Polyester

– You said you were cold? Boom. Polyester's already helping you put on the extra jacket he keeps in Double-Low-Riser. You just have to tell him and he'll help with ease, no questions asked, well, none other than:

“Are you still cold?”

After he's got you into your jacket. He’s such a sweetheart.

– He would never not have a spare, not that he's paranoid with cold in any way, but he just likes to play it safe. If he gets cold first he'll go and get it, if Polyurethane gets cold Polyester has another jacket in the car waiting for his brother, if you get cold? Well… Polyester still doesn’t have a spare jacket for you… But that doesn’t matter, there’s a store literally five minutes away where he can buy one for you and leave it in the car as back-up by the end of the day.

Problem solved.

And what if there isn’t a store? Well, he'll just give his to you for the time being. When a store does pop up he'll just go there and buy another one.

–After a few times where you told him you were cold he just starts to notice it on his own. It just comes as a natural perception to him after the third time it happens. He’s there, doing something, and when his mind acknowledges the chilly breeze it’ll automatically question him if you and Polyurethane were not feeling cold, and well, naturally he’ll come and ask you, with the spare jackets already in hands just in case you two really are cold, if you aren’t though, he’ll just tell you where it’ll be in case either of you do get cold later.

—--

“I’m home!”

You yelled from the front door, crouching slightly as you reached to take off your shoes as fast as you possibly could. The way the shoes hugged your feet paired with how cold it was outside made for a perfect combo to give you not only an incredible back pain that worked itself all the way from under your heels to your spine throughout the course of your work hours, but also made you more sensible to your feet hurting as they were completely frozen, which after a while made you reach a state in which the pain was numb but as soon as you remembered it, it became a dozen times worse.

Despite all of those factors, you weren’t irked anymore, just relieved to finally be inside your house again, your cozy and very comfortable apartment that was so far away from the heart of Daten City it was almost considered to be out of it. Almost. Unlike many other instances, almost is already enough, you wanted to live far away from the heart of the city for two reasons: first, your workplace itself is far away from the heart of the city, and that’s because of a reason similar to your second reason as to why you preferred to live far away. This city is a whole disaster in itself. There isn’t a single day that goes by without you hearing some news on television about another ghost attack that destroyed half of the plaza centers and buildings.

Living there must be a nightmare.

You thought to yourself as you were able to finally just toss your shoes to the side of the door, where there was already a pair of white heeled boots neatly put together sitting, your shoes looked lazily thrown compared to the other pair. Whatever. You were more interested in getting in your pajamas with nice fuzzy socks and sleeping. You arrived home late, important presentations with important people that think you’re just a fancy cog that can create inventions for their problems are always time demanding and soul-sucking. It was already well past midnight, so you didn’t find it strange that when you announced your arrival no one answered. Not Polyester, and most definietly not Polyurethane nor his partner (those two were probably knocked out in the guest room).

You let out a relieved sigh and slowly made your way through your home towards your room, you were so focused thinking about getting warm and cozy that you almost didn’t register that, when you briefly passed by the kitchen, there was a note on the dinner table. You came back to double check it and smiled to yourself before rushing to your room after having read it.

It wasn’t nothing much, only a note from Polyester telling you to eat before you went to sleep with a heart and his fancy writing. It made your night, of course it did, you love the guy.

Speaking of him, there he is, snuggled into the blanket and the pillow in a comfortable slumber you did not want to disrupt in the slightest as you carefully opened the dresser, making sure to keep looking at his peaceful sleeping face to make sure he doesn’t wake up while you try to get your pajamas out of your drawers. After a few winces and furrow of his brows, you gave up trying to get your warm pants and socks, ending up with only the upper half of your original outfit. You figured it’d be fine as long as you changed very fast and had the dinner your beloved angel made just as quickly, if you did you’d be able to warm yourself up in the blankets when you went to sleep, so to you there wasn’t any problem in that.

What a mistake. You’re literally shivering and shaking while eating up Polyester’s mighty fine cooking. The food was amazing, as always. The cold you were feeling though? Not so good. You pushed yourself up from the chair and went to close the window, you barely realized how desperate you were to stop the cold breeze from coming in before you had already accidentally slammed the window shut with a rather small “thud”. You winced a bit at it despite how quiet it was before you sat back down to finish eating.

“Hm-hmm…”

You hummed, a smile tugging at your lips at how satisfying it was to eat dinner made by your angel after a long day. Polyester had a natural talent at cooking, and he made incredible use of it, just as he did with every other talent he had, it was natural of him, being as disciplined as he is, he was just bound to be incredible at everything in his life. Maybe that’s just your bias though, since you've been wearing a ring on your finger with his name engraved inside for many years, sometimes you can get carried away with how you describe your dear Esther.

As you were thinking about it, trying to ignore the fact that you were still shivering despite the breeze not getting in, suddenly a blanket fell over your shoulders, your fork was taken out of your hand and you were wrapped roughly with the blanket. You didn’t even look up to know who it was, you were just wondering what could have woken Polyester up.

“Hi, Esther-dear.”

“Mhm…”

You laughed a bit at his groggy hums, he was clearly still half-asleep as he sat down in the chair next to you, with your fork in hand and reached it out, getting a bit of food on it and giving it to you with the best smile he could muster, which looked incredibly tired, but endearing.

“Thanks.”

You quietly said before eating the food he put on the fork and chewing while holding the blanket around you, finally having dealt with the cold issue. Polyester just nodded and waved his hand at you, turning back to your plate and getting more food to feed you.

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Polyurethane

– If you dare suggest you're cold and ask for a jacket instead of a hug, he will be offended. What do you mean your first thought is a jacket and not a hug from him or holding hands so he can share his warmth with you? Think better next time.

Okay, for real now, you're cold? Where? Everywhere? Okay, you're sharing a jacket with him. Your hands are cold? You guys are holding them for as long as you’re outside. Your lips are cold? Kiss.

Polyurethane can be a very simple angel sometimes.

– Oh and yeah, the jacket is the one Polyester brings around as a spare. If he doesn’t come along, then you guys are just… screwed. But it's kinda romantic right? Hugging each other in the freezing cold as both of you turn blue and try to get to the nearest store and buy anything that would block your body heat from leaving you. If there is a store then hooray! You guys got a jacket. If not, then you're staying in the hug for a good while…

– Sometimes he'll be the one to ask you to hug him because he's cold. Sometimes he really is cold, other times he just wants an excuse to make him wanting to hug you a little more romantic yk.

—--

You watched as your feet lowered close to the snow on the floor, boots sinking into the layers all the way onto the actual ground that was buried with the snow from the blizzard. You loved the sight and the crunchy sound it made.

A breeze passed by you, so you squeezed your shoulders closer to you, bringing the fur of your jacket to hide part of your cheeks wanting to protect them from the wind that made your hair flow in the air quite aggressively.

You weren’t doing anything meaningful or useful at the moment, there really wasn't anything to do since it didn’t usually snow this hard in Daten City to begin with, and apparently that was enough reason for almost everything to shut down. Even ghosts didn’t want to show up, which meant your boyfriend, Polyurethane, spent the entirety of his supposed shift doing absolutely nothing but laying around at home alongside you and his brother, Polyester.

You were bored and decided you wanted to go out in the snow. You were just going to stand there and watch the outside a bit since the two brothers were sleeping and Polyester’s fiancé was still out working –and goddamn were they strong to resist the urge of just rotting in bed–. And that's exactly what you were doing for the past few minutes.

The view wasn’t the best, you quite literally couldn’t see past a few feet of the street, but it was something other than cute cat videos or the TV, so it was peaceful enough.

It would be nice to have a little more variety to Daten City, a few more days like these, although you knew the people here didn’t quite enjoy this snow as much as you did.

“Not even the ghosts here like days like these… Huh…”

Maybe you were bored enough to talk to yourself. But it mattered little since it was just a small mumble to finish a thought. You changed your thoughts back to another question that you thought about before:

Should I get back inside now?

Last time you had decided to stay out a bit more, and that time had expired, so-

“Hii~! What are you doing out?”

You jumped a bit at the sound of Polyurethane's voice and his body supporting itself on yours as though he didn’t want to make his legs work to keep himself up, but it didn’t take a second longer for you to relax again. He snuggled the side of his face on your hair as you leaned into him as well.

“I just came to watch the snow. Thought you were sleeping.”

He just hummed in response, laying his head on top of yours and breathing calmly, possibly drifting to some state between sleeping and awake again. You didn’t really mind, it was Thane after all, and besides, he was quite literally protecting you from the breeze, just like he would always do.

Then he started to squeeze you tight, you could feel his chest rising as he laughed quietly at your squirming as you too tried to hide your laughter, he knew you were ticklish, but he couldn’t help it.

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I lwk missed doing this, but also, I'm kind of mad I didn’t find any new images of the Polycure brothers to put here, but oh well

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

⟢ Likes his face the most!! Totally top ten wordwide. Yours is okay too ig. Likes your pleading eyes as he walks too fast in crowds or denies your long-fought orgasms,, Not like it's your business to know that, though. Nosey. :/

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

⟢ Loveessss to buy you cosmetics with Daddy's money and then nut all over them. Like acrylics and handjobs, or HEALED piercings and pulling out to finish on them!!

If you're not into that sort of thing he'd looove to get manhandled and cum all over :) Pretty pleaseeee he's been SUCH a brat and definitely needs to be taught a lesson <33

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

⟢ Wishes he could indulge in hardcore mindbreak, but doesn't want to deal with the fallout of being/ having you be less competent (especially working for his father) because you're waiting on permission from the other person. Dumbification it is 🥀

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

⟢ Porn is disallowed in heaven. Long story short he's been jerking it to the hot neighbour since PUBERTY. (Like.. 100 years ago don't let him hear me say that though). Got all the apps first week on earth as a reconnaissance thing, realized dating through the phone is a scam, and then started jerking it to the YOU across the street <33

You stole away many of his firsts, but he's eager to learn!! (Mostly just lays back and bullies you. Wtvvv)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

⟢ Cowgirl when you top, prone bone when you bottom. Makes him squeal just THINKING about it!!!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

⟢ Wants so so sooo badly to be the sex god you write a 500k+ word smut doc on. Once said "you taking me out to dinner first?" while you fingered him open— his sillies are NOT for the faint of mood.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

⟢ YES It's pink. Shaves his whole body apart from his happy trail and mid thighs, so you better appreciate it,, (lwk would make you shave him. It's intimate idccc)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

⟢ Gets off unreasonably to the idea that you love him more than he loves you; he is a god (NOT), after all, it's only natural!!.. Sadly, this is not the case. He NEEDS that cookie.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

⟢ Very free-use outside of work!! Gets paranoid around skylights and such but otherwise open to parallel play (with verbal encouragement) while you do a non-sexual activity. Has trouble getting it up when you're not around </3

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

⟢ Ironically, being pressured to stay silent. Loves to feel you grope his face from behind, hissing at him to shut up before he's made to,, Something about sneaking around without feeling like a shameful slut really hits him in the good stuff..

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

⟢ For appearances sake, he wants you to thinks he's spontaneous; the kitchen. In a PERFECT world?.. panic room. You can't possibly crawl away and there's nobody to interrupt <33

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

⟢ Loves to watch the switch flip within you from accommodating strangers, holding doors open and whatnot to spitting in his mouth and slapping the sass from his pretty little head!! This also works in reverse

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

⟢ Ageplay. Younger him was (while only slightly substandard in comparison to present him... Boooooo) woefully cringe and lacking in bitches/money. Put the baby pics away.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

⟢ MUCH prefers reception to really marinate in pillow princessship, but like,,,, He just looks soooo good on his knees, don't you think? 🥹🤲 (beat him into submission. He'll come arounddd)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

⟢ Famous for getting wicked cramps when he's racing the speed of your toys. YES his muscles are for show, leave him alone and be gentle about it :(

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

⟢ Actual WARS have been prevented with a quick public handy he says while nonchalantly send you plink after link while you choke down restaurant food. Yes yes a million times yes!!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

⟢ Well,,, He's like so totally a little cherub that you're DEFINITELY "taking advantage of". So yes but it in his butt or your brains will be getting familiar with that wall. Right there. Unless you don't wanna!! That's cool too (ig)

*Whatever you're into!! Just know he won't be outwardly enthusiastic if it's something niche

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

⟢ Angels naturally reflect the wants of humans; while he is no npc and most definitely has his own zest, it's all about how long he can keep the vibe up. Otherwise, for efficiency's sake, prepare for an overhyped pump and dump <33

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

⟢ Privately uses your toys while shaming you for owning them. Makes you use them on him. It's a delicate ecosystem up in here

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

⟢ HAS and WILL just pop a pose with just enough hip and chest to get you going while everyone at the function stays none the wiser. Is known to guide your hand to his body under the table and scold you for it later; you are just SOOOO needy, aren't you??. This should hold you over!! As he unzips his fly in a bathroom stall. He's the worst <33

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

⟢ Naturally possesses the pitch of an ambulance siren and the lung capacity to match. Likes to delude himself into thinking he's all cute, softly moaning in your ear on the walk home or whatever, but he does sound like a torture victim and the neighborhood is starting to talk. PUT HIM DOWNNN

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

⟢ Has a riding crop reoccurring dream that will NEVER be fulfilled. He activates like a sleeper at least once a month to stare at you from across the bed as if dream you died horrifically!! (He's like. DIAMOND hard; open up.)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

⟢ Lwk pads his crotch to prevent you catching print </3 A healthy five inches soft, and there are more than enough man-made enhancements should you want to explore size stuff and/or inflation!!.. When tension starts to mount he'll grab your hand to rest between his thighs and prompt you with something adjacent to "look at what you've done"/"This is all your fault!!"

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

⟢ Loves you so incredibly much. Refuses to stay hard on the job— so what if he's having to sneak away every half hour, SURELY this increases his efficiency??? (omg don't speed up please he needs it slowwww 💔💔)

Z = Zzz (how quickly are they falling asleep?)

In your attempt to find a common ground for this potential couple to bond over, your search has led you here to this old house.

What's different about this time, though, is you seem to have managed to attract some company this time.

One of the Angel Brothers that was sent from Heaven to help eradicate ghosts on earth was in here with you.

He claimed to have been following his ghost alarm here, and was disappointed to find the house empty sans for you.

He did a thorough search of the house, and now without any phone signal or working weaponry, you were both stuck in this place for the time being until his brother came round to look for him.

“This, like, royal blows!” Polyurethane complained, laying down on his back while glaring at the wooden beams that were holding up the triangular ceiling.

You didn't have a response to that, as you lifted your head up just enough to let gravity take it back down, as you made a satisfying thunk as your face hit the solid wooden door.

“Yes- I'm aware of that.” You spoke with a dry tone, sighing loudly as you thunked your head against the door once more.

“Will you quit that, already?!” Polyurethane scolded, lifting himself up into a lounging position to look at you. “It's not going to make things go any faster.”

“I know!” You raised your voice, running your palms down your face as you fought off the urge to scream. “You're just making this really, really hard.”

“Me?! I haven't even done anything.” He grumbled, sitting up all the way to stare over at you.

Ugh- why does he have to be here?!

“I mean- I'm used to this sort of thing.” You said, leaning back and allowing yourself to fall over onto the floor.

The space was so small that your face was now touching his knee, as he adjusted himself to sit cross legged on the floor to give you more room.

“... For real? Like, for real for real?" He asked, placing his elbows on said knees while resting his head in his upturned palms. “What's that got to do with me?”

“It must be a curse, I think.” You sighed, lifting your own knees into the air as you began to swing them back and forth to try and distract yourself.

Has it always been this hot in here?

“My job takes me to all kinds of weird places, right?” You explained, turning to look at the pink haired angel. “I get stuck in places all the time! Inside buildings, underground- oh! I got stuck in a train once, not like in the cars, but like in the mechanical components of the train."

“Real shit?!” Polyurethane asked, looking down at you with his beautiful blue eyes.

“Yeah, and normally I'm by myself, so being stuck with someone… Well, it's different.” You mumbled, feeling your cheeks heating up as you turned your gaze away, fiddling with the ends of your hair to keep your mind occupied on anything else but the handsome angel in this small space with you.

You didn't want to think about the heart in your chest that fluttered every time he looked at you. “It's lonely, sometimes- so this feels nice.”

It's funny, it was your literal job- pushing fractured souls of humans together to help them create a tighter bond amongst them.

It was an important job to help humans find their perfect matches, as not everyone was born with a string of faith attached to them.

Your job was literally about finding love, and yet, you always find yourself so alone at the end of the day.

“Yeah, same.” He sighed, rubbing his head to look at the unfinished wooden wall next to him. You winced, not realizing you accidentally spoke your true feelings out loud.

But, well, there was really nothing else to do but talk.

Might as well get to know each other better.

“You have your brother, at least, and those angel sisters have each other.” You mused, watching Polyurethane's unfocused eyes stare at the blank wall in contemplation. “Heck, even those demon sisters have each other.”

You swallowed, feeling as if something thick was caught in your throat, as you felt your face and the tips of your ears growing warm as blood began to rush to the surface.

Seriously, it must be hot in here, there's no other way to explain your sudden warmth.

It couldn't be Angel Polyurethane making your insides feel all wiggly… Right?

“I'm always just alone.” You whispered, feeling the palms of your hands grow a little cold despite the warmth in the room.

You're not sure what's compelling you to be so honest with him, but it felt kind of nice to get those feelings out of your chest for once.

It felt lighter.

“No cap, you Cupids have it pretty rough.” Polyurethane finally responded, as he turned his head back to look down at you. You held your breath, taking notice of how stunning his blue eyes seemed to be.

They held such a mischievous glint in them, a promise of a good time that you seemed to have a lack of in your life.

You couldn't stop yourself, feeling the zap of desire shooting through veins, as you felt your skin shiver in response to what your eyes were seeing.

Cupids know love above all else, and you were also well aware of the desire that came with it, but you still tried hard to fight it.

This was not the time, nor the place!

You hoped he hadn't noticed, that your eyes slowly trailed down from his face towards his neck, thick and muscular as you watched his throat dance as he hummed at your attempts to secretly check him out.

You had continued to move your gaze down, licking your lips as they suddenly felt really dry, noticing that his pecs pressed up against the tight fabric of his suit so much that you could easily see the outline of his nipples pressing out.

You couldn't stop the intrusive thought of wanting to lick and nip at him like a feral beast.

You couldn't stop yourself now- continuing to let your eyes roam down the rest of his body, past his thin waist that had his entire muscular build on display through the thin material of his outfit.

You counted each and every pectoral muscle that could be seen in his hunched over state, swallowing as you felt your mouth suddenly going dry.

Once you gaze was low enough, your eyes zoned in on the one spot that you couldn't seem to pull away from, as you pull your knees to your chest shut while rubbing your thighs together to create a small amount of friction.

It was impossible to deny.

Angel Polyurethane was big. Very, very big.

“My eyes are up here, Sweetie.” Polyurethane teased, clicking his tongue and shaking his head “absolutely shameless.”

“Ah… Su-sorry!” You squeaked, covering your eyes with your hands as you turned away from him.

“Can't say I blame you, I'm like, totally irresistible.” He brags, sporting a grin that rivaled that of a god.

“Ooo- someone's confident.” You grumbled, turning onto your side to face away from him out of shame.

He was really hot, and he was being very kind listening to your ramble, but he just had to ruin it by being narcissistic.

Total mood killer.

“Duh- you shouldn't hide your best assets, you should always flaunt them instead.” He laughed, stretching his legs out in front of him as he laid back down on his back.

“Tch- just having it isn't enough, you also know how to use it.” You shot back, stretching your legs out as you now laid together on the floor side by side.

Just as Polyurethane opened his mouth to argue with you, his watch chimed on his wrist to tell him that his working shift was finally over.

“Finally!” He nearly shouted, causing you to flinch at the sudden increase I'm volume.

“What the- mmph?!” Before you could even finish asking what was going on, you flinched again, as Polyurethane had rolled himself to lay on top of you.

Despite your recoiling, Polyurethane had managed to capture your lips in a quick kiss. You barely even had a chance to react, as your eyes were wide in shock as you swear you could feel your heat skipping a few beats.

“I'm off the clock now, Pookie.” He laughed, running his hands down your sides and to your hips. “We doing this, or what?”

You scoffed, and shook your head, more out of embarrassment than anything else.

“Wait, I mean- uhh, yes!” You corrected yourself quickly, reaching your arms up to wrap yourself around his neck. “You just shocked me, but I'm totally down, like right now.”

You sure hoped he didn't mind that you sounded a little desperate.

“Gucchi- lets do this.” He said, not wasting anymore time, as he leaned his head back down to capture your lips into another kiss.

This one was different than before, slower, hungrier. You sighed, relaxing into his hold as you felt his hands squeezing and grabbing at the skin around your hips.

You moaned at the feeling, his string grip pulling you up into him as he eagerly plunged his tongue into your mouth while you were distracted by his hands.

Your body felt hot now, no denying it, as you felt him grinding his hips into you with an eagerness that rivaled your own.

“Ha- all it took was your alarm going off?” you asked, trying to catch your breath as Polyurethane pulled himself off of your lips, only to latch himself onto your exposed neck and sternum.

“On the clock, I'm an angel.” He spoke, voice thick and husky from your recent activity. “Off the clock, I'm a freak.”

He then bit and sucked at your skin, leaving teeth marks and bruises anywhere and everywhere he could, and he only lifted himself up long enough to pull your shirt off of your body.

“Ah, fuck- that's good!” you nearly screamed, feeling him latch onto one of your nipples as he continued his fast and rough pace.

All you could do was throw your head back and moan, hands threading through his hair as you pulled at his locks, trying to find a way to ground yourself in the moment.

You lifted your hips again to grind your center up against the growing bulge in his uniform, feeling him sigh against your skin as he switched to suck on your other nipple.

“Don't tease me!” you whined, feeling Polyurethane moving back up to your neck to continue to bite at the skin there.

“Impatient, aren't we?” He mocked, feeling you tugging down at his hair to try and force him to move further and further down your body. “Lemme hear you beg for it, Pookie. Tell me how much you want it.”

“You! Ugh!” you balked, feeling your pride bubbling up in your gut as your knee jerk reaction was to deny him.

However, you could feel your pussy gushing out, as your walls eagerly fluttered around nothing but empty space.

“Fine!” You shouted, feeling your body twisting as it begged for any kind of touch to your neglected core. “Please! Ack- Puh-leasseee touch me!”

“I'm already touching you, aren't I.” He chuckled, feeling how frustrated you are as your grip on his hair tightens.

It was just way too fun to rile you up.

“No! Touch me here!” You demanded, taking one of his large hands that was on your hip, moving it to press into your clothed core.

“Oh? You're already dripping?” He asked, pulling your clothes away to place his hand up against your mound. “Shit- I guess the rumors really are true.”

“Ru-rumors?” You asked, feeling yourself quivering at how close he was to giving you what you wanted.

“Yeah- I heard that Cupids run way hotter than Angels or Humans.” He chuckled, running one of his fingers down your slit, pressing into your clit right before teasing your entrance by circling around it. “I also heard that if you rile’ em just right, they go feral.”

“That's it!” You shouted, rolling you both over so that you were the one sitting on top of his hips. “You want feral, I'll give you feral.”

Your irises had turned into hearts, as you felt your body finally give in to what you truly wanted.

You pulled his suit all the way down his body, licking your lips at the sight of his cock springing out from the confines of the fabric. You cooed, grabbing at the appendage, as you gave him a few strokes up and down his thick shaft.

“Ah-” Polyurethane whined, feeling your tight grip as you maneuvered yourself to be aligned with your blazing core.

He could swear that your skin had turned a shade of pink as well, but it was hard to focus on the details when he felt the tip of his dick kissing at the soft entrance of your lips.

“Hnng- guess it was me that was a freak the whole time.” You sang out, sinking yourself down onto him with one quick motion.

“Holy- fuck!” You heard Polyurethane nearly scream, as his hands moved to grab onto your thighs while you locked yourself in around his legs.

You literally had him wrapped around you now- and he was sure glad that the rumors he had heard were true.

He finally got to experience a Cupid for himself, and now that he had, he may never want to let it go.

“Ahh! So good!” You screamed, bouncing yourself up and down the entire length of his cock, your body oozing out obscene amounts of lubrication as you all but used him to chase your own pleasure.

He didn't seem to mind one bit, as you felt his nails digging into your skin as he watched the creamy liquid coating his aching cock.

“Fuck, Baby- you're so good.” He moaned, feeling your walls clamping around him with every bounce of your hip. “Can't hold on much longer, Pookie. You're going to drain me dry.”

“Oh? Then you must not have heard all the rumors then.” You laughed, giving your thighs a break as you sat on his hips, continuing to grind on him as you felt his cock pulsing within you.

“Fuck- I'm gonna, hah!” He cried out, not able to hold back any longer as you felt him release inside of you- coating your walls in his stringy seed as you threw your head back and practically howled at the warm feeling flooding into you.

It was enough to energize you again, as you went back to roughly bouncing on him, laughing as you saw a look of shock and realization on his face.

“My- my slick, fuck-” you said, finally angling yourself just right to have the head of his dick his that specify spongy spot inside of you. “My Slick is an aphrodisiac, meaning, you don't get to stop until I'm done.”

“Gah, how- how long will that be?” He asked, a slight shake in his voice as he felt himself coming to euphoria once again.

“I can go for hours, My Angel, I hope you're ready.” You laughed, grinding down harder on him as you used your hand to quickly flick and pinch at your neglected clit.

By the time you had finally finished, and you had collapsed onto his chest out of exhaustion, you snorted as you heard him snoring underneath you.

“Hmm- being stuck with someone else isn't so bad afterall.” You sighed, lifting your hips up to release Polyurethane's now flaccid cock from inside your heated core.

You'll have to get stuck with him more often, if this is what awaits you in the end.

“The design on these are peak but dunno, they’re lowkey a bit too tight.” The pink-haired angel commented, turning around to show off the indeed very tight, but very flattering jeans. You knew that he had a very nice ass, but…

“God damn.” Your words sounded way too loud in the quiet boutique, face instantly burning with shame as you slapped a hand over your traitorous mouth.

“LMAO? No way you said that outloud??” Polyester had no mercy for your slip up, immediately howling with laughter to the point that there were tears in the corner of his eyes, doubling over to clutch his stomach.

You didn’t think it was that funny, but whatever floats his boat. A small sound, almost like a giggle, made you instinctively look towards the younger angel. The shit-eating grin on his face paired with that pretty red dusting his cheeks made your heart jump in your chest. He looked so pleased, like the cat who got the cream.

“Like what you see, huh? Maybe I should get these then…” One of his hands traced one of the seams at the side of the pants, your eyes subconsciously following those manicured fingers up his muscular thighs until you were snapped out of it by another giggle, this time covering your whole face as if that could save you from the future teasing.

Polyester wiped a stray tear away, taking a deep breath after laughing so hard. “Bro, go change or we might have to visit the hospital after this.” Funny as it was, the older angel knew you couldn’t possibly take much more. He could almost see the cartoonish steam coming out of your head.

Polyurethane took one last good look at your flustered form before going back inside the changing room, taking advantage of the privacy to fan himself with his hand. Thank goodness you were too distracted to notice how flustered he actually was. It took him a bit longer than it should have to change, having to stop from time to time to cover his mouth so he wouldn’t giggle too loudly every time he remembered the look on your face.

Oh, he was definitely going to drag you shopping with him more often, that’s for sure.

As I’ve mentioned in a previous post about the first kiss scenario, he’d simply crash your lips together a few times, but he doesn’t know how to do much more than that. In fact, when you guys tried to make out for the first time he ended up using way too much tongue and little lip which caused him to realize he didn't know what he was doing and got embarrassed which prompted him to learn.

He never thought about kissing someone, but he thought about being kissed if that makes sense. That’s because he never realized that he would actually fall in love with someone, instead he always wanted someone to love him.

But what can he say? He just loves to pamper you with affection SO MUCH!!

–He loves your kisses! He demands them all the time, but for as much as he makes it sound like it's one of the many luxuries he's allowed to have if you don’t kiss him he might actually die, like on the spot.

–He demands to receive a lot, but he ends up giving more. When you kiss him once he kisses you twice, your kisses just give him way more energy and he uses it to give you even more affection. Not that he minds it though.

–His kisses are desperate, it's like he's always hungry and his kisses are his way of eating you. Combine that with the fact that he likes to bite into your lower lip mid-kiss and you really start to think he might actually be trying to devour you.

–When he wants a kiss from you he'll usually point out where he wants to be kissed, which is how you analyze if he wants a little peck or if he wants hot and messy make out since he usually makes those connections between areas of the body and the feelings he wants from them. If he wants it on his neck you better mark it all over and make it hot! If it's on his jaw just give him loving pecks and snuggle. If it's on his cheeks then you better cup his face and kiss him on both sides and then end it up with one quick seal of lips while caressing his shoulders before going about your day.

But of course, the order of the steps in it is also important to him. Starting from the jaw to the neck, and from the neck to the jaw are two different things with him so keep your eye out for that.

–He doesn’t just like to kiss your lips, he likes to kiss around your neck and on your collarbone a lot as well.

As mentioned in his cuddle headcannons he likes to lay on top of you and kiss you all over, so picture this:

The bed is soft under your body's pressure, you're simply getting crushed by the weight of your boyfriend, Polyurethane, who is now put instead of rolling around with you everywhere on the bed and that was a sign that he was building up more energy than he already has to start his manic kissing episode.

“Hmhmhm”

The sound of his faint giggles is muffled by the skin of your neck, which is where he had decided to stuff his face after latching onto you as a whole.

His giggles vibrated on your skin as they grew louder, the sensation came as a warning for you to brace for what was coming once he finally tilted his head just slightly upwards, just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his manic smile and blue orbs analyzing where he'd kiss you first.

This time he decides to go somewhere else though, he gives you a surprise per say

“Kiss me! Right now, right here!”

He said as he stretched his arms to support himself and look at you from above, using one hand to point at his jaw bone making sure to show you just where he wants your lips touched before laying his hand down for support again, but he soon starts to lean down, being so close to your face that his earrings dangling from his ears brush against the sides of your cheeks.

You take your hands to cup the sides of his face before turning it slightly to the left and letting your index finger ghost over his defined jaw line before gently pressing your lips on the edge of the bone, as you touch your lips on the area you can feel that satisfied smile grow on Polyurethane’s face.

You don’t even break away from the touch of his skin before you move your lips to tease a small kiss incredibly near the side of his upturned lips so you end up just smudging your lips across his face until you've reached the area that ghosted around the left side of his lips.

He giggled softly at the sensation of your lips traveling around his face, and his smile only grew wider while you decided to tease his lips with a kiss to their side.

You pulled away slowly and rested your head back on the bed, smiling softly at how Polyurethane kept smiling more and more while slowly turning his head back to look at you for a brief moment before sealing your lips on his with sudden lean forward.

His upturned lips crash onto yours, connecting perfectly as you slowly turn your head slightly to the right to get even closer to him.

He decided he wanted to push his tongue past his lips and into yours this time, the action surprised you but you didn’t resist the entry, in fact you let his tongue explore whilst moving your own to explore his –equal rights no? –

Your tongues dance together as your lips devour each other, the kiss is desperate, messy and hot, but for as much as you guys like it, you break apart for air.

“Hehe…”

“You're in high spirits today, Thane~”

You laugh out before passing your gentle hand by his cheek, gently ghosting your nails on top of his skin while his eyes are slightly more open but still have an undertone of relaxation within the blue orbs that are locked into your eyes.

He doesn’t respond with words, instead he presses his lips under your eyes and trails a long line of kisses going from your eye socket to your ear lobes after passing through your whole cheek.

He nibbles at your ear lobe a little bit before pulling away, tilting your head a bit to be perfectly aligned with his, he has his signature manic look, but the sight of his wide smile and gigantic opened eyes makes your heart flutter and your smile to grow involuntarily.

He stopped for a second to watch as your face grew softer, the small changes and the slight upturn of your lips always gives him the urge to kiss you more. And that is exactly what he does–

He kisses the tip of your nose and tops it off with a peck to your forehead while cupping your face gently before he decides to press a slower kiss on your lower lip along with a small bite pressed down on the flesh of your soft lips, just barely enough force on his sharp teeth to mark the two sides of the flesh a bit.

His head tilts back just enough for him to nuzzle the top of his nose on yours, earning a playful laugh from you.

These moments are sweet, intimate and are lowkey the highlights of Polyurethane’s days.

I hoped you guys like this one bc I had no idea what I was writting bro 💔😭

I've never done anything like this (both in wirtting and in real life) so to say I was STRESSING is an understatement!

But like, I LOVED to write this so THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!!!!

And thank you for reading!