Miniskirt
Note: Pair this with the song for the best experience.
Have: NSFW (r18)
She wondered… how would it feel to dress a little more provocatively? The gift she had prepared for him today was simple, yet sinful an office look that clung to every curve: a tight skirt hugging her hips, and a fitted blouse that outlined every shape, every line of her body, meant only for his eyes.
Polyester
Tonight… everything was for him - Polyester. Would he want to taste you? The arrogant angel who never bowed his head was now being lured, little by little, into sinking deeper into your desire.
After a long day, he collapsed onto the sofa. You approached, lifting his chin with your fingers.
“Polyester, I need your help with something.”
The outfit you wore - your blouse straining to contain your chest, the soft swell of your breasts so clearly on display - made his eyes linger, unfocused. His attention had long drifted away from your words.
“Are you even listening?”
He gave a distracted nod.
“…Fine.”
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Waring
(Nsfw)
Waring
And
Waring
just like that, he followed you into the office...The click of the lock echoed through the room as you slowly settled into the plush chair. When Polyester moved as if to sit, you snapped, your tone sharp and uncompromising:
“Get on your knees.”
It was pure command. He didn’t fully understand, but still, begrudgingly, he obeyed. From this angle, nothing about you was hidden anymore. The swell of your breasts, the teasing shadow between your thighs - everything was there, just barely concealed yet entirely exposed to his hungry gaze. Your legs, accentuated by sheer black stockings, added fuel to the rising heat in the room. With a slow, deliberate motion, you lifted his chin with the tip of your foot, taunting him.
“Where do you think you’re looking? Did I allow you to stare at such indecent places?”
Your arms crossed tighter under your chest, pressing your breasts together until they bounced subtly, the lace of your bra peeking out, leaving even less to his imagination.
“Lick it.”
You pushed your foot forward in front of him. Polyester tilted his head as if pretending not to understand - only to suddenly press himself directly against your little pussy instead.
Your brows knitted in surprise, and before you could shove him away, he had already hooked his fingers under your panties, pulling the thin fabric aside. His mouth crashed against your folds, tongue working feverishly as he licked and lapped at you without pause, devouring every drop of your.
You felt as if your strength was being drained away, powerless under his relentless assault. His tongue pressed deeper and deeper, and slick warmth overflowed from your small hole. He devoured you with a feverish hunger, as though savoring his favorite delicacy.
“…A—who taught you to do that?”
At your trembling words, he finally pulled his tongue back, lips still wet, tasting the lingering sweetness of your love. His eyes never left yours as he slipped a finger inside, sliding it in slowly. Rising to his full height, he towered over you. The control you held just moments ago shattered now you were the one being forced back, pressed against the desk, his presence dominating completely.
One of his hands worked ruthlessly below, coaxing more and more juices until drops pattered audibly onto the floor. The other hand kneaded your breast without pause, fingers teasing your nipple through lace until your bra was nothing but useless fabric clinging to trembling skin.
“A-ahh… you—”
And so, that entire night, you were taken on the desk - again and again. He didn’t say a word; he didn’t need to. Every thrust, every deep push was proof enough. All that mattered was the overwhelming lust burning inside him, a wild craving you had awakened.
Polyurethane
Too bad for you Polyurethane wasn’t Polyester. He didn’t have the patience for long, complicated procedures. Even as you reached out to grab the documents, his hand was already sliding under that tiny skirt of yours, fingers teasing, pushing, making you wetter and wetter without hesitation.
He really was that impatient boy one who had no time for detours, no interest in dragging things out when he could take you right then and there.
“Hey, hey… how long are you planning to tease me like this?”
He spoke while pressing you down against the desk, flipping you over just to see your face. Leaning down, he kissed you over and over, until thin strands of saliva connected the two of you. His hand below had stilled, yet you were still dripping. He didn’t hesitate as he pushed his cock into you - there was no need to ask for permission when your body itself was begging for it.
“Don’t blame me. This is all your fault.”
“A-ah—”
You couldn’t even finish your words before he kissed you again. After devouring your lips, he marked you all over neck, shoulders, skin while thrusting deep inside you. Watching your pale breasts bounce wildly, he couldn’t hold back from kneading them hard, squeezing every bit he could. Just when you were about to reach your climax, he pulled out.
You were dripping, trembling, your slick running down your thighs. He only smirked, amused at the mess he had made of you. But when he turned to leave, you grabbed him desperately.
“A-ah… don’t go.”
“Oh?”
“I want you to fuck me…”
“If you want, baby~”
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“Thanks for the meal, baby~”