Please, Give me More! Polyester/!FemReader
(Rated E)
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You yawned, leaning back into your office chair, as you scanned the words on your glowing computer screen.
It was your latest report to Heaven, data collected from the other Angel Caretakers and various news sources showing the alarming drop in ghost ascensions vs the uptick in forced purification of these entities.
What the Angelâs did with the report wasnât up to you, but if they asked you, you would advocate for trying to perform ascensions rather than purifications, it was just easier on the human soul that way.
Donât even get yourself started on the futility of trying to prevent ghost creation to begin with-
WHAM
Your office door slammed open, causing your shoulders to jump and Snaps to fall off his perch next to the window.
âPolyester, please-â You spoke up, standing from your desk as he slammed the door shut behind him with just as much fervor and force.
âI canât even!â He shouted, stomping his feet as he spun around a few times to emphasize his frustration. âThis is so fucked!â
âPolyester!â You raised your voice, causing the angel to flinch at your tone. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, as you tried to piece together what it was he was complaining about. âBaby, please, start from the beginning for me.â
âGladly!â He shouted, sauntering over to sit on the edge of your desk next to you.
He continued to angrily mumble to himself, as he pulled out his phone to scroll through the bright screen. Normally, he just uses his watch to show you something, so it was an interesting change to see him actually pull out his phone.
His usual ramblings about the device is âget with the times, will ya? Phones are so old and outdated. Boomer tech alert!â
You would just roll your eyes, tuning out him and his brother as they gush about the latest gadgets and gizmos heaven had to offer in the regards of ghost hunting. It made you wonder what in the heck they were teaching new angels about up in heaven, because again, there should be an emphasis on ascension and not purification!
âLook, Mistress! Can you believe it?â He spoke dramatically, flinging his phone in your hands as he lay himself out on your desk, accidentally knocking some of your knick knacks over. âCan you believe those-those whores?!â
You hummed, looking at the post he was talking about.
It was a picture Panty and Stocking took of Polyester and Polyurethane around the time they first came to Earth.
The two were dressed in appropriate angel attire, helping a recently deceased soul ascend into the afterlife.
You had no idea what was wrong with it?
âPolyester, dear, what is wrong with this picture?â You asked, putting the phone down on your desk as you prepared for another one of his angry rants.
You just hoped it didnât evolve into a tantrum, as you really didnât feel like dealing with one right now.
âWhatâs wrong?! Did you not see that? Weâve gone viral- they are laughing at us!â He shouted, arching his back off the desk as he began to wave his arms around in anger.
There is that wrath again, a deadly sin for a deadly angel it seemed.
âThey always say donât read the comments, but I couldnât not! I wanted to know what they thought of me!â He spoke quickly, almost too quickly for you to catch.
Thatâs pride- always a prideful one, he was.
You were content to let him tire himself out, until you turned to see some of the comments on the screen.
âLOL if thatâs how you get into Heaven, I want none of it.â
âLooking at those clothes made me think I was in the dark ages or smthnâ
âlameâ
Ouch, ok, you were starting to get a little annoyed too- humans were such ungrateful little bastards.
No wonder it felt like God turned their back to us.
âYou know-â you began, placing a hand on Polyesterâs leg, trying to get his attention directed at you. âHumans are awful creatures at times. They arenât able to look past whatâs on the outside, and see whatâs going on on the inside-â
âUgh! Please- the last thing I need is one of your long winded speeches!â He whined, crossing his arms to look at the walls. âJust fix it!â
You couldnât help but chuckle, placing one of your hands over your mouth as he whipped his head around to glare at you.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â You apologized, running your hand up and down his thigh to try and soothe his wrath. âYouâre just so risible, itâs endearing in a way.â
âWhat does that even mean?!â He groaned in frustration, throwing his arm over his eyes, as it seemed the heaviness of his wrath finally seemed to quell.
You smiled, knowing you could help to keep him grounded, it made your heart swell with so much joy- joy in knowing that your good boy will always come to you if he has some kind of problem he canât get himself out of.
âIt means that you make me laugh, Baby.â You spoke, keeping your tone even as you tried to soothe him some more. He peeked at you from under his arm, and you laughed again at the annoyance he had reflecting in his eyes.
âCome now, is that anyway to look at me?â You warned, tapping on his leg as you felt him stiffen up under your light touch.
Still in control, even if he doesnât know it.
âN-No- I mean, No. Iâm sorry, Mistress.â He apologised, taking your hand in his as he raised it up to his mouth, planting small kisses on your palm as he sighed in frustration. âIâm just so-so⌠So mad!â
âI know, Baby.â You spoke, placing your hand on his cheek, feeling how warm his face was growing under your touch.
âThey have always been such, such bitches!â He shouted, an ugly grimace on his face, as he huffed loudly while keeping a loose grip on your arm. You ran your fingers over the ugly creases on his skin, causing the muscles in his face to relax as you heard him take a deep breathe in, and let a deep breathe out.
Good, he was doing so good.
It seems your lessons on how to self soothe is working, even if he still needs your support, itâs good to see him make progress.
âItâs ok, Baby.â You said, leaning over his form to give him a few kisses on his face where your hands had once trailed, ensuring that the ugly grimace was truly gone.
Your report was complete, so you had a little free time to play around with him at your leisureâŚ. Itâs been too long since your last release, as youâve been so focused on getting the two of them to behave, that you havenât really had any free time to take care of yourself.
âPolyester, Sweetie, do you want me to make you feel good?â You asked, continuing to pepper small kisses up and down his face and neck, reveling in the feeling of his throat jumping against your touch.
You wouldnât continue without knowing he was comfortable, knowing that this was indeed what it was that he wanted.
âFuck, yes, please! Please touch me, Mistress!â Polyester nearly screamed, lifting his hips off of your desk as he pulled you further into him.
âAwh- how can I deny such a good, pretty, boy?â You said, slowly running your hands down his chest.
He let out a small whine, squirming a little under your gentle touch, as your fingertips finally made contact with his now stiff nipples. You licked your lips, making a noise of approval, as you began to slowly pull the top half of his suit down to expose his soft and tender flesh for your appraisal.
âFuckâ You thought, watching as his flesh glistened ever so tantalizing under the artificial lights in your office. âHeaven really does make the most beautiful creatures- thank you so much for this Divine meal!â
Removing all thoughts from your mind, and allowing your mask to fall off, you leaned in and took one of his nipples into your mouth. You heard him whimper loudly, as you felt his grip on your waist as you leaned over above him to all but worship his physical form.
You felt his nipple twitch, as you gently bit down and licked at him, drool pooling out from your mouth as you slurped loudly against his rock hard body. You moved soon after to his other nipple, using your other hand to pinch and roll the now wet appendage in between your fingertips.
âMistress! So good!â he moaned, his lithe voice sending waves of pleasure surging down your entire body.
âOh, Baby, Iâm so happy I can make you feel good.â You spoke in an even tone, not wanting Polyester to know he was having an effect on you.
You still needed him to know you were the dominant one, the one in control.
âPluh-pleaseâ He began, wiggling in your hold as you continued to lick up and down his muscular form. âPleasepleaseplease!â
âPlease, what, my Sweet Boy?â You cooed, lifting yourself onto your desk to straddle his hips with your thighs. âYou need to use your words, or you Mistress wont know what you want.â
You moved your mouth up to his neck, licking and kissing until you found the sweet spot you were looking for, feeling him squirm under your touch as he groaned deeply within his throat. You smiled wickedly, as you bit down softly onto his skin, careful not to leave any blemishes or marks on his otherwise pristine skin.
âKiss! Kiss me, pleasepleaseplease!â He shouted, tugging at your sweater in a pleading manner.
âOf course I will.â You smiled, lifting your face up to his, smiling wickedly at his absolutely flushed face. His hazy eyes, blown out wide with lust and adoration made your pussy twitch, as you imagined what kinds of face he would make should you have his head clamped between your thighs.
You gently slotted your lips against Polyesterâs, feeling him shiver as he grinds his hips up against your core, allowing you to feel his erect cock against the crotch of your pants. You hummed, moving your lips against his indescribably soft ones, as you felt his tongue prodding you to ask for permission to enter.
Youâll allow it, as you felt his tongue begin to intertwine with yours- there was no fight for dominance, as he knew you were the one in charge, allowing him to feel and taste you to his heartâs content.
All the while, you took the opportunity to explore his body in full, using your hands to push his one piece suit down even further as you exposed his bare hips. You rolled your eyes as they closed, seeing the patch of light lavender hair leading to the one part of him you wished to see the most.
You couldnât let him know how badly you wanted it, as they were still very early on into their training to becoming obedient servants, that could set him back in his training.
You needed to be strong, needed to be in charge.
No matter how much you secretly wished he would destroy you against the window in your office.
You pulled his suit down further, groaning as you watched his girthy cock spring out from underneath his tight clothing. You separated yourself from Polyesterâs lips, watching as a string of saliva connected the two of you together.
You took one of your hands, running it through his hair, pushing his bangs away from his face as you watched him take shallow breaths while clutching your shirt so tightly you were afraid he was about to rip it.
âPolyester, focus Baby.â You spoke, sitting up straighter while looking directly into his blue eyes.
He looked up at you quizzically, lessening his grip on you as he gave you his full attention. You couldnât suppress the shiver that shot through your pussy, seeing the absolute focus and devotion shining in his eyes.
âMistress?â He asked, sounding desperate and weak, as if he were about to cry.
It was so, so tempting to stop things here, to leave him crying on your desk while you went back to work as you listened to his pained whimpers and sobsâŚ. You decided you wanted this too much to stop now, as you felt yourself dripping your essence into your panties.
âPolyester, I need to make sure this is what you want, that you are comfortable.â You explained, lifting yourself off of him enough to shimmy out of your pants and panties in one go.
You heard his breath hitch, as for the first time in this whole scenario, his eyes left yours to look down at your dripping cunt. You saw him swallow, as you felt him tugging some more at your jacket, begging with his body for you to take him.
You needed him to tell you, to offer affirmation, before you even thought of moving to take him whole like you so desperately craved to..
âI want- want you so bad that it hurts!â He nearly screamed, lifting his hips up to try and meet yours, desperate for any kind of friction he could get.
âOh, Sweetie, your Mistress will give you what you want. A reward for being My little Good Boy.â You spoke, removing your hand from his hair, instead using it to brace yourself on his chest as you lifted your hips up higher.
You used your other hand to grip his girthy cock, suppressing a moan as your fingers brushed up against the fat vein on the underside of it. You bit your lip as you lined him up with your already slick entrance, fighting back a moan as you lowered yourself slowly onto him, feeling a little dizzy from how wide he seemed to stretch out your hole.
âFuck! Holy Fuck!â He screamed, grabbing hold of your hips, squeezing so tight that you were sure he left little indention marks on your skin.
âHng-â you swallowed the drool that was pooling in your mouth. âThatâs it.â You whipped the corners of your mouth, watching Polyester squirm underneath you, begging with his body for you to move- to give him release.
âPlease! Please, Miss- I need you to fuck me!â He slurred out, using his hands to caress the exposed skin of your hips under your jacket.
âBaby, how can I say no to you begging me like that?â You cooed out, lifting your hips slowly, going all the way up to the tip just to slam yourself back down onto him. You sprawled your hands out onto his chest to give yourself leverage, as you switched between grinding into him, and lifting yourself up and down his tick cock.
âAh! Hah- So good!â He screamed, arching his hips off the desk as he allowed you to do what you will with his body.
You clenched your fists, feeling your orgasm creeping up on you, but you needed just a little bit more to get to that release that you have been aching for since the boyâs arrival into your care.
âPolyester, my good boy-â you spoke, raising your tone an octave or two to tantalize him into listening to you "Baby, I need more from you, think you can help me?â
He didnât respond, simply nodding his head quickly as he tried to focus on the words you were saying.
âI need you to touch me too, yeah?â You said, grinding down onto him, grabbing his hand to guide him directly where you needed him to touch you. âYou want to make me feel good too, right?â
âYes! Mâ your good boy!â He whined, seeming to lose his voice whenever he was overwhelmed with pleasure. âDo whatever you want.â
âOh- how did I get so, so lucky to have you?â You crooned, guiding his fingers to your neglected and swollen clit.
He seemed that he didnât need anymore guidance, as he took it upon himself to press into your clit, adjusting his pressure and movements as he felt the delicious clench of your walls around him.
âAh, fuck, right there!â You shouted, bouncing and grinding on him rougher, feeling yourself nearly plunge over the edge at his new touch.
âHmm- My Mistress, so good- love youâ he began to babble, seeming to lose his senses as he confessed his true feelings in the throes of raw pleasure.
âGah- cuh, cumming! Shit!â You shouted, plunging yourself completely atop of him, feeling the fat head of his cock kissing at your cervix.
You moaned, loving his raw confession, as you dripped and squirted all over his hips.
âF-Fuck!â He screamed as well, shouting your name, as he gripped at your hips while you felt the warmth of his cum washing over your sensitive and pulsing walls.
It took a few moments for you to regain yourself, opening your eyes to look down at the angel trapped between your legs, seeing the glazed over look in his eyes as he stared at the spot in which your bodies were met.
âYouâre such a good boy, Polyesterâ You spoke, running your hands through his now messy hair. âIâm proud of you for not flying off the handle, for coming to me first.â
You felt him twitch inside of you at your praise, as you used one of your hands to caress his still warm and red cheek.
âAlways remember- Good Boys get rewarded, and Bad Bays get punished.â You cooed, giving him a gentle kiss as the world slowly came back into focus around you.
