PSG; Fuck, It's Love
Fandom: Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt
Title: Fuck, It's Love
Pairing/Characters: Panty/Brief
Rating: M/R
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt in any way, shape, or form. I wouldn't want to.
Summary: "By the time his nose stopped bleeding, the Anarchy sisters were already in the water."
Status: Complete
“Don’t miss me too much, alright?” Panty said, grinning when his hand came around to grasp at her ass. This bathing suit was a goldmine: red, tight, and stringy. She kissed Brief hard on the mouth, cupping his dick through his trunks. When she got him worked up, she pulled away with a cheeky grin.
Brief cleared his throat and lamely replied, “B-B-Bye,” to her retreating figure. Damn.
By the time his nose stopped bleeding, the Anarchy sisters were already in the water. He had seen her naked-loads of times, even before they started dating-but that bathing suit always managed to give him one huge erection after another.
The beach was loaded. It had been the first genuinely nice, carefree day in months. It was hot out, no rain, and no ghosts. Naturally, they were at the beach. Panty and Stocking had loaded up See-Through and somehow managed to grab Brief along the way. No Chuck, no Garterbelt-no scams, ghosts, or shit monsters (they deserved their own category, even if they were ghosts).
Stocking rolled her eyes, jerking a thumb in Brief’s direction. “Are you kidding me with this one? You? Monogamous? He’d trail you like a lost puppy even if you didn’t designate your pussy to him. Are you sure you’re not doing this because he’s terminally ill or something?”
“What? It’s kind of cute,” Panty responded, splashing her sister. “Besides, I can have sex whenever I want it.” She went underwater to get her hair wet. Coming back up, she gasped for air, flipping her hair back.
“That’s different than before… how?” Stocking replied, genuinely curious. She shifted her sunglasses, peering down the bridge of her nose to stare at Panty. Her blue and white inner tube swayed with the waves while she rested on it.
“I don’t know, it feels kind of different. Plus, he’s huge.”
Stocking shrugged. “I know. I’ve seen.”
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“What do you think?”
“Not bad.”
Panty grinned, nudging the inner tube Stocking was holding on to. “You’re jealous.”
“So what if I am? I have to go slut it out by myself at the clubs, and you’re all cuddly with this moron.”
“That’s how it’s different! He wants to stick around in the morning. Normally these dicks want to fuck and leave, which doesn’t bother me but-“
“It’s called love, you stupid bitch,” Stocking interrupted.
“You think so?” Panty asked, genuinely coming to this conclusion for the first time.
“See that group of guys over there?” Stocking asked, pointing to a group of bodybuilding types that were playing volleyball; Panty nodded, taking in the sight of tight speedos and bronzed bodies. “Now look back at Geek Boy.” Her redheaded boyfriend was sitting in the sand, making some kind of castle. He looked like a child, but they didn’t know that he was building a castle in order to block his erection from the children playing near by. Panty looked between the two and shrugged. Stocking rolled her eyes, then gave her sister an expectant look. “That’s love. You spent more time looking at Brief.”
“Just cause I see them doesn’t mean that I’m going to go fuck every single oh, Jesus Christ, it’s love.”
“I rest my case.”
Title: Fuck, It's Love
Pairing/Characters: Panty/Brief
Rating: M/R
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt in any way, shape, or form. I wouldn't want to.
Summary: "By the time his nose stopped bleeding, the Anarchy sisters were already in the water."
Status: Complete
“Don’t miss me too much, alright?” Panty said, grinning when his hand came around to grasp at her ass. This bathing suit was a goldmine: red, tight, and stringy. She kissed Brief hard on the mouth, cupping his dick through his trunks. When she got him worked up, she pulled away with a cheeky grin.
Brief cleared his throat and lamely replied, “B-B-Bye,” to her retreating figure. Damn.
By the time his nose stopped bleeding, the Anarchy sisters were already in the water. He had seen her naked-loads of times, even before they started dating-but that bathing suit always managed to give him one huge erection after another.
The beach was loaded. It had been the first genuinely nice, carefree day in months. It was hot out, no rain, and no ghosts. Naturally, they were at the beach. Panty and Stocking had loaded up See-Through and somehow managed to grab Brief along the way. No Chuck, no Garterbelt-no scams, ghosts, or shit monsters (they deserved their own category, even if they were ghosts).
Stocking rolled her eyes, jerking a thumb in Brief’s direction. “Are you kidding me with this one? You? Monogamous? He’d trail you like a lost puppy even if you didn’t designate your pussy to him. Are you sure you’re not doing this because he’s terminally ill or something?”
“What? It’s kind of cute,” Panty responded, splashing her sister. “Besides, I can have sex whenever I want it.” She went underwater to get her hair wet. Coming back up, she gasped for air, flipping her hair back.
“That’s different than before… how?” Stocking replied, genuinely curious. She shifted her sunglasses, peering down the bridge of her nose to stare at Panty. Her blue and white inner tube swayed with the waves while she rested on it.
“I don’t know, it feels kind of different. Plus, he’s huge.”
Stocking shrugged. “I know. I’ve seen.”
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“What do you think?”
“Not bad.”
Panty grinned, nudging the inner tube Stocking was holding on to. “You’re jealous.”
“So what if I am? I have to go slut it out by myself at the clubs, and you’re all cuddly with this moron.”
“That’s how it’s different! He wants to stick around in the morning. Normally these dicks want to fuck and leave, which doesn’t bother me but-“
“It’s called love, you stupid bitch,” Stocking interrupted.
“You think so?” Panty asked, genuinely coming to this conclusion for the first time.
“See that group of guys over there?” Stocking asked, pointing to a group of bodybuilding types that were playing volleyball; Panty nodded, taking in the sight of tight speedos and bronzed bodies. “Now look back at Geek Boy.” Her redheaded boyfriend was sitting in the sand, making some kind of castle. He looked like a child, but they didn’t know that he was building a castle in order to block his erection from the children playing near by. Panty looked between the two and shrugged. Stocking rolled her eyes, then gave her sister an expectant look. “That’s love. You spent more time looking at Brief.”
“Just cause I see them doesn’t mean that I’m going to go fuck every single oh, Jesus Christ, it’s love.”
“I rest my case.”