!One-shot¡ Polyester and Polyurethane x Fem! Reader
New Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt content.
│ • My first language is not English, so I apologize in advance if at any time the translation fails.
│ • Also, uh, it's my first time writing explicit content, so I hope I didn't do too bad.
"Let me see if I understood," you said as you poured some hot tea into two porcelain cups placed in front of the fallen sisters who had descended from the sky.
Unintentionally, your gaze drifted toward the dark-haired one, noticing how she devoured every cookie you had served. You sighed, knowing that after this visit, you'd have to go buy more. Shaking off the thought, you returned to what you were about to say.
"So, your uncle's sons-your cousins -destroyed your licenses, took away your ghost-hunting jobs, humiliated you, insulted you, sealed your weapons, and turned Scanty & Kneesocks into a horse?"
Both of them nodded frantically.
"I see... And what does any of this have to do with me?" You raised an eyebrow, completely baffled by the sudden intrusion of these angels into your home. You weren't close to them -far from it. You only knew them because your paths had crossed at most twice before.
"Oh, darling... What was your name again?"
"Y/n! Let me explain my brilliant plan," Panty cleared her throat, smirking smugly. "There's only one thing that makes someone unable to live without it."
"No! Sex! Once you try it, you get addicted. All we need is to give those idiots a little taste, and they'll stop thinking with their heads and start thinking with their dicks."
You felt heat rush to your cheeks. You shot an offended glare at the girl in front of you, bewildered that she'd talk about such sinful topics in your home.
"Wait, wait! Don't get all worked up, sweetheart. Listen, just that will be enough to get them out of our way. And you're the key! Because there's nothing better than sleeping with a virgin."
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Your face turned completely red, though you weren't sure if it was from embarrassment or anger. "Why would I give my virginity to some strangers just because you feel like it? And how do you even know I'm a virgin?"
"I'm an expert, girl. I can smell your virginity from four blocks away." She stood up, walking behind the couch where you were sitting. She placed both hands on your shoulders, grinning when she felt you tense at her touch "Come on, don't tell me you've never wanted to do it..."
You'd be lying if you said no. In a city where half the teenagers had already slept with the other half, feeling something other than disgust was inevitable. Your ovulation weeks had gotten harder as you grew older, but you weren't some desperate animal who'd let just anyone have you.
"That doesn't matter. I'm saving myself for marriage," you said firmly, hoping that would convince Panty. Instead, she burst out laughing.
"Oh, please, don't tell me you're serious."
She let go of you, walking back into your line of sight.
"I don't see what's so funny."
"Girl, you have no idea what you're missing. And why save your purity when the guy you marry has probably already slept with your mom?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" You stood up abruptly and pointed at the door. "Get out of my house, now!"
Seeing how the situation was unfolding, Stocking sped up her chewing, not wanting to waste a single cookie.
"Y/n, we're offering you the chance to sleep with two damn angels. What human gets to brag about that?"
"Then go find someone else! I'm sure anyone else would love the idea, but not me."
"But you're perfect for this job! Do you have any idea how many girls in this city are still virgins? Only the ugly ones. And that's not counting the ones who use Halloween as an excuse to get laid while wearing a mask."
"Enough! Stop talking about this! There's no way you're convincing me."
And yes, Panty managed to convince you.
The next day, you found yourself in one of the city's parks. You felt nervous, frustrated, uncomfortable, and a whole mix of emotions that definitely didn't pair well together.
You coughed slightly, feeling the perfume Panty had given you burning your throat.
You sat on one of the benches farthest from people. You didn't even know how you were supposed to seduce those guys-the sisters had only told you to be there at 8 am sharp and they'd handle the rest.
So there you were. Wearing white lingerie under one of Panty's party dresses, with makeup that itched because you weren't used to it. You had to admit, you didn't dislike how you looked-it had been a long time since you'd felt this pretty-but you wondered if it was enough to catch the attention of two of the Lord's servants.
You checked your watch. 8:07 am. You sighed, wondering when something would happen.
Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit you. You braced yourself against the edge of the bench, lowering your head in a futile attempt to relax. The air around you grew heavy, confusing you. You'd been perfectly fine this morning-had your nerves really affected you this much?
A loud bang made you jump. Gunshots -lots of them-rang out around you, though none were aimed at you. Your skin prickled, and you panicked eve more when you looked around. Black orbs manifested beside and above you. Thankfully, they vanished quickly as the gunfire reached them.
Still shaken, you turned your head, searching for the source of the shots. Your eyes landed on two figures who matched the description Panty had given you perfectly. And if you were being completely honest, they were even hotter in person.
"Why are you wearing ecto-perm?"
"What?" you replied quickly, relieved you hadn't stammered as the blue-haired one pointed his white gun at you.
"Your lotion. It's made to attract ghosts."
Understanding dawned on you. Panty had set you up, risking your life just so these guys would come save you.
"That damn bitch-" you muttered, your jaw tightening.
"Oh, uh, yeah. Thank you so much for saving me."
You stood up awkwardly, pretending to still be dazed, and forced yourself to fall into the arms of the angel in the black suit, Polyurethane. You clung to his jacket, faking a tremble in your hands.
"P-Please... don't leave me alone. Those... those things might come back," you said in the softest voice you could muster, imitating the tone of damsels in distress you'd seen in countless movies.
The two brothers exchanged glances. The pink-haired one let go of you to step aside with Polyester.
"We shouldn't leave her here. If she keeps wearing that perfume, the ghosts will come back," Polyurethane whispered, glancing at you sideways.
"And what do you suggest? Take her with us?"
"Well, we can't just leave her to get eaten, can we?" He shrugged.
The one in the white suit sighed, tired of the situation, but finally nodded. He pressed a button on his bracelet, and instantly, a massive truck appeared.
"Get in. We'll take you home."
"Really? Thank you so much!"
You didn't waste time and obeyed, climbing into the vehicle while giving them your address. Despite the obvious space, you chose to stay close to them, leaning between the driver and passenger seats. Standing in a moving truck wasn't exactly comfortable, but you had no choice you wanted the plan to work.
"Polyester" The older brother, with blue hair and a white suit, replied.
"And I am Polyurethane" The one with pink hair and a black suit replied.
"It's great! Your names are just as cute as yours. By the way, you two are so brave. You took down those ghosts like it was nothing. I'm so grateful I was saved by amazing guys like you."
Your words seemed to work-you saw both of them smile. Panty was right; these guys were total egomaniacs.
"Yeah, you really got lucky. Not just anyone gets the honor of interacting with us directly."
You leaned in further, pretending to hang onto every word of Polyester's self-praise. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the younger brother staring at your cleavage for a few seconds.
"So, you two are really angels?" you asked with feigned innocence, because you had already seen his wings when he saved you.
"Yeah, we serve directly under Heaven's orders. Though, you know, we're high-ranking," Polyurethane replied, clearly proud.
"Wow! That explains why you're so strong and... so handsome," you murmured the last part, pretending you didn't want them to hear.
They exchanged smug smiles, convinced you'd fallen for their angelic charms. After all, who wouldn't fall in love with them?
You used the bumps and curves of the road to sway slightly, letting more skin show. And of course, they didn't resist stealing glances.
After a few minutes, the truck stopped in front of your house. Polyester opened the door with a gallant gesture, offering his hand to help you down.
"Thank you," you said with a shy smile, pretending to stumble a little so he'd have to hold you by the waist.
"Be more careful," he said, his gaze leaving you dazed for a few second For a moment, you wondered if all angels were this gorgeous.
"Do you live alone here?" Polyurethane asked, interrupting the moment. His brother let go of you.
"Yeah. Actually... I wanted to ask you a favor. I need to shower to wash off this perfume, b-but I don't want to do it while the house is empty. What if a ghost shows up?" You lowered your head, then looked up with your best puppy-dog eyes. "I know you've already done so much for me, but I'd feel safer with two strong, powerful angels like you watching over me..."
The older one ran a hand through his blue hair, feigning modesty.
"Well, if it's for your safety... We can't say no, right, brother?"
"I suppose not. After all, it's our duty to protect humans."
"Oh, thank you!" you exclaimed, grabbing their hands in fake excitement. "You're so kind... Please, come in."
You opened the door, letting them enter first.
"You can sit on the couch. I'll... go take a quick shower."
"Don't worry about us," Polyurethane said, reclining comfortably on the sofa. "Take your time."
"I will," you smiled before heading down the hallway to the bathroom.
You slipped inside faster than intended, feeling like you were about to have a nervous breakdown. You looked at yourself in the mirror-your face was red, and that part wasn't fake.
You turned on the shower to make the sound obvious, but instead of bathing, you grabbed a small vial you'd left on the sink that morning. You opened it carefully and took out one of the pills.
The bitch who'd convinced you to do all this had promised they'd help with the pain since it was your first time.
And even though you didn't trust her anymore, you also didn't want to suffer the pain of your hymen tearing.
After taking the pill, you took off your dress and wrapped your half-naked body in a robe. You turned off the shower and mentally prepared yourself for what came next.
You walked silently back to the living room. Once you were sure you were in their line of sight, you untied the robe's belt.
"I-I'd like to thank you for saving my life and being so kind to me. Please, let me repay you."
You felt their eyes roam over you from head to toe, practically devouring you with their gaze alone.
"White lingerie? How ironic. Whose idea was that-yours or Panty's?" Polyester asked, smirking.
Your posture stiffened immediately. You swallowed hard.
"I don't know what you're talking about..."
"Come on, you don't have to play dumb anymore."
"Did you really think we wouldn't figure it out?" the younger one arched an eyebrow. "We knew from the start you were a trap."
"Well... if they wanted to gift us a toy, who are we to refuse?"
You were so lost in your own confusion that you didn't even notice Polyester behind you until his chest pressed against your back. A shiver ran down your spine. He wrapped his arms around your waist, his lips brushing your ear as his low voice sent tremors through you.
"Panty and Stocking have always been sore losers... but this time, their plan benefits us more than them."
You clenched your thighs-just the sound of his voice in your ear sent tingles through your stomach.
Before you could respond, Polyurethane closed the distance and captured your lips in a deep kiss. It was so sudden you barely had time to react. His brother helped, pinching one of your nipples over the lingerie, making you moan-which the younger one took advantage of to slip his tongue into your mouth.
Being sandwiched between the two brothers triggered too many unfamiliar reactions in you. You panicked slightly when you felt your own wetness trickling down your thighs, but the needy ache between your legs was stronger.
The angel pulled away from your lips, letting you breathe properly.
"Tell us you don't want this, and we'll leave. The final word is yours," he whispered against your lips.
Their bodies against yours were too much for your inexperienced mind.
Part of you wanted to pull away and abandon this foolish plan, but the other was already overwhelmed by the new sensations.
Those words were enough to seal your fate. They didn't waste any time, leading you to the sofa and urging you to sit. Polyester sat beside you, legs draped over the furniture, gripping the back of your neck to pull you closer as he began kissing your throat.
Meanwhile, Polyurethane knelt and spread your legs apart. He let out a quiet, amused laugh as he saw how the fabric of your lingerie was so thin it disappeared between your folds, soaked through with your arousal.
"Let me taste you..." he murmured before leaning in and dragging his tongue in a slow, deliberate stripe from your entrance up to your clit.
A choked gasp escaped your lips, your fingers digging into the sofa cushions.
You'd never felt anything like this. His tongue circled your clit before closing his lips around it, sucking gently. How was it possible for an angel to be so good at this?
You moaned as your back arched toward him. Polyester, meanwhile, made quick work of removing your bra.
"Looks like you're enjoying this, huh?" he teased, pinching one of your nipples.
You couldn't answer. Every flick of the angel's tongue brought you closer to the edge, and your body moved on its own, grinding against his mouth for more.
"She's not gonna last long,"
Polyurethane commented, pulling back just enough to glance up at you. "She's too sensitive."
"Then don't make her wait."
With a wicked grin, he buried his face between your thighs, tongue plunging deep inside you. A sharp cry tore from your lips as his tongue curled, hitting spots that made your vision blur. Polyester joined in, sucking and nibbling at your nipple while his hand trailed down to your clit. The moment his fingers rubbed the swollen bud, you shattered. Your entire body tensed before the contractions hit. They didn't stop-instead, they drew out your orgasm until pleasure bordered on unbearable.
You gasped heavily when they finally pulled away. You tried to sit up properly, to catch your breath, but it was clear they weren't done with you.
"That was just the beginning, sweetheart."
Before you could fully process his words, Polyester stood, undoing his pants to free his erection.
Your heart skipped a beat at the sight. Were all men this big, or was it just divine beings?
A flicker of fear ran through you at the thought of him inside you-when just his brother's tongue had been enough to overwhelm you moments ago. You desperately hoped Panty's pill would work.
"You've never done this before, have you?" he asked, noticing how you stared at his length.
"N-No..." you managed to stammer.
"What an honor..." Polyurethane whispered, now revealing his own hardened cock. "Being the first to corrupt you."
Polyester gripped your hips and effortlessly turned you, positioning you on your knees on the sofa. His brother moved in front of you, caressing your cheek before sliding his thumb between your lips.
"Open wide for me, darling."
You obeyed instantly, letting him push his thumb into your mouth, playing with your tongue. But it wasn't enough. Soon, his cock replaced it. You struggled to take him, fighting the urge to pull away. Hearing his ragged breaths only spurred you on, urging you to take him deeper.
Meanwhile, Polyester positioned himself behind you, hands roaming your hips before lining up with your entrance. The tip of his cock brushed against you.
"Just relax... You're gonna love this.
Without waiting, he thrust into you i one sharp motion, forcing you forward, taking his brother even deeper into your throat.
Pleasure was instant. Already oversensitive, every movement of his hips sent shocks through you, making you feel like you could reach heaven at any moment.
"Fuck," he groaned, eyes squeezing shut. "You're so tight... If we were really the pathetic angels the Anarchy sisters think we are, we'd already be ruined by you."
The sofa creaked under the weight of the three of you, each of Polyester's thrusts driving you further onto his brother's cock. Polyurethane held your hair firmly, controlling the pace so you wouldn't choke. Tears welled in your eyes, smudging your makeup-but they weren't tears of pain. They were tears of pleasure, pure and addicting. Panty's pill had worked, but nothing could have prepared you for the way their bodies moved in sync, filling you over and over.
"I'm not gonna last much longer..." the younger angel growled, and you barely had time to brace before his release flooded your throat. You didn't even try to swallow-but he didn't pull out, forcing you to take every drop. Feeling so helpless only made you burn hotter, if that was even possible.
The angel still inside you felt your walls clench around him. He knew you were close, so he fucked you harder, pressing his chest against your back. His breath against your neck, his ragged moans-it all pushed you closer to the edge.
Your second orgasm hit harder than the first, leaving you trembling, unable to hold yourself up. Polyester didn't stop, pounding into you relentlessly as you whimpered, overstimulated but unable to ask him to stop.
Finally, he reached his own climax. The feeling of his release filling you made you writhe beneath him.
Panty was right. Once you try sex, you get addicted.
