Through You - JasTheTransVampire - Chainsaw Man (Manga) [Archive of Our Own] (2024)

Pingtsi tested the padded cuffs around her ankles and wrists, finding no give in them. The girls had plenty of experience by now in trussing eachother up now, enough to hinder any meaningful movement while still being gentle enough not to cause any real discomfort. Unless that was specifically asked for, that is. The 'housewife' of the pack, as they so lovingly referred to her as, was laying in their bed with her face propped up on a pillow and her ass in the air. Naked save for the blindfold around her eyes and the cuffs linking her hands and feet together, Pingtsi could feel her excitement dripping down her thighs and onto the towel under her knees.

They'd kept her waiting for her reward for some time now, knowing it'll be all the sweeter after a bit of teasing. She could hear the distinctive sound of harnesses getting buckled up, various implements being retrieved from their toy chest and conspiratorial whispers. A bottle of lube popping open to be passed between various culprits, the wet sounds of its contents being applied to whatever implements were about to ravage her. Somewhere in the back of her mind Pingtsi registered they probably needed to stock up soon, but she willed herself to relax and unfocus. After all, she'd done more than her fair share of service to this home. That's why her girlfriends had planned this reward for her, which was appreciated since she wasn't sure she'd have thought to ask for it herself.

God, she loved them all so f*cking much.

Pingtsi jumped a little at the sudden caress of a strong yet slender hand upon her rear, kneading the soft flesh of her ass while deliberately staying away from where her body screamed for attention the most. The hand slowly grew more insistent before giving her butt a rough squeeze. Whoever was behind her was waiting for something.

"Is that... Cosmo?" she said, deliberately answering the unspoken question wrong. With no Japanese-speaking visitors around they were all free to speak their native Cantonese with eachother. Well, the three of them who had full access to their vocal abilities anyhow.

"Wrong." Quanxi growled, delivering a sharp slap to Pingtsi's already throbbing cl*t and soaked labia. The bound girl yelped, then shuddered as her body trembled under the linked pain and pleasure.

"I'm sorry, mistress Quanxi!" she squealed, feeling her one-eyed lover's hand retreat away from where she needed it and down to her slickened thighs. She could practically sense Quanxi's lubed up strap-on hovering mere inches from her entrance.

"Damn, you're already making a mess. Are you going to squirt for us tonight?" Quanxi said in a more level tone of voice, before poking the tip of the dild* affixed to her hips into Pingtsi's entrance before just as quickly pulling it away. Pingtsi whined at the loss of contact before letting out a gasp as the dild* returned once more to just barely graze her cl*t, then again to drag its entire length across her.

"Please, mistress..." she pleaded, trying to press her hips back to encourage more stimulation but Quanxi's hands on her hips kept her steady.

"Please what?" Quanxi demanded, once more lacing her word with authority as she returned to teasing at Pingtsi's entrance. Her smirk was f*cking audible.

"Please mistress, f*ck me-"

Pingtsi was cut off by her lover filling her in one long stroke, the sudden stretch so deliciously painful. It was enough to turn her thoughts to static and her body to barely coherent jelly. Quanxi knew she liked it rough and gave her precious few seconds to adjust before she started moving, claiming Pingtsi's c*nt for herself with deep and forceful thrusts. The angle she was getting f*cked at let Quanxi hit all the right spots, reducing her vocalisations to a series of jumbled pleas and desperate moans. Being used like this never got old.

"f*ck, mistress! You're pounding me so- Aaah, f*ck! So f*cking good! Please may I cum, mistress?!" Pingtsi begged, feeling her heartbeat in her cl*t as climax swiftly approached.

"Do it. Cum for us." Quanxi ordered, and that was all she needed to go hurtling over the edge with a scream of ecstasy, pressing her face into the pillow and spraying her org*sm all over herself. Quanxi didn't come away unsullied either, but Pingtsi heard no complaints. Through the haze of the afterglow, Pingtsi could vaguely register a soothing hand on the small of her back as her girlfriend slowly pulled out of her. She still trembled with the occasional aftershock, and this was only round one. "Good girl." Quanxi cooed, leaning over to plant a loving kiss on her mouth before retreating from the bed.

It wasn't long before she could feel the mattress sag again, followed by usually gentle hands grabbing her ass and digging their nails in. Pingtsi's whole body was still sensitive after her org*sm, and she sucked in a breath through her teeth. Someone shifted their weight around on the bed and soon her breasts got the same treatment her rear had gotten. Fingers closed around her nipples and pinched them, drawing a pleasured gasp out of her. When she felt teeth nibbling one of her nipples she knew immediately who it was.

"Ah! Thank you, mistress Long!" Pingtsi cried, earning her another gentle bite on the side of her breast.

"Good girl. So clever." Long said as she began working her way across Pingtsi's body, leaving bite marks in her wake that she soothed with gentle flicks of her tongue. As she drew closer and closer to Pingtsi's still sensitive c*nt, the bound girl's breathing became heavier and heavier.

Pingtsi could feel Long's breath on her puss*, so tantalisingly close. She would only have to push her hips back a couple of inches to feel Long's mouth on her, but she knew being impatient would only delay things further. Seconds felt like hours, and Pingtsi was about ready to start begging when Long finally pressed a kiss to her throbbing cl*t. She let her teeth graze her labia as she dove in, eating her out like a three course meal, practically devouring her puss* with her lips and tongue. Pingtsi buried her face in the pillow, muffling her frantic moans as she shook under the force of Long's tongue skills. After only a few minutes she could feel her second org*sm approaching like a bullet train on fire, and did not even have time to ask for permission before hurtling over the edge and sending a wave of slick into Long's mouth. Long punished (or perhaps rewarded) this act of insubordination by gently biting her intensely sensitive cl*t.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry mistress Long!" Pingtsi yelped as she squirmed, her breath being shaky and unfirm as Long finally retreated from her puss*.

"It's okay. This is your night, isn't it?" Long said playfully, placing an apologetic kiss on the little pearl she'd just harassed. "Colour?"

"Green, so f*cking green..." Pingtsi breathed out, the wave of aroused chuckles resounding through the room making her cheeks burn hot with sweet embarrassment. She could feel Quanxi's strong hands lifting her torso off the mattress and the lip of a water bottle offered to her. She drank the water down eagerly, hydration was important and nobody here had any intention of cutting the night short due to a lack of it. "Love you." she said quietly.

"Love you too, baby." Quanxi replied, giving her a chaste kiss on the mouth. Pingtsi was afforded another minute or so of rest as Quanxi checked her restraints and someone, presumably whoever was next in line, changed her pillow for a fluffier one. Once everyone were nice and ready to continue, Pingtsi could feel the slightly scrawny form of Tsugihagi draping across her back. She knew it was her because she could feel her scars, those long lines winding around her body like she'd been sewn back together after being dashed to pieces. Tsugihagi never hid them anymore, said they were part of her beauty and her partners couldn't agree more.

Tsugihagi ran her hands from the sides of Pingtsi's neck and across to her collarbones, before tracing across the curves of her shoulders, over her back before dipping below to cup at her breasts. She was saying with touch what she could not express with her voice and could not presently communicate with sign language: "Every part of you is so sexy."

"Thank you, mistress Tsugihagi. I love you." Pingtsi hummed, basking in this more gentle affection she was receiving. Her girlfriends always made her feel so beautiful, so full of worth, when so many people before them had done their best to beat that out of her. They'd said the best life a woman could lead was in service to a successful husband, that she should find value in bearing his children and tending to his home. They'd said her attraction to women was unnatural, a disease they had to send her away to be 'cured' of. For a while, Pingtsi had even believed them.

But here, surrounded by the women who loved her, she could not be happier. When Tsugihagi traced her fingers down her spine and finally dipped into molten heat, nothing about that felt unnatural. This was exactly where Pingtsi was supposed to be, and exactly what she was supposed to be doing. It all just felt so right to clench and flutter around her girlfriend's deft fingers, to have her scarred arm wrapped around her as she was slowly carried towards another climax. She felt adored, wanted, needed. Loved.

"Tsugi, I'm-" Pingtsi said breathlessly before Tsugihagi silenced her by lowering her head to start sucking at her cl*t. Most of her tongue was missing so she couldn't flick at it, but the suction was enough. With a pleasant, warm shudder, Pingtsi came on Tsugihagi's face while repeating her name like a mantra. The softness of it all was almost enough to make her weep, that fact alone making her giggle a little. Well, whatever. Like Long said, it was her night. She had the right to get emotional in the middle of a BDSM scene if she damn well pleased!

Tsugihagi moved over to the side to let Pingtsi suck her own wetness off her fingers, while behind her Cosmo made herself ready, no doubt with the textured pink dild* she so loved to use whenever she was wearing a harness. Being treated gently was wonderful as always, but the anticipation and excitement Pingtsi felt before getting to experience Cosmo's strap game always made her wet enough to flood a small town. It was doubtful Cosmo even needed any lube, yet Pingtsi could feel she'd applied some anyway just in case. With a slow but steady rocking of her hips, Cosmo gradually slid herself inside Pingtsi's overworked puss*, playing a little with her ass while waiting for her to adjust. Pingtsi clenched around the toy, letting herself disappear into the depths of her desire. God, she felt so f*cking full.

"Halloween." Cosmo said with a teasing tone of voice as she gave Pingtsi a little spank, causing her to moan out in appreciation. Pingtsi rocked her hips back and that was all the indication Cosmo needed to start moving, slowly building up speed until she was pounding into Pingtsi like a jackhammer, drowning whatever cognitive ability remained in her in a fog of lust. Where Quanxi was more of a generalist who was skilled at adapting to whatever was needed of her in the moment, Cosmo had specialised almost entirely in stamina and accuracy. Pingtsi had no idea what kind of black magic allowed her to hit the G-spot with such consistency, but she wasn't complaining. Cosmo's strap game was the final boss of any orgy night.

Another sharp spank landed on Pingtsi's ass, causing her to gasp and let out a broken moan.

"Please pull my hair, mistress Cosmo!" she pleaded. Cosmo grabbed a fistful of her black hair, released from its usual ponytail, and yanked Pingtsi's head off the mattress. Her back now held straight, her upper body suspended only by Cosmo's firm grip in her hair, Pingtsi came. And came. And came. Cosmo just kept pounding her through her org*sm, reaching her free hand down to rub at her cl*t. Pure euphoria rushed through Pingtsi's body, she was sure she'd pass out. But her body obeyed and she remained in the moment.

Here, surrounded by love and lust and acceptance. Here, where nobody could ever hurt her again. Here, where she was happy.

Yuko drummed her hands against the steering wheel, humming the opening theme to one of her favourite anime as she waited in the parking lot outside Asa's therapist's office. The smile on her face upon seeing her girlfriend exit the building quickly faded when she saw just how much the poor girl was dragging her feet. As she got closer, Yuko could make out the fresh tear stains on her cheeks and the solemn, downcast look in her eyes. Once Asa got to the car she slowly got in the passenger seat, buckled herself in, then stared at her feet. She didn't say a single word.

"Hey, princess." Yuko said softly, reaching to gently squeeze her girlfriend's shoulder. Asa barely moved a muscle. She knew better than to ask if something was wrong when the answer was so obvious. That would just be... patronising, at this point. They'd talk about it later. Asa had gotten so much better at opening up in the time she'd known her, Yuko was so proud of how far she'd come. How far they'd both come, really. "Is that a new medicine?" she asked, gesturing to the little orange bottle in Asa's hands.

"Just a larger dosage of one of my old ones..." Asa replied quietly, turning the bottle in her hands a few times just to keep her fingers busy. "The... intrusive thoughts are back again."

"Oh princess, I'm sorry." the spectacled girl said, her heart breaking at just how ashamed Asa sounded. It hurt to see the love of her life in pain, made her want to move mountains and part oceans just to see her smile again. "You know it's not your fault, right?"

"I know." Asa's voice was weak, and a little bit scratchy. She'd obviously been crying earlier.

"Remember, you're not a bad person..."

"...I just have a condition. Thank you, Yuko."

Yuko smiled a little. They'd been doing these little affirmations for a while now, and every time it seemed like Asa had an easier time taking that message to heart. They were both 22 now, and poor Asa hadn't started getting medication and therapy for her mental illnesses until she was 16. It had been a hard journey for the both of them, but despite everything they'd stuck together. Two princesses walking hand in hand towards a happier future. On their good days they had the best time of their lives, on their bad days they had eachother's backs like nobody else could.

The drive home was mostly quiet. Asa wasn't in the mood to make any stops so they just went straight home, a quaint ground floor apartment in a brick building with nice neighbours and manageable rent. Yuko unlocked the front door and held it open for Asa. Once they'd both kicked off their shoes, the dark-haired girl walked sluggishly over to the living room and slumped down on the couch. Still her shoulders remained tense, like something was keeping her from relaxing.

"Can I get you something?" Yuko asked from the hallway connecting the kitchen and living room with a bit of concern in her voice.

"Water." came the simple reply, a request that was fulfilled in short order. Yuko settled in about half an arm's length from Asa and handed her her glass of water, which she used to down one of her new pills. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment after swallowing, idly sipping her water before putting the glass down on the coffee table. For a long moment neither of them said anything. They knew the routine by now, Asa didn't like being rushed and Yuko didn't like making her uncomfortable.

"Do you remember that time in middle school when I called your ponytail gay, then took way too long to apologise?" Asa finally said, staring at the floor and fiddling with the hem of her skirt. Her voice was small and nervous.

"No, I can't say I do." Yuko replied honestly, a little confused by the question. She turned to face Asa, looking at her with concern.

"What about when... when..." Asa stammered, her breath hitching slightly. There were already tears beginning to form at the corners of her eyes. "...y-you started dressing more butch, and because of my own f*cking insecurities I said such awful, awful things..."

"Hey, we were both still figuring this whole 'girl' thing out. You were scared, a lot of things were changing. I don't hold any of that against you." the blonde affirmed, laying a comforting hand on her beloved princess's shoulder. Why was she bringing up stuff from years ago? Asa's tears fell freely now.

"I r-remember p-putting myself in the hospital, and nearly breaking your heart. A-And all these... horrible intrusive thought about killing you, I can't-" Asa cried, clutching at her temples and doubling over as she started to sob in earnest. Yuko wasted no time, immediately scooching over so she could wrap her girlfriend in a big hug, holding her close to her chest and gently rocking from side to side.

"There, there. It's okay. You're okay." Yuko comforted, letting Asa cry her feelings out as she had so many times before. Being there for her was never a burden.

"I-I've been so sh*tty to you, though... S-Said so many horrible things, how can you still love me?" her princess cried, her voice pained and broken.

"Because there's still so much of you to love, silly. You've had bad days, you've said things you regret, but none of that changes who you are at your core. I mean f*ck, being trans in this world is traumatic enough, and you spent so much time not getting the care you needed..." Yuko continued, gently stroking Asa's hair as she let her listen to the soothing rhythm of her heart. A heart that Asa had once tearfully admitted to thinking about ripping out and stabbing, but that's whatever. It had always been hers to keep to begin with. "Hey... You remember all the good things you've done for me?"

Asa shook her head and sniffled, staining Yuko's flannel shirt with her tears.

"Well, I do. Let's start with that ponytail, shall we? After you apologised, you started picking fights with anyone who made fun of me for it. You even started helping me braid it after PE, remember that? Then there was that time I had that massive fight with my dad, and you argued with your mother for three hours to let me stay the night!" Yuko began, unable to stop herself smiling as she called up those old memories. "You were there to hold my hand when I came out to my parents, you sewed my favourite plushie's head back on after that one bitch ripped it off, you learned Vietnamese just so you could talk to that side of my family..."

"Foiled again. Curse your athlete's reflexes." Makima light-heartedly grumbled, pouting and very carefully crossing her arms so she didn't tear any stitches, only to be immediately cheered up when Princi pecked her on the cheek. Best girlfriend ever, frankly.

"Aww, you guys are so cute!" Nayuta declared, giggling a little. "So, I trust the surgery went well? No complications or anything?"

"Nothing of the sort, according to my surgeon. I should be good to leave in an hour or two." Makima cheerfully announced, before suddenly noticing something was missing from this picture. "Where's Yoru?"

"She got her hand stuck in a vending machine." the younger sister informed. "I had to talk her out of trying to disassemble the hatch with one of her knives."

"She brought knives into a hospital?" Princi asked with concern in her voice, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, she brings knives everywhere except airports. You can always count on Yoru having at least three sharp objects on her person at any one time. Don't ask her why, she doesn't like to explain." Makima explained, leaning back in her bed and fondly remembering helping her younger sister hide her knife collection from their parents, getting her a book on knife-based arts and crafts for her birthday one year, then years later when she came out as trans receiving a combat knife with a custom blue, pink and white handle studded with plastic rhinestones. That knife had a proud place next to all her family photos, now.

"Sometimes I wonder if we got the dog lover gene while she got the shiv gene." Nayuta mused, rocking on her heels a little bit while fiddling with her skirt chain.

"Hello to you too, Yoru. I see you defeated that evil vending machine." Makima said, recovering some composure and partaking of the sugary bounty her sister had so graciously bestowed upon them. "Sounds like you have plans for today."

"Hell yeah we do! 'Yuta, did you tell her yet?" Yoru confirmed, turning to her twin with a big smile on her scarred face before tearing into her candy bar like a tiger taking down a deer.

"Not yet, no. But anyway, once you're released we'll all head over to your place. Fami's getting us takeout, so that will be lunch. Then we can all hang out, catch up and so on before going out to dinner at that fancy Korean place, and if you're still up for it after that we'll go drinking at one of the bars down the street. How does that sound?" Nayuta rattled off, looking very proud of herself that she could remember all of that. She, Princi and Yoru then looked to Makima for confirmation. She pretended to think for a moment, stroking her chin before lighting up with one of her usual smiles.

"Let's do it. Just don't expect me to flash anyone."

And 'do it' they most certainly did. Lunch at Makima and Princi's house was quite comfortable, it'd been long since Makima got to catch up with Fami and Princi had a fun time explaining all the different species of frog and spider she kept as pets. To pass the time before evening, Makima insisted on showing her sisters one of the bizarre arthouse films she'd come across since their last meeting. It was certainly an... experience. Almost as soon as the credits rolled Yoru started claiming the sun was going down and they should get going, the threat of having to sit through another movie looming overhead.

Once they got to the bar and the alcohol started flowing, things started picking up speed fast. Makima and Nayuta got into a very spirited debate about the cutest dog breeds, while Yoru had to be talked out of an impromptu game of five finger fillet. Once the punk started talking about juggling her knives instead, Fami had to confiscate them. Fami herself insisted she didn't want anything to eat, but two drinks in she immediately ordered a full plate of nachos and what must have been two full pints worth of ice cream scoops. Princi very nearly fell into the trap that has caught a lot of professional wrestlers over the years, namely getting drunk and offering to put people in wrestling holds, before getting sobered up by an emergency kiss from Makima and a thrown ice cube from Nayuta. It was Fami who discovered the bar's karaoke machine and immediately insisted on doing three ABBA songs in a row despite her English skills being a bit shaky, to put it generously. Nayuta and Yoru similarly did a drunken duet of Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon, which was probably the highlight of the evening out of sheer spectacle. Nayuta had to chuck another ice cube to break up a heated makeout session between Makima and Princi, since her sister's new boobs were nowhere near ready to be fondled yet and had to be protected.

Once the night came to a close and Makima found herself snuggled up in bed next to the best girlfriend in the world, with a brand spanking new set of breasts and her sisters' antics still fresh in her memory, she found herself smiling. Things really did turn out okay, after all.

They continued flipping through the pages of the photo album, through their wedding, past buying their first house together, until landing on the period of time when they'd decided to adopt children. The face of a nervous teenage girl with long blonde hair and green eyes stared back at them. She was dressed in worn and weathered punk clothes and she was clutching a stuffed toy to her chest. Meowy the first. Another photo depicted her sitting on the edge of a bed holding a white-furred kitten, dozens of children's drawings pinned up on the wall behind her depicting a woman with blonde hair, red horns and a smile that was positively blender-like.

"I still tear up every time I think about the day we met her..." Angel said quietly, prompting his husband to squeeze his shoulders a little tighter. "She deserved so much better than that place."

"Remember how she corrected that orderly who introduced her? I think we were the first people to actually address her as Power." Aki said solemnly, trying not to think of how their daughter got treated before they adopted her. Tossed around by life like a rag doll for fourteen years, no wonder she wanted to be the mightiest creature in the universe. Still, he was proud of how they'd helped make that wish come true.

"Our poor girl..." Angel began, sounding a bit tearful before lighting up at the next set of pictures from that year. "Look! Her first time with the contacts!"

"Look at her, she was so happy with them!" Aki said, the smile on his face mirroring the much sharper one of the girl in the photo who looked about ready to cry with joy at her new yellow crosshair eyes. They had to get those contacts custom-made which wasn't cheap, but that smile was worth every yen.

The next photo was of Power at her very first Pride parade, gleefully scarfing down an ice cream cone and waving at someone off screen. Aki remembered her bragging about getting the number of a girl her age during the car ride home, so tired from all the running around and snack food she could barely keep her eyes open. Another picture showed her taking home a silver medal for her school's gymnastics team, which over the years would get slightly worn at the edges due to her habit of biting it for luck before every wrestling match.

"We were so nervous to ask her if she wanted a sibling." Aki mused, looking at a photo of a scrawny, malnourished young boy petting an equally rough looking dog. Even since the beginning Denji and Pochita had been inseparable, surviving on the streets together for far longer than anyone that young should have to. The next photo showed both he and the dog looking much healthier, posing next to Power and Meowy on that off-brown couch they used to own.

"Ironically I think they started arguing more as they got more comfortable around eachother." Angel commented, chuckling a little to himself. "I remember them starting a shouting match about who had the better taste in movies, then staying up all night binging both of their collections."

"Getting them to school the next day was an absolute nightmare..." Aki grumbled.

The rest of the page was mostly taken up by photos of Denji and Pochita playing or just relaxing together without having to worry where their next meal would come from. There was also one of him, Beam and Reze lounging on a park bench together, gleefully flipping off the camera. Another photo showed Denji during his brief foray into theatre, playing Ophelia in his school's (heavily edited for time) production of Hamlet. He looked so happy on stage, but apparently after the show someone had made fun of him for playing a girl and he never touched it again. Aki sighed at that memory.

"They grow up so fast, don't they?" Angel said, already having moved on to the next page and tapping at a photo of Power's first time at wrestling school, her shoulders bruised from doing bump drills for hours but her face could not be happier. The next showed her and Angel sewing together her first set of ring gear, back when she was still working out what her gimmick was supposed to be.

"Have to treasure every moment." Aki commented, running his fingers over a photo of Power in the ring, holding her opponent in some sort of arm-based submission manoeuvre. The one next to it depicted her during her debut in EDPW, posing on one of the ring posts with that mad glint in her eye. "I think she really found her calling with wrestling."

"Certainly appealed to her more than the track team did. Between you and me I think Denji is still looking for his." Angel replied, focusing on a picture of Denji looking grumpy in his work uniform. He got a job operating a chainsaw up at the local lumber yard, but he never seemed very interested in advancing that career path much further. Plus, he was kinda scrawny by lumberjack standards. They'd met his coworkers and they were all bulked out with big muscles and the fat necessary to fuel those muscles, yet Denji never seemed to spend more time at the gym than necessary, certainly not as much as his sister. He'd said that getting broader made him feel weird for some reason, but hadn't been able to elaborate on it any further.

"Angel... Do you think we've done a good job? Are doing a good job?" Aki asked, trying not to sound too worried.

"Hmm... Yeah." Angel said after a moment of contemplation. "We haven't always made the right decisions, but with them? We've done well, Aki. We've helped them find the lives they deserve to live. It hasn't always been easy, we knew how difficult it would be to adopt two teenagers with such troubled pasts, but we made it work. And more to the point, I think they have done a lot for us as well. We're better people because of them."

Aki nodded as he went quiet for a moment, before letting out a sigh and smiling.

"I think I owe a lot to you, too." he said, turning to brush some hair out of his husband's face. An adorable blush spread across Angel's cheeks. "Still so cute even after all these years. God, I'm glad I married you."

"Oh the feeling is absolutely mutual, topknot." Angel replied, slowly closing the photo album and putting it on the coffee table as he leant in to start kissing Aki. "And I very much look forward to everything we've yet to do together."

Aki chuckled and kissed his beloved husband back. With the kids out of the house, they had plenty of time to get lost in the moment.

"This is f*cking stupid." Denji grumbled under Reze, who was currently straddling his chest while he lay prone on her criminally soft bed. Beam was on the carpeted floor next to them, laying on his stomach and waving his feet in the air with his chin propped up on his palms. Enjoying the show, as usual.

"So you keep saying, and yet you keep not stopping me." Reze teased as she continued to apply eyeliner with a steady hand. They'd already gone through most of a makeup routine, minus the foundation cause according to her he hardly needed it.

"Well, I mean... The process is f*cking stupid, but the end result will probably be funny." Denji said a little bashfully, trying to avert his gaze only for his girlfriend to tilt his head back into position so she didn't miss. He opted to close his eyes instead.

"You're kinda cute when you're grumpy, dude." their boyfriend chimed in from the floor, flashing that frustratingly attractive shark grin of his.

Denji had to admit this whole polyamory situation was really working out so far. Reze and Beam had been subtly (and not so subtly) trying to get in his pants for years now, the only reason he hadn't made a move on either of them was because he couldn't bring himself to choose between them. He wanted them both equally, god damn it! Why did feelings have to be so f*cking complicated... Well, he'd finally snapped and admitted as much a couple weeks ago after that wrestling show where Power had gone home with her girlfriend, in a massive teary-eyed rant where he'd divulged a lot more sh*t than he'd intended.

Luckily, Reze had come up with more or less the perfect solution for all three of them: A triad, where they could all love and bone eachother to their hearts' content without anyone having to bottle anything up and starting pointless f*cking arguments. It was relieving, honestly. Like finally getting to let out a breath you'd been holding for way, way too long. Granted, some of them were more ready to dive into the deep end than the others, Reze was apparently already thinking of asking out her weird roommate. Denji however was content with just her and Beam. For now, anyway. He wasn't a f*cking fortune teller.

"Hey, I'm not cute! Reze, tell him!" Denji barked back, sounding far too much like a tsundere for his own liking.

"Sorry, but I have to agree with the fish, Denji-chan. You're cute as f*ck like this." Reze said with a sly smirk on her lips, sheathing the eyeliner to so she could start getting the mascara ready. Denji started blushing furiously.

"Getting f*cking double-teamed, here..." he grumbled, fiddling a little with the cord of Reze's skirt. The caps were shaped like little grenades.

"Well, if that's what you're in the mood for..." Beam teased, raising himself up so he could rest his chin on the edge of the bed instead. The blushing situation was not helped by this.

"We've got plenty of time for it!" Reze said cheerily, like she'd been waiting all day for this. "My roomie is spending all day with her sister, she probably won't be home until late tonight."

If he wasn't so afraid of messing up his makeup, Denji would be burying his face in his hands. Or possibly under a pillow. They loved riling him up like this, the little bastards. Getting him all flustered and sh*t. Well, one day he'd turn the tables on them, for sure! It's not like he enjoyed being teased, or anything... That'd just be stupid.

"S-Shut up and keep working..." the blonde finally said, eliciting a duo of chuckles from his partners.

"Whatever you say, Denji-chan!"

Finally getting some sort of reprieve from his partners' teasing, Denji allowed himself to relax and just exist in the moment. He wondered how the makeup would turn out. Not because he was actually invested in it, he was just... curious. Reze always looked so pretty when she wore makeup so it stood to reason she was pretty talented at applying it. Part of Denji perhaps felt maybe just the tiniest little bit excited about seeing himself in makeup, but he shut it up real quick. Every other time he'd listened to that part of himself it'd ended in disaster for him. There was nothing to get excited about, here. He was just a dude getting his makeup done by his girlfriend as a fun joke. That's all it was.

Reze briefly withdrew from his face and put away the mascara, before grabbing two sticks of lipstick. One black, one red. Both slightly glistening. Did that technically make them lip gloss? Was coloured lip gloss a thing? So many questions Denji

couldn't give a sh*t about.

"Which one do you like more? I sometimes do both when I'm feeling a little daring, but since we're just doing the basics here..." Reze asked, examining the two sticks herself while making that adorable face she did when she was thinking.

"I dunno, this sh*t is beyond me." Denji lied, having worn lipstick more than a few times back when he used to be in the theatre club in high school. He'd always been fond of how his lips looked in red, even though he wouldn't be caught dead wearing that kind of thing off stage. It's different when you're doing it for a role.

"Dude, that red would look f*cking sick on you. Like, contrasting with the black eyeshadow and sh*t..." Beam helpfully chimed in, ever the unapologetic himbo. Now who's the cute one, you cartilaginous f*ck?!

"Red it is." the blonde said in as neutral a tone of voice as he could muster before shutting his mouth so Reze could get to work. It felt nice, laying here and getting pampered, looking up into Reze's beautiful green eyes while she bit her tongue in concentration. It was easy to relax, but when Denji relaxed his mind began to wander, and it became scary how un-scary certain things were to think about. The strange sense of giddy warmth in his chest was... unwelcome, its implications troublesome.

"There, all done! Lemme get a mirror." Reze announced as she flipped herself off of Denji to go rifle through her mess of a vanity. Denji looked over to Beam, whose eyes went wide at the sight of the finished product, yet he didn't utter anything but a gasp. Denji tried not to overthink whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, it didn't matter after all, this was all just something fun they did to pass the time, he wasn't actually worried about looking pre-

"Here!"

Denji looked into the offered mirror and felt time slow to a crawl. He was beautiful. The way his eyes popped, how smooth and clear his skin looked, how the lipstick tied it all together... He never thought it was possible for him to look this good. That warmth in his chest was back. Stronger, more insistent, demanding him to acknowledge it even though doing so would hurt. Because it's not like he didn't know the implication, he wasn't completely uninformed. He'd had... some exposure to this kind of thing, in the form of acquaintances, things he'd come across online... and his own experimentation. But getting all prettied up in a dress and makeup for a school play didn't count, that was just... acting. And the skirt and crop top he kept hidden in the back of his closet, that was just a fetish. It didn't mean anything, lots of normal cis guys liked putting on skirts and keeping their faces shaved and being called 'Denji-chan' and-

He was ripped from his inner turmoil by the sensation of getting hugged from two sources at once. Of course, he'd started crying. His partners must have noticed and resorted to the emergency protocol.

"f*ck... I'm messing up all your hard work..." Denji said quietly, trying to stifle the tears before they smeared any more of the makeup, because f*ck it. He may as well admit to himself he cared, at this point.

"Forget about that. What's wrong, baby?" Reze said softly, letting Denji rest his chin on her shoulder while Beam embraced him from behind. And f*ck, how was he supposed to answer that question? There were about a hundred different things that were wrong right now, all swirling and coalescing around one issue. One doubt. One question.

"Complicated..." he finally managed to say, not so sure how they felt about thinking of themself as a 'he' anymore. They continued to weep and sob and tremble for several minutes, thinking about... everything. The whole damn mess. It was too much to process alone, but hadn't their partners promised to always support them, no matter what? To listen and try to help whenever they needed it? Well, guess it was about f*cking time to put that to the test.

"Guys..." Denji said once the tears had finally stopped flowing. "I need to talk to you about something..."

Peace. That's what Kobeni felt, peace. There were no scratchy, sticky fabrics, no bright and stinging lights, no noise save for the soft sound of Power humming to her as she laid on the couch with her head in her lap. Curled up, relaxed, no obligation to focus on anything or anyone. Not her job, not her coworkers, not her asshole boss. It was just her, and Power, and the next 13 hours they'd get to spend together. Bliss.

"Love you." Kobeni mumbled as Power began lightly scratching her hair.

"Love you too, baby." Power replied with a calm she reserved for her alone, making her feel like the most special girl in the world.

Kobeni yawned a little. She'd almost forgotten what she'd invited Power over for. Something about... Oh. That. She remembered now, and could already feel the tension start to wind through her consciousness. It was probably best to vent it right away, right? Before it took over and completely ruined her mood like it had before Power came through the door, possibly putting an unhappy end to their current state of comfort. Kobeni grimly realised that by overthinking it this much, it was already doing that.

"I tried applying for a new job, today. I won't get it." she said, grumpily shifting herself a little further into Power's lap.

"Soothsaying is for old ladies and quacks, Kobunny. You don't know that." the blonde replied in a tone of voice that implied that if this was one of their normal conversations, she'd be a lot louder.

"I think in this case making a prediction is justified. I had to put my legal name and gender on the application." Kobeni grumbled, still frustrated over the experience.

"Oh..."

"Yeah... So when I showed up for the interview, they were expecting a man. And addressed me as such. It was a short interview."

She neglected to mention how she'd broke down crying on the bus and spent fifteen minutes beating the hell out of a pillow once she got home before deciding she needed her emotional support Power. All the intense dysphoria, sadness and anger had bled out of her by now, all that remained was a simmering annoyance. And the dreaded tension, which was rapidly shifting from the mental into the physical. She could almost feel her shoulders stiffening up, already.

"Could you massage me, please?" Kobeni requested, sitting up next to Power and looking her in the eye. Making eye contact was usually difficult for her, but it had been getting easier and easier with Power.

"It is most troublesome to get a grip through this fabric..." Power commented, indeed struggling to... properly get her hands into all the stiffness baked into Kobeni's skinny shoulders.

"Yeah... I can take the hoodie off..." Kobeni sighed, moving to do just that when she saw Power's thumbs up reflected in screen of her currently turned off TV. Once she'd gotten the hoodie over her head and onto the floor however, she noticed another thing in the reflection. Or rather, two other things. "Oh. Forgot I wasn't wearing a bra..."

"Would you like to, um... go put one on?" Power asked, looking like she wasn't really sure what to do with her hands. Or eyes, for that matter.

"D-Does this make you uncomfortable?" the smaller girl stammered out, covering her modest little B-cups (that were honestly closer to A-cups, but who's counting) with her forearm. "I-I d-don't mind, but if you'd rather I cover up..."

"What? Nay, your Koboobies are beautiful! But the decision of how much of a body is covered at any one time rests entrylily in the hands of that body's owner! Unless you're being a creep on public transport, but I don't see any trains..." the almighty stage blood enthusiast declared firmly, earning a flattered giggle from her girlfriend.

"I-In that case, I choose to free the nipples." Kobeni replied, lowering her arm.

Power nodded at the obvious wisdom of this decision, then got back to work. She was able to do a much better job like this, with more ready access to the bundled up stress in Kobeni's muscles. Turns out, there was more there than the office worker had anticipated. But it made sense, considering how hard she worked six days a week, and how cheap the chairs were at her job, and how it constantly felt like she had fifteen different things breathing down her neck at any one time. It'd probably require an actual masseuse or physical therapist to get all the knots out, but Power could at least provide some relief in the short term. Power's hands on her always felt good. Really good.

A suggestive hum fled Kobeni's lips when Power hit a spot near her neck, followed by a chuckle when she saw her girlfriend bite her lip in the TV reflection. Power migrated her hands a little lower to start working on the area around the shoulder blades. Kobeni leaned into her touch, encouraging her to really get her fingers into her back.

"Feels good..." Kobeni muttered breathily, closing her eyes as she relaxed, that feeling of bliss from before sweeping through her body once more. The blonde's hands went back up to her shoulders, kneading the tension out of her and reminding Kobeni of just how darn strong Power was compared to her. How easily she could hoist her up on her shoulder and carry her to safety, or the bedroom, as the case may be. She leaned back so that she was flush with Power's chest then craned her head over to steal a kiss. Then another. Then one more where she parted her lips a little and invited Power's tongue in to explore.

"Like making you feel good..." Power murmured, letting her hand wander across pale skin to settle on Kobeni's breast, earning her an encouraging hum. "You make such pretty noises for me, sweet Kobeni."

"T-Thank you..." Kobeni gulped, as Power gave her breast a gentle squeeze, rolling her nipple between her fingers. She could feel herself slowly getting hard, and unlike every other time she'd gotten an erection around Power, they were actually in a position to take advantage of it now. Their second time having sex. Would it be the same as the first? That'd be nice, but she'd been a virgin for so long and there were so, so many things she wanted to try. One thing in particular, that... No. Surely, Power would never agree to that. It was too weird, too... perverted.

"You're tensing up, sweetums. Is something wrong?" Power asked in a worried tone of voice.

"It's n-n-nothing..." the smaller girl lied, poorly, prompting the taller to shift around so they could make eye contact.

"You can be honest with me, Kobeni. This is the safest of places." the wrestler said, giving her nervous partner an encouraging smile.

"It's just... There's something I want to try, but you might find it strange. Perhaps even... gross." Kobeni said weakly, making her best effort to maintain eye contact.

"I could never find you gross! You're the un-grossest being on earth!" Power declared with a sharp grin.

"F-Fine... B-B-But you might think differently once you hear it..." Kobeni took a deep breath to steady herself, closing her eyes for a moment. She tried to push her nerves down as best as she could. "I would like to try b-being inside you. I'm sorry... I know that we call my, you know, thing a cl*t... and that's not the kind of thing you do with cl*ts. Girls don't put their cl*ts i-inside other girls, that's weird. And I don't want you to feel weird! You p-probably think I'm weird for wanting that, too... but that's okay. We don't have to do it. I-In fact, forget I ever-"

"Kobeni." Power said firmly, putting a finger on Kobeni's lips to shush her before she rambled herself into a panic attack. "I love you and you're my favourite human, but you're being stupid. The thought of having your cl*t inside me is as wettening as a shower of enthusiastically consenting blood! 'Tis not weird, 'tis MAGNIFICENT!" she ranted, slowly building up manic energy before releasing it in a kiss that drew the air out of Kobeni's lungs. They moaned into eachother's mouths, tongues dancing and teeth clacking as their hands roamed across one another's bodies, caressing and groping at whatever they could reach.

"I'm gonna f*ck you until you can't remember any more LGTV-phobic stigma." Power growled as she started taking off her shorts. How fortuitous, and thought provoking, that she'd chosen today to go commando.

"How the f*ck do you manage to make that sound sexy..." Kobeni gasped, hurriedly trying to undo the string on her blue sweatpants.

Once they were both sufficiently disrobed, Power took a moment to simply admire Kobeni's cl*t, spreading out the wetness leaking from its tip with her hand. Kobeni shuddered, her body eagerly responding to the stimulation. Power laid her down on the couch and straddled her, leaning down to capture her lips in a toothy kiss and swallow the moans she let out. She pressed herself against Kobeni and began rocking her hips, further lubing up her cl*t with the wetness dripping from her core.

"W-Wait..." Kobeni said suddenly, having just remembered a very frustrating fact. The disappointment in her voice was obvious. "I don't have any condoms..."

"No need! Attempts have been made to nerf the almighty Power with period cramps sent straight from Hell, efforts which I have defeated with the wonders of birth control!" Power explained with a mad glint in her eyes as she continued to move her hips, clearly finding both the activity and Kobeni's lustful expression quite entertaining.

"Oh t-thank god..." Kobeni whimpered.

"Thank me instead."

With a wicked grin, Power reached between them to align Kobeni's cl*t to her entrance. She sank down slowly, savouring each second of gentle stretch as Kobeni filled her up. Both women moaned continuously until bottoming out, Kobeni thought her mind might come apart under the force of the new sensations flooding her body. This was happening. This was really, actually happening!

"Powie, y-you're s-so warm! f*ck, it feels amazing, so amazing..." Kobeni gasped out, hands flying to Power's thighs in search of something to ground her to reality. She felt Power pick them up and entwine their fingers.

"I can feel your heartbeat, Kobunny! Can feel it inside me, I love your f*cking cl*t so much... Love you more, though..." Power rambled as she began bucking her hips back and forth, grinding herself down on Kobeni.

"I love you too! I love you, I love you, I love youuuuu..." was all Kobeni was able to say as Power slowly reduced her mind to pleasure-filled goo, her eyes focused entirely on the place where the two connected. The sounds of their lovemaking, wet and debauched, were positively intoxicating.

Power started circling her hips, letting out a deep moan as she allowed herself to be lost to pleasure. Her mouth hung slack, her tongue lolling out and her modest breasts bouncing with every movement. With effort, Kobeni hauled herself up into a sitting position so she could wrap her arms around the love of her life and suck worshipfully at her nipples. With a mad, lustful giggle, Power began to bounce on her cl*t in earnest so Kobeni could feel how the texture of her inner walls squeezed and massaged her.

"W-Won't last long..." Kobeni whimpered, prompting her girlfriend to guide her hand between them. Understanding the assignment immediately, she began to rub Power's cl*t in tight and rapid circles.

"Just a little longer baby, you can do it. You wanna finish inside me?" Power said, need infecting her voice and making every word drip with arousal. Kobeni could only nod frantically, too drunk on pleasure to remember whatever bullsh*t stigma was associated with a trans woman wanting to cum inside her girlfriend. All she could think of right now was getting to climax in synch with the most beautiful woman on earth. "Good... I want you to, too."

It took only another couple of minutes before Power cried out her girlfriend's name to the heavens, blonde hair sticking to her forehead as she threw her head back and rhythmically clenched around Kobeni's cl*t. The smaller girl could no longer hold out. Her release was thin and watery yet less modest than usual as Power drained every drop out of her. Kobeni's entire body shook, her toes curled and lightning ran down her spine. Her vision went white for a moment and when she recovered, she found herself back down on the couch with Power draped over her.

"That was... amazing." Kobeni began to say once they'd caught their breaths a little, still occasionally rattling a little with aftershocks. To Kobeni's surprise and confusion, she was somehow still hard inside Power. That never happened. Even when she did manage to go for more than one org*sm when masturbating by herself, she never stayed hard after the first. "I-I think you just... evolved me?"

"Well that's confusing wording!" said the woman who routinely made up new words and mangled existing ones. She shifted around a bit so they could kiss, tasting eachother's sweat on their lips. "Mhh... Let us hydrate and go again, sweet Kobeni. I had too much fun the first time."

"O-Okay. T-That sounds..." the shorter of the pair replied, trying to wrack her brain for a word that accurately portrayed her feelings on the subject. "...magnificent?"

Power kissed Kobeni again, then slowly and carefully pulled herself up and off her. She made to leave and go get them that water, but Kobeni quickly seized her in as tight a hug as she could manage.

"I love you, you lunatic."

"I love you too, sweetums!"

"Get us a towel while you're at it?"

"Yes, ma'am!"