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Pain shot through her upper right arm as Coiny eased her onto the couch, pressing a microwaved towel against her shoulder, warm and wet.
“You have to be more careful,” she heard him gently scold. Pin scoffed.
“I’m fine, it was the fault of that stupid, ugly, dumdum—”
“Yeah, yeah, stupid-ugly-dumdum-brainless-menace, you’ve called her that a few times now.” He interrupted, rubbing her upper arm with calloused fingertips, fingers that touched her with such reverence compared to his annoyed, almost overwhelmed tone.
Pin grumbled, feeling quite annoyed at how easily she had been read. He always had been good at predicting her.
“Mmg,” she sank back into the couch cushion lethargically, tension releasing itself from her new limbs.
It wasn’t the most comfortable— an exposed spring was pressing faintly against her almost numb leg, the covers were scratchy, and the apartment's couch was quite ugly.
But, she supposed it was a nice break from the chaos of the day.
Coiny pressed the warmth more firmly against her strained arm, soothing her with a gentle caress on her side when she sucked in a breath sharply. “Hurts,” Coiny heard her whisper.
“Sorry, bud. GB said we have to put a warm compress on your shoulder to keep it from getting worse.”
Pin scoffed loudly, arrogantly. “My shoulder is fine, Coiny.” she leaned forward, attempting to rise—
—only for searing hot pain to rush through her veins, as if every muscle on her shoulder was squeezed and pulled taught, causing her to sit back and cry out in pain.
Eyes widening, Coiny jumped back instinctively, before surging forwards to help his friend. “Oh my mint, Pin, you have—”
“Have to be more careful!” She sneered at him without meaning to, watching him wince. She shut her eyes, teeth clenched tight as she fought tears, her throat dry. I can't cry in front of him!
She felt warmth against her shoulder again, and sighed, the worst of the pain leaving her body in an exhale. “Better?” she heard him say, and despite herself, she found herself nodding weakly.
“Where does it hurt the most?” Coiny stroked her collarbone with his knuckle, sending tingles from where he touched outwards, from the point of contact all the way to the tips of her tingling fingers.
Stiffly, Pin raised her better arm to point at an area just below where the warm towel was pressed against her. Coiny dragged it down her arm to where she pointed, and she groaned quietly.
Coiny’s hand raised to her cheek experimentally, and he smiled when she tipped into him without meaning to. “You really busted your up arm, huh?” he murmured, his grin wide and his touch kind as ever.
“Didn’t expect you to pull a muscle, but I guess it makes sense,” he pointed out.
Pin raised an eyebrow. “What, are you saying I’m weak? What do you mean, it makes sense?”
Coiny smiled at her goofiness. “I mean,” he pressed the compress more firmly into the tender skin of her arm. “Your muscles are probably still pretty weak, considering you just got your limbs back. And you were hauling a 500 pound hammer to the Cake At Stake arena.” Pin, expectedly, rolled her eyes.
“So what?” Pin had picked up the Eiffel Tower and shook it with ease, she had drilled her fellow contestant to a gory mess and hadn’t stopped for a single cry of mercy. Cork, she had even led her team for the entire season and guided a member of it to an (almost) victory. Now, she couldn’t even do much as carry a flimsy hammer for a few short miles.
Weak. It was what she had become.
Coiny, unaware of her internal conflict, giggled. “Well, you do know that pulling a muscle is caused by putting too much strain on it.” It was just a simple, lighthearted correction, Pin told herself. But she could have sworn, his voice carried that underlying condescension as always, even under his honey sweetened words.
“No need to be so arrogant, Coiny,” she grumbled, crossing her arms. “You aren’t exactly a Hercules, ya know.”
Coiny stroked her side in an attempt to calm her. It calmed her tense muscles, but not her heart nor soul. His touch was a bandaid solution on the gaping hole in her heart, a river of miscommunication that stretched a thousand miles between their happiness, a river of their own making. A hole that they had dug with their very hands.
Not to say she didn't appreciate his affection; she loved it. She just wished he was more... emotional? She couldn't find the words.
“Never said I was,” he rubbed her hip less firmly, pressed the compress more into her mahogany skin.
Looking down at her new limbs, which held her old skin color whilst the rest of her body was stripped of most melanin, Pin felt a surge of frustration that she tried to calm. Cork help her if Coiny knew how she was feeling… he would give her empty reassurance to no end. It was sweet, of course— she loved how he cared for her. But that didn’t make his kind words true to her.
Giving in to his slow, languid caress, she relaxed into the couch cushion, her body at ease despite her racing thoughts.
She looked up with half lidded eyes, seeing a smile playing at his lips. “You don’t have to have your hands on me so much, Coiny.”
He hummed, being a bit less insistent with his touch. “Do you mind all that much?”
Pin hadn’t really given it much thought before, besides idle enjoyment. His coddling annoyed her sometimes, sure, but…
…he was very good at this making her relaxed thing. Coiny’s touch was, without fail, able to melt every nerve in her body, if not every thought.
She finally found the words to respond. “No, I like when you touch me. It’s nice.” Her words apparently sparked something in Coiny, because within seconds, he was sitting on the couch close to her, one hand pressing the warm cloth against her shoulder whilst the other wrapped firmly around her waist. “Coiny!” She reprimanded, not out of anger but shock.
Coiny looked up at her, the arm around her waist loosening slightly. “Still don’t mind?” He raised an eyebrow confidently, much too smug for his current thoughts. Pin had peeked into his mind, making herself known with her warm red tone, and cork, was he nervous.
“Really, you don’t need to baby me. Just because I don’t mind you touching me doesn’t mean you should— coddle me!”
Coiny cocked his eyebrow higher, scoffing, before noting that he shouldn’t have been so flippant. “Please, Pin, it’s not coddling, it’s just a hug! You wanna exercise your new limbs, dontcha?” He wriggled against Pin, hands dropping from her waist to her wrists, gingerly wrapping her arms around himself. He made sure to be careful of her shoulder, a gesture that Pin grumbled at but did secretly appreciate.
“Like that,” he murmured, voice a bit more quiet than before, a bit softer. He could hear her thoughts, previously louder than his own and clearly annoyed, slowly but surely beginning to calm down.
A smile tugged at his lips when Pin began to tip into him. Coiny welcomed her with open arms, raising the cloth he had set down previously and pressing it back against her shoulder, just in case she strained it in the midst of their embrace. “There we go,” he chuckled, his free hand pressed against her back, bunching in her hospital gown.
Pin would have been annoyed if he wasn’t killing her with kindness. She hadn’t ever really gotten affection like this, or given it, but Tennis Ball had claimed that hugs will strengthen her new limbs. She wanted to be strong and independent, didn’t she?
Pin wrapped her newfound arms around Coiny with as much strength as she could muster, which wasn’t much, but it still made her shoulder throb with agony. She whined, but powered through it.
“Are you okay?” Coiny pressed the cloth against her shoulder again. Pin nodded her head, not wanting to seem weak before him.
But, of course, Coiny knew. He always knew. Knew much more than a normal friend should.
His free hand fell to stroke Pin’s hip, and when Coiny felt her shudder against him, his thoughts began racing. She’s perfect, he thought shamelessly, knowing she could hear every word.
She was perfect. They were perfect. Coiny wanted her to know, he wanted to shout it from the top of a mountain’s peak.
I know we’re meant for eachother, but do you?
Pin was now shaky in her movements, more tentative, more nervous than before. Her cheeks were shining a brilliant red that Coiny wanted to stare at forever.
I do, he heard her reply, her now shy voice booming in his ears. Coiny’s hand against her hip stilled, his gaze more intense. “I hoped so,” he whispered, staring her down as if it were another one of their playful, silly challenges. His gaze, like in their games, was just as playful as always, but his eyes never had the glossy, unfocused look that they had now.
Staring into his eyes, the dark brown expanse of them, the intensity of his gaze, gave Pin a sense of morbid curiosity, a dream, a mere fantasy. She wondered what would happen if she just pushed at him, if she let the playfulness go a bit further. But, it was just a fleeting reverie, and Coiny was already moving away.
You love me, she heard Coiny’s voice echo in her mind. It wasn’t a question; he wasn’t asking. He knew, he always had, and he always would, so long as nothing happened between them.
Pin replied just as simply as she had previously. I do, the same two words, the only two words she could bear to say because anything more may break the dam that was holding her adoration for him back.
She watched as Coiny's grin widened, his inner voice undeniably smug as he teased her. What, that’s all you have to say? I do?
Her reply now was even more simple. Yes.
Coiny sighed, finally speaking out loud. “You’re difficult,” he held her a bit tighter, his breath warm on the column of her throat. He leaned in and pressed a kiss so chaste to her skin that she thought she was imagining things.
Pin let out a short breath, pressure building in her shoulders. Coiny raised his hand, bringing it to her back and rubbing between her shoulder blades, as if he could sense her tension, watching the newfound tautness melt away before him. When she gasped, a sound hadn’t meant to come out, he smiled at her. “That good?” His tone was smug as ever.
Pin’s cheeks simmered with heat. “You’re enjoying this too much,” but she relaxed in his arms nonetheless. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” she breathed, leaning back.
Coiny cocked a brow. “Is what a good idea?”
“This,” Pin gestured between them, flushed down to her neck. Coiny waited for a response that didn’t come, her single word hanging heavy in the thick air between them.
A little peek couldn’t hurt, right? Coiny pondered. For her own good…
Coiny’s brows shot up so high that Pin was surprised they didn’t fly off his face. “Woah!” he exclaimed, his face already a deep red, akin to her previous hair color.
Pin looked away, abashed. “Yeah…” She internally slapped herself. This was more than Coiny had signed up for…
“I thought— Pin, we were just— I was—” Coiny gave up on talking completely, staring at her hopeful face as his blush got more intense by the minute. He hadn’t expected that; of course, he knew she’d be feeling good, but this was on a whole new level.
Her eyes parted from his. No one wants to see you like this, Pin thought shamefully. All needy. She nearly flinched, as if her dear friend Needle would miraculously hear her thoughts. Not the first time someone could hear them.
“I mean,” Coiny started hesitantly, his hands drifting to rest lower on her back, pulling her close to him. “we.. can, if you want, obviously. Not to— er, force you, or something.”
Pin’s breath caught. The world could have stopped spinning and she wouldn’t have noticed. All she could focus on was the sound of her blood rushing in her ears, at Coiny— Coiny, staring at her as if she was his past, present, and forever future. Which, in a way, she was; how could she ever part from him? The two had been glued together since they met— physically, mentally, emotionally.
Pin’s voice was barely more than a breath. “...We.. you…. you want to?”
Coiny looked away from her, a pretty red coloring his cheeks. “Of course! I mean, look at you!” He gestured at Pin. Pin, in her hospital gown. Pin, with her almost deathly pale skin everywhere but her arms and legs. Pin, Pin, Pin. “You’re beautiful, Pin. I’d love to, uh.. if you want to.”
Of course, she was quite shocked. No one had ever thought she was okay-looking, let alone beautiful.
Pin huffed. How can I say no to that face?
“Okay, yes, fine—” she started, before Coiny let out a whoop.
She watched, baffled as Coiny ceremoniously pumped his fist in the air. “Yes!” He continued cheering until his joyful eyes met Pin’s confused ones. She sighed.
“Are you done yet?” Coiny nodded quickly, his hand dropping to rub along the curve of her hip as he composed himself.
“So…we’re really doing this?” Pin confirmed, whilst Coiny buried his head back in her neck, kissing and sucking softly at her skin. Cork, he's eager...
She felt his breath, warm and shaky against her throat. “Ah- yep, sorry. I’ve never really.. had sex before, so, y’know. I’m not a pro, or anything.”
Pin's breath caught in her throat. Her, being Coiny's first time? It made her dizzy with heat. She could just imagine him taking her, positions that they could try, everything that supposedly made sex so amazing... they could experience it hand in hand.
"You are..?" her voice was breathless, carrying a tone of arousal that Coiny knew far too well.
"Obviously." His hands rubbed up and down her sides in a soothing rhythm. "I mean, did you expect me to not be? You seem surprised, hah."
Pin pondered for a moment. She wasn't surprised; not at all. She couldn't think of anyone Coiny would have had sex with before. Maybe Needle, at best, but she was way out of his league. "I'm not that surprised, I guess. It's just nice to hear." Her voice was low and breathy, fanning across his face. “I don't know what I'm doing either,” she murmured, tilting her head back a bit. “Just keep doing that…”
Coiny, energized by her praise, licked his lips and pressed them to her neck again. Again and again, he would give her throat a deep kiss, sucking every so often. They fell into a slow rhythm, Pin’s hands rising to tangle in his curly brown hair. Coiny had long since discarded his jacket, and Pin had discarded the ties around her arms and legs. Both items were thrown haphazardly somewhere on the flooring.
A soft, quiet moan slipped from Pin’s lips, and she crimsoned when she felt Coiny’s signature smirk widen against her neck.
Pretty, he thought, and licked a stripe up the spot that had caused Pin to make such a nice sound. “Aack! Coiny!” she scolded, but there was no real bite in the way she hissed his name.
“What, Pin?” His hands found their place wrapped around her shoulders. He scooted up more in her lap, trying to focus on her heavy breathing and not on how much he wanted to devour her already. “Does it feel good?”
“Obviously, dummy,” Pin huffed. Her hands tightened in his hair.
Coiny’s smirk softened into a wider, more genuine smile. How many times had he dreamt of this very moment with her, thinking his dreams would forever remain dreams? He had thought he was just a pervert; a pervert who had an obsessive, one sided crush on his closest friend. But, knowing that Pin wanted this, wanted him… it sent a pleasant shiver of heat up his spine.
He tried to hold back, he really did. But she sounded beautiful…
With a bit too much confidence, Coiny scooted up on her lap, sucking a few kisses at the junction where her shoulder met her neck, and bit down—
“Auggh!” Pin had whined with a mixture of pleasure and pain, but the first greatly overpowered the latter. Her hands tightened in his hair, and she pressed his face further into her neck.
“Is that good, too?” Coiny murmured in her ear, stroking her hair with one hand. Pin nodded slowly; she didn’t trust her voice right now.
Slyly, Coiny slid his knee up between her thighs, an almost imperceptible pressure.
But ever-observant Pin noticed. Of course she did.
“Hh… Coiny."
“Yeah?” his voice came out less confident that he intended.
“I know what you’re doing…” Coiny stared at her, eyes darkening with shame.
Pin briefly forgot what she was playfully scolding him about when he pulled her down to kiss her throat more. “Mmh… what’s the knee for?” She let one hand drop to his lower back. She knew what the knee was for, she just wanted him to admit it.
“Well, you are going to enjoy yourself, aren’t you?” Coiny whispered, sucking a bit harder on her neck. Out of instinct, Pin’s hips lifted briefly off the couch, before dropping back onto his knee. Stars danced in her vision as Coiny continued sucking, leaving behind a dark, blooming hickey, clear as day against her pale throat.
She sighed. If I still had my melanin, his hickey wouldn’t have been that obvious! But she couldn’t complain much. Obvious or not, Coiny had given her a hickey, and she was more excited than annoyed. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel it for sure; a pulsing, almost-but-not-quite painful throb in her neck.
Coiny raised his hand, brushing his fingertip against the hickey, watching as Pin squirmed beneath him. He began sucking again, a bit higher on her neck. “Urghhh…” Pin groaned in his ear, and Coiny resisted the urge to thrust against the couch.
He was still suckling when Pin’s moans became weaker, more breathless. Curiously, Coiny pulled his head back, and gasped.
“Oh my mint…”
Pin hummed. “What..?”
His hand ghosted over the bruises on her neck. There had to be at least 9, maybe 10.
“I didn’t mean to leave that many!” Before Pin could even question him, he was giving her a kind kiss on the lips, muttering “sorry” halfheartedly, shifting his knee beneath her.
The heavy, pulsing thrum in her abdomen became more apparent when he moved his knee perfectly between her thighs. Her breath quickly became more labored. The friction of his leg between hers was absolute perfection, and she found herself focusing less on the kiss and more on moving her hips back and forth in a slow undulation. Screw it, she thought. I can’t wait any longer.
However, the real test of patience came when Coiny pulled back, staring at her with a look so hazy that it sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through her body.
"C..Coiny.." her entire lower half was thrumming with lust. "Don't look at me like that...."
"Like what?" His voice was just as breathy as hers, and twice as needy; proof that this affected him just as much as it did her. Pin couldn't handle looking at him for a second longer, so she settled for tilting her head back and riding his knee. She cracked her eye open to catch a glimpse of his reaction; a satisfied smile. More pressure bled into her core, and she felt her legs and hips go weak.
Coiny noticed. Of course he did. The observance he lacked emotionally was always made up physically, and he could tell when she needed a helping hand. Small hands settled on her hips, moving her back and fourth, up and down on his knee. "Auhh.. C... ffh.." Pin keened, her muscles yielding. She trusted him enough to know he wouldn't hurt her. She knew Coiny would guide her, take care of her.
Coiny raised his hand gingerly, brushing the back of his hand lightly across the hickies on her neck. "So good..." he murmured. Pin felt dizzy with pleasure, her head spinning.
"Coiny," she whispered weakly, feeling him, warm and insistent against her thigh. "You're...."
His teeth were grit tight. "I know," his face was a red akin to her old hair.
"I can feel it.." She whispered, rocking her hips slightly.
Coiny snorted. "Imagine how I feel," he shifted beneath her, biting his lip.
Pin, in a sudden act of dominance, pushed him to lay at an angle against the couch. She lifted herself up off of him briefly, before lowering back down, right on his lap. She sighed in satisfaction, feeling the tent in his pants press up against that sweet spot between her thighs. Pin began to rut her hips. Back, fourth, back, fourth.
It felt great. She had touched herself to him many times before (who hadn't, when they had a friend like Coiny?), but this felt infinitely better. Coiny, beneath her. Coiny, moaning such beautiful sounds. Coiny, making her feel a fire burn so hot in her core that she wouldn't be surprised if smoke poured out of her ears right then and there.
"Yeah, like.. mhh, like that.." Coiny's hands stayed on her hips, pulling her down as he grinded back against her. "You look so good, Pin," his hands began to wander up her gown, sliding up her back, feeling the way her muscles rippled with every movement.
Pin looked down, her eyes meeting his. When she was met with a lust crazed look, a look of worship, she knew it would be hard to hold back.
Pin lifted herself, getting on her elbows and knees and straddling Coiny's hips tighter, beginning to rut into him with newfound energy. She had imagined them in this position (and many more) more times than she could count; usually, she was the receiver in her fantasies, but this was good, too. So good that she could feel her lower half begin to tingle, even without much direct touch.
"Ugh.... mm..." Coiny tilted his head back, eyeing Pin as she thrusted into him like their roles were swapped. "That's... oh, you... Pin.." he was a blubbering mess. He barely had any idea what he was saying anymore. All he knew was that he needed the woman above him, and she probably needed him just as much.
How many times had he wished for this to happen, he thought. Coiny had always been convinced that she would never like him back, but now, his trust in that idea of his was beginning to waver.
Coiny's back arched as she hit a good spot with a particularly strong thrust. "Pin!" He yelped, stars dancing in his vision. "I.. mhuhh.." his voice lulled into a soft whine as she went faster. His hips began to raise to meet her rhythmically, craving that delicious friction she provided. He was a canvas, and she was the artist, guiding his every feeling, choosing exactly how he would experience this.
It scared Coiny, honestly. Not the fact that he wanted to worship her, no. It didn't scare him how much she was overpowering him. What scared him was that he enjoyed it.
That feeling of fear was more exhilarating than anything else that had happened so far. The rush of adrenaline he felt every time she bucked her hips was like a rollercoaster of emotions for him.
"Hah, hah," Pin huffed warm air onto his face, sweat beading at her brow. For an injured girl, she sure had a high libido. "How's that?" She cocked a brow, waiting for his praise.
Coiny weighed his options of possible responses. On one hand, he could praise her. She would be satisfied. She would like to give him a break, just to be nice.
On the other hand.... he could condescend her. He wouldn't degrade her, of course, not at all. He wouldn't demotivate her, at least not purposefully. But if he was simply babying her, well, she would feel the need to… prove herself, wouldn’t she?
"It's alright, I guess. A little weak, y'know, but you're doing good." He tilted his head back, panting. "It's okay, Pin, I understand. You must be so tired after lugging around that hammer all day, poor baby.." His grin widened at the challenging glint that suddenly appeared in her eye.
"What did you just call me?" She growled, but her smile shining through showed that she truly was just playing along.
"Poor—" he was suddenly cut off as Pin went harder. "Aagh!" he keened, staring up at her. "Pin, y-you- urghhg..." He whimpered, letting her take the reins.
Her dominance, despite amazing, was short winded. The mix of weakened limbs and her injuries had created a cocktail of exhaustion, and the consequence of straight adrenaline it would hit her sooner or later. Pin didn't get off, but she did slow down, her movements turning gentler.
She huffed rhythmically, her thrusts slowing to a stop. "Gghh.." she leaned down to rest her head on his forehead. "That's good enough?" She teased, shuffling her hips, rubbing his dick against her. Coiny moaned happily.
"You did great," he finally praised, pressing a kiss to her jaw. "How are you feeling?"
"Horny," she stated bluntly, before her expression and tone softened into something more genuine. "Nervous, too. But I'm definitely turned on."
Stroking her side, Coiny hummed. "Do you want to keep going?"
Pin scoffed. "Yes," she said, flippantly. "Of course. I mean, that was amazing, why wouldn't I-"
"Okay, okay, chill, Pin, I get it."
An awkward silence wafted in the heavy air between them, suffocating and thick as bedrock.
"Do you need... prep?" Coiny asked, leaning in to pepper her neck with a few kisses.
Pin hummed, leaning in. "I think so. I've never done this before. Like I said, I'm a virgin.."
"Same here."
Pin sighed. "Uh, you mentioned prep, right?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah." Coiny nodded, pulling her into another kiss. "You want it, right?"
Pin's mind drifted off. She knew what "prep" he was referring to. She could barely focus on him when the thought of Coiny, thrusting his fingers, or maybe even his tongue, deep inside her, ebbing away at her sanity. She imagined herself bent over, taking him, and she couldn't help but get lost in the thought. It clouded her mind like a hit of smoking paprika, spicy and overpowering.
He would be sweet, careful, but strong, she thought. Coiny would take good care of me, that's for sure. She could almost feel him inside her already, both pleasing and torturing her. Pin could feel him driving into her from behind, stretching her. She had always fantasized about how it'd look, how it'd taste, how it'd feel inside her—
"Earth to Pin?"
A gentle, raspy voice brought her back down to this realm. "Hm?"
"You zoned out. I was trying to help you lift yourself so we can get your underwear off, if you're still up for this."
Pin blushed. She had forgotten that her fantasies would soon be reality. She scrambled up, taking off her undergarments in record time and discarding of them on the floor next to Coiny's hoodie. She only remained in her hospital gown, crafted by GB herself, and grippy socks.
Coiny stood up, helping Pin lay back against the arm of the couch. "Spread your legs, please?"
"Such a gentleman," she remarked, hesitating for a moment before pulling her legs open.
Coiny's jaw dropped to the floor, his eyebrows shooting up like rockets. He wasn't sure what he had expected, but he didn't expect that. She looked so good.
"I.. uh- wuh- wow.." he stammered, getting down to eye level with her vagina. "Is it meant to look like that?"
Pin gasped. Was he seriously insulting her when she was this vulnerable "What did you just say to me? Is it meant to look like what?"
"All- wet. Like, mint, I know it's supposed to be slick and stuff, but man, are you sure you didn't piss yourself, or something?"
Pin froze, before laughing suddenly. Of course he wasn't insulting her. It was stupid to believe he would. "No, Coiny." Her voice sounded like she was struggling to get air in her lungs, and she tilted her head back. "You did that."
"Wow..." he reached his hand out to rest on her bare thigh. Pin shivered pleasantly. "Can I touch it?"
Sighing, Pin nodded. Coiny took his pointer finger and began to skim it along her folds, admiring the way they yielded beneath his finger. He clearly enjoyed the way his fingertip was quickly coated in a clear slick. He slid his middle and pointer fingers in between two separate pairs of labia, rubbing back and fourth.
"Auhhh..." Pin whined, low and lovely. Coiny smiled and began doing it again, until Pin's short whines transformed into long, quiet moans. Her hips shifted, and it was clear she wanted something more satisfying.
"Mmh, Coiny, touch my.. clit.."
"Where is that?"
Pin groaned in frustration, grabbing his hand and placing it right over the opening on her vagina.
Now, Coiny may have been stupid, but he wasn't completely oblivious. He began to apply gentle pressure to the small nub in rhythmic motions, gauging her reaction.
Pin's hips weakly rose and fell, and she moaned softly. Sharply, whenever he applied the right pressure. "Mhh, Coiny, you.. I..." she sighed, her spine throbbing with need.
"Can I put my finger in?" He circled her entrance with a single finger, watching as Pin's thighs trembled.
"Please!"
If that wasn't consent enough, he didn't know what was. Gingerly, he pushed his finger in, making sure to go slow. He eased it in, making a quiet, throaty sound as he felt her walls squeeze his fingers insistently.
"Geez, you're tight," he muttered, curling the tip of his finger. "Can you relax at all?"
Pin let out a long, soul sunken sigh. "I'm trying," she claimed, forcing herself to let go of the tension she was holding on to. She focused on relaxing her neck, then her shoulders and arms, then her hips, and finally, her legs.
And, wow, did she feel better. It took a minute or two, but it was all worth it for the feeling that bloomed in her core at the gentle pressure inside her. It wasn't amazing, nor mind boggling, but it wasn't super uncomfortable, which was a good sign.
"Coiny. Move."
As always, Pin's wish was his command, and Coiny began to thrust his finger straight in and out, stroking her from inside. But, she didn't have quite the reaction he had expected.
He had expected the loud, brain melting moans and whines that she had given him during their foreplay. But all that left her throat now were measly, quiet sounds of pleasure. It was nice to know that she was enjoying herself, but he had expected something a little more... monumental? No, that was a stretch. He had expected something more intense.
However, simply the feeling of her, warm and insistent around his middle finger, was enough to send a fire coursing through his veins.
"Does that feel good?" He murmured, pressing up slightly. Pin whimpered.
"Uhh, kinda," her voice was slow and calculated. "Try, um.. mhh... curling your finger..."
Coiny hummed, gently curling his finger, carving into her.
"Oh!"
Oh. That was a good sound. Coiny curled again, a bit more insistent, and Pin's legs began to tremble again. "Ugh, Coiny…” she moaned, tilting her head back.
She's having a good time, Coiny thought. That's great. He planted his thumb on her clit, rubbing gently whilst curling his finger at the same time.
A choked, strangled sound fought from Pin's throat, her eyes squeezing shut as a searing heat burned through her core. Her voice rose in a lovely sounding keen. "Auhh..!" She clenched around his finger, before a gentle hand on her side forced her to relax again.
"Shh, shh.. it's okay," Coiny murmured, crooking his fingers again, brushing over a rougher patch inside.
"Coiny!" She whined. "Stop that!" her tone was sharp and commanding. Pin didn't want him to stop, not really. She just wanted the teasing to be over with. She wanted the main course.
Coiny smiled, realizing the power he had over her. "Oh, stop what?" he grinned, rubbing at her clit with his thumn.
"Stop teasing me! Please!"
He didn't listen. Why would he? She was enjoying herself, and one peak into her thoughts told him the exact opposite, revealed the hypocrite she was. 'Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop'.
Coiny poked at her hole with a second finger, his ring finger. "You want it?" Pin nodded desperately, shifting. Coiny eased his second finger in, making sure he was extra gentle.
The stretch was overwhelming. Pin legs shook more violently, a quiet sob of pleasure escaping her. She rose her hand to cover her mouth, but Coiny gently took hold of her wrist, bringing her hand back down to her side. I want to hear you, Pin.
Coiny curled his fingertips into her sore front wall. "How is it?" his voice was quiet and scratchy, that perfect tone that made Pin want him even more.
"G.. good," she choked out, tears gathering in her eyes. Her legs began to close, not out of fear or pain, but out of overstimulation, but not before Coiny pushed them back open again. A low whine escaped from Pin's throat as she continued to take it.
Eventually, Coiny was satisfied with his work. He pulled his fingers out, sticking them in his mouth and swirling his tongue around them. He looked close at her vagina; not as uptight and clenched, and primed and wet enough to send a jolt through Coiny. His abdomen throbbed with need for her.
Pin, gathering all of her strength (seriously, how did she get so weak from just his fingers?), leaned forward to palm and squeeze Coiny's crotch. She wanted him to feel good, too. He let out a delicious moan, his hips lifting in a micro thrust.
"Sensitive," She teased, groping a little harder. Coiny whined, gripping her arm. He lifted his hips again, an invitation.
Pin's hand slid up to the waistband of his jeans, her fingertips slipping under briefly. "Mind if I take these off?" She whispered.
"Mint, yes, Pin..." he moaned out, helping her pull down his jeans, taking them off. She disposed of them next to her underwear, her gaze laser focused on the bulge before her.
Pin reached down to begin rubbing a finger on the wet spot of his boxers. Coiny was, of course, vocal in seconds.
"You're loud," she pointed out after a particularly loud whine.
"Ss-sorry," Coiny stammered, staring at her, eyes lidded with desire. Pin began to take his boxers off, making eye contact with him the entire time. He knew he belonged to her.
When she finally got his boxers off, she couldn't believe the sight in frost of her. Now, she always thought guys looked kind of gross from photos she had unfortunately seen, but he had exceeded her low bar, which was a great start.
Pin licked her lips, staring at his terrifyingly wet tip. "Wow..." she murmured, mesmerized by his anatomy.
"Does... it look good?" Coiny was breathless, bouncing his leg. He admired Pin's hungry expression before him.
"Good? Coiny, it's perfect. Wow, I really thought it would be gross, but this is crazy."
Coiny took a double take. "Thanks, I guess?" His train of thought was interrupted as Pin leaned down and pressed a kiss to his tip.
His muscles tensed as her fingers wrapped around his base, only relaxing slightly as she began to stroke him, her lips staying glued to the head.
He gasped when she opened her mouth and began to lick, her tongue piercing rubbing deliciously through his slit. "Ughh.. Pin.."
Pin pulled back. "Hmm?" Coiny's jaw clenched tight.
"Please... I need you..!" His hips bucked up, his tip being enveloped in blissful, tight warmth for a moment, before the pleasure was briskly taken away from him.
Pin shushed him, just to tease, then started lowering her mouth down, sucking at him. Coiny’s low whines filled the room. Pin glided her tongue along the underside of his shaft, hollowing her cheeks.
"Are you ready? Please- tell me you're ready...!" He begged, his fingers digging into the couch as he fought to keep his back straight.
Pin lifted her head with a soft pop, squeezing his dick. "I think I’m ready. I'm just nervous.. I already told you I'm a virgin."
Coiny guffawed. "I am, too! We've said that, like, 2763 times. I'm excited though. And nervous, like you."
Pin coughed awkwardly, trying to cover up her next words. "Um, what.. position do we do this in..?"
Coiny choked on his own spit for a moment, before he gained his bearings. "Is there anything you want to do?" His hips briefly rose at the mere thought of them actually having sex.
Pin shrugged, his cheeks simmering. "I'm down to do anything."
"Hmm.. Let's have you lay on your back again, okay? I wanna see you while we do this." Coiny kissed at her jaw.
Pin blushed bright as ever. Cork, was he being a romantic. "Oh, okay."
Coiny rested his hand over hers, squeezing to keep her grounded.
"Can I put it in?" he whispered, as if speaking any louder would shatter the moment.
Pin shifted her hips to rub her clit on his tip. "Yes," she sighed with pleasure, her entire body thrumming with excitment.
With the gentlest energy he could muster, he began to push in. Just like he did with his fingers, he eased in with small, barely-there thrusts.
Pin sucked in a breath, squeezing her eyes shut. Even with the prep he had given her, her own tightness was a slap in the face. It wasn't completely uncomfortable yet, per se, but it felt strange.
Eventually, Coiny bottomed out, holding himself up with his arms. Miraculously, he stayed still for a few minutes, until he felt her core begin to relax. "Does it hurt?" he murmured.
Pin shook her head. "No, it... mnhh... it feels fine, just weird.."
"Can I move?"
"Mmhm.." Pin nodded, dizzy with excitement.
Coiny pulled out an inch or two, before sliding back into her. He knew it mustn't have felt amazing, considering her previous reactions, so he rubbed her clit with his free hand. But, the only thing on his mind was Pin, Pin, Pin.
Speaking of Pin, she began angling her hips, trying to find that sweet spot for him to hit. He worked with her, testing out different angles.
Coiny tilted his hips, and-
"Ah!" Pin gasped loudly. "That's it! There, oh..." Pin grinned, her head falling back. She let go of his hand to tighten her fingers in the couch.
"Ohoho, nice." Coiny giggled. Slowly but surely, they got into a rhythm. Coiny went at a pace perfect for her, being oh-so mindful. However, his mindfulness didn't stop him from exploring. He was slowly pulling out more and more each thrust, until each thrust was deeper than before.
"Coi-Coinyyy, wait," She groaned. It felt good, but something was beginning to feel off. Pain curled in her abdomen
Coiny grunted, beginning to slow down. His hips still moved briefly, but not enough to hurt as much. "Yeah?" He panted.
Pin huffed, her eyes cracking open. It felt good at first, yes, but it was starting to hurt.
She still didn't understand. Why would it hurt?
"I’m.. in some pain, Coiny," she explained, sounding confused herself. Coiny's expression softened. He cupped her cheek.
"Pin, we don't have to do this if you don't want to..." he murmured, his tone gentle and his touch even more. Pin tilted her cheek into his palm. How did she get so lucky?
"I don't wanna stop," her voice was a bit shaky from the mix of pleasure and pain. "But, I think I need a break. Do you mind getting water? My legs feel like jelly." She smiled awkwardly. Pin didn't like her smile much; she thought it was far too creepy and toothy. However, she knew Coiny adored it, and every time she wanted something from him, she would flash him a grin to get it. And every time, it worked.
Coiny melted in a heartbeat. She never failed to make him swoon. "Yeah, Pinster."
He rose to walk to the kitchen, as Pin rested languidly on the couch. She spread her legs, a move calculated to entice Coiny once he returned.
Pin could hear the sound of water trickling into a cup in the kitchen. She looked up as the stream stopped, as Coiny's footsteps approached. Her eyes landed on the glass in his small hands, pressing it to her lips.
"Drink up," he ordered, tipping the glass.
Delectable water went down Pin's dry throat, soothing her. She could already feel herself starting to relax more. It was nice.
Sighing softly, she stared up at him. "We can try again, I promise. I just need a bit..."
Coiny laughed happily. "Pin, just kissing was enough. Actually, scratch that- just knowing you like me back is more than enough! We go at your pace, yeah? Uh, your wish is my command, or something."
A smile broke across Pin's face, one that was quickly masked with sarcasm. "Hah, hah," she fake-laughed as his pun.
They sat in contented silence, tension wafting in the thick air between them. Within a few minutes, Pin found her voice again. “Thank you, Coiny.” She rested her hand over his knuckles, stroking them idly.
Coiny nodded before perking up. He poked at her shoulder. “By the way, how’s your shoulder doing now?”
…
Pin’s mind had completely wandered from the pain in her shoulder. It had fully slipped her mind by the time she started riding his knee.
“It’s feels fine,” she grumbled, subconsciously raising her other hand to her shoulder. Coiny smiled, warm and sweet. Pin crimsoned and had to look away. He was ignoring his own need, she knew, for her.
“That’s great!” He applauded, taking her hand and squeezing it tight to his chest. “Considering that..” he murmured, his eyes darkening. Pin liked where this was going already. “Are you up for more yet?”
Pin shuffled her thrumming thighs together, trying to stoke the fire. “Mmm, I think I am.” Her voice was tired but sultry. “Help me out?”
“Anything for you, Pin,” he grinned wide, his hands wandering.
“Ugh, don’t say that, Coiny.” Pin scoffed, but gasped when Coiny pushed her back down onto the sofa.
Coiny’s eyes briefly softened. “Are you okay like this? Anything hurt? Like, your back, or shoulder, or something.”
“Mm, no. Just, Coiny…” Pin couldn’t believe what was coming out of her mouth. Her, an independent, heroic leader. A leader who didn’t need anyone, needing him.
“Spread your legs again, please.” His adjure was less of a request and more of a demand, and Pin found herself obliging without even thinking. She pulled her legs apart, her cheeks simmering. She couldn’t resist a shyer smile as Coiny bunched her hospital gown up around her waist to get a closer look at her.
As he entered her for the second time, now at a different angle, it did feel less uncomfortable than before. Perhaps she was just dehydrated when they had first tried..? Whatever it was, it was fixed now, and Pin sure was grateful. She knew that she should hold back and that nothing this good would last long, considering last time, but so far, this was worth it to her.
“Ah.. g-gentle…” She tilted her head back, her legs tensing around his waist.
Coiny began to move his hips in tender, careful undulations, making sure the issue of pain didn’t return. He wanted her to be as relaxed as possible for this. “Ughgh… Mint, you’re so pretty Pin.. you look so good right now…”
He was already blabbering away, picking up the pace. “I’m so lucky… can’t believe you’re letting me do this, hah. You won’t regret it, I swear.." Pin’s mind drifted. “I’m, mmhh… gonna tilt you a bit, okay, Pinster? Just, hold up..”
Pin lifted her hands, tangling them in his hair, listening to the soothing tone of his voice without paying much attention to the actual words. She needed to hold on to something as Coiny began lifting her legs on to his shoulders, hooking her legs around his neck.
"What're you doing?" Her voice was beat and aroused, dripping with pleasure.
"Better angle," he explained uselessly, making sure her hips were properly lifted before beginning to thrust a bit faster.
He was right about it being a better angle.
At no point in her life had Pin ever felt this good. Stars burst behind her eyelids, and she moaned softly with each perfectly timed thrust.
Pin was overwhelmed with sheer bliss. She couldn’t even tell where his hands were anymore; all she knew was that she wanted them everywhere.
She yanked hard on his hair, her back arching with delight. “Coinyyy..”
Coiny couldn’t resist moving faster, driving her into the side of the couch. “Hhf.. ff…” He panted, feeling both numb and conquered by ecstasy. “Pin… Pin..! Please!”
His voice was a soft whine, and Pin’s wasn’t much better. Coiny couldn’t resist peaking into their shared headspace. As expected, all he could hear was a bunch of incoherent curses and soft, echoing pleas.
He knew she wanted him, but he wanted her more. He had always wanted her like this, and it clearly shined through in he was taking care of her.
The sight of Pin’s eyes, nearly rolled back into her head, sent a shiver through Coiny. He felt a delicious, familiar pressure building in his spine, one that he had felt dozens of times before, thinking of this exact moment to come.
He was shocked that he wasn't dreaming, or drunk, or dead (although, he may as well have been dead, because this felt like a slice of Heaven). Coiny’s mere fantasy, one that he had imagined for years, was finally his reality. And he wouldn’t let it slip through his fingers like sand.
Coiny’s hips began to move unfathomably fast. Pin couldn’t handle it, her voice rising in a sharp keen. “Coiny! Please!” She whined, gripping his hair. A small streak of drool dribbling from her smiling lips, her voice breathless. “Mmhh!” Her hips rose and fell to meet his.
Pin could feel her orgasm approaching with horrifying haste, her haughty mask being stripped down, leaving her vulnerable to him.
I deserve this. I deserve him. Words that had never crossed her mind before wafted in their shared headspace as Pin got closer and closer to blissful release.
Pin’s mind was racing, but it was working slower than ever. She was aware of how he was almost finished, too, his desperation unyielding.
Coiny spoke up, his voice breathless and yearning. “Ugfh, Pin..” He angled his hips, relishing in the sounds that spilled from her lips. “Y-You like that?” He hoped, prayed she did.
“Yes!” Pin groaned, teetering right on the edge.
Coiny was just as ready as she was. “I’m close..” His voice was barely recognizable to Pin. All she felt was all of her senses being overwhelmed by Coiny. How he felt, how he smelt, how he looked… it was taking over her mind and body.
Right as she felt her orgasm approaching, Pin yanked Coiny down with all the strength she had in her weakened, injured limbs in a final kiss.
Their teeth clacked together, sharp and painful, and Coiny couldn’t hold back anymore.
His release approached with an intensity that was like a slap to his face, destroying the world around them until all that remained was Pin and this squeaky couch. It didn’t help that Pin was grinding on him, probably cumming, just like he was. He could feel her walls, clenching erratically and painfully tight. Her legs, wrapped around his neck, squeezed together like a vice.
Speaking of Pin, she was currently having the time of her life. Coiny had wrecked every painstakingly placed barrier that she had used to protect herself. He was letting her show vulnerability, and he wasn’t hurting nor mocking her. Her own faith in him was something the past her would have scolded herself for; giving herself up to a stupid, unimportant, immature boy. But Pin didn’t care now. She didn’t care how the old, bratty Pin would have thought of her, because all that mattered to her was the present. All she cared about was the mind numbing pleasure cascading through every nerve in her shattered body.
Coiny toppled onto her, his shaking arms no longer able to support his heavy body. The felt her short nails digging crescents into his back as she grasped for something, anything solid that she could hold on to, to avoid herself drifting off forever, lost in the sea of their shared ecstasy. Pin, who lasted much longer than Coiny, rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm on him, contracting over and over, groaning in his ear.
As their mutual pleasure began to die down into a stuffy haze, Pin felt a wave of relaxation overcome her. Coiny pulled out, trying to be mindful of their worn nerves, but even the smallest movement was an attack to both their nervous systems. They whimpered in near synchrony, holding eachother close as Pin lowered her legs. It was only then that Pin realized what had happened.
“Coiny… you..” She looked between her legs, feeling the telltale sign of his release leaking out of her. She felt weak as she admired the white he had left between her legs.
Coiny’s dazed smile instantly faded, replaced by an apologetic shock. “Oh my mint, Pin! I’m so sorry, I didn’t... you, I..” He had to look away from her, embarrassed.
“Hey, it’s fine! Feels kinda nice…” Pin murmured, tilting her head back again. Seeing Coiny visibly relax at that was proof enough that all he cared about right now was her.
I’m not dreaming, she thought. This is real.
Pin tugged on Coiny’s hair, lifting it from her chest. Despite them being clothed, at least on top, it was obvious how sweaty they both were from their ordeal, and it made them both laugh.
“We look like a mess.” Pin’s voice was scratchy, probably from how vocal she was.
Coiny stroked some snow white hair out of Pin’s eyes. “Well, I think you look gorgeous.”
Pin scoffed, a smile tugging at her lips. “You’re just saying that to butter me up.”
“Mmm, maybe. But I do believe it, ya know.” He grinned smugly at her. “Plus, you know you love it. You seemed like you were enjoying yourself.”
“I was. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good before, Coiny.”
“Wow, really? I mean, you sounded like it.” He laughed. “Anyway, do you need anything? I’m happy to clean up.”
Pin’s heart picked up. Even now, he was being so thoughtful. He knew her body would be aching after such a long night.
“That would be nice… there’s some tissues on the coffee table.” She pointed a finger to the old coffee table, a box of tissues that looked ancient sitting atop it.
Coiny pulled a few tissues from the back, nudging Pin’s thighs apart. Nothing could be heard in the room, aside from their rhythmic breathing, the sound of Coiny wiping up the mess they had made, and Pin’s occasional sighs. It was incredibly domestic, in a way that made Pin’s heart ache with want.
“All done,” Coiny stated, standing up and walking to the garbage to throw the tissues out, but there was a noticeable limp in his walk that would definitely be teased at tomorrow. Pin probably had the same limp, too, she realized. The thought made her blush.
Pin opened her arms as Coiny ambled over, a hand on his lower back.
Coiny was cuddled up against her chest in seconds, kissing her neck. His fingers curled around hers as he worked his way up, up, up. He kissed her jaw quite excessively, before moving to her chin. It was then he moved to right below her lips, right where her snake bites were.
Finally, after years of pining, of seemingly unrequited love, their lips met in a kiss a thousand times better and a thousand times more tender than Pin could have ever imagined. A kiss to prove his devotion to her, hers to him, and their forever trek for eachother's hearts.
Her fingers stroked through his hair as she kissed back, her mind beginning to slow.
Pin saw the soft rise and fall of his chest with each deep breath, each almost imperceptible snore. She reflected back on the night. The pain in her shoulder that felt a little better. The so-called “incident” that had brought them closer than Pin had imagined could be true. The hole in her heart that had been perfectly filled.
Pin, at last, dozed off, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep, pressed against her love once more, hearts beating in synchrony.