Page 55 of Meet Cute

“Come, bunny.” His tone is all too sweet. “I-I’m gonna fill you up… Y-Yeah… You like that? You want me to… f-fuck…” Finn’s hips stutter just like his voice does, his full balls pressing up nice and snug against my taint to fill me up as promised.

I thought for sure that when he himself came his strokes would get lazy, but they only got more intense. Up and down my glistening shaft with an overwhelming desire that makes me let out one last whine of pleasure.

With both of his hands on my cock, he coaxes out my load while nuzzling his forehead into my back. White ropes shoot out over the unmade sheets of his bed, my entire body lurching forward into his waiting arms.

Both us stay like that for a moment, panting like dogs as reality slowly seeps back in. Finn yanks me flush against his body, kissing any part of me that he can. Even when he inevitably pulls out, I can still feel him inside of me. It’s a totally new sensation that I should hate, but I don’t. Not at all.

Collapsing face-first on the bed, I take a breath to try and cool myself down. Finn makes a noise from behind me. At first I don’t get it, but then his thumbs make contact with my ass and it quickly becomes clear that he’s loving what he’s seeing. He dribbles out of me and I shudder, instinctively wiggling my hips.

It’s all so undoing of me, laying here and letting him touch me this way. Really, I never thought anyone would ever get to see me in such a vulnerable state. Not only had it been instilled in me at a young age that it was totally vile and wrong, but not once could I picture someone wanting to see me like this.

Maybe that’s why my entire mind goes blank when I feel the warmth of his tongue glide up from my balls all the way to my fucked out hole. It hurts when he hoists my legs up for better support, but the pain is quickly erased by the new feeling of his tongue prodding around my twitching entrance.

For someone so inexperienced he really has no qualms with burying his face between my cheeks. I thought you only saw this kind of stuff in porn. But Finn—my supposed boyfriend—seems adamant on getting his mouth all over me. Thick globs of saliva and cum run down my tanned skin. Every single one of Finn’s slurps and moans so lewd and full of desire.

His hand snakes down to my half-hard cock, and it’s then his goal becomes crystal clear. He’s trying to fucking kill me, and I think I’m going to let him.

***

Sheets have been washed. Showers have been had, and now the clear night sky outside is a starry sea of tranquility. Finishing up the last sips of hot chocolate Finn brought me, I set the mug aside and get myself comfy under the blankets.

Warm. Satisfied. Happy. Why did I think I never deserved any of this? Because my parents thought so? Because everyone told me you had to wait? Well, how long do you have to wait? I kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and things only got worse.

“Mmh, bunny…” Finn’s voice is raspy as he yawns, getting all cozy next to me like the tiniest little kitten. “Thank you for loving me… Thank you… Thank you for letting me be part of your life…”

Fuck. Who says this kind of thing after not only wrecking me but cleaning up the mess with his tongue after? A gentle hand begins to stroke my head, the touch so featherlight it almost feels foreign.

Even when he’s not being rough there’s always an ebb of desperation in how he touches me. But this? It’s calm. Does he finally understand that I’m not going anywhere?

And I’m not. I’m really not going anywhere.

“You don’t have to thank me.” I say while letting my body relax against his. “It… I’m happy to have you in it. I was happy to meet you, and I’m happy you didn’t give up on me either.” After a brief pause I continue. “...Thanks for not giving up on me.”

Finn laughs softly, shaking his head. “I could never. You were special from the moment I met you… M-My special bunny. A literal angel sent from Heaven… ugh… I’ll keep you safe forever.”

He shudders, wrapping his arms around me tightly and squeezing me. “I’m so grateful for you… So grateful…”

Another heavy yawn escapes me. I can barely keep my eyes open at this point. “Yeah, same…” My eyelids flutter shut, face nestled up against Finn’s chest. “Goodnight, Finn. I love you.”

The truth has never sounded so sweet.

FORTY-TWO

“I got this one when I went to the zoo,” Finn says excitedly while holding up a beaten up yellow t-shirt. The logo is almost unreadable, and it’s hard to imagine him wearing something so tight. “I think it’d be cute on y-you…”

All the stuff in his closet is so old. How much of this stuff did he get back when he was barely an adult? Every single positive memory he has is from childhood. That’s sad, it’s so sad.

Holding my tongue, I force a smile—at least until I see something haphazardly shoved into the pile of clothes he has in there. “What’s that?” I point, even though I already think I know what it is.

“N-Nothing,” he murmurs and tries to hide it. He knows he’s caught. The look on his face is more than telling, half shame and half sadness as he pulls it out and tosses it on the ground. “I… don’t be mad, please?”

My shirt. It’s my shirt. Not the one I let him borrow, one that was in my dresser. My bedroom, a space he hasn’t been in. So how did he get his hands on it? I didn’t give it to him, that’s for sure.

“Why do you, uh, have that?” The answer is obvious, but I ask anyway.

“I’m sorry.” No, he’s not. “I just… It smelled like you, and I-I wasn’t thinking, so I… I know it’s wrong, I’m sorry. I had a really g-good time that night, and I wanted to remember it…”

Frowning, I push myself closer to the end of his bed. “What did you do with it?”