Page 65 of Meet Cute

Does that mean it’s enough? Maybe. I think so. I sure hope so, at least. People can do bad things without being bad people. Finn is no exception to that, even if sometimes it can be hard to tell with him.

With a happy squeal Finn basically snatches me up out of the cushioned seat I’m on, digits sinking into the fat of my ass as he stares at me with admiration. “I’m glad you like it. I thought it would help make things feel normal. L-Like you wanted!”

Maybe I’m just gross, but the way he’s staring at me with nothing but genuine love and affection is driving me crazy. He really does love me, doesn't he? “Hey,” I purr even though seduction as a whole is rather new to me. “Why don’t I show you my appreciation in your room?”

I must suck at it since my words don’t reach him at all. “You got me something too?”

“No, I—” It’s too embarrassing to say what I mean out loud. “I wanna… Can we please just go to your room?”

The desperation in my voice is different for both of us, luckily it seems to do the trick. “Oh! O-Oh… Y-Yeah, yeah! Okay!” His surprise is replaced with something hungrier. “You’re so fucking cute…” he mutters before burying his face in my neck.

All I can do is whimper out loud when his lips make contact with my skin. It’s usually sensitive, but there’s already so many bruises and bite marks that even the most gentle touch can send a shiver down my spine.

The old mattress in Finn’s room squeaks as he sets me down on it, crawling over me with an expression similar to that of a hunter sizing up its prey. “I love you, Duncan.” His fingers hook into my underwear. “So much. So much.”

“I love you too,” I huff before kissing him sloppily. His tongue pushes past my lips, and despite my best efforts I can’t win against him. I can’t. “U-Ugh… I love you, Finn…”

Finn tilts my head down, forcing me to watch as both of our erections press up against each other through our pajama pants. “Excited, aren’t you bunny?”

Yes. Holy fuck, yes.

FIFTY

Tears trickle down my cheeks as I look up at Finn, who’s gazing down at me with awe. A gag escapes me when his cock hits the back of my throat, his full balls snug against my chin while syrupy drool runs down the curvature of my body.

“So handsome,” he chuckles dryly before thrusting the last little bit in. “Can you hold it there? You're so pretty like this.”

Breathing through my nose, I dig my nails into his thighs in an attempt to ground myself. I think a minute passes before he finally pulls out, his cock slick with my spit. Finn playfully slaps it against my face, it’s thick and heavy and I hate how much I want it. How much I want him.

“What?” Finn asks with a playful smirk on his face. “What’s that face, huh?”

“I…” God. God, fuck. He can be so mean when he wants to be, but I did the same thing to him, didn’t I? “I… I don’t wanna say it…”

His length twitches at my whining. “But I want to hear it. Please?”

“Finn… Please, p-please fuck me…” Of course we’ve already done it, but begging for it like this is so humiliating—yet that doesn’t stop me from getting even harder. “Please fuck me, Finn… Please…”

My pants are all but torn off of me, and I’m cautiously flipped over on my stomach with my ass up on a pillow and my face down. “You’re all mine,” he rasps as the cool droplets of lube hit my skin. “No one else can ever have you. No one else can see you this way.”

His digits are so rough against my hole, tracing circles around it and slowly but surely pushing in. A desperate whimper escapes me as I grip the stained fabric under me, arching my back while Finn takes his time with me.

Finn’s index finger pushes inside slowly at first, but once it’s in deep enough he curls it to immediately press against my prostate. The yelp I let out is the most pathetic noise I’ve made yet, burying my face in the sheets that smell so much like him.

Another digit enters me, and the asshole begins slowly spreading me out with a scissor motion. There’s never been this much pressure down in my stomach before, and the overwhelming urge to pee takes over even though I know I don’t.

“I can’t wait anymore,” he rasps before pulling them out. His large hands grab hold of my ass, spreading it open. Finn’s hungry gaze lingers longer than I’d like it to, mostly because it’s so fucking embarrassing to be on full display for him. “I love you, Duncan. So—” his tip makes contact with my entrance, “m-much…”

Two inches of him enter without a hitch, but then the third comes and my body begins to tremble. His cock is so thick that I swear I might pass out. “Ugh, Finn…”

“Feeling g-good?” One hand moves to grab my neck, the other planting itself against my ass. His thumb slips into my mouth before he pulls my head back, forcing me to make eye contact with him. “You sure look like you are.”

Not allowing me to respond, he gives my ass a swat before moving down to grope my fully hard dick. His fist is already slick with lube, and he gives me a few strokes before kneading my ass.

“You’re so f-fucking hot.” Finn lets out in a huff, still staring me into my eyes. “God, I… I can barely stand it. I-I’m so happy to be able to do this, to have this… you…”

My misty eyes find his face. Right now Finn looks so unlike his usual cute self. He's so damn hot. Sweat running down his forehead onto his perfect body, those thick arms flexed just enough to show off the muscle as he uses me as he wants.

“L-Love you,” I babble.