October 3rd 2023
I know this might sound strange, but there's something about the way my bully towers over me that makes my heart race and my palms sweat. It's not the kind of fear that you would typically associate with a bully – it's something entirely different. It's a mix of excitement, adrenaline, and maybe a little bit of masochism.
I know, I know. It sounds twisted. But hear me out.
It all started in high school. I was a shy, introverted kid who kept to himself and tried to blend in as much as possible. But my bully, let's call him Ares, had other plans for me. He was the typical jock – tall, muscular, and popular. And for some reason, he had taken an interest in me. Not in a romantic way, but in a way that made me his target for constant teasing and humiliation.
I tried my best to avoid him, but somehow he always managed to find me. He would make fun of my clothes, my interests, my lack of social skills. And at first, it hurt. It hurt a lot. I would go home and cry, wondering what I had done to deserve this constant torment.
But as time went on, something changed. I started to look forward to our interactions. I started to crave his attention, no matter how negative it was. I would get a rush of adrenaline whenever he would call out my name in the hallway, or when he would make fun of me in front of our classmates.
And then there were the physical interactions. Ares would often playfully push me or flick my hair as he walked by. And I would feel my heart race and my cheeks flush. It was like a game – a twisted, messed up game that only the two of us were playing.
I couldn't understand why I was feeling this way. I mean, this was my bully we're talking about. The person who had made my life a living hell for the past few years. But there was something about the way he looked at me, with a mischievous glint in his eye, that made me feel alive. And I couldn't help but be drawn to that.
It wasn't until I met Lucifer that I started to understand my feelings towards Ares. Lucifer was everything Ares wasn't – kind, understanding, and respectful. He showed me what a healthy relationship was supposed to look like, and I couldn't help but compare it to the toxic dynamic I had with Ares.
But no matter how much I tried to distance myself from Ares, he always managed to find his way back into my thoughts. And I hate to admit it, but there were times when I found myself daydreaming about him. The way he would tower over me, taunting me with his teasing words and playful jabs. The way he would degrade me, made me feel like I was nothing. It was a strange kind of attraction, one that I couldn't explain.
But then I would snap back to reality and feel disgusted with myself. How could I be attracted to someone who had caused me so much pain? And that's when the guilt and shame would kick in.
I often wonder why my bully got under my skin. Was it because he was the first person to pay attention to me? Was it because I craved his validation and acceptance? Or was it just the thrill of the danger and unpredictability that came with our interactions?
I may never have the answer to that question.
Looking out the window during class, my eyes were drawn to the school basketball court. I watched as my bully played a game with his friends. I couldn't help but stare at him, taking in every detail of his appearance.
His brown messy hair was drenched in sweat, sticking to his forehead and giving him a rugged, yet attractive look. His masculine features were on full display as he ran up and down the court, his big biceps flexing with each movement. But it was his deadly sleepy eyes that always made me nervous. Whenever he looked at me, I couldn't help but feel like I was in danger.
But despite his intimidating presence, I couldn't deny the fact that he was undeniably attractive. His strong jawline and kissable lips were enough to make any girl swoon. He was the epitome of a jock and a hot one at that.
As I continued to watch him, I couldn't help but question my own thoughts. Here I was, supposed to be writing an essay, but instead, I found myself daydreaming about my bully. It was a strange and almost embarrassing realization. The sound of my teacher's voice, Ms. Howards, calling out my name brought me back to reality. 'Hello? You didn't write a thing, time is ticking,' she said with a hint of annoyance. I looked up at her, trying to muster a fake smile and replied, 'Sorry miss, I'll get to work.'
I hated this feeling. The feeling of being called out and embarrassed in front of my classmates. But I had no choice, I had to get a hundred on this English writing exam. It was crucial for my final grade and my future. The topic was something that I always struggled with - Life. What is Life? I stared at the blank page in front of me, my mind wandering off to a far-off place.
I began to write the first sentence that came to my mind, 'Life is a bitch.' I paused for a moment, unsure if I should continue with such a bold statement. But then I thought, why not? Life is tough, it's not all rainbows and unicorns. It's a constant struggle, a rollercoaster ride with ups and downs. I continued writing, pouring my heart out on the paper.
As I wrote, the words flowed effortlessly. I wrote about the challenges I faced, the people who disappointed me, the dreams I had, and the fears that held me back. It was cathartic, almost therapeutic. I wrote and wrote, without any care for the word count. I just wanted to express my thoughts and feelings about life.
Before I knew it, I had reached 300 words. I quickly grabbed my paper and my bag, ready to leave the class. As I got up from my seat, I couldn't help but notice my classmates looking at me. I could feel their judgmental eyes on me, wondering why I was the first one to finish. But I didn't care, I was proud of what I had written.
I walked towards Ms. Howards' desk and handed her my paper. She looked at me with surprise, probably not expecting me to finish in time. I gave her a small smile and left the class.
As I walked through the school hallways, I couldn't help but feel a sense of achievement. I had written something that came from the depths of my heart. Something that I was proud of. And even though I may not get a perfect score on my exam, I knew that I had given it my all.
I walked out of school, my mind was consumed with one thought: Ares. He was the epitome of perfection in my eyes, with his chiseled features, toned body, and confident demeanor.
I sighed as I made my way to the basketball court, where I knew Ares would be. I couldn't help but feel like a stalker, following him around and watching his every move. But I couldn't resist. There was something about him that drew me in, something that made me want to know everything about him.
But then I paused and asked myself, why was I even stalking him in the first place? I had Lucifer. So, why was I wasting my time obsessing over someone who clearly didn't care about me?
But then again, Lucifer has a girlfriend. That gave me a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for me to have Ares. And that was all the justification I needed to continue my stalking.
As I reached the basketball court, I saw Ares sitting on the bleachers, drinking water from a bottle. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him. He looked exhausted, but even in that state, he managed to exude a certain sexiness that made my knees weak.
As he gulped down the water, Adam's apple moved up and down with each swallow. It was such a simple action, but for some reason, I found it incredibly attractive. And don't even get me started on his man-spread legs and his hand resting casually on his knee. It was like he was posing for a magazine cover.
And his pecs, they were popping out of his shirt in all the right places. I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to run my hands over them, to feel the muscles beneath my fingertips.
But that wasn't all, his biceps were also on full display, and they looked so good that I couldn't tear my eyes away from them. How did someone even have such perfect arms? It was unfair, really.
Just as I was lost in my thoughts, Ares stopped drinking and looked around. My heart raced, thinking that he had caught me staring. But he simply ran his fingers through his wet hair, with sweat glistening on his skin, and scratched his head. And in that moment, I felt like I was the luckiest person in the world to witness such a simple yet intimate act.
But then he stopped and began talking to his friends. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but they were all laughing and having a good time. And for a brief moment, I allowed myself to imagine being a part of that group, laughing and joking with Ares.
As I turned to leave, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Leaving the mundane routine of the school behind, I set my sights on a new adventure, walking down the path to the massive library, eager to discover the hidden gems of literature waiting to be read, the pages eagerly turning as I immersed myself in the magical world of books.
As I was browsing through the shelves of my local library, lost in a sea of books, I suddenly felt someone standing next to me. I turned my head to see a young man with a friendly smile on his face.
In a library, A guy walked up to me while I was browsing through the shelves, in search of my next literary adventure. He had a friendly smile on his face and his eyes sparkled with curiosity. I couldn't help but wonder what he wanted from me.
'Hey, what are you looking for? I can help you,' He said, breaking the silence.
I was taken aback by his sudden approach and politely replied, 'Uh, thank you but I can figure it out by myself.'
But He persisted, 'But it looks like you are struggling?'
I couldn't deny the fact that I was indeed struggling to find a good book. I wanted something that would capture my attention and transport me to a different world. I turned to look at him and said, 'Oh yeah, I'm trying to find an actually good book and it's just that I can't choose any. You know what I mean?'
To my surprise, He nodded and said, 'Yeah, I know what you mean. What are you looking for? A specific type of genre?'
I could see the genuine interest in his eyes as he tilted his head and chuckled. I couldn't help but feel a little shy under his gaze.
'Romantic,' I blurted out, hoping I didn't sound too awkward.
He burst into laughter, causing me to narrow my eyes at him. 'What? You never thought a guy would like to read romantic books?' I asked, slightly annoyed.
'Not at all,' He replied, still grinning.
I couldn't help but notice his beautiful eyes. They were a deep shade of blue and they seemed to hold a million stories within them. I found myself getting lost in them for a moment.
'So you want a-' He started, walking closer towards me.
I interrupted him, not wanting him to finish his sentence. 'A good...romantic...book,' I said, trying to hide my sudden boldness.
Our faces were now just inches apart and I could feel my heart racing. Without any hesitation, he leaned in and kissed me. It was a soft and gentle kiss at first, but as our lips moved in sync, the kiss became more intense and passionate. We pulled away, both of us slightly breathless, and that's when I saw it - the hint of surprise in his eyes.
But before I could even question it, he whispered those words that made my heart skip a beat - 'I want you.' And just like that, all my doubts and fears melted away. I wanted him too.
We resumed our kiss, our bodies pressed tightly against each other. His hands were roaming freely, one on my thigh and the other on my ass, sending shivers down my spine. Our tongues danced together in a rough and sexy manner, adding to the intensity of the moment. I couldn't believe this was happening, especially in a place like a library.
But the location only added to the thrill of it all. As our hair mingled together, I felt a sense of connection that I had never experienced before. It was as if we were the only two people in that quiet space, lost in our own world of desire and passion.
He started kissing and biting my neck, causing me to close my eyes in pleasure. I could feel the desire building up inside me, making me lose all sense of self-control. And when he suddenly lifted me up and placed me on a nearby table, I knew there was no turning back.
He continued to kiss me passionately, his hands now on my hips, holding me in place as he kissed and bit my neck with even more intensity. I couldn't help but scream in ecstasy, the sound echoing through the quiet library.
As we moved together, our bodies in perfect sync, I felt his hard dick pressing against mine, the heat and friction between us driving me wild. I could feel the desire coursing through my veins, urging me to give in to the moment completely.
And as he pulled down my pants, revealing my bare skin, I couldn't resist the urge to remove his shirt and run my hands over his chiseled abs and biceps. He removed his shirt, revealing his toned abs and biceps, and I couldn't help but admire his body. The image of him, half-naked in front of me, only added fuel to the fire that was burning inside me.
In that moment, nothing else mattered. We were lost in each other, our bodies moving together in a perfect rhythm. The library, the books, the people - they were all forgotten as we gave in to our desire for each other.
The sensation took over me as his hands travelled down my sides and rested on my hips. His grip was firm, yet gentle at the same time. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he leaned in and bit down, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but let out a loud scream, a mix of pleasure and surprise.
The heat between us was intense.
I could feel the cool air hitting my exposed body, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of his touch. His lips were on mine again, kissing me passionately as I unzipped his pants. I could feel his anticipation as I pulled his pants down, revealing his bulging member. It was big, and I could feel the desire building up inside me. The room was getting hotter and steamier by the minute, and our bodies were now fully exposed. His breath was hot on my skin as he pulled down his boxer briefs, revealing his impressive size. I couldn't help but gasp at the sight of it, and I could feel myself getting even more turned on.
I spread my legs wider, inviting him to come closer. He wasted no time, and with one swift motion, he slid his dick inside me. I let out another loud moan, unable to contain the pleasure that was coursing through my body.
He covered my mouth with his hand, muffling my screams, and his other hand rested on my hip as he continued to pound into me. Each thrust was harder and faster than the last, and I could feel myself getting lost in the moment.
His touch was electrifying, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. He reached around and softly choked me with both hands, intensifying the pleasure and pushing me over the edge.
My moans grew louder and more intense with each thrust. But then, He surprised me by suddenly pulling out, putting me on the floor and flipping me over.
I was now on all fours, in the doggy-style position. He entered me from behind, and the feeling was entirely different. I arched my back, giving him full access to my body. His hands grabbed onto my hips, pulling me closer to him with each thrust. I could feel his strong grip on my hair, as he used it to control my movements. And the pleasure only intensified.
His thrusts became faster and harder, and I was in pure ecstasy. I could feel my body building up to an intense orgasm, and I couldn't hold back my moans any longer. He, too, was lost in the pleasure, and his breathing became heavier and more erratic. He knew he was close to climaxing, and he whispered in my ear, 'I'm about to cum, fuck!'
I couldn't have been more ready for this moment. I was craving his release inside me, and I could feel my body trembling with desire. And then, it happened. He came inside me, and we both let out loud moans of pleasure. We collapsed on the floor, our bodies still entwined, trying to catch our breath.
As we lay there, I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had never experienced such an intense and mind-blowing sexual encounter before. He introduced himself, "I'm Dean" and I finally found my voice to say, 'I'm Moxie.' We both laughed, still in a state of euphoria from our passionate encounter.
Catching our breath, I couldn't help but admire him. He was naked, with his glasses still on, and I found myself falling for him. He had this aura of mystery and confidence that was hard to resist. And the fact that he was so different from anyone I had ever met only added to his appeal. He smiled shyly and I couldn't help but notice his deep voice and messy hair. Dean said "So..?" I was intrigued, to say the least. But what surprised me the most was the fact that he was a librarian. I never thought a librarian could be this sexy. But as our time together came to an end, I couldn't help but wonder – did I just develop feelings for him so quickly? Was it just the thrill of being with someone forbidden? Or was it something more?
There was a moment of silence. I looked at him and he looked at me.
'Shit! What time is it? I have to go,' I blurted out, breaking the silence.
He looked at his watch and replied, 'It's almost midnight.'
My heart sank. I had promised my family that I would be home by 10 pm, and here I was, stuck in the library with a stranger.
'Where?' he asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice. 'My family is waiting for me. Sorry!' I said, getting up from the floor and picking a random romantic book in a hurry from the shelf while trying to dress myself up.
'I'm gonna borrow this for a while,' I said, trying to lighten the mood.
He laughed and replied, 'Yeah sure.' He also got up and started to dress himself up.
I turned to him and said, 'And em, thanks... for this..." He nodded, smiled, and raised his eyebrows, a sign of amusement. 'How can we meet again?' he asked. I thought for a moment and replied, 'When I finish this book.'
With that, I hurriedly left the library, hoping that I didn't get into trouble with my family. As I walked out, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and curiosity about the stranger I had just met in the library.
Stepping into the darkness of my home, heart pounding with fear of my parents' wrath, I instead found my brother sitting alone in the living room, eyes glued to the flickering TV screen. He turned his head to look at me, his overprotective face on. I braced myself for the inevitable lecture that I was about to receive. But instead, he simply asked, 'Where were you?' I took a deep breath, trying to come up with a believable excuse. 'Nothing, just stayed in the library,' I replied, hoping he wouldn't press any further. But of course, being the overprotective big brother that he was, Val wasn't satisfied with my answer. 'Are you sure?' he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.
I let out a sigh, knowing that I couldn't lie to him. 'Yes, Val,' I replied, trying to sound confident.
He let out a sigh of his own and then asked, 'Did you do any drugs or-'
I interrupted him, feeling a surge of annoyance. 'What? No?' I replied, my tone slightly defensive.
Val gave me a look that clearly said he didn't believe me. I rolled my eyes, exasperated. 'Seriously, Val? You know I would never do drugs,' I said, hoping to put an end to this conversation.
He sighed again, clearly not convinced. 'Parents aren't here, you should be grateful,' he said, his voice laced with a hint of frustration.
I couldn't help but laugh at his statement. 'Oh, I'm for sure grateful,' I replied, trying to lighten the mood.
Val rolled his eyes at me, knowing that I was just trying to deflect his concern. 'Food is on the table if you're hungry,' he said, changing the subject.
'Thanks, Val,' I replied, grateful for his attempt to diffuse the situation.
I made my way to the kitchen, my mind still reeling from the close call with Val. I couldn't help but think about how lucky I was to have him as my brother. He may be overprotective and a bit annoying at times, but I knew deep down that he always had my best interests at heart.
As I sat down at the table and began to eat my dinner, I couldn't help but think about the events of the past few months. It had been a difficult time for our family. My parents had been going through a tough time in their marriage and it had taken a toll on all of us. I had been struggling with my own personal issues as well, trying to find my place in the world and dealing with the pressure of expectations from my parents.
But through it all, Val had been my rock. He had always been there for me, offering support and advice whenever I needed it. He had also been the one to keep our family together during this difficult time, always putting on a brave face and trying to keep the peace between our parents.
I couldn't imagine how much harder this whole situation would have been without him by my side. I knew that no matter what, he would always have my back and I was grateful for that.
As I finished my dinner, Val joined me at the table. We sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before he spoke up. 'I know things have been tough lately,' he said, his voice soft and understanding.
I looked up at him, surprised by his sudden serious tone. 'Yeah, they have,' I replied, unsure of where this conversation was going.
'I just want you to know that I'm here for you, always,' he said, placing a hand on my shoulder.
I felt a lump form in my throat and I had to look away to hide the tears that were threatening to spill from my eyes. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak without breaking down.
Val squeezed my shoulder before standing up and clearing the dishes from the table. I sat there, lost in my thoughts, feeling grateful for the amazing brother that I had.
As the night went on and we watched TV together, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and warmth knowing that I wasn't alone. Val may be overprotective and annoying at times, but he was also my greatest support system and I couldn't imagine going through life without him.
As we said goodnight and headed to our respective rooms, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected turn of events. Instead of facing my parents' wrath, I had found solace and understanding in the company of my brother. And for that, I will always be grateful.