From one proxy to another proxy [Ticcimask]

Chap. 24: City on the Edge of Forever

Him laughing too wasn't an option, i was expecting some insult in return. But he was just staring at me.

While i was thinking how stressful this endless silence was becoming, he approached me and grabbed me by the hoodie tightly. 

He pushed me onto my bed and got on top of me, clenching his jaw. I closed my eyes, waiting to get punched. 

I didn't dare open them, i could only feel his firm grip accompanied by a calm breathing, my own agitated heartbeat and an endless wait. 

His fist never came.

—What a shame... i could've gotten used to it.

I opened my eyes to find a relax look in his eyes. However, mine was the complete opposite.

—Stop playing with me.

—I'm not playing.

—Ge-t off...! —i stuttered

I tried to push him in vain, he is bigger and heavier than me. 

He grabbed my wrists, i kept struggling but he wouldn't let go. 

—Stop doing that.

—Let go! 

I kept trying to get away, but it was difficult. I was running out of energy, and my wrists were starting to hurt. 

—I told you to stop! —he was done with all the struggling. He held my wrists against the bed, at face level.  

My breathing was heavy, you could even see it in my chest. 

He was still on top of me, who knows what he's planning. 

—You're hurting me! —i tried to get away again, i couldn't.

—You promise to stop doing that? 

Promise?! What the hell?! 

I just want him to get off of me and leave.

—Y-yes... —i responded more calmly, with my look still angry and my chest rising more and more. 

I soon felt his grip weakening, but he still didn't let go completely. 

I hate being so vulnerable to him. 

But i can't deny it's a little bit exciting never knowing what he's gonna come up with.

—What do you intend to do, Masky?

His naturally contemptuous look finally settled on his face. 

—I can't stand you.

—Then what the f-

He didn't let me finish.

The hand holding my left wrist was now holding my face, making sure i couldn't turn away. 

He brought his lips together roughly with mine. 

It's as if he'd been having an internal battle trying to decide whether to do it or not, so on impulse he decides to do it. Because he knows that if he thinks about it any longer, he'll back out. 

With my left hand i tried to push him away, and with the right one i tried to break free, but he held me tightly again. 

He was still kissing me, desperately.

And just when i thought i was about to give up and let him do whatever he wants with me, because deep inside—as gross as it is to admit it— i was starting to like it, he pulled away.