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IT WAS REACHING EARLY noon and the bright sun was peaking through the window lighting up my colorful canvas. I was sitting on my bed in only a t-shirt and underwear. I've been like this since this morning, and I only managed to finish half of the painting. This is due tomorrow!
Fluffy sat on the other side of my bed looking at me as if he was laughing. Meanie
Truth is...I was needy. Needy for something that I'm probably not allowed to have. And never will. I need Victor...I want him. Me and Victor didn't even do anything yesterday, but I think that was my problem.
I wanted him to do more....and I feel horrible for wanting something so erotic.
As my paint brush stroked the blue paint across the canvas my mind couldn't help but go back to what happened at Victor's office..
Flashback (third person)
"Yes please." Liliura breathed out, not really knowing what exactly she was asking for. Her green eyes were a shade darker and her breaths were getting heavier as Victor's warm touch intoxicated her body.
Victor smirked down at her, his chest filling up with a sense of pride that he was able to make her feel this way.
The air was thick as Victor's hands trailed up her back reaching to the back of her neck. He gripped with such firmness that Liliura let out a whimper, her eyes now hooded.
"Look at you little bunny...begging for me.." he whispered against her lips, his voice coated with lust he's never felt before. Liliura bit her plump lips as she grew impatient waiting for Victor's lips to touch hers, but nothing happened.
Victor pulled her away slightly, really looking in her eyes. Not only were they full of desire but they seemed distant and fogged over. He frowned slightly at that.
Liliura whimpered in his hold, "Why won't you kiss me?" Victor pulled her head close and kissed her gently on her forehead lingering for a moment longer. "You're not in the right mindset, little bunny...I can tell."
Liliura pouted, laying her head down on his shoulder cuddling into his neck. "I'll tell mommy you're being mean to me." Liliura mumbled still deep in her little space, but Victor couldn't really make out what it was that she said, her voice being muffled against his skin.
(End of flashback)
Ughhh!
I slammed my paint brush down and sat up from my bed. Running my hands through my hair, I paced around the room.
I've never felt like this before and I freaking hate it. There was an unpleasant knot in my stomach that only got worse whenever I thought about him. The way his hands felt...the way he talked to me...the way he looked at me...Ughh!
Why do I feel like this? What is this feeling? Oh my god am I sick? No, I can't get sick.
I let out an exhausted sigh and rushed to grab my towel going to take a quick shower. Jessie was sound asleep and Tyler was away on 'business' so the apartment was pretty quiet. Thank god.
I stepped into the bathroom and quickly turned on the shower wanting to wash off the feeling. I stripped out of my clothes and noticed a wet spot in my underwear. Oh god, I might actually be sick.
I stepped into the warm shower sighing in content as the warm water hit my body. "That's better." I mumbled to myself, shutting my eyes softly. As if my mind was cursed, my thoughts quickly shifted to Victor and what happened in his office.
The thoughts were so strong I could almost feel his hands on me right now. A whimper escaped my lips as I rested my back against the shower wall. My lips became trapped by my teeth as my hands traveled down my bare stomach. My brain was way too gone to realize what I was doing. My breaths got heavier and deeper with every slow movement my hands made.
It was only when my hands touched my sensitive clit that a wave of pleasure took over my body. The feeling was new...but good...really good.
I started to add pressure moving my fingers slightly and felt as if my legs were going to give out. The pleasure came in waves as my fingers moved at a gracefully slow pace. My mouth fell open as quiet moans left my lips. As I quickened my pace a knot began to form in my stomach, the pleasure becoming too much for me as my fingers began to get tired.
The shower was steamy, covering me in a blanket of fog. I quickened my pace; the need to relieve the knot grew stronger.
"Oh my god.." I moan out as the painful knot in my stomach releases, making me fall up against the shower wall. My body felt heavy yet satisfied. But that didn't last long as the guilt slowly sinked in.
What did I just do?
I quickly turned off the shower, stepping out of the shower, my legs feeling like jelly with every step. I grabbed my towel and hurriedly ran out of the bathroom and into my room. Tears were brimming the corners of my eyes.
I feel nasty...I feel disgusting.
I can't believe I just did that.
I sat down on my bed and put my face in my hands disappointed with myself. I did a bad thing...a very bad thing.
Dakota would be so disgusted by me...
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"Liliura?"
I carried my painting with a deep frown on my face as Dakota followed quickly behind me. My side was still bruised and very much sore but that didn't matter right now because I am currently late to my Art history lecture.
"Liliura?!" Dakota yelled again.
It's now late noon and I've basically only said one word to Dakota who still looks worried and confused about my actions. I walked into the art building hoping Dakota would let me be but she followed me in grabbing my arm. "Liliura! What the fuck—I was calling your fucking name and you were ignoring me! Why? What's wrong?" She said with a hint of worry. She stood in front of me folding her arms waiting for my response.
"Well? What is it—why won't you talk to me?" She pressed more.
I sighed and looked down at the ground.
"I...i did something bad."
Dakota frowned in confusion, "The fuck? What did you do that was so bad Lili?"
I shook my head, too embarrassed to tell her what I did. I didn't want her to hate me. I quickly adjusted the large canvas in my arms. "It's nothing DeDe, I'll see you after my lecture." She went to protest but I quickly turned around and walked into my class leaving her outside.
I heard her let out a few loud curses before the door shut...and then the room went quiet.
Crap.
All eyes turned to me as the door closed with a loud slam. A woman I've never seen before looked at me with annoyance but something else gleamed in her eyes as she looked over my body. "Your late." She said bitterly. I looked at her with confusion, my hands going to fiddle with my necklace wincing at the small scratches it made in my skin.
"Who are you?" I asked, not realizing how rude it came out of my mouth. The lady looks taken back by my question. She looked to be in her late 50s and her dark shiny but gray hair glowed in the art room lights. And she was tall even with her standing on the small pedestal behind the easel, she looked like a giant. A weirdly attractive giant.
"I'm your new teacher Ms Barbieri, and you young lady are way out of dress code." She asked, eyeing me up and down, her eyes full of judgment. I looked down at my outfit in question.
Is she for real...
There was nothing wrong with my outfit and plus it was nearly 90 degrees outside.
I looked back up at her, my brows frowning, "College doesn't really have a strict dress code ma'am. There's nothing wrong with my outfit...um and sorry I'm late." I quickly made my way to my usual seat placing my canvas on the easel. Everyone's eyes were back in their own projects no longer paying attention to me.
I heard her scoff and watched as she disappeared behind her large canvas before peaking out from behind again. "Use that as an example class. In my class we follow the rules of professionalism, not the rules of the latest fashion magazine." She addressed, gaining the attention of the whole class.
I bent my head in embarrassment as half the class turned to look at me. This can't be happening right now...
"What's your name Miss? Since you like to break my rules." She asked, talking to me from across the room making my embarrassment grow. "L-Liliura Williams ma'am." I felt a cold chill run down my spine as I swear I saw her eyes turn a shade darker. Not in a good way.
"Well Miss Liliura, that was your first strike if you get two more you're out my class got it." She said sternly, her eyes burning into mine. I gulped. "Yes ma'am." Ms whatever her name was, said a sickly smile on her face.
I don't think I like her...her eyes wouldn't leave my body even when I looked away.
It was as if she was studying me, looking for any weaknesses I had. Her burning gaze sent a chill down my spine as I tried to focus on my work.
I wonder what happened to the teacher before? She was nice to me..why did she leave so suddenly?
I took my supplies out and began working but her gaze held strong following my every move.
I want to leave...
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As soon as she announced that we could leave I quickly gathered my things and bolted out the door. She called my name but I stupidly ignored her. I was nearly there but a light tug on my arm prolonged my stay.
Darn it.
"Trying to run away are we?" Ms Barbieri said, looking down at me. Her stance held so much power, I could see it radiating off of her.
I sighed in defeat, adjusting my stuff in my hands.
"No ma'am."
She nodded firmly and walked over to her desk; I stood by the door. "Good, cause that would end very bad for you. Wouldn't it, Liliura?" She said, twirling a pen with her fingers as she gave me a devilish smirk. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked genuinely confused and rather uncomfortable with how this conversation was going.
Her expression turned cold and the innocent pen in her snapped with the pressure of her hands. I jumped at the sound and let out fast breaths and as I inched closer to the door.
"Show up to my class again dressing like a fucking slut and you will not like what will happen next. I came here cause I have shit to do and if I find out that you're getting in my way—well, let's just say you better watch your back princess." She spit out coldly, anger boiling behind her eyes. "Get out of my fucking office!" She yelled, I flinched but wasted no time in running out the door and out of the art building.
I held tightly onto my canvas as I walked quickly across campus. My arms started to hurt and my face was wet with tears that I just now realized covered my face.
I quickened my pace when I spotted Dakota and Phineas talking to each other. Phineas spotted me first and he quickly met me halfway pulling me into a hug. I released a stressed sob into his chest. Phineas reacted quickly and took my stuff from my hands, probably handing my things to Dakota. And before I knew it Phineas lifted me up, my legs instantly wrapping around his waist.
"You're okay.." he whispered in my ear. I felt him start to move, most likely taking me to his car. I lifted my head from his shoulder and was met with Dakota who was walking behind us.
Our eyes met and she gave me a calm smile which helped settle my fast heart rate. I smiled back at her lazily mouthing 'sorry', she just shook her head gently mouthing back a 'it's fine' making relax from the current events that had just occurred.
When we reached Phineas's car, he opened his backseat door and sat down standing in front of me while Dakota placed my things in behind me.
"Tell me what happened." Phineas said, his voice softer than I've ever heard it before. I fiddled with my fingers avoiding his eyes. "It's just the new art teacher...she was just...a little.." I stuttered, struggling to find the right words.
"Take a breath buttercup and just tell us what happened." Dakota said, smiling softly at me.
"The new Art History teacher, Ms Barbieri..." I saw Phineas tense at the name. "...she said some hurtful things and made me really uncomfortable. A-And she just kept looking at me...the whole lecture. It felt like I was being targeted...all I wanted was to get out of there." I finished, shivering at the way her eyes stared into mine. Phineas had a worried but furious look on his face. I locked eyes with Dakota giving her a look which she returned back when she noticed phineas reaction.
"Did she hurt you—touch you?" Phineas asked in a calm voice. I shook my head no and he sighed in relief. "Are you okay though?" Dakota asked. I nodded yet again and smiled softly at her.
"I'll hurt that bitch if she makes my best friend cry again." Dakota angrily muttered as she got in the backseat with me. I giggled at her statement, Phineas seemed to agree with her as he closed our door and walked around to the drivers side.
Wait...where are we going?? I looked over at Dakota who just shrugged her shoulders.
"Millie's." Phineas answered from the front.
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A few hours later..
I sat yet again on my bed working on my art project with light music playing in the background. Fluffy sat on my lap as he watched me add tiny details to my painting. The painting was an abstract piece.
It was of a field of flowers but from a broken point of view. Every flower had a different shape, color and meaning. The petals of the flowers ranged from being pixelated to random marks to tiny mini flowers.
This project was actually my favorite one by far except for the ones of Fluffy...those will always be my favorite.
I had started adding tiny streaks to the sky when my music stopped showing that I had an incoming call.
Unknown number
I put down my brushes and wiped my hands before answering the call.
"Hello?"
"Hey, um is this Liliura?" The guy said, his voice was deep and it sounded like he hadn't slept in days.
"Yes it is—who is this?"
There was a small pause.
"Um, it's Liam...Kyle's brother."
My body tensed as my hands gripped my phone tighter.
"O-Oh right, he's mentioned you once before, I think. I haven't really talked to him that much since the party."
Laim sighed and let out a shaky breath. It sounded like he was outside, walking.
"Yea, um...I was just calling to ask if you seen him anywhere, he left to go get alcohol for our party hours ago—nearly a day and hasn't been back yet." Liam sounded worried as he was letting out short breaths.
I felt bad—but I haven't even thought about Kyle since that party.
"I'm sorry Laim but no I haven't seen him. I hope he turns up though."
I heard him sigh.
"Thanks Liliura...have a good night." And with that he hung up leaving me staring at my screen.
"Wow what help you were."
I jumped up in surprise at Jessie's statement as she just spawned in my door frame. "Jessie! Stop eavesdropping on my phone calls!" I said, dramatically flinging my phone around. Jessie rolled her eyes. "One, it's my apartment and two, the door was wide open and you had it on speaker phone." She said looking at me with boredom.
"Whatever.." I mumbled and watched as she walked away, probably going back to her room.
I stared down at my lap in deep thought.
I wonder what happened to Kyle?
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A/N
I literally cried writing the smut part lmao...I was not made to be the one writing smut only the one reading it..
But anyways thanks so much for the votes and Reads! 2.41k is crazy and I'm so happy that you guys like this story and I promise after this is done new stories coming out soon.
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