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[ important a/n at the end! don't worry i'm not quitting lololol ]
SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS WAS a neighbor of mine who moved recently inside of the village I lived in. His arrival wasn't anything fancy, in fact, he unloaded all of his things from his car and onto his porch as quiet as a mouse. I think he was trying to be discreet about it, but he did pique my interest from then on.
His attempts to be gone unnoticed eventually failed. We ran into each other one morning in my local grocery store and I didn't hesitate to make a move. I upped for some small, friendly talk, which ended up to a long conversation, and before we both knew it, we were hanging out on weekends at an all-day convenience store down the road.
"I'm actually an artist," I could remember him say as his ears were slowly turning pink. "I don't bring much when I move except for my easel and canvases. Not to mention paint and aprons, and - yeah, you get the point."
I chuckled. "That's actually really cool. How long have you been doing art?"
"Oh, for as long as I can remember." He replied. "Do you wanna see some of it? I figured now would be a good time to start showcasing my art and all, and it'd be nice if you were the first one around here to see it."
A smile crept up to my lips. "I'm free this Saturday. Just give me a call, okay?"
***
"... and over here, is when I traveled to Barcelona with my friend. I could still remember how I worked on this nonstop, and we almost missed our flight back here. It was crazy," he walked over to another canvas, and began to tell a different story.
My mind didn't stay focused for long. There was so much to look at I didn't know where to start. The wind was strong today, and all of his windows were wide open. It rushed inside all at once with the force of a fire extinguisher.
I closed my eyes and waited for the strong rush to calm down. When I finally opened my eyes, a door was wide open, like it was signaling me to come inside.
"(Y/N)?" Sebastian called with slightly knitted brows. "Are you okay?"
I nodded. "Yeah, yeah. What were you saying again?"
Sebastian goes back to where he left off his story, and I go back to where I was looking at - the door. I look back at him, he was so engrossed in telling his story I doubt he'd notice me check it out. So I slowly crept towards it, and let the darkness of the room swallow me.
I pull out my phone and shine the light emitting from it around the room. It was filled with even more canvases, arranged and stacked neatly on top of each other like bricks. I grab one of them, and struggled to see what was on it.
It was a picture of a girl inside of the convenience store we always hung out. It took me a few seconds to actually recognize it as me, since I looked a lot prettier than what I actually looked like. I couldn't help but smile that he sees me this way, and not how I do.
I skimmed over the other ones, (which was unfortunately, more paintings of me) until there was one canvas left. It was smaller and lightweight, and the colors were a lot more vibrant than usual.
It was a naked lady, who was laying on her back in some sort of bed. Her eyes were drawn so that it seemed like she was staring at you deeply with those glazed, vulnerable eyes with curled lips. Then I realized, it was a picture of me.
I quietly place it back and swallow hard. I was about to walk out, but I saw Sebastian right at the door wide eyes.
I felt my face go pale. "Sebastian," I say with a surprised tone.
"You saw them, didn't you?" He mumbled, his eyes cast guiltily to the ground. "The paintings."
"I... I didn't know. I'm sorry, I'll just leave."
Looking back was hard. I forced myself to head for his door and maybe never get a chance to see his art once more. I walked at a brisk pace back to my house, as a strange feeling started to creep over me.
I take off my shoes once I step on my floor and plunge on the couch. I messed up so bad today and I felt like the shittiest person in the planet.
Of course he'd have those paintings and of course he'd keep them in a room like that. I let out a loud sigh and let the guilt continue to stab my chest.
Aside from how I felt like a jerk from walking away just like that, I couldn't bring myself to forget about that nude painting of me. Everything about it... the colors, the pose, the way he drew my body so delicately and my face was far beyond from what I could actually look like. But still - there was something about it that makes me feel so... attracted to it. Attracted to myself.
Suddenly, I felt hot all over. It felt good to rub my thighs together, and the need to do more to my body grew intense.
A shaky breath left my lips as my fingers slowly traced my upper thighs with a feather-like touch. The other slowly rubbed the fabric of the shirt I was wearing against the bra and against my breast.
Was this because of Sebastian's painting of me? Maybe it's the thought that he saw me that way where I'd never do that makes me somewhat happy with my body. I don't know. But it feels good.
I closed my eyes and continued to rub myself all over. This desire was so overwhelming, and it was being continuously fueled by the mere thought of the man who drew me.
I sigh once more, and close my eyes, continuing to repeat his name over and over again like a broken record.
"Sebastian..."
***
"... she was crazy to think I actually stole her mug," I say to my friend on the other line. I walked past aisles and aisles of wine, grabbed a few bottles and mindlessly placed them in my cart.
"Like, seriously Karen? A mug? I'm not that low. Such a bitch. And on top of that, she's my fucking boss. How worse can things get?"
"That really sucks. Anyways, how are things with that artist dude you told me about?"
My lips pursed into a tight line at the mere mention of that. My friend didn't know anything, in fact, no one did - since the circumstances were obviously TMI.
"It's been months since I saw that guy. He got busy all of a sudden, and yeah, we stopped hanging out."
"Aren't like artists free all day? I mean they're just painting or something."
"That, I don't know about," I chuckled. "But yeah, he's busy."
"Right. Oh, Susan's calling me right now, probably to fetch her dildo or something. She's one horny thot, that girl."
My nose wrinkled in disgust. "Seriously? Anyways, bye." I say, and the line went dead.
I speed up towards a short line in one of the cashier, and crashed carts with someone else. The impact sent me tumbling backwards with groceries rolling all over the floor, but the wine bottles were fortunately safe.
I stood up and ignored the burning of my ears. I picked up everything with a temper boiling inside me, and looked up to see who the asshole was.
"Sebastian?" I say out loud.
"(Y/N)?" He replied.
I sent him an awkward smile. "Heyyy, how's it going?"
He fixed his glasses back in place and shot me a small smile. "I'm fine. You?"
"I'm feeling magnificent."
Silence. We got in line, and I felt super uncomfortable. He was always looking at me when I decide to peek a little, which honestly didn't help one bit.
"Hey," he called after a long pause of silence.
"I'm hosting an art gallery, and I needed a guest to come with me, but you're honestly the only choice I have left and um... yeah. I was hoping you'd come with me as a guest."
My eyes widened. "Um, I'll think about that, actually. I-I can text you if you want. Have you changed your number?"
He chuckled. "I haven't. Thanks."
***
Actually, I was already planning to come along right when he said that. But my flirty ass told me to play hard-to-get and I feel guilty again cause I was supposed to feel jaded when it came to him because of the incident a few months ago. I felt shitty once more.
awkward man
10:23 PM
you
hey, about the whole
gallery thing, I'm down
for it. when's the event?
Moments later, I get a reply. I kind of regret not changing his contact name, because I'd giggle every time I saw it.
awkward man
this coming Thursday at (nskabwkwdb). thanks for
coming.
***
*insert le skippin to the good part cuz I'm lazy*
Sebastian and I walked around the venue's parking lot during the whole event after the small speech he did upstage. He insisted to get out and have some fresh air and maybe catch up a little.
"So, how's it going lately?" Sebastian asked softly. "It's been quite a while."
I placed my hands behind my back and smiled. "Good. I got promoted at my job recently, but my boss is a total bitch. I'm so unlucky."
"Aren't all bosses like that though?" He chuckled.
"I suppose."
We stop talking for a while and inhale the cold breeze of the night. The trees swayed along gently, and there wasn't a single speck of star shining in the sky. It was a sad night.
"I'm really sorry for just walking out like that," I looked down at my feet. "I guess I never thought of your privacy that time."
"It's in the past, (Y/N), I can't do anything about that. Although I do feel bad for drawing you without permission. I thought that you'd get angry or something."
I sighed. "I won't. If anything, I felt pretty good about myself. Especially with that nude painting of me."
My companion stopped in his tracks, and his eyes widened once I stared back. A look of horror was painted on his face by hearing what I said.
"You-You saw it? The nude painting? For real?" He asked in a panicked tone. His face was turning into a sickly pale color.
I turn my body so I was facing Sebastian. With a nonchalant voice, I say, "Yes, I did. You don't have to worry about it much,"
"Because, I actually loved it. It made me feel good and all about myself. And the way you drew me was so beautiful, I could never see myself the way you do."
He let out a shaky breath, and walked closer to me. "I feel kinda relieved hearing you say that."
"But why did you draw me like that, Sebastian? Did you even think of how I felt about myself when I saw that?"
"I went home and masturbated as I thought of that painting. I thought of you and everywhere I touch felt better than before."
I walked closer so I was inches away from his chest. I run my hand up and down the suit he wore, and slowly, I unbutton them.
"Oi, what are you doing?!" Sebastian protested, but he lets me do it anyway. I remove his coat and unbutton his polo shirt, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me inside of his car.
I felt myself get even more excited once I realized we're going to do something as scandalous as this inside of a car just like in the movies.
He continues to unbutton his top and sets it aside the backseat. I straddle him and I press myself against his body. His smell was making its' way up into my head, and all I wanted to do was inhale it even more.
I could feel him start to grind his member against the fabric of my underwear, and I moan. Pressing my lips against his chest, I suck his skin and nibble it gently as angry, purple bruises decorate him all over.
I quickly take off my clothes as well as his, and out his manhood springs. It slapped my folds and it drives me insane. I yank it towards my entrance and rammed it inside.
Sebastian lets out a shaky breath, and grabs both of my hips firmly. He helped me bounce myself up and down until all we could hear were pants for air and the sound of skin slapping harshly.
"You really suck, you know that?" I managed to say above a whisper.
"First you draw me naked, yet I let you fuck me like this. I can't believe it."
He smiles weakly and his eyes remain closed. "We're both equally shit then."
After a few seconds, Sebastian let's out a weak grunt. "(Y/N), I'm gonna cum,"
"Lucky," I reply. "I'm nowhere near coming."
"I'll help you after."
Did I take birth control today? I think so. I think it's my safe day today, so I let him release in inside of me. I could feel it oozing already, and my tummy felt full and hot.
I stand up and the lad pins me against the car door. His fingers slid inside of me and wiggled it around. I cringed at the feeling of his load slowly empty me.
His mouth sucked on my breast like a hungry child and his tongue flicked against my nipple harshly. I couldn't help but moan at his harshness towards my body, and it didn't take long until I reached my sweet release.
We both fell down in exhaustion. There was this worn out feeling again I felt after sex. I felt disgusted about myself for a second, but it goes away quickly.
"Never in my life, I imagined myself to have sex inside of a car." I say out loud.
"Me too,"
"Say - do you need a model?" I suddenly ask.
Sebastian looked at me with wide eyes. "How come?"
"I mean, I still couldn't forget about that painting of me, and I was wondering if I could help you out more, in art?"
For a full moment, he was silent. I could hear crickets chirping nearby and I listened to it as he made up his mind.
"To be honest," he began, "I'd love you to help me out. But not as my model."
My face fell. "Why?"
"Because I wouldn't want to work at all when you're around."
[ a/n ; holy shittttttt
how long has it been lmao so anyways, yea im back bitchessss
so i'm rlly rlly sorry about this shit chapter. i wrote this like 2 months ago and i decided to finish this and again im sorry for the quality. i'll do my best to get back in track since i've been dealing w/ school stuff so yeaaa byeee
btw did u miss me cuz i missed u yieee ]