Sebastian Pressure X Reader Novels & Stories

Pleasure surged, thick and sharp. But every time I got close, he pulled back. Teasing. Tormenting. Until I was crying. “Please,” I gasped. “Sebastian—please.” He froze. “You’ve never said my name before.” I met his gaze, tears in my eyes. “Then punish me for it.” His control shattered. He undid the cuffs and pulled me upright, dragging me into his lap as he sat back in the leather chair. “Ride me,” he said, unzipping his pants.

And suddenly, we both fall back onto the cushions of the couch - similarly to how we started. After Sebastian pulls out of me, neither of us move. We just lay still against each other quietly, naked and damp with sweat. And a minute into listening to the rain, one of us finally speaks: "Fuck," Sebastian breathes out. **

“The largest. They’re smart, they’re ruthless, and they have deep, old ties to the city’s power structures. Sebastian is spending hours with the legal team, and you’re in the center of that. Just know that when Sebastian is under pressure, his true personality—the hot-as-hell, cold-as-ice one—comes out. He’s untouchable, but the people around him become vulnerable to his temper.” I hung up feeling simultaneously terrified and invigorated. The stakes were real, corporate, and tied directly to powerful, ruthless people—the environment Khloe had run from, but the environment Audrey needed to thrive in. The next day, Sebastian called me into his office at 9:00 P.M. The room was dark, the city li

Her eyes kept rolling back from the overwhelming pleasure. Alexander reached forward and wrapped his hand around her throat from behind, choking her lightly while he kept destroying her pussy. The pressure made everything feel more intense. Elena’s moans vibrated around Sebastian’s cock, making him groan and thrust faster. "You’re taking us so well," Sebastian praised, his voice rough. "Such a good girl letting two men use every hole." They went harder. Alexander’s thrusts became more brutal, angling his hips to hit that spot inside her that made her shake.

“You f ucktard! She’s crying.” “Is she?” Zeon peeked at me. “She’s just emotional.” “Fuck you! Get out of my building!” “We’re still talking, Man.” I quickly grabbed Sebastian’s arm when he was about to grab him by the collar. “Fine.” Zeon gave me a meaningful look before walking off. Sebastian swore under his breath , pissed, then turned to face me. “What did he do?” I shook my head quickly then looked away to wipe the tears threatening to spill again. “Nothing, Sir. Where’s that document you need me to draft?”

she shouts, her voice rising over the loud music, slamming into me with so much force, it nearly knocks the breath from my lungs. “Sebastian fucking Voss. He controls parts of the city people don’t even know exist, and he’s involved in underground shady things that’d definitely make your skin crawl. You know it’s scary enough that you were bold enough to say “No” to his face, and now, this?” “Scarlett, breathe” I place two shaky fingers on her shoulder, hiding the fact that my knees can’t hold me up anymore. Every tingling in my chest reminds me of the grave mistake I made minutes ago, but I can’t erase it.

He looked at her with his beautiful but cold eyes and said. "Yes." "How long will your project be completed? Why do you need to come here for this project?" She wanted to know what kind of project it was.....actually she wanted to know everything about him. Instead of answering her question, he said. "You know curiosity is natural but it is a very dangerous disease." "No, I'm just..... "You have opened the wrong page of your book." When Evelyn looked at the book in her lap, it was not yesterday's lecture. Sebastian was looking at her face then how did he know.

She needed to stay in control, always in control. *Sebastian* He was done with these games, after last night he knew for sure that she wanted him and that she would be willing to give in to his demands. It was time to put some pressure on her. He pulled both her hands over her head and held them down with one hand. "I am tired of this shit Amber, you will bow to my will and you will beg like a good girl". "Sebastian for fucks sake let go of me, you can't do this". She didn't really fight to get free, only her eyes were begging.

She sat at the kitchen counter, pretending to read while Sebastian moved through the space with that same controlled ease—calm, precise, unreadable. “Alex is under pressure,” Sebastian said casually, pouring himself coffee. Lily didn’t look up. “That’s not news.” “No,” he agreed. “But the kind of pressure is.” She glanced at him now. “What kind is that?” Sebastian met her gaze evenly. “The kind that doesn’t announce itself.” Her pulse ticked faster. “You sound pleased.” “I’m observant,” he replied. A beat. “Do you think Elara knows?” Lily asked. Sebastian smiled faintly.

Enough to get us killed if used badly. No pressure. At the front door, Sebastian stops me with one hand lightly against my arm. “Before we go in,” he says, “if it turns ugly—” “It will.” “Yes.” His mouth tightens briefly. “If it turns ugly fast, page one matters more than anything anyone says in that room. You get the page. You get out.”