Sebastian Pressure X Reader Novels & Stories

She snapped at him, " Are you not use to being around women who can read anything they want to? Or do I look like a kid to you?" Sebastian did not like it when he is being talked to that way, backing her into the wall of the shelf he placed his hand on either sides of her, trapping her between him and shelf, " Who are you?" He asked, his eyes going to her slightly parted lips. He had no shirt on and when he leaned in closer Serena felt the room spinning, his aftershave was quite alluring and her eyes were glued to his muscular chest, it was hairless, smooth. Her body began to tremble when he drew his face closer to hers, her breasts moving rapidly up and down and she fought the urge to reach

I really hope it does work out for you all…. Sebastian turned to face her fully, and with a slow intensity that made her toes curl he drew her close and kissed her, his arms trapping her against his chest. When he exerted a slight pressure so that she lay back down on the bed, she couldn’t help the tiny moans of acquiescence and anticipation. He put his two hands on either side of her and pulled away, looking down at her. He ran the back of his hand down one hot cheek. ‘If it wasn’t for you I’d most likely be staring at the bottom of an empty whisky bottle now and cursing everyone

, but Sebastian didn't stop. He grabbed my nipple, bit down on it, and rubbed it against his tongue."Oh, it hurts ... stop!"I begged him, but he laughed cynically and said "You're lying" then he grabbed my pants and pulled them down. I felt a wet sensation between my exposed buttocks. Sebastian smiled proudly and looked at me. I couldn't deny it, I was already wet. Without hesitation, he kept my legs open and looked at the entrance, my penis that could not erect due to the medication began to harden and shake. And this time I was very scared, but I was very excited. I must have gone crazy! because of what Sebastian was doing to me." Sebastian ...!I called his name fiercely, that's when he th

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.”

Eli pressed. He pressed the button. The sound that started in Sebastian's throat this time was considerably harder to contain and he pressed his lips together so hard they went bloodless and gripped the rope behind him with everything he had and stared at the ceiling and breathed and breathed and breathed. Eli set the book down. He stood up slowly. He crossed the room and crouched in front of Sebastian and looked up at his face. "You are doing so well." He pressed quietly. His eyes completely steady. "So well Sebastian."

he replied and I heard the door open I turned to face a frustrated Xavier his hair messy most likely from being under the snow cap. "You must be Xavier," Sebastian said standing up outstretching his hand. "I'm Sebastian," he added and Xavier shook his hand confidence radiating off him. He was intimidating even more so when he wanted to be and I knew Sebastian felt the power, control and confidence radiating off him. "Xavier Persons," he said giving him a small smile before pulling away sitting beside me.

Killian enquiries, taking Sebastian's other arm over his shoulder and guiding him towards the nurse's office. "I'm….. Ahhh." Sebastian screams in pain when he feels immense pressure on his leg. Why is it hurting so bad? It didn't look that bad before. Killian shakes his head in displeasure before telling Nick to leave Sebastian's arm. Sebastian looks at him in confusion but then he turns the deepest shade of red when Killian picks him up bridal style. "Put me down, Price! What are you doing? Everyone is watching." Sebastian protests, trying not to look at anyone, being too afraid to catch their judgemental stares.

It was like a game layered on top of another game, and I was playing by rules I didn’t know fully, but hated on instinct. The practice concluded peacefully. No confrontation. No challenge to the limit of open fire. It was almost worse for that. Asher came over, sweat dampening his hair. “Are you ready to go?” “Yes,” I said, getting to my feet. Sebastian prevented us from reaching the exit. “Good control,” he observed lightly. “A lot of people break under these sorts of pressures.” Asher stilled, standing tall. “The majority of people doesn’t exert pressure for fun.”

Rosalie was silent for a long time. “Sebastian, so much has happened between us, but please believe that everything will work out. I’ve been by your side all this time. Can you not…pressure me?” Seeing the redness in Rosalie’s eyes, Sebastian lowered his gaze, thought for a moment, then took her arm. “Rose, I never wanted to pressure you. I was just confused, and now that you’ve told me, I feel…” “Are you angry?” Rosalie asked. “If you’re angry, just tell me.”