Sebastian Pressure X Reader Novels & Stories

His broad shoulders towered over me, making me tilt my head up. My eyes widened when he pressed even closer, our chests touching. The pressure in my chest grew as my heart pounded rapidly. I could hear its loud thumping. My nipples hardened at the contact with his massive chest, even though we were still fully clothed—and he noticed. And damn me for liking how that felt! “Sebastian, please,” I whispered, growing impatient and anxious that someone might come looking for us. But deep down, I wanted to stay like this. Hell, I even wanted more. More of this. More of him.

Sebastian continued to growl, his black eyes not breaking from the Alpha’s while I’m slowly pulled even closer to him, my hands having to rest on his chest as I stared at his face in shock but also, total astonishment. “A part of me does wish the documents take some time to finalise, it will give me much time to hone my skills so each hit or slice I place upon your body, can inflict the most severe pain possible.” Sebastian grinned, this time his arm wraps around my shoulders pulling me straight into his body, the entire area sinking into even more intoxicating darkness the deeper Sebastian fell into the anger he was experiencing.

King Sebastian just walked in from the bathroom, but she's so scared of looking at him. "Come here," His hoarse voice echo in her head, and she quickly stands up to her feet. She glances at him sitting on the edge of the bed with just a black towel wrapped around his waist. It's her first time seeing him naked, but admiring his perfectly built abs and the broad chest is the last thing on her mind. Why should she admire her parents' killer? "My shoulders hurt. I suppose you know how to massage?" He asks, and she slowly nods her head.

Her hand drifted to her neck, her fingertips caressing the sensitive skin with a gentle touch that sent a shiver down Sebastian's spine. Sebastian's jaw clenched, his voice remaining steady as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Flaubert's exploration of the human condition, particularly the monotony and desires of provincial life, resonates deeply with readers." His eyes darted back to Adeline, his gaze burning with a mixture of desire and warning.

Fuck it, this is crucial. I pressed the call button and waited, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I thought this was all some sick joke of some sort. There was no way, that a Harris-no, two Harrison brothers could be attracted to me. It was impossible. Physically impossible. They could literally have any girl they wanted on this earth, but...they wanted me? Sebastian must be slipping some type of drug into Williams drink, and his drink as well. "...hello?" Beth groaned. I didn't even take the time to greet her, I just started talking like the terrible mess I was.

When I go to the mall, he’s there… even when I’m picking out lingerie, which makes me blush, because I don’t usually wear anything that sexy. Sebastian makes me feel like a whore in bed, and it’s as if he can completely control my senses—especially when he gives me the space to uncover what I truly desire. I’ve had enough sex with him, honestly, almost all the time. My body gets sore. There were even moments when I had to rush to the doctor because I was bleeding—cervical bruises from too much of it.

She didn’t touch me directly, not yet, but the pressure pressed closer every day. Daniel leaned back in his chair, smirking as if he enjoyed the spectacle. “She’s unraveling. You see it, don’t you?” “She looks perfectly in control to me,” I muttered. “Exactly.” Daniel tapped his temple. “That’s how you know. When people try too hard to look steady, they’re already slipping.” Later that afternoon, Sebastian passed me a stack of papers outside his office. His tone was professional, distant to anyone listening. But as his hand brushed mine in the exchange, he murmured so softly no one else could hear:

* "Unless you'd rather keep playing hard to get?" *Your breath caught in your throat as Sebastian's hands explored your face and body with a newfound tenderness. The heat of his touch seeped into your skin, making you acutely aware of every point of contact between you.* *"I...I'm not playing anything," you managed to stammer, feeling your cheeks burn even hotter. "It's just...we shouldn't do this. It's weird, given our history..."* *Despite your words, you found yourself leaning into his touch, craving more of that intoxicating closeness. Sebastian's proximity was both comforting and unnerving, stirring up long-buried feelings you'd rather keep hidden.*

Take away the sport, and I was just a broken shell, a medical statistic inside a government file. Across the room, Sebastian stood like a statue. He didn’t move toward me. He didn’t use his massive physical presence to corner me against the cushions. His black shirt was open at the collar, his broad chest rising and falling in deep, heavy breaths as he fought down the rising demands of his own Alpha nature. The scent of cedarwood was still intense, but the sharp, hostile bite from the alleyway had shifted into something else. It was dense, grounded, and steady.