Sebastian Pressure X Reader Novels & Stories

A line drawn. Sebastian looked down at her, eyes unreadable. “You don’t get to dictate that unilaterally.” “I just did.” For a beat, neither moved. Power pressed against power, neither yielding, neither willing to be the first to blink. The vineyard hummed below them, oblivious. Then Sebastian reached out for her wrist, his grip was firm, grounding, his thumb brushing once over her pulse. “You’re shaking,” he said. “I’m angry,” she snapped back. “Same thing, when you’re cornered.”

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.

And then the pressure could no longer be contained. "Sebastian..." I moaned, calling his name. His fingers were suddenly in my mouth and I sucked them. Sebastian groaned. I gasped as I nearly came. "Let it go, wife," he declared. "I'll follow you next." And I did. I gave in to the pressure. My body shook and Sebastian followed, roaring like a beast, planting all his seed inside me. He landed on top of me, crushing me with his weight, but fucking loved it. My hands wrapped him.

Charlotte was good, really fucking good at sucking my clit with the proper pressure to get me building quickly. I was drunk on pleasure, so much so, when Sebastian slipped down the bed and kneeled on the floor behind her; I had watched as if outside of my body, he spread her bottom and dove headfirst into licking her pussy, and it was hot to see his face buried there between her legs. So fucking hot to watch him make her squirm. Yet she never relented, and we cried out together as she slipped her fingers inside me as he had her. It was then that I knew sharing Sebastian wasn't as dire as he thought it might be.

I say. Sebastian leans forward, brushing his fingers along my jaw, trailing towards my neck, over the mark. The storm in his dark eyes gravitates towards my wide eyes, he flashes me a smirk, showing a hinting of glistering canines. "I wouldn't doubt that." He stands up from his chair, face coming dangerously close to mine and I hold my breath, frozen in anticipation. He reaches around me and grabs a file. With a smirk loaded with mirth and haughtiness, Sebastian leans back and opens the file, the pen in it tells me he's been working on it.

"I'm handsome, rich, not married so, people assume I'm some kind of man-whore. They assume I'm straight." "Ahh." Margaret comes to a certain realization. "Are you afraid of what people might think should you date River openly?" "Honestly, no, but for some reason he is." He shakes his head. "River keeps focusing on my reputation." "Do you think he's using that as an excuse to run?" "I think he's just not telling me what he wants." Sebastian concludes, ashamed of himself and his advances. "He just got out of a bad relationship. I'm putting too much pressure on him, and I didn't even realize it till now."

Author's pov Cecilia’s patience snapped. She met his stare with eyes that held a cool, dangerous glint. "There’s nothing to discuss, Xavier. I know what you’re going to say—that I should leave Sebastian, that you can offer me something better." She leaned forward, her voice low but clear. "My answer is no. I love Sebastian. Only Sebastian. Accept that, and move on." Alpha Sebastian’s eyes glinted with satisfaction as he deliberately ignored Alpha Xavier ’s barely contained fury and smoothly changed the subject.

Sebastian growled, charging toward Xavier. Xarvier didn’t flinch. He didn’t move. Instead, a faint smile touched his lips. From what I could see, these two weren’t friends, they were rivals. “And if I don’t,” Xarvier said calmly, “what will you do about it?” He lifted my bruised hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it. Without warning, Alpha Sebastian struck him. The blow sent Xarvier crashing to the ground. Fear flooded me. My vision blurred as panic clawed its way through my chest. I knew what would happen if Sebastian turned his anger on me. The little strength I had left drained away, and darkness pulled me under.

"I'm going to bring you to the brink over and over. Each time, I'm going to deny you. And each time, the pressure will build higher. By the time I finally let you come, it's going to feel like your soul is leaving your body." The vibrator returns. Different angle this time, pressed directly against my clit with devastating precision. I climb again — faster this time, the denied orgasm still lurking just beneath the surface. "Please — please, Sir, I need—" Gone again. I sob. Actually sob, tears streaming, chest heaving, my entire being focused on the desperate, aching need between my legs. "How does it feel?" Sebastian asks, his voice maddeningly calm. "To want something so badly and not be a

Kaira remarked, attempting to ignore the tingling sensation his fingers left behind or the way they seemed to creep higher beneath her skirt, distracting her from scrolling on her phone. “And you, my dear, are quite responsive,” Sebastian replied, clearly noticing her discomfort but feigning innocence. Kaira shut her eyes and bit her lip, exhaling sharply as his fingers brushed the edge of her underwear, all while he kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead. “I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m already pregnant, given how you’re always all over me,” Kaira said, closing her eyes as he withdrew his hand to rest it on her thigh. Sebastian glanced at her briefly, a teasing chuckle escaping his lips. “It