Sebastian Sallow X Reader Novels & Stories

The moment I stepped outside, I exhaled, my chest rising and falling, like I had just stepped out of something suffocating. And then I saw it. The same SUV pulled into the compound smoothly, the engine quiet but unmistakable. Damon. “Hey,” he said, stepping out with that same easy smile. Before I could respond, the door behind me opened again. “Evelyn, what do you mean you won’t—” Sebastian’s voice cut off the moment his eyes landed on the car. On Damon. The air shifted instantly. “So, it’s really true?” Sebastian said, his voice changing, twisting into something ugly. “You’re becoming a whore?”

The wet squelch of flesh on flesh filled the hall as Sebastian drove deeper, grinding against that sensitive prostate until Jayden’s thighs trembled violently. “Look at you.” Sebastian snarled, his voice low and dripping with dominance. He moved his hand from his throat so that it could fist into Jayden’s salt-and-pepper hair, yanking his head back sharply while his other hand gripped a meaty hip, fingers digging bruises into pale skin.

He's my master, my husband, but at this moment, I'm unsure if any of that still holds true. How did I get here? Sean and I were doing well, despite our fair share of issues. I love being his submissive. Then, he introduced Steve, a friend, into our lives. Steve is truly amazing, but the problem is he fell in love with me, and unknowingly, I fell for him too. Yesterday marked the breaking point, where everything came together and fell apart at the same time.

He starts breathing heavier, blowing large breathes out of his mouth, huffing as her nose touches his skin. “Fuck, fuck!” Sebastian moans as her head starts to move. “Swallow Tempe, I want to feel it.” Tempe smirks and swallows, making Sebastian have to think about anything else not to cum. Cole- This could be the rest of our lives buddy. Even I feel how good this is. Sebastian- Fuck! I should have refused her orgasm to make her agree to make me Alpha. Cole- Then you wouldn’t have gotten this. Damn, even I want to cum.

“Just stay there.” Rosie nodded obediently. Sebastian stared at the document in his hand again, but he had stopped reading several minutes ago. His thoughts were a mess. Because despite everything he told himself— Despite all his hatred— Despite reminding himself over and over that Rosie was someone he should never care about— The image of her looking up at him earlier with flushed cheeks and trusting eyes kept replaying inside his head. And that made him feel dangerously out of control. --- Dear Gentle Readers , There will be 2 separate version for Chapter 43 : the clean PG13 one and the raw one. The raw version will have mature scenes. You may read according to your preference. This author

The bookshelf was cold against Damian's shoulder blades, but Sebastian was warm beneath him. "Still want the diary back?" Damian asked. Sebastian's answer was to pull Damian's hoodie over his head. The sex was different too. Not the desperate roughness of the abandoned rink. Not the slow tenderness of Sebastian's bedroom. This was wild, laughing, breathless—a mess of hands and mouths and half-removed clothes. Damian's back pressed against the bookshelf. Sebastian's hands gripped his thighs. The shelf creaked. Books fell. Neither of them cared.

I needed to get inside, to pull my submissive out of this den of men before it was too late. “I’m Sebastian,” I said, extending my hand. “And you?” “Allison,” the second girl replied, gesturing to her sister. “And this is Emilie.” Emilie remained silent, her gaze unreadable. Not that it mattered. Once inside, I’d ditch them and find Aria. “Pleasure,” I said, giving Emilie’s hand a firm squeeze before thrusting the invitation at the guards. The doors swung open. And we stepped into the lion’s den. ---

She’d come down alone just after dawn, wrapped in a throw blanket, curled sideways like she was trying to vanish into the cushions. Her cheeks were flushed, her brow pinched in a sleep-sour wince. Her scent was sharp with pain and hormonal shift—citrus tangled with discomfort. She hadn’t asked for water. Or food. Or Ezra. She just... laid there. Sebastian moved barefoot through the kitchen, quiet and purposeful. His scent lingered low and constant in the room: warm lavender and the soft spice of omega pheromones, thickened by poor sleep. His sweatshirt slipped off one shoulder, sleeves shoved to the elbows. Underneath, only boxer-briefs and the half-lidded look of someone who hadn’t slept bu

Zara stretched her hand to give it to her but he smelled it like a pervert walking towards her making her blush even more. “I don’t mind. Maybe I can have you after that” She snatched her bra from him and put it on. Sebastian folded his arms licking his lips staring at her body shamelessly. “You had me already pervert” She scolded him and threw his boxers at his face. Sebastian put them on pouting like a kid. “You know what I mean Sunshine. I want you in every possible way not like this. I hate it”

Slight moans escaped Sebastian’s lips as he kept thrusting. He slowed down his fast pace and began to thump hard. He glided upward, deep inside of her. He touched her most sensitive spot. “F**k, Sebastian,” She cried with gritted teeth, she grabbed his bare back tight like she was going to pierce his skin. “Uhmm…” She bit the whole of her lower lips and threw her head backward. “Argh… argh…” Sebastian groaned as he felt himself approaching his climax very fast. He groaned in blissful agony and quickly pulled out of her. He beat his flesh very fast and exploded, creaming her lower belly with his white c*m.