Sebastian X Player Pressure Novels & Stories

I fill my mouth with water to prevent me from shooting it off at Sebastian, but he can tell I'm pissed from the death stare I throw his way. "Andrew is being a team player, not putting himself first, unlike you." Sam scolds Sebastian, but it just adds fuel to the blazing fire that is set to explode. "Of course, you back him up, you've showered Stephenson in favouritism ever since you stepped foot onto my field," Seb says coldly, his eyes fixated on me like I'm his target. "I guess if I were fucking your daughter, then I'd get away with sloppy plays too."

I glanced at Lucas for guidance, but I didn’t miss the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed anxiously. “If you know more about this then you’re letting on, I need to know,” Sebastian said. There was a firmness to his gaze that I couldn’t escape. I felt it boring into me like a set of knives. Blades twisting in my gut. I wanted to collapse right there under the pressure of his glare.

The afternoon of the championship game, I waited outside the players’ entrance behind the arena. Sebastian stepped out of his car in partial practice gear, his hair still damp from the shower and an equipment bag slung over one shoulder. The second he saw me, his expression changed. “What are you doing here?” “I came to send you off,” I said. “I thought you might be nervous.” “I’m not nervous.” “You’re lying.” A smile tugged briefly at the corner of his mouth, but he did not argue. He dropped the equipment bag beside his feet and looked at me for a moment like he still could not quite believe I was actually staying.

Sebastian felt extremely pressured as his parents both fixed an odd gaze on him. “Don’t misunderstand. It’s just that he’s always been alone. We should find him a partner so that he has a girlfriend to keep him company and console him,” Sebastian explained in a hurry. “What obstacles has he encountered? Why does he need someone else to console and care for him?” Simon did not think that Claude needed a woman’s consolation.

If he overloaded the pressure, the methane gas from the seabed would turn the entire platform into a bomb. "Harper," Sebastian activated his comms. "Take off." "Where are you?" Harper’s voice was frantic. "We are waiting!" "I have to stop the launch," Sebastian reached the valve. It was rusted shut. He gripped it with both hands. "Go, Harper. Fly." "No!" Harper screamed. "I am not leaving you!" "You have to," Sebastian gritted his teeth, pushing the valve. Groan. It wouldn't budge. His suit was dead. He needed more power. He screamed, pouring every ounce of his own biological strength into the turn. His muscles tore. His bones creaked.

He doubted if druids were forgiving but he still had to show courtesy. Sebastian sighed in frustration, he was sure that minutes had passed. The druid stayed there like a statue doing nothing, literally absolutely nothing! "Why are you here?" The moment he says this he falls to his knees. Sebastian feels a strong pressure pressing him down, it felt like gravity had ganged up on him with all it's power. "Please...stop", he says. But the pressure only doubles on him forcing him further down. "Who are you?" "What?" Who am I?

“Good. Then leave Sinclair R.E. on the list. They scored the highest.” Daniel nodded slowly, though uncertainty lingered. “Still... they’re new. Are they strong enough to convince the developers?” Sebastian didn’t answer right away. His eyes drifted to the window, watching Boston’s skyline slide past under the fading light. “If they’ve got what it takes, they’ll prove it.” Daniel said nothing more, though in his head he was screaming, Boss, are you trying to give them the project or not? The past two weeks had been brutal. Sebastian had barely shown up at the office, always flying off somewhere, burying himself in nonstop meetings and late nights. His staff was burning out under the pressure

Seraphina's POV I writhed in place, desperate, nearly feral. My hips twisted helplessly, trying to shift the angle. I needed the cold, unyielding pressure of his shoe to drag directly across my swollen clit-or hell, even just to nudge the dripping, aching entrance that pulsed with emptiness. Just a little more pressure... just a little contact... But Sebastian was a master of denial. A cruel artist. His shoe always slipped away just as the friction became too much. Teasing. Deliberate.

"It's not that. Just... Shouldn't there be some sort of trial period?" After a moment's thought, Sebastian chose to be upfront. "I'm just an intern at the moment, with limited experience. I'm worried I might not meet your expectations." "Responsibility, modesty, and talent—you've got it all. Experience will come in time," Xoan assured him, checking his watch. Time was slipping away, and they could not afford to waste another minute. "If you're ready, let's go," Xoan said. Sebastian was over the moon. That was the break he had been dreaming of. He nodded vigorously. "Got it. I'll get my things and be right there!"

"Two different things? I thought it was the same pressure!" "No, fatty. Trust me. The pressure and grip I exert are certainly different. Next time, feel it with your whole body's sensitivity. I have gripped you in the swimming pool, in the airplane toilet cubicle, in bed. All those grips and pressures are certainly different from what happened at the hospital today." Sebastian pleaded sincerely. He realized everything he had done to Tera's body. The pressures and physical demands he had exerted on the woman. "So, you promise not to do it again?"