Dylan O Brien Smut Novels & Stories

I muttered, grabbed my things, and then walked out. When I got home, I found Dylan in the room; he was sitting by the window, smoking. I frowned. I didn’t even know he smoked. He stood when he saw me, but I walked past him to the closet without saying a word. I didn’t want to be near him, so I quickly grabbed a towel and got ready to leave for the bathroom, but then he stepped in front of me. I frowned. “What do you want?” “You should know I didn’t get Britney pregnant,” he said. “Yeah, I cheated. I did a lot of stupid things with her. But I swear to God, I didn’t get her pregnant. I’ve always been careful with my bitches.”

“As much as I want to hear your voice I don't think my ears could take any more of your hollering.” “YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! LET ME GO!” Spittle sprayed from his lips as he shouted at my face. But since time was precious, I didn’t wipe it instead I pushed his brother’s tongue on his wide-open mouth before quickly covering it with the duck tape. I stared at him in amusement as he was making a disgusting gagging noise. “It's not that gross you know. Just imagine you're swapping spit with your girlfriend.” His eyes almost bulged from its socket the second I mention a girlfriend. I tilted my head. “I know your girlfriend,” I said in a flat voice.

This was now from another guy, the one who had been doing the excited fist pump. “Urg, what does he even see in her, that slut! He should be wanting me!” I then heard another whispered comment coming from this blond bombshell. One of the girls who had tried to make Damien notice them. I now felt as if I was doing the walk of shame. I knew that from now on, I would no longer have that peaceful office life. Instead Damien Payne had already ruined my reputation as the good intern with just one visit. I released a relieved sigh upon reaching Ben and entering the elevator.

I can feel him behind me as I open hte door. “Dylan, what…” I ask. He has me bent over the vanity counter as he drops to his knees behind me. I feel him spread my legs. I jolt up when he gives my clit a pinch before rubbing a circle on it. I close my eyes as he continues his assault on my clit and pussy. I scream when his hand comes down hard on my ass before rubbing the abused area. I receive two more smacks in quick succession. “MMM, look at you. You like that, don’t you?” Dylan asks.

Seymor picked up the can of beer he dropped and chugged it down until it was empty. Dylan shook his head. “Easier said than done. Trust me, I have stood in front of her door way more than the times I entered my office ever since it was built. But every time I heard her, that-that feeling of being sucked into an abyss always got me.” “So you tucked tail and ran.” Seymor deadpanned, opening a new can of beer. “Cheers! To your bleak future in love life!” Dylan threw an empty can at Seymor which the latter easily dodged in a drunken swerve.

He smiled, "I am Dylan Sabastine, and I am okay because a witch revived me" I was crying and laughing at the same time, oh, yes, he's Dylan Sabastine and he's almost invincible, "That witch had once tried to kill you, I'm so sorry" my voice broke and he pulled me into his arms as tears streamed down my cheeks, "I have caused you so much pain, I'm sorry" he placed a finger on my lips,

“Are you alright? Aren’t you cold?“ Dylan spoke to Gaby. Dylan got up, took his T-shirt from the hut, and handed it to Gaby. “Wear it so you won’t feel cold,” said Dylan. Gaby took it. “Does it stink of sweat, Gaby? It might feed you up with Dylan’s scent.“ said Matt. “Hey, that’s a new wash!“ said Dylan. Gabi wore Dylan’s shirt. She could even smell his scent on the clothes, and she smiled. Dylan has a masculine scent. He never changed his perfume.

Aubree's eyes widened, her breath hitched, and blood drained from her face, causing it to turn pale. Her lips parted in gasp for breath, and her hands flew toward Dylan's hands, clawing at it and trying to pry his hand away, her fingers digging into his skin. Unfortunately, Aubree failed woefully. Dylan gnashed his teeth together in fury. “You slut, what did you take me as? A plaything? A pawn? You dare to shamelessly haggle for someone else's husband. You tell me, how many men have you opened your legs for? You shameless slut. I'll kill you today,“ he said.

Elliot then stopped, “If you don’t want to, it’s okay –“ “No…” Dylan then responded, “It’s okay. I kind of like it. I’m feeling even hornier now.” Elliot smiled and started filming. He then smirked as he eyed Dylan from head to toe. ''You make me so hot, damn it...'’ Dylan smirked back. “Goodness… You’re making your my hole twitch, goddamn it…”

He was smiling like he won the whole universe. I tried to get up, But the doctor beside me stopped me from getting up. “Ashley, don’t get up..” Dylan said, his smile got wider and he even blushed on his cheeks. I was stunned, I fainted and even felt sick but Dylan was happy. “What happened? Why are you smiling like that?” I asked him. “Because Damien is very happy,” Dylan said, I tapered my eyes. “Why? What's the reason for him being happy?”