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thefallennightmare · 2 days ago

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Hey. Hi. Hello. How are ya?

The whore on my shoulder has been loud since I saw The Plot In You on Saturday. Because of my texts with @artificialbreezy this morning, I’ve decided to listen to her and the whore on my shoulder and write this drabble. It's kind of long for a blurb/drabble. So please enjoy!

Landon Tewers x Reader w/ slight Noah Sebastian x Reader.

18+ SMUT BELOW THE CUT(hate fucking with unprotective P in V, mean and possessive Landon, shower sex, choking, fingering, biting, spanking, teasing, brat!reader, peeping Noah).

“I swear, Lana! I faked it. Every time.”

She looked at me with wide eyes trying not to choke on her sandwich as we sat around catering. The Plot in You and Bad Omens were touring together and it was nearing the end of the first week out of three. It was the first time I met anyone in the Bad Omens camp and since we both were the only females in each of our camps, Lana and I meshed well together. It also helped that we both were photographers.

“You didn’t even get one?” She asked, dropping her voice since someone walked past our table.

“Well, with my ex boyfriend. I faked it all. Now, I’m determined to make sure I get at least one before the guy gets off,” I admitted but then snapped my mouth shut when another body stood behind her.

Looking away from Lana and up to the man that now stood behind her, looking through the spread of food. The tattoos on his thick arms glittered in the light of the room and when he glanced over his shoulder at me, I couldn’t take my eyes away from the snake and apple tattoo on his neck as his Adam’s apple bobbed slowly.

“Hi,” I gave Noah a small wave as crimson warmed my cheeks when I remembered what happened yesterday.

I accidently walked into the Bad Omens green room thinking it was the one for The Plot in You and managed to catch Noah mid dress. He was shirtless and stepping into his stage pants. My mumbled apology fell off my lips when I saw all those tattoos donning his skin and the very prominent hard on underneath his briefs. Noah made no move to kick me out, instead he backed me up into a corner, hands resting on my hips.

“Need something?” He asked.

“Depends on if you want to give it to me,” I playfully shot back.

He hummed while slinking his hand underneath my hoodie, fingers grazing over the blazing skin of my stomach. “All you have to do is ask.”

“I want you to make me cum with those long fingers. Think you can do that, Noah?” I breathed over his lips.

He didn’t say anything, simply pulled down my jeans to my ankles.

Noah now gave me a smile before gathering a plate of food to go sit at the table right behind me. When I saw who Noah sat next to, my heart stuttered in my chest when I locked eyes with a pair of dark eyes that had clearly been watching me. Not just today but ever since I started working for The Plot In You two months ago.

Landon scratched at his chin, sending a wink my way, which made me spin back in my chair to face Lana.

“What’s going on between you two?” she wondered.

I blinked while shifting in my chair. “Me and Noah? No-nothing. We’ve just been flirting, that’s all.”

Lana raised her brow with a sly smirk. “I meant with you and Landon.”

“Oh,” I mouthed while feeling a burning gaze at the back of my head.

For two months, Landon and I had a complicated relationship. We would flirt with each other but not in the way you’d expect. Landon liked to tease me while I was a brat with him and couldn’t control my mouth. What started as light physical contact like the occasional brushing of hands or his hand on my lower back when he needed to walk past me soon became something more. Any chance he could, Landon would corner me and whisper filthy things in my ear to gauge my reaction. Most of the time I’d be so caught off guard that I would gaze up at him like a deer in headlights. When I did gain the courage, I would find the most revealing yet modest outfit to wear while working, showing off the right parts of my body that drove him wild.

The other night was the first time that we got sexual when he pulled me into his bunk while we drove to the next city and whispered five words in my ear.

“Need to taste you, baby.”

Of course, I didn’t say no. I’d been riled up all week and needed a good orgasm that wasn’t brought on by my vibrator or hand.

Yet, it never happened. Because as Landon was in the middle of devouring me, my hands gripping the back of his head so he couldn’t leave, his phone rang.

“No, please,” I whined when he pulled away. I’d been so close to my orgasm and was starved for it.

He kissed the inside of my thigh. “Just give me a few minutes. I’ll be right back.”

After laying there naked from the waist down for fifteen minutes, I swallowed the lump of embarrassment in my throat and got myself dressed again, leaving his bunk. Neither of us said anything about that night which made me believe it wasn’t what he imagined.

I wasn’t what he imagined.

“There is absolutely nothing going on with Landon and I,” I finally told Lana while pushing away my plate of food, suddenly not hungry. “We just like to have fun teasing each other.”

“I think what you and Noah are doing is fun. Which is fine. You’re single, you deserve to have fun. But I think whatever is going on between you and Landon is more serious.”

“What do you mean?” I pursed my lips.

She began gathering her things before motioning over my shoulder. “He hasn’t stopped staring at you since you stepped into the room. And the look he has in his eyes tells me everything I already knew.”

With a wave, Lana left me alone at the table with only my thoughts.

Not for long, however.

Landon kicked out the chair next to me before falling into it, dark amber eyes pinning me in place.

“Need something?” I asked with a narrowed gaze and rubbed my sweaty palms on my bare thighs.

A smirk played on his pink lips underneath his mustache as he leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “With me you won’t be faking because you’ll be fucked like the whore you are.”

My face blanched for a moment, wondering if I’d heard him correctly, but then anger festered low in my gut when it finally registered what he said.

“Fuck you, Landon!” I seethed while pushing away from him and rising to my feet, him sitting laxed in the chair as he looked up at me.

He shrugged. “All you have to do is get on your knees and beg.”

I sneered while snatching my camera off the table. “All you are is fucking talk. You talk such a big game to make up for your shit performance in the bedroom! You couldn’t even get me off the other night!”

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing to watch us as I dared a glance over to Noah who was watching with an amused smirk on his face probably because he felt proud that he was able to get me off while Landon couldn’t.

Landon slowly rose to his feet so he could peer down at me. His breathing was deep and even, almost scary from how calm he was. It was the muscle in his jaw ticking that told me he was trying hard not to retort back.

But of course, I was a brat, so I stood up on the tips on my toes to whisper in his ear, letting my hands rest over his broad chest.

“At least Noah was able to get me off.”

Oh, I really fucked up.

All because I couldn’t keep my stupid mouth shut.

After leaving Landon behind in catering, I needed to be alone which is why I decided to take a shower in the tour bus bathroom. The show was in a few hours so I needed to get ready for it anyway. I’d been alone under the scalding water for less than five minutes before the door to the bathroom clicked open causing me to peer through the steam covered class, seeing Landon leaving against the door with a sly smirk.

“What are you doing?” I asked, slightly shocked he managed to sneak in but made no move to cover myself.

“You said I had a shitty performance in the bedroom. Do you want to find out?” He asked while taking off his button up shirt, leaving him in a pair of jeans and a white tee.

I should say no.

I should tell him to fuck off and leave.

But I didn’t.

Which is how I found myself pressed up against the plastic wall of the tour bus shower, Landon harshly whispering in my ear, dragging his teeth along the lobe, as the water splashed against his large back.

“You’re such a fucking brat, you know that?”

A loud smack echoed in the tiny shower when he brought his hand down on my ass causing me to yell out in slight pain and arousal.

I bit my tongue nearly drawing blood so I didn’t ask him to do it again.

“Fuck you, Landon,” I spit out instead, the anger from our earlier argument still brewing deep in my gut.

A dark chuckle brushed against the back of my neck as he pressed his cock against my ass.

“You can act like you hate me all you want, baby. But you keep pushing that perfect ass against me. I know what you want. But the question is, do you deserve it?”

Yes I do.

“Go fuck-oh.”

My threat fell away when his finger brushed along my folds, slowly teasing my clit.

“Is this for me? Or for him?”

Don’t say something bratty. Don’t say something bratty.

“Noah knows how to touch a woman,” I shot back over my shoulder.

Landon let out a low growl while kicking my feet farther apart and bringing my ass closer to his hips so I was bent over, hands spread on the shower wall. I knew I didn’t need any foreplay, I was ready to go, and it seemed like Landon knew this as well because he angled his cock at my entrance.

“Do I-?”

I shook my head, already knowing what he was going to ask. “I’m clean.”

Our moans tangled together when Landon pressed inside of me, meeting some resistance so he pulled out slightly before going deeper this time.

“That’s it,” he grunted while resting his forehead on the back of my shoulder. “Take all of it, Y/N.”

The sound of him fucking me over powered the noise of the shower as he ruthlessly snapped his cock in and out of me. I clawed at the wall, trying to grasp onto something to keep grounded, and the familiar bliss of euphoria began to burn low in my gut. My orgasm was so close and I needed to finally tip over the edge so I dragged my hand down my stomach towards my clit.

Landon smacked it away. “Hands on the wall.”

“I hate you,” I grumbled while doing what he said.

His pace was ruthless, never letting up as his cock speared me open and hitting that spot each and every time.

“Oh, God.” I panted.

Landon’s nails dug into the skin of my hips to keep me planted as his cock swelled inside of me, indicating he was close too.

“Say my name,” he breathed into the skin of my back, his mustache tickling my spine.

His cock is inside of you, don’t be a fucking brat.

Once again, I did not listen to the voice inside my brain.

“Noah,” I moaned while dropping a hand to my clit, rubbing fast circles. “SHIT!”

Landon stopped mid thrust to wrap his thick and tattooed arm around my throat, bringing me flush against his chest. By now the water had run cold, chills covering my body, and when I tried to get him to move again, Landon chuckled darkly.

“If you want me to keep going, Y/N, let me hear you say it,” he bit down on the side of my neck.

“No,” I shot back but still tried to get him to move inside of me.

The fire of my orgasm was beginning to dwindle.

Landon began pulling his cock out of my tight folds, making me whimper in a pathetic mess.

“Please,” I dug my nails into the ink on his arm. “Don’t.”

The head of his cock was the only thing inside of me and I whined, never feeling this empty before.

“You sound so fucking pretty when you whine for my cock. Just say my name and it’s all yours,” he said in between nipping and sucking on my neck.

His name was quiet as it fell from my lips with a beg but it wasn’t enough for Landon.

“Use your manners, baby. I need you to speak up so I know what you want,” his cock was nearly all the way pulled out.

“Fuck,” I wrapped a hand behind his head. “Please, Landon. I need your cock. Please, I promise I’ll be good.”

With a hand over my cheek, he turned my face towards him so our lips were meters apart.

“That’s my girl,” he praised before crashing our mouths together and filled me up again.

Our tongues fought for dominance and I wasn’t going to give up, something Landon so he let me take the reins of our kiss while he brought me closer to that familiar edge of euphoria again. With past relationships, I was never able to orgasm by intercourse, I always needed something extra to help. But with Landon, he was able to make those stars dance at the corners of my vision and my stomach fluttered just with his cock.

Pulling away from our kiss, Landon rested his forehead against mine, the water running down his tattoos. “You can tell me you hate me all you want, Y/N. But the way your pussy is gripping me tells me otherwise.”

Movement through the shower panes of the door caught my attention as I looked into the mirror of the bathroom, nearly falling to my knees in Landon’s grasp. The familiar snake and apple neck tattoo stared at me in the reflection of the glass. Landon must not have shut the door completely so Noah was watching through the small slit opening.

I tapped Landon’s arm, trying to get his attention that Noah was watching but it only made him fuck me even harder. “Let him watch, baby. Let him know what he can’t have.”

I tried my best to meet his pace but it was so erratic, I opted to fall deeper into his body as his grip around me tightened when my orgasm finally tore me. I let out a loud scream, writhing in his grasp.

A large hand clamped over my mouth and Landon pressed me against the wall of the shower, his stomach fleshed against my back.

“You need to be quiet. I can’t have the guys hear how pretty you sound coming apart on my cock.”

Landon fucked me through the after shocks with a few thrusts before his cock twitched, finally spilling himself inside of me while panting my name.

Almost immediately he pulled out to turn off the water of the shower, both of us freezing, and I hazily turned around to face him. I stole a glance to the mirror in the bathroom, expecting to see Noah, and I couldn’t ignore the way my stomach dropped when I didn’t see him there anymore.

“I still fucking hate you,” I grumbled.

He snickered while gripping my chin so I had no choice but to meet the fire in his eyes.

“If you keep up with that attitude, I might need some help in punishing you next time.”

I gulped while wrapping my arms around me. “Some help?”

A sinister smirk broke out on Landon’s face. “Do you want to find out?”

Please.

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