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thefallennightmare · 16 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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thefallennightmare · 10 days ago

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Corrupt: Part 1 / 2

Pairings: Landon Tewers x OFC! Dove

Warnings: 18+ CW(Some moments of Mean! Landon, Innocent OFC, angst, language, drinking, smoking, drug use, smut that includes fingering, oral with male and female receiving, hand job, slight voyeurism, public sex, rough sex, dom! Landon with a sub! Ofc, bondage, unprotected p in v, and use of sex toys.)

Summary: Landon only had one mission in mind when his eyes landed on the new photographer for The Plot in You. Corrupt her innocence.

Authors Note: Ok, I know the summary sucks but I promise it's going to be good. This is part one and part two will be posted sometime next week! If you want to be tagged, let me know! There is also quite a big easter egg in this so I'm curious to see if anyone finds it!

THIS IS ALL FICTION. NONE OF THIS IS REAL OR TRUE.

DOVE

The inside of the venue was filled to the brim as I maneuvered my way through the crowd who wouldn’t give way, them thinking I was trying to cut my way to the barricade. Sweat gathered at the base of my neck underneath my long strands of hair as I muttered a meek excuse me as I finally pushed myself through an opening of the crowd, hazel eye scanning for a bright blob of teal hair that had a camera strapped around her neck.

“Where are you?” I grumbled under my breath, adjusting the strap of my bag.

As I continued to scan around the packed venue looking for my cousin or his girlfriend, I felt the heat stick to my skin and I was thankful I opted in wearing an olive green sundress, the Los Angeles sun burning me as I made the short walk to the venue from my apartment.

A blur of teal on the stage caught my eye and I immediately called out to it.

“FAYE!”

A head snapped up from her camera over to me, a wide smile breaking out on her face. “Dove, hey!”

Faye jumped down from the stage, whispering something to the security guard that stood on the other side of the barricade. His brows furrowed as he eyes bounced from me to Faye before eventually nodding. With a wave to me, I hesitantly followed his orders to walk around the other side of the barricade to where they stood.

“Won’t you get in trouble?” I asked her after we parted from our hug.

I ignored the handful of stares on my back from the others in the crowd that clearly were upset I’d managed to get on the other side of the barricade.

“You’re fine! Matt worked it out with the security,” Faye motioned for me to follow her to the back area of the venue.

“Where is my cousin, anyway?” I rubbed at my elbow as the noise of the crowd who patiently waited for the show to start faded away.

“He’s somewhere around here. I helped him set up for The Ghost Inside but I haven’t seen him since,” Faye said as we walked down the hall towards the green room.

Earlier today, I’d gotten a text from my cousin asking if I wanted a job for the night. Matt knew how desperate I was for work since moving to L.A last month so when a job opportunity arose, he immediately thought of me.

“So who’s this band he has me working for tonight?” I asked once we were inside the quiet room.

Faye set her camera down on one of the tables before sitting on top of it, legs swinging in the air. “The Plot in You. They’re the second opening band so you have a bit. Their full time photographer quit last night so they’ve scrambling. I was going to do it tonight until Matt mentioned you.”

“Remind me to thank him when I see him,” I smiled.

Faye shook her phone. “Matt’s on his way. He was in catering with Landon.”

I furrowed my brows. “Who?”

“Oh, right! Landon is the vocalist for The Plot in You. He’s the one Matt referred you to.”

As I worked through setting up my own camera, I let out a deep sigh. “This isn’t another attempt to set me up with someone, is it?”

“No,” she rolled her eyes playfully before becoming serious. “Matt and I know how your last relationship kind of fucked you up mentally so we’re not pushing some guy on you unless one of the guys catches your eye tonight. Then count me as your wing woman.”

When Matt introduced me to Faye months ago while he was back in Texas visiting, we immediately clicked. Due to my last relationship, I didn’t have many female friends so to have Faye, it was comforting. I had someone I could rely on when I needed advice.

Growing up, I was an only child, born to two parents who really didn’t give a shit. They both worked all the time, meaning I spent most days and nights by myself doing homework or extra studying because I saw the life my parents had growing up and I refused to be like them. They were distant, meaning I had to learn about life on my own. I bought myself pads when I first got my period at age twelve with the money I stole from my dads wallet. I had my first kiss at 16 with a guy I thought was interested in me only to find out he was dared to do it and the whole school made fun of me because of it. So I decided to keep to myself the rest of highschool, never once giving another guy attention all the while hearing the rumors on how I was a prude. Those rumors affected me well after highschool where at the age of 25 and still a virgin, I found the first guy that gave me an ounce of attention and gave everything to him.

I tried not to let the thoughts of my one and only relationship cloud my mind which was easier said than done. It was a relationship that lasted less than two months and the sex life was almost non-existent.

Because you had sex twice and both times you hadn't orgasmed. He also dumped your ass because you weren’t experienced enough and were too much of a prude.

Internally I rolled my eyes at the voice, trying even harder not to let the negative voices win. Sex wasn’t something I was experienced in, unless I was reading about it. But to actually try some of the things I read about always brought a blush to my cheeks. I wasn’t confident enough in myself or my body to play those scenes out in real life and if that made me prude, so be it.

The only sexual thing I had experience with was missionary sex and that was it. Well, besides my own hand. I refused to try toys because the mere thought made me blush. However, as I found who I was after moving here and starting over in life, I couldn’t stop the urge to finally break out of this shell.

Sighing, I glanced over to Faye with my camera ready to go in my hand. “I appreciate you looking out for me but I do not need a relationship right now. Uprooting my life these last few months have been extremely taxing. Now, I’m trying to focus on my career.”

“Which is why Matt suggested to Landon to have you work for them tonight. I can’t guarantee that it will get you a job but it might get your foot in the right direction.”

Photography ran in my blood for the last few years. I found the hobby one day when I bought a camera from a resale shop and fell in love with it. While Faye had a contract with bands, I had none. I was desperate to find someone to hire me full time so I didn’t have to continue on with random newborn babies or graduation photo shoots.

The door to the room opened, Faye’s boyfriend Matt walked in with a look of love on his face as his gaze immediately fell on her.

“Hey you,” he smiled.

She jumped off the table and into his arms to leave a kiss on his lips. “Everything set up?”

Matt nodded before looking over at me from underneath his hat. “Dove! When did you get here?”

He let go of Faye, only to bring me into his arms for a long overdue hug; even though I’d seen him two weeks ago when he brought over some food for my sparse fridge. He’d always been like a brother to me, helping me out anyway he could. Matt had felt guilty for leaving me behind in Texas when he moved to L.A so now, he wanted to help out anyway he could.

“A bit ago. Faye found me because someone was too busy,” I teased.

Matt playfully pushed me. “Busy making sure you were set up for success tonight. Landon wants to meet you before the show. That okay?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Figured it would be easier for me to meet the whole band, get to know how they work so it runs smoothly tonight.”

The three of us chatted for a few minutes before I motioned to my camera. “Any idea where I can find Landon?”

“Last I saw he was in catering. Should still be there. It’s down the hall to the right,” Matt said while wrapping Faye into his arms again.

Bidding them a goodbye, I left them alone as Matt mentioned something about giving Faye a gift tonight, and walked down the long hallway. The nerves were heavy in my stomach, weighing me down, as I gave myself an internal pep talk. This would be the first time I worked with a band so I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t get in their way.

“Oh, shoot. Sorry!” I spewed out an apology when I felt myself crash into a broad chest.

Arms quickly wrapped around me to keep me upright from falling to the ground and my camera was pressed against my chest. My eyes lingered up the broad chest clothed by a white shirt, up to thick neck muscles, and over a gorgeous face littered with faint freckles and a mustache adorning his upper lip. But it was those dark amber eyes staring down at me that had me sucking in a breath.

“Are you alright?”

I blinked at the richness of his voice, still not being able to take my gaze away from his eyes.

“Ye-yeah. I wasn’t watching where I was going. Sorry.” I rambled my second apology as my body shook with nerves.

This guy was attractive as hell and if he kept staring at me like that, I was afraid of how stupid I would look in front of him; again.

He smiled, arms still wrapped around me. “It’s alright. I’m just glad I didn’t knock you on your ass.”

This had been the most physical contact I had with a man in so long, I was beginning to feel the sweat gather all over my skin and I was afraid he’d noticed. Swallowing thickly, I forced myself to step out of his grasp, not being able to ignore the way my body felt empty without it.

“It’s okay,” my voice cracked so I cleared my throat. “Um, can you point me in the direction of catering?”

The man motioned over his shoulder. “Round the corner to the right.”

Forcing a smile, I nodded my thanks before trying to scurry past him but when my shoulder brushed against his, a shock vibrated through me causing me to glance up at him. We were close again, his scent filling my senses and nearly making me dizzy. I’d never felt this way before by just looking at a man. Granted I never really looked at one like this before. Nor had one this attractive looked at me the way he had.

Like he wanted to devour me.

His eyes lingered to the lanyard around my neck, it stopping between my breasts. It was the backstage one Faye had given me to wear so I wouldn’t be stopped by security. It was flipped backwards so it wasn’t showing my name that had been plastered on the front.

“It’s Dove,” I squeaked out when I noticed he was reaching for the badge to flip it around. “My name is Dove.”

He blinked for a long moment, something unreadable on his face, as he dropped his hand to his side.

The air around us was thick with some unknown tension so when he continued to be silent, I took that as the sign that he didn’t want to talk anymore. With my head low, dark strands of hair covering my face, I brushed past him to make my way into catering hoping this meeting with Landon would take my mind off the encounter with the man in the hallway.

LANDON

With a wicked smile, I watched Dove scurry back down the long hallway of the venue. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of an unknown emotion run through me when I noticed how meek and shy she was. There was a darkness looming in her soul that tried to break free through the innocent facade she bore. I could see it in the hazel depths of her eyes as they lingered on my lips. There was something inside of her that begged to be let out.

When she told me her name, I felt my heart stutter in my chest. She was the one who was shooting our set tonight. When Matt asked if his cousin could be our photographer for the night, I hadn’t expected her to look so ethereal. So beautiful.

So breakable.

“Don’t even think about it, Landon.”

Snapping my gaze away from the disappearing form of Dove and onto Matt Dierkes, who was helping out The Ghost Inside tonight with their front of house. The Plot in You was opening for them tonight as well.

The whole reason why Dove was here tonight. Because her cousin put in a good word for her. One I had to trust.

“I wasn’t thinking anything,” I defended while stuffing my hands in my pockets.

Matt narrowed his gaze at me from underneath his hat. “Dove doesn’t need whatever you’re thinking. She’s gone through a lot and too innocent for your fucked up mind.

Rolling my eyes, I gave him a playful shove knowing while he was serious, there was also a joking tone to his voice. I couldn’t blame him though.

“I promise it’s all innocent. I was just looking.”

Liar. You want her on her knees while she’s gazing up at you with those pretty doe eyes.

“Good,” Matt patted my shoulder before he walked down the hallway to which he met his girlfriend, who was here tonight to take photos of The Ghost Inside’s set. Her teal hair blew over her shoulder as Matt dragged her back into the room she just stepped out of.

Not bothering to heed Matt’s warning, I turned on my heels and made my way back towards catering where my eyes landed on the back of Dove’s form as she conversed with Ethan. Her olive green sundress stopped right at the swell of her perfect ass and more than anything, I wanted to sink my teeth into it.

Soon. Can’t rush this.

I’d been single for awhile now, deciding not to jump into a relationship or even a fling for the time being. I wanted to focus on Plot and my solo work. But one look into those hazel eyes, I found something new to spend my time with. The thought of breaking her for my own enjoyment brought a thrill to my bones.

You’re so fucked up.

“Oh, there’s Landon.”

Ethan said, causing Dove to look over her shoulder to me, her eyes widening when she realized she’d already met me.

I did my best to keep the shit eating grin to a minimum. “Nice to see you again, Dove.”

“You two met?” Ethan questioned.

She didn’t speak even though her lips were parted slightly and the sight made my cock ache in my jeans. A flash image of those perfect lips around me popped in my mind causing me to bite back a moan.

“In the hallway where I nearly knocked her on her ass,” I chuckled while stuffing my hands in my pockets.

“Well, we were just talking about tonight. I was giving her the rundown on how we do things on stage,” Ethan said.

“Any questions?” I asked her.

More preferably the sexual kind.

Dove finally blinked when she realized I was talking to her and she shifted on her feet. “No, I think I got it. Ethan explained it pretty clearly.”

I gave her a small nod, trying hard not to let my eyes linger on the way that dress gripped her breasts perfectly.

“I told Ethan I’ll be hanging out with my cousin until you guys need me. Is that alright?”

Just then, a thought came to mind and I ran a hand over my face to hide the smirk.

“Actually, do you mind hanging out in our green room? It would be good for us to hang out.”

It was so quick that I nearly missed Dove’s eyes flashing down the long form of my body, dragging her gaze just underneath my belt.

“If you’re comfortable with that,” I added, wanting to make sure she knew that I meant no harm.

Yet.

Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she flicked her gaze up to mine now. I could see her weigh my words around in her mind before she eventually nodded with a sigh.

“Sure.”

Now the fun begins.

DOVE

Don’t stare. Whatever you do, do not stare at Landon’s dick.

With the thought of his dick, I gave him a sideways glance to the middle spot of his lap that looked so inviting. Within hands reach. I’d been extremely worked up sexually since I ran into him earlier, all because I decided to read one of my favorite smut books before coming here tonight; one where the female MC was on her knees for the male MC, begging to taste his cock.

I shifted in my seat on the couch next to Landon, something he quickly picked up on but continued to keep his conversation with his other bandmate, Josh. Even though I’d only experience sex with one person, I still knew what I found attractive. I often found myself imagining faces when I touched myself in my bed or shower. I knew what to do to my own body but others? Not a fucking clue.

For the last hour, they'd been talking with me giving them small snippets of my life. I didn’t feel comfortable divulging all parts of my life due to how fucked up it was, but the more we spoke, the less nervous I felt. Even though this was a one night thing, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if I were on the road with them working as their full time photographer. The way they all bickered and teased each other told me that this was a family.

The only family I had was Matt and Faye. They both had been trying to get me to meet the rest of their friends since they all were close but due to my own anxieties, I held off on it. I kept brushing it off as I was still struggling with the move but deep down, I didn’t want to feel like I was imposing on a family that didn’t care for my presence.

When I told Matt that, he nearly pushed me off my couch because he knew that his friends would never think that of me.

“Dove?”

Snapping away from the chipped nail polish on my fingers, I gave a small smile to their drummer, Michael.

“I’m sorry, did you say something?”

He chuckled. “I was just wondering where your name came from.”

My shoulders fell, knowing eventually this conversation would come up. It wasn’t often that someone had the name I did.

“My parents were eccentric. They thought it was out of the box. Different,” I said while running my hands up and down my knees.

Something I did when I was nervous.

Landon must have noticed because he spread his legs out even farther so he could brush his knee up against mine. A rush of warmth spread throughout my body causing my cheeks to flush crimson as I did my best not to trail my gaze over his cock again.

This night needed to end so I could go home and take a long, cold, shower.

Suddenly my phone buzzed on the cushion next to me and I noticed Matt had texted me.

Matt: Everything okay?

I smiled while typing out my reply.

Me: I’m fine, no need to worry! Everyone has been super nice and welcoming. I appreciate you looking out for me.

Matt: You’re like my sister, Dove. I’ve protected you since you were five. I’m not going to stop now especially since you finally live near Faye and I.

I narrowed my eyes at my phone, knowing that deep within his kind words, there was something underlying there.

Me: What do you want?

Matt: My friend Y/N is having a birthday party tomorrow. Faye really wants you to come with us. Everyone wants to meet you.

I pursed my lips while holding my breath, the anxiety of meeting another large group of people made my stomach sour.

Me: Can I think about it?

Matt: Of course. We don’t want you to feel pressured.

Before I could reply, I felt a weird shift in the air causing me to look up and take notice of the now empty room. Somehow while I was texting Matt, I hadn’t noticed that almost everyone left the green room, leaving me alone with one single person.

Landon.

“They went to get ready for our set,” he explained while extending his arms against the back of the couch behind me.

The rough pads of his fingers ghosted over my bare shoulder, making me turn inward towards him.

“Should I leave too? For you to get ready?” I asked.

“You’re fine. You can stay,” Landon gave me a reassuring smile.

He radiated body heat, it wrapping around me and causing a slick sweat to gather at the back of my neck. I tried to keep my hair down all night but with the way Landon had been watching me with sheer intensity, I quickly gathered my hair to throw it up into a ponytail. That simple action made him swallow thickly while shifting in his seat.

“What?” I asked. “Did I do something?”

With the way he was smirking, I could tell he was far from uncomfortable.

“You threw your hair up in a ponytail after looking at my dick,” he said with a blunt tone.

I blinked at Landon with my mouth agape, not expecting him to say that. I’d never been around someone who spoke so straightforward like that so I expected myself to be disgusted. Instead, I found myself aroused because I definitely had been staring at his dick ever since he sat down next to me.

“I wasn’t,” I shook my head. “Wait, what does me throwing my hair up in a ponytail have anything to do with your-.”

I couldn’t say the word out loud. Thinking the word wasn’t an issue but actually spitting out the word gave me pause.

Landon’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, a movement I tracked with careful precision.

“Dick,” he said the word slowly at first, hoping I’d repeat it.

Instead I looked down at my lap to avoid eye contact with him which made him drag his fingers along the exposed skin of the back of my neck.

“Do you really not know what it means when a woman throws up her hair after staring at a guy’s dick?” He wondered with a slight chuckle.

I swallowed thickly, shivering under his touch and kept my voice quiet as I spoke. “There’s a lot I don’t know.”

There was this untenable pull from Landon from the moment I bumped into him in the hallway. Something about the darkness in his eyes told me that he’d show me the dark parts of myself that were fighting to break through. The part of me that came alive while reading those dark romance books.

“Do you want to know what it means?” Landon questioned.

Slowly lifting my gaze from my lap to meet his burning one, I gave him a slight nod after thinking it over. It was just an answer to a question I had, surely it wouldn’t hurt knowing.

Landon sat closer to me, gathering the ends of my hair between his fingers. “Typically, when someone throws up their hair in a ponytail, it means they’re getting ready to suck someone's dick.”

I let out a shocked breath while glancing down at his lap, directly where his dick was. My hand was so close to his thigh as it was perched in my own lap and I nearly reached for him.

“That’s-uh-,” my words fell away again when I felt his fingers graze down the side of my neck, over my collar bone.

When I swallowed, Landon tracked the movement with his thumb.

“Are you saying you’ve never done that when you suck a guy's dick?” There was an oddly comforting and playful tone to his question.

If it were anyone else being so upfront and vulgar I would have smacked them however the voice in my mind told me to continue on with him.

“I’ve never actually done that before,” I motioned with my eyes towards his lap.

Landon choked on a laugh as his hand dropped away from me only for his face to go stone when he realized I wasn't joking.

“You’ve never given head before?”

I shook my head, feeling even smaller than I was. Embarrassment filled me as he continued to stare at me with a bewildered look. Any chance I had to possibly have something with Landon went down the drain.

Why do you think he’d even go for someone like you? Have you seen him?

Ignoring not only the stabbing in my heart but the voice in my head that often chastised me, I gave a somber shrug.

“I’ve already embarrassed myself enough tonight. I think I’m going to find Faye,” I said while rising to my feet only to yanked back down onto the couch in my previous spot.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” Landon asked with a tender tone.

Immediately I shook my head. “No! You’re fine. It's just-I’m not used to talking about sex. I’ve been called a prude basically my entire life so to hear you be so open talking about it makes me feel embarrassed that I don't understand the reason why someone putting their hair up was a sexual act. Now I’m rambling and making more of an idiot myself and I wish someone would just shut me up.”

“Do you want to?”

My eyes snapped over to him after I pinched them shut. “Wh-what?”

Landon eased back into the couch, showing more of his lap at me; an open invitation. “Do you want to suck my cock?”

The way he asked the question made my cheeks inflame with heat and I squeezed my thighs together when that heat spread straight to my core. With a quick flick down towards his lap, I could see the faintest outline of his cock against his jeans and didn’t stop myself from licking my lips.

“I want to do something else,” I rushed out.

A low hum vibrated from the back of his throat. “What’s that?”

I didn’t speak, simply kept my eyes on him, hoping he caught on so I didn’t have to say it outloud.

“Dove, you have to use your words,” Landon spoke while brushing his own hand over his cock causing both of us to share a moan. “Oh, is that what you want? You want to touch my cock?”

I nodded feverishly, not knowing where this part of me came from. I’d never been this up front with anyone so I was surprised at myself.

“Then take it,” he demanded while palming himself.

I didn’t.

I began shrinking into myself, becoming the form of me I was familiar with. The one that was called prude her entire life.

“Dove,” Landon moaned my name while bucking his hips into his own hand. “Take it.”

I felt frozen in front of him, unable to push through the wall that suddenly built itself inside of my mind. All the teasing I’d gone through all throughout high school and the mental abuse from my ex were pestering inside of me, telling me I would do something wrong with Landon and he would simply laugh in my face for how inexperienced I was.

The loud voices seized when Landon grabbed my hand and forced it on his cock, replacing his own hand. A gasp fell from my lips when I finally could feel what I couldn’t stop staring at it all night.

“Oh god, it’s so-.” Like before, I couldn't finish my sentence, truly taken aback by the size I felt beneath my palm.

My hand remained frozen, unsure what to do with it, so Landon began guiding it. Up and down.

“Just like that, Dove. Press your palm against it,” he was breathless.

Following his guidance, I began pressing my palm harder against his cock and he let his head fall back to the arm of the couch, his hat falling to the ground. It was then that I noticed his hair was buzzed close to the skin. He also had a small dagger tattoo behind his ear. I drank in the sight of all the tattoos that covered almost every inch of skin from the tips of his fingers all the way up to his shoulders.

“Fuck,” Landon hissed when I pressed to hard against his cock and I wretched my hand back.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

His head lifted from the couch and the haze look in his eyes made me whimper.

“No, Dove. Quite the opposite,” Landon reached for my hand again but I hesitated.

“Maybe we should stop this. I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m sure you can find someone with more experience,” I rambled on.

Once again he grabbed my hand and brought it back to his cock, my actions picking up almost instantly with his next words.

“I just want you.”

Those four words fueled the confidence in me as I began playing with his cock over his jeans again. Rubbing it as best as I could even though I wanted to slip my hand in his pants.

“You’re doing so good, Dove,” Landon praised.

I whimpered again at the praise as I found myself kneeling between his legs so I could get a better angle with my hand. I dragged my finger down the length of it as his cock pressed hard against the zipper and when I could vaguely feel the head of it, I tested the waters by rubbing it between my thumb and finger.

His hips bucked up into my hand causing him to curse before gently removing my hand and bringing it to his chest, halting my movements. I couldn’t stop the tears that began to well in my eyes for being stopped yet again.

“No tears on that pretty face. The first time I cum, I want it to be down your throat,” Landon explained while sitting up with a groan, adjusting himself in his jeans.

My heart rake picked up as my hand continued to be pressed against the broadness of his chest.

“I told you. I’ve never done that before,” I reminded him.

With one thumb brushing against the back of my hand, the other dragged over my bottom lip causing me to suck in a breath.

“It’s alright, Dove. I’ll work you up to it.”

LANDON

Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I walked through the eerily quiet back halls of the venue out toward the back exit, the cool night air chilling my heated skin. The show had ended an hour ago and after finally showering in the green room then gathering my things, I headed to the bus before we moved on to the next city.

A small smile played on my lips when I thought back to our set and how Dove seemed to fit in so well with all of us on stage. For never working with bands, she seemed to know the exact places to stand to get the best shot. She never got in our way and when there was a moment she slinked up close to me to get a shot as I screamed out the lyrics to Forgotten, I caught sight of the top of her dress to those perfect tits and immediately thought of what happened between us in the green room.

Even now, all I could think about is the way her hand felt palming my dick and it made me hard again; after taking care of it in the shower minutes ago. I know Dove was only here for one night but after playing with her for a bit, I realized I wanted more time with her.

She was currently on the bus hanging with the rest of the guys. Our plan was to drop her off at her apartment on our way out to the next city because Ethan wasn’t comfortable letting her walk home in the dark. Dove tried to say she would make due, ask Faye and Matt for a ride. That was until she caught them making out in his truck so Dove immediately turned on her heels and came rushing into the green room with a red face where she asked for that previously offered ride. I couldn’t help but smirk at her when I could basically smell her arousal on her from earlier. I knew her touching me made her slick between her legs and that’s the only thing I could think about while I was on stage.

With a plan in mind, I took the stairs up the tour bus towards the rowdy voices of my band mates.

“About time!” Josh called once he caught sight of me underneath the hood of my sweater. “What the fuck took you so long?”

Grumbling at him while flipping the bird, my gaze immediately locked on Dove who sat at the table in the small kitchen area of the bus. She was watching the guys act like idiots with a tiny smile. After tossing my bag on my bunk, I fell into the seat next to her, those hazel doe eyes looking up at me. Her camera was sitting on the table in front of her so I motioned towards it.

“Get any good shots?”

“Uh,” she reluctantly tore her gaze away from me and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah. I’ll spend tomorrow editing them cause I know you’ll probably want to post them on your social media as soon as possible.”

“Take your time, Dove,” I reached a hand underneath the table towards her knee, giving it a squeeze.

Oh so quietly, I heard her take a deep intake of breath when my fingers grazed over the inside of her thigh.

“Landon,” she rushed out.

Fuck, the way she said my name made my cock swell in my sweats.

“What is it?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

I dragged my hand up farther towards the hem of her dress where I knew her soaked panties awaited me. Her gaze lifted from her camera over to the group of guys that suddenly dissipated. They all wandered back to their designated areas of the bus, leaving Dove and I alone.

Again.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked when she remained silent, stopping my fingers right at the indeed of her thigh, near her pussy.

I could see her weigh the battle in her mind yet again. Wondering if she should do this. It was evident in our first meeting earlier tonight that she was innocent in a lot of aspects of her life, especially sexually. It might have been selfish of me, but I wanted to be the only one who gave her these experiences.

With my free hand, I cupped her chin so I could force her to look me in the eyes. As sick as I was in the head for getting a thrill from the prospect of corrupting her, I wanted to make sure she was completely okay with all of this. I didn’t want to push her into doing something she didn’t want.

Instead of answering, she spread her legs wider when I squeezed her thigh and I chuckled while breathing in her scent.

Tangerines.

“Your body knows what you want, Dove,” I brushed a finger over the center of her pussy, still clothed by those wet panties.

God, she was soaked.

“But I need to hear you say it.”

She bit her bottom lip. “Will it hurt?”

“No,” I shook her head. “I’ll go slow at first. I don’t want to push you too far.”

Not yet.

Still in my grasp around her face, Dove finally nodded with a quiet please falling from her lips. My cock swelled again in my sweats as my heart lurched in my throat knowing that she was closer to accepting my request without even realizing it.

“Spread your legs wider for me. Atta girl, just like that,” I praised when she did what she was told.

Forcing her panties to the side, I gathered all of her wetness and brought it to her clit to draw circles. Her moan was loud so I forced a knuckle between her lips to keep her quiet.

“Gotta be quiet, Dove. I can’t have anyone hear how pretty you sound,” my voice rumbled in my chest as I slipped my finger down her folds again and pressed a finger inside of her.

I stifled a groan when her walls tighten around my finger almost immediately.

“So fucking tight.”

I slowly fucked her with my finger, dragging it in and out, until her teeth dug deep into my knuckle.

“Do you like that, baby?” I questioned while leaning my forehead against hers.

All she did was nod, too far gone in her growing orgasm that I could feel because of the way she clenched around my finger. I fought the urge to add another but knew that would be too much for her so I kept telling myself all in due time.

“Your body comes alive with my touch, Dove. Why don’t you let me show you it all?”

Dove nodded again and I ripped out my finger from her mouth so I could grip her chin.

“You want that?” I couldn’t help the way I felt alive while teasing her.

She arched her back off the bench seat when my finger curled up inside of her to press against that spot. Internally I smirked to myself because I knew her body more than she did with us meeting hours ago.

“Please,” Dove begged.

I exposed more of her neck to me so I could brush my lips against her pulse point while my finger picked up pace.

“Come on the road with me. You take your pictures and when everyone's away, I can show you everything that pretty head of yours wants,” I spoke my idea into her skin, reveling in the way she tasted.

“Yes,” she yelled out as her orgasm tore through her.

Her entire body convulsed on the bench next to me and the urge to drag her into my bunk to fuck her with my cock was strong. Instead I pulled my finger from her cunt to hold them up to the light over head, her arousal glistening.

Her eyes widened as she came down from her high when she noticed how slick my finger was. I brought it to my lips, lapping up the taste of her like a man starved.

One hit of her and I was hooked.

“Landon, that was-,” Dove took a deep breath. “Thank you.”

I cocked my head to the side, not expecting her to thank me for that. “You never have to thank me for that, Dove. And I meant what I said. We all want you on the road with us as our permanent photographer for the rest of this tour run. If you’re up for it.”

Her pupils undilated, those bright eyes staring up at me, but remained silent. Something I noticed she only did when she wanted to speak what's on her mind but was afraid.

“I’m being serious, Dove. We all agreed to it. The way you worked with us tonight proved you know what you’re doing.”

“But you haven’t even seen my portfolio or anything,” she said.

I shrugged while pushing myself away from her and rising to my feet. “I trust my gut.”

While giving her my back, I made it all of two steps before her voice called after me.

“The other thing you mentioned. Did you mean it?”

Looking over my shoulder, I gave her a fox smile. “If you want it, it’s all yours, Dove.”

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