A/n: new obsession dropped, send in your Dimebag asks NEOW thank you ☺️
Warnings: angst, reader gets into an argument with her parents, use of drugs(weed), alcohol, smut, handjob (m receiving), unprotected sex, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Part 2 (in the works)
“It’s time for bed!” Your mom called from the kitchen where she was doing dishes. You were looking at yourself in the mirror, all glammed out.
You were out of school, had a job, paid rent for your room in your parents house. As far as you were concerned, you were allowed to go party with your friends.
You did your makeup and got in all your new clothes, looking like a Mötley Crüe groupie. The other day you’d gone shopping, set on going to this party. Your parents were always too strict, too religious to let you go out after dark. You were a good kid, you followed their rules, but now you wanted the rewarded for being so good.
You marched downstairs with your bag over your shoulder, doing your best not to wobble on your platforms. You had a spare pair of converse in your bag, just in case.
A glass shattered behind you just as you were about to get to the door. You slowly turned around and saw your mom staring at you, wide eyed and terrified, like you just stabbed her or something. “What are you wearing?!” She yelled, getting your dads attention from the couch, who looked pissed all the way off at your appearance.
“And just where do you think you’re going dressed like that? At this time?” He demanded, getting up from the couch.
“I’m going out with my friends.” You said simply. “You know them, Tracey, Lexi, all of us.”
“I never liked those girls.” Your mom said, more to your dad, who was shaking his head at your outfit, arms crossed over his chest.
“Get back to your room.” Your dad ordered, you looked to your mom knowing she wouldn’t help.
“No, I want to go out.” You said, keeping your voice level.
“No daughter of mine is prancing around like a whore!” He yelled, taking a few dangerous steps towards you. “Get back to your room, now!” You were taken aback by the name. You looked back to your mom, who had to of felt some sort of way about the name as well because she was looking away now.
“Mom.” You called, silently pleading with her to say something. She stayed silent.
“Go back upstairs, take this clown shit off, and get cozy because you’re not leaving until I say so!” Your dad again ordered. You stayed staring at him a moment longer, gaze flickering to your mom who was still just silently standing there.
You scoffed and headed out the door. “One more step and I’m disowning you!” You didn’t hesitate, after all you’d done for them, being the perfect daughter, wearing what they want, acting how they want, paying rent! This was the thanks? After all those years.
You slammed the door shut behind you and went straight to your car. It took some getting used to driving in your big shoes but you got it quick enough. You drove to your one friends house and picked her up, she knew where the party was. A bonfire on some hill.
They stuck with you for a bit, you were pissed and couldn’t stop thinking about the fight with your parents. Near the fire was supposedly a band. There were a few guitars there but they weren’t being played. There was the cloud of smoke from the fire, then there were clouds forming over groups heads, including the band.
“Hey, Y/n, where are you going?” Your friend called, bringing you back a few steps.
“Over there.” You stated, gesturing you the band.
Your friends looked between each other. “Why? There’s other stuff, like over there-“ they tried to stead you away but you were off.
You took the free seat next to one guy with big curly hair, a short goatee and moustache, bright blue eyes with blown pupils. He looked older, not much older than you but definitely older. “Got weed?” You asked confidently, too confidently, for a second you thought you might’ve gotten drunk just from walking around.
The man looked you up and down, smiling at your appearance. “I was just about to light another joint.” He said, digging through his pocket and pulling out rolled paper. He held it to your lips, then pushed your teased hair back. “Don’t need this catching on fire.” He said.
“That can happen?” You asked, a moment of clarity hitting you, it didn’t last long with him so close and holding your hair back so gently.
He snorted. “You teased your hair, didn’t you use hairspray?” He asked, lighter waiting to go off on the blunt between your lips. “You done this before, haven’t you?”
You huffed. “Yeah,” you lied. “All the time, I just, uh, wasn’t thinking, is all.” Your words were a bit muffled with trying to speak around the paper. The man rolled his eyes and lit the joint, pulling his hands away when he saw smoke. He watched you inhale deeply, his eyes going wide and he pulled the joint away. “Jesus, fuck, slow down!” He said, wafting the smoke away as you coughed out your lung. “Yeah, done this before, totally.” He repeated back to you mockingly. He watched you, chuckling at your struggle once he saw you were ok.
Your eyes were watering and red, cheeks turning red just from coughing so much. “In-instructions would’ve been nice.” You managed to get out between coughs.
“Would’ve given you one if you hadn’t said you’d done it before.” He mused, picking up the bottle by his feet and holding it out for you, offering you a sip. “You’ve drank before haven’t you?” He asked, knowing no matter what you said there was a chance you’d be lying.
“Of course I have.” You stated, still coughing here and there. You took the bottle from him and held it to your lips like you would the coke your dad would bring back from his business trips. How different could beer be from communion wine?
The man watched your face scrunch at the bitter taste that hit your tongue. He let out a good belly laugh watching you try to swallow it. “I’m Darrell, everyone calls me Dime or Dimebag, Dimebag Darrell, whatever boats your float.” He introduced himself, taking the bottle back and taking a swig.
“Y/n.” You said simply, taking the joint from him again. You held it like a cigarette, he cringed at the sight and pulled the bottle away.
“Alright, alright, like this.” He said, making a pinching gesture. You followed his instruction, pinching the tip your mouth would be one. “Ok, now slow, just breath, don’t suck.” Smoke entered your lungs, filling them, entering your system and fogging up your head. You exhaled deeply, letting Darrell take the blunt back. “That’s better, isn’t it?” He asked, leaning back in his chair. The bonfire danced circles in your eyes, tinted your skin with a warm, golden hue.
“Much better.” You mumbled, leaning back in your chair. It flooded over you, taking all your worries with it, the argument, your disownment, it all just washed away and left you here in this moment.
Dime was definitely in a band, he messed around with his guitar a bit when you asked about it. His singer, Phil, was just next to him. It was heavy, heavy for an acoustic guitar and no mic on a Friday night at a bush party. It was heavy like nothing you’d heard before, your parents would be pulling crosses out right about now.
You didn’t feel wrong sitting here, it didn’t feel like some entity was dragging you down, you felt no less alive, in fact you felt more alive than you’d ever felt before. Was this what freedom was like? Watching Dime and his band fuck around by a fire late at night, your friends hanging out with guys they’d met.
Dime set his guitar back down and took a minute to get out of his chair. “You want something to drink?” He asked, leaning on your chair for support. You nodded and got up, leaning on him and he was leaning right back on you. There were a few snack tables, boxes of booze and wine and whatever covering them, under them, wherever. Dime stumbled and went down, he caught himself without doing and damage but managed to get you down with him, pulling you down on top of him.
You were both laughing and rolling on the ground. “You’re comfy up there, sweetheart?” He asked, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist. You nodded, the booze and weed hitting you hard. Finally on a vertical surface it made you so tired. “Hey, hey, don’t-don’t do that here.” He mumbled, struggling to get back to his feet. “C’mon, get up, sweet pea.” He mumbled, lifting you up as best he could.
“M’up.” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest, getting makeup on his shirt. “M’up.” Dime laughed again.
“Alright, it’s bedtime for you.” He said, holding you close as he walked with you down the hill. You fell a few more times, stopping to laugh each time before you eventually gave up and just started crawling. “Dime,” Phil was at the bottom of the hill, drunk off his nuts. “What the hell are you doing, man?” He asked, trying not to laugh at the scene before him.
“Let’s get you in the bus.” His brother, Vinnie, said, lifting him up.
“Hey-hey, hey.” Dime said, leaning on Vinnie. “She’s gotta- we gotta get her, too.” He said, pointing to you, stuck on the ground and staring up at the stars. Phil went over and hoisted you over his shoulder, smacking your ass.
“Got her.” He assured, carrying you back to the bus. He’d drank more than Dime what was more steady on his feet, beer wasn’t the worst he put in his system so he reacted better to it.
“Don’t touch her like that.” Dime grumbled, holding onto Vinnie until he got back in the bus. Phil set you don’t on a couch, Dime fell over next to you and you were leaning on each other again.
You weren’t quite sure what happened, but the next morning you woke up and the bus was moving, your head was pounding, your bag was on the floor and vibrating. You were still laying on the couch, just on top of Dime, who was starting to wake up as well.
You reached for your bag and dug through it lazily, finding your Nokia and answering the call from your friend. “Girl, where are you?” She asked, a panic in her voice.
“Uh, I don’t- I don’t know…” you trailed, lifting yourself up some. It was just fields outside, as far as the eye could see. Some spots of trees here and there, nothing else.
“Who is it?” Dime asked, voice hoarse from a lack of use, and he rubbed sleep from his eye.
“Friend… where are we?” You asked, looking back to him. His hands found purchase at your hips, trailing to your lower back before landing on your ass.
Dime was quiet for a moment, keeping his eyes closed. “Uh, I don’t know… Phil?” He called weakly. “Vinnie..?” He sat up a bit now.
“They’re not in here.” The driver called. “We’re in Oklahoma, heading to Tulsa.” You repeated it back to your friend, pulling the phone away when she started yelling. It was hard on your hangover. “They’re on a different bus, wanted to give you some privacy.”
You groaned, trying to get off the couch and see if there was something for the pain. The bus hit a bump and you fell off the couch, landing on the ground with a thud. Dime didn’t laugh this time. He peered over the edge of the couch, a worried look on his face. “Are you alright?” He asked, reaching out for you. “Did you hit your head?” He tucked a few loose strands behind your ear, following you off the couch but much softer.
“No, I didn’t.” You said softly, watching him hover over you. The way he touched you was so soft and gentle, much different than what he’d been like the night before. He scooped you up in his arms and set you back on the couch.
“Just-just stay right there, ok? I… will go get something.” He mumbled, pushing himself up slowly and making his way slowly down the bus. You set your phone aside while your friend reemed you. In the back were coolers and cabinets, some weed but he just got out Advil and a bottle of water for you to share.
He flopped back down next to you after you sat up. He opened the bottle and handed you a pill and the bottle first. The water was cold, not quite icy, but it was refreshing. You held it to your forehead after downing half of it and the pill.
Dime laughed. “That feel good?” He asked, not wanting to disturb your peace he just took the pill dry.
You nodded. “Really good.” He chuckled softly and pulled you closer, his arm thrown over your shoulder. He pushed his nose into your hair, inhaling you deeply and kissing the top of your head. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as the pain subsided. “This is really good.” You mumbled, picking your phone back up and hanging up. You’d have to deal with that later but it was ruining your moment with him.
The sound of the road was soothing, but it didn’t last long before Dime’s fidgeting became hard to ignore. You looked up at him, causing him to move his head as it had been resting on yours. He saw the curious look in your eyes, ‘what’s wrong? What’re you doing?’. “You wanna try something new?” He asked, shifting again. This time you saw why he kept moving, he’d been trying to hide the tent in his shorts.
Your eyes widened slightly, your gaze shooting back to his, cheeks all pink now. “You don’t have to,” he assured. “I can just, uh, like, we can pull over or something.” He said, giving your shoulder a squeeze.
You shook your head, reaching to undo his belt. “No, I want to.” You said, not bothering to pull it out of the loops before working on his fly. He was ready to jerk off on the side of the road, hidden by the bus while you sat inside, but he was more than happy to let you do it.
A smirk spread across his face as he adjusted, sliding down the couch so he could lean further back into the cushions. You pulled the waistband of his boxers down, his cock springing free. He wasn’t that big, five or so inches, but he had girth, very veiny.
Dime gesturing for your hand, you gave it. “Just grab it, don’t squeeze too tight.” He instructed, guiding your hand to his cock, wrapping your fingers around the base. “There you go, go slow at first.” He said, still holding your hand. His nearly engulfed yours, fingers calloused from years of playing guitar. He let out a low groan. “There you go, sweetheart… oh-oh, fuck.” He let go of you hand, letting you take control as his head fell back into the couch. “Fuck, just like that.”
At his praise, and the sounds he was letting out, you got more confident, moving your hand faster along his cock. “Like this?” You asked, knowing he liked it based on the moan he let out when you squeezed him tighter.
“Yes!” He gasped, hand going to yours and moving it him. “Oh, god, faster.” He urged, hand falling from yours again. It stayed close, gripping the cushion tight. You did as he asked, speeding up until his hips were bucking into your hand. “Wait-wait, wait, fuck, stop!” Your hand retracted fast.
“What, did-did I do something wrong?” You asked, eyes wide with worry. You looked over him, wondering if something was wrong, maybe he’d hurt himself the night before.
“Wanna cum in you.” He said, hand going to your thigh. “Can I? I-I got condoms somewhere…” He trailed, scanning around the bus. You were already hiking your leather skirt up. “You sure?” He asked, eyes locked on your white panties, a little bow on the lace waistband, fishnets pulled up over them.
“I’m sure.” You said. He caught your hands before they made it to either your panties or the fishnets.
“Keep them on,” he begged. “Please? Look so fucking good in them.” His face was so close to yours now. His eyes were filled with desperation, lips pouty with need. Irresistible. You closed the gap, lips meeting his. He was quick to take the lead, kissing you back hungrily, tongue poking out and asking for entrance. Your lips parted, he took the opportunity, tongue filling your mouth and exploring every crevice.
He pushed you back against the couch, laying you down and moving over you. Dime got between your legs, one hand in your hair and holding you gently, the other on your hip. His hair fell around your face, framing you. The hand in your hair moved down. “M’sorry.” He mumbled before ripping your fishnets. “Really sorry.” His words didn’t match his actions, hands gripping your thighs and holding them apart.
He pulled your panties to the side, making sure they weren’t moving before sliding his tip through your wet folds, gathering your juices before pushing his tip in. “Just, uh, fuck, just tell me if-if you need me to stop.” He muttered, breathing ragged as he struggled to not ram himself all the way in. Wether you’d say it or not he knew you were a virgin, he had to be somewhat careful with you.
“Oh-ok.” You breathed, feeling your cunt pulsing around him. He stretched you out so good, and the further he pushed himself into you the better it felt. “Hah! Ah, Dime-Dime!” You moaned, back arching.
“Ngh-! Oh, god, don’t do that!” He scolded, though he wasn’t really angry, and he didn’t really want you to stop, not when you felt so good wrapped around him like you did. He rolled his hips, pushing the rest of his cock in. Your eyes shot open, jaw dropping.
“Fuck! Right there!” You moaned, not even sure what you were talking about. He couldn’t help it, he pulled his hips back and snapped them into you, angling his cock just right. Your pleasure, the faces you made and the way you felt on his cock was all he could focus on, ramming himself back into you, harder, faster.
Your legs wrapped around him, holding him close as he fucked you into the couch. The bus filled with the sound of skin slapping and your moans mixed with his deep grunts and groans. Your arms wrapped around him, holding him close. His face got buried in the crook of your neck, lips quickly finding the skin and sucking, nipping at it and marking you up. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He growled, thrusts becoming erratic. He reached between your bodies, thumb landing on your clit and rubbing it in small circles. “That’s good, isn’t it?” He asked, making sure you were enjoying this. You were lost in it, every touch, every thrust, you were so close to coming.
You nodded, eyes locked on his. “Feels so-so- feels really good.” You stammered, body jolting with each rut of his hips. His grunts grew desperate, wanting to make you cum first but unable to postpone his upcoming high any longer.
He pushed his face into the crook of your neck, coming with guttural groan and filling your cunt to the brim. His thrusts faltered but his thumb didn’t, that mixed with his warm seed sent you over the edge, making your eyes roll back into your head. Both of your breathing was heavy, movements slowed now. Dime didn’t bother pulling out, just rolled you both over so you were laying on top of him.
“How was that?” He asked, adjusting your skirt so it was at least covering your ass. “Sweet pea?” He called softly, looking down at you the best he could, only to find you were already crashed, snoring softly on top of him. He chuckled and shook his head. “Sleep now, I guess, gonna have to get you back home one way or another.” For now he just wanted to hold you close, kissing the top of your head or your temple, whatever he could reach.