Everyone else had already cleared out of the dressing room, watching the other bands play. Dustin, however, was beyond excited that he finally was getting some alone time with you. As a result, he had you up on the counter in the dressing room, standing between your legs as he kissed you deeply. Your fingers were laced in his hair tightly, pulling just enough to make him moan into your mouth.
"Dus," you whine as he squeezed your hips tighter. You arched your back into him, gently touching his face. He had just shaven, so feeling his soft skin pass under your fingertips was sheer bliss. You pulled away from his mouth, moving down to his neck. You didn't hesitate to start kissing, biting, and sucking on his neck, hoping to leave a mark.
"Shit," he breathed, nuzzling his face into your hair. His hands slid up your shirt, gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises. Both of you loved to mark each other up with bruises, hickeys, scratches, or any other mark you could leave from your times alone together.
You pulled away from the spot you had been working on and proceeded to leave another before switching to the other side of his neck, leaving a couple on his tattoo. You smirked as you pulled back to see your work. There were so many. You moved back to his lips, but you were interrupted by the door opening. Dustin pulled away from your mouth, rubbing your thighs before helping you down to the floor.
"Having fun?" Adam asked, walking over to where his stuff was. "If there's a puddle from you, y/n, Ron is going to throw a bitch fit." Dustin laughed, pushing you to stand in front of him.
"Ha, ha, Adam. Very funny," You reply, placing your hands on his as he holds you.
"Can we find somewhere private? I don't think anyone is on the bus," Dustin whispered in your ear. You shot him a confused look. He had to be on stage in thirty minutes. He pulled you back further against him. It was then that you felt his problem. You smiled, nodding. You walked in front of him as the two of you hurried to the bus, hurrying to the back lounge where the door could be locked.
"What do you want me to do?" You smirked, leaning into his body, your hands rubbing his hips, thighs, and ass. He groaned at your touch, holding your waist tightly.
"I don't care. Just touch me," he begged. You thought about it for a moment, looking at what he was wearing. He was already dressed to go on stage, which knocked out the possibility of anything too messy. You quickly made up your mind based on that.
"Okay," you said, gently pushing him to sit down on the couch by his hips, which he tried to push into your hands. You smirked, rubbing the raised part in his pants. He leaned his head back, grateful to feel any sort of relief. Slowly, you pull his pants down enough to get out his cock, rubbing it gently. His breathing became deeper, closing his eyes.
You waited a moment until he was fully hard before moving closer, licking from base to tip a couple of times before swirling your tongue around the tip. He gasped as you took his tip in your mouth, sucking lightly. He pushed his hands into your hair, holding your head as you took more of him into your mouth. You moved your head a little, still sucking lightly. He groaned, tugging your hair tightly.
You slowly pulled back, pumping him a few times as you licked around him. His breath faltered for a moment before you began to suck him off again. You bobbed your head up and down, licking the underside of him as you did so. He started to thrust into your mouth, holding your head still as he did so. You smirked, pulling away from his cock. He whimpered at the loss of contact.
"Now, Dustie, be a good boy. If you aren't a good boy, I won't let you finish." You rarely pulled this side out on him, preferring to leave him in control, but tonight, you wanted him to be the puddy in your hands. You wanted to call the shots.
He groaned, letting you pin down his hips and put your mouth back around him. You start moving your head again, hollowing out your cheeks. He moaned loudly, putting his hand around your neck gently. You wrapped a hand around the bottom of his cock where you couldn't go. He started moaning and whimpering. You pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva that connected your mouth to his cock still. You never stopped pumping him with your hand.
"I don't want you to cum until I say to. Okay?" He nodded quickly, fighting back the urge to put his hand over yours and make you jerk him off faster. You went back down on him, sucking him harder and squeezing his hip tighter with your free hand. You reached under his cock to his balls, gently squeezing them as you continued to suck. He arched his back, whining more.
"Y/n, I'm close," he warned. You ran your teeth along his length gently. He threw his head back and moaned more. He was ready to come undone, but you wanted to him suffer longer. He remembered what you had said though, keeping it back.
You wanted to put him to the limits, starting to moan yourself as he was in your mouth. The vibrations were too much for him and he spilled his load into your mouth. You didn't even bat an eye as you swallowed every drop, pulling away and licking him clean until he was completely finished. He was shaking as he came down from his orgasm.
"Come here," he ordered, pulling you up by the hand that was around your throat still. "I want to taste myself on you." His lips were barely touching yours as he spoke. You sat on his lap, thankful that you had chosen to wear a skirt so his cock was only a layer away from your core. He kissed you deeply, tasting every part of your mouth. Slowly, you pulled away from each other.
"You have to be on stage soon. We had better head back in," you remembered, burying your face in his soft neck. He groaned.
"I think I'm ready now." You stood up off of him. "Remind me to return the favor next time you come out to a show." He smirked at you as he resituated himself in his pants. He stood up next to you, kissing you one last time.
"Go knock 'em dead, Tiger," you told him, putting your hand on his chest. He kissed you one more time before moving to the door. He tried to unlock it.
"Y/n," he paused.
"Yeah?"
"You don't happen to have your phone on you, do you?" You checked the pockets in your black skirt. You didn't.
"Nope. Why?"
"We're locked in here." You started laughing. Just his luck.
"This is what you get for not waiting until I told you to finish!" You said through laughter, turning him bright red.
Luckily, it didn't take Ron too long before he came to collect them. They managed to get the door off the hinges in time for the show to run according to schedule, Dustin sending you knowing looks the entire night.
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Domestic Bliss (Dustin Bates)
FanfictionPretty much just little blurps of being in a relationship with Dustin Bates. Fluff. A little bit of bad stuff. I blame Taylor for 98% of this book. Enjoy, my little hoes.