ask #2!! dbf!hopper <3 dbf!hopper who can't help but keep an eye on you throughout town, maybe you're busted at a party for smoking weed and he drives you back to his place in the patrol car, lectures you about how you're not supposed to be doing that, and he can't just get you out of everything 'cause he's friends with your dad. and you're like yeah lol i know but can you get me out of this if i suck your dick? and he's like well now that's a different story...
the gears click as he shoves the gearshift into park before his fingers drift over to the key, shutting off the rumbling engine of the truck. your father's asleep - already lost to dreamland and far too deep into it to have noticed the once-shining headlights of the vehicle. "it wasn't even that much." you crack open the visor and flip up the mirror's protective latch, smearing away the eyeliner that's now smudged underneath your eye.
hopper scoffs, running his hand over the scruff that clings to his jaw, head shaking with the effort. "not what i saw, sweetheart." he motions toward the door. "c'mon, out you go. i'll talk to your dad in the morning.. no use waking him up now."
but you're flashing those eyes at him, one that hardens his cock behind the zipper of his uniform's pants, turning onto your knees so that your forearms brace your weight on the center console. "oh please hop...he'll kill me. you know he will."
he glances over at you, weaving his fingers in his hair before his head lolls back, a long sigh rolling off his tongue. "y'know i can't keep doin' this for y'kid. just because i'm your dad's friend doesn't mean you get to get out of everything."
you blink dopily at him, lip spilling out in a pout. "what.. what if i gave you a blowie for it? just like last time?" you don't know if it's the marijuana in your system or the way his thighs look in his pants, but the words are coming out before you can grab them and shove them back down your throat.
hopper immediately clears his throat, eyebrows shooting up with surprise. he adjusts his position in his seat - cock painfully hard at this point. "well uh.. well you know that's a different story then, kid. i'm.. i'm sure we can work something out, no?"
you nod, overjoyed, reaching over to help as his fingers fumble with his belt buckle, pulling it loose from its metal cage and then watching as he pulls the thick girth from his boxers, groaning at the feeling. "promise i've got better." you preen, draping yourself over the console, the gearshift prodding at your right hip.
"yeah?" he chortles, pulling at the lever to lean the back of the seat further back, giving you some more space. "show me, then, princess. go on."
taking the weeping head into your mouth, his pre oozes over the flat of your tongue, and you groan around the circumference of him, shifting so that a heel presses into your pulsating cunt. he presses a warning hand against the back of your head, limiting your range of movement with a satisfied hum. "there we go baby... just like i taught you.."
