𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 -bob dylan

─ 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 ?

WARNING; BLOW JOB AHEAD

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

an hour had passed. it was quick. but also slow. his foot had been the stereo, producing the constant sounds of tapping on the sturdy wool that rested below him. she hadn't wasted a tear, he didn't need to waste a grin. 

however, the urges that displayed in his mind only grew. got worse if you will. his eyes constantly found the path back to her chest, which wasn't anything like jayne mansfield's but it wasn't entirely flat. it still had enough, size, to attract him. 

yet, the more he looked, the more guilt he felt. he shouldn't have been gawking at someone who he called a 'friend' the way he was- staring solely at her breasts. that his mind considered only her chest, so he wouldn't seem as perverted.

"zimmy what's wrong?" she couldn't help but giggle at his current state, his continual twitching and foot tapping. she had noticed, actually, the way he was acting. it wasn't usual, nor was it something he possessed very often. which already led her to believe something wasn't sitting right in that mind of his. 

he bit his lip, which she already identified as his routine nervous habit, "y-you wouldn't understand my problem, plus there's not much you could do."  in that particular moment, he parked in an empty lot, his gut telling him it was the right choice to make. 

he flashed her a halfhearted smile glossed in reassurance that she knew was simply false. so being the persuasive girl she was always branded as, she leaned closer to him, swinging her leg playfully over her other. 

"awh c'mon zimmerman, tell me! maybe i could help, well, you'd have to tell me first-"

"i'm horny, i want a blow job!"

both their eyes widening at his remark. his face flushed a deeper crimson than her's did, even more so after he caught her glancing down at his crotch, which he only covered (barely) by a clench of his thigh.

"i-i can help,, that is if you'd like me to," she bit down on her lip this time, embarrassed by her suggestion but more so out of nervousness, if he did in fact, yes.

he adjusted his seat back, his hands trembling as his eyes couldn't help but flicker over towards her and her movements. the car rocked just a tad, however, they were both a bit too lucky to have parked in a lot where no one occupied a worn space. 

his jeans soon fell to the floor, courtesy of her tight grip she wooed his waist band with. although he had tried to smirk, he was becoming too worried over what she would say about him, what if he wasn't good enough for her, down there?

shockingly, despite her nerves she wasted little to no time greeting him with her mouth. he attempted to keep his eyes open, to see her tongue swirl around him. but each time he did so the piercing hue of her eyes greeted him, creased by her growing smirk which only made him throw his head back.

his hands threaded through her locks that felt as if they were sewn by fine silk. groans flew through his car as the movements of his hips reached a point where they had to move, aggressively.

"f-fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," he tried to tame his groans but failed miserably. he clutched onto her hair tightly now, tugging it back just to feel the wondrous sensation of her choking on him. her eyes ran with glorious tears as her lips still stayed fixated with him, and clothed themselves in that smirk. 

her hand found him as well, its motivation purely being the praises he poured onto her. words that made her cheeks flush any time but right now.

the moment she took him deeper into her throat, letting him touch the back, he knew he couldn't last. his breathing accelerated, his hips moved with her mouth desperately as he craved his finish more then he craved more of her talents.

 "b-baby i, i'm not gonna last much-"

he didn't even last to finish his sentence. he watched as her pull his cock out of her mouth, grinning devilshly up at him. her lips were massacred in white, which she eagerly licked off, swiping it off, licking the coated fingers slowly.

"this doesn't change anything- i just did a favor for a friend, all right?"

he tried to cling onto some air, "so, still friends?"

she chuckled, crawling onto his lap, kissing his cheek before returning to her seat, her eyes glimmering, "isn't that what i just said, lover-boy?"

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙