Oneeeshotsss (mostly Dailtown brainrot)

WIP im never finishing (smut 4 smile 4 me)

Parsley stumbled into the bathroom, locking the door and sliding down to the dirty, trashy ground. He shakily spread his legs, a hard-on pressing uncomfortably against his tight jeans. He shrugged off his jacket hurriedly and palmed himself through his jeans, as he took out his phone without thinking. His head clouded with alcohol and need, he clicked on Anons contact, and called them, it wasn't until it rang that he realized what he had done, and once they picked up, he was sweating and rubbing himself through his jeans aggressively.

"Hello? Parsley? Are you okay?" Their sweet voice rang through the phone, concerned why Parsley had called them, considering they knew he was currently at the lounge, getting shit drunk. Parsley grunted softly into the phone, then cleared his voice.

"Y-yup! Just.. wanted to hear you.." He said, fiddling with his belt and pants buttons. His voice was slurred, and every touch felt like it left tingles on his skin. The bathroom was slightly spinning, and he softly swayed in place. Parsley softly panted, just loud enough to be heard through the phone. He finally got to his jeans zipper. He pulled it down, a bit too quickly and it could be heard through the phone.

"Are you sure? Should I come pick you up?" Anon asked, looking around for their keys. It was late ish, about 12:00, and they had been just watching tv. They heard a distinct 'zip' followed by clothes rustling.

"What are you doing, Par?" They asked, leaning into the phone. Parsley spit onto his hand and started to softly jerk off, gasping slightly. They broke out of a slight trance by Anon calling his name. He softly moaned back, giving up on trying to hide it.

"A-Anon.." He softly cooed into the phone, as he squirmed slightly under his touch. He was panting, eyes fluttering closed.

"W-wha? Parsley? Are yo-" They got cut off. "A-Anon, please, im so horny right now- i'm in the bathroom- i- need you-" He confessed, red as a tomato, his words slightly slurring together. Anon got shocked for a second but smirked and sat down back on the couch, crossing their legs.

"And your jerking off? Mm, bad boy!" They called into the phone, leaning their head on one hand. Parsley trembled, starting to stroke himself faster, one hand covering his mouth as drool slipped out of it and onto his hand. He groaned into the phone and confirmed, breathing harshly through his nose.

"Aww~ Did you get so needy you had to run into the bathroom? Fucking slut~" Anon teased, trying to get Parsley flustered.