( 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗔𝗣𝗘, 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗜𝗜 )

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑
" ANOTHER TOXIN. "

WITH A TASTE OF YOUR LIPS, IM ON A RIDE.
YOU'RE TOXIC, I'M SLIPPIN' UNDER.
WITH A TASTE OF A POISON PARADISE,
I'M ADDICTED TO YOU, DON'T YOU KNOW THAT YOU'RE TOXIC?
AND I LOVE WHAT YOU DO,
DON'T YOU KNOW THAT YOU'RE TOXIC?

- a longer chapter lolz,
also completely unedited

phone sex, masturbation, jean being hot,
nude exchange, sexting or somethin idfk.

- may 5th, 8.20 pm.

"I'm hereee!" Adam says in a sing-song voice as he knocks on your door obnoxiously, and you laugh setting down your phone which you were on a phone call with Jean. He knew you would be going out for dinner with a few friends since it's the night before your graduation.

"They're such pains, holy shit." You laugh under your breath, fixing the straps of your top quickly. You weren't trying to do anything fancy. More casual just for a night downtown.

Jean smiles. You had a good view of him trying to tune his guitar. He was struggling, although you knew he could play well. He just claimed he wasn't used to doing it the way he was before.

"Yeah, well. Marco's new girlfriend sucks. She's so shitty to you." He sighs, strumming a few strings for a quick test.

"I'll deal with it. Besides I hope I won't have to see her like I always do once we leave this hell. Besides, i've decided i'm just gonna graduate and hold the fact that I have this poor talent in my heart for a bit. Then come fuck you or something." You snort, nearly messing up your eyeliner that you were trying to do quickly.

"Ah, shit. You got me feelin' some typa way with those words.." He chuckles in a slurry tone, sliding his tattooed fingers across the strings again.

"You suck, babe." You shake your head, lips curving into a smile as you too listen as Adam continues to knock on the door.

"You love it. Now go with your stupid friends, love. Have a good time for me, okay?" He smiles, picking up his phone again as he separates from his instrument

"I will. Love you!" You blow him a kiss, and he laughs. "Love you too!" 

Then, you both hang up.

You move to grab your shoes from besides your door, and shove your phone in your purse so you could finally go see your yes, incredibly stupid friends, Marco, Margaux, Adam and Carmella. (Margaux is the shitty one.)

You open the door, and there they were.

"Thank fuck." She laughs, pulling you into a quick hug in which you all shared. Margaux pulled Marco back towards her though. 

She was.. the jealous type, trying to out-do everything you possibly did no matter what.

You smile at her politely, and she just gives you a dirty look and looks away. You grab Carmella's arm and whisper into your ear.

"What'd I do this time?" 

She rolls her eyes.

"No clue. She's holding some grudge. Probably that Jean is fucking you and not her." She teases, and you both snicker. But Adam being Adam has to know what you two girls were gossiping about.

"Catch up, Assholes!" He shouts as the girl was causing him to fall behind.

Marco looked tired.

"Yeah, c'mon! We have reservations!" Carmella cheered, clapping her hands together in celebration. The two other nods, and he quickly pulls Margaux forward so he could be with you guys.

"Jesus, y/n,"

"Don't 'Jesus' me, Bodt." You snort, punching him in the shoulder and everyone laughs.. even her. But only a little bit. A sarcastic laugh. A nosy one at the most. And Carmella, adds in, 

"Yeah, Marco. Nobody 'Jesus's' Y/n L/n!" 

-

"I propose a toast.. to nothing but owning real ID's and the end of college." You say, lifting up your drink at your little table that was lucky enough to fit all of you.

You all followed, meeting in the middle with all of your drinks, smiling.

"To real ID's, and the end of college." You all then said in sync, every one of you in high-spirits. 

"Alright, who's going first?!" Carmella says excitedly, and she points to Adam and Marco, of which they take gladly.

The two men both grabbed each other hands, and began their stupid little arm wrestle. Adam had exclaimed how Marco's hands were cold, and you all just laughed along.

You only watched amused, knowing fully well who would be the champion.

Adam briefly let Marco think he was going to win before slamming his hand down light enough not too make any noise, and claiming his quick victory.

"Fuck no!" he sighed, leaning back and taking his glass to his lips again.

"Nice try, Marco!" You say, patting him on the shoulder. This is what you normally did when you went out with this group. There weren't really any rules. Margaux was only just getting into the game.

"You and me, c'mon," He says, and you snicker.

"It's one thing getting beat by Adam. I really don't wanna have to show you up by beating you as well."

He smiled.

"We'll see."

You then take each others hands, they were cold and felt as though he hadn't touched another person in ages, just as Adam had shared. The moment the two of you touched the bitch looked as though she would jump up and slap you across the face.

You shake your head, and then begin. 

Yeah, you were stronger but he had a sudden force. 

In the end, you won, and it was time to go up against her. It shouldn't be a problem. 

"I'll go easy on you, yeah?" You smile, nodding a bit and she does too. 

"Just go!" Carmella says, and you both then try your hardest to slam each others hands down onto the table. Margaux dug her long nails into your wrist, and you wince a bit. 

Fuck they were sharp.

Right as you were about to beat her, she let go at the sight of a waiter.

"Aw, no! That is not fai-"

"Can we get some, hm," She begins, looking for some sort of alcohol to do god knows what with it.

"Your strongest liquor, madame." Adam butts in, winking at the woman in which she just chuckled and shook her head.

"Of course." 

The girl was hooked to Marco. Linking her arm with his and just being all over him. Carmella had texted you silently that it was weird, and you agreed.

A little bit passed and finally the drinks were set on the table. None of you knew what it was but just decided to go for it.

Time just went on and on for what seemed like forever as you drank, and Marco and Margaux seemed to be the only ones who were out of the correct headspace.

"Wanna smoke?" Carmella asks you, showing you the pack of cigarettes she had stuffed in her already full purse, filled with some cash and like.. you didn't even know.

"Mhm, We'll be back." You say, pulling her lighter from that same purse before you and the woman make your way out through the back. You knew your way around perfectly since you had been out to eat here before.

But I mean, you guys hadn't even ordered food yet and so you expected Adam and the others to do so for you.

As you reach the back, the two of you light your cigs that neither of you were even going to smoke. For a while, she had been using that term as a quick code for 'hey, i need to talk to you real quick.' And it had lasted.

"I don't like Margaux." She tells you.

"Yeah. She's all over Marco. And none of us like that, a bitch won't let me near him most of the time." You yawn, kicking a rock down the alleyway.

"Agreed. He's been acting super weird too." She nods. And you stay there for a bit chatting away before you finally speak up,

"We should.. get back, Carm." You say, ditching it quickly and she does the same in a way that wouldn't start a fire.

Adam was the only one drinking as you returned and sat back at the table. The two lovebirds were gone. There was a bit of alcohol on the table, spilled.

"What happened?" You say, sliding into the seat.

"They're having sex. Marco was fucked up though. Like.. fuckkkeeddd up." 

"Within that little amount of time they're already banging?" Carmella says, picking up her liquor and taking a long swig.

"Yeah. I'm just.. a little suspicious. We all agreed on how we feel about Margaux, right?" He asks and informs, wiping his lips of the hard alcohol.

"Whatever. What time is it? You're taking them home." You say, standing up as you listen to your phone go off in your phone.

"Like nine something. Who's that?" He asks, leaning in as you pull your phone out of your purse, a smile instantly creeping onto your face.

"It's Chris." You say, picking up the facetime call.

"Yooo," He begins, looking at the area behind you for more context on what you were doing. "Are you drinking? Mommy is not gonna like this!" He teases, and you and your friends laugh.

"Yeah, well we're waiting for Marco and Margaux to stop fucking so we can get going." You tell him, laughing.

"Alrighty, well we just got into the city and we wanted to say Hi before we see you guys. And we have a little something for you, as well." Your brother smiles, picking up the camera to show you a better view of your younger siblings who were asleep.

"I don't need to see them yet. But, tell them I said I love them and goodnight, mum and dad too." You say, and he agrees to do so.

"Alrighty, I'll talk to you tomorrow. See ya!" He waves, and the two of you hang up. Phone calls with him were always quick.

"Alright. Carm, you wanna get going?" You ask with a chuckle, and she nods getting up leaving the blonde man with a goodbye note:

"Adam you can drive them home. I'm not getting puked on."

You fall back onto the couch, the bachelorette recorded tapes playing on your tv. You had just gotten a nice and long bath, and it was around 10.45 pm now, and you had changed into just a sweatshirt and some cheap panties.

As you were just about to put it down, your phone suddenly dings. 

( - 1 new message from,
Jean <3 )

Jean <3
whatcha doin?

You
trying to watch the bachelorette
since i just got outta the bath
whats up babe

 You don't think twice about
what Jean was thinking himself. You knew.

Jean <3
Wish i were there right now 

He was obviously horny and wanted you to keep him going for the
night. You smirk a little bit. You had to get into the right headspace. 

You couldn't help yourself but to imagine him there with you, chest
pressed  against your back and length sliding across your cunt.

It made you feel hot, creating a burning sensation in your middle.

You
Why don't you tell me what you would do
if you did just happen to be here?

Risky, yeah. But Jean's somewhat shocked.

He's thinking about you and your body, what he could've seen in that bath and what he could've been seeing of you right now.

The curve of your breast, legs wrapped around his waist, his fingers in your mouth and touching the back of your throat, watching you gag with a pleased expression. This just made his situation worse.

Without another thought, he moved his hand down his abdomen from their place behind his head, and palmed himself through his sweatpants.

He grunts your name as he's is overtaken by the ecstasy he feels. He wants you so badly, but this will do. He gets his phone and turns on the camera, he wants you, y/n l/n, to see what your doing to him. 

On your part, you weren't surprised by the speed of Jean's text when he sends you a picture of his bulge pressed against his sweats.

You nod with a chilled expression, and pull up the top of your sweatshirt so your breasts are exposed as you turn on the camera.

You squeeze your tits a bit so they can look perkier for your boyfriend's own pleasure. You two had been talking on call non-stop and this was another one of the moments where he was so oversexed. 

You remember the multiple times he'd texted you during class asking for nudes. This was just him. Regular horny Jean.

Your fingers lingered over the send button as you check over the picture one more time, and you shut your eyes to press it.

There should've been shame in this, but there was none of the sort.

Then, your phone suddenly rings. Knowing fully well it was Jean, you pick it up and only hear small moans and grunts.

"Listen to yourself." You say cooly, and another groan escapes his pretty mouth. You listened as he jacked himself off, his fingers wrapped around his shaft and sliding up and down his erect cock. 

He kept saying your name in strangled, breathless gasps. And you just couldn't contain yourself as your free-hand cups at your tit, then begins to slide down to your abdomen, and reaches your aching core.

You move your thighs apart, your wetness from Jean's erotic noises oh so clear. 

Your fingers find their ways into your panties, and down to where your cunt was already dripping for him. 

You rub on your clit slowly at first, your heart facing with the sweet sounds.

You had to hold back moans as you rubbed faster, but suddenly the man speaks up with a groan.  

"Fuck, babe, baby- lemme hear you," You could cum on your fingers by that alone. 

Your secretions made it easy to slide your fingers into your pussy, a moan releasing from your throat.

"Good girl," 

He says, a moan making it's way into those two words as he spoke. You only follow his order and begin calling, and moaning his name. Whimpering as you feel your core tightening around your fingers.

Jean was getting a load of this obviously, his grunts soon become more desperate, lewd and needy.

Your boyfriend by now was aggressively jerking himself on, nearly having to cover his mouth out of embarrassment with the noises he was making.

"Keep going, fuck," You moan, grabbing onto the throw pillow behind your head as your fingers move in and out of you at their quick pace.

"Y/n, I'm gonna.." he lets out a loud groan, his breath is hectic as he rides out his high, completely losing his fucking pride as he cums to the voice and the visionary of you fucking yourself to him. 

Soon enough, you were riding out your own orgasm, your mind taking it's time to clear and your body relax completely. Your panties were at your ankles, and your thighs were weak. 

None of you spoke for a solid thirty seconds, and you could only hear his breathing and yours synced.

And fuck, you didn't know what to say so it was even. Both of you were too awkward to say something right after you just fucked over a damn phone call. 

And oops, you graduated tomorrow.

- published 4/20/2021

im telling u now, this is the final phone sex before
yall r finally getting fucked in person cause i refuse to write
another phone sex for a while ahaha /srs