thinking about plug!law who’d fuck you while your shitty boyfriend just had to call you. “you better plan on fucking dropping him soon,” he’d grunt, thrusting further into your warmth. “‘s pussy’s mine now. bastard doesn’t like it—“ law would grunt, adding one extra forceful thrust. “—he can kick fucking rocks. answer it.” of course you’d do as told and would expect him to stop the moment the call connected but nope! plug!law would continue fucking you, and he’d add in the clit rub mix for free just to get a reaction out of you. it’d be hard for your sweet voice to even ask what your boyfriend wanted, because you’d be too caught up in trying not to whine out for law to fuck into you harder. your soft moans are not missed as your boyfriend aggressively questions why you weren’t paying attention to him. plug!law would hear the commotion on the other end of the line and grin proudly as he’d lean down to suck on your pebbly nipples, your entire body just ready to submit under his command. with a not so subtle pop! sound, he’d tease by muttering, “you gonna tell him what our smoke sessions really consist of, or should i?” when you’d press your pretty manicured fingers along the lines of his abs and down near his pelvis, the dirty drug dealer would chucke malevolently before placing his own hand on your neck.
you definitely couldn’t talk now.