you slid off the chat. it was about 5am in the morning, Sunday and you couldn't be asked to even move. your jaw still hurt from taking his inhuman length and you throat was sore.
"that's what i get from taking fucking eleven inches down my throat."
you mumbled to yourself. you couldn't get over how fine he looked when he came. his eyes rolled back and he looked so peaceful. it was a sight you wanted to see again. you wanted to dedicate your life into becoming his little 'sex slave'.
you'd even get it tatted on you, somewhere small though. shit you wasn't that committed..
when he walked you home last night you made sure he'd walk you to your neighbourhood gate. the neighbourhood you lived in was full of snitches in big houses and snobs. black and white all they gave a fuck about was drama and exposing other peoples kids.
you were friends with some of the neighbourhood kids since they was all around your age but you distanced yourself from them. hanging with them would only get you in deeper shit and your auntie was stressed enough.
you was watching Tokyo Ghoul but your mind was just filled with dabi... and kaneki fine ass self. you didn't know what to do anymore you wanted to see him but you didn't want to text him first. you wasn't a beg, and it's not like he was going to reply ay 5:30 in the fucking morning.
"fuck it one life!"
dabi sheluvdabi
27 February, 5:37
hey..
look who it is.
shut up omg this is why i wasn't gonna text you ;(
