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[ᴅᴀʏ ᴏɴᴇ - ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ // ꜱʜɪᴍɪᴢᴜ ᴋɪʏᴏᴋᴏ]

🍥 ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏɴᴇ 🍥

-ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ
-ᴘʀᴏꜰᴀɴɪᴛɪᴇꜱ
-!ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ!
-ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
-ꜱᴜʙ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
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-ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ

-"ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ?
ᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴀᴅ.
ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴜᴍ"

-"ᴘʟᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀʀᴅꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜ.."

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It felt like it had been an eternity.
You'd been pinned down and spread out for years, kept on edge for centuries.
It was funny in a way, your slightly clouded mind mused as the clock seemed to tick louder each second, as if it was taunting you.
Speeding by one second, dragging the next, it felt like everything was an illusion.

Your thoughts were interrupted as her fingertips slowly trailed up your thigh just inches away from touching your bundle of nerves.
You nearly choked on your breath as your hips tried to jerk forward but having no room to move.
Your thoughts scattered again, losing whatever slight coherence they might have regained when the hand had left for the last time.

Thats all Kiyoko seemed to do.
Touch, Tempt, Tease.
And then disappear from the one place that was desperately aching for attention the most.
You whined pathetically, shuddering, your area slick and dripping with your juices.
If you had been able to gather a few more braincells together to notice, you'd realize that the bedsheet underneath you had been soaked and a puddle was forming from how much had leaked out of you leaving the your lower half to be somewhat damp, evidence of how long you had been laying there.

The hand on you was firm this time, almost rough, and you were so sensitive it nearly hurt.
You couldn't keep still, arms straining for any kind of movement.
The cuffs around your wrists were padded, thank god, or you'd probably be bleeding with the way you were tugging.
A soft thumb swiped through your folds, pausing over your hole, spreading more wetness and you couldn't.

You couldn't !
Not until you were told-
You gasped, breath ragged and short, the muscles in your belly tight and your lip almost bleeding from how hard you were biting it, trying to fight off the feeling that creeped so dangerously close to the edge.
The hand was gone again, the warmth leaving your sensitive area exposed to the cool air, adding more salt to the wound.
Your breath was merely a shudder when you exhaled.

You felt a touch again, but higher, gliding over your stomach and sides, soothing and gentle.
Completely at odds with the one that had come before.
It was just enough to keep you from tipping over, eyes barely able to open to look at the figure hovering over you.