2𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙕𝙊𝘿𝙊𝙉𝙀ˢᵉʳᵒ

(★) 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵉᵉⁿ

Hanta didn't even get a chance to enter his room and relieve himself of the hard-on that Korei had given him. He was bombarded by Denki and Kirishima. Shinsou was leaning against the nearby wall as well, now spending more time with Denki because he was lonely.

"Did you take the picture?" Denki shouted, smacking Kirishima and telling him to show Hanta the screenshot. When the black-haired boy saw Korei's picture on the screen, he felt his pants grow even tighter. He shuffled and tried to fix himself.

"C'mon, can I take a piss first?" He asked, eyes still trained on the picture. Despite what he had said about Kirishima being the lucky one, he knew he was the actual lucky one. He got to see the real thing, touch her skin just enough to make him want more. "Also, how many people have seen this?"

"Just us, " Shinsou hummed, glaring up at the three boys. He was angry. How is it that Korei's having an easier time of finding someone else? "But does it really matter? If you're willing to send that to someone you barely know it's like asking for them to post it publicly."

"She sent that to Kirishima only, no-one else was supposed to see it, " Hanta said, unzipping his bag to pull his room key out. "What the hell, Kirishima? You just screenshotted her nudes like that?" He was upset, even though he had done a similar thing a few weeks back.

"It's not manly, I know, but dude, " the redhead shook his head. "I have to see that more than once." He said, shoving the picture into Hanta's face once more. Hanta licked his lips as he stared at the picture, his pupils were blown. He needed to get into his room quickly. "So, did you take it?"

"He had to of! He was just in Korei's room! Who else would it have been?" Denki practically shouted, throwing his arms up. He wrapped one around Hanta's shoulder, tugging him down a little to continue questioning him. "How far did you two go? Are you in an open relationship? Fuck buddies? What's the deal?"

"Dude shut the hell up, " Hanta grimaced, pushing Denki off of him and unlocking his door. "Let me see your phone real quick, Kiri." He said, reaching out for the redhead's device. He quickly sent the picture to himself, handing it back. "Please, fuck off now." Hanta smiled, waving to his friends. He shut his door and locked it, tossing his bag down and then quickly losing his clothes. He sat down on his bed, phone in one hand as he stared at Korei's picture. This wasn't the first time he's done this.

He pulled the lotion out of his dresser drawer and pumped two squirts into his hand. Slowly, he rubbed the cream onto his erection, applying pressure where he knew he liked it. His eyes jumped all over his phone screen, remembering exactly how he felt in that moment. If he had just pressed himself against her then he probably wouldn't be doing this to himself, Korei would be doing it for him. God, she looked so good.

"Fu-fuck, " he breathed out, quickening his pace. His thumb pressed down on his aching tip, pre-cum practically oozing out of it. He moaned and shut his eyes tight, picturing what could have happened in Korei's room earlier. He bit his bottom lip harshly, images of Korei's naked chest on display for him flashing behind his eyelids. He whimpered to himself, trying so hard to be quiet. His phone dropped to his bed and he continued to fantasize about the chubby green-haired girl that stole his heart.

She looked so fucking good laying on her back underneath him. His hands gripped her wrists, pressing them into the mattress so gently. He wanted her, he wanted to be used by her. If she had used him for a rebound then he'd have been fine, until he wanted more.

"Oh God, " he panted heavily, free hand gripping his thigh as he quickened his pace even more. What would Korei look like if she got on her knees for him? "K-korei, God, " he was nearing his end and it was all because he couldn't help but picture Korei wrapping her mouth around his cock, looking up at him through those eyelashes of hers. God, to see her golden-brown eyes roll as he bucked his hips forward, fuck. "Fuck, fuck, " he moaned breathlessly, keeping his voice low so he didn't get someone knocking on his door and interrupting his daydream.