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(★) 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖ᵗʷᵉⁿᵗʸ

"I'll go first because I'm already halfway undressed, " Korei giggled, sitting on her knees on Hanta's bed. She unzipped her skirt, images of last night's fantasy rushing into her mind as she let the fabric fall. "Do you have a certain pose in mind?" She asked, looking up at Hanta as he put his stuff away.

"Yeah, " he replied, turning around to find Korei laying on his bed and kicking her skirt off. He bit his cheek and walked towards her. "I do want to know if you have any limits. Like, what are you not gonna show me?"

Korei stared up at him in thought, her mind clouded. She didn't know if there was anything that she wouldn't show him. It's not like she could tell him that though, she needed to have boundaries. Surely he wouldn't want to see her completely naked no matter how many times she pictured it. "I'm not gonna show..." she mumbled out, her cheeks flushed as she motioned over her area. Hanta nodded, face heating up. "W-we're not..." her voice was barely a whisper. Hanta thought she was trying to say that they weren't ever gonna be that close, so he just nodded and tried to focus on the posing.

"Right, " he cleared his throat. "Just, scoot up a bit?" Korei obliged, scooting further up onto his bed. He moved the pillows aside, holding one in his hands as a new idea popped into his head. There were so many positions he wanted to see her in if only he could. "Uh, can you take your bra off?"

"Pervert, " she teased, sitting up so she could do as he asked. Her gaze dropped to the floor, slowly trailing up his leg. Biting her bottom lip, she slipped her bra off and tossed it aside. After this, Hanta's fantasies would most definitely be even more detailed. "Now what?" Their eyes met and she flashed him a flirtatious smile. The black-haired boy was torturing himself while doing this.

"Lay down for me?" He squeaked out, releasing his grip on the pillow as he realized exactly what he wanted. His pants painfully restrained him, but it helped in reminding him that he couldn't just do as he pleased. He had lines that Korei didn't want crossed. "Now, I want you to picture that you just had the best sex in your life, yeah?" It was odd, but as the two bowls of weed hit them, there was no restraint. Korei giggled at his request, her eyes closing as she imagined just what it would be like to actually fuck Hanta on Shinsou's bed: fast, hard, and loving. Her stomach fluttered and she bent one of her knees up, almost forgetting that she wasn't alone. Hanta groaned inwardly at the sight, unable to tear his gaze from her body.

Korei felt the arousal build in her lower-half, resisting the urge to touch herself as she writhed on Hanta's bed. Her eyes cracked open just the slightest, feeling Hanta ease her leg down because he was climbing on top of her. She felt her heart race in her chest, clit throbbing as she remembered just how good it felt as she pictured him fingering her. Her bottom lip was tugged between her teeth and she waited for further instructions.

Hanta pulled his phone out, setting it on the bed so he didn't forget that was his main goal. "Put your hands wherever you want them to be, " he breathed out, sitting back on Korei's thighs. In one swift movement, Korei dropped her hands to gracefully rest against her skin, one on her stomach and the other touching the top of her shoulder. She giggled and looked up at him, his black eyes amused and lustful. Hanta's hard-on twitched and he flushed a bright red, realizing he was subconsciously pressing himself against her. "I'm so sorry, " he apologized, leaning back some more.

"It's fine. I like knowing that I can turn someone on, " she shrugged, still giggling. He wanted to tell her that she never struggled with that but he didn't. Grabbing his phone, he unlocked it and opened up his camera. The picture of the sight before him was so much better than he thought, still nothing compared to the real thing though. He wouldn't be able to look at his phone screen without getting hard, that's for sure. He scooted himself forward a little more, wanting to make sure he had at least a little proof that he got to straddle her. "Got the picture yet?"