#gfriend

Sooo what type of date are you taking me on? No wrong answers 🌸

(Viviz X Male Reader) Wordcount: 1116 words

The flashing cameras are replaced by the dim glow of hotel suite lights. The wind and the warm flow of the event are replaced by the heavy scent of sweat and sex. The room is a mess. Discarded clothes in piles on the floor, shoes scattered, the massive bed stripped to just the fitted sheet that’s already soaked in places.

I miss summer 😖

Don’t be scared.

ᯓ★summary | An intimate and sexual moment between you and Paige Bueckers, a basketball star, in her dorm room. After watching a horror movie together, Paige comforts you through physical and emotional closeness that quickly becomes erotic. The short story focuses on their affectionate and sexual interaction, highlighting Paige's caring nature and their mutual desire.

ᯓ★warnings | Explicit sexual content, graphic depiction of sexual acts, strong language related to intimacy, sex in a dorm.

The dim glow of the TV screen flickers across Paige's dorm room at UConn, casting shadows that dance along the walls lined with basketball posters and championship banners. You're curled up on her bed, the soft hum of the PlayStation 5 filling the air as the latest horror flick plays out its tense scenes. Paige Bueckers, your girlfriend and the star guard who's been lighting up the court all season, pulls you closer against her side. Her game day braids are still in from practice earlier, framing her focused face, and she's lounging in a tight Nike sports bra that hugs her toned abs and athletic basketball shorts that ride up her strong thighs. The scent of her vanilla body wash lingers, mixing with the faint sweat from her workout, making everything feel so real and close.

A sudden jump scare hits the screen—a monster lunging from the darkness—and you flinch hard, burying your face into her shoulder with a sharp gasp. Your heart races, fingers clutching at her arm. Paige chuckles softly, her voice low and reassuring as she pauses the game with the controller. 'Hey, baby, it's just a movie,' she murmurs, her hand sliding up your back in slow circles. She tilts your chin up with gentle fingers, her blue eyes locking onto yours, full of that protective warmth she always has after a tough game or a long day. 'You're safe with me. Come here.'

Before you can respond, her lips press against yours, soft at first, a comforting kiss that melts away the fear. Her mouth moves with easy confidence, tongue slipping in to taste you, deepening the kiss until your body relaxes into her. You feel her hand trail down your side, slipping under your shirt to caress your skin, her touch firm yet tender. 'Let me make it better,' she whispers against your lips, her breath hot. Her fingers hook into the waistband of your pants, tugging them down just enough to expose you, and she slides her hand between your thighs.

You gasp into her mouth as her fingers find your pussy, already slick from the closeness and the adrenaline. She strokes your folds slowly, parting them with two fingers before circling your clit in tight, teasing motions. 'That's it, relax for me,' Paige says, her voice husky, kissing along your jaw while her fingers dip inside you, curling just right to hit that spot that makes your hips buck. She pumps them steadily, her thumb pressing against your clit, building the pleasure until the movie's terror is forgotten. Your hands grip her sports bra, pulling her closer, and she adds a third finger, stretching you as she fucks you with her hand, her braids brushing your cheek.

The rhythm quickens, her fingers thrusting deeper, wet sounds filling the room over the paused game's menu music. You're moaning now, grinding against her palm, the comfort turning into raw need. Paige pulls her fingers out suddenly, slick and shining, and brings them to her lips, sucking them clean with a grin. 'Taste so good, baby. Want more?' Without waiting, she shifts you onto her lap, your legs straddling one of her powerful thighs, the fabric of her basketball shorts rough against your bare skin.

She guides your hips down, pressing your pussy against her thigh, and you start rocking instinctively. Paige's hands grip your ass, squeezing as she helps you ride her, the friction sending sparks through your core. Leaning back against the pillows, she ducks her head, her mouth finding your chest first—kissing, then sucking on your nipple through your shirt until it's hard and aching. But she doesn't stop there. With a gentle push, she lays you back slightly, her braids swaying as she slides down your body.

Her hands spread your thighs wide, and she dives in, tongue flat against your pussy as she licks from bottom to top in one long, slow stroke. You whimper, fingers tangling in her braids, pulling her closer. Paige eats you out like she's savoring every bit, her tongue flicking your clit before plunging inside you, fucking you with it in short, insistent thrusts. She sucks on your folds, then latches onto your clit, humming vibrations that make your toes curl. 'Come on, let go for me,' she urges between licks, her strong hands holding you steady as your hips buck against her face.

The pleasure builds fast, her mouth relentless—lapping, sucking, tongue circling until you're trembling. You ride her thigh harder now, even as she's between your legs, the dual sensations overwhelming. Paige slides one hand up to pinch your nipple, the other pressing her thigh up to grind against your ass. Your orgasm crashes over you, pussy clenching as you cry out her name, cum flooding her tongue. She licks you through it, not stopping until you're spent, panting in her lap.

ㅤ✿ֵྀ♩᳝ㅤ 𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 ꦿᩙ

♫ ྀི ˚̣̣̣ㅤ ㅤ𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝. ｡°(°¯᷄◠¯᷅°)°｡ㅤ℘

⠀⠀⠀⠀​‎⠀⠀​‎⠀⠀ৡദິ♡ ្*⠀⠀​‎⠀⠀ ৡദິ♡ ្*⠀⠀​‎⠀⠀ ৡദິ♡ ្*⠀⠀​‎⠀⠀ ৡദິ♡ ្*⠀⠀​‎⠀⠀

✚ 𓈒⠀ᴗ)ㅤㅤ𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕ㅤㅤ ✉️ၵໍ़

These aren’t my panties. 😈