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[loverxgirl03]

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[amberaestheticz]

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

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[itslanasnow]

I miss summer 😖

Reblog if you would have helped me with the suncream 😏

[allinforbueckers]

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.

Finally, she crawls back up, kissing you deeply so you taste yourself on her lips. 'See? All better now,' she says with a smirk, wrapping her arms around you as the movie stays paused, forgotten in the warmth of her embrace.

[authorhjk1]

https://x.com/viviz_update/status/1828377461064917378?t=T49a68ioJdut3TV6-CBVUw&s=19

Could I request either Umji or Eunha in this back dress? Although I'm not sure if umji one counts

Black

(Viviz's Eunha X Umji X Male Reader) Wordcount: 1162 words

The theater is dim. The screen flickers with the opening credits of some action film you picked mostly because it was long and dark. Popcorn sits untouched in the cup holder between you. On your left, Umji shifts slightly in her seat, the black sleeveless top clinging to her slim frame, her long dark hair spilling over one shoulder. On your right, Eunha crosses her legs, the short black dress riding up just enough to show the smooth expanse of her thighs. Her blonde hair catches the faint blue light from the screen.

You’re in the very back row. The cinema is half empty on a weekday evening, but no one is paying attention to the three of you.

Eunha’s hand finds your thigh first. Her fingers trace lazy circles over the denim, inching higher with every pass. She leans in, so her breath hits your ear.

“You’ve been staring at my legs since since I put this dress on.”

You don’t deny it. Instead, you slide your hand under the armrest, palm resting on her bare knee, then slowly pushing upward until your fingertips graze the hem.

Umji notices. She bites her lower lip, eyes flicking between the screen and you. Her breathing is already a little shallower. You reach over with your other hand and slowly start to pull down the zipper of her skirt. It sounds louder than it is as you open it at an agonizingly slow pace. Then, your fingers easily find warm skin, until you reach the soft cotton of her panties. She parts her thighs just a fraction, giving you room.

Eunha moves first. She glances around once, then lifts her hips subtly. With ease she reaches under her dress, hooks her panties to the side, and straddles your lap in one fluid motion. With her free hand she makes quick work of your belt and pants. Umji reaches over to fish out your hard cock and holds it in place as Eunha lowers herself slowly, guiding your tip inside her. She’s already wet and she has to bite down on her own lip to keep from moaning as you stretch her open.

The movie’s soundtrack rumbles through the speakers - gunshots, tires screeching - but all you feel is Eunha’s tight pussy enveloping you inch by inch until she’s seated fully, her ass flush against your thighs. She stays still for a moment, adjusting. Her walls have a tight grip on you. Then she starts to rock, tiny, controlled movements that look like she’s just shifting to get comfortable.

Your left hand works Umji in rhythm. You push her panties aside, two fingers sliding through her folds. She’s soaked already, clit swollen under your touch. You circle it slowly at first, then press firmer, matching the subtle grind of Eunha’s hips. Umji’s head tips back against the seat, mouth open in a silent gasp. Her hand grips your forearm, nails digging in, but she doesn’t stop you.

Eunha leans forward slightly, bracing one hand on the backrest of your seat for leverage. Her dress is bunched around her waist now, almost hidden in the dark. Every small roll of her hips grinds her clit against your pelvis. You can feel how good she feels already. Her breaths come in short, shaky bursts against your neck.

“Fuck.”

She mouths silently, not daring to speak out loud.

You thrust up gently to meet her, just enough to make her tremble. At the same time, you curl your fingers inside Umji, stroking that spot that makes her thighs shake. She clamps a hand over her own mouth, eyes squeezing shut. Her hips buck once, chasing more.

The movie drones on. A car chase. Loud music. Nobody turns around.

Eunha’s pace quickens, tiny bounces now, barely perceptible from the row in front. Her pussy clenches rhythmically, slick sounds muffled by clothing and the movie score. You feel her cunt starting to pulsate. You knew she’d get off like this in public. Her whole body tenses.

“I’m-”

She breathes against your ear, voice breaking.

Umji is right there with her. Your thumb presses hard on her clit while your fingers pump faster. She’s no better than Eunha. She loves the idea of potentially getting caught. Her walls flutter, then grip you tight. Her free hand flies to her mouth again as her orgasm hits. Her thighs clamp around your wrist.

They cum at the same time. Eunha buries her face in your shoulder, biting down on your shirt to stifle the whimper as she shudders around your cock. Her pussy spasms, milking you hard, wet heat flooding over you. Umji’s body jerks once, twice, a muffled keen escaping between her fingers as she soaks your hand.

The dual sensation - Eunha clenching and fluttering on your length while Umji pulses around your fingers - snaps your control. You thrust up one last time, burying yourself deep, and let go. Thick spurts of cum fill Eunha’s cunt. Pulse after pulse. Until you feel it start to leak out around where you’re joined. She keeps rocking through it, slow and greedy, drawing out every drop.

When the aftershocks fade, Eunha carefully lifts herself off, a soft wet sound accompanying the movement. She settles back into her seat, dress smoothed down, cheeks flushed. Your cum is already trickling down her inner thigh.

Umji doesn’t hesitate. She slides off her seat and kneels between your legs in the narrow space, hidden by the seatback in front. Her dark hair curtains her face as she leans in. Eunha spreads her thighs wider, hooking one leg over the armrest. Umji’s tongue darts out, lapping at the creamy mess leaking from Eunha’s pussy. She’s thorough and hungry. She flattens her tongue, dragging it from the bottom up, collecting every drop. Eunha sighs softly, fingers threading through Umji’s hair. Umji moans quietly against Eunha’s folds. The vibration making Eunha twitch. She sucks gently on Eunha’s clit, then dips lower again, tongue pushing inside to scoop out more of your load.

You watch, still half hard. Umji’s eyes flick up to meet yours for a second, before she returns to her task. She cleans Eunha until there’s nothing left to leak, until Eunha is trembling again from overstimulation, thighs quivering around Umji’s head.

Finally, Umji pulls back, lips glossy, a thin strand of cum and arousal connecting her mouth to Eunha for a heartbeat before it snaps. She licks her lips, then climbs back into her seat, casual as if she’d just dropped a piece of popcorn.

Eunha reaches over, brushing a thumb across Umji’s lower lip, wiping away the last trace.

“Good girl.”

The credits roll. Lights slowly brighten. You adjust yourself, heart still pounding. Umji smooths her hair. Eunha fixes her dress.

Nobody in the theater seems to have noticed a thing. You stand first, offering each of them a hand. They take it, fingers lacing with yours as the three of you walk out together.

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