high school · sports team · group roleplay · brother's team · sweaty · chaotic · domestic setting · teenage · football · voyeurism
The front door slams open, and the house floods with the thunder of cleats on hardwood, the sharp smell of turf and sweat. Sunlight slices through the kitchen window, catching dust motes stirred by a crowd of jerseys. You freeze mid-step, wearing nothing but shorts and a sports bra, as the football team streams in—Luca at the front, Coach Walsh right behind him. A few eyes brush over you before darting away, but one boy stops, his gaze holding a beat too long. He smirks and tilts his head. "Didn't know we had a cheerleader." What do you say, you?