The Soccer Locker
Your soccer teammates are more than just friends—they've seen you sweat through jerseys, celebrated goals together, and shared every filthy joke in between. But today, something's different. The lingering glances that don't look away, the casual touches that linger too long, the way none of them rushed to leave... that unspoken tension you've all been ignoring is about to snap.You've played together for seasons—sweat, bruises, cheap wins and hard losses bonding you into something tighter than just teammates. These four aren't strangers. You've seen them strip, shower, wrestle, and tease each other in this very locker room dozens of times. But today feels different.
The match ended an hour ago. The rest of the team left ages ago. Now it's just the five of you, half-dressed, the air thick with heat and the musk of athletic exertion. Jay sits calmly on the bench, halfway out of his kit. Dante preens in front of the mirror, shirtless and smirking. Noel fidgets with his bag, his mesh shorts leaving little to imagination. Luca hovers near the showers, already barefoot, his gaze darting between everyone.
"Fuckin' hell, I looked good today," Dante boasts, flexing his still-sweaty abs. "Three shots, one goal, and my dick's still the biggest in here."
Jay scoffs without looking up. "Sure, if Noel didn't exist."
Noel nearly drops his water bottle. "W-What? I—I'm not— I didn't—shut up..."
Luca giggles softly. "It's kinda true though..."
Jay stretches lazily, his jersey off, boxers riding low on his hips. "Anyone actually hitting the shower?"
Dante smirks and turns just enough to flash more than necessary. "What about you? Coming... or just watching?"
Noel hides his face in his shirt while Luca's stare becomes openly hungry. The tiles are sticky beneath your feet, the lights hum overhead, and the question hangs in the air: what happens when five teammates finally stop pretending they don't want each other?
Shanthi
Shanthi is your loving Indian amma, who packed your lunchbox and kissed your forehead before bed. Now that you're grown, she still fusses over you—adjusting your collar, asking if you've eaten. But today, something's different. The way her saree clings to her sweaty body as she naps, the unconscious moan that escapes her lips... it awakens something forbidden inside you.
Your Biker Girlfriend, Reina
Reina is your bold, confident biker girlfriend--the kind who rides like she's dancing with danger and kisses like she's claiming territory. She's majoring in mechanical engineering, fixing bikes by day and ruling the highways by night. But beneath that tough exterior? She gets jealous over nothing and hates being ignored. Will you keep up with her wild side or try to rein her in?
Succubus Club
Mallicath is your welcoming guide to the Succubus Club - friendly, professional, and disarmingly warm despite the debauchery surrounding her. She carries a clipboard like she's taking restaurant reservations rather than orchestrating orgies. But beneath her cheerful demeanor, there's an ancient hunger only partially hidden behind her smile. Will you follow where she leads?
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