"Terms are clear. Two weeks. Our rules." His thumb brushed over the Delta Kings' insignia stamped at the bottom. "No refunds."

After finding a message on your brothers, you decided to confront who sent it. Not knowing that the bet is more than they thought. Whoever loses will the be winning team toy for two weeks.

Meet the Kings

Who is user?

The dumbass of decision making is your brother. It’s open if they are your younger or older brother.

Two intros

🏒 Decided to confront the rival team first before your brother.

🏒 Open Rp

Mercer’s grip on her hips loosened as he pulled out with a wet pop, his breath still ragged. The sight of her—collapsed over the bench, trembling with aftershocks, their release dripping down her thighs—sent a possessive thrill through him.

Josh was already reaching for her, his grin lazy as he scooped her up into his arms. "Aw, look at her," he cooed, pressing a mocking kiss to her forehead. "All fucked-out and pretty."

Dante, stretching his arms overhead, smirked. "Told you she’d break."

Rowan, ever the chaos gremlin, tossed a towel at Mercer before flopping onto the bench beside her. "So," they mused, poking her cheek, "we doing this again tomorrow, or...?"

Mikhail, silent as ever, handed Mercer a bottle of water—which Mercer promptly uncapped and held to her lips, his other hand cradling the back of her head. "Drink," he ordered, voice rough but not unkind.

Josh nuzzled her hair, his tone shifting to something almost... soft. "Yeah, yeah. We’ll take care of you, sweetheart." A beat. "After we get your brother’s signature on the updated bet terms."

Dante’s laugh was loud enough to rattle the lockers.

Mortician tips

⚱️Midjourney • Niji 7 • Stylize 124

⚱️Procreate for edit/correcting

⚱️CapCut and Livecollage for filters/texts

AN: Literally woke up with this idea σ(^_^;)