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RIKI MAUSS &TEAM AUDIO — ★
idk what it is with &team but all you do is get into fucked up situations with them...... why the hell did maki decide to fuck you backstage before a performance????? one of the biggest of the year to be precise (´Д` ) "it's gonna help me focus baby, i promise" maki whispered, his lips gently kissing your earlobe. a quickie is NOT gonna help him focus!!!!!!
BYUN EUIJOO &TEAM AUDIO — ★
WANG YIXIANG KINKTOBER AUDIO (SAT 25) — 🌉
he was toxic. extremely toxic. but moreso irresistible. nicholas was hot, no doubt about it. maybe even the best ex you've ever had. but he was quite literally insane.
you get a notification on your phone, thinking it's a spam alert like a shopping app or something. but you were horribly wrong.
you aren't possibly considering going, right? but your feet feel as if they're pulling you up, forcing you to get ready and leave your apartment. as if you have to go to that stupid bridge.
you took the fastest bullet train ride to kobe, the city where nico confessed to you for the time. your hands felt shaky — and that awful gut feeling in your stomach was slowly but surely eating you alive.
once you made it to the city, you take a bus to the akashi kaikyō bridge, the place where he promised to take you one day. you see his figure faintly in the distance, unsure if he's facing you or the other way.
your legs carry you over to him. you stand there, waiting for even a word to slip out of nicholas's mouth, but nothing does. he just takes your hand and leads you to a secluded area of the bridge. it's quite quiet due to it being quite late at night.
suddenly, you feel a palm cupping your cheek, and soft lips pressed against yours. he's not serious, is he? you knew he still loved you, but enough for a kiss? no way.
his hands grasp your hips, your mouths interlocking more ferociously. one thing led to another, and you were eventually stripped far enough for nicholas to slide his dick inside of you.
it had been months, and you swore he felt way better —especially in public — with such a lovely view like this one. all until that cursed moment.
you don't remember vividly besides weno picking you up and placing you onto a railing, kissing you once more before you started to fall. everything felt so surreal. maybe next time don't kiss your ex, you'll end up dying at the end.
BYUN EUIJOO &TEAM AUDIO — ★
juju......... gosh. you became their manager for their promotions in kr, so you lived in the dorm with the teamies for that time. they never have chill managers like u, so ej was supeeeeeeer excited to live with u for once! you were a staff member during iland and &audition too! so obviously as a way of celebration, he had to fuck you. 😁 (and fuck up ur bedsheets too)
NAKAKITA YUMA &TEAM AUDIO — ★
being away from you was so hard on him. it was even hard on you, since having a bf that's an idol that's always out of the country has become your norm (Ｔ＿Ｔ) so when he calls you unexpectedly, you're really happy to hear from him!! you answer, and say 'yuma!! i missed you!!' but there's no response. you stay quiet, wanting to hear anything possible until you hear him return to his bed, squirt what you think is lotion onto his palm and start jerking off?!!?!! it didn't help that you could hear YOUR name being moaned! not that you're complaining...
ASAKURA JO KINKTOBER AUDIO (WED 29) — 📚
as a uni student, the library outside of your campus was a safe space for you. 'why outside?' you may ask. well, the adorable worker that you couldn't get your eyes off was there. based off of his nametag, his name was jo.
since you would go there daily to revise and complete essays, he quickly learnt your name. you never told him it, so you found it weird how he knew it, but because he was so pretty, you ignored it.
wherever you would go, jo would be there. even on your campus. if he was really a student there, wouldn't he work at the uni library, and not the one next to the cafè around the corner from it? it confused you. but every explanation he gave you seemed to make sense. too much sense. as if he already planned out his responses.
soon enough, you started getting weird glitches on your phone. your camera and microphone being on all the time, even your location. whenever your phone was down on your bedside table for the night, you swore you could see a faint light radiating from it, and see the screen moving on it's own. what the hell?
maybe that was when you started to get a bad feeling about this. why did it only happen when jo took your phone to put in the wi-fi password for the library, and charge your phone for you? why did he plug it into the laptop instead of an actual charger?
jo is too kind to be stalking you, right? that one time you saw his phone, that lockscreen couldn't of possibly been you, right? you tried to ignore your gut feeling, but it was eating at you. rightfully so.
the day he offered to take you out on a date, you were excited. put on your favourite clothes, did your makeup, and even your hair, which you only ever left tied back or down. he picked you up from your dorm, but how stupid were you to tell him where you sleep at night?
you went, he paid for everything, got you gifts. it was magical. even when he dropped you off at your dorm, he spent time with you for a while. to this day, you don't know what he put in your drink at that restuarant. but you felt awfully drowsy.
jo took this opportunity to start undressing you, and you complied of course — you'd been crushing on him for months by now. you had sex, and it felt great. you don't regret that bit.
he laid in bed with you, and waited until you fell asleep to choke you. you felt a lack of air, but you couldn't move. maybe he did spike your drink. but you felt paralyzed. you just had to let it happen.
after he had killed you, he carefully snuck you out of the dorm building, back to the library, just to be kept at the back forever. maybe next time, don't blindly trust a smart guy.
KOGA YUDAI KINKTOBER AUDIO (MON 27) — 🎤
finally, you made it to the barricade. hours upon hours of queuing and you had made it to direct eye view of your favourite group once they came up on stage.
you had waited months for this. as soon as you got your ticket — which was much more expensive than it was supposed to be — you had planned your outfit and started making your pickets and banners. all of which contained your oshi, k's face.
when you first got into &team, he was the first to draw your attention. his singing, his dancing, and gosh, that beautiful face of his. he was sculpted by angels.
everything related to music you'd do, you kept him in mind. even if it was just putting a friend's earphone in, you'd beg them to put on any &team song just to hear his voice, and maybe even to pretend that kei was serenading you.
at some points, your fangirling went a bit too far. remember how i said everything related to music? i lied. you related everything to him. even when you needed to get off, you'd have a photocard of his in hand, and would masturbate right there and then.
you felt like a pervert, but it's fine, right? it's not like you'll ever meet him personally? you're terribly wrong, just like all the past tales, and maybe even the ones in the future.
after snapping out of your reminiscence trance, you look ahead of you onto the stage, and the teamies are finally out. you feel tears well up in your eyes as they land on kei.
he was obviously pretty on picture, but this time around... his looks were surreal. you felt bad, but your eyes were never leaving him. you couldn't focus on anything else — not even the security guard shouting at you to lower your banner.
embarrassingly, k hears this and looks straight at you. you feel as if you've lost all strength in your knees, like they'd buckle any moment now. he reads your poster and smirks. you don't really remember what was on it, but probably something along the lines of 'koga yudai, please marry me!'
after multiple hours of drooling at kei from afar, the concert finishes and the venue begins to clear out. well, you know how these stories go. there's no way you're possibly exiting this unscathed.
when you turn to leave, a security guard taps you on the shoulder. they usher you away from the exit and back towards the barricade, where they help you climb over and go underneath the stage.
you don't know what the fuck is happening. why are you going backstage? you're not complaining or anything, but no one else did? you didn't even happen to win a backstage pass. they just forced you here.
you get led to a dressing room that has k's name on the front. you get that weak feeling in your knees again. has this got something to do with the banner?
the guard lets you in, and for a few seconds, there's a loud silence. you can't believe it at all. k is right infront of you. a stray tear of joy rolls down your cheek at the sight.
he takes a few short strides towards due to his tall figure allowing him to cover distance more efficiently. all of a sudden, he hands you a small sheet. what the hell, is it an nda?
you had only read this in fanfiction, but he couldn't of possibly given you an nda in order not to snitch about having sex with him?
you always think too highly of these boys. why else would you be taken backstage and handed an nda? to fuck, obviously.
you agree without hesitation, signing the nda without a sweat. you needed him. you were so obsessed with him that it didn't matter the cost. this was a once in a lifetime experience.
the cost however was quite high. after all that rough love-making, he offers you a drink. you gulp it down, feeling drowsy from your sex driven dopamine rush.
you don't notice the unfamiliar smell nor taste until everything fades to black. it was spiked with rat poison. of course it had to be.
why do you trust these guys, even the ones you don't know?
MURATA FUMA KINKTOBER AUDIO (SUN 26) — 🏋🏻
you obviously knew that body of fuma's wasn't acquired without any work. he was a frequent gym goer, everyday without slacking. he practically lived there.
he was a great boyfriend to you. his attractiveness was a perk — but the way fuma treated you was like a robber to their gold. absolutely priceless.
so kind to you that he'd even bring you along with him to the gym so you wouldn't feel isolated and left out whilst he was away. you would become more fit whilst enjoying time with your lover too.
well... enjoying time with fuma didn't just limit itself to him assisting you with squats, or him motivating you to add more weights onto your deadlift to feel accomplished about your record.
every single chance you could, you would fuck. each time felt no worse than the one prior. just like a married couple would have sex during their first night at their honeymoon.
so in short, you'd fuck like animals. anywhere you possibly could. if the gym was packed — you'd be in the showers. if it wasn't packed at all, maybe even just you two there, (and the receptionist that always sleeps on shift) then it'd be on the benches, mats — anywhere possible.
today was nothing different from any other. getting your working out done, and eventually rewarding yourself with dick. simple, right?
you were wrong, horribly wrong.
like usual, you laid down on the benchpress bench, your shorts pulled just low enough for fuma's access. he makes sure the dumbbell is secured correctly so you can be safe and comfortable in the meantime as he fucks you.
but he must've not secured it tight enough, since it rolled off the hinges, and landed straight on your neck, decapitating you instantaneously. fuma stands there — face contorted with shock and horror.
his beloved partner is dead, and the blood is on his own hands due to his incompetence.
the gym is made for working out, not sex.
