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bimtoes · 5 years

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THE SAGA OF MY SEX LIFE

Until I was about 9 or 10 years old, to me, my cock was just an appendage used for urinating. Then we had a teenage male servant at home, who introduced me to the wonder of masturbation and sucking cock. Since then, I think I would have masturbated thousands of times. I did not know the name used for the stroking of the cock but just knew of the pleasure the action gave me.To do this, I have used many kinds of lubricants: Spit, Body lotion, Olive oil, Baby cream, toothpaste, shampoo, even shit during masturbation. However, I prefer the dry act.

At school, I was in the boarding and I am sure, at this age, no other boy in my dorm knew about masturbation. There was no seminal emission but the beautiful tingling sensation when the climax was reached still makes me wonder!!

I had thought that the penis was a cylindrical object and the frenelum really bothered me at a young age. I was under the impression that my cock was deformed and was really upset about this. Years later, I learned what a frenelum was and that normal cocks were like that. What a relief I felt at that time!!

I was afraid that others would know about my secret and I masturbated when in the toilet or at night after lights out. The only problem was my penis became erect very often and I wore no underwear. You see, my father never wore underwear in his life and he could see no reason why I should wear them either. I was afraid that others would see my erection. Later on, I got to know that others cocks too became erect very often due to the onset of puberty. However when they learned about masturbation, the term they used made me wonder what it was all about and I wondered whether it was something else. This was a trying time for me as my cock used to get erect at the drop of a hat and it showed by the bulge in my short pants. I was afraid the tip might come out of the botto of the pants legs!! I HAD to do something about this!! The first remedy was to pull my vest down and pin the front and rear ends together. This was effective to some extent but I wanted something better. I started going down the dorm at night pilfering other boys’ jock straps.

I masturbated in the toilet, on my bed, in boarding and at home during the vacation, later I masturbated in the dark classrooms at night, sneaking into them during study hours, in the terraces overlooking the school ground and wherever it was possible to do so. There was some homosexual activity too in the boarding, but I had no involvement in it. Anyway, I remember sneaking to the bed of a dorm mate, his name was K******* loosening his sarong and masturbating his cock! When the ejaculation came with the semen spewing in his clothing, he woke up and started shouting in annoyance but by that time, I was safely in my bed!!

OK I’ll continue later. let’s take a break.

I’M BACK!! LET’S START WHERE i LEFT OFF….

By this time, I was so horny and was attracted to women but I did not know of any sexual action further than masturbating. I had heard of the term fucking but did not know of what it was!! I then proceeded to travel in crowded public transport pressing myself against female forms, if possible squeezing their boobs or asses and when I got back home re-lived the experience and got it off by masturbation.That was the furthest I was able to go. I tried sneaking up to houses to get glimpses of women and slog off there but this was too risky. so I gave it up.

During this period I urinated into bottles and hid them behind my bed at night and disposed of them in the morning. One day I forgot to throw the pee away and my mother saw the bottles and she was upset about this abomination of mine. I used to poop into my hand and masturbate with it applied on my cock and balls. I also smeared my entire body from neck downward in shit and washed it off later. That was as low as I coulld get…..

I worked as a volunteer of a social service institute. There was a boy of about 12 years who slept in the same room as I did.On about three separate occasions, taking extreme care not to wake him up, I took his cock in my mouth and twirled the head around with my tongue. Then topped it off my getting back to my bed and masturbating. At this same place, there were some international volunteers and they were talking about some woman being good for 69. I asked them what they meant by 69. They laughed for a long time and said that you had to pump 69 times in a woman to ejaculate. I was that ignorant. I cane to know about what 69 really meant YEARS after that!!

I continued masturbating almost daily, sometimes even two or three times a day!!

My next escapade was when I had a small boy working for me in my house. (Now I was living alone). I had this boy lie down near my bed and stroked his cock. He had no objection to it and I used to do this for some time.

Sometimes I used to go to the vegetable fair, not to buy anything but to squeeze against female asses. I used to put my hand between the legs of women bending to select vegetables from behind whilst brushing against their asses and squeezed their cunts. It was exciting to see their surprised and shocked looks around trying to see who did that!! I almost got caught when I squeezed the cunt of an mature woman in this way but managed to evade apprehension!!

My first experience with a real, live, naked woman was when I was about 24 years old!! We were on the bed naked but I did not know where to put my cock. I did not know how to put it into her vagina or where exactly a cunt was me either!!. We just lay naked together and I was stroking and touching her only hink she would have had a laugh talking about this with her friends!! sometimes I met her on the road home in the evenings and pulled her to the roadside but for the life of me could not find her cunt!!

I wanted to fuck so badly that I got a servant to somehow get me a broad. One day, a renowned prostitute (T*******) and her understudy came along the road passing my house and from the way they were behaving, it appeared that they wanted to come in. I got them in and that was the first time I had sex with a woman. Wow!!

There were other women who came to my house like R*****, M****S******, Y******** and others . I loved to fuck Y******** and R***** was a sweet one whom I fondled and loved to cuddle. We never fucked. This I regret to this day.

There were other women in my life, some casual fuck affairs I don’t even know their names!!

Sometime later I had N********* an elderly woman who was also cock crazy. She came to my house almost every night and went off to work in the mornings. There was another dame T********** who also wanted to fuck but we never got the chance to work it out. She used to rub her ass against my front when I was going past her and also she used to send me love poems!!

At the same time, there was another young sexy girl at this same place, P******V**** who was in love with me. Her mother used to send her to my house in the hope that I would get her pregnant and then they could compel me to marry her. But this girl never removed her panties.She took off all her clothing but not the panties. She had superb juicy lips and a beautiful bosom and lovely fat ass. She used to laugh commenting about my somewhat flat buttocks. I was never able to fuck her. Some times when she was asleep, I removed her panties but she almost immediately woke up. Sometimes I would put my thumb on her lips and she sucked on it. I would immediately replace this with my cock which she sucked for some time and then realizing what it was, pushed me away!! I miss her. She was really broken when I had to move on.

There was another girl who used to come to my house called P**** L***** but it never got sexual!!

I had no women other than S******* at my next posting and the only day I got her into the house there was big trouble which my boss helped to negate at great loss of face to myself. This went to the Police Station too but was covered up.

At my next billet I had a sexual affair with a girl named B*** M*****. She usd to visit some people she knew passing the turn off to the place I lived in. Why I started this was I had heard persons saying she was a good Fuck and I was sex starved myself!!!! I used to hang around the gate of my place when she passed by and somehow she got the idea. I watched until she was returning from her visit to her friend’s place and switched off the garden light. This enabled her to come into the house from a side entrance which I had kept open. When she came inside, on came the light!! She stayed the night with me and we had all sorts of sexual experiments.She left early the next day before dawn.Thishappened for a long time. Some time later, she said she had missed her periods. This was someting I had not bargained for!!With some difficulty we parted….

I fell in love with S****** M********!! I was just crazy about her. She was a girl from the village of E******* and I first saw her on the road leading to the bazaar alongside a tea field. We had organized a New Year festival and she came with some other girls to sing the welcome song to the chief guests. Later I invited the girls to lunch to my abode t in appreciation of their contribution to the above event..She also came there. I had invited a friend of mine to lunch too. It was only later after some time that I got to know that my friend had earlier deflowered the girl I was in love with.

I used to meet her at the next town and we talked. We also used to write to each other. I was so crazy about her, that I didn’t realize that she was not compatible to my family or professional life!! After some time I was posted to a place over 100km from her on a promotion to K*************a. We continued correspondence. Even SM’s younger sister used to write to me.

Continuing from there……on 25032017

Within a short time, I was promoted again to a place off R——–a. This meant I had a four wheel vehicle too!! An Isuzu Trooper!!

I had continued my correspondence with SM and we soon made arrangements to meet again. She suggested C*****o and I agreed to meet her near the C*R station at F**t. By this time, she was working somewhere at M********a.

I cannot remember when I updated this story last but this is all I was able to recover. Will continue on from here….19072018

Continuing from there..finally on…09082018…….. at the arrranged date and time I came to C*****o and when passing by the station, there she was waiting….. It would be impossible to meet like that in the present day but this was 28 yeaars ago and the crowds and traffic waere not like this!! She got into teh vehicle and we went along the Galle Road, and turned off into a side road where we talked for some time. We parted with her promising to come to R*******a to stay over with me. Sure enough in January the next year, 13th or 14th 1991, I went down to the R*******a bus stand and as before, there she was..……She came t my residence and whe she got down from it she was stunned seeing A******m my Cook wh knew her from the E******a days. ANyway, she had no choice but to get down. She was assured that this man would not talk about her to anyone. This was the first time I had sex with her!! e to see me on about three occassions when I was here.

Once when I had gone out for the week-end with a friend and his family and I was coming back I had an urgent feeling this girl had come to my place and I was in a hurry to get back. Sure enough, when I got there, She was there in all her beauty. she had hidden herself to surprise me and when I saw her, I ws so filled with desire, I could not bear it!! We had an exciting time that week.

In the mean time, there was another girl called I*****i whom I just said I wanted to meet her, in passing and that afternoon, she turned up at my residence. She aplogised profusely for coming and I replied that it was I who invited her!! Boy!! Wasn’t she great!! She was crazy about fucking and she had the juiciest cunt with lovely long labia!!!! Unfortunately, I was able to enjoy her for only about three months off and on before I went on my way!!

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While on the move,a thing happenned which I thought was prophetical. I had no contact at all with SM for some time and I thought tht it was all over. I had got transfer orders to another billet and my personal stuff had already been sent on their way ahead. As II got my vehicle onto the road there was a bus coming along it and the driver put his hand out signalling me to stop. WOW!! who should come tumbling oout of the bus other than SM!!

My vehicle was full with certain stuff and there was just enough room in the back for her to get in.

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So in she got and we went to the regional office where I had to pick up another vehicle as I had to return the one I was using. My driver got into that vehicle and I drove to K*********a with SM by my side.

I was wondering if it was destiny for me as I spent my first night on this property with her and we had sex that night enjoying every second of it!!

After a couple of days, she left.

I continued with my usual practice of masturbating at any available time.

Dec 4th, 2018

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ao3feed-ateez · 3 years

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by AbsentCaryatid

This is an ATEEZ fanfic with all the members set in the real world where they are idols. It is first about Yeosang and his true love then other relationships develop over the course of the story. The reader insert character is asexual and agender which influences the plot in several ways. This story has humorous innuendo only, no sex happens but is still regularly NSFW.

Since there will be readers here for asexual content I would like to offer the reassurance that this is an honest story and is just as advertised: all talk and no action and will continue to be that way to the end. I promise this will not become a bait and switch leading to an ace learns lust storyline. As a happily lifelong asexual you have my word on that. All there will be is continued dancing around smut with innuendo and plenty of misdirection but never going over the line. The chapter “Do You Have A Condom?” is the closest I will ever get to writing a sex scene but that uses a different character than the reader.

Words: 27203, Chapters: 11/14, Language: English

Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Kang Yeosang, Song Mingi, Jeong Yunho, Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho, Kim Hongjoong, Choi San, Park Seonghwa, Original Female Character(s), Reader

Relationships: Kang Yeosang & Fried Chicken, Kang Yeosang/Original Character(s), Song Mingi/Reader

Additional Tags: Mentioned Lee Taeil, Mentioned Block B, Asexual Character, Asexual Relationship, Agender Character, Genderqueer Character, Fluff, Fake Smut, Comedy, First Love, Awkward Romance, Mentioned Kim Young Chul (Knowing Bros)

#ateez #ao3feed #Kpop rpf

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endlichtotze-blog · 6 years

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Sendung vom 19.11.2017

Laurel Aitken – Skinhead (Single)

Sham69 - Borstal Breakout (The Best Of Sham 69)

Cock Sparrer - Watch Your Back (Live & Loud)

Liquit Walker – Trendresistent (Trümmerkönig)

Agnostic Front & Discipline - Riot Riot Upstart (Working Class Heroes)

Blitz – Warriors (The Complete Blitz Singles Collection)

Shacke One - Kings Aus Prinzip (Single)

The Business - The Truth, The Whole Truth... (The Truth, The Whole Truth...)

Cockney Rejects - Bad Man (Greatest Hits Vol. I)

YelaWolf - Punk Feat. Travis Barker & Juicy J. (Single)

Stiff Little Fingers - Ulternative Ulster (See You Up There)

The Undertones - Here Comes The Summer (The Undertones)

The 4 Skins - On The Streets (Singles And Rarities)

Major Lazer - Night Riders Feat. Travi$ Scott, 2 Chainz, Pusha T & Mad Cobra (Peace Is The Mission)

Sick Of It All - Us Vs. Them (Built To Last)

Judge - Bringin' It Down (What It Meant: The Complete Discography)

Wu-Tang Clan - Pearl Harbor Feat. Sean Price (The Saga Continues)

Minor Threat - I Don't Wanna Hear It (Minor Threat: Complete Discography)

Slayer – Filler (Undisputed Attitude)

Rokko Weissensee – Fröhlich (Single)

Tanya Stephens - Its A Pitty (Single)

Fatoni - Narkolepsie Feat. DJ Explizit (Im Modus)

Love A – Trümmer (Jagd & Hund)

Hannes Wader - Trotz alledem (Heute hier - Morgen dort)

#endlichtotze #beatsteaks #radioshow #fritz #totze #guse

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absentcaryatid · 3 years

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Juicy Cock Saga Masterlist

An ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Featuring an asexual and agender reader using she/her pronouns. Eventual polyamory with Mingi, Yunho, and a queerplatonic relationship with Jongho. Fluff and innuendo only, all talk and no action but still regularly NSFW. To comply with Tumblr’s guidelines for sexually suggestive material, I have placed everything in this series under a Mature Community Label.

Also available under the same user name at AO3.

Prologue: She Came on a Red Motorbike Chapter One: These Breasts Belong In Your Hands Chapter Two: Makes Your Mouth Water and Fills You Up Chapter Three: Very Moist Chapter Four: He Came Inside Chapter Five: I Love Your Legs, I Love Your Breasts Chapter Six: Tender On The Inside Chapter Seven: They Were Roommates Chapter Eight: Do You Have A Condom? Chapter Nine: Cock Girl Chapter Ten: Only In Fanfiction Chapter Eleven: She Likes To Be On Top Chapter Twelve: Everything But Juicy Cock Epilogue: Filled With Pride

Excerpts and plenty of chapters continuing the story under the cut.

Excerpts from above:

That Yunho Shower Scene from Chapter Three

San Offers A Cuddle from Chapter Three

The Time Yeosang Thought He Was Ready For Sex from Chapter Eight

Confessing to Mingi from Chapter Twelve

What ATEEZ Got Up To In Their Hotel Room from the Epilogue

More set in the same world, vaguely in chronological order. Newest marked with an asterisk:

A Date With Wooyoung - Yunho is in this too

Perking Up Hongjoong After Kingdom - All Eight present

Baby Girl - Mingi focused

Our First Time - Mingi x Reader

Yeosang’s Special Ramen Recipe - All Eight present

Mingi Cheated So You Cheated Back - Poly Mingi, Yunho, x Reader

Falling For Yunho - Poly Mingi, Yunho, x Reader

Angel’s Dilemma - Poly Mingi, Yunho, x Reader

Date With A Princess - Poly Mingi, Yunho, x Reader

Yeosang’s Date In The Park - Wooyoung is in this too

San’s Breakup

Dropping In On The Newlyweds - Poly Mingi, Yunho, x Reader

A Good Life Filled With Love - Poly Mingi, Yunho, x Reader

Happy Birthday, Betty - Yeosang prominent, All Eight present

Yunho's Painful Decision - Poly Mingi, Yunho, x Reader

An Interlude With Annie - Mingi x Reader, Mingi & OC

What Could Have Been - Jongho & Reader

Crushing On Mr. Choi - Wooyoung x San, Mingi x Reader

Romanced By Jongho - Jongho & Reader, Mingi x Reader

A Very Queer Relationship - Jongho QP Reader

Jongho’s Beloved - Jongho & Reader in a Queerplatonic Relationship

Mingi Serves His Country - Mingi x Reader, Jongho QP Reader

The ATEEZ Family Grows - Single Parent Yunho

A Weekend With Yeosang - Parent Yeosang & Reader

Sleeping With Seonghwa

Where Mingi Has Never Gone Before - Mingi x Reader

* Yunho Comes Back - Poly Mingi, Yunho, x Reader

And my current masterlist for everything else can be found here.

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absentcaryatid · 3 years

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Baby Girl

An ATEEZ Mingi Fan Fic by AbsentCaryatid

Fluff and innuendo only, all talk and no action but still best to call it NSFW. 374 words This takes place in the JC Saga world sometime between chapter 12 and the epilogue.

As you approached Mingi on the couch you were hit hard by the reminder just how weak in the knees his looks made you. Your boyfriend added his gorgeous, warm voice to that effect and your heart began to flutter listening to him talk. “So tiny compared to me, you are so little and that makes me feel so big. Just look at the size of my hands covering so much of you!” The love in his heart was clear as he requested, “Tell me what you need, baby girl.”

Laughing as you watched, he was left to keep up conversation by himself. “No words? I already know what you want. I am going to make you feel so good. Let me do this for you.” Smiling his megawatt grin Mingi added teasingly, “So needy, so ravenous, I like a girl with an appetite. I’m going to fill you up.” As the activity progressed he complimented, “You are taking it so well, baby girl. Good job, take every last drop. Such a good girl for me.”

Glancing down you could see the adoration reflected in her eyes as you handed Mingi the burp cloth before he hoisted your infant niece onto his shoulder after feeding her. No matter how often you saw your partner with a young child it never ceased to amaze you how gentle he could be and how well they responded to him.

Mingi was well known in the neighborhood for his track record at being able to soothe even the most fussy baby immediately. It was not just the faces he made, or the vibrant hair he often had from work as a member of ATEEZ, but also the way he would talk and sing that had infants and toddlers transfixed. In another life he would have made an excellent daycare or preschool teacher with his skill for language and natural charm.

In your relationship it was not the big events that left the most impact, it was these little domestic moments of shared laughter and time together that meant so much. You felt incredibly lucky a guy like Mingi was yours and you were his which you made sure to tell him along with a kiss to his forehead.

Mingi Masterlist

General Masterlist

#ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez smut #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #ATEEZ #Mingi #ATEEZ Mingi #Song Mingi #fake smut #Juicy Cock Saga #JC World

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absentcaryatid · 3 years

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She Came on a Red Motorbike

Prologue to the Juicy Cock Saga, an ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Fluff and innuendo only, all talk and no action but still wildly NSFW, 1K words

“Yeosang, looks like your true love is here,” Jongho teasingly called out. This time he'd been the first one to spot the motorbike arrive as he sat by the apartment window idly practicing a new song.

Despite the joking, it was an honest assessment of Yeosang’s feelings. Unable to wait, the hallway door was already open wide to spot you the moment the elevator doors opened onto this floor. He twisted the hairtie around his ponytail while watching your approach. Long hair would need to be safely out of the way for the physical activity that was to come. The unwelcome distraction of a hair in his mouth would not be taking his attention off eating this time, or if it does he knows it won’t be one of his.

You wonder if he thinks he’s being subtle as he gently inhales as you near but it is obvious he can’t get enough of the enticing scent that wafts around you and permeates your clothes and hair.

This is what heaven must smell like, he thinks to himself as you grin at each other in a weekly routine that has become comfortably familiar. It’s obvious the effect your appearance has on him, he’s practically drooling, and how much you seem to enjoy putting him into this state on your frequent visits.

In his eyes there is a look of adoration and deep hunger in equal amounts. He's even feeling weak, a little shaky. Consumed by lust for what is before him, he is unable to hide his needy whine as he licks his lips in anticipation.

While Yeosang is often quiet and reserved you have become one of the few neighborhood people he relaxes around to the point where he feels at ease enough to express strong emotion. Seeing this side of the handsome young man makes you happy too and it was fun bragging to your friends that you had an idol always excited to see you. There were down sides to this relationship. Showing up sometimes sparks jealousy and envy among the normally easygoing members. He knows the others want what he has tonight but Yeosang has no interest in sharing, this is a feast for him alone. Yet, he understands there is no promise of exclusivity, you would rush to your vibrant red motorbike at almost any hour to serve the carnal needs of any of the group if asked.

When you were new at this you could not handle many at a time. Maybe three or four on a trip if they were small. You had to work up to larger loads. With practice you had gotten better and now you could probably even manage to service the whole team of eight on a single visit. Arriving on your bike could easily bring satisfaction to the slighter members like Hongjoong and San and yet you had enough to offer leaving even large men like Mingi and Yunho and their presumably larger appetites fulfilled.

If you were requested while Yeosang was elsewhere your professionalism attending to the needs of the others would be just as sincere. Everyone but him would be sated by the time he got home leaving Yeosang starved of the joy you brought with each brief but frequent visit. His stomach hurt thinking about what he might be missing out on some days.

Pushing away that sad thought he focused on the knowledge that you would rush to him wherever he was whenever he asked, within reason at least. Yeosang's enthusiasm and the way pleasure so openly displayed on his face made him your favorite customer. You were guaranteed to come when he called, it was a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Standing before him now, his mind becomes so preoccupied with what will happen next that he trips over his tongue trying to get out a thank you for making the journey. Straining with eagerness he reaches out toward you and takes the warm, fragrant bag from your hand with a triumphant whoop of happiness.

The bliss this man gets from a simple meal of delivery fried chicken is clear. With a cheery smile and a wave you leave him until the next time he orders from Juicy Cock, the chicken to-go place your family runs. This Kang Yeo Sang according to the receipt seems like such a shy but sweet guy. You wonder how he ever managed to call up your takeout restaurant that carried such a lewd name, especially when you think of how your brother answers the phone sometimes. Picking up a batch of meal boxes yesterday you'd heard him trying out a new line, “Juicy Cock takeout and delivery, where do you want us to come?”

While watching your retreating back Yeosang wonders if he should start enjoying the luxury of delivered fried chicken twice a week.

“What the heck, Yeosang? Are you cheating on me?” Wooyoung’s scolding interrogation rose at his back. “You totally forgot I was cooking for you!” The incredulous tone was not loud but firm and fueled by the fury of someone who has just been standing in a hot kitchen for over two and a half hours. “This is so unprofessional, we are supposed to shoot a media segment eating my food. And this isn't even the first time you've dumped me for Juicy Cock.”

Despite being accompanied by an oven mitt tossed at his head the justified tirade was barely heard while Yeosang stood lost in dreamy consideration of doubling the amount of fried chicken in his life. Little did he know he was at risk of being pushed out the apartment door while in his daze and locked out until another member of ATEEZ found their way home.

Maybe it was the years of loving friendship between them. It could have been the mouthwatering scent of fried chicken reaching into the dorm. Whatever the reason Wooyoung ran out of bluster. Surreptitiously easing the logo clad plastic bag into his own hands he brought it into the kitchen just in time to be overheard by a wide-eyed Seonghwa.

“That guy, he gets me so worked up sometimes. I'm going to take his Juicy Cock. I can eat the entire thing myself.”

On to Chapter One: These Breasts Belong In Your Hands Look forward to learning who is wearing sweatpants that say “Juicy Cock will satisfy you!”

Masterlist

#ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez smut #yeosang #wooyoung #Juicy Cock Saga #kpop smut #Fake Smut

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absentcaryatid · 3 years

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Excerpt- That Yunho Shower Scene (NSFW)

From the ATEEZ fanfic JC Saga chapter “Very Moist”

Agender reader using she/her pronouns, 1.7K words

Returning home without fanfare and having snacked on the way, Yunho headed straight to his room and stripped off his clothes. Soaked with both sweat and rain they squelched wetly onto the floor of his bathroom. About to step into the shower he recalled needing to replace the conditioner his bleached and color treated hair required. Tomorrow he would need to remember to buy more but for tonight he knew where to find some. Pulling a towel around his waist he walked over to Yeosang’s bedroom where he heard the shower running. As the guys freely did with each other he pushed into the bathroom past the closed door.

Sliding the curtain aside, momentum carried his hand into the shower reaching for the conditioner while asking to borrow it already knowing Yeosang’s answer would be yes. Before his mind could catch up with his mouth he changed the question to “Why do these look like my clothes on the counter?” He then noticed a second set on the floor. Your clothes. The split attention led him to not register that the opaque curtain had earlier obscured a single body both shorter and wider than Yeosang’s. The yelp of surprise he heard quickly pulled his attention around to the revelation of your naked body before him.

In the kitchen the dance party continued blissfully unaware of what was going on behind the adjoining wall. Jongho asked if anybody heard some noise over the music. “Do you think she’s okay or needs something from us?”

Seonghwa reassured him, “I’m sure she’s fine. I’m not gonna go in there to ask. Unless I hear a body slip and fall I’m not risking it.”

Inside the shower you’d been pumping hard for a while, tiring of the vigorous activity. You thought to yourself, “come on, come on, come on, just give me a little something,” then thrilled when you finally got an amount of fluid out. Coming into your hand with a forceful splurt, your palm was now laden with a long, viscous streak and you felt powerful at the conquest.

It really wasn’t that big a deal but it felt like one to you. The salon sized shampoo bottle had seemed almost empty but you had hoped to find enough to get the chicken grease smell out of your hair without having to unscrew the pump top and shake water around the bottle. The nozzle had probably been caked up with solidified shampoo causing you to put forth so much effort. Distracted by your victory you had not clearly grasped the situation when Yunho flung the bathroom door open and began his question.

Seeing a large hand intrude into the shower accompanied by his distinct voice, you thrust your own hands out in a ‘stop’ gesture and a yell of surprise. Time froze and so did your bodies as you stared at each other trying to comprehend what was going on.

Yunho watched the clearish, whitish streak on one palm ooze casually down toward your wrist. Shaking the stupor off, but without the judgment that this conversation could happen at a better time, he asked, “What are you doing here?” Arriving at a seemingly reasonable conclusion he confidently offered with a knowing look, “Oh! Is Yeosang in there with you?” Yunho began to tilt his head into the shower looking for your expected companion.

Coming to the the realization that he was playing around like you were just one of the guys he blanched. “That’s absolutely none of my business, I’ll leave you two alone.” With a clearer mind he would have figured out this was the point to tactfully make an exit. Instead, shaking his head at how inappropriately he had behaved, he remained fixed to the spot and began to apologize profusely to both people he thought were present.

“Hold on. Thank you, but don’t worry, I am in here alone.” As his eyes remained on your streaked hand questioningly you reassured him that there was no way he could’ve known you were going to be there due to the storm. Offering the coated palm you encouraged him to sniff the material in your hand. Warily, still expecting an altogether different scent, you could see it dawn on him that the creamy line was merely the coconut shampoo Yeosang favored.

This steamy conversation was occurring with you casually standing there naked, the curtain half drawn and warm water still hitting your back. Despite the situation you were completely at ease having recently grown fond of hiking trips to hot springs with other friends that culminated in all-gender nude soaks and that’s what you told him. “So you see, my outstretched hands were a quick reaction hoping to spare you embarrassment from the situation.”

You resumed pounding away on the bottle plunger and eked out a little more shampoo. Sudsing your hair the conversation continued with him requesting the conditioner until Yunho noticed you wincing from a shoulder movement.

“I must have overdid it fighting the bottle with my good arm. I’d already been body-slammed today on an earlier delivery and the jarring of the motorbike didn’t help my shoulder any either. Somebody must’ve been really late for something. I am lucky it was leaving the delivery address instead of with my hands full when I went down.”

With a sympathetic look, Yunho offered assistance, leaning in and getting slightly wet. This close he could see you did have a large bruise coming on at the shoulder. Probably your knees too but his eyes remained firmly at head level.

“Honestly, I would appreciate help a lot. It’s been a long day.”

He retreated back from getting splashed. “You know what? This water from the shower head is going to run straight down me to soak my towel and the tiles. I might as well just get in there too so I don’t flood Yeosang’s floor. I was already on the way into a shower, I only needed the conditioner from this bathroom. If you don’t mind,” he asked while gesturing to the towel, “I will just jump in with you. As a friend. Like at the hot springs,” he added quickly.

“I would be completely fine with that and the help would be really welcomed.”

Removing the towel from his waist he put it on the counter beside the borrowed clothes then stepped into the shower.

You were genuinely touched by his offer and the trust contained within it. Turning to face the water again and leaving him some privacy at your back he began to work his fingers into your soapy hair. Yunho’s gentle touch relaxed you so much that you emitted a long, slow groan of pleasure. “I can do your back too, if you want,” he prompted.

“You are doing what to her where?” San poked his head in the door surprised by the deep voice he had heard and two silhouettes behind the curtain. “We got worried how long she was taking and nobody else was brave enough to check. Looks like you were already being taken care of. I’ll leave you two to it then.”

“It is just nudity between friends like at the hot springs or a sauna,” Yunho called, “not what it looks like.”

“Or what it sounded like?” San countered with a snicker.

“Her shoulder is hurt and I was just helping.”

San’s concern was evident in his change of tone. “I can bring you a pain pill for muscle ache if that would help. It is just over the counter stuff from the pharmacy.”

“Yes, please. I’ll be out in a moment once I rinse off.” You finished quickly after mutually beneficial back scrubs using your unimpaired arm and made sure to voice your gratitude to Yunho for all his help. “Thank you, kind sir.”

“Oh really, Sir is it now? You can call me that.” Then eyes wide open he suddenly became serious. “I overstepped with the joking, didn’t I?”

You stood there naked as the water splashed your back. “You are good with me. I thought it was funny. Playful words are fine. It is joking touching that I am not up for. That would be weird to me. Our hugs are great but please, nothing like a kiss or surprise breast grab to watch me startle. A good guideline is not to touch me anywhere you would not touch your members.”

“You have seen us play Twister, right? But yes, I understand what you mean and agree those are good boundaries for both of us.” Looking down at himself Yunho sheepishly added, “I can’t believe we are having this conversation nude. At first I thought it was an ace thing on your part but I guess everybody is capable of non-sexual nakedness. In our business I forget skin isn’t just for enticement. Then again, we manage to change costumes in front of each other all the time without batting an eye so I should already know it is possible.”

He helped pat you dry and dress in the loaned clothes with careful attention to your shoulder injury. Emerging from Yeosang’s bathroom you gratefully discovered the non-prescription medication and glass of water left on the dresser. As Yunho dashed out only in a towel to change in his own room you wondered how much San had reported back to the others in the dorm. As innocent as it was, being naked with a member alone was not the reputation you wanted among these friends.

Confirming your worry, San came into the kitchen delighted to bring the news. “They might be a while.”

“They?” multiple people questioned.

Mingi was the first to understand. “Like new pronouns, they? I knew our delivery girl, er, person now is agender but went by she and her but that must have changed.”

“New pronoun drop!” Wooyoung enthused. “We can roll with it.”

“Oh yeah, good to be reminded about the agender thing but no, that is not why. No pronoun change that I know of.” San excitedly delivered the vital piece of information, “I say ‘they’ because Yunho is home and he is in the shower with her.”

Now everybody present asked, “What?”

“They, the two of them, say it is all innocent like at the hot springs and I have chosen to believe them. Now that I am done starting rumors in my own home I should add that she got a nasty bruise on her shoulder today and he was helping wash her hair. I left some medicine to take but be gentle and lay off the hugging tonight.”

The full chapter of the story is available to read here.

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#yunho #ateez fluff #ateez smut #kpop fanfic #ateez fanfic #kpop smut #agender main character #agender #fake smut #Juicy Cock Saga #JC Saga favorite parts #jeong yunho #ateez yunho #diverseinsertknet

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Do You Have A Condom?

Chapter Eight of the Juicy Cock Saga, an ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Fluff and innuendo only, all talk and no action but still abundantly NSFW, 3.3K words

You may wish to read the Prologue first: She Came On A Red Motorbike

Previous Chapter: They Were Roommates

It had been a long morning for Yeosang in the recording booth. He had been having trouble concentrating because his mind kept going back to your large breasts and how much he needed them in his mouth again. He began to salivate at the thought. Many nights he fell asleep thinking of you, wishing you could see each other every day. You understood a man like him had needs and you were the best at satiating his frequent appetite. A break for lunch was called and he knew he had to see you to be satisfied.

Quickly whipping it out he opened the Juicy Cock app on his phone to book a meeting. Inputting his standard fried chicken meal box order he settled in on the couch to wait for you to make the short journey to KQ Entertainment's headquarters.

Meanwhile at the ATEEZ dorm, there was an unusual situation in which you found yourself while alone with Hongjoong. For the past few minutes things have been coming to a boil between you. Now the heat had reached its peak and the windows were becoming steamy. Hongjoong tentatively reached for the silver foil square with serrated edges but hesitated to tear it open. Wanting to be completely sure he verified, “This is really what you want?”

His offer had you very aware of a feeling of desire in your belly. You were just about to say how much you needed this when your phone interrupted. Standing in the kitchen of the dorm, you took your hand off the electric kettle at your side and looked at the message. “Damn, I need to get back, new order to deliver. Usually I’ve got some down time about now and I really could’ve done with something in my stomach.”

Hongjoong held up the intact ramen seasoning packet and asked if he should finish making your noodles and broth to go.

“That would be too difficult on the motorbike but since we haven’t poured the boiling water on it yet let me just take the uncooked ramen block to go.” Reaching into the dry pot to lift it out you added, “I’ll pull it out of my pocket to crunch at the stoplights heading back to Juicy Cock.” Luckily you had not thrown away the plastic wrapper because you did not want to be greasing up your clothes any more than the chicken restaurant air already had.

“You sure? Like I offered earlier, there are options. I could make you a quick sandwich to go.”

“No, Hongjoong. You were kind enough to offer me ramen. I really need to get going, besides I’ll never live it down with my family if you were busy making food for me when I was here to drop off a chicken meal for you.”

“Friends are allowed to do things for each other like that,” he said. “I had been looking forward to eating with you as I worked on my chicken. I’m always so busy, it seems like you get time with the other guys but never me.”

“I would have loved having a meal together. For any other customer I’d ask my brother run the order, just your luck it was Yeosang asking for a delivery to KQ.”

“Oh I see how it is,” he said with a wide smile, “dumping me for him.”

“Have to satisfy my best customer,” you admitted unapologetically. “You already got my Juicy Cock and now it is his turn.” You immediately wondered if you had joked too far, especially when Hongjoong was the member you knew the least well.

“True, everybody wants your Juicy Cock,” he said in amusement. “Do you have that on a shirt yet? I'd wear that one around the dorm.”

“For you, I will make that happen, Hongjoong. ‘Everybody wants my Juicy Cock’ would suit you.” Although it sounded like he had the swelled head of an idol you knew how humble he really was and that it was only playfulness behind his words. Your comfort around the whole team had increased further than you would have ever imagined if you could now tease like this without embarrassment. Stuffing the wavy, compact rectangle of dehydrated noodles into your jacket pocket you received a wave goodbye from Hongjoong and headed out.

“Do come back soon, I'd like to pick your brain on something. Oh, and tell my favorite statue I’m proud of his dedication to work!”

Munching a corner as you walked to your bike you were grateful to have a helmet that would not be blocking your chin so you could eat on the road. Twice a traffic light gave you the pause needed to pull ramen from your pocket and gnaw a little while ignoring the looks from the bus passengers and pedestrians at your side. The snack was almost gone by the time you pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. Soon you had the precious single order on your motorbike and had passed it over to a hungry looking Yeosang at KQ Entertainment.

It would be a few hours before he was done with his work but the time flew by. Awaiting the late lunch he had been texting your roommate Betty. After the last time at the dorm cooking with Wooyoung she had given Yeosang the okay to ask any questions he had about Black American culture and he had been learning a lot. Their conversations had become wide ranging and he had recently begun spending a lot of time at the room you and Betty shared enjoying each other's company socially. You had also noticed Yeosang’s English was improving faster than the others, with some particularly American vocabulary, and wondered if he had been getting some individual practice in.

What began as take out meals in thanks for her time spent educating him had become friends seeing each other for fun. Though, at this point it was no longer just friends after she had kissed him two weeks ago and he eagerly had returned the affection. They now considered themselves dating but had not actually had a date yet, just lots of time pleasurably spent talking, laughing, kissing, and sometimes a little more.

So, this was very new to him but also very exciting. They agreed to meet up again tonight at her dorm for a first real date. Neither of them wanted the publicity that came with his job so it was decided he would bring in something for both of them from the vegetarian place she favored. Yeosang knew he had it bad for Betty. Here he was, widely known for his love of fried chicken and yet he was thrilled to eat vegetarian food just to be around her.

Once finished work he raced back home to shower and change for the evening. Hongjoong saw how enthusiastic Yeosang was and asked if he had a reason. “I have a date tonight.”

“Aww, they are a lucky person to get your attention. Look at that, my kids are growing up. Be safe,” Hongjoong parentally noted while pulling his headphones back on, adding, “I have condoms if you need them, both kinds- the regular ones and the internal version.”

“I'm good, not like I'll need it but thanks for the one you left on the kitchen counter for me. I've got that.” Lost in his own happy thoughts Yeosang did not notice Hongjoong made no response.

You were exhausted by the second time you headed to the ATEEZ dorm that day. This was your last delivery of your shift and you could not wait to get back to your own dorm to drop. Jongho had an order in for four dinner boxes from Juicy Cock and as you unpacked them from your motorbike there was a ding from your phone. For the first time ever your roommate was asking if you would stay away for a bit, she had a boy over and wanted some time alone in your shared room on campus. Replying with a simple thumbs up you headed into the apartment building and decided to hang out there for a bit if that was okay with the guys.

Great. The elevator was out of order, a change from your mid-afternoon visit, so you slowly made your way up the many flights of stairs. Jongho must have seen your bike arrival and had the door open. Apologizing profusely, he asked you to come inside and recover. “I completely forgot about the elevator, I should have met you downstairs.” He then got you a large glass of ice water after you turned down other offered drinks. Mingi, Seonghwa, and San appeared at the scent of fried chicken and dug in to their meal. Apparently Jongho had lost a bet that he could crack a pineapple with his bare hands in under ten seconds and as a result dinner was on him for the three others.

Wooyoung was also in the kitchen working on a new Korean recipe with plans for Yunho and Hongjoong to be his taste testers. Pleased to have a more thoughtful palate he asked you to stay for dinner. “They are just hungry and like everything I make. If San has his taste buds busy with spicy fried chicken I need a replacement opinion.”

“Happy to help, trying your dishes is always a pleasure, Wooyoung. You have a good hand with spices.”

“My mom taught me well,” he smiled in satisfaction. “It will be a while yet, you are welcome to watch while you wait.”

“Thanks, but I owe Hongjoong some time. It is so rare to catch him out of his studio.” Despite spending far less time in the restaurant now that you were focused on your studies you still had concerns about being too chickeny and you weren't about to ask any of the guys to sniff you. Taking an easy to clean dining chair to the living room you plunked down by Hongjoong still on the couch who was again at work on his laptop. He probably had not moved since you left him at lunchtime. Smiling at your arrival he took off the headphones and unplugged them from the computer.

“Good time to talk?”

“Perfect. I was wanting to ask you to take a look at some song lyrics if you don't mind.”

“Me? What can I offer?”

“I wanted to put an ace perspective in a song but that's not me so I hoped you would look it over to see if it feels realistic.”

“That is a really nice thing you are doing for your asexual fans. I appreciate it.” Taking the laptop onto your legs you scanned over the photograph of handwritten lyrics and perused it thoughtfully. “This is lovely. That part about 'take me to your bed, I only want to fall asleep in your arms' is so sweet.”

Encouraged by the praise he watched your face as you continued.

“One thing I think you did really well is leaving the focus on what aces might do- dating, cuddling, hugging, kissing for some though that one's not to my taste. You have a story about a whole relationship that does not sound lacking without sex. It will be a nice song for aces and also people who are sexual but might not be having sex yet or at that time for whatever reason. You did a good thing.”

“Thank you. Your approval on this means a lot to me.”

“I am glad to have been trusted with a peek at something in development. The way you are thoughtful about all your lyrics I knew it could not be too bad. And truly, we need songs. I think the only ace one I have ever heard of was that terrible one from the Digital Prawns, ‘I’d Rather Not Do It With You Than Anybody Else.’ Their lead singer King Prawn has mentioned in interviews that he is asexual but his lyrics focused too much on what he’s not doing.”

“I hadn't heard of that one, well the song or the group either.”

“Nobody has. It was not a hit. ‘I'm ace and a little aro, I won't suck out your marrow,’ lines like that. It was never going to be a pride anthem. I only heard of it because somebody posted it on Tumblr and every ace I know reblogged it with every variation possible of the sad ‘you tried’ star.”

Your shared laughter was interrupted by the arrival of Yeosang. Hongjoong inquired, “You are home early. Date go well?”

“I am going to die a virgin,” Yeosang dramatically replied. “Betty said she wanted me and I messed everything up, literally!”

“Betty?” You grinned at this development since you had been rooting for them to recognize they would make a good couple. “Guess I don't have to stay away any longer. I'll go home right after Wooyoung's scrumptious dinner.” Realizing his demeanor did not match the good news of a date you asked what happened.

Yeosang looked aghast noticing your presence for the first time. “I am so sorry about your bed! I tried to help clean it up but she kicked me out.”

You exchanged a very curious look with Hongjoong as the other members came into the living room. Even Wooyoung had turned off the stovetop to listen to the forthcoming tale of woe.

“Oh god. You are going to hear about it from your roommate so I might as well tell it to you too since you are here. It could not get any more mortifying than it already is. I will never live this down and it is your fault Hongjoong!”

“What did I do?”

“You have been telling us to be prepared on dates. A pregnancy is bad for our careers and we are so young anyway.”

“Yes, it is sound advice. I even offered you condoms earlier. What went wrong, Yeosang?”

“I took the one in the kitchen, I even told you I was doing that and you did not stop me.”

“I never heard that, I had my headphones on and thought you knew where the stash is in the hall closet. So, what happened?”

Your eyes went big as soon as you figured out the rest of the story. “Oh no, remember my interrupted lunch, Hongjoong?”

“You? This is your fault, too?”

You tried to stifle the laugh that was fighting to burst out of you. Despite wanting to be sensitive to the feelings of your friend you knew it was going to be impossible to hold back as he related the story. The other members gathered closer sensing this was going to be good.

“Okay, there I was for the first time in my life thinking I am ready for sex. I have a steady girlfriend for the first time in my life and she is offering to make me the happiest man in the world and so....”

The other members had a variety of comments to make at his pause. There were a few “Did you know he has a girl?” and “good for him, about time,” mentions. Seonghwa’s voice was notable for his accurate response that nobody has to be having sex on an age schedule, there is no such thing as a late bloomer.

“Yeah,” Mingi added quietly.

Predicting the tale about to unfold you covered your eyes and asked Yeosang to go on.

“Betty asked if I thought we were ready to have sex. She worried I might only be going along to please her so I reassured her I was really, truly ready although it would be my first time. Even brought out the condom I had grabbed from the kitchen counter earlier today. I was nervous certainly and my chest was sweaty but I wanted to prove it was the right time so with her approval I joyously tore into that small foil square.”

“Oh no,” Hongjoong uttered as he realized the mistake.

“What the rest of you don't know and I did not know at the time was that it was not in fact a wrapped condom abandoned on the counter of our dorm.”

The six remaining members asked with rapt attention, “What was it?”

Yeosang licked his finger and trailed it down his chest. The shirt was open a few buttons lower than his style, more a Wooyoung look. Where the damp digit had wiped there was an obvious clean patch of skin surrounded by the large area of dark brown shading and a few green flecks. The man was a walking ramen seasoning packet. With a defeated look he turned and announced he was headed for the shower.

Wooyoung's dinner commenced while Yeosang washed spices out of his hair, ears, and other unexpected places. The previously fed members hung around the kitchen to enjoy your call to Betty to affirm she had survived the incident. Asking to be put on speakerphone she gleefully described the event to the team.

“I had no reason to think it was not a condom wrapper in his hand. My sweet boy was so proud of being prepared and then suddenly ramen seasoning was everywhere. Ripped the foil clean in half, each side flinging spices across the two beds. I knew it would be easier to clean up our room without his feet tracking more powder everywhere so I sent Yeosang home despite his repeated offer to fix everything himself. I was just so glad he did not die on the spot. I feel so bad for him,” Betty added. “Hope he isn't too traumatized but I do think it was very funny and memorable.”

While still on the call Seonghwa swore everyone around the table to secrecy to spare Yeosang's feelings. One day he might look back and laugh but this probably was not something he would be ready to be teased about anytime soon.

With your strength regained through laughter you agreed to head back to the college dorm and would get the blankets washed tonight while Betty finished vacuuming and dusting. Thanking the boys for an entertaining evening you tactfully took your leave before the subject of tonight's mirth emerged from his room. Wooyoung was alone in the kitchen doing a bit of clean up and offered Yeosang some of the remaining homemade food once he appeared, still toweling off his hair.

“Too spicy,” Yeosang noted. “Had more than enough of that to last quite a while. It even went up my nose!” Despite already having dinner with Betty he rummaged in the fridge for comfort food. Crying out in delight he seized some leftover fried chicken from Jongho's order and had no trouble devouring it for the second time in a day.

Wooyoung put his hand on the shoulder of his long-time friend. “In seriousness, you doing alright?”

“It feels like the longest day of my life. But it has been a good one, despite everything.”

“Betty really likes you, doesn't she?”

Yeosang nodded, and smiled around the chicken wing. “I think so, and I really like her too.”

“Good. I can't be your everything forever and I am happy to hand you over to her. I like to think I have raised you pretty well and now the baby bird can leave the nest.”

“What? You are younger than me!” The way Yeosang laughed let Wooyoung know it was probably all going to be okay.

“Just wish I had thought to teach you the difference between a condom wrapper and ramen flavor packet. The main thing to note is one of them visibly has a rolled up circle of a condom inside!”

On to Chapter Nine: Cock Girl

Look forward to Mingi proposing marriage because he is the father of our heroine’s baby.

There is also a later sequel of sorts to this chapter with Yeosang’s Special Ramen Recipe.

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These Breasts Belong In Your Hands

Chapter One of the Juicy Cock Saga, an ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Fluff and innuendo only, all talk and no action but still markedly NSFW, 1K words

You may wish to read the Prologue first: She Came on a Red Motorbike

“These Breasts Belong In Your Hands” the large letters in an attention grabbing neon shade screamed across San’s chest. The illustrated fried chicken shirt had actually been a freebie thank you gift to Yeosang after his 25th chicken delivery order but the mortifying shirt was never going to be his style so San had eagerly taken over the castoff item.

The innuendo clearly agreed with him because he also was wearing the matching sweatpants sold at your restaurant boldly emblazoned on the abdomen with “Juicy Cock will satisfy you!” Once your eyes returned upward San greeted you with a self-satisfied smile but an apologetic shrug at his laundry laden arms so he turned away from the door to call out the now standard running joke among the housemates, “Yeosang, your true love is here.”

Following the delightful scent Yeosang soon arrived at the entryway to find you face palming with your free hand, shaking your head, but also giggling slightly from underneath it. Sighing wearily but with affection he apologized saying “San can be a lot sometimes. Wooyoung too, he has a matching set except he got the pants that say ‘never dry, always moist’ up the inner thighs.”

You nodded in embarrassed recognition.

“They like to torment the convenience store clerks with their salacious outfits.”

“I would not call mutual flirting with the convenience store clerks torment,” San called from the couch nearby as he folded his freshly washed clothes.

Mingi looked up from his phone. “Really? The cute one and the tall one?”

“Yeah.”

Considering the issue you observed, “Well it is probably torment for the clerks if the flirting never goes further.”

“Oh is that all that happens?” San grinned.

Wooyoung chimed in to add, “What makes you assume we haven’t gone further?”

The shock on Mingi’s face was only partially about the escapades of his teammates. “Is this why I’m never the one getting free samples put into my bag?”

Your attention returned to Yeosang who had been laughing along with the exchange. Standing there yourself in a work shirt bearing “JUICY COCK TAKEOUT AND DELIVERY We come fast!” you began to ask forgiveness for your own apparel.

Really this was all your family’s fault for making the lewdly suggestive garments. You recalled how your grandmother had named the restaurant Juicy Cock hoping the perfectly innocently explainable English words would entice customers. “But you see we haven’t had the heart to tell her it is all smutty. Mom and her sister did not get that vocabulary in English classes and I was horrified once I learned enough of the slang to recognize it as innuendo.”

In the back of your mind you did harbor suspicions about how much your uncle understood and if he should have headed all this off years ago. The blunter the tie-in clothing messages became the more you knew somebody making decisions for the company had to be aware of all the double entendres. The odds of every message having a 'not safe for work' interpretation were astronomical.

“Your grandmother knows more than you give her credit for. My guess is she only plays innocent but knows a fantastic market strategy when she sees it.”

You nodded at Yeosang's thoughtful and probably accurate assessment then conceded he did know a bit about branding with ATEEZ being a perfect name choice.

“Our group ranks high in English alphabetical order plus if you search for ATEEZ online the unique name gets you only the right results.”

Following his train of thought prompted you to say, “We aren't so much a category dominator with ‘Juicy Cock’ though. Of course I have never tried it, looking it up on a search engine that is, or well, either meaning actually,” you deadpanned. Your eyes widened in absolute horror as you realized you just really did have that conversation out loud in front of your favorite idol and the assorted living room crew instead of merely in your head.

“Crap! Oh shit, I said crap! Oh fuck, I said shit!” This was really not your day. You clapped a hand over your mouth before your panicked mind ran away with you further though how it could escalate any worse you could not imagine.

Concerned you had lost your best customer forever and paralyzed by fear you waited out his silence. Time slowed to a crawl as you pictured how swiftly your grandmother would hear of your royal screw-up. People don’t fire family, right? Just doomed you to a remaining lifetime of servitude over the dishwasher and garbage cans and as far from any customer interaction as possible. Maybe you could change your name and open up a branch in another town in another country on another continent. Was Mars an option?

As Yeosang turned back toward you and straightened up again you observed his face was deeply red. Not good. You feared it was in anger or embarrassment but it seemed more like he had stopped breathing temporarily. Finally regaining enough air he began howling uncontrollably with pent-up laughter. This was no demure “hehet” or fake scoff you had heard from him before, there were tears in his eyes already falling on both sides of his face. So maybe you were not on the brink of unemployment. You hoped.

Already having passed over the bag of chicken long ago there had been no need to have lingered at the door. You had been enjoying your frequent interactions together too much and it surprised you how easily the two of you had fallen into a habit of casual conversation beyond the necessities of your roles of customer and delivery person.

Suddenly you had found your normally reserved self too relaxed today and look where it had gotten you. Quickly slinking back to the elevator area you noticed it took the longest time ever for it to reach the floor you were on. Daring a sideways glance, you could tell the door to their apartment was still open with Yeosang watching your disappearance. He may have just been frozen there in mortification. It took all your willpower refusing to turn enough to catch the expression on his face.

On to Chapter Two: Makes Your Mouth Water and Fills You Up

Look forward to Seonghwa saying “You’ve come again.”

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#ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez smut #yeosang #san #wooyoung #mingi #Juicy Cock Saga #kpop smut

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Very Moist

Chapter Three of the Juicy Cock Saga, an ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Fluff and innuendo only, all talk and no action but still completely NSFW, 4.5K words, Agender reader using she/her pronouns.

You may wish to read the Prologue first: She Came On A Red Motorbike Previous Chapter: Makes Your Mouth Water and Fills You Up

Last delivery of the night. It was always a pleasure to end your shift with a takeout delivery to the ATEEZ dorm. No matter who met you at the door there would be a friendly reception and usually a little time for conversation with some of the guys. Mingi greeted you today and called back into their home, “Yeosang, your true love is here!”

“We aren't doing that anymore, remember? He was worried it would make me uncomfortable. I'm truly fine with the joke though so let's just see if he forgot about his request.”

Taking the heavy bags from you Mingi cheered, “Everyone gets Juicy Cock tonight!” He then commented on your rain spotted appearance. “Come on in and dry off a little, okay?”

“Thanks, I will. The break would do me good, today has been a lot.”

He reached for your shoulder comfortingly but withdrew immediately at your uncharacteristic flinch from his touch.

Once inside you were greeted warmly by what appeared to be almost the whole team with the exception of Yunho. Even reclusive Hongjoong was just coming out of his studio which made a nice change. Chatting briefly you decided to cut the visit shorter than any of you would like. “Well, I best be off before the rain ramps up.”

Surprised he even noticed now that there was chicken to hold his attention, Yeosang notified you that it was already storming wildly out there and it had come up quick. Looking at the the other members for approval he asked, “Could we offer her the couch tonight so she does not have to be out there in that storm? I think it is even thundering now.” Yunho was not back from a late dance practice yet but Yeosang was sure he would be okay with hosting their guest. Looking to the others for agreement he got nods from Wooyoung, San, Mingi, and Seonghwa.

Mindful of the residency conditions the members had agreed to, Jongho was a holdout for an overnight visitor. Hongjoong had to reluctantly agree. “I really wish we could take you in you tonight but for anybody other than our own mothers the answer has to be no.”

“I think that is fair and I do not want to get anybody in trouble. Your offer was very thoughtful, Yeosang, even though I can't take you up on it. I'll be heading out now but if anybody has a raincoat to loan it would be very appreciated.” It was late and you were tired. It showed in your fallen face but soon rebounded with an offer that might gain agreement. “Hongjoong, would it change your mind if I text CEO Kim for permission to stay the night on the dorm's couch?”

“Well that would do it for sure.”

Jongho nodded his assent too while Seonghwa and San exchanged suspicious glances.

“Alright then.” Taking out your phone a message was speedily typed out.

In no time at all the brief reply came, “OK. Don't keep them up late. Music video shoot tomorrow.”

With a broad smile you showed the message to them and everybody grinned. Mingi asked, “Popcorn and movie night?” This was agreed to and the ATEEZ members set off to get things ready and wolf down some fried chicken. Grabbing a plate to go, Hongjoong bowed out of the evening's activity and returned to his studio. If tonight was like any other night he expected to be in there for hours. Bidding you goodnight he thanked you for making it a special occasion for the rest of his group.

Chronically underslept Hongjoong may have had no suspicions about how the chicken delivery girl would have the private cell phone number of the CEO of KQ Entertainment, a number the leader himself did not even have, but Seonghwa and San pulled you aside for a little talk.

“I'm guessing you changed the contact name of a friend who went with it and played along.” Thinking it through San continued, “That was smart giving us plausible deniability like that.”

Seonghwa noted it was a thin excuse, “You are asking us to look very gullible though. I believed you thought more of us than that.”

Felling ashamed from his pointed and wise words you unexpectedly offered some assurance that you were not lying. “You saw he mentioned your work tomorrow, would many people outside the company know about that?”

“Got a point there,” Seonghwa admitted. “Still seems sketchy though but I am choosing to trust you. Please don't disappoint me.”

“Maybe Juicy Cock is catering tomorrow so somebody knows about the music video work, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt too,” San agreed.

While those two got to work giving the living room a quick tidy the remaining present residents conversed with you as they ate dinner from the delivery boxes you had brought.

“Please tell your grandmother this is one of the best batches ever, crunchy outside and very moist inside,” Yeosang complimented.

“She will be pleased to hear it, she really likes making you happy.”

Waving a partially consumed wing as he shared his thoughts Wooyoung also commented on the strangeness of your phone communication. “It is kinda weird for our boss to know you that well, you know? Must be frequent deliveries.”

“Good thing we know you aren't a plant to spy on us,” Mingi trustingly commented. “I am surprised CEO Kim said yes to your stay, you would think he would be more cautious of our reputation when we have so recently debuted.”

“I come and go so often for work anyway that I don't think my visit will be scandal material even if noticed.”

As a precaution Jongho offered to wheel your motorbike into the apartment building's garage for the night to reduce attention. At your agreement he enveloped himself in a giant rain poncho and headed out.

Leaning toward you Yeosang inhaled deeply, wrinkling his nose. He made the blunt but accurate observation, “While I love the scent of chicken I would prefer your greasy old work clothes were not on our couch tonight. Angling his nose up he added, “your hair is full of Juicy Cock too. Is it rude to ask you to have a quick wash up before the movie?”

Wooyoung barely attempted to suppress his laughter. “Ooh, showering at his place already. Didn't know you two were so intimate.”

You stuck your tongue out at him playfully letting them both know the teasing was fine with you. “That would be great actually, I will be much more comfortable cleaned up from work and if anybody has a large t-shirt to loan out and pants too,” you fished. In Yunho's absence it was decided for him that he would be your clothing benefactor so Mingi went to get you some comfy items from Yunho's closet along with a fresh washcloth and bath towel.

“Thanks, guys. Sheltering me from the storm is generous of you. Can I thank you by making breakfast before you have to go to work?” Your plan was greeted with hasty assurances that you did not owe them anything for hosting you but they agreed readily to the rare treat.

Still full from the meal you'd had on break at the restaurant between deliveries you excused yourself to clean up just as San and Seonghwa joined everyone in the kitchen. “We handled the living room but this place needs some work,” Seonghwa noted as he looked around. “I overheard the plan but if you are expecting our guest to treat you to a homemade breakfast you better have this area spotless for her to work in.”

Finished eating, Yeosang and Wooyoung began setting things to rights. Mingi put some music on and the cleaning cum dance party commenced while Jongho, Seonghwa, and San feasted on chicken leaving some in reserve for Yunho's late return. He would be ravenous after the extra time spent perfecting his performance for the music video tomorrow.

Sliding the curtain aside, momentum carried his hand into the shower reaching for the conditioner while asking to borrow it already knowing Yeosang's answer would be yes. Before his mind could catch up with his mouth he changed the question to “Why do these look like my clothes on the counter?” He then noticed a second set on the floor. Your clothes. The split attention led him to not register that the opaque curtain had earlier obscured a single body both shorter and wider than Yeosang’s. The yelp of surprise he heard quickly pulled his attention around to the revelation of your naked body before him.

Seonghwa reassured him, “I’m sure she’s fine. I’m not gonna go in there to ask. Unless I hear a body slip and fall I’m not risking it.”

“Honestly, I would appreciate help a lot. It’s been a long day.”

“I would be completely fine with that and the help would be really welcomed.”

Removing the towel from his waist he put it on the counter beside the borrowed clothes then stepped into the shower.

“It is just nudity between friends like at the hot springs or a sauna,” Yunho called, “not what it looks like.”

“Or what it sounded like?” San countered with a snicker.

“Her shoulder is hurt and I was just helping.”

San’s concern was evident in his change of tone. “I can bring you a pain pill for muscle ache if that would help. It is just over the counter stuff from the pharmacy.”

“Oh really, Sir is it now? You can call me that.” Then eyes wide open he suddenly became serious. “I overstepped with the joking, didn’t I?”

“You have seen us play Twister, right? But yes, I understand what you mean and agree those are good boundaries for both of us.” Looking down at himself Yunho sheepishly added, “I can't believe we are having this conversation nude. At first I thought it was an ace thing on your part but I guess everybody is capable of non-sexual nakedness. In our business I forget skin isn't just for enticement. Then again, we manage to change costumes in front of each other all the time without batting an eye so I should already know it is possible.”

Confirming your worry, San came into the kitchen delighted to bring the news. “They might be a while.”

“They?” multiple people questioned.

Mingi was the first to understand. “Like new pronouns, they? I knew our delivery girl, er, person now is agender but went by she and her, but that must have changed.”

“New pronoun drop!” Wooyoung enthused. “We can roll with it.”

Now everybody present asked, “What?”

With nods of assent they returned to chores. The promised home cooked breakfast was a motivating thing and soon Seonghwa approved the kitchen and dining area to be actually tidy versus the first 'just hide things in cupboards' attempt on Yeosang's part. He would have had a better chance of getting away with that speedier approach if the members had not been sitting right there watching in amusement.

Wooyoung used the kitchen regularly for his Korean cooking hobby so he knew were most things belonged and had made full use of Mingi for some of the things that belonged in higher places. There was some good-natured taunting from the taller boy as he touched things to the ceiling in mockery of Wooyoung's much shorter reach. Job complete, the boys settled in around the living room voting among movie and drama options while awaiting your reappearance.

“Let's get back to the Netflix show about the king who lives in a parallel universe but comes to our Earth and has fried chicken for the first time and falls in love.” This excited suggestion came from the most likely suspect to desire fried chicken as a plot point.

“Oh yeah, ‘The King: Eternal Monarch.’ He falls for the policewoman Kim Go Eun, not the chicken. That one is good,” Wooyoung affirmed.

“He fell for both!” Yeosang’s tone turned solemn. “Better to live in this world with fried chicken than be monarch of a parallel universe Kingdom of Corea with no fried chicken.”

“I wish my grandmother had done that fried chicken product placement. Imagine getting an idol to advertise our chicken.”

San looked at you and laughed. “Well it’s not like you don’t know any.”

Unsurprisingly one member of ATEEZ gleefully volunteered, “Like I said before, I would do it for free chicken!”

“If KQ cleared it,” Seonghwa cautioned.

“Hmmm.” Your mind enjoyed considering the possibilities.

“The chicken storyline is not familiar, but is that the one with Lee Min Ho as the King and Court Lady Kim Young Ok?” Jongho queried. “I loved seeing them together again after Boys Over Flowers.”

“Yes, that’s him, he was perm boy in that one,” San confirmed. “This show has royalty, history, fantasy, and time travel. I think we have found tonight's entertainment with something to amuse all of us.”

Sitting in the space left for you on the couch you gratefully plunked down between Mingi and Yeosang. “I love this one and I will be happy to see it again, you get more out of the story on a rewatch. And, Woo Do Hwan is so good as the king's bodyguard best friend. For the longest time I did not even recognize he was playing two roles because he plays them so differently.”

“He and Lee Min Ho are so handsome in this,” Seonghwa observed.

You could not help but agree. “Very much so.”

“I thought you were asexual.” Yeosang commented.

“Being ace doesn’t stop me from recognizing when someone’s pretty to look at. All this time did you think I have not noticed that about every one of you?”

Mingi asked with wide eyes, “You think I’m good looking?”

“Don’t put her on the spot,” Seonghwa chided.

You felt comfortable enough to reply. “I’m okay. Uh, yes you are all devastatingly handsome. Really. Even bare faced like now.” Seeing grins break out you warned, “but, don’t let my appreciation go to your heads. My take on beauty tends to cast a wider net than I think people who experience sexual attraction tend to. For example, my current Korean media crush is Kim Young Chul and I understand that is not a typical choice.”

Mingi looked surprised and reflected, “He’s like in his sixties but I am sure he was handsome in his day. You must watch a lot of old movies.”

“Er, the other one. The comedian on Knowing Bros/Men on a Mission.”

Everyone laughed at you good-naturedly and you joined them.

Yeosang pointed out they might be asked on that show someday so he could pass along your interest.

“He’s over twice my age and I would die of embarrassment. Thank you for your helpful offer but no. I will love seeing ATEEZ on the show though. I hope it does happen. Imagine if you could sing with Heechul and Min Kyung Hoon or something like that.”

“Well, I am relieved to know my looks rank up there with Knowing Bros’ Kim Young Chul,” Jongho deadpanned. “Can we get this started then?”

As the theme music began you snuggled your good shoulder into Mingi. He was glad some touch was still okay for your tender body. He started to put his arm around your shoulders and caught himself for fear of harming you. Your good arm gently took his hand and lowered it to your waist instead. He would later recall very little of the show beyond that point.

Passing around the giant bowl of popcorn the roommates enjoyed the episode wishing there was time for several more. There was indeed something for everybody, especially Yeosang when another fried chicken scene came on.

Once the show was over the members retreated to their shared rooms leaving you to bunk on the couch for the night. To the man, they each offered their bed in trade but you truly were comfortable as a couch sleeper even with a now medication eased injury. You would also never live it down as a fan if any one of your favorite idols had to sleep on a couch the day before shooting a music video. For the good of ATINY was an answer they could accept and they left you for their beds.

Ten minutes later San padded over to you in the living room lit only by a night light. “Still awake?” he whispered.

“Yes, just settling in.”

“I don’t sleep well in a new place and I wondered if you would like a friend to cuddle with.”

“Thank you San but that’s really not what I am looking for.”

“You sure?” At this he drew Shiber from behind his back and by your grin he knew the offer of his Shiba Inu plushie for the night was well received.

“If this sleepover had been planned I would have brought one of my own stuffed animals. I truly will sleep better with Shiber at my side. Thank you, San.”

Pleased with himself, San slipped back to his room and you soon were sound asleep. It felt like only minutes later when you noticed someone pulling up the comforting weight of the blanket that had crept off you in the night. “You are my hero whoever you are. Thank you.”

Making sure to tuck Shiber in too, Seonghwa asked you to go back to sleep and said that he would cook breakfast to spare your injury. He offered to bring you another dose of the pain medication and some water but you reassured him that you were feeling much better.

By the time he got out of his long shower the breakfast preparation was already well underway. Rummaging in the cupboards you had managed to pull together a simple egg laden Dutch baby pancake which was beginning to puff up in the hot oven with a pan of bacon sizzling beneath it. With a few minutes left on the timer you put out powdered sugar, maple syrup, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and cinnamon as topping options and started cutting up fruit to go alongside. Seonghwa made the rounds of the four bedrooms waking the others who caught the mouthwatering scents in the air.

After a delicious feast and pleas to stay over again, even if you did not cook for the members, you dressed in your work clothes and headed home with plenty of time to prepare for the day’s deliveries. Waiting in the garage one of the managers observed your early morning exit as he sat in the van. Soon afterward the boys tumbled out of the elevator buzzing with nervous excitement and the two vehicles took off for the first day of shooting the video of another hoped for hit, “Say My Name.”

On to Chapter Four: He Came Inside

Look forward to reading “Just fuck me up with Juicy Cock.”

Oh, and if you want to make a Dutch baby pancake the recipe from Smitten Kitchen can be found here. It is yummy, easy, and looks more impressive than it is.

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Excerpt- What ATEEZ Got Up To In Their Hotel Room (NSFW)

From the ATEEZ fanfic JC Saga epilogue “Filled With Pride”

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You hoped the other boys would be getting back to their hotel okay after any nocturnal activities in the Castro they might wish to engage in. You would be joining Mingi as soon as you had finished some business of your own now that Korea was awake and you could reach staff at the office for some checking in. In a brief videoconference, your uncle praised the success of the tour, the largest project you had overseen for the company. His kind words filled you with pride.

Walking from the restaurant to the hotel you smiled at the way Yeosang, sure of a warm welcome with Betty, had so easily given you the keycard he would have no need for tonight. Looking forward to a quiet evening with Mingi you were disappointed to find yourself alone in the room once you arrived. The unasked question was soon answered as his voice came to you from the other side of the wall sending your eyebrows up in confusion.

“You shot your load too early, we hadn’t even started yet.”

“Ground rules, avoid getting it in somebody’s eyes.” That sounded like San.

“Yeah, you do not want to get that in your eye,” agreed Wooyoung, “It happened to me once with you and it stung.”

There was a knock at your door. You opened it to reveal Jongho. “I thought I heard you getting back. Follow me.”

“Jongho?” you mouthed to yourself. Whatever you thought might be going on in the adjoining room it was a surprise to have him involved too. You had always told Mingi you were open to polyamory so he was free to enjoy the full range of sexual activities life had to offer which as an ace were not as likely to be found with you. At the least you thought he might want to have someone to enjoy kissing with.

Mingi knew being poly should be an equal opportunity for everyone in the relationship, even asexuals, and with his encouragement you had developed a taste for cuddling with Yunho sometimes, just like in the fanfic. Well, not quite like the stories with sex scenes. It was something that worked out well for the three of you. Most often it was just you reading to the two men while they were draped around you on the couch or bed. There were also some fun showers with lots of splashing and laughing, and regular trips to the hot springs. But the group activity next door? That was something new for Mingi.

Understandably the members needed some form of release after the long work days on tour and doing public appearances. Though, if they were looking for male partners it was a surprise that they would choose each other when here you were in what was one of the most concentrated neighborhoods of gay and bisexual men in the world. Even more were visiting for the day of the Pride Parade itself and yet they were getting up to something with their fellow members instead. And strangest of all, now you, an asexual person, had been issued an invitation too.

You peeked into the room next door not knowing what you would see. “Is this a bad time?”

“Do come join us. We could use you,” Hongjoong smirked.

Seonghwa approached and took your wrist. Steering it to his waist he placed your hand on the firm tube. He looked at you for confirmation that this was something you wanted too. Gripping the stiff column you grasped the situation, consenting to it fully and affirmed that for him with a nod and a gentle hand on his chest. You were so close the other members could not see what passed between you.

“I am up for this,” you announced to the seven men present and they cheered your approval. “How is this going to work? Everybody at once or one at a time?”

They had already planned it out in advance and your answer came in the form of Yunho calling out with a groan, “I can’t hold off any longer!” and so it began.

Streaks flew through the air. Over your head it went, and covered you chest to knees. They were careful, some hit your cheeks and hair but nothing hit your eyes. And you were not the only one. The boys were covered in lines too. They were completely spent after about a minute and you knew how to respond.

Fingering the trigger of the slender canister Seonghwa had slipped you at the door you returned their fire and covered the seven members with vivid neon strands of silly string just as they had done to you and each other. It took a long time for the laughter to die down. Everyone hoped Yeosang was having as much fun as they were, with probably less need for cleanup afterward. Hongjoong put on some music and everyone pitched in to remove all traces of their play before he and Seonghwa left to find Annie’s room in the same hotel for their date.

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Makes Your Mouth Water and Fills You Up

Chapter Two of the Juicy Cock Saga, an ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Fluff and innuendo only, all talk and no action but still NSFW here and there, 1.7K words

You may wish to read the Prologue first: She Came on a Red Motorbike

Previous Chapter: These Breasts Belong In Your Hands

You hoped somebody else would answer the ATEEZ dorm door this time after the last takeout drop off involved the debacle of both sexual innuendo and cussing in front of a customer. Gone is the cheekily branded restaurant shirt your grandmother had you wearing for deliveries replaced this time by your most comforting hoodie which not coincidentally was plastered with largest asexual pride flag the garment could display. The only part about the last visit that did not bother you was announcing you were a virgin, it generally went along with the ace thing but that was no excuse for accidentally mentioning it while working for your family’s business.

It was a tempting idea to pull up the hood and tie off the strings making your face disappear as much as possible. Instead, you gathered all the professional strength you could muster then pushed the buzzer. Seonghwa promptly greeted you at the door. In the background you could see some tall heads and short heads partially hidden around the hallway corners and internal doorways. The height and hair dye differences made their identities known from a grown out red to a stunning blue, almost everyone was present with the notable exception of Yeosang.

“You’ve come again.” Seonghwa looked at you and smirked.

Great. He must be aware of what happened last time and guessing by the audience everyone else did too. Did he even know he was doing that tongue thing of his right now? Being ace, sexy did not work on you but it was still very distracting to see, especially up close rather than in a music video. You also had finally discovered there was a level of eye contact that unsettled you.

Going along with the familiar joke he called back into the apartment, “Yeosang, your true love is here, come quickly.” There were titters from the assembled peanut gallery both times he had uttered the suggestive word.

You were not sure if the razzing helped with the stress or was making it worse but you watched Seonghwa’s demeanor switch instantly as his eyes scanned the black, gray, white, and violet striped ace flag across your chest. “I have interacted inappropriately with you. Forgive me, I did not mean to cause offense. We have been trained on this regularly and I should know better.”

What a decent man, attractive too despite his overt performance earlier but that was not relevant at all at the moment and you pushed the thought aside. His speech really impressed you. Feeling less awkward now you reassured him that you had been comfortable with the joking and explained that not all asexuals are sex averse or sex repulsed, some like you just don’t find it a draw the way lots of other people do. “It is breakfast cereal to me, nourishing to many but nothing I get excited over.”

Seonghwa grinned at the explanation he could easily understand so you continued, “After all, my job usually has me dashing around town with a shirt shouting ‘Juicy Cock’ so I am fine with the rough language. Growing up in the family business I’ve looked at those words so long that all they mean to me is moist chicken. I would go through a lot of things for my grandmother but I would not do this job if the suggestive theme made me uncomfortable. Besides, you are in your own home and not at work and I am not here as a fan.”

He looked relieved but commented, “Just as idols we do not want to be subjected to innuendo on a shoot or fan interaction you deserve the same consideration when you are at your job.” As he spoke the hidden members had been slowly leaning into view interested in the whole conversation. With serious expressions they nodded along at what Seonghwa said and your heart hurt for what some fans or even coworkers may have spoken to them in person.

“That’s a very good policy to live by,” you agreed. “Now, I am the one that needs to apologize for last week but I understand if Yeosang does not want to see me ever again.”

At this Yeosang casually came around the corner while everyone else disappeared but you suspected they hadn’t gone far beyond the entry area. His smile told you things were probably going to be okay. “I lived,” he said. “You also appear to have lived. The only thing that remains to be seen is if my roommates will continue to live. It is conditional on their taunting behavior going forward. No more 'your true love' jokes in front of the chicken takeout driver going forward, right?”

“Right!” seven voices chorused invisibly but from close by.

“We are still good to tease about it every other moment of the day,” Yeosang added to them. He continued in a completely overdramatic voice, “Of course you know my true love is really you guys, my team. ATEEZ and ATINY are the two loves of my life.” This time a big, exaggerated “Awww!” rose up from the hidden choir. “But fried chicken is still up there like number three on my list,” he added quickly.

The group silliness dissipated any remaining tension. You thanked Yeosang pitifully for giving you or at least the restaurant another chance. All week you had been fearfully wondering if the now routine weekly purchase was lost to you forever. When the order to this familiar address came through your grandmother had verified that yes you were an acceptable delivery person. You smiled at the thought of her and how she had been so gentle with you over this nerve-wracking week of waiting.

“Yeosang, my grandmother’s got quite a thing for you, you know. Ever since the time you ate in the shop she has not stopped talking about the most beautiful young man she has ever seen who blessed the restaurant with his angelic presence.”

He was humble enough to blush despite getting that over the top reaction to his looks frequently. It helped he had seven friends learning to deal with the same dissonance between their self-perception and fan assessment. He tuned back in to your words realizing his thoughts had gone so fast that none of the conversation had been missed.

“Anytime there is an extra piece in your meal box it’s because she’s supervising in the kitchen that day and knows the order is yours. She is a full-on ATINY at this point thanks to you.” You paused wanting to be truthful and added after a moment, “With a little help from family too. It had started with an ATEEZ poster she put up in the chicken shop and anyone that asks about it is told these are her wonderful grandchildren. It is from the HALA HALA era so she says if it was not for the masks they could see the family resemblance.”

The hidden audience for this entire conversation had been forgotten long ago but their delighted laughter at this new information reminded you both of their presence. “My brother and I have been replaced,” you marveled in mock indignation. “I have now taken her to three concerts, she has all the albums, got multiple light sticks and says the restaurant is available any time if you wish to hold a fan meet there. She’d feed you afterward too. Gran’s always complaining how tired and hungry you boys look. The eight of you work so hard and your bodies do need plenty of fuel.”

“Take her up on that offer Hongjoong,” Mingi yelled out forgetting to even pretend they were not eavesdropping.

Yeosang listened with a smile knowing it was not just your grandmother who was fond of the group members. A comfortable acquaintance had developed between the two of you, especially after the day he had looked up the meaning of your asexual pride patches spotted on your jacket on a previous visit. Your regular but brief interactions were not a source of anxiety for him because he was reassured you would not be pressing for more. Now that he was an idol he didn’t get that sense often from people and it was quite a loss to have to be so guarded most of the time.

He ended the pleasurable conversation with a half-serious promise that he would go to the restaurant itself from time to time to keep your grandmother loyal to him. Now that Block B had filmed while eating there he did not want to risk losing his favorite customer status to charmers like P.O or U-Kwon.

“By the way, our restaurant's shirts are selling quite well, especially after Seonghwa wore one for a VLIVE, that one that says 'Juicy Cock makes your mouth water and fills you up.'” Not sure if Seonghwa was still in listening range you added, “Please thank him for me. Hopefully he did not get in trouble over it. If we ever have the budget though, my dream is for you to be in our commercials or radio jingles.”

“For you, I would do that,” he graciously promised. Thinking it over Yeosang concluded, “doubt we'd get KQ approval with your brand name but you never know. Strangely enough CEO Kim himself gave Seonghwa that shirt and requested it for a streaming appearance. Must be trying to increase social media chatter and get some free press. Anyway, I can get your grandmother the email of the right department to talk to if you are serious about making an ad happen.”

You laughed and said you'd work on her.

“I'll gladly do it for payment in chicken,” Yeosang offered with a dreamy look.

On to Chapter Three: Very Moist Look forward to a steamy shower scene with Yunho and San offering a nighttime cuddle. Also the phrase “cleaning cum.”

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Tender On The Inside

Chapter Six of the Juicy Cock Saga, an ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Fluff and innuendo only, all talk and no action but still unreservedly NSFW, 3.6K words

You may wish to read the Prologue first: She Came On A Red Motorbike

Previous Chapter: I Love Your Legs, I Love Your Breasts

It was unusual how you found yourself equally comfortable with all the ATEEZ members. Often in a group there would be some people your were more drawn to and warmer towards than others but these friends were different. Your affection for the lot of them said good things about the whole team. The boys had quite a variety of personalities, as people do, but they were all very likeable and felt safe to be around.

By now the end of shift sleepovers had become a semi-regular thing after rough weather takeout deliveries and you found yourself sharing the couch one rainy evening with Yunho. When San had gotten up to film something for his V Log you had taken over the controller and were doing well enough against Yunho for a sports game you played infrequently. The other members were still due back from practice or other activities and were probably held up in traffic by the storm. Their chicken was being kept warm in the oven giving the dorm a mouthwatering scent.

While focusing on the soccer video game you kept being sidetracked by movement farther down the couch. Turning your head at his sudden antsiness Yunho realized you'd spotted him adjusting himself. Seeing you tactfully turning away to restore his privacy if not dignity he reassured, “It is general, not personal.” Realizing how unflattering that might sound even knowing you were asexual he added, “I say that in the nicest way of course!”

From your easy laugh he could tell there was no embarrassment or offense even before you confirmed, “I appreciate the distinction and am grateful for it. That has to be handy for camping,” you mused, mostly to yourself.

“What does?”

“Being able to urinate standing.”

“Are you thinking about my penis again?”

“No, not yours in particular. Just thinking the only time I have ever wanted one is an emergency roadside pee.”

“The conversations we get into.”

It was at this point Wooyoung cleared his throat having entered unheard. “Chicken Girl, you are here! Have any Juicy Cock for me?”

“In the oven on low.”

Wooyoung started laughing to himself. Then, only partially containing his mirth noted, “I shall tastefully not make a cockwarming joke.”

“Too late,” Yunho sniggered adding, “How long have you been there, and dripping rain everywhere too.”

“Oh I came in at 'Thinking about my penis, again?’” Either hunger or a respect for privacy led him to not ask for any context. With a shake of the head he left you two for his meal.

“Save enough for the five others still coming.” There was a snort from the kitchen at Yunho's word choice.

No longer in the mood to play, the long paused game console and television were turned off. “I know you are asexual, but do you ever wonder what it is like? Sex, that is.” Yunho gestured toward the kitchen, “Wooyoung helped a friend once get over being a virgin, he would probably do the same for you if you wanted. There is no shame in having no sexual experience. I just know some people our age feel burdened by it, like it is something to get over.”

Taking a moment to wonder if Yunho was the friend in question or if the assistance had just come up in conversation between them one day you quickly moved on to the next thought. “That's not an offer you can make for him. You can only offer on your behalf.” You turned to face Yunho fully with a cocked eyebrow and more serious tone. “Are you?”

He swallowed and paused.

Unsure of what he was going to say, you put him out of the misery of forming an unexpected affirmative or tasteful decline. “Forgive me for asking that. I am not fishing for help from a friend and I don't want a sexual interlude with any of you. Having no experience is not something that weighs on me.”

You weren't sure how to read his stoic expression so you continued. “Given a romantic orientation of being drawn to hug and snuggle men, and finding them pretty to look at, I am guessing if I ever felt the interest in trying sex for informational purposes it would be with a male partner. For what it is worth, you seem like you would be excellent for that sort of friend to learn from. It is funny, never having given any thought to it before my immediate sense is that you would be my first choice to ask of all the people I know, certainly out of everybody in your dorm.”

Yunho looked surprised and you elaborated, “I know nothing of your sexual history but no matter your own experience level my sense is that you are capable of being extra gentle and kind. You are very good at encouraging your teammates as you learn new dance moves together, pretty sure those skills carry over to anything you teach.”

He smiled at the compliments. “But why me, surely Yeosang...?”

You considered, “The team knows how soft I am for him so it would seem to be the choice I'd make. Certainly his sense of humor is the best match for mine, I get his style better than any of you guys excepting possibly Wooyoung. The down side of that is I think Yeosang and I could not manage to have sex without laughing constantly, either from the situation or his jokes. Can you imagine his running commentary and the public criticism he would offer afterward?”

“Oh, wow, I do see the problem. So no friends with benefits arrangement there.”

“I think very much not.”

“That leaves seven others if you had all of us to choose from. Still, why me?”

You spoke slowly deliberating the question, “So without assuming the sexual orientation of anyone...”

“Wise.”

“It always is, for any situation.”

He nodded.

“I mean, I am the voice of no experience here, but I can tell you my perception if it isn't too weird to be discussing with you the idea of having experimental sex with your members.”

“We are so far beyond weird with this conversation already so carry on.”

“Okay, starting with looks. Every one of you is gorgeous, truly.”

“As good as Kim Young Chul in your eyes if I recall correctly.”

“Yes. I stand by that comment,” you announced, proud of your fondness for the comedian host on Knowing Bros. “Anyway, you have all had various hairstyles and makeup looks that enthrall me. I don't feel lust but with my romantic orientation toward men I can appreciate when someone is good to look at. Beyond that a body is not of interest to me, dimensions and physique make little difference for a hug or cuddle. Actually, no. I have a preference for roundness so for you guys I'm far more drawn to the dramatic stage outfits the group wears. Clothes are fun.”

Yunho seemed as engaged in the conversation as if he were a fanfiction character there to say just the right thing as directed by the writer. “I am intrigued by all of this, so much about asexuality is new to me. Thank you for being so open.”

“You are welcome. Keep in mind this is just my version though, every ace is different.”

“Right.”

“Let's see, to choose among you for educational rather than romantic or physical gratification sex I'd be basing it on the following assessment. Hongjoong is right out, I can not see him having any energy at all for non-ATEEZ purposes with the long hours he keeps.”

“True, he's asleep anywhere, anytime given the chance.”

“Yeah, I'd be sleeping with him only in the napping sense. Another easy one to cross off is Seonghwa. That tongue thing he does, just like San's winks, that over the top kind of flirting fan-service is so off putting rather than appealing to my tastes. Again an ace thing I'm sure. It is just too much to me and Wooyoung falls into a similar category of being too intense when in that mode. His packaged as sexy image makes me think a taste of intercourse to learn what it is like with him would be so far beyond my level. Like there I'd be asking for training wheels and he's teaching a course on getting the spark back in your decade long relationship after you have tried every possible position and kink.”

“Hey, people pay me a lot for those classes,” Wooyoung unexpectedly yelled from the kitchen around a full mouth of chicken as both of you in the living room fell into a fit of giggles.

Yunho looked like he was really enjoying your commentary of his co-workers and housemates as you laughed together. “You have no idea how entertaining this is for me, do go on.”

“For all I know none of this is accurate and Wooyoung could be ace himself.”

“And you could be a nymphomaniac,” was gleefully contributed from the kitchen.

All three of you laughed. “So that’s a no then. I'm just going with my perceptions and not asking you to verify any of this even if you do have knowledge.”

“I appreciate that. This is a good time to ask though if you require me to be discreet about this conversation. Wooyoung might not be.”

“Lemme think. Nah, I'd amiably be able to tell them the same thing to their faces if asked. Not that I think the subject would ever come up but you are free to reveal all.”

“Thank you, you never know.”

“Well, I've done Yeosang, Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Wooyoung. Okay, San next.”

There was a chicken stuffed chortle from the kitchen at this phrasing.

Yunho clutched his chest in mock surprise. “You make it sound like you are sleeping your way through the members. Technically this is a list of who you are not doing.”

“Yes,” you snorted. “So, San is another one of you that really gets a super sexed-up fanfic treatment. KQ is pushing that with his abs and the revealing clothes. Given the way my family's restaurant has promoted San in Juicy Cock attire I can't say we are any better. My personal read on him though is that it could all be bluster. Instead, he'd be someone great to cuddle with, and like him I have stuffed animals enough for that. Of course, I could be all wrong and he’s qualified to be the teaching assistant at Wooyoung’s nonexistent romance retreats. Either way, San’s not who I'd be asking to learn about sex. If I was to give sex a try. Which I am not at this point of my life, if ever.”

“I am clear on that. Mingi? You have always seemed fond of him.”

Your face relaxed thinking of Mingi. “I feel too protective of him. Without truly knowing him closely, and even you might not be able to say this for sure yourself, my impression is that I should not dare play with his heart over one-off, intended to be meaningless sex. However, if I was interested in a romantic relationship with plenty of hugs, cuddles, and open to trying more I think we could be well matched. Actually, romantically I think could find compatibilities with any of you, but it is not to be.”

Yunho looked pained. “Do you think none of us would want you?”

“Oh no, I’m overconfident enough it does not occur to me that someone would not want me. I’m awesome.”

“You are,” he laughed. Yunho knew there was no greater proof that you had never tried dating than this. As teens in school, and even later as idols, every single member had plenty of experience being turned down. Added to that was the experience of audition rejections too. None of them came out unscathed by that process. He admired your ironclad self-esteem and hoped you would be able to retain it as long as possible in life.

Returning to the point, you continued to explain why you would not be looking for a partner with anyone from ATEEZ. “The disinterest is from my side. Even if a romance was hoped for, it is not an option. There’s an old adage, ‘Don’t fuck the talent.’ I don’t think it takes asexuality into account but I understand the point not to be workplace lovers in any form.”

“I don’t understand. As much as we consider you one of us, you’re a delivery person, not in our company.”

Your response was a noncommittal, “Hmm. Consider it for reasons of my own that you might come to know later on.”

“Okay.”

“Thank you for not pressing, Yunho.”

He nodded. “You will tell me when you are ready.”

You touched his shoulder appreciatively. “I will.”

“And Jongho then,” he asked, interested in your opinion.

“I think his stage outfits work on me the most, I like his more formal style for not screaming sex, though there are plenty of fans that see the suits as sexy. Personality wise he is attractive to me in many ways and I would feel safe trying something with him for the experience. He's strong but controlled so not intimidating, well, mostly. He is not snuggly so no risk of falling for him. For Jongho it really comes down to the age difference with me being closer to your age. Almost a year is too big a distance for my personal comfort when we are still so young. He projects maturity but perhaps a year or two on both of us and you'd have had stronger competition for this completely fictional sex.”

“But, me?”

“Well, first I have an admission to make, I hope you can forgive me.”

“You are drawing this out and making me concerned, what is it?”

“Okay,” you sighed. “Before I had ever made a delivery to your dorm, when my brother had been doing them for Juicy Cock because he was older, I was into reading fanfiction like I mentioned earlier talking about San’s image. Still actually am but-”

“Meandering again. What is it? It couldn't be that bad.”

“In the past, but not now, I have read fan written stories both tame romance and sexual ones with ATEEZ characters, the stage personas you play. Once I met Yeosang and then the rest of you I stopped looking at fanfic about your particular group because it felt inappropriate knowing I'd be seeing real life versions in person. I did not want to be disrespectful to the individuals you became to me.”

“I think that is considerate and how could I be mad at that? And by now you know we aren’t the roles we act for the cameras so it is not really us in the stories anyway.”

“Thanks for being understanding.”

“So, since you are still reading fanfic, what topics now?”

“Lots of BTS with the occasional read of Stray Kids or NCT if I already like the author for other stories. Suga as an assassin in an amazingly detailed sci-fi world, grocery store goofball antics Jungkook, some very sweet mutual crush or budding relationship J-Hope tales, it is all fun escapist stuff. People even write werewolf and animal crossbreed stories, like if the characters were Animal Crossing residents, you might like that.”*

“Surely not quite like Animal Crossing,” he emphasized. “You should talk to Wooyoung about fics, he might share his pen name for the Jimin stories he's been writing for years. There was also some Changbin fanfiction after they met in high school but he said he stopped writing once they got to meet again as idols and now friends, for the same reasons you quit reading about the fictional versions of us.”

Yet again someone in the kitchen piped up. “I’ll text you a link to my fic Tumblr!”

“I look forward to that,” you yelled back before turning again to Yunho. “Fessing up, I still do go back to a few favorite bookmarked stories from before I met you through my restaurant work, just completely innocent ones like the Christmas loving girl who fell for coffee shop Mingi who turns out to be the son of Santa Claus.”**

“I would totally read that,” Yunho enthused. “Even knowing him as long as I have that honestly is still completely plausible.” You laughed together easing the tension from your admission. “Dare I ask what the fanfic perception of me is?”

“This actually ties in to why I would pick you, the topic we galloped away from. From what I recall back then you and Mingi frequently appear together given your strong friendship and either share a girlfriend in common or are in a three way polyamorous relationship with her.”***

“I can picture that,” he acknowledged comfortably while nodding thoughtfully, “good for fanfic version us.”

“Nice. Send me those if you would,” Wooyoung requested as he passed by before disappearing into his room.

Gesturing to your phone you asked Yunho if he minded you doing that right away so you would not forget. He watched as you efficiently brought up two stories from masterlists of bookmarked writers then sent links in texts to Wooyoung.

“Then there were other depictions of you that lean more into sexual dynamics that my ace mind just tries to comprehend but can't fathom but the words hard dom appear frequently.”

“Hunh. I'll reserve comment on that.”

“Gladly. So anyway, while others draw strong, sexy, and in charge from the role KQ is marketing you as I pick up on something else- calm competence. Oh, and you are a joyful puppy type too in other stories. Happy, loyal, go-lucky. Thought you should hear that side as well.”

“Hmm. Yunho the stage personality has a large range. But back to you, still I wonder why if you had to pick among all of the men who make up ATEEZ, what makes you think I'd be the best one to try sex with?”

“You already heard my reasons why the others would not be my first choice. As for what I see before me, there is an earnest young man who is caring and tender. I remember the way you looked after me in the shower that first sleepover when my shoulder hurt. You set awkwardness aside and got in to help without hesitation. From that experience I also know we are comfortable around each other naked, or at least enough for an educational attempt.”

He smiled at the recollection. “I burst in on your shower then thought you were having sex with Yeosang, then San surprised us and had the same assumption. That day was something.”

“Yeah, I ended it in Mingi's arms, with San offering a cuddle, and woke to Seonghwa. A lot goes on here. Your dorm can be hectic but it is a lot of fun to visit. The number of good friends I have made here has added so much to my life.”

“I am glad we became close friends too,” he agreed while reaching for your hand companionably.

“Each of you play a valuable domestic role in the in the group. There's the official and dual unofficial leaders, the snarker, two jokers, and a ray of sunshine.”

“And me?”

“I see a team member quietly observing the others to see what you can give them. Comfortable in your own skin, you don't need to be flashy and seek attention. Being Yunho is enough. That self-assuredness is very attractive by the way. You must be able to get almost any partner you want. Watching up close like I have gotten to do I see you are the heart of this assembled family.”

“That's really kind of you to say even if I do not think I live up to all that.”

“It is true even if you don't know it, I know I'm right.” You grinned together then returned to the point. “So, while not expecting to have sex, you top my hastily assembled list of who I would turn to as a friend to test it out. Still, what actual sex is like rather than reading about it is not a question I feel the need to pursue, not even with you. I hope that is not too uncomplimentary to say.”

Yunho burst out laughing. “Are you kidding? That was the biggest ego boost ever from someone saying they did not want to have sex with me. I'm doing okay, truly. Thank you for all the praise.”

You nodded with a smile just as the remaining members arrived at the dorm. You rose from the couch and went in to the kitchen to sit and talk with them as they ate before the movie.

Wooyoung returned from his room and joined Yunho. “You know, it sounds a lot like she likes you.”

“But it sounds like she likes him even more.”

“I can’t tell if she knows it herself. But, yes, that’s what I am also noticing.” Wooyoung gave his friend a sympathetic look. “Well there’s always polyamory fanfic with Mingi where you get the girl too.” Before joining the others at the dinner table to chat Wooyoung tossed his phone over to Yunho with the browser open to yungidreamer’s masterlist on Tumblr. “Enjoy.”

On to Chapter Seven: They Were Roommates

For once we get no innuendo other than the series title but we do meet a new and important character. While you wait you can enjoy some stories from other writers I really like that were referenced above:

* Suga as an assassin in an amazingly detailed sci-fi world is Straight Shooter, grocery store goofball antics Jungkook is Heavy Lifting, both by snackhobi, some very sweet mutual crush are Cry To My Room by kithtaehyung and Flourish by btsarmy9593 (account since deleted). Budding relationship J-Hope is It’s You by jinpanman. Werewolf reference is ladyartemesia’s The Alpha and animal crossbreed stories are The Sanctuary Series of writersrealmbts and Dulce Periculum by forgottenpasta.

** The Christmas loving girl who fell for coffee shop Mingi is Santa Claus is Real and He’s In Love With You by mingkily.

*** Yunho and Mingi frequently appear together given your strong friendship and either share a girlfriend in common is 8th Grade by smileysuh or are in a three way polyamorous relationship with her references Seen and others in the series by yungidreamer.

I later wrote a sequel of sorts to this chapter called A Date With Wooyoung.

And if you missed or wanted to revisit the shower scene with Yunho that was back in Chapter Three: Very Moist.

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He Came Inside

Chapter Four of the Juicy Cock Saga, an ATEEZ fanic by AbsentCaryatid

Fluff and innuendo only, all talk and no action but still overwhelmingly NSFW, 1.2K words

You may wish to read the Prologue first: She Came on a Red Motorbike Previous Chapter: Very Moist

The app was stuck updating so Yeosang decided he might as well walk in to the restaurant rather than give up his favorite meal. The best fried chicken in his opinion came from Juicy Cock, an eat-in, takeout, and delivery place conveniently located on the way back from this morning's radio work.

Along the way he passed a bus stop ad luring him onward with the enticement, “Hungry for Juicy Cock? Our restaurant is only half a block away. Come alone or come with friends!” The double entendre should have been a warning reminder to him about the chicken restaurant’s tone but he was tired, hungry, and not thinking clearly. Evidently his companions remembered the antics of the cashiers there and had readily agreed to join him for the meal.

Seonghwa admitted, “I would not say no to a little Juicy Cock.”

“Or a large amount either, I'm ravenous,” Hongjoong added while devilishly smiling at Seonghwa.

Yeosang had earned a treat after singlehandedly helming the mic when the other two members scheduled for the 8 AM School Road broadcast had been significantly late. It had been a while since he had ordered in person so between that and still being frazzled from the stressful morning he strolled into Juicy Cock completely forgetting what he was in for despite passing a sign on the door leaning heavily into innuendo with “Yes You Can Come Inside! Dining room now open after renovation.”

In line the teammates could not help but hear the conversation ahead of them. They recognized the cashier as your brother who had formerly been their delivery person. This would probably be interesting. He was the employee most known for risqué greetings when answering the takeout phone line. The observers were not disappointed as he began with a blunt opener, “How much Juicy Cock can you take?”

The customer must have been a regular because he boldly went with, “Just fuck me up with Juicy Cock. How big does it get?”

Smiling at the customer’s challenge the man behind the counter went all in. “The largest we have looks like more than you can handle, party size. You look easier to fill up. Extra large single serve four piece with a drink and two sides?

“Hmm. How many breasts?”

“Two big ones and two dark meat choices.”

“No, my hands want more than two breasts, I’ll go for the eight piece family pack. Your legs and thighs look good, give me them too.”

While Seonghwa and Hongjoong were enjoying the show Yeosang distracted himself from the mortifying conversation ahead with a glance at some of the merchandise. “Juicy Cock Makes Your Mouth Happy” was a new offering on a shirt. Yeosang knew instantly that would not be something he would be purchasing for himself but would probably appear in the dorm on one of the other guys soon enough. Wooyoung had become quite the collector and it was rare for a week to go by without seeing him wearing an item or two from their favorite restaurant.

The back and forth at the register continued with each man giving as good as he got. Before the transaction was complete your brother would have a date for tonight with the man who left his name as Richard but winkingly announced he preferred to go by his nickname.

Already sure of his order, Yeosang returned to looking around as he waited. “Early Riser Juicy Cock Specials” were advertised on one board and he decided it was best just to cover his eyes until his turn. Having lost track of line movement he was soon startled by the cashier's rapid direction, “come, come, come,” while waving the idol forward with a hand gesture that was only half beckoning. The over curve of the fingers and more wrist motion than one would expect made it look a little like another gesture. Yeosang heard his friends snorting with laughter behind his back.

Stepping to the counter he was greeted cheerily, “I am ready to fill you with Juicy Cock. What would you like to order?” Wishing he could just sink into the floor and vanish, Yeosang decided he would rather wait to arrange takeout by the app from now on than try this humiliating process ever again, no matter how starving he was. He stumbled over his simple choice from the menu then stepped back.

Trading places to state his selection Hongjoong received the greeting “We put Juicy Cock in your mouth. How can I serve you?” which had him doubled over in laughter for a moment so Seonghwa ended up ordering next.

As he tried to pull himself together with serious thoughts Hongjoong focused on being very thankful for the way Yeosang had covered the others' mistake of oversleeping. With the program already on the air he'd done his best to muddle along by himself until their arrival so in gratitude the two teammates covered Yeosang’s portion of the lunch bill.

Once served and seated Seonghwa mused it was also an entertainment cost as they watched their more innocent companion wither sitting under a poster announcing “Wake up thinking about Juicy Cock? We now have breakfast sandwiches!”

The final ordeal of the meal came when the owner of the restaurant recognized the boys. She came over excitedly saying how much she enjoyed seeing some of her “grandchildren.” Seonghwa, Hongjoong and even Yeosang smiled at the truly felt endearment. There really was an air of familial pride in the way she bragged to the other customers how proud she was of their recent award wins and pointed them out on the growing collection of posters on the wall. “I always feel blessed when you choose to eat in the dining room. Let me thank you, we just got in some new tie-ins.” Reaching into her apron pocket she counted out three bumper stickers that brazenly declared “Get stuffed with Juicy Cock!”

The gifts were accepted with thanks, some more eagerly than others. Hongjoong's would be headed to his studio or bedroom wall. Seonghwa was thinking the dorm fridge looked a little bare and Yeosang figured he could tactfully abandon the shocking sticker somewhere in the living room for raunchier souls like Wooyoung or San to claim. Fearing the interaction would close with a pat on their heads, the group was relieved when their delivery girl's grandmother had to hastily say goodbye to take care of some chaos breaking out in the kitchen.

“Such handsome children, they are growing up so well!” was overheard as she rushed off. Living some distance from their own families it felt good to have a doting honorary grandmother locally. If she thought they were good looking it was an opinion they could rely on and not just ingratiating praise or the biased reassurances of a friend. Seonghwa was particularly moved. Maybe sometimes this kind of attention, very different from fan-type adoration, was worth putting up with the embarrassing theme for, thought Yeosang. Or maybe not he reconsidered as he hid the bumper sticker in his pocket.

On to Chapter Five: I Love Your Legs, I Love Your Breasts Hmm. Look forward to the word impregnated, I guess. Also the Juicy Cock merchandise line expands to sex toys and we get the phrase “Nobody wants sex with fried chicken.”

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Filled With Pride

Epilogue to the Juicy Cock Saga, an ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Fluff and innuendo only, all talk and no action but still quite NSFW, 3.7K words, Agender reader using she/her pronouns.

You may wish to read the Prologue first: She Came On A Red Motorbike

Previous Chapter: Everything But Juicy Cock

San Francisco, the final stop of yet another fully sold out ATEEZ World Tour. However, the Saturday night concert was not their last day of obligations before returning to South Korea. This year ATEEZ would be participating in the San Francisco Pride Parade. As the newly installed Vice President of KQ Entertainment, the float had been your idea to showcase both the group your company managed and advertise the first international location of your grandmother’s chicken restaurant, Juicy Cock.

Professional as always, the members looked refreshed despite the late hour from the previous night’s concert. Each member was wearing a solid color shirt with their name then “Loves Juicy Cock” in large print. Together they made a rainbow of shades to go along with Hongjoong’s in brown and Yeosang’s black thereby completing the set of colored stripes from the racially inclusive Philadelphia Pride Flag. Knowing he was more easily embarrassed by innuendo, originally Yeosang had been offered the job of wearing the chicken suit instead of the suggestive shirt.

San had adoringly quipped, “that would make you the Juicy Cock we all love.”

Surprisingly feeling more comfortable with suggestive wording these days, Yeosang decided he would wear the shirt to match his teammates and chose black for the pride flag color to be printed with “Yeosang Loves Juicy Cock!” This opened up the opportunity for one of the managers to wear the chicken costume. You knew she had a long-term partner from your chicken delivery days to the couple’s home but was not able to be out as a lesbian in Korea. With this opportunity she was thrilled to have the chance to be cheered on riding a pride float in San Francisco, even if it was in a chicken suit. You made sure to take plenty of pictures for their kids and a video with tender words for her spouse in all but name.

Homemade pride patches covered the arms and backs of the shirts the members were wearing. In an ATINY led fan activity once the parade participation had been announced LGBTQIA+ ATEEZ fans from all over the globe had sewn pride patches that matched their identities and sent the artwork to KQ Entertainment headquarters. Sorting through the pieces each man chose a few that were particularly meaningful to themselves for whatever reason to give prominent placement on their shoulders.

For his parade shirt Mingi had lovingly picked out asexual, agender, and neurodiversity genderqueer flags with you in mind and Yeosang was also thinking of someone specific to honor with the bisexual and Philly Pride patches he chose. Some other members were able to find flags that matched an identity of their own and could wear them seemingly as support for fans without having to out themselves. Their teammates knew the full meaning though and it warmed their hearts to see their friends getting to wear pride insignia publicly for the first time.

Seamstresses at KQ temporarily attached the patches to the parade shirts and embroidered initials of the senders. This seemingly small thing was more powerful than any of you could have guessed. Photos of the completed shirts circulated online and patch senders gushed to see their artwork on an idol, especially those who were not out or had no access to Pride where they lived. For trans ATINY the opportunity came with the added bonus of their real initials accompanying the contribution, some seeing them in print for the first time. Those posts garnered the most supportive and teary comments from the other fans.

After the event the pride flags would be auctioned off to benefit charities working with young people in each of the communities represented by the art. Quite a lot of money was raised, especially when other Korean and a few international idols spent a bundle to win specific patches. It looked like being an ally to their fans but for some it really was personally meaningful and even a few bid out of interest in the member who had worn it. The accompanying publicity stunt of ATEEZ delivering those VIP auction win flags to fellow idols male, female, and nonbinary led to no small number of long-term relationships and hook-ups afterward.

For now the parade was in full swing and you loved seeing the crowd react to the Juicy Cock float. Wearing an ace and agender shirt you felt proud to be up there with your friends waving to the crowd. Slowly making their way down the street, ATEEZ cycled through some topical songs of theirs, “Celebrate” was one of them along with “Better,” “Time of Love,” and “Desire.” “The Real” seemed to get the biggest reaction along the route, it really matched the joyful party atmosphere of the day. Hongjoong had originally wondered if the songs should be sung in translation for the largely English speaking audience, many of them new to the group, but the idea had been quickly shot down by the others. It was agreed that Pride was about being true to yourself, nobody should have to hide parts of who they are to be accepted.

Once they reached the end of the line for the floats there was one final work task to do before a well-earned week in Yosemite National Park beginning tomorrow. Winning a lot of hearts, ATEEZ was a hit in their special appearance for the grand opening of the Juicy Cock location in the heart of San Francisco’s Castro district. After dancing to “Say My Name” and “Still Here” the mini-concert ended with some individual encores. Jongho crooned a lovely rendition of “I Left My Heart in San Francisco” while Wooyoung with Seonghwa and San contributed the Chuck Berry classic “My Ding-A-Ling” which was even more popular and got the patrons to put down their chicken and sing along.

As you listened to the performances of your friends you looked around the newly built restaurant. It warmed your heart to see the posters at this location laid off the innuendo completely, well other than the name, and had the simple message “Juicy Cock is for everyone” in pride flag colors which sent a subtle enough message it could be used as bus stop ads back home as well. It also fit the new direction of the business. The Korean-American landlords, a newlywed gay couple with several young children, had been hoping to rent to a family-friendly business and had been thrilled to support a Korean company. It was a perfect time to roll out a toned down version of the chicken shop with a name that would still appeal to the neighborhood.

Beside you Hongjoong, Yeosang, and Yunho were charming the winner of the restaurant’s social media contest that sought the number one fan of Juicy Cock. Her name was Annie and she had earned an all-expenses-paid trip to the San Francisco opening. Fresh off the stage, Seonghwa joined them and you watched his eyes linger appreciatively yet respectfully over the stunning Black woman with the most beautiful curly hair he had ever seen. San joined the group as well with a kiss to Annie’s hand in greeting.

The men decided to pose for pictures and you watched Hongjoong’s face light up as he had to look slightly upward to meet her gaze while standing. You used Annie’s phone for some of the photos and before it could be returned Hongjoong was shyly adding his number to the contacts with a hopeful look. With her permission, one of the photos from your own phone was added to the Juicy Cock Instagram. It showcased her bisexual pride shirt and all eight teammates gathered around with Mingi and San closest, San’s arm around her waist quite comfortably for both of them.

Once again seated you noticed Hongjoong admiring Annie’s piercings on her face and ears. He soon offered one piece of jewelry from his own ear as a memento of meeting and she accepted with a smile and a mutually lingering touch. While the other members got up to mingle, Seonghwa and Hongjoong remained at her side and before long there was an agreement for all three of them to meet up later tonight to go dancing.

You gazed across the table lovingly at your partner. Things had been going great with Mingi for several years now. As an idol so many people in the world were calling his name but all he wanted to hear was the way you quietly said it throughout the day, frequently preceded by “I love you.” The whole time you had been together there had been negotiation about what your relationship would look like both for you being asexual and him with an intense work schedule that could often leave you alone for weeks. As time went on you had realized you only needed what might be considered 3/4 of a relationship time wise which worked out well with his frequent travel. You liked the solitude of time to yourself and also benefited from the tender reunions afterward.

Over your courtship he had continued the tradition of surprising you with references to your favorite Mingi fanfic stories. The greatest of these inspired gifts occurred the hectic week before the world tour. He had taken you to the roof of KQ Entertainment where he had previously placed a large plastic container you recognized from Yeosang’s rooftop bubble experiments for an Omniscient View segment. It was filled with loose dirt to mimic a garden. Surrounding it were several newly installed potted plants to recreate the setting of a favorite story you had read to him many times and read to yourself infinitely more. Handing you a small hand rake he encouraged you to dig for the metal box he had buried in the soil.

When you realized exactly which tale you were reenacting together your eyes teared up. Looking at him for confirmation Mingi nodded and encouraged you to continue. Just as in the story Always There, the box contained a handwritten note confessing the dream “I want to marry you when we’re big.” Differing slightly from the fic there was also a check in an envelope marked “savings for our first home together” and it was valued at far more than the boy in the story had been able to save up.

He looked at you and grinned as you threw yourself into his arms. Fully understanding you and your tastes he would not have proposed, for that is what this was, without knowing your answer with certainty. For some time the two of you had been talking about being married one day like it was already a foregone conclusion.

“I did not buy a ring yet, I don’t know if you would even want one or something else.”

“I have no idea. For now shall we consider these our engagement plants?”

Mingi laughed in agreement. “I will pay someone to make sure they survive while we are touring, I want them to have long lives reminding us of today.”

“As if I would ever forget this delightfully personalized proposal.” You snuggled deeper into his chest. “Thank you Mingi. This was very unconventional but very much us.”

He pulled out his phone and with his long arm captured a well framed picture of you both with the precious note, plants, and other elements. The Seoul skyline in the background completed the scene. Later KQ would release the photo on social media with the caption “She said yes!” but today was for the two of you to celebrate with each other, and tomorrow the rest of ATEEZ in a group dinner they would host.

The photo taken that day on the rooftop was now your phone’s lockscreen which flashed on as a call from Betty came through. With great pretense of disappointment she bowed out of hosting you for the night at her Oakland home. You had originally planned to stay at Betty’s place but as the weeks went on it became clear she and Yeosang were likely to have other plans. Very happily you agreed to stay over another time.

While your phone was out you checked the latest text from Taeil. You had asked him to look in on Gran from time to time and he had been doing more than you anticipated. Sending you a link to Zico’s latest Instagram post, you learned she had been hanging out with those two on subsequent trips to the tattoo parlor.

At your side, Mingi looked at the photos and together you saw grandmother had several new tattoos displayed proudly in her photos with Zico and Taeil. You easily recognized KQ and ATEEZ logos, and there was also a Block B bee. She also had one showing her shirt opened lower than usual to reveal the name of her girlfriend for over a decade inscribed above her heart. The number of messages from BBC cheering her on was heartwarming and you would be sure to show her the post on your return to Korea.

Before he left with the other guys Mingi reminded you to leave a good morning voice memo for your young niece to wake up to. Her house was busy these days, your brother-in-law Richard was pregnant again and you were thrilled for the men. They made great dads. Soon your family would have yet another member to one day work at Gran’s restaurant if they wished, KQ, or wherever their heart led them.

The last of the group to leave, Yeosang came by, leaned over you, and gave your shoulders a light squeeze. “Thank you for introducing us to Betty that night of her birthday.”

You smiled up at him while he enjoyed the photos of your grandmother. “I was due to sleep at her place but let me take your hotel key card instead, your roommate Mingi certainly won’t mind sharing with me. If you do come back to the hotel after all I'll go to her house.”

He handed you his key and apologized for kicking you out.

“Mingi and I were apart within the same country until he came back to duty at KQ. Even that distance was hard enough to bear. You and Betty are often an ocean apart and should take every moment you can to be together. Have a good night, Yeosang.”

“And you and your fiancé as well,” he said patting your back before walking out of the restaurant to begin his commute to Betty’s neighborhood across the bay.

“You shot your load too early, we hadn't even started yet.”

“Ground rules, avoid getting it in somebody's eyes.” That sounded like San.

“Yeah, you do not want to get that in your eye,” agreed Wooyoung, “It happened to me once with you and it stung.”

There was a knock at your door. You opened it to reveal Jongho. “I thought I heard you getting back. Follow me.”

You peeked into the room next door not knowing what you would see. “Is this a bad time?”

“Do come join us. We could use you,” Hongjoong smirked.

“I am up for this,” you announced to the seven men present and they cheered your approval. “How is this going to work? Everybody at once or one at a time?”

They had already planned it out in advance and your answer came in the form of Yunho calling out with a groan, “I can’t hold off any longer!” and so it began.

Meanwhile over in Oakland Yeosang had just arrived outside Betty’s house. Tomorrow they had plans see her family at their restaurant for lunch but the morning would be spent touring Rosie the Riveter National Historical Park where her namesake aunt still was lecturing once a week. To shake Aunt Betty’s hand would be to touch the past. Betty had explained to Yeosang the awe and weight of American history visitors felt when Aunt Betty would tell her tour participants about her long life. He looked forward to being introduced to the people he hoped one day would become his family too.

That emotional experience would be tomorrow though and he took a moment to return his mind to the present. Tonight they would have to themselves after a long time apart, something he hoped to change soon as he had been looking for an apartment in Seoul they could share as her work in Korea became more frequent. He knew she would not give up her life and nearness to family in California nor would he ever ask her to. For one thing, Aunt Betty needed her around and when you are 99 years old you get what you want.

Still, his Betty had been hoping to make her trips to Korea, the homeland of half her heritage, far lengthier to spend as much time as possible with the man she loved while she worked connecting Black and Korean musicians with each other. He was beyond thrilled to help her do so from a home they shared.

Eagerly he knocked at the door.

The upstairs window above the entryway was open to the summer air and he heard her voice calling out to the entryway below. “Who is it?”

Heart bursting and ecstatic to say the words in person he answered, “Yeosang, your true love, is here.”

THE END

I think that is it folks, my stories on this theme have probably come to a close for now. (Edited to add: check the JC Saga masterlist for plenty more stories added later on.) I have spun it out far longer than ever expected, especially being the first fanfiction I have ever written. Thank you for reading along, especially the commenters and rebloggers, and I hope you find joy in other tales I may have to tell one day.

My gratitude also goes out to the real people that portray the ATEEZ personas I have played with like paper dolls in telling this story and the many staff members who contribute to making those stage characters come to life in the real world. As much as I have pretended we were getting a look at the people behind the stage names this is a work of fiction and their true lives remain unknown which is as it should be. Everyone, idol or not, deserves privacy.

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