Ateez One Shots

You Owe Me

Wooyoung was annoyed. He sat on the couch, alone, staring at the wall. His lips pouted, and his eyebrows furrowed. A full arm cast on his right arm and a smaller cast on his left hand and wrist was not how he wanted to spend the summer.

He'd been in the casts two weeks so far. Only 10 more to go; and time seemed to be dragging. Wooyoung managed to get his laptop out and opened it only to remember he'd been watching porn last time he used it.

He groaned in frustration as the video automatically started and he became hard. It's like his erection was made of steel. But that's what happens when you can't release for a while, and it had been two weeks for Wooyoung and counting. He hadn't tried to jack off since getting the casts put on, but he knew he was beyond horny.

Watching the girl in the video get rammed from behind had Wooyoung hooking a thumb in his waistband to let his throbbing cock out. He struggled for a minute but managed to get his pants pushed down around his thighs.

"Shit," Wooyoung groaned angrily. He couldn't form a fist tight enough with either hand to stimulate himself. Rubbing his shaft and cock head with his fingertips didn't do anything for him, and rubbing against the abrasive material of the casts only caused pain and irritation.

Wooyoung resorted to a pillow. He placed one on the couch and positioned himself as best as he could so his hips could push against it. The girl in the video was moaning loudly and Wooyoung started humping the pillow. There was pleasure in the act, but he knew it wouldn't be enough to finish him off. Still, the momentary relief kept him humping for a couple of minutes.

Wooyoung stood, knocked the pillow to the floor, and kicked it away. He closed his laptop, but the video continued playing and the woman kept moaning as she got dicked down. Then there were three harsh knocks at Wooyoung's door. He turned on the direction, his cock still pointing to the ceiling.

"Uh, hang on," he said, trying to pull his pants back up.

"It's me! Let me in!"

"Just a..." Wooyoung could hear San using his key to let himself in. He frantically tugged at his pants and just managed to get them up over his ass when San flung the door open.

"Sorry to interrupt," San laughed.

"I told you to wait," Wooyoung complained. He was still trying to pull the front of his pants up. Muffled, erotic moans from the laptop filled the silence.

"Can you even... with the casts?" San looked at his friend with a question in his eyes.

"No. Turns out I can't," Wooyoung muttered, annoyed. "Can't jack off in these damn things."

"That's rough." San chuckled and Wooyoung glared at him. "I brought you food..." San went to place the bag he was holding on Wooyoung's kitchen table.

Wooyoung came to look at the food San was taking out of the bag. He stepped too close and his boner brushed against San.

"You've got to do something about that," San said, stepping away from the obtrusive cock. "Fucking hump a pillow or something."

"I tried," Wooyoung confessed. He was trying to grab his pants again without much success. "It's been two weeks. I'll bust in my sleep before I make it 10 mote weeks."

San went over to the couch and reopened Wooyoung's laptop. He turned up the volume, the sounds of sex growing louder.

"Just come here and watch this then," San said. He looked at the puzzled look on Wooyoung's face. "I'll watch it too. Fucking sit down and watch it."

Wooyoung groaned internally but took a seat on the couch. San helped lower his pants again before pulling his own down and sitting next to Wooyoung.

"What are you..."

"Just shut up and let me fix this, will you?" San said.

Wooyoung glanced at San's neatly trimmed pubes and soft dick. It began to stiffen into a curve as San started watching the porn video.

Wooyoung's eyes went back back to the screen where some girl with massive tits was being spit roasted by two men. He felt his cock twitch and then he jumped as San's hand wrapped around him.

He looked down at his friend's hand on his dick. San began to tug slowly and lightly. Wooyoung grunted once.

"Please... try to limit your sounds," San requested.

He was stroking himself and Wooyoung at the same time. Wooyoung was embarrassed by his bushy pubes but got over it and focused on the pleasure coming from San's warm hand. San was attentive and even rubbed Wooyoung's cock head and then went back to a rhythmic stroking.

Wooyoung bucked his hips and San froze.

"Sorry," Wooyoung said. He laughed airly and lowered his hips back to the couch. Once he was still, San went back to stroking but at a slightly quicker pace. Heat coursed through Wooyoung's abdomen and down through his groin, his cock throbbing in San's loose grip.

Wooyoung glanced at San and saw his balls were really tight. They were both close. Wooyoung did his best to pull his shirt up so San could finish him off and he could release on his lower stomach without staining any clothing.

San was panting and sweat beaded on his forehead. "How long til you're done," San said.

Looking from the porn to San, Wooyoung felt himself reach the point of no return. "I'm gonna cum," Wooyoung panted.

San tilted Wooyoung's dick to point at his lower abs and shot a hot, thick load all over himself. He chewed on his lower lip, fighting to keep quiet for San's sake. Wooyoung's jizz spurted out in thick white ropes. Before his orgasm had entirely ended, he heard San's breath hitch and looked to see his friend shooting his load on his own stomach, too.

San stopped tugging on both their dicks and they sat there quietly in their mess for a moment. Then San got up and shut off the porn.

San grabbed a roll of paper towels from the kitchen counter and tossed it to Wooyoung. He made his way toward the bathroom to clean himself up, but turned back before disappearing down the short hallway and stared Wooyoung in the eye.

"You fucking owe me, Wooyoung."