Yoonseok Smut Scenarios

When you can't sleep

Hoseok tosses and turns in his duvet, finding no matter what he tries that he just can't sleep. He'd tried it all, really – counting sheep in his head, listening to music, forcing himself to not think of anything and to just shut his eyes... But all and any attempts had been to no avail. The dorm room was too stuffy thanks to the heat of summer and the snores of the other boys in the room were painfully loud. He just couldn't sleep.

With a tired sigh, Hoseok pulls himself out of bed, deciding to stretch his legs and splash his face with cold water. Yeah, okay, that would probably just make him feel even more awake, but at least it would also cool him down slightly. He hoped. Dragging and shuffling his feet along the corridor, he looks up and finds, to his surprise, that there's light seeping through bathroom door. Someone else is up at this ungodly hour? He can't think who it might be, and in honesty, he really doesn't care.

Not until he gets closer, that is.

Yoongi was standing in the middle of the bathroom, too riled up in his thoughts to even back himself to the support of the wall. Hoseok's perfect hands were ghosting over his all too sensitive skin, his fingers skimming teasingly over every dip and bump, travelling down and down until – Yoongi's knees drop to the floor with a thud, the sensation dispersing his lewd thoughts. It was 3am; fucking three in the morning, and his mind was still in that stream it had been in all night. Said stream went a little something like JungHoseokJungHoseokJungHoseok. He couldn't stop his thought process – he'd tried – and fuck, the more he tried to stop it, the more he just wanted Hoseok, desired him. Of course, Yoongi found himself to be too much of a coward to admit this, so here he was, dealing with his 'problem' by himself. He spreads his legs out on the cold bathroom floor, hissing as he yanks his trousers and boxers to his ankles. Wrapping one hand around his throbbing cock, Yoongi's eyes flutter shut, his mind clouding over with those dirty images he loved so much once more. Gradually, the pace his hand is stroking at increases, and Yoongi is now fighting to keep himself quiet; imagining that it's not his fist that's tightened round his dick but Hoseok's.

Hoseok is now leaning on the wall next to the bathroom door, wishing whoever was in there would hurry up. He's cold and groggy. In fact, he's just about to give up and head back when a particular sound halts him completely.
"Mm – mnn. . . hah ~" Yoongi whimpers, his head tipping back and his eyes squeezing shut. He just couldn't hold himself totally back anymore.

Hoseok's face flushes and he gulps, now grasping what whoever's in there is up to. He tells himself that standing here is wrong, that he's prying and should get his ass back to bed now, but his curiosity gets the better of him and he's rooted to the spot. The more he listens in to those little noises, the more sure he is that it's Yoongi touching himself in there, and this thought alone is enough to have Hoseok's lips parting and his thighs pressing together. His hands paw at the wall as he struggles to keep himself firmly composed.

Yoongi's 'noises' only get louder and more needy as time goes on. With trembling thighs, he teases himself and flicks his wrist in all different ways, moans starting to pour from his mouth like water from a fountain. As far as Yoongi knows, everyone is asleep, so he allows his coherency to slip.
"Hhaah – fuck, yeah – o – oh –" Yoongi's moans hitch, unknowingly driving the audience of one outside the bathroom crazy.
"H – Hoseok – g – gah . . Nn – just fu – fuck me already . . ~"

Hoseok suddenly stands upright, as do all his hairs. 'Hoseok.' He'd heard it, he was sure he had. 'Just fuck me already.' Barely biting back a moan, something within Hoseok snaps. He's stumbling blindly forward, deciding fuck it I'm going to do this as he pushes open the bathroom door, tugging a flustered and bewildered Min Yoongi to his feet.

"Hyung, can I help you with something?" He smirks, lifting the older's chin up to face him. Yoongi gulps in response. He'd expected Hoseok to creeped out, and doesn't know whether to be relieved or fearful that he isn't.