PENTAGON BOYxBOY SMUT ONESHOTS

Adachi Yuto is a Hentai by SSKookieMonster

Yuto & Shinwon

Shinwon twirled the microphone in the air, the cord wrapping around his fingers and then uncurling as he twisted his wrist in the opposite direction. They were finishing up a photo shoot and the others had left the set to change and eat dinner, all except for Yuto. The microphone had been part of Wooseok's shoot and it was mostly for show, but it had been plugged into a large speaker at the back of the set. He continued swinging the object as he watched the Japanese man finish with his shoot and the photographers left the set, leaving the two men alone.

"Adachi~." He called in a singsong voice, waiting for the other man to turn around. He grinned when Yuto flinched at the sound, his tall figure turning and squinting at the other male.

"Why haven't you gone back?" He spat, his brows furrowed, knowing damn well that the tone of Shinwon's voice meant trouble.

"Nnn." He clicked his tongue, shaking his head and pouting at the other man. "That's not a very nice tone, A-da-chi~. I didn't want to leave you behind, so I was waiting for you." He nodded in punctuation, his lips still pressed together in a pout and he took a step towards the other male. "You know what would be a nice tone, though?" He raised a brow and his lips curled into a smirk as he flipped the microphone into the air and caught it in his left hand. He circled around Yuto, having crossed the space between them and he dipped his lips next to the others ear. "If you would moan into this microphone for me. What do you say, hentai Adachi?"

"I told you to stop calling me that." Yuto hissed in irritation, the nickname infuriating and he cursed under his breath in his native tongue. He twisted his body away from Shinwon and glared at him harshly, one hand extended to put a distance between them.

"But. I like that nickname." Shinwon was persistent, his feet taking him forward and he ducked around the arm that tried to block his way, one hand wrapping around Yuto's waist as he dangled the microphone in front of the foreigner's mouth. "Hen.tai. A.da.chi." He punctuated each syllable with a light brush of his lips against the younger male's ear and he snickered as he felt him tense up. "You should be good and listen to your hyung, Hen.tai-" He was cut off when Yuto twisted his body, slapping his hand away, his glaring eyes now centimeters from Shinwon's own face. He smirked at his handiwork, amused by the clear and present danger. He enjoyed messing with Yuto, it was somewhat of a guilty pleasure for him and he had always managed to scathe by without much harm being done.

"I told you. To fucking stop." Yuto's breath was hot against Shinwon's cheek, his anger now apparent. He snatched the microphone from Shinwon's hand, a loud screech coming from the speakers at the sudden movement. He cringed inwardly at the noise, his eyes not leaving the face of the smirking male before he turned to put the microphone back where it belonged.

Shinwon had clearly not had enough and he grabbed the cord, stopping Yuto in his tracks. He tugged on it as hard as he could, the others arm jerking backwards and he watched as Yuto tilted his head and cursed in Japanese again. He was, however, not expecting the younger male to spin on his heels and yank the cord in his direction, causing Shinwon to lunge forward and crash into his form. His eyes were dark and narrowed as Shinwon turned his own up, a crease running across Yuto's forehead.

"Oh, relax. It's just a joke, Adachi. But we all know you're a hentai deep down inside." He snickered and patted Yuto on the chest before turning to leave the room, his head shaking as he laughed to himself.

"I've had just about enough of your shit, Shinwon." His voice was thick with anger, one hand reaching out to grip Shinwon by the forearm and he pulled his body backwards, one foot twisting to kick the other's feet out from under him and he released his arm just in time to watch the elder crash to the mat on the floor. "You really don't know when to quit, do you?" He towered over the other male, his eyes trained on his form, his shirt riding up to expose a tan, muscled stomach, his hair disheveled from the impact of the fall. He crouched down next to him, gripping one wrist tightly in his hand and he began to wind the microphone cord around it. "If you want a hentai so bad, you'll get one." He snatched the wrist that was free and bound it to the other, tucking the microphone through the gap to secure the hands above Shinwon's head and he smirked down at the elder as he positioned it next to his face.