POISON | Boy Group Smut

jiyong/soohyuk

The life of the fabulously wealthy was boring, Jiyong knew that far too well by now. There wasn't a famous woman who he hadn't made his rounds with, and they all ended in a mess.

His personal life was fiercely public, being the scatterbrained eccentric CEO of a billion dollar company made him the center of media focus.

And he used that, too, the attention seeking models he sought after were no coincidence. The more that he got portrayed as a lady's man, a player, a cheat, the less likely they were to notice his sexual fluidity.

He was attracted to women, but not in the way that news outlets had perceived. In fact, his interest wasn't limited to women.

He liked sex, and liked people who could give it to him. Most of his male relationships were one night stands, casual flings, not like his line of ex girlfriends.

But there was one person he was consistently confused by. He was just a friend, really, but when they fucked, they were far more.

Soohyuk had a certain quality, as an artist. It's what made his paintings so unique, Jiyong owned quite a few of them.

They would fuck, they would fight, they would ghost each other for months. But they'd always go back to each other, their physical chemistry was too electric.

They had a particularly gnarly fight last year, and Soohyuk hadn't talked to him since.

Most of their fights revolved around Jiyong's noncommittal attitude, Soohyuk wanted to make things official, the idea scared a rather promiscuous Jiyong.

Since most of his public relationships were to distract from the times that he'd been fooling around with Soohyuk, he could've made a commitment by now without anyone knowing, but he just didn't.

Now, he could've had Soohyuk in his bed, a strong, warm body next to him. But instead, he was limited to a phone call.

"Soohyuk, I can't fucking do this." He sighed, "Just use your imagination for a bit, it won't kill you." Soohyuk teased, knowing how greedy Jiyong could be.

"I- I'm wearing um..." though he stuttered, his voice was stable, didn't sound quite timid. "Just sweatpants, and a low cut shirt, it's kind of big on me."

"What about underwear?" He could almost hear him smirking against the phone, "F-Fuck..." His cock was throbbing already, from just simple words, pent up desires getting ready to display themselves.

"I'm not wearing any." Low voice sounded almost a whisper, "You want me bad don't you?" His face was flushed, he was a grown man but he was acting like a school girl.

"Beg for me." Since when did Soohyuk become so cruel? This was really his punishment, wasn't it. "Please..."

He felt pitiful, pleading for any sort of pleasure, eyes watering in desperation. "Not good enough, beg like you mean it." Fuck, he hated how much this turned him on.

"Please! Please come to my house and fuck me, I need your cock inside me so bad!" He said so loudly that it was humiliating, but that only made him filled by desire. "Really?"

"Yes – fucking really. Please just fuck me." He was really begging now, "You're such a slut, but since you begged I guess I owe you the pleasure of being my little flesh light."

"F-Fuck, thank you master." Unsure where that title randomly came from, Soohyuk couldn't say he didn't enjoy it. "I'll be over in 10."

10 minutes away, that sounded strange to Jiyong since Soohyuk did not live near him. Regardless, he was far too horny to ask questions.

He did his best to make himself seem semi put together, although in all honesty he'd lounged around all day. His hair was sticking up in directions, so he tried his best to tame it.