The Call

You groaned and grabbed your phone, hoping it wasn’t who you thought it was.

You up? the text read, timestamped 1:14 AM. You groaned, set the phone back down—then came the call.

“Live Devil” started blaring just as you’d finally started drifting off.

You recognized the ringtone. With a sigh, you picked up.

“You’re up. Yay!!! Ice cream at your place?” she said.

“Seung, it’s—” you checked the time “—1:20 in the morning. Can this wait like twelve hours?”

“Nope. Now come over and bring that Beach Day pint you’ve got,” Seunghee demanded.

“Hey did you ever consider that I may be out of Beach Day?” you asked.

“Pfft. You, out of ice cream?” Seunghee challenged. You can practically hear the smirk over the phone, “You always keep a pint stashed for us. Besides, this’ll be three Saturdays in a row—so bring your ass over here.” She affirmed

You groaned knowing she was in fact right.

“Okay, Seung.” You gave in and hung up, then glared at the ceiling, already dreading how the rest of the night would go. You didn’t move until the “FAH!” of another text dragged you out of bed.

“I’m gonna fold her in half,” you grumble as you get dressed.

You headed to the freezer, grabbed the ice cream, and teleported straight to Seunghee’s front door.

You knocked and waited, turning over the choices that had led you here. You were a courier, hired across several companies for your punctuality and low rates. Seunghee was one of your clients turned friends—an young executive who’d taken a liking to you.

That liking turned into her spending her off-hours with you, and somewhere in that time she’d discovered your teleportation. She’d been a menace about it ever since, roping you into covering vacations, shopping runs, and business trips on the strength of your “talent.”

You wondered if you should’ve just let the call go to voicemail—but the second the door opened and she smiled at you, you knew you’d made the right choice.

“Hey,” she said, going for flirtatious. “Come here often?”

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself, and walked in, handing her the pint. Her penthouse greeted you the way it always did: full of art and statues you’d long since stopped being impressed by.

“Yes!” Seunghee said, snatching the pint and doing a little happy dance in place before flopping onto the couch.

She darted to the kitchen for two spoons, then raced back to sit beside you. Handing you one, she said, “Having a teleporter on speed dial really does have its perks.”

You nodded, too tired to argue, as she popped the lid and took the first spoonful.

“Where’s the cozy metal playlist?” she asked.

You gave her a look. “You told me, and I quote, ‘don’t ever play that dogshit in my penthouse.’”

She sighed. “Maybe I like it now. Maybe it reminds me of someone.”

You groaned theatrically. “You’re such a whiny brat.”

“Yeah, yeah. Now put on the playlist, and tell me about your day.” Seunghee asserted.

"So pushy today," you chide Seunghee, who's now alternating between bites of pizza and spoonfuls of ice cream like she's running some kind of dessert relay.

She pauses long enough to shoot you a look, bottom lip already jutting out. "I'm the youngest executive at Square Industries. I'm allowed to be a little pushy."

"To your employees, maybe. Not to me. I'm your friend," you challenge.

She just smiles, easy and unbothered. "Same difference."

You look at her, something mischievous creeping into your expression. "I'm gonna baby trap you. Get you nice and pregnant, force you to be nice to me for the kid's sake." It's meant as a tease—harmless, the same register as when she jokes about retiring you early and keeping you around as a trophy husband. The kind of thing you say because the absurdity is the point.

Seunghee doesn't take it that way.

She goes red, quiet for a beat too long, and you feel the first prick of oh no, did I actually cross a line before she finally speaks, mouth still half full.

"No balls."

You blink. Once. Twice. Your brain scrambles for a response and comes up empty for a solid three seconds. "I beg your lowest fucking pardon," you finally manage. "Are you seriously challenging me right now?"

That's when she sets her food down. Actually sets it down—on the coffee table, no less, which for Seunghee is basically a declaration of war. She turns to face you fully, and before you can process what that means, she's climbing into your lap, shifting and resettling like she's got all the time in the world, until she's parked directly over your crotch like she owns the deed to it.

The absurdity of it—the sheer scale of it—hits you like a freight train. Your eyes lock with hers.

"Yeah, I am," she says, voice low and far too steady for someone who was blushing thirty seconds ago. "You think you're so funny, flirting with me and then bailing every time we're actually about to kiss. So I think you're a pussy who's too scared of women to even touch one."

You search her face for a crack—hesitation, a flicker of second-guessing, anything that says she's bluffing. What you find instead is heat. Unshakable, deliberate, daring you to move first.

So you do the logical thing and kiss her. she moans, like deadass just moans into it before falling into it more. the two of you stay connected for like 4-5 minutes before the need to breathe overrides the brewed lust between the two of you.

when the need finally resurfaces and the two of you disconnect, Seunghee looks at you. her cheeks are red with blush, her eyes lidded with lust.

"bedroom now," she says emphatically. you nod but as you get up Seunghee looks at her food and rushes to put both the ice cream and the pizza away.

as she finishes, she says, "I am going to need to eat something after I devour you," you gulp a bit scared at what you have potentially incurred.

the two of you make it to the bedroom and Seunghee tears into you...literally. she grabs you and locks you in a heated kiss at first, then she rips your shirt open before also ripping your pants open as she pushes you to the bed. when she breaks the kiss you wince and say, "thankfully I didn't like this shirt,"

Seungehee is much to far gone and says, "I'll buy you a whole new wardrobe today, but for now Mommy's hungry,"

without any hesitation or preamble, she yanks your underwear down, revealing your already stiff cock. Seunghee stares at it for a moment, then glares up at you. "you have been hiding this beautiful cock from me all this time? FUCKING ASSHOLE," she growls before taking you into her mouth. At first you try to get her to take it slow until the pleasure hits. your warning dies on your lips as she wastes no time throating you.

deep glucks and gagging noises echo through the bedroom as she devours you. you get harder in her mouth as she does so causing Seunghee to smirk around you cock. you groan as she continues. her tongue is desperate, frenetic and racing around your shaft trying to see which spots give the most pleasure and which ones will undo you the quickest. she finds that when he head is tilted about a 24 degree angle to the right while she licks around you counterclockwise has you twitching and leaking more for her.

when she finds this angle, she's on you relentlessly, and you can't hold it in anymore and explode down her throat. Seunghee drinks you like a cold soda her eyes never breaking contact with yours. however when your done cumming she doesn't stop sucking.

she keeps sucking you off through the pain of overstimulation until you get hard again. when you are able to get it back up is when Seunghee finally stops.

Seunghee lifts herself up to face you with the most devious smile you have ever seen on her. she makes a show of finally taking everything off. first it's her blouse that she unbuttons slowly one by one. she smiles at you while she does. when it's off she moves on to her pants, which she makes a very slow and deliberate show of revealing her thicc mouthwatering thighs that you can't take your eyes off of.