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"...You dare to call me for fun. I appreciate the courage." Jumin's voice said from your phone. You called him on a whim, fueled by a stroke of confidence. You hadn't known each other for too long, but he'd already expressed to you that you can contact him if you needed anything. Now is one of those times.
"I don't really care," he continued, "but I heard the caller is charged a high fee when I'm abroad."
Damn. The sound of his deep, nonchalant voice was turning you on. Or... it was turning you on more than you already were when you started the call. You stayed silent, but palmed yourself through your pants as he said something about Zen being upset about the calling fees.
"I mean, he rarely calls. I have no idea why he had to call then and go on about useless matters." Jumin paused, obviously expecting an answer from you.
"Ahh.." you sighed as you payed more attention to the growing wetness in your panties, "Oh... umm... so right now..?"
"You're right. If you are quite well off, you can continue this call. However, I heard that for most people their calls will automatically end after a certain point to prevent any scams. So I think you can feel safe." You swear you heard him sigh, which you felt in your pussy, but tried to pass it off as background noise on his end.
"Th-that's nothing." You stammered, voice cracking a little as you tried not to audibly gasp into the receiver. Your efforts weren't in vain as you suppressed the sound in the middle of your sentence, but the same couldn't be said for your sharp inhale as you slid the cold pad of your index finger over your clit.
"Shit.." you whispered.
"You're bolder than I thought." Jumin continued, nothing different about his tone. Hopefully, he hadn't heard you. Your confidence was slowly faltering but your growing arousal kept you on the phone with the businessman.
"But keep this in mind: I won't be responsible for your phone bill. I will only be responsible for your burning heart..."
You almost dropped the phone as the hand that was drawing circles on your clit flew to cover your mouth before your moan could be audible. You're not sure how successful you were.
"Oh. That was a line from a book titled 'Expert Playboy.' Perhaps we should end this call at this point for your sake. I've told Assistant K-"
"Wait, Jumin." You interrupted breathily, clearing your throats before you continued. "It's really fine, I can pay for it. Just... keep talking. Tell me about your day."
Even you are surprised at your request. You've never been a particularly daring person. Yet now that you've had one dangerous stroke of confidence, you're asking Jumin Han to keep talking, so you can masturbate to his voice without his knowledge.
"Why should I continue? So you can keep touching yourself?"
Fuck.
Never mind about him not knowing.
"Shit.. Mr. Han... I-"
"If you're going to use me to do something so indecent, at least call me Jumin."
Was this really happening? You barely questioned it as your hand snuck into your panties again.
"J-Jumin, I can explain."
"No need, I'm honestly a bit flattered. Are you touching yourself right now?"
"Y-" you coughed, "yes."
"What would you want me to do to make you come?" he asked, his voice dropping lower.
You could barely speak, all that you could say was a string of mewls and moans that barely counted as a sentence.
"You're already so far gone, sweetheart. Have you even started fingering yourself?"
Fuck, he said it so casually but he was right. You pushed a finger into your already soaking pussy and pumped it a few times before deciding you need another. You curled your two fingers inside yourself and the feeling was so intense your vision blurred.
"Hhaa.. J-Jumin..."
"Good girl, sweetheart." This time you were sure you heard a sigh from his end, which only made you moan louder.
"Mr. Han, what a-are you doing right now?"
"Naughty girl, since you called me so unexpectedly with such lewd thoughts, I have to deal with myself instead of only you." He growled into the phone, which was so close to your ear that the vibrations made you shiver.
"Jumin is there any way...." you paused, confidence all but gone, and too embarrassed to continue.
"Go-" he grunted, making you moan, "Go on, what were you going to say?"
"Jumin..." you put the phone on speaker and set it down next to you, so you could rub your clit and quicken the pace at which you were finger fucking yourself. "Jumin is there any way you could f-fuck me~ when... when you get back from- ahhhh~!!- your business trip?"
"Seeing as how you get turned on by my voice, I see more problems coming from not indulging your fantasies than with fucking you until you're satisfied."
His words were almost too much, you could feel the pressure building deep in your cunt.
"Jumin~! Han, sir, Mr. Jumin Han! May I p-please~...."
"Come? Do you want to come? You can come sweetheart, let me hear you."
Your muscles tensed and your toes curled as Jumin Han gave you permission to make yourself come. Your hips rocked against the fingers sliding noisily in and out of your cunt and you let loose all of the moans you'd been holding back.
"Holy... Fuck~! Jumin I'm... mmm~ I'm coming!" You called out his name as the pressure building inside you finally broke free and you rode yourself through your orgasm, barely able to understand the string of mumbled swears coming from your phone.
You lay breathless, panting as you come down from the high of your orgasm. Staring at the ceiling, you blink a couple times. What the actual fuck did you just do?!
"I, ahem, I trust you're satisfied?" You hear Jumin ask.
"For the time being. I got my money's worth." Of course, you're faking confidence now, you have no clue how much you're going to be charged for this comversation.
"Yes, consider the fee covered. Expect a call as soon as my plane lands, I will send you the address to my apartment."
You blushed, and began to protest against him paying for you, he didn't need to pay for your call when you only wanted to get off to his voice. However, you stopped when you processed what he said afterward. Fuck, he actually wanted you to come over?
"Y-yes, Jumin. I can't wait." You replied. You were so unbelievably overwhelmed with how much you wanted that. Wanted Jumin to touch you exactly how you touched yourself and more. Wanted to make him feel just as good as you feel right now.
"Now, as I was saying," He said as if neither of you just came to the sound of each other's voice, "I've told Assistant Kang to immediately take care of anything you need. However, if you need anything that only I can provide please call me instead. I'm going to drink that wine the oil prince was so proud about."
"Yes, sir."
"Then goodbye, sweetheart."
"Goodbye, Jumin."