KISS ME THRU THE 📞 ──── 박성훈
💋 blowing 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 on the phone to climbing your 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬.
›› pairing boyf! sunghoon x reader warnings phonecall (sfw) , flirting , skinship , kisses mention , groping , both are giggleshitters wc 0.7k 愛 MLIST
──── 12:38 am. a whine resonates through the phone speaker on sunghoon's end as you lay on your stomach. "but i miss you sunghoon."
sunghoon bites back the giggle bubbling up his system and miserably fails. giddy chuckles slipping off his tongue.
it's a new relationship, and everything is just so tooth rotting sweet and exciting to you and sunghoon, you both just have to giggle about anything and blush about everything.
"i miss you too." he mumbles back. sweet voice carrying a slight rasp to it. "miss kissing you already."
"hoon!" you laugh, feet dangling like a little girl. "i miss your lips too... i wanna do it again."
"you wanna kiss me?" he reverts back.
your cheeks immediately redden as you bury your head into the pillow. "yes."
"baby." he whines, sucking in a breath. "wait, now i need to kiss you bad."
you lift your head up, staring at his display name on the screen. your eyes crinkle sparkling as you pucker your lips, kissing into the air. the audible 'muah' going straight to the mic.
kiss sent through the phone.
you hear him groan distantly. there's light shuffling and his voice is back. "y/n, is your dad home?"
you furrrow your brows, confused, "yeah, it's the weekend."
"shoot okay."
"hoon?" you ask suspiciously. there's more shuffling and ruffling on his end.
"give me a few minutes."
before you could form your next sentence, the call is cut. you frown, staring at the blank device in confusion.
──── 1:21 am.
you flinch when you hear the distant knock, novel falling out of your grip.
that wasn't your door. knock. knock. it's from behind you.
you immediately whip your head towards the window, the source of the sound, jumping off your seat.
your brows immediately jump and eyes widen to buttons when you spot him. your boyfriend hanging off his biceps from your window railing. his struggling eyes light up when he see's you.
a gasp escalates off your lips as you fumble with the lock, pushing the glass window open.
sunghoon, with what so ever strength remaining, pulls himself up, biceps and forearm flexing at the effort. and with a jump and a swing of his legs, he's in your room on his feet.
you immediately move away to lock you bedroom door, "hoon! oh my god, you could've gotten hurt."
with a turn, you're walking back to him. finger poking his chest as you continue. "what if you fell, hell, how and when did you get here? and what if dad comes? and how did you climb up-"
his palm sneaks around your middle, skillfully gliding against your waist as it moves lower to grip your hips.
his fingers tighten on your hips, dragging you a step closer until your chest bumps his. close enough for you to feel the cold night air clinging to his hoodie, the smell of his cologne and his heart pressed against yours.
your breath hitches, eyes locked to his hungry ones which stare you down so slowly, you feel your legs go jelly within seconds. "hoon, i'm being serious."
his devilish hand cups your ass and you let out a loud gasp. the hand from your behind moves towards the back of your thighs as he lifts you. like reflex, you lock your legs around his waist. now getting a closer look at his face. his brow quirked up, mirroring the small smirk on his mouth. "baby," his breath hits your nose. "for someone who wanted to kiss so bad, you sure talk alot."
"maybe because you were hanging off my window like some neighborhood burglar!" you whisper shout.
he laughs quietly, forehead dropping against yours. his laugh boyish. It makes your heart melt in the stupidest ways possible.
his thumb rubs slow circles on your thighs. “well, you said you wanted to kiss me. had to give my baby what she wants, hm?"
your stomach flips. his touch still slightly foreign to you, sending shockwaves up your body whenever he touched you. “you scared me though.” you mumble.
sunghoon’s features soften instantly. “sorry.” his nose bumps against yours lightly. “couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
you take note of the beautiful constellation of moles on his face. “you came all this way just for a kiss?”
his fingers grip your legs tighter, pulling you further into him if that were possible.
"maybe a few more kisses."
his eyes drop to your lips, half lidded.
"do that thing you did on the phone," he taps his lip with his finger, needy gaze cutting back to you. "right here this time."