Jihyo Imagines (gxg)

mommy (requested)

You felt Jihyo's fingers wrap around yours as you let out a blissful sigh, finding that her lips on your skin felt too wonderful to hold back the sounds falling from your lips; the ones she absolutely adores.

You and Jihyo are curled up on the sofa together.

Or, at least, you were.

You both got home early in the evening and decided that there was no better way to spend the time off than cuddling and watching something on Netflix.

But the movie you chose got boring and you, at first, just shared a few sweet kisses, only for that to turn into a makeout full of romantic yet feverish kisses.

And now, you're on your back on the sofa with Jihyo lying on top of you, so close that you could feel each other's heartbeats.

You had your arms looped around her neck as she gave you the most heavenly kisses and the rush that each one brought you was inexpressibly divine.

Her other hand that wasn't holding yours was traveling across your body, brushing across your soft skin.

"You don't even know how perfect you are," she spoke against your neck.

You couldn't help but smile as your heart pounded against your chest, feeling as though your head was in the clouds and your just might burst from your chest as she left love bites across your skin; from your jaw to your neck, to your collarbones, and to your chest.

But she caught you off guard by pulling away from your chest to suddenly kiss your sweet spot, her teeth instantly brushing across your skin, and the utter and sudden bliss you felt had you saying something you've never said before.

"Oh, mommy!"

Jihyo pulled away from your skin, her jaw practically on the floor as it sank in for both of you that you'd just called her mommy.

"Say something." You spoke nervously. "Did you like that?"

She stared into your eyes and brushed a lock of hair behind your ear before pushing her lips onto yours.

"No." She said as she continued to kiss you. "I loved it."

The kisses became deep yet again and you laced your fingers in her short dark hair, tugging at the strands.

"Call me mommy again?" She practically begged as she looked into your eyes, pulling away from the kiss as you smirked at her.

"Mommy,"

Her eyes rolled back and she gently placed her hands on your cheeks, passionately kissing you yet again.

"That's hot," she mumbled.

"You're hotter, mommy,"

She smiled a little into the kiss before she held you tighter.

"Call me that more often. Any time that you want." She said as she brushed her fingers across your cheeks.

"Okay, mommy,"

She couldn't help but sigh softly against your lips, hoping that new name for her would start falling from your lips much more often.