Weekend Away | YJI
genre: smut, fluff
summary: your child walks in on you during sex
age: Jitae = 5 / Jihae = 2
warnings: nipple play, licking, spit play
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“Bye Mummy!” Jitae yelled.
You chuckled, you and Jeongin waving from the door, “bye bye! Have fun!”
“Bye Daddy!” Jitae yelled.
Jeongin chuckled, nodding as he waved, “bye, Tae! Be good for Nanny and Granpy!”
“Yeah!” Jitae called.
“Bye bye!” Jihae giggled, waving over Jitae’s lap, Jeongin’s mum chuckling as she looked at her two grandkids in the back before slowly shutting the car door.
“Have fun, you two,” Jeongin’s dad spoke.
“Yes! Just relax! The kids will be fine with us,” his mum said, waving as she got in the car herself, “bye!”
“Bye!” you smiled, both you and Jeongin slowly pushing the front door closed.
“And they’re gone,” Jeongin breathed, shutting the front door and turning to you, his hands immediately beginning to run down your body, from your shoulder blades to the top of your thighs.
You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and jumping, Jeongin catching you with ease as your legs wrapped around his waist.
“I love you,” he whispered, smashing his lips against yours and backing you up until your back hit the wall.
You moaned, pulling on your husband’s hair, “you are not going to fuck me here, Yang Jeongin.”
He chuckled, “yes, m’lady.”
Your lips connected again as Jeongin took long strides to your shared bedroom, throwing you onto the bed.
“Come here, then,” you teased, grabbing his thin t-shirt in your fist and pulling him towards you.
He crawled over your body, his hands snaking their way up your t-shirt and pulling it over your head, his hot breath fanning over your stomach as he did so.
Arching your back with his command, he undid your bra and threw it off to the side of the room, his two hands coming back to your chest, his thumbs playing with your nipples as he leaned back down to connect the space between you with his lips.
“Jeongin,” you panted, feeling yourself grow wet.
“So responsive,” Jeongin groaned, his hands moving off your boobs and pulling off his own t-shirt.
“Wait a minute,” you said as your husband’s hands went down to your bottoms, “this isn’t just about you.”
Jeongin smirked, laying on his back as you crawled up his body. His eyes could barely leave yours, but the way your breasts were moving made his brain even more incomprehensibly horny.
Slowly, your tongue started to come up his abs as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. A trail of spit was left behind, which you scooped up, sliding your spit covered fingers into your husband’s mouth.
“Where is it? Quickly then,” said Jeongin’s mum’s.
“We didn’t shut the door,” you whispered, looking at the bedroom door.
“Not only that,” Jeongin said in horror, “Mum’s got a key.”
“Mummy! Daddy! Jihae’s teddy!” Jitae shouted, running in, his grandma following close behind him.
You and Jeongin scrambled off the bed, finding your t-shirts and quickly pulling them over your heads.
“Hmm? What was that?” you asked, breathless as you watched your son run from his bedroom, to Jihae’s, to the playroom.
“Here,” Jeongin breathed, pulling the teddy from off the sofa, “it’s here.”
“Jihae! I found it!” Jitae shouted.
Jeongin’s mum laughed, “alright then, come on! See you two later!”
“Bye, Mum,” Jeongin smiled, looking exasperated.
“Oh and love?” she spoke, motioning to Jeongin’s t-shirt, “it’s inside out. You too, Y/N. Bye now, you two have fun! Though it looks like you have been already.”
“Mum!”
