warnings: smut, perv!jisung agenda, somnophilia, dubcon, panty fetish, srsly han <3s your panties, slight manipulation? p in v (kinda), overall kinkiness
a/n : welcome, this is my first fic so enjoy!
he’d spent the entire day with 3racha trying to finalize the new title track for stray kids new album set to release in a few months.
what made things worse was he only had a few hours to himself before he had to go back out for the monthly dinner he had with the boys.
he was frustrated. his head was killing him. the only thing that seemed to lift his spirits was the fact you were waiting at home.
he let out a huge sigh as he unlocked the front door, kicking off his shoes and throwing his bag somewhere on the ground.
‘jagi?’ he wondered around the apartment, desperate for some cuddles with you.
finally, he wandered into the bedroom and his breath hitched when he saw you.
you were sound asleep, laying on your side in nothing but a pair of his white crew socks and white panties. your soft breasts out, nipples pebbling from the cool night breeze.
god, he wanted to whine at the sight.
he loved those panties. loved how cute you looked with them, how they hugged your ass, and how easily he could see your arousal through the cotton.
he stirred in his jeans. he felt so perverted thinking about all the things he wanted to do to you in those. the urge to smell you, tease your clit, get you wet enough that you’d stain the gusset with your slick.
he crept closer to the bed. you all had talked about letting him do stuff to you while you slept, he’d just never acted on it.
but he was so turned on right now. those panties, he wanted to fucking ruin them.
carefully, he kneeled on the bed behind you. he stilled as you stirred slightly, hiking up one of your legs to expose more of your panties.
he groaned internally. an idea popped up in his mind. you were going to accompany him to the dinner later, and his horny riddled brain began to fixate on the idea of cumming inside your panties, you wearing them to dinner around his friends, no idea that your gross boyfriend spilled a load in them.
quickly he freed himself from the confines of his boxers, hissing lightly as his tip, pearling with precum, was finally exposed.
he felt slightly embarrassed by his filthy thoughts, but as he eyed the little bow on the front of the cotton the urge to defile his pretty girlfriend seemed to overtake anything else.
he leaned closer to you, fingers lightly tracing down the seam until he felt your warmth. he groaned as he felt a small patch of wetness already present, pressing down slightly to watch the patch grow.
he laid flat on the bed, his boner digging painfully into the mattress and he couldn’t help but rut into it.
just a little closer. he found your wetness once again with his desperate fingers, this time daring to grip the sides of the white cotton and pull it up, trapping your folds between the tight fabric.
fuck, he wanted to taste you. your lips looked so plump, bulging out of your skintight panties. without a second thought, he leaned down and stuffed his nose between your folds. his eyes rolled back as he inhaled your sweet smell.
he was such a creep. he stayed there for what felt like hours between your thighs, content with his nose pressed up against your panties, grinding himself against the mattress.
what would you think if you woke up and found him here, scenting you like a dog in heat? would u be repulsed by him? as time went on he started to feel more moisture gather on the cotton, and he knew you were enjoying it.
even in your sleep, you were just as much of a freak as him. god he loved that about you.
desperate for a taste, his tongue began softly swiping up and down the expanse of your clothed center, still pinching the fabric tight against your pussy.
you let out the softest whimper, he almost didn’t catch it. the sound went straight to his hard on, as if encouraging him to continue.
wasting no time, he pulled away just enough to dribble a glob of his spit on your center, the fabric now completed soaked through he could see your soft pink lips and tight little hole.
he knew he was making a mess of the bed, of you. but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
determined fingers pulled the cotton to the side, finally delving his tongue in to taste you fully. like a man starved, he slurped up whatever you could give him, catching every dribble that threatened to slide down onto the mattress.
he could feel himself getting close just from rutting against the sheets, he was down bad for you.
‘o-oppa,’ you whimpered into the pillow. the sound of your voice made him still completely.
you loved calling him that when he fucked you senseless, even though you were the same age. it turned him on too, and hearing you say it in your sleep made him feral.
‘y/n?’ he breathed, waiting for a response to signal you were awake.
hearing nothing, he moved up the bed, pressing himself against your back. this position put his dick right against your ruined panties.
‘mmm fuck baby. love you so much. gotta feel you,’ he murmured quietly into your hair, moving his hand down to press his member harder into your wetness. he could hear how sticky you were as he lightly pulled open your panties enough for him to slide himself inside.
he bit his lip hard enough he could begin to taste metallic. the feeling of your wet heat and thin panties caging him in felt too good, he could already feel himself about to explode.
with his free hand, he hoisted your leg up, giving him better access to see the sin between your thighs.
groaning, he slowly began rutting his hips up, sliding his dick between your folds.
it felt so wrong doing to this you while you were asleep, defiling you in your innocent white panties.
he fantasized about the confused look on your face when your woke up with wetness between your legs. you might try to change, but he’d convince you to keep them on.
just for dinner, just long enough to let him play out his sick little fantasy.
then he’d take you home and fuck his seed back into you, this time he’d spill his load deep inside your warmth.
he might even insist you wear a plug to bed, to keep all of it stuffed inside you. all of him.
he didn’t realize he started thrusting faster, gripping your thigh hard enough to bruise.
he reached around you and groped at your mounds, pinching and rolling your nipples between his calloused fingers.
‘mmm, gonna cum in your panties jagi. you’ll let me right? let oppa fill your panties?’ he grunted as your legs began to twitch, signaling you were close too.
‘dirty little girl, gonna cum just from this? love my dick using your pussy that much huh?’ he growled, his balls tightening before finally unloading all of his seed between your folds.
you whined loudly as he panted into your hair, he soon felt your hole clench before creaming all over his softening member.
his heart was pounding erratically, sweating profusely underneath his baggie hoodie.
carefully, he slid his dick away from your center, careful to slide the sopping cotton back into place.
he took a moment to admire his work as you finally stirred awake, squeezing your legs together slightly.
‘sungie?’ you rubbed your bleary eyes, opening them to find your cute boyfriend who smiled down at you.
he leaned forward to smother your lips with kisses before taking off his hoodie, revealing the new tattoos you loved so much.
‘sleep well, jagi?’ he smiled softly down at you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
you shivered from the cold.
‘mmm yeah. like a baby,’ your squirmed as you noticed the wet patch in your underwear.
your cheeks reddened. did you have a wet dream or something?
you pulled the duvet over your body before plopping your head back down on the pillow.
han climbed off the bed and over to your shared closet, pulling out his black fitted dress shirt.
‘i wish I could climb in there with you baby, are you still up for that dinner tonight?’ he began buttoning up his shirt, big boba eyes fixed lovingly on your figure.
you shot up out of the bed. walking over to the underwear drawer. you reached down to the waistband and began peeling off the soiled fabric.
you felt his warmth behind you, lightly grasping both of your hands with his larger ones.
‘i like these, jagi. looks so sexy,’ his warm breath fanned across your neck, leaving a line of goosebumps in its wake.
but, you couldn’t wear these! the problem was, you also were embarrassed to tell him why.
‘wear them for me? please?’ he spun you around to face him, grasping your chin between his fingers and kissing the tip of your nose.
you were about to voice your disagreement once again until he whispered,
‘for oppa? hm?’ he smirked, a glint in his eyes as he watched your cheeks heat up.
hesitantly, you nodded. returning his kiss on the nose, you turned and pulled out the dress you were going to wear.
his eyes trailed down to the cotton clinging to your flushed skin.
tonight’s going to be fun.
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