Stray Kids Smut Oneshots || F X M

Mr Jisung || Han x Reader

Notes: Rough sex, Doggy style, Han is a rough dom, Cheating, Age gap, Daddy issues probably, Author is mentally ill... that's it, proceed with caution

TW: [Y/N] and Han's relationship is kinda weird but she's 18+ and in my head, she initiated this relationship lmfao.

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Prologue: Ever since you were little, you have had a dinner with the neighbours once every fortnight. Your families are close... but you've always found these dinners to be boring, just sitting there listening to parents isn't exactly interesting.

Our neighbour's children were always older than you anyway, so you were never close to them and now that you've graduated, they're long gone.

Recently however, dinners have gotten slightly more interesting, there's always a prize at the end if you've been well behaved... and maybe an even better prize if you haven't been.

"Just a sausage for you?" Han, your neighbour, asks as he fidgets with the meat cooking on the barbecue.

"I don't know," you look back up at him. "Which one are we talking about?"

At that response, Han quickly looks around, in case anyone may have heard.

"Oh, you want trouble hm?" He utters under his breath, looking over at you until some footsteps become audible from behind.

"Hi Mrs Jisung," you flash his wife a cheesy grin, smirking back at Han to check if your acting game is satisfactory enough for him.

"Hi darling, how's uni going?" She asks, resting her arm onto Han's back as she questions you.

"Going great thanks," you nod back. "I've recently gotten a boyfriend actually."

"Oh really darling?" She practically cheers. "Do tell!"

"Oh, you know... he's pretty short, but oh god he's handsome," you smirk, glancing over at Han. "Black hair, pretty ripped I must admit and he's really nice to me."

"Ah! Well you should bring him next time!" She grins, putting her hands out for you to hold for a moment.

"Yeah... it's almost like he's here already," you respond cryptically, to which Mrs Jisung raises an eyebrow.

"Well, I'll go talk to your mother now, good luck with all that," she gives you one last smile before walking off into the rest of the family.

"What the fuck was that," Han grunts, facing back over to his barbecue.

"Just telling one of my family friends about an aspect of my life... what?" You snicker back, leaning onto the table behind you.

"You better get your act together alright?" He scolds you, the spatula in his hand. "No more misbehaving baby."

"Or what?" You cross your arms, genuinely interested to see him reply.

"Or you'll be in big big trouble," he murmurs, glancing over to you shortly.

"Yeah?"

"I'll go as rough as I can," he lowers his voice.

"Well, I'm going to go over there and talk more about my university boyfriend then," you snicker, turning around to begin walking over. "Unless you want to tell me off now."

"Now?" He questions, grabbing onto your wrist.

"Unless you want me to tell everyone about us," you utter, still under his grasp.

"Well, I guess I'll have to punish you then," he hums, pulling you in through the back door into the house.

He walks straight down the hallway, pulling you into the bathroom. Throwing you down onto the bathroom counter, your hands saving you from hitting the surface.