Stray Kids Oneshots • SKZ

★ accusations - smut + angst

Warning: (soft) dom!han x sub!reader, han is kinda cold + always at work, swearing, make-up sex, whimpering, unprotected woohoo (big no-no), praise??

Requested by: FightingonMars

Word count: 1790

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for maybe the first time this month, your boyfriend han was finally out of the studio and out of his work mindset. but that would only mean one thing — he was mad at you.

because of how sucked in his head is with work, he forgets to spend time with you or take you out like he would normally do. instead, the only time the two of you would ever talk was when you were fighting, constantly blaming and accusing each other of the most ridiculous things.

and this time, you'd just came back late from a night out with your girls for one of their birthdays which happened to be at a nightclub, the nightclub that your friend decided on going to, not you.

"where have you been?" says jisung coldly, staring right at you as he sits on the couch, looking at your tired self that just walked into the house at about 2 a.m. .

you sighed, obviously not i the mood for his third accusation of the week, "hello to you to, hannie"

"you didn't answer my question; where were you?" he repeats demandingly.

"i was out with my friends for ryujin's birthday" you replied as you took your coat off and set your purse on the kitchen counter.

han, noticing your outfit — a quite tight skirt and top — raised a brow and stood up, eyeing you up and down. "and you wore that?" he nodded to your skirt.

you rubbed your temples and walked closer to him. "yes, han. we went to a club for her birthday"

"a club?" he crossed his arms protectively, making you sigh "hannie, where else would you expect her to celebrate her 22nd birthday? chuck e cheese?" you said sarcastically yet remaining serious.

"don't give that attitude, you went to a fucking club and didn't tell me, and i was worried sick for like 2 hours"

"oh please, han, the earliest you're ever back from work is 1 a.m. and plus, you don't see me whining when you're out of the house for more time than you've ever been in it" you argued.

"oh, i'm sorry. i'm sorry for thinking that my girlfriend might be out cheating because she's back by fucking 2 o'clock" han replies argumentatively with sarcasm.

you scoff, "i'm sorry, cheating? and i suppose that relates to your allegations of me that i'm being too dramatic and selfish?" you bring up the two previous arguments that went just like this.

"y'know what? yeah. maybe. especially when you're going out with your ass hanging out for everyone to see" han puts one hand on your waist and uses the other one to slightly adjust your skirt lower.

With your mouth hanging open in shock, you slapped away his hand. "you don't decide what i wear, han. you may be my boyfriend but i'm not a puppet for you to control" .

"i might not decide what you do, but what i do know is that you're going to change right now" he orders, crossing his arms once more.