Stray Kids Oneshots • SKZ

★ she - smut

Warning: SPIDER-MAN!AU LESGOO, dom!han x bottom!reader, oral (f rec), face-riding, praise, whimperinggg, dirty minded han and reader🤨🤨, dirty talk, blood, reader nursing han🙈, spider-han💪.

Inspired by the song "She" by Tyler, The Creator and Frank Ocean (come back Frank, pls😔) or by Harry Styles, idk both work so you do you <3

Word count: 2760

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

you sat your desk in your bedroom, doom-scrolling your life away on instagram. you stumbled across a few pictures your best friend, han, posted a few days prior.

you smiled, admiring the look of his soft features in the cute photo he took with his friends chan and changbin.

paying so much attention to your phone made you lose focus, almost not noticing the suited man knocking on your window.

you snap back to reality, opening the window to let him in with a sigh. "jisung, you could have been caught, are you insane?" you shut the window.

"yeah, sorry about that" he winces, but not because of your words. you just realize his limp, your eyes widening when you spot his hand hovering a bloody spot across his chest.

"shit, you're hurt" you rush over to help him onto your bed. he shuts his eyes, leaning his head against the headboard, "it's bleeding less than before, though" he cracks open his eyes to look at you, scrambling back towards him with a first aid kit in hand which you kept in case of emergencies like this.

"i don't care if it's bleeding less, it's still bleeding and you're hurt" he chuckled lightly at your words, watching you search through the red box for certain materials. "suit off, now."

"ooh, needy?" he manages to tease you despite being exhausted and in pain, finally obeying your words once he notices the stern expression on your face.

he slides the top half of his red-and-blue suit off, and holy shit.

"han, what the fuck? h-how- why?" you're surprised jisung isn't crying in pain right now, because you sure would have been.

he had large deep and bloodied scratches along his chest and upper abdomen. they were dripping in blood and looked painful as hell.

"you should've seen the other guy" he laughs tiredly, finally shedding of his mask, revealing small scratches along his nose and cheekbones. "or not really guy, he was some sort of human wolf."

your eyes widening even more if possible, gripping his chin instantly and examining his face, gently caressing his cheek in the process. "hannie, this isn't okay" you say out of worry.

"i know, but could you just please help with these on my chest" he sighs, carding a hand through his fluffy hair that he one day decided to dye silver, taking a look down at his scratched up chest.

and so you begin, first cleaning the blood off with a wet rag gently, doing your best not to pain him even more.

"now, i know you hate this part..." you put some antiseptic on a cotton pad, lingering it over his chest, "but i have to" you give him a painful look, and he whines in response.