Stray Kids Smut Oneshots || F X M

Call it Even || Hyunjin x Reader

Notes: Blowjob, no feelings, enemies-to-lovers, fantasy-setting-ish (?), long asf oneshot tbh

Author's Note: Just a warning, I haven't proofread AT ALL!! Please tell me if you see any mistakes, and I'll edit it in the morning (: Also sorry it's so long, I got distracted lol

"Let me go," you squirm, your words muffled by the fabric they had tied around your mouth earlier.

"Not until you tell me what you're plotting," a man whom you've never seen before scathes a knife down the middle of your shirt, ripping it in half, revealing your bra underneath.

"No," you shake your head, refusing to give away any information, even as the cold touch of the steel traces down your chest.

"I'm not asking," the brunette seethes back, the scar on his forehead creasing as he watches you with a stern expression. "You don't want to know what'll happen if you don't follow my commands."

You squirm around, trying to get out of the ropes you're tied to as the taller man simply watches with a smile on his face, seeing you in misery, in pain. You wish he would kill you right now, at least your honour could live on... it's better than being tortured like this.

Your eyes widen as you notice a figure appear behind the man. The figure wears a dark cloak, a blade in one hand, a cross bow in the other, which he brings up to his mouth as he signals for you to remain quiet. This figure is much taller than the other brunette, practically towering over him but as much as you try to squint, you can't see a single feature on his face behind the shadows.

He holds his blade out, swinging it along the man's back, to which the he falls to his hands, letting out a guttural scream as he hits the stone below. The cloaked man rushes over to you, the bloody blade still in his hand, blood running down his fingers. With the same blade he begins cutting the rope, looking back over to the man on the floor every so often, checking he's still down.

He makes his way through one layer of rope, his movements growing fiercer as tensions rise, your breath hitching as the blade nears your skin. You attempt to look over at the man's face, his features still covered by the hood of his cloak, the fog surrounding making it even more difficult.

He lets out a thankful exhale as the ropes slide down your body. Without a single word he picks you up in a single swift movement, slinging you over his shoulder, supporting your back with his warm hand. At this point there's no point in fighting him, even though he could be taking you anywhere... a brothel, a factory, a murder shed. Who even is this man and why is he helping you?

You dig your nails into his back as he begins to leave the area, quickly picking up the pace. You notice in the corner of your eye a man... not the scarred man from earlier but another man dressed in armour, holding a sword. Before you could manage to scream or warn the cloaked man carrying you, the armoured man takes a swing, hitting the taller man in the knee. He gasps in pain for a moment, his breath faltering but it only makes him pick up the pace and run.

From where your positioned you can only see the back of his leg, but you can see blood already making it's way all over his knee. He grunts as he runs, letting out small puffs as he takes wider strides, gripping onto your thighs as tightly as he can.

He soon makes it to a shed, walking up a small set of stairs which leads to a wooden door, which creaks open when he pushes on it.

He sits you down on a wooden chair in the corner of the shed, turning around towards a cupboard, slipping his hood down as he searches through a basket of small bottles. He finally reaches for a small clear bottle, filled with a brown liquid, which he turns around to hand to you as you start itching the rope burn around your arms.