Let Me Fix You || Hoseok x Reader

Prologue

A large hand pushed down on your neck, forcing you face-first into the ground beneath you, breathing proving to be quite the difficult task at the moment. The fact that the man's fingers were wrapped around your throat in a tight grip, slightly cutting off your air supply, also didn't help you in the slightest bit. His other hand had your hip in a bruising grip to keep you in place so you wouldn't be able to get away from him.

"That's it, keep quiet you little bitch," the man grunted.

You had long since given up on trying to reach behind you with your hands. No matter how hard you tried you still couldn't reach him. Kicking him as hard as you could in your position also hadn't worked in your favour and now your legs laid on the ground uselessly, feeling like they each weighed a ton. You stared over at the entrance to the bathroom, listening to the sound of music coming from downstairs, the other party guests completely unaware of what was happening upstairs above them.

You opened your mouth to try and cry for help again but the man felt it and squeezed his hand tighter. "Make a sound and I'll only drag this out longer, dirty slut."

He relaxed his grip slightly, allowing some air to pass through your windpipe again. You couldn't help but let out a whimper when his pace increased suddenly, panting becoming more audible and grunts becoming more frequent.

"Fuck, I'm close," he groaned.

You sent a silent prayer of thanks, grateful that your misery would finally come to an end. Taking one last chance, you moved your hand up to grab at his hand around your neck, digging your nails into the skin. The man let out a growl and ripped his hand away from your grip before grabbing your head, pulling you up by your hair and eliciting a yelp of pain from you.

"Now, now, we're almost finished and you're deciding to act up again? I knew you were a whore that just wanted a good fucking," the man hissed into your ear.

He pushed you back to the ground, face hitting the bathroom tiles painfully, and placed a hand between your shoulder blades as the other hand pulled your lower body up more by the hip, allowing him easier access. His hips rammed into you harder with each thrust. Your cheek was starting to burn from all the sliding against the floor.

"Hah--hah--fuck--yes--hah," the man groaned, thrusts punctuating each noise.

"Please stop." Your voice came out as merely a whisper. You cleared your throat and tried again. "Please, I'm begging you."

"Don't worry, doll. I'm almost there," the man chuckled darkly.

"No, stop!" you demanded, voice rising to a yell.

The man leaned down so his mouth was pressed against your ear. "Call for help and I'll cum down your throat too."

"Plea--"

A hand forced your face into the floor, pain shooting up your nose as you heard a horrifying crack come from it. You cried out in pain and instantly your eyes began brimming with tears.

"Should've kept quiet, fucking bitch," the man grumbled, moaning right after the words left his mouth. "Shit, I'm--"

"God, no!" you screamed, interrupting the man's sentence as you suddenly felt the man release inside you.

His pace slowed as he rode out his high, panting heavily and groaning uncontrollably. His body lowered so his chest was pressing against your back, breathing right into your ear and causing unwanted shivers to run down your spine.

"Ah--fuck that was good," he moaned.