#hoeforhao

She quickly brings her mouth up to the bone protruding so prominent out of his neck and instantly plants her teeth onto the skin, pulling it with her canines making tears swell up in his eyes from the intense sting.

"If you thought I'll let his blood infuse into kine and make me impure, you're so wrong honey. I'll make sure that yours takes control on his and completely overpowers him. I want to see you overpower each and every individual on the face of this planet and be at the very top" and with that she bites into his skin at animalistic force and draws out blood like a vampire feasting on its meal after ages. As if a blood thirsty demon got the first taste of vanilla sweet blood burning with rage finally on her lips, all the while he cannot touch her or do anything to her because he was pinned down.

But she very well knew that she would be overturned in a minute if he truly tried for it. Having had enough of his woman being a brat he finally engulfed her legs by his and pushed her down onto the floor. He stood tall before her, while she lay on the cold marble with a sinister smirk knowing quite well what was coming next.

Bending down to her level the very first instinct he had was to rip off ever piece of clothing from her body, making her completely naked infront of the beast that was now to feast on the vulnerable little prey infront of him. Having his legs placed on both sides of her shaking ones, he took her lips in his. And no it was not a gentle kiss at all. It was a hungry, desperate one. One to prove how he will always have the upper hand over her, how she will just be a playtoy under him.

While his teeth pulled onto her lower lips, popping the slender veins there making blood drip down the corner of her mouth, his hands played with her boobs. More appropriately abused them. His nails drew deep and sharp around her supple jiggly skin, leaving behind deep rooted tracks of his invasion onto her body and soul and mind.

Shifting from her lips, he now focuses on slapping the living shit out of her breasts, earning constant pleas of mercy from her, knowing that the undertone in them was nothing but her asking for more brutality.

When he's finally done abusing her chest, leaving it all red with his hand prints, as if something turns in him and he gently places his mouth on her nipples and suckles onto it like a child feeding on his mother. But oh well isn't his entire persona deceiving? While his mouth work like a complete gentleman around her mounds, his fingers find her throbbing clit and aggressively rubs it's like it's some sort of enemy he needs slain down.

Her eyes rolled from the intense pain and pleasure that her body was feeling at the same time. She licks off her own blood from her mouth and slightly pushes up her head as if to see what is happening to her bare body, only to find that it's a red hill down there. Every part of her skin is burning aflame. And in that very painful moment, he quickly unzips the tent in his pants and brings out his rock hard dick to now graze up and down her sloppy cunt.

Never giving her the pleasure to feel him inside her, while she claws out his toned back, he slaps the tip of his dick onto her throbbing pussy and sometimes teases her hole with it by pressing it a bit down and taking it out immediately. Not being able to take the torment anymore she takes things into her hand and harshly slaps him across the face.

That was his last string. How dare a bitch have the audacity to slap a man like him. And with that he presses himself in her in seconds without any warning, without giving her the time to even adjust to him.

"You wanted it so bad you whore hmm? How you like daddy's dick tearing up your walls into shreds now huh" he runts into her soft delicate hole like a complete animal gone feral, like a tiger getting a good meat after days.

He could see tears rolling down her eyes onto the floor from his intense thrusts, him completely ruining her pussy for the new few days so that she remembers he is who she belongs to, every inch of her body belongs to him and is only for him to ravish and eat and feast on.

You were in such a severe state of panic attacks that you could feel wonwoo's presence around only when he physically tugged onto you from the back, pulling you directly against his chest, his heavy arms tightly embracing you so as to help your shivers.

The moment you processed it all in your already struggling head, you instantly pushed him off of you, causing your own self to go and hit the kitchen counter. But you were in way too much mental pain to be able to process the impact from the cold marble against your waist.

"What the are you doing here wonwoo" even though the words were decent and simple, the coldness in your ever so jolly voice cut sharp crests into his icy heart.

"You are not in a co-"

"I ASKED WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE WONWOO" your sudden scream echoes throughout the black walls of your hall, still lighter than the dark you were lefylt in. By him!

Wonwoo backs off slightly from your shaking figure having gotten scared of your outburst, yet the concern making his hands still ghost around your waist, prepared to wrap around it the first second if you collapse on the kitchen floor.

It has been almost an year than your favorite person became a lesson, the brightest flame of your life became the reason of all the yet burning wounds in you ; one goddamn year that wonwoo slipped off of your hands amidst the defeaning chaos all around - apparently because he 'lost feelings for you' , because your face did not make his heart light up anymore or.....

Or maybe because your mental condition tired him out! Afterall who would be able to bear all those anger waves , getting woken up to your trembling body in the middle of the night at least once a week, or having to rush home from parties with his friends because his 'girlfriend' needed her pills to calm down the panic attacks she gets amongst crowds.

Just like today!! You were drowning yourself in beers and shots at the local pub, as they were the only thing that has been keeping you mildly sane since that very day, when you one of wonwoo's friends that you knew, enter the place and settle down on the chair beside you. You definitely thought it was a relief that your own was swiveled onto the side, saving you from the embarassment of being face to face with him.....only until your near drunken ears instantly registered wonwoo's name being taken behind you, amidst all the unimportant blabbers. All you fizzed up brain took up from the conversation was that he was seeing a new girl, titled as the hottest in the town by his so called best friends and that the new couple was gonna be here in a minute or two.

Even though you've picked up all the stepped onto pieces of your heart and arranged them in a way that would make you numb to all the pain, to all the memories, the giggles, the cuddles, the cute nose pinches and most importantly to the ache of losing the shoulder you could cry on anytime....you still weren't that prepared or in fact immune to seeing him with a new girl, her hands wrapped around those same shoulders.

So your natural instinct was obviously to run back home at that very moment, noticing that the sweating and quivering down the fingers have set about already. But looks like the universe had made up its mind to make you meet wonwoo today, as he now stood infront of you, with pleading eyes for you to calm down....or rather let him calm you down.

"Y/n pls sit down for a while. You need to be held right on or else you might fa-"

"MIGHT WHAT WONWOO? MIGHT GET WHAT? FAINT? LEMME! WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKIN WORRIED ABOUT YOUR 'EX' PASSING OUT" you were clearly nearing the edge as you felt your senses going all dizzy and your nerves choking you up.

"Pls pls pls calm down bub! Pls" wonwoo's eyes seemed to be teary.... or maybe it was just the watery haze on your eyes speaking. But the thing that finally ticked off the lever was the nickname he called you....the name that was sweeter to you than your real one, that made your heart flutter around like a newly transformed butterfly flying out to the blue skies...the name that now made your stomach twist in your tummy and your cheeks wet by the slipping down stream of hot tears.

"You...you do not get...to call that name....wonwoo! Neither do you get to hold....me and pat me down to stability like....like the old times" face all red andhands gripping tightly onto the kitchen counter as they knew the moment even a single finger slips, your entire body will collapse onto the ground.

"I have lost my home wonwoo. The home I held so dear. And I very well know that I'll have to live homeless for the rest of my time now." You take in a deep breath before continuing onto the last sentence as you knew this would mean the end to this encounter, no matter how much your self wanted to jump on him this instant and wrap around him in the tightest hug he always gives and cry, you knew that you've lost that right long ago.

You still were in disbelief that your two most close ones did this to you. After being with you all those nights you cried till you couldn't breathe anymore, holding your trembling body whenever you had the worst breakdowns to seeing you slowly heal from the scabs and stabs left by him, Steph and Niall were with you the whole time. Them now setting you up with him again, for a silly little fall party felt nothing but seriously insensitive to you.

Pressing down on the side button of the phone, you were now sitting on the bed, all covered up in your comfort blankie with a blacked out screen laying on your lap ; the glass of which reflected the browns and caramels of the backdrop outside the misty windows, onto your own ones.

Fall was finally around the corner, which meant that the roads will now be iced all rusty, drizzled with honey leaves and sprinkled on by dark wine twigs. Fall also meant one more thing...the one very thing that was like the warm covering on your wounds, that meant the most to you above anyone and everyone. Your sycamore tree!

Pushing away the fluffy blanket on your legs, you quickly pulled down your pyajams to get dressed into something more appropriate for the weather outside, something more comfy and something that made you feel like you're back home once again a.k.a soonyoung's brown hoodie. While havocing through your entire wardrobe to take out all his belongings and leave back not a single essence of him around you and on you, the idiot missed out on that one brown hoodie he owned...rather the one he loved the most and the one he gave to you on your first date - under the sycamore tree.

You knew that the only thing, the only friend that could soothe the burns on you right now was that tree, the one true buddy that has stood by your side through the pains even your best friends couldn't heal, the big brother that shadowed you whenever the world's bright rays tried to scorch on your skin. So without wasting any more seconds, you hurriedly ran down the stairs leading to the hall. Upon reaching the main door of your small apartment you twist on the knob to pull open the door, and quite instantly a gust of cinnamon flavored wind engulfs all your senses.

Fall was truly your soul season. No matter how much turmoil your life was going through, or how much clogged your brain was to come up with new ideas, a walk down the leaf stained path of your favorite garden while the season's cool breeze flowed through your hair, definitely helped the caged Robin in you fly free finally.

Since the day Soonyoung broke your heart and left you all alone amidst the rusted haze, you've been visiting this sycamore tree every fall, to reminisce all the warm happy moment spent under its shade. To feel the same happiness as the day you planted the tree with your best friend, when you both were only 8 year olds, with the person who held you like the softest cotton bud dispersing away in the breeze all these years only to tear you off the stem at one go now.

You were consumed in your thoughts about how crazy love was, about how the twigs that have seen two people be in love for so long, hang around it for years, the branches that have been painted with countless giggles and soft kisses, now had its leaves shedding themselves from the agony of seeing its spiriting away child standing beneath it to shelter herself from the bleeding marks left by its other child.