Take What You Want - Yang Jungwon
(i felt like this story went beautifully with Take What You Want by Post Malone if you wanna listen to it)
~~You were just trying to get home late from work one night. You didn't know the danger you would be facing when you were on your way home, nor who you would be encountering.~~
hehehe leader of the vampires jungwon - i've been very feral after this teaser released
wc: 4.5k
content: dry humping, dubcon (blood-sucking), vaginal penetration, no protection (wrap ur willy), blood play, slight death
On any day other than today, maybe you would be fine dealing with abysmal weather, but it seems life liked to hit you when you were down. Rain. Buckets of it pouring down, and you had no umbrella, no raincoat. Nothing. Only your hoodie, a grease-stained top, and your jeans.
You didn’t want to come in to work today. You would have avoided it if you had the option, but your manager was intent on getting you to take your coworker’s shift. Workplace relationships were looked down upon for a reason, but your old, perverted boss liked to bend the rules for a pretty face. Which meant you had to come in and work a double shift because she had a hair appointment that couldn’t wait.
It didn’t make matters better that you were forced to serve a kid’s birthday dinner all by yourself. Large parties were always a hassle, but a 16 top of children was like walking into hell. Chicken strips flew across the table. Pizza slices were squished and shaped into greasy balls of pepperoni and cheese. You even managed to end up with cake in your hair somehow.
Now, you were standing outside the doors of the closed restaurant wondering how you were going to get home in these conditions. Being in charge of closing meant you weren’t getting out until well after midnight. The buses weren’t running anymore. You didn’t have the money to pay for an Uber with surging weather prices. Your only option was to walk.
The first ten minutes felt endless. Your hoodie was drenched by this point, meaning that all of the rain was seeping into your clothes. The cold water clung to your skin. The hoodie felt like it weight a hundred pounds now. And your shoes were fucking ruined from the water flooding them.
You tried to push through and just make it home. The sooner you were back in your apartment, the sooner you could get a hot bath and go to sleep. Not like you wouldn’t have to work again tomorrow night, but at least you’ll be better prepared with an umbrella and some reliable shoes if the rain chooses to curse you for another day.
Determined to get in as soon as possible, you make a shortcut through the city park. The city landmark that usually brought you peace on the days where you just wanted to escape from it all on the swings now looked rather terrifying in the dead of night. The overhead lamps lighting the pathway were disappointing to say the least. A portion of them flickered, others had no light at all, and the ones that did manage to hold a steady illumination were dim at best. Obviously no one cared enough for the park to invest in maintenance.
Halfway into your dreary venture through the park, you feel a chill run down spine, but it’s not from the rain. You don’t know why, but you have a suspicion you’re being followed. It felt so random and out of nowhere. Most places were closed by this hour. And who would purposefully go outside in this downpour? You wanted to hope it was all in your head, but there was a sick feeling curdling in your stomach that you just couldn’t push down. Like you were being stalked. Like you had no hope of making it home.
When you rounded the corner of the park cafe, you pressed yourself against the brick wall. The overhang of the small building provided you with a well enough covering from the rain. You pulled out your phone, preparing to call the police at the slightest indication that you were in danger. You dialed the buttons, keeping the number at your ready before peaking your head around the corner. Just a small check. Maybe they were gone.
Carefully, you scanned your surroundings, looking for anyone. The rain made it hard enough on its own. Adding in the poor lighting and the fact that you were bone-tired from being on your feet for over 14 hours, your vision was shot.
You looked around, trying to find anything that could possibly pass for a threat, but you saw nothing. You wanted to belief you were in the clear, but that feeling in your stomach didn’t ease. If anything it grew stronger and progressed into an aching pain.
You couldn’t wait any longer, though. You needed to get home. Steeling your nerves, you gripped your phone tight in your hand and made a run for it. If someone was really following you, they would have to run too. You would be able to pick up on the puddles splashing and make a quick call to the cops. That should scare them. And if not, maybe you could hold out long enough for the police to get to you before they do. If only.
You didn’t even make it to the large oak tree a few hundred feet away before something was latching onto you and pulling you off your feet. The sounds of your screams hardly carried as a crack of thunder rumbled through the air. Then, in a flash of light, you were surrounded by a group of dark figures. They towered over you, red eyes gleaming as they took you in with uncanny smiles.
“My my, what have we got here.”
You can’t make out who’s speaking as they close in on you. Your chest grows tighter and that unplaceable feeling in your stomach has tripled. But you can place it now. Dread. Body-trembling dread. It hits you when one of them cranes their body closer to you, their fangs on display when they smile. And then a metallic smell hits your nose. Blood. They’re all covered in blood. Even with the thick scent of rain and nature penetrating your nostrils, the blood pushes its way through to the point of nausea.
Your breathing picks up and you try to thrash out of the hands of one of your captors. Their strength makes it impossible to do so. Warm tears of fear and frustration mingle with rain as they fall down your cheeks.
“Let me go,” you yell through the desolate park.
“No point in fighting. It’ll just make your death more painful.” Then one lunges out for you.
Only pain or death doesn’t follow. In the blink of an eye, the uncanny creature is collapsing on the pathway with a blade sticking out of their neck. Then a sound whistles through the air and another two are joining their friend.
“Shit.” One of them curses, looking around for where it could have come from.
“We gotta g-.”
You almost puke this time when the body drops at your feet. A dagger is driven into their eye, likely wedged somewhere deep into their skull. Their dark blood is splattered on your shoes and slowly painting the pavement as it seeps out.
“Oh my god.” You gag once, then twice, but you can’t seem to do it a third before you’re hauled over the shoulder of the last creature and flying into the air.
You prepare to scream as the ground grows farther and farther away, but as your lungs collect the air to produce the sound, the creature squeezes harshly at your waist, forcing a crippling pain to shoot up your side.
“If you fucking scream, I’ll kill you,” they hiss. “If I fucking die, I’ll kill you.”
Fear paralyzes your vocal chords as they jump onto the nearest building and make a sprint across the rooftop. They jump from roof to roof, trying to set a distance with whoever must be trailing them, but they don’t make it very far. Before they can hurdle to the next building, a sound whizzes past your ear and a knife is lodged into their back. You stare at the weapon only inches from your head with wide eyes. And then, you feel your captor’s hold weakening. With them dead, that means you’re next because now you’re plummeting to the ground.
You’re closing in on becoming an unrecognizable splatter on the pavement in seconds. If not for something catching you just moments from demise, you would have been. But you’ve maxxed out on adrenaline for the day, so before you can even get a good look at your savior, you feel your body growing heavier. As you’re vision fades, all you can come to make out is a pair of glowing eyes staring down at you. Turns out you might not be saved after all.
When you finally come to, your body feels like lead and you’re freezing cold. You don’t feel the rain on you anymore, but your clothes are still drenched with rain. Your eyes slowly crack open. You’re not home. You’re nowhere that you would recognize.
As you assess your surroundings, you can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on. You just got attacked by some weird creatures in the park and then saved my some unknown person, who also might be trying to kill you as well. It’s too much to wrap your head around. So instead of trying to figure it out, you slide off of the couch you’re laid on and crawl around to hide behind the back.
The door. You need to find the nearest door and get out. You don’t know where you are and what you’re dealing with but you fear finding out will be more trouble than what it’s worth. Better to just run like hell and hope you find someone that can bring you to the nearest police station or fire station or something. Then again, how well did running work for you last time?
You spot the door on the far end of the room, and with no one around, you try to make a dash for it. At least you thought there was no one in the room.
“She’s awake.”
You jump out of your skin when you see a figure lingering in the corner of the room. Slowly, he emerges from the shadows, the expression on his face neutral and intimidating, but nothing like what you encountered earlier that night. No red eyes. No fangs as far you can see. Just a stranger, and that’s scary enough.
“Calm down. I can hear your heart beating a mile a minute.”
Got it. So maybe not normal.
“Bring her to Jungwon. He’s been waiting for her to wake up,” says another.
“Wait hold on.” You try to back away to safety before hitting a hard body. Spinning around on your heels, you’re faced with another person.
“Relax. We don’t bite.” But that reassurance is much harder to believe when he flashes a smile and two fangs are glinting at you.
Model-like features don’t make up for the fact that you were almost knocking on death’s door a while back. Even if these guys weren’t half as scary as the creatures you encountered before, you didn’t want to take your chances.
“Yah, don’t scare her.” One cuts their eyes at him before grabbing your wrist. He gives a less intimidating smile compared to the last one, but he was still scary by association. “Come on. Jungwon’s waiting. He’ll explain everything.”
There were a billion questions stuck on your mind. Like what were those things trying to kill you earlier? Where are you now? What were they? Why couldn’t they let you leave? All important things, but even the simplest of words felt impossible to voice, a lump of fear lodged in your throat.
This nice one must have sensed that apprehension as he walked you down the hall.
“Don’t worry. We’re not trying to kill you. Especially not him.”
After you met Jungwon, you wanted to say that was a lie, because it wasn’t even ten minutes after introducing himself to you and giving you the vaguest of rundowns did he have you pressed to the wall with a look that couldn’t be described as anything other than bloodlust. At least it seemed that way as he pinned you in place, his eyes glowing and his teeth intimidatingly sharp.
“I know you’re still very confused and you want to know more, but I’ve been holding myself back since I saved you earlier.” His breathing is labored as if he’s just run a marathon.
“Wha-” You couldn’t even ask what he meant before you felt the pain in your neck. It was too fast to anticipate, but the pain seared through your nervous system, burning at the point of impact until it transformed into something you never would have imagine. You gasped, your hands flying to his shoulders as your eyes squeezed shut. There was a flutter registering in your stomach.
“Oh my-” Every sentence broke under the pressure of his bite.
Jungwon groaned into your skin, the taste of your warm blood coating his tongue unlike anything he’s ever consumed before. Animals were above average at best, and the first humans before he learned to control his hunger were quite enjoyable. But nothing like this. This was immaculate. Ambrosian. Divine. Rapturous.
He could tell from the moment he caught you and you fell unconscious in his arms. He could smell it through thickness of the rain. That delicious smell thrumming in your veins. You were special. Your blood was special. Something worth killing for. Worth dying for.
You wouldn’t be able to live another day safely now that your existence was acknowledged. Everyone would be trying to hunt you, kill you, or sell you. It was only a matter of time before another group tried. So you were safer off here, even if it did seem so as Jungwon consumed you.
The light flutter grew to an incessant throbbing when he sucked down a mouthful. Your legs buckled and you almost fell if not for Jungwon pushing his knee there to hold you up. He didn’t want to let go yet. You would have to hold out a little longer.
Your eyes rolled back at the slight touch of the structured limb between your thighs and constrained moan rolls off your tongue. Maybe you should have tried a little to keep your wits about you. This man was still a stranger. You knew very little about him and his gang of friends. Getting off right now should be nowhere near the top of your list when regarding things to worry about. But somehow, you found yourself grinding down on the toned muscle of his thigh.
He grunted against your neck when he felt you moving against his leg. You were rocking your hips back and forth, your wet jeans now dampening his pants. There was discomfort on your end from being stuck in the wet material, but the pleasure was unmatched. You moved your body like there was no barriers between you and him, uncontrolled moans following with every movement.
Jungwon hated to admit it himself but he was getting hard from this. The euphoric feeling coursing through his system from your taste matched with your erotic display was too much of a stimulus. He had to force himself from your neck before he sucked you dry. He watched as your weight dropped forward a little when he pull away.
The euphoric pulsing in your head from Jungwon’s ravishment had ceased, but you were too far gone now. You gripped his shoulders as you rode his thigh with fervor, chasing your release until you seized up on him.
Jungwon ran his tongue over his lips, tasting the remainer of your blood while watching your bowed form surrender to the throes of pleasure. He ran a hand through his hair before reaching out to lift your head up.
Studying you closely, he asks, “Do you still want to know more?”
Truly, you didn’t. You would rather stay oblivious to the influx of information on vampires and blood wars and human auctions. You didn’t need to know about this world that comes to life at night. Your low end restaurant job felt a whole lot less shitty in comparison, but you were here now and there was no escaping your current circumstances. Some of which you didn’t mind. Particularly the hot vampire with your blood smeared at the edge of his mouth looking at you like a five-course meal.
Mustering up the courage, you nod and say, “Yes.”
Jungwon smiles, the tinge of red on his teeth doing something to you that earlier that night might have had you running for the hills.
“Good.”
Then he plucks you up with such ease that it couldn’t be described as anything other than inhumane. He sets you down on the dark sheets gently, but is quick contrast this delicacy when ripping your jeans and your shirt in seconds. He didn’t have the patience to peel away wet clothes when you were giving yourself to him so willingly.
Once he’s shucked off his own clothes, Jungwon crawls up the bed to you with a predatory look in his eyes. Your breathing shudders as he closes the distance.
Your subtle fear does things to him that he hasn’t thought of in who knows how many decades. He claims your lips in a kiss. The taste of blood. Your blood. It meets your tongue as he licks into your mouth. His erection bumps against your stomach when he grips your chin and opens your mouth more. He consumes you, leaving your head spinning in a sick thrill.
He can sense your need. Can taste it. It pools on his tongue when he nips your bottom lip and licks up the sliver of blood that seeps out.
He pulls his lips from yours before breathing out, “Ride me.”
“What,” you huff.
Jungwon’s face is tight as he looks down at you. You’re panting underneath him, your chest rising and falling as you look at him with those wide doe eyes as if he isn’t moments away from eating you alive.
He leans down impossibly close and mutters, “If I fuck you, I’ll break you.”
Something twisted rolls through your head and licks up your spine when he says that. He can see it all over your face, but he’s not even gonna let you test that theory.
Jungwon flips your positions, putting you on his lap with his cock nestled between your ass cheeks.
You feel the stiffness of his erection twitching against your ass. You give a soft push against it, feeling it slide against the curve of your bottom as you rock back. It was big. You didn’t have to see it to know that much, but you couldn’t help yourself from craning a look over your shoulder to admire it. A light gasp left your lips as you stared.
Precum beaded at the flushed tip. There was a prominent vein along the side that dragged down to his base. And he looked to be thicker than anything you’ve ever encountered before. Then again, he wasn’t human. For his kind, this could be average as far you knew.
“Put it in.” Jungwon’s words pull you out of your thoughts. He has that hungry look again, his patience fading.
The glimmer in eyes returns when you take him into your hand and finally position him underneath you. You then begin to sink down on his lap, and within the first few inches, you’re out of breath. Jungwon overestimated you. This was too much.
He hisses when your walls squeeze around him tightly. You could almost push him out if not for his hands firmly planted on your waist. He wasn’t letting you run from it. You could take more.
“I can help you,” he grunts when he notices your struggle to push any further.
“I’ve got it,” you huff, “Just- just give me a sec.”
But Jungwon is all out of time. He’s waited long enough just to taste you. He didn’t think it would progress this far, but now that it has, he’s surely not going back.
Reaching a hand up, he cranes your head to the side and pierces your skin once more. The sharp pain surprises you again, but it fades faster this time. As soon as the pleasure surfaces, Jungwon settles into the bite. He sucks in small amounts, hoping not to drain you, but still provide you with the euphoric jolt your body received earlier.
Your nails dig into his shoulders as his other hand carefully pushes you down on his lap. Bit by bit, he fills you up. Through every whine and moan from you, he leads you until there is no gap between your bodies.
“Oh fuck.” Your words are choked, partially from Jungwon attached to your neck and another part from feeling so full. Jungwon settles deep in your pussy, a bulge producing where he sits inside of you. It could be the loss of blood contributing to your hypersensitivity, but before you know it, you’re clenching around him once more and you’re shuddering on his cock.
Jungwon feels your quakes and removes his fangs from your necks. Rivulets of blood roll from the puncture marks down to your chest. He’s tempted to latch his teeth there as well, but he will give you a break for now.
“Ride me,” he commands once more. Nevermind that your body is still trying to work through your last orgasm. He needed you to get moving.
And he was almost convinced, he would have to do all the work but you tighten your hold on his shoulders and begin raising your shaky hips. When you feel that vicious vein rub against your walls, you release a wicked noise, and then drop down again. He provides you with a satisfied look when you comply. Like meek prey giving in to a harsh predator, you bend to his will.
It’s something so horrifyingly beautiful watching a human bend and break to chase their pleasure. To chase that carnal desire that makes them no different from vampires. You crave to climax just as he craves to consume you.
His fangs itch when you arch your back and press your chest into him. That blood seeping from your neck now smears between your bodies, dilluting with the mixture of sweat and bodily fluids. He draws his fingers up your spine and pushes them into your hair. You scream when he rips your head back, the shock gripping you more than the pain. His eyes aren’t just glowing anymore. They’re blood red. Similar to that of the vampires who almost killed you.
Jungwon ruts into you, pushing his cock deep inside your walls. He watches you shiver, your body unsure if it wants to run from him or beg for more.
“Tell me,” Jungwon starts, his hips moving pleasantly, “How much do you want to know?” He punctuates his monologue with deep thrusts, meeting your bounces halfway.
“This world. It’s nothing like that of humans. Death lurks around every corner. Nowhere is safe. The night is full of creatures you have yet to know. Many that want your life. Your blood. Your body. Your soul.” He grunts with each push.
“They want nothing more than to corrupt you and make you like them. Dark. Inhumane. Immoral.”
The smell of blood clings to Jungwon as he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. “How much do you want to know? What is it worth?”
You shiver when he licks against the open wound. He nips the skin in wait of your answer.
A beat. A moment. That’s all it takes for you to contemplate his question.
“Everything.”
Jungwon’s digging inside of you, in more ways than one. His small swallows turn to heavy gulps. You gasp as he drives his hips up, all sound escaping you as he bleeds you dry. You grip at his shoulders, the bliss wracking your form too much to manage.
“Ugh, Jungwon,” you manage to choke out as your orgasm grows close again.
He doesn’t respond. He only clamps down harder on your neck, your taste integrating itself into his system, infiltrating every part of him that he didn’t know craved you so immensely. You’re a drug. So addicting he’s on the verge of consuming you whole. He groans when your nails pierce through his skin and your pussy clenches around him like a vice.
Only a little longer. That’s all he needs from you.
You, however, aren’t sure how much longer you can last. Between the pleasure of Jungwon’s cock and his incessent blood-sucking, you’re about to break. Your body burns as Jungwon drinks from you, a heavy throb coarsing through you from every suck. You were highly overstimulated from the two sensations, not sure how much more you had to give.
With the last gasped breaths you could muster, your eyes rolled up and your body seized in Jungwon’s arms. He hummed, pleased by your reaction as you pushed through your final orgasm. You wailed and gripped at him, no longer able to handle anymore from him. Your head was spinning and your body felt heavy. You couldn’t hold yourself up either. He was supporting all of your weight in his arms as he took down his final gulps. Your hands lost all strength on his shoulders and you couldn’t produce much noise but a short wheeze of air.
He watched the light slowly fade from you while he bit down on his inner wrist. As the waning flicker in your eyes dimmed, Jungwon brings the mauled wrist to your lips. He coaxes you to drink from his arm, assessing you closely for a few short moments.
You can barely latch on for the first minutes seeing as life is still a struggle to cling onto. But once you can muster the strength to grab on, you reach out from him and hold strong. You moan into his wrist as you swallow down the blood and he groans in return, the feel of your lips around his skin doing something to him.
Jungwon curses as you look at him, the once soft warmth in your eyes now replaced with a sharp glimmer. It’s cataclysmic. The feeling that rolls over him as he buries his cum deep inside you. He huffs while manuevering his hips to feed you all that he has to give, unable to look away from the erotic display that is you feasting from his flesh.
Blood coats your lips when you finally pull away. A new form of life has taken ahold of you, and Jungwon can’t help the sick pride flaring on his back knowing he was the one who gave it to you. He’s corrupted you through and through.
Jungwon seizes forward, pushing you down underneath him. His lips catch yours and he immediately is greeted with the taste of his own blood. Nothing comparable to yours, he believes. The two bloods marry between the heated kiss as lips tangle and tongues meet. You moan in sync and claw for each other. Both of your hands fly for any body part within reach.
When Jungwon sits up, he takes one look at you with a toothy grin.
“I can finally break you.”