RETURNED FROM HIATUS

Lust: disordered desire for or inordinate enjoyment of sexual pleasure

Jung Wooyoung

He fucks for fun. He fucks for the thrill and the high alone. He gets drunk off his own pleasure and doubles off of your own.

Pressed against the wall, legs wrapped tight around his waist, your hands held tight purchase on the black jagged horns that protruded from his skull. His hands envelop your waist in a possessive hold, his thick cock splitting you open over and over and over. Your wetness leaks down your legs each time he drives his dick so deep into you, you stop breathing.

His horns are so sharp that they leave cuts on your palms when he drives you further up the wall with each deep thrust. He’s growling with a wicked smile on his face, his gaze glued to the way your pussy desperately sucks him back in every time he pulls his hips back.

“Fuck look at you, take it.” Wooyoung groans, running his tongue over his top teeth, your moans catching when his fat tip runs over that sweet spot deep into your belly. Your legs shake around him, and your eyelids flutter pathetically when he dips his head down to lick a wet stripe up the side of your throat, and you could feel the way the fork of his tongue splits over your Adam’s apple.

“Such a sweet little thing, taking cock like a whore. My little whore… wish I could take you with me.” He moans around a laugh and pushes his cock deeper into you with a slow grind, smiling when he feels your poor cunt clench around him like a vice.

“Drag you down with me,” he whispers against your ear sweetly, a stark contrast to the mean way he bullies his dick into your guts. “Chain you up, so I can use you whenever I feel like it.”

Agile, deep strokes, every push and pull of his hips has your brain melting like ice. “And trust me, baby, I feel like it all the time.”

The force of his hips is leaving mean red marks on your inner thighs, and he hikes you further up the wall with a grunt as he purrs lowly when he feels you cum around his cock, a thin creamy ring forming at the base of his length.

“Fuck you’re so nasty, this what you wanted?” He breathes, admiring the way your blood spills down your wrists along your arms every time your grip on his horns tightens. You just couldn’t help yourself; it was too much.

“I might break you doll, you don’t mind do ya?” When you don’t answer with words and only broken cries and moans, Wooyoung decided that you didn’t care if you broke, and all you cared about was cumming. He tends to have that effect on humans, reducing their brains to pleasure-driven mush, fucking the thoughts and the morals out of their weak, pliant bodies.

It’s how he liked it anyway.

“Don’t care what you think anyway,” he bites, rolling his hips nice and deep, and your breath stutters. “I’d fuck you until the sun burns me alive just to keep hearing that beautiful voice.”

He’s had you in every position imaginable, for endless, mind breaking hours, and you were out of it by time he was called back to hell. Bloodied, numb, and positively satisfied.

He made sure to leave a permanent mark on your bruised body; he likes to think of it as a speed dial. Next time you want him to snap you in half, all you have to do was think about him, and he’d be there.

It’s probably a mistake, but Wooyoung didn’t care if you end up regretting it; he just couldn’t get enough of you.

Greed: the immoderate love or desire for riches and earthly possessions

Choi San

One could argue, pussy is, in fact, an earthly possession. And San would drown in yours if he could die.

Laid on your sheets, writhing, squirming, sobbing in absolute bliss as his long, thick, split tongue explores every nook and cranny of your cunt. Slipping out of your stretched cunt to suckle on your clit with deep, wet groans, drinking every sick gush of your arousal like it was keeping his blood pumping.

“Such a sweet fucking pussy…” he moans, words muffled as he can’t spend a second away from your dribbling cunt, addicted to your taste and the way your walls squeeze around his tongue when he presses the end of the muscle up against your g-spot.

His clawed hands grip your hips, his sharp nails digging into the bone, pinning your lower body down so you can’t move, forcing you to stay still while he eats. One hand grips his left horn, your other clawing at his hand that digs into your hips, attempting to ground yourself as he takes all of you in his mouth, loud, wet, obscene slurps that were embarrassing to listen to.

“F-fuck-!” You cry, your thighs vibrating against the sheets as San’s long, imposing tongue works your pussy out like he’s playing a game. It felt so good it hurts, your entire body blooming with an overwhelming heat that makes your toes curl and your mouth pool with drool.

“C’mon slut,” he growls into your cunt, the vibrations of his voice sending shocks through your body. “You're gonna cum until you run dry, I want every bit, taste so fucking amazing.”

One hand leaves your hip, only to replace it with his other arm, pressing his entire arm against your hips and holding you down that way. His now free hand finds its way to your entrance, sliding a finger inside your slippery cunt with ease, his finger slides right beneath his tongue inside of you, and your back arches and your moan breaks in your throat.

He laughs breathlessly when your entire body shivers as another orgasm crashes over you, your pussy gushing all around his tongue and all over his face. “Fuck there it is. Such an obedient little girl.”

And of course he doesn’t stop, gulping obscenely, his throat bobbing each time he swallows another mouthful of your juices.

San slips a second finger into your cunt, slithering his tongue out of you and wrapping it around your puffy clit. His fingers press up against your walls, slow come-hither motions that make your stomach cave in, all the while his tongue tugs and swirls around your clit.

“My my, I’m surprised you haven’t passed out on me.” He laughs, his heavy eyes watching the way your face contorts, and your mouth falls open in drunken whines. “That’s not an invitation. Stay with me, you’re much prettier cumming awake than unconscious.”

He drags countless orgasm after orgasm out of you, all with just his tongue, his warm, hot mouth, his fangs gently scratching your clit whenever he suctions his soft lips to it.

It’s all too much, and it makes San feel drunk.

He’s addicted, and he wants you to get just as addicted as him so he can come back anytime and feed on your sweet cunt until you die. He’ll sink his cum covered fangs into the plush flesh of your thighs and drink your blood with a deep groan, his body buzzing at your sweet taste all around.

San has always been a sugar fiend, and you were just the perfect indulgence.

Gluttony: over-indulgence and over-consumption of anything to the point of waste.

Song Mingi & Jeong Yunho

If you summon them with the intention of getting one, think again. You’re getting both, whether that’s what you wanted or not.

Mingi and Yunho are a package deal, no more and no less.

They don’t take turns; they take what they want, when they want, even if the chance of breaking their toy was rather high. But you could handle them. Two was always better than one anyway.

Mingi stands behind you, your back pressed to his chest, his thick, hard cock buried deep in your ass, Yunho stands in front of you, his chest pressed to your front as he slowly slides his cock in and out of your cunt. You feel so fucking full it’s insane, sandwiched between these bewitching demons, your thighs wrapped around Yunho’s waist, His hands holding your hips, Mingi’s hands holding under your arms, keeping your limp body upright as they use you like the toy you were to them.

Mingi’s thrust with slow, heavy strokes, while Yunho fucks your cunt like it would kill him to give it to you slowly. And all the whole, their warm lips are pressed against either side of your neck, dragging their glinting fangs against your sweat-slick skin, whispering in your ear with low purrs and deep coos.

Balls deep in your ass, Mingi moans against your skin. “So fucking tight, look at him, baby. Be a good fuckdoll and have some manners.”

Yunho, stroking your guts so deep your brain is shutting off with every thrust. “Didn’t think you’d get us both, huh, sweetheart? But you’ve got it, a big girl like you can handle us.”

Their hands roam aimlessly, squeezing your flesh and scratching your skin, littering your throat in bites, the contrasting paces of their strokes in your stretched holes making you spill drool down your chin. Held upright only by the force of their bodies pressing against either side of you, all you could do was stay between them and take their thick cocks like a good whore.

The tightness of your holes with the combined pressure of their cock on either side of you made their own head swim with pleasure, the softness of your body making their dicks only grow harder inside of you.

“Be careful, Yunho.” Mingi groans, forcing his cock deeper into your stretched hole, wincing at the tightness. “We just might snap her in half.”

Yunho laughs and moves his hand away from your hip to land a rough slap against your clit. Your entire body jerks between them, and a sad whine slips from your lips. “Look at her, she’d love that, wouldn’t you doll?” He whispers in your ear with a wicked grin, and you moan pathetically.

They begin cooing in either ear at the same time, and your brain overloads as their low voices overlap one another.

“Want us to fucking break you like a glow stick honey?”

“I’ll cum inside of you so much you’ll be leakin for weeks.”

“Think we should switch? Want me in your ass next slut?”

“Don’t really care what you want, you’ll like it no matter what we give you.”

“Such a beautiful whore, slick and obedient. My favorite.”

You’re so overwhelmed by their voice, their touch, their cocks, when you pass out from the stimulation, they keep using your limp, lifeless body until you’re awoken by their strokes, roughening, and their fangs sinking into your shoulders.

“There she is.” They groan at the same time against the shells of your ears, and they’re fucking you renewed vigor, and when you lock eyes with Mingi, you realize they had switched while you were blacked out.

You were in for a long night, and they would make sure to make the most out of it. They usually do end up breaking their dolls after they’re done playing with them, but you’re doing surprisingly well.

Best not to jinx it.

Wrath: uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, or hatred

Choi Jongho

He fucks with a rage that is borderline terrifying. Fucks your pussy like he hates you. When really he doesn’t, he’s more than grateful to have a sweet cunt like yours to beat up, but god does it really get to his head.

His rough hands wrapped around your neck, squeezing as he ruts his cock into you with mean precision, growling lowly each time the slap of skin hits his ears. Jongho smiles when your eyes roll, and your breathing slows. He squeezes just until the light starts to leave your eyes, letting you breathe just when you start to see the pearly gates, and every time it makes your orgasm hit harder than the last.

“Stupid bitch gets off on being treated like a fleshlight, huh?” He squeezes your jaw and rolls his hips into you, watching as the tears spill down your cheeks and down your neck.

Your body is littered in bruises and bites, Jongho taking the liberty of marking you up so rough you’d be sure to be sore for months to come, a burning reminder of how he put you in your place like the subhuman you were. Just an object to help him get off, and lord, were you sweet.

He also fucks your throat like oxygen wasn’t something you needed to live. His balls slapping against your chin as he drives his cock deep in your mouth, your sad gagging only making him want to blow a load down your throat and watch you swallow it like you were hungry. His hand buried deep in your hair when he forces you to your knees so you could suck him off like he was your god.

He’ll use your hair as leverage to help piston his throbbing cock down your throat, giving you only a mere second to breathe before he fucking your mouth like it’s a second cunt. Ruthless and unforgiving, Jongho has no mercy with humans, as he finds the disposable, there will always be another one. But you were pliable. Flexible and resilient, he might be able to use you a few more times before your body gives out.

He’ll reward you with a few slaps to your cunt while he bullies his cock into you once again, the muscle in his jaw ticking in anticipation when he feels your body convulse like you were in heat, cumming around him with a sharp cry.

“Slutty girl can still cum from being treated like a set of holes? You’re disgusting.” And it only makes him want to fuck you harder, and of course, he does.

His thin black tail slips around your body and wraps around your throat, his arms idle at his side when he rolls his body into you, his cock kisses spots so deep it feels like he is in your bones. His spaded tail squeezed the base of your throat perfectly, your vision tunneling as you felt yourself teetering to another orgasm.

“Fuckin’ whore.” He growls under his breath, trying to mask the way your tight pussy makes his entire body vibrate with pleasure. He’ll smack you around a few time to make sure you haven’t blacked out on him.

It’s no fun to fuck them while they aren’t on earth, he likes watching you cry.

Jongho wouldn’t admit that you were one of the favorites that have ever summoned him in his countless years of existence, but you took his cock so fucking good it was hard to ignore it.

So when he finally decides that he wants to keep you alive, he lets you rest, just so he can have you at full strength next time he craves your body. So he can fuck you longer, fuck you harder, really push you past your limits.

He wants you ruined before he’s had all his fun with you. He gets all the uses he can out of his toys before he disposes of them, and you were certainly no exception.

Sloth: laziness as is manifested by the willful avoidance of work

Kang Yeosang

He likes to watch you work for him. He likes to watch your desperation for him to give you what you want. You summoned him after all, show him how bad you need it.

He sits back on the chair, lazily resting his cheek on his fist as he watches you wrap your pretty soft lips around his sizable cock, your hand wrapped around the bottom part of his shaft as you drool all over his dick.

Your eyes water as you attempt to take him down your throat. Yeosang’s hand gently strokes your head like you were a puppy, coaxing you and encouraging you to take more of him, subtly pushing your head further down the length of him.

“C’mon, don’t be shy, show me how much of a slut I know you are.”

You obey like the whore you are, taking him further into your mouth, gagging when he hits the back of your throat. He twitches against your tongue, and you hear his breath hitch slightly.

“Atta girl…” Yeosang growls, gripping locks of your hair and pushing your head up and down his cock, fucking your mouth lazily. “That’s more like it.”

You swirl your tongue around his tip, every time he pulls your head back up, gagging each time he pushes you back down. His claws dig into your scalp, and you can see the way his tail twitches behind him in bliss.

When he thinks you’ve proved yourself enough, he’ll have you ride his cock. Sitting yourself down on his dick and gasping when he fills you to the brim, so huge it nearly hurts. He hands leisurely massages your hips, gently urging your body to grind down on his cock. You rock your hips slowly, feeling so full that it makes your breath stutter.

“You can do better than that, sweetheart.” Yeosang clicks his tongue and digs his claws into your hip. “Don’t get lazy.”

You inhale and slowly lift your hips, your cunt sliding up the length of him with a slick sound, before dropping back down on it with a plap. Yeosang’s mouth spreads into a sick grin, pleased with you as you begin setting a slow pace, riding his dick so prettily.

“Yeah…” he sighs and lets his head loll back, his sharp jawline on clear display. “Such good listening, slut. Work for me…”

You bounce on his cock, a desperate, filthy mess as you chase your own high with his twitching length. Each time you slide back down, a fresh gush of arousal coats his bare thighs.

He’ll eventually help you out, slipping his thumb over your clit and slowly thrusting his hips up to match your bouncing. You cry aloud when his tip ruts against that spot over and over, and your hands dig into his shoulders as he helps you out.

“Pretty, perfect girl….” He moans around a dark laugh, grinding his hips up into your pussy. “Knew you wanted it bad.”

His forked tongue slips out of his mouth as he pulls you towards him, slotting his lips with yours and sliding his tongue down your throat. You choke as he ruts his hips harder up into you, all the while his tongue basically fucks your mouth.

“Such a needy bitch…” he slurs into your mouth, and you cry pathetically at his more than truthful words.

You’re cumming around him before you can think too much about it, and your walls quiver around him. He growls into your mouth, and he’s picking you up, shoving your back to the floor, and ravaging you.

“Yeah, you earned it, baby.” He slips his tongue out of your mouth and laves it all over your collarbones. “Take it slut, fucking take it.”

He ruts into you at a pace so intense you could barely breathe, and Yeosang’s low voice in your ear sends shockwaves to your lower tummy.

Hard work always pays off as most people say, and you were reaping your rewards with a drunk smile on your face.

Don’t worry, you have plenty more work to do tonight, but for now, he’ll let you lie back. Cause no matter what, he’s not giving that poor pussy a break until sunrise.

Pride: a sense of security with one's identity, performance, or accomplishments

Park Seonghwa

Seonghwa likes to watch himself fuck. He knows he’s beautiful, and he knows he looks amazing breaking in a slut like you.

So in front of a mirror, he had you bent over on your knees, your back arched below him as he bullies his cock into your pussy, your juices drooling onto the floor each time his hips smack against your ass.

Seonghwa’s eyes remain on the mirror, watching with earnestness at the way your face contorts each time his tip kisses the back of your cunt, his own body rolling with each stroke, his thin black tail curled around your waist to keep you arched as he drives his dick into you.

“Look at us, baby.” He smirks, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing with a groan. “Taking me so deep, so beautiful.”

He knows he’s good at fucking and he loves to make noise about it, proud of the way your voice breaks with each stroke, the way your eyebrows furrow when his tail tightens around your stomach, his hands on your hips as he pulls you back against his hips to match the momentum of his cock.

“Such a sweet, divine girl you are.” He praises lowly, slowing his thrusts to a deep grind, watching in the mirror how your slick falls to the floor in a shiny puddle between your thighs.

“You like watching yourself get split, baby?” He leans down and presses his lips to your ear, burying his dick even further into you. “You’re so fucking pretty…”

You whine abashedly, and Seonghwa chuckles, dragging his canines over your shoulder and to the side of your neck, licking and sucking dark marks into your shiny skin, his eyes remaining lifted to watch your expression shift and fall at each sensation.

He’ll eventually move so he has you spread in front of the mirror, so you can actually see in full the way his thick cock slips in and out of your creaming pussy, moving slowly and with enough purpose that you could hear and see everything. Every twitch and every drop of slick. The wet sheen you’ve left on his length.

Seonghwa watches, mesmerized by the way you suck him in greedily, your legs twitching at your sides as he manages to fuck you even deeper in this exposing position.

“Aren’t we beautiful?” He moans into your ear, and your whole body shivers. “I could watch my cock disappear inside of you all day.”

He finds your body art, every curve and every dip, perfect, molding to his body just right. You compliment him well, and it makes his chest swell, his ego thriving.

“Bet my cock would look so pretty coated in your cream.” He whispers against your throat, his strokes speeding up, your wetness helping him glide in and out with ease.

You shudder and cry out, clenching around him with a silent scream as you cum all over him, squirting all over the reflective glass of the full-length mirror, and Seonghwa laughs lowly against your ear.

“Fucking incredible.”

You couldn’t tell Seonghwa anything; his tail wraps around your body, the spade end of the appendage slowly circling your clit. It was too much, and your entire body was vibrating, bones and all.

Your hands desperately reach back to bury in his beautiful black hair, and Seonghwa groans against your ear when you tug nice and hard. His tip grazes that sweet spot over and over, and you feel like you're on the brink of insanity.

And Seonghwa found it absolutely alluring.

“Cum for me, baby,” he nips at your ear, and your body responds almost instantly. “Make a mess on my cock.”

He makes you watch yourself cum around him, his hand held your chin in his firm grip so you couldn’t look away from the mirror.

It was torture in the best way.

Envy: a feeling of discontent or resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck

Kim Hongjoong

Hongjoong doesn’t like the idea that you have let someone else have his cunt. He lays a sort of claim on girls the moment they summon him.

If they chose to summon him, they are immediately his. You belonged to him the moment you uttered his name, and he would drive it into your head for as long as needed.

Laying you flat on the ground, your stomach against the mattress, his body lying flat over your back as he fucks his cock into you so deep you feel it in your throat. Fucking load after load after load into you, your belly so full of his cum it spills out with a slick squelch with every stroke.

“Mine…” he groans against your ear, his arm curled around your throat, a possessive headlock that makes your brain fuzzy. “Mine, mine…”

Your belly is warm, his cock rubbing spots you didn’t even know you had in this prone position, you could feel anything and everything.

“My pussy, my mouth, my body, my soul…” he giggles lowly against your throat and sinks his sharp teeth into your flesh, groaning when your blood floods his tongue.

The arm around the front of your neck tightens, his cock throbs harder inside of you as he drinks from your neck, all the while his thrusts never slow, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into your body.

“You’ve given yourself to me, love. I own you.”

You’re so unbelievably cockdrunk you couldn’t even argue if you tried, nodding dumbly as he lays his claim on you.

“Yeah… all mine, baby.” He kisses the leaking bite mark on your neck, running his warm forked tongue over the wound. He rolls his hips, grinding his cock into your slick pussy, whining lowly when you clench so hard around him he thinks your cumming.

Good, the more you cum, the more you belong to him.

And when you can both feel the way his cock is so big it bulges through the flesh of your stomach, he nearly loses it.

“Keep cumming slut, don’t stop. Give yourself to me.” Hongjoong whispers filthy sweet nothings in your ears, and you swear you were drowning in his voice, and you could die happy here, and you were sure you would die fulfilled. And full.

“Gonna make you carry my babies,” he promises against your skin as he fucks another load into your body. “You’ll look so beautiful swelling with my children.”

Your brain wasn’t comprehending anything he was saying to you, and Hongjoong thought you were so adorable. So dumb and so pliant. You didn’t need your brain anyway; it was useless.

His tail wraps around your ankle and keeps your legs still as the pleasure makes your body shake beneath him, and he only laughs at your patheticness.

“Never gonna let you go. The other guys might not be able to take you back home, but I’ll drag you back to hell even if it kills me.”

You moan aloud and shatter around his cock again, and it only solidifies his plan to steal you away from the mortal realm.

He was sure nobody would miss you, lonely little girl.

You’d be right at home with him.