hinata notices that there’s something off about you when you hand him his bottle of water at the match. your fingertips are cold, clammy, but your cheeks are heated and you’re sweating.
“y/n,” he wonders, taking a long sip of his water, “are you feeling okay?”
you laugh awkwardly, but he doesn’t miss the way that your thighs rub together. “i-i’m fine!” you assure him, “it’s just, um, a little cold in here?”
but he knows the look on your face, can smell the pheromones radiating off of you in waves. he’s sure everyone else can smell them, too, with the way that sakusa keeps scrunching his nose and bokuto is quieter.
when you’re not watching, he wipes his sweat on his jacket, scenting it, and decides that he won’t take his mandated dose of rut suppressants after the game, either. the adrenaline rush from a match usually kicks alpha players into a rut-like state, but he thinks, if you’re in heat, maybe you need this.
“y/n! here!” he says, running over to you and pressing the jacket into your hands, “wear this until you’re warm, okay?”
you nod, reluctantly slipping your arms through it, but you regret it the instant that his scent overwhelms you. his pheromones make your body react almost instantly.
you try to hold back a moan, letting your fingers drag discretely over your clothed pussy. you can only faintly hear the cheers in the stadium, can barely focus on the way hinata’s running around the court, focused only on the throb between your legs, the sensitive tips of your breasts.
the thought that nobody would notice if you made yourself cum, right there on the bench, crosses your mind. but hinata spikes the ball at that moment, forcing a whimper out of your mouth as his hand connects, and you can’t move your eyes away.
you sit as quietly as you can through the game, holding back whimpers each time hinata’s thighs strain against the fabric of his shorts as he jumps, or every time he slams the ball and you can feel the vibration of his spike on the bench.
the game ends, and you’re almost feverish at this point.
hinata sits with you on the bus ride back to the hotel. you wonder if it’s your imagination, or if he’s really pushing his thigh against you, caging you between the window and his body.
but the scent of his jacket lulls you into a daze, so you let him press against you, your head falling onto his shoulder.
when you wake up, you’re already back at the hotel. but when you look around, your vision hazy, you don’t recognize your stuff. instead, you fixate on the #21 emblazoned on the jersey strewn across the back of the chair.
the throb between your legs is worse, you think, but now you’re thoroughly warm. you’re nestled in a mountain of blankets that smell exactly like the jacket, scented so heavily with hinata’s pheromones that you’re dizzy.
you realize, then, that hinata himself is beside you, his legs clamped over your body. you’re hot, sweating now, his body heat like a furnace streaming through the blankets.
“oh!” he grins, pushing the blanket covering your lips down, “you’re awake!”
you hum in affirmation, sounding almost like a moan, and burrow deeper into the sheets. he must not have showered after the game, because you can smell the sweat so clearly that you think you can taste it on your tongue.
“how are you feeling?” he presses, his big eyes blinking at you, “you’re in your heat right?”
your heart starts to pound. “h-how did you know?”
he slowly starts to unravel the blankets around you, letting you see how he’d undressed you down to your msby t-shirt and panties. “i can tell,” he grins, lifting the hem to expose the puddle of slick that had formed under you, “and you know, i didn’t take my suppressants, either.”
“b-but,” you protest as he starts to run his thick fingers over your sticky panties, “you—ah!—have to—”
you can’t believe you didn’t notice that hinata hadn’t come to you for his dose. you briefly remember handing the specified doses to sakusa and bokuto, who almost always get pulled into a rut after an intense match, but maybe you’d been so distracted by your own heat that you hadn’t double checked to see if everyone had gotten one.
your hips buck when he presses particularly hard on your clit.
“i thought maybe i could help you,” he says cheerfully, as if he hadn’t carried you off while you were knocked out.
as if he read your mind, he murmurs, “nobody saw us, i promise,” as he nuzzles his nose into the sensitive skin of your neck.
you can’t hold back your moans anymore when he slips a thick finger inside you. it glides in easily, as if you’re sucking him in, and you can feel hinata getting more and more excited. his pheromones roll off of him in waves, in bursts, as he pushes another finger inside, as they go deeper.
you’re so dizzy now, so wanton. you vaguely feel him pressing open mouthed kisses on your collarbone, up the column of your neck, prying your lips open so he can glide his tongue over yours. you suck in a breath of air when he releases you just for a moment, to look into his eyes.
“i want you so bad,” he confesses, raspy, almost whining.
you feel his warm hand glide under your thigh, tilting you up towards him, opening your body to his advances.
“shoyo, please,” you beg, digging your fingers into his back.
he groans when he hears your voice, so sweet, pleading. he pulls off your panties, soggy with your slick, and presses the head of his cock between your lips. the warmth of his skin makes you melt, making it so easy to sink into him.
he starts to thrust, filling you every time his hips pushed forward, stretching you to accommodate his size. you cry, the feeling of his tip pushing against your cervix so intense. he pushes your knees up to your chest, his big hands pressing you down.
“i’m—” he gasps, pressing his forehead against yours, “…not sorry, you know?”
you’re confused, wondering what he’s apologizing for when you feel this good. but then you feel the base of his shaft swelling, plugging you until you can’t move anymore.
“no—!” you squeal, “you can’t—”
he ignores you, his tongue swiping over your hard nipple. he latches onto them, sucking so persistently that you feel like you might have been lactating. you’re so sensitive all over that you wouldn’t be surprised.
“but your heat,” he protests, now firmly lodged inside you, as if to stay.
your breathing quickens when you realize there’s no going back. hinata wasn’t just trying to suspend your heat, but to end it, to link it with his cycle. he was bonding himself to you, forever, and you could already feel the effects. you let your tongue slide out of your mouth, asking him to mix his saliva with yours.
and he obliges, enthusiastically, pressing himself deeper inside your womb as he brings his face back up to meet yours.
when he pulls away, your face is hot, feverish. you’re primed, ready, your slick coming out of you in rivulets, smearing over hinata’s strong thighs. you tilt your head to the side, exposing your neck, as if in a trance. he made you feel so good.
“i love you so much, y/n,” he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper, and dips down to rake his front teeth over your pulse.
the feeling when his teeth sink into your flesh rolls over you slowly, your pussy tightening around his knot in response. he groans, biting you harder, until there’s red flowing down your chest. you cum then, spasming around his thick cock, breathing his name until you can’t breathe anymore.
“shoyo,” you breathe, cupping your hand around his cheek, letting him lean into you. you smile weakly as you swipe the blood from the corner of his mouth away.
“let me pull out slowly, okay?” he assures you, easing his swollen cock from your hole.
you whine as his milk flows out of your pussy, mixing with your slick. the empty feeling in the pit of your stomach feels like it’s never going to go away, as if you’ll need him inside you for the rest of your life. you wonder if this is what mating is like.
hinata seems to feel the same way, already pressing two fingers into you again.
I appreciate, at least, that they gave the dragon with the vore kink a vore mouth
I’M JUST SAYING
~~~
As someone who’s not actually into vore, I’m going to rate FFXIV’s dragons based on their vore mouth quality:
Tiamat:
She’s got this beak-like thing going on. Tiny teeth, thin muzzle, all around not good for vore. 4/10. Would have been 3/10, but I just think she’s neat.
Midgardsormr:
His mouth scares the absolute crap out of me because it continues down his neck and that’s fucked up. Also I feel like it would be too easy to fall out the sides. Plus that’s just too many teeth. It’s just too many. This isn’t a vore mouth, this is a snuff mouth. 1/10.
Midgardsormr 2.0:
Suitable only for voring ants. Maybe he could eat a moth or a small frog. I’m not even convinced he has teeth in this form. 4/10, because I think it’d tickle if he tried to chomp on your finger, so at least the failure would be cute.
Nidhogg:
Nidhogg’s mouth is horrible, frankly. Gross, in fact. Also a snuff mouth, but with the added detractor of being attached to Nidhogg himself. -3/10
Vidofnir:
Vidofnir deserves better than to be part of this post, but alas, she’s got a decent vore mouth. Should go to her yearly dentist appointment for a basic cleaning, though. A little small, probably only suited for lalafell use. Solid 6/10
Shinryu:
Ugly teeth, too big to be satisfying, no visible tongue. I hate the retract/extend thing his teeth do. Please see a dentist. 3/10. He gets a bonus point because I like his hair, even if his mouth is an absolute disaster.
Bismarck:
Not actually a dragon, but he gets an honorable mention for the extremely horny vore mouth from the failure sequence, where he literally eats you and you die:
9/10. He loses a point for not being a dragon.
Hraesvelgr:
Roomy person sized space, fully rendered tongue and soft palate, clean and horny teeth. There’s a moment in one of his scenes where you can just let him stand there and pant threateningly at you, showing off the entire inside of his mouth, for as long as you want ;) Perfect for pausing and admiring everything he has to offer.
Plus he actually for real ate his girlfriend and managed to spin that into a romantic sob story. 13/10
atsumu decides, in an effort to support his old teammates, to start bringing you to watch msby matches sometimes. he gets you a custom-made msby cheer outfit that's a little too small, a little too short, and enjoys watching you prance around, bouncing tits and creamy thighs on display.
it's only been a year since he retired from pro play, but nothing gets him more riled up than the sound of the crowd and the smack of the ball.
atsumu likes the expression on his teammates' face when you get flustered under their attention, used to only showing off for your uncle, especially hinata who looked like he'll combust if you give him any more looks.
"is that your niece?" meian asks, wondering why atsumu isn't trying more to hide your modesty from his salivating teammates. he also notices that osamu wasn't here today.
"yeah," atsumu replies a little too enthusiastically, "isn't she hot?"
meian's fucked his share of beautiful girls, but even he thinks that there is something hot about the obvious arousal on atsumu's face when he looks at his own niece. he never misses the way bokuto's readjusting himself in his shorts, or the way that even adriah and oliver can't keep their eyes off of you. inunaki and hinata are almost panting after you.
those are your first interactions with his teammates.
you're spending a quiet weekend with your uncle when his former teammates ask him to meet up, and he asks you to come with him.
atsumu thinks it'd be cute if you wore the same cheer outfit. but just like your swimsuit, it doesn't fit the same way it did, not after two years of university.
you pull on the hem of the cropped shirt, digging into the skin under your breasts. the band of the skirt is also digging into your hips, and the amount of skin showing from the tops of your thighs makes you uncomfortable as you step onto the sidewalk, out of atsumu's car.
they're gathered at meian's home, and by the time you two walk in, they're visibly drunk. there's beer cans strewn throughout the room, and hinata looks like he's already tipping over in his seat.
"not fair," atsumu whines, "you guys got started without us."
you shyly peek from behind your uncle's shoulder, murmuring, "thank you for having me."
"nah," adriah replies loudly, "we're lucky to have you, a couple of old men like us."
"speak for yourself!" hinata moans, his voice muffled from laying his head down on the table.
they nestle you around the table, atsumu on one side, and inunaki on the other. he has kind eyes, and cracks open a can of beer for you. go on, he mouths, smiling at you. sometimes he palms the soft skin of your thigh when he thinks your uncle isn't looking, or brushes the side of your breasts with his arm.
atsumu's teammates are friendly, but it was evident that they were not treating you as a friend. they took care of your needs, getting up when you needed a napkin, feeding you snacks, refilling your drinks. they let you sit pretty, as if you were there only to be looked at.
"i gotta pee," hinata murmurs, raising his flushed face, leaning back on his arms, "what's taking bokuto-san so long..."
"just do it here," atsumu waves his hand, as if it was no big deal, pointing to you, "...on her."
everything falls silent, and you realize that they're all looking at you. you instinctively sit up straighter, thrusting your chest up, widening your hips. you can't hear anything but your heart racing.
they're waiting for you to answer, you think.
"y-you can do it on me, hinata-kun," you say meekly, lowering your eyes, "...and anyone else, if you need..."
you slowly crawl to hinata, who's just over to the side, and settle on your knees at his feet. atsumu's watching you with a smirk on his face, proud of how easily you had accepted your position.
hinata looks dazed for a moment, but he stumbles to his feet, standing over you, and starts to tug his shorts down. someone whistles in the background, encouraging him.
"mouth open, sweetheart," atsumu reminds you.
you obey, slacking your jaw, and rolling out your tongue. hinata pulls out his limp cock and holds it out over you. without hesitation, he starts to piss, letting it stream over your face, dripping down onto your clothes, soaking through your shirt.
"ahh," he sighs, leaning his head back, "thanks, yn-chan."
you lick your lips when he's done, and hinata tucks himself back into his shorts. you sit still until the cold air makes your nipples hard, until someone else stands up.
"alright," you hear someone say, "me too."
your breath hitches when you realize it's captain meian. from your view he's huge, broader than hinata, taller than uncle atsumu. your eyelids flutter closed, and you open your mouth. you hear the shuffle of his clothes and then it's silent.
"look at me," meian demands, in a much different tone than atsumu.
you open your eyes, and he's even closer than you remember, the tip almost pressing against your nose.
his cock is so hard, veins straining against his skin, the head a deep red. his piss streams over your face, stopping and starting again at random. it was more humiliating this way, constantly waiting for the next spray.
your white shirt is see through now, your nipples poking through quite obviously. atsumu reaches over nonchalantly, pushing the fabric over your tits, showing off to everyone there.
meian finishes, gripping his cock with a tight fist.
"clean it off," he orders.
you look at your uncle, and he tips his chin in approval. you crawl closer to meian and slowly wrap your lips around him. he clamps his hand over the back of your head, pushing you down all the way. the force takes you by surprise and you gag, tears brimming.
meian is different from atsumu. he strokes his cock slower, steadier. and every time he hits the back of your throat, you feel it in your whole body.
you hear the rustling of clothes around you, and you can only assume that at least two of them are jerking off to you lewdly sucking off their captain.
meian holds you down when he cums, spurting directly down your throat, not letting you breathe. you gasp when he lets you go, falling onto your hands and coughing lightly.
you feel your skirt being lifted from behind, and cum spurting over the back of your thighs.
"good girl," he tells you, looking at atsumu, who's watching oliver and adriah finish on your backside.
atsumu chuckles, "of course she is."
he gets up from his seat, coming over to you as meian steps away. he caresses your face, damp from his teammates' piss, and smiles at you.
"are ya tired, baby?" he asks softly, letting you lean on his palm.
you nod, "yeah, daddy."
no one blinks at the endearment. it slips out when you're dazed, under his hold, when you've been used like this. you forget about your dad, and atsumu relishes taking osamu's place in your life temporarily, just like this.
"hey, hey," bokuto pouts, "you guys are already done? i didn't even get a turn!"
"get in line," inunaki grumbles, adjusting himself in his shorts.
atsumu fixes your shirt and gathers you up in his arms, his expression softening when he sees how sleepy you are. meian returns with one of his big sweaters, draping it over you, over your soiled clothes.
"what do ya say, baby? will ya let bokkun and inu-san get their turn next time?" your uncle teases with a grin.
you let the feeling of being vulnerable, and then of being wrapped up atsumu's arms settle into your body. you think of how soft inunaki's palm is against your thigh, how big bokuto's body is, and you nod.
Actually I’m not going to shut up thanks for enabling me anon but basically I think Reo’s pathetic desperation is extremely endearing. Nagireo’s codependency on each other just makes for such an interesting dynamic especially when you consider how they’ve only known each other for a relatively short time but it doesn’t feel that way - except for the fact that they literally can’t communicate to save their lives. They play so well together but they also don’t understand each other. That dual capacity for extreme scenarios at both ends of the spectrum, both good and bad, has so much potential to be explored it makes me crazy.
‘I’m going to make him say he needs me’ - okay king!
how it's after you've run again, after he's brought you down to the forest floor, to the soft loam covered in thick mosses. how he licks at your neck to taste the salt of your sweat and you call him knives and he cannot stand the way it sounds in your mouth. how he kisses it off your tongue, takes all the sharp edges of it from your mouth, and gives you a new name to say.
tags: filming, exhibitionism, nudes, humiliation, degradation, masturbation, ahegao, body writing, use of daddy
shidou was bored without you at his away games.
no matter what time it was for you, your boyfriend would call you as he was coming down from the high of being on the field, and you would always answer, no matter how deep in sleep you were.
"hey baby," he grins when you answer the phone, your eyes drooping, "you awake for me?"
you nod, letting out a small mhm.
"c'mon," he urges, "show me what's under those silk pjs i bought you."
you blush, hiding your face in your pillow as you slowly lower your camera, bringing up the hem of your shirt to expose your belly, the swell of your breasts.
"fuck yeah, sweetheart," he encourages you, and you hear him shuffling, tugging his pants down, grunting, "let me see it..."
you slowly sit up, keeping the camera on you. shidou groans loudly when the motion makes your tits bounce. you know he likes it when you tease him just a little, bringing the hem down just a little to cover your nipples.
"take it off," he grunts, and you can hear him working his cock in his fist now.
you obey, getting on your knees and propping your phone on the stand next to your bed, the one you keep there for this purpose. he groans as you stretch to pull the shirt over your head, mesmerized by the lines of your body.
you tug the silky shorts down, kicking them to the floor, leaving you in just a thong. shidou loves it when you look cute, with the little bow at the front, the material barely covering your pussy.
"like that, baby?" you ask, biting your lip, wanting his approval.
"yeah babe, you're so fucking hot," he growls and sits up, moving closer to the camera, "you know what to do next."
you nod again, letting out another mmhm, as you grab the tube of lipstick from your nightstand. it's in his favorite shade of electric pink, just like his hair. you lick your lips as you uncap it, arching your back as you twist the product up.
just like you've done so many times before, you start to draw on your skin, right on the swell of your tits.
"property of..." you mumble, sticking your tongue out, "...shidou ryusei."
you purposely drag the lines of the characters down so that it barely grazes your nipple. you look to him from beneath his lashes, and the bliss on his face tells you everything you need to know.
"that's a good girl," he praises, toothy grin on his face.
he brings his camera down. "look how fucking hard you got me," he tells you, fisting his cock, "nothing gets me more turned on than the sight of you, baby."
you whimper, seeing how red the head of his cock was, how tightly his hand was wrapped around the shaft. the bead of precum right at the tip makes you salivate.
"thank you, daddy," you say timidly, rubbing your thighs together to offset your arousal.
you're not allowed to cum until he does, you know, but sometimes it's hard. he's jerking himself off so roughly now that you can hear the slick of his hand against his skin, wishing you could be kneeling in front of him right now.
"come on, baby, show me you're ready for my cum," he says, and you open your mouth wide, lolling your tongue out.
"ahhh, wider," he tells you, and you do just as you're told, imagining you were about to take his fat cock into the back of your throat.
the saliva is pooling at the tip of your tongue now, dripping onto your thighs. shidou loved having this kind of power over you, when you can't even swallow wihtout his permission. he loved that he could make you sit like a trained puppy, drooling all over yourself.
"c'mon, act dumb for me," he laughs.
his leg starts to shake, and you can tell he's impatient to cum. you roll your eyes to the back of your head and pant as if you're waiting for him to spurt his load in your mouth.
"god, you looks so fuckin' stupid," he grunts, and you can hear his breath getting more and more labored, "...my stupid whore."
he groans loudly when he reaches his climax, shooting his ropes of cum at the camera. you know he loves the jiggle of your tits, so you lean in closer, bouncing on your knees.
he swipes his thumb over the screen, cleaning the cum off his screen, before blowing you a kiss. you hear the sound of a snapshot being taken, and only then do you put your tongue back into your mouth. you smile shyly at him, dragging a finger over your nipple, letting the spit trail. he takes another snapshot.
"such a good fuckin' bitch," he groans, lying back down on his bed, the camera panning down his abs and his softening cock.
"do i look pretty, daddy?" you ask, showing him your tongue again, now clean, as if you had just swallowed every drop of his cum.
"the prettiest, sweetheart," he assures, "i'm gonna show all my teammates and they're gonna fucking cream their pants."
"don't wash that shit off, you hear me? cheer for me lookin' like that tomorrow, baby, and i'll get a hat trick for you."
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