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I’m not sure if request are open, but if they are, what about a reader that surprises Hawks during his rut with “laying” gelatin eggs when he has no idea what they’re up to? Feeding into his bird instincts? Thank you lovely!
Subject: BNHA, Hawks aka Keigo Takami
Title: Pop One, Pop Two... (NSFW, fem reader)
Trigger Warning: Ovipositor, egg laying, gelatine eggs, marbles where they are NOT supposed to be, dub con, belly bulge, heat/rut
The front door opened. “Hi, babe,” Keigo sighed, his wings drooping behind him as he’d come back from work. “What are you...” He lost his train of thought when he saw you.
After seeing him preparing for his rut (humping your pillows to get his scent on them, becoming overly jealous, roughly fucking you into the early morning, etc.) you’d decided to help him out. You bought an ovipositor online and spent the day making gelatin eggs just for him and had been in the middle of trying it out when you lost track of time. “Hi,” you called from the living room floor, the ovipositor stuffed into your cunt, the bowl of gelatin eggs beside your wide open legs. “This wasn’t how you were supposed to find out about this.”
Keigo took a step toward you, his golden eyes black from his swollen pupils. “Are those... eggs?”
“G-Gelatin,” you said, removing the ovipositor. As if on cue, the freezing cold eggs slid out of your cunt, popping out slowly onto the towel that you’d laid under you. Keigo’s eyes were glued to you. “They’re really cold.”
“I appreciate the effort,” he panted, “but... there’s something better we can try.” He scrambled for the kitchen and returned with a jar full of marbles. They weren’t small, all of them the size of pool balls. Honestly, when you’d seen the jar you’d assumed they were for playing pool not... “C-can you put these in?” He was twitching, a tent already growing in his pants.
“Keigo,” you whispered, “those are a little... big aren’t they?”
“Real eggs are much bigger.” All the gold in his eyes were gone, the darkness a reflection of his growing desire. “C’mon, we can use the lube to make it easier to insert them.”
“I-I don’t know...”
Keigo didn’t wait for you to make up your mind, ripping open the jar to produce one, shiny, green marble. He squeezed lube onto the smooth surface, licking his lips as it dribbled on the sides and across his fingers. “Don’t worry, babe, I kept it clean for you... for this.” He pushed the ball against your entrnace, mouth open and panting as he watched your gummy pink cunt open to take his false egg.
You tried not to squirm as you felt the cold marble enter inside you, stretching your insides as it slid in deeper and deeper toward your cervix. You walls squeezed it, fluttering as it tried to push it out, but Keigo was quick in lubing up another thick marble and pushing it in.
You could feel them click against each other inside you, rolling with a delicate grind that had you shivering and whining.
Keigo only took that as encouragement, sending in another fat marble until three of them were clinking around inside you, making you so impossibly full. When you glanced down, there was a bulge in your stomach. Your heat gave them heat, your insides numb to their size except for when they brushed across sensitive spots or clicked together.
You tried to roll your hips, get more comfortable, but Keigo pinned your hip down, knowing any twitch of your abdomen would have his beautiful eggs shooting out. His gaze fixated on your cunt, on that little opening that couldn't even hide the last marble. “Three inside and I can see just the edge of the last one.” He groaned, “You can’t even close yourself up all the way.” He poked a finger at the bit of marble he could see, making them click together again. “Now,” he whispered, “you can push them out.”
Your body didn’t need any more instruction than that. The moment he removed his finger, the first marble surfaced, slowly gliding through rings of muscle before popping out and onto the towel.
Inside you, the other marbles traveled toward your entrance, every time you writhed, the muscles pushed them further towards the exist.
“C’mon,” Keigo purred, “just a little bit more...” A sharp whimper escaped you as the second marble popped out, clacking beside the other one, covered in your juices and lube. Keigo’s wings beat together with excitement. “The last one,” he panted, “push out the last one. C'mon, baby, you can do it.”
This one seemed to be stuck near your core, your insides fluttering and squeezing around it as your struggled to push it out. "Keigo," you whined, "I can't-."
"Shhh," Keigo grabbed your hand and pulled some hair of your face, his own inches away. The curve of his smile gave away that he was enjoying every second of this. "Sometimes eggs get stuck and that's okay, you just need to push a little harder." He kissed your cheeks and then your neck as he reached for your cunt, encasing your clit between two fingers and rolling it until your thighs clamped together.
You could feel the marble pushed deeper into you, right against your cervix once again, grinding against the sensitive hole.
"You can't push it out like that," Keigo teased. He let go of your hand and clit, repositioning himself behind you to rip your legs open. "Now, try again."
You leaned into him and cried out as your pushed, the marble finally dislodged and popping out of your cunt in a gush of fluid and lube. Exhausted and sweaty, you collapsed into Keigo.
"Good job," he purred, offering chaste kisses, "now let's try that one more time."