Kinktober Day 5: Keigo Takami
Actually on time for once?? Anyways, I made this more gender neutral bc I'm too lazy to change the words around later. Ok bai.
cw; oviposition, rut, riding, keigo w/bird attributes, gn!reader
Keigo, your roommate, was sitting at his desk late at night trying to study for an upcoming exam. But it was becoming increasingly difficult as his temperature gradually began to rise. He didn’t have to think very hard to figure out what was happening to him. This very thing happened every time that spring rolled around, causing the blonde to lock himself in his room and call out sick from school until it eventually ended.
But this one felt different. More intense.
He gripped his pencil tightly, the wooden writing utensil nearly snapping under the force. Something in his stupid bird brain was telling him to go to your room. He knew you were awake, he could hear your shower running through the thin walls—you were most likely preening your wings.
And the thought drove his rut-hazed mind crazy. He wondered how you would react if he preened them for you.
Keigo was up before he could stop himself, his body running on autopilot as he walked the familiar path to your room. The shower cut off as soon as he stopped outside your door, and it made his breath hitch—ruby wings twitching behind him.
He knocked on your door, just barely loud enough to catch your attention. “Y/n…” He called out softly—almost breathlessly as he pressed his cheek against the wood.
The blonde heard shifting before your footsteps were padding towards the door. Keigo immediately straightened up, his wings spreading out only slightly. He wasn’t sure why he did it, it just felt natural.
Once you opened the door, his pants felt a hell of a lot tighter than they were before—his pupils dilating and his wings flaring. Your scent hit him like a punch to the gut, making him feel dizzy.
And then his mouth went dry.
You could tell what was going on as soon as you opened the door for him. Keigo stood there in front of you—face flushed, chest heaving, and staring at you like he wanted to devour you—all while presenting himself to you. Your wings gave a subconscious flutter, your pulse quickening under his intense gaze.
“You… You feeling alright?” You asked quietly, stepping aside to allow him inside.
But Keigo doesn’t move—not right away—like his feet were glued to the floor. You frowned at that.
The blonde was snapped out of his trance when your hand found his shoulder, his feathers ruffling as heat jolted down his spine from the small touch. His instincts were screaming at him to touch you back, mark you, claim you.
But he wasn’t some mindless, sex crazed lunatic. He could wait. Get your permission first. And if you said no?
Well, he hadn’t thought that far ahead yet.
“M’fine.” Keigo muttered—surprised at the sound of his own voice. Has it always been that deep? “Just… wanted to ask you somethin’.” You tilted your head, your wings giving a curious flap.
Though you already knew what the question would most likely be.
“I’ll help you.” You blurt out, shocking even yourself. Keigo was clearly taken aback as well, his golden eyes widening and his pulse skyrocketing. Damn was he hard.
“You—what—?” He stammered, not expecting you to agree without him even asking first.
You couldn’t help but smile sheepishly, your hand—that was once on his shoulder—now slowly trailing down his arm until it came to a stop around his wrist, your thumb smoothing over his pulsepoint.
And he held back a groan.
“I said,” You took a step back, pulling him with you. “I’ll help you… with your rut…” You murmured. You closed the door behind him before guiding him to your bed and gently pushing him down—crimson wings spreading out across the sheets.
Keigo couldn’t think straight. The only thought that occupied his mind was the overwhelming need to pump you full of his eggs. Then you climbed onto his lap–warm and just the right amount of heavy—he nearly lost it.
“Shit—” The blonde hissed, his head falling back into the pillows. He had to stop his hips from bucking up, stop himself from switching the position and ripping every article of clothing from your body.
You could tell he was holding back—for your sake.
But you weren’t weak. And seeing him so desperate for you—even if it was just his rut talking—was doing things to you. You leaned down, your lips grazing against his as one of your hands came up to cup his cheek. “Stop overthinking this, Keigo.” You whispered.
You then captured his mouth in a brief, but all too adoring, kiss. And when you pulled away, the blonde whined from the loss of warmth against his lips. “I’ve been wanting this too. You have no idea how badly I wanted to come into your room and present myself every time my heat rolled around.” You interrupt him.
Keigo’s breath caught at that.
And suddenly his heart was soaring.
“Let—let me make it up to you then.” The blonde said quickly, warm hands sliding under your shirt. “Wanna—wanna make you feel good—fill you with eggs—please, y/n…” He whined, hips twitching up slightly.
His words, in that pleading tone, and the image they curated in your head—sent heat straight to your core. Your wings flared out, trembling at the thought of your belly becoming swollen with his eggs. You needed it.
In one swift motion, you pulled off your pajama shorts and underwear—leaving you bare and aching in his lap—and Keigo swore he could’ve finished right then and there. But he didn’t have any time to think before you were already tugging at his sweats and boxers.
He definitely wasn’t gonna last long.
You panted above him, your own pupils dilating to match his at the sight of him. Your entrance was coated with slick now—an early heat setting in you thought. But you really couldn’t care right now, not when Keigo was looking up at you like he’d cry if you didn’t give him what he needed quickly. You couldn’t wait much longer yourself.
“Please—need to feel you around me… your scent is driving me crazy…” He said breathlessly.
And you slowly sunk down onto his throbbing length, your feathers shuddering at the deliciously painful stretch. Keigo cursed under his breath, calloused fingers gripping your hips like a vice—like he'd lose control if he let go of you. His chest heaved, hands already trying to get you to bounce while his hips bucked up against you. “P-Please—”
You planted your hands onto his clothed chest for balance before lifting your hips, slamming back down onto him with a ruthlessness that ripped an explicit moan from his lips. You spread your wings wide, putting them on full display while you bounced on his cock desperately.
“K-Kei—so full… Want your eggs… Please—” You whined, your walls clenching around him.
“Fuck—I’m—I’m not gonna last if you keep talkin’ like t-that…” He gritted out, his golden eyes squeezed shut.
And you only seemed to clench harder at that—your body milking him.
“C’mon—eggs… give me your eggs—need it…"
With a guttural groan and one last push of his hips—he spilled deep inside of you, painting your walls with his hot, white cum.
You followed shortly after—the feeling of being filled so completely pushing you over the edge.
After catching your breaths, he placed a gentle hand on your lower stomach, his gaze darkening in a mix of pride and desire.
“Feel that? Those are my eggs… deep inside of you…”
You could only smile and place your hand over his, too fucked out to say anything coherent.
You’ve never felt safer than in his moment.
Warm, content, and utterly his.
