What would happen if Kirishima KNEW the courting gifts were from Katsuki and not Kaminari? What if there was no angst? Just pure beautiful courting? https://twitter.com/ruingreystreak/status/1242675952125186048?s=19

"It's not that I don't appreciate the gifts," Kiri says into the receiver juggling a beautifully decorated box while trying to work his keys into the door WHILE trying to keep his phone pinned between his cheek and shoulder.

"It's just I thought we worked it out. You like /Shinsou/."

There's no answer because Denki hasn't picked up any of his latest calls, but Kirishima feels like he needs to say more.

"Like I said. I TOTALLY like the gift bro. I mean I haven't opened it, but I'm sure it's great. It's just that... you should be sending Hitoshi courting gifts. Not me. And honestly, I'm a little nervous to open this one, bro. This gift day is for like… /mates./ Not us."

Ei almost squeals when he finally manages to press the tip of his house key into the lock. He almost loses his grip on the package, but at the last second he keeps it in his arms. "I liked the workout shorts tho. So when you hear this, if you wanna text me the link to them I'd--"

Kirishima's head jerks to the side as he hears a door open to his right. He swallows hard, his limbs freezing into place as the automatic sound of a woman says, "Voicemail exceeds time limit. Press one to restart mess--" 

Kiri pockets the phone, uncaring if he hung up or not.

Bakugou!

His gorgeous, sweet smelling, rude as fuck, Omega neighbor.

Ei barely stops his Alpha's purr when the blonde shuts his door and looks over at Kiri with his eyebrow arched. The scathing look immediately makes Kirishima flush and his gaze shoot to his feet.

Kami's courting gift burns in his arms and Kiri has to resist the urge to throw it off the balcony. 

He doesn't want Katsuki to get any ideas about him. He's 100% on the market! He *needs* Bakugou to know he's free game. He desperately wants the Omega to look at him with WANT.

He'd beg for a courting gift from the blonde if it wasn't wholly improper and disrespectful.

If only he was allowed to start the courting process! Then Bakugou would wake up with flowers and chocolates and fine clothes and scented jackets outside his door every morning!

Kirishima would be the BEST at courting gifts! 

But that's not how it works.

With a forlorn sigh, Kirishima hunches his shoulders when Bakugou starts toward him, to make himself look smaller. He wants to keep looking at Katsuki, wants to savour the way his black tank top hugs his pecs.

But he's not allowed to oogle Bakugou without the Omega's permission and he definitely doesn't have it.

Without his hold on his phone, Kirishima can successfully unlock his door. He's about to scramble inside, so he can watch Bakugou's retreat through his peephole, or through the curtains of his window, when the scent of Chili flakes invades his nose.

"Hm." Bakugou grunts from beside him, close enough for Kiri to feel his heat. He gestures to the box, his arms crossing. "Some Omega clearly fuckin' likes you."

Embarrassment makes Kirishima flush. He keeps his eyes down as he says, "N-no! Not really, man." The silence makes him shift on his feet. He really doesn't want Katsuki to think another Omega has a claim on him. "I'm… I'mnotclaimed."

Katsuki's eyes widen at the outburst. "Clearly." He grumbles, with a pointed look to Kirishima's unmarked neck that the redhead can't see, but he can *feel* his eyes on him.

"Uh, yeah. Just. Wanted to say that."

The silence stretches between them, and Kiri desperately wants to look. 

"...you can.. fucking look at me." Katsuki announces gruffly. "I don't like that Alpha deferring shit. Me and you? We're equals you fuckin' hear me?"

Kirishima couldn't have stopped his eyes from snapping up at Katsuki's words even if he wanted to. Surely it was a joke-- but no. Katsuki was serious, the emotion clearly etched on his face.

"Anyway, now that that's settled. I'm fucking outta here. I got shit to do."

Kirishima wants to reach out, but touching Omegas is prohibited without their permission, and as much as Kirishima wants to circle his fingers around Bakugou's wrist and invite him to his apartment, he also doesn't want to die.

Kirishima almost verbally whines when Bakugou brushes past, his shoulder rubbing into Kirishima's ribs, leaving a trace of his spicy scent on Kirishima's shirt.

Great. Now he's going to have to rip the thing off and immediately cum all over it.

Again.

Katsuki HAS to be torturing him.

"Have fun with that courting gift," Katsuki throws over his shoulder, something heavy in his eyes. 

"Thanks. I'm sure I will." Kirishima responds automatically, sarcastically, mentally cursing Denki, before he freezes. 

Shit.

"I mean, uh-"

Kirishima can't finish.

Katsuki's expression is closed off but his expression is still filled with that previous… heat. 

His sudden grin sends Kirishima's heart into overdrive.

"Bro. It's totally not manly for you to ignore my calls like this! I wanna talk to you, not leave this over voicemail. But fine. This last gift? NOT OKAY, man. I am flattered, Kami, really. But you know I'm not the Alpha you want! And you know you're my best bro!"

"It's.." He can't force himself to say sweet. "I mean it's clear you spent a lot of money," Kirishima sighs, tilting the box of the fake Omega pussy to hear the slick inside slosh around.

It makes a funny sound. Is this what it would sound like if you shook a horny Omega? "But it's... weird. I don't wanna hurt you, bro. But... I can't accept this. Please call me back."

Kirishima hangs up, feeling no better than when he left his other voicemail four hours ago. He'd damn near forgot about the gift by the time he'd finished stuffing his shirt into his mouth and simultaneously soaking it with loads of his cum.

Once he'd sucked Bakugou's spicy scent from his shirt, he'd finally got around to opening the beautiful gift. 

Kami was apparently a damn good wrapper. The gift was immaculate, wrapped in red, white, and pink paper and decorated with a ribbon colored with tiny little hearts.

The other gifts had been beautiful too, but not quite this ornate.

On the first day, Kirishima had been shocked to see a purple bag outside his door. He hadn't ordered anything. And even if he had, it's not like Amazon was in the habit of delivering beautifully wrapped presents.

He'd picked up the gift, filling the open balcony with the scent of *curiosity*, just as Bakugou had walked by. The blonde might have looked at him, but Kiri couldn't look up to see himself if he was.

He'd held himself perfectly still as Bakugou had brushed past him to shove a dollar into the soda machine at the end of the hallway. 

Oh god, Bakugou always smelt so good.

After, he'd fucked his fist to the lingering smell of his crush. When he'd regained feeling in his abused wrist, he'd opened the present.

He'd been so confused. 

Protein powder?

And the /expensive/ kind too. The kind Kirishima always sighed wistfully at at the store, before he bought the cheaper one with a gross flavour instead. 

Who could have sent him protein powder? A buddy from the gym?

...Bakugou? He'd thought insanely. Like the blonde would EVER have a reason to send someone like Kiri a gift.

On day two, when he'd come home to another gift, Bakugou was already at the soda machine, and he had to wait at the top of the stairs until the Omega walked by.

After ripping open that package, very nice workout shorts, Kirishima knew what this was.

Kaminari.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Kirishima reluctantly remembered the weekend before. 

Him and Kami had gotten wasted on a six pack of fruity drinks, and Kaminari had fallen into his lap with a drunken, "Dude, I think I love you."

Kirishima had promptly pushed him off, thoughts on another certain blonde. "Dude. You're drunk. You don't love me."

Four hours. Four hours of them talking it out until Kaminari had reluctantly admitted that no, he didn't love Kirishima. He liked /Shinsou/, and was too scared to do anything about it.

So why? Why after their talk and their "You can ask him out! Go for it bro!" encouragement sesh did Kaminari *still* send him gifts?

/Courting/ gifts at that. 

The kind that led to //claiming.//

Kaminari was an IDIOT. Did he know how his Omega would react when Kirishima wasn't receptive to the gifts?

Sure, they were great gifts.

Something to eat (protein powder /was/ technically edible) to show he could nourish their future pups. 

Something to wear (the workout shorts which admittedly, sculped his ass to perfection) to show he would provide for and clothe his pups.

Yesterday he'd gotten something personal. A water bottle inked with his gym's logo- a symbol of flexed arms circled by a red gear-- and his name.

And today, the last gift before the Presentation part of Courting.

The sexual component. Where the Omega buys some thing to hint he'd be a good fuck and considerate in bed. 

Kirishima definitely hadn't expected a rut toy, even though logically he should have realized a sexual gift was the last one Alpha's were supposed to receive.

Honestly it was a shame the toy came from a bro, and that the thought of using something Kaminari gave him kind of sickened him, because it looked like it would be fun.

So yeah they were good gifts. But he couldn't accept them.

Kirishima could /look/ at his last gift. That way if it really was an awesome gift he could order one for himself. 

With shaking fingers--why was he shaking-- he pulled the toy from the box.

Bakugou must have been to the soda machine earlier today, because faintly he could smell chili flakes. And the walk by Kirishima's door was the only explanation for his scent on the box. 

The box that announces the toy is for "XL KNOTS!" and "TIGHT LIKE A VIRGIN OMEGA!"

Hum bordering on a growl, his dumb dick hard in his pants, Kirishima tilted the toy. From what he could hear and the claims on the box, the flat side of the toy could be unscrewed and filled with fake slick.

Actually, the toy *started out* filled with lube. And it came with a syringe and a full bottle of lube to recreate the sensation after it was used. 

Hmm. 

With a pant, Kirishima tears open the instructions.

Apparently, the slick was in an outer layer, and was designed to naturally ooze from tiny porous holes into the channel of the toy when it was fucked.

His Alpha is whining, demanding that he rip off the lid, squeeze his cock in the tight hole, work his knot inside until it breaks and then clean out his cum with his tongue. 

Curious, he just wants to feel the slick, Kirishima starts to twist off the lid.

His Alpha purrs, and Eiji stills, his instincts suddenly thrumming. He doesn't know why, doesn't have any reason for the hair on the back of his neck to stand up or for his claws to dig into the cushion of the kitchen stool he's sitting on.

No reason. Except the faint smell of chili flakes.

It's so... thick in the room. If he closed his eyes he would be convinced Katsuki was standing next to him. 

Holy fuck... why....

Why is it suddenly so thick....

Kirishima sees the shadow of his mate, err... of Bakugou through his living room curtains. 

The blonde must finally be coming back from the "shit he had to do" either.

He wants to move quickly, and jog to his window for a better sniff. He wants to watch his Omega walk to his apartment.  

He doesn't move.

His Alpha doesn't let him. 

No. He wants to stay with the toy.

//Omega.// His Alpha whispers. But he's not asking Kirishima to go to the window. 

//Omega.// He shouts again, and Kiri's fingers tighten on the toy without his permission.

Through the red curtains, Kiri can see Katsuki's outline. He doesn't have the best view from where he's sitting on the kitchen stool, but he sees how good the Omega looks carrying what has to be ten shopping bags.

He's so strong, the thick corded muscles of his arms and thighs clearly not for show. 

//The perfect mate!//

With a chuff, Kirishima watches as Katsuki walks past his window. He's tempted to stumble out the door and watch his ass as he goes, but that's /probably/ not okay and probably (most definitely) illegal.

So, reluctantly, he lets the blonde go, turning back to the toy, his breath held in his lungs.

/Claim./ His Alpha whispers again, and Kirishima can feel the base of his dick twitching to get inside the toy.

Kirishima almost drops the lid when he unscrews it.

//Holy fuck.//

The gifts aren't from Kaminari.

//"What do we smell like, Ei?" Kami had asked him once when the squad was hanging out.

Kirishima was the only Alpha in their pack besides Mina, who was currently too infatuated with her new boytoy to hang out anymore.

Not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings Kirishima had lied.

"I don't really smell you," He'd said softly. "Your scent is very faint to me. Must be my dumb nose."

A lie.

Kirishima had a pretty good sense of smell if he was in the same room with someone and the aircon was running.

Kaminari smelt like an electric fire.

Like that one time Kirishima had accidently put a metal takeout bowl in the microwave and blew the breakers in his kitchen.

Like that time he'd put toast in his toaster and tried to use a fork to straighten the slice.

Kaminari smelt... like throwing plastic into a camp fire.

//This// was not that smell.

The perfect smell of spice and honey fills the room. The shock and pure pleasure of the scent makes Kirishima sure he's about to come in his pants.

But.. fuck. That /smell/.

It's entirely /Bakugou/.

Gods.

How did Bakugou even buy artificial slick that smells just like him?!

Was there a store for that? A bath and body store where the customer picks certain flavours?

If so Eijirou *needs* the portions in that recipe.

Eijirou inhales, sucking mouthfuls of air and injecting the smell of Bakugou's slick directly into his respiratory system.

Is it bad that he wants to shove the end of the toy into his mouth?

But as much as it SMELLS of his Omega, surely it's not meant to be tasted.

It's probably got a terrible artificial taste, like eating regular lube, or swallowing down some 2 in 1 shampoo.

But...

It smells so fucking /good./

At the very least he can dip a finger inside, coat the end of his pinky in the clear liquid and lick it.

That is if there's any left after he dumps the fucking thing out all over him.

Fuck.

Unable to stop himself or supress the growling in his head, Kirishima clutches the toy to his chest.

The soft fleshy end looks like the puckered enterance of an Omega that the box swears is tight enough to constrict a knot

The smell in the room is easily twisting his fantasies.

If he closes his eyes, he swears Katsuki is in the room with him, filling the space with the scent of his arousal.

He'd be looking at Kirishima with large, hazy eyes, his plush thighs spending to show soaked jeans.

Begging to be bred.

Quickly, Ei rushes to his couch. He'd prefer to enjoy his gift in the bedroom (or just run over to Katsuki's and claim the real thing).

But one of those things is /definitely/ not allowed and borderline illegal and the other is impossible because the twitching in Kirishima's shaft is alerting him to how alarming close he is to cumming in his underwear.

So he waddles to the couch and bends down to squeeze the masturbator between the bottom of the couch and the couch cushions. The seats pillow the toy and keep it in place and Kirishima exhales shakily to when it stays in place after a jossle.

Okay. Okay.

Yes.

His turn.

More excited than he thought, Kirishima accidently tears the button off his jeans when he yanks open his pants.

He has to be careful to pull the waistband of his underwear away from his cock, because the tiniest brush against the fucking thing would make it blow.

Trying to calm his breath, and also trying not to ruin his gift with his claws, Kirishima leans over the couch and shoves his face into plush cushions.

Without looking at the toy, (he doesn't want to stop the fantasy of warm, wet, willing Omega) Kiri grips the base of his cock.

When the tight wetness suctions around his cock, Kirishima isn't sure if he wants to grimace or moan. It feels nice, it smells good, but the lube inside isn't warm, and there's no rising of hips, no Omega keening under him and it shatters the fantasy he's working so hard on.

When the toy's opening parts around his cock, slick slides out to glide against the sides of Kiri's shaft. It doesn't leave behind a residue like most lubes, and fuck if it doesn't make the couch smell like his blonde.

Pushing his face deep into the couch, Kirishima pushes in.

It's not warm, no, but it /is/ fucking tight.

The toy doesn't twitch like he thinks Katsuki would if he was getting fucked and of course it doesn't whine for more, or claw at his shoulders but it's still good.

It's still fucking good.

With fangs shredding his couch cusions, Kirishima's thankful its not really Bakugou, because now he can jerk his hips forward to bury the entire length inside without waiting for him to adjust to the girth of his dick.

So Kirishima slams in until his knot kisses the end.

He's embarassed when a pleasured howl breaks from his lips.

He can't stop, fuck, /shit/

He humps desperately into the toy, the slick splashing around his cock as he thrusts quick and hard.

Fuck it smells so fucking good.

It's almost enough to send him into rut.

Panting, slicing through his couch, drooling onto the fabric, he grits out, "fuck, /yes/ Katsuki. You're so tight."

In his fantasy, Katsuki takes him deep and asks for more.

It's not realistic.

If they ever mate, Katsuki will be on top. It's his position as Omega.

But in his dreams?

He can pin him down, and shove him into the couch. He can /make/ him take his cock.

"You're so good," he groans, adjusting so his claws sink into the frame of his couch to steady himself. "You smell so fucking good Katsuki, soaking my fucking cock."

He's about to knot. He can feel the tingle in his lower stomach. He knows, he's barely started.

After all, he /just/ got in the damn thing. But it feels good and it smells even better and the teasing hints of now warm walls on his knot has him eager to shove it inside.

Surely it won't break. Not if its designed for xl knots.

Katsuki wouldn't break.

He'd beg and cry and ask for more.

And Kirishima would fucking give it to him until he screamed his name.