MHA Smut-Shots [Closed] (Moving to ao3 with the same username)

The Demon's Meal (KiriBaku)

(Thank you to DekuDisaster for being my Beta for this fic)

(@troublesome_art Did some lovely art for this fic that's available on their twitter)

Being a demon had its perks and downfalls. Immortality was a double-edged sword. Living forever often caused severe cases of boredom, especially in between meals. See, Eijirou was not some run-of-the-mill demon that fed on fear or souls. No, he was an incubus, feeding off of sexual energy. Any kind would do really, even going to a club full of horny people was often enough. But, he had a favorite flavor.

Oh yes. Released repression~

Someone who was painfully repressed always tasted so much better than anyone else. It made that sweet taste of freedom when they finally let go absolutely divine~. So you could imagine his delight when he stumbled upon an absolute bombshell blond who reeked of repression while sitting at the bar.

He sat next to the blond and ordered himself a drink. Striking ruby eyes flicked over to stare for more than a couple of moments. It seemed the blond liked his human form, if the scent of his arousal meant anything. When those beautiful sharp eyes finally met his own blood-red ones they snapped forward, a clear blush on the man's face at having been caught.

"Hey, how's your night going?" He smiled softly, his posture open and welcoming as he addressed the gorgeous blond.

"Fine." Came a gruff answer as those fingers wrapped tighter around the glass, the man was clearly nervous but he didn't seem put off so Eijirou went ahead and tried again.

"Just fine? Anything in particular wrong?" His eyes showed an innocent curiosity as he leaned just a little closer.

"No." The blond man then mumbled, "Bored," under his breath

"What? I didn't catch that." He had indeed heard it but it would definitely seem strange if he said so. He'd learned long ago how to play being human and what set off people's 'alarms' that made them question him.

"Just bored," the man stated more clearly, huffing as he downed the last of his drink before turning to face Eijirou.

He had to hold back from licking his lips at the silver rosary around the man's neck. How delightful, repressed, and full of religious guilt, what a delicacy. "Mhm, I see. Well, come on then." He held his hand out to the man, "No need to just chat when there's a perfectly good dance floor."

"Can't dance." The blond grimaced but made no move to shy away from Eijirou's advances, which was always a good sign.

"Can't or don't want to?" He tilted his head with a raised eyebrow, hand still extended.

"Can't."

"That's not a problem, come on, I won't judge you, I promise." When the man finally took his hand he smiled warmly, his eyes crinkling at the edges. How absolutely divine this one smelled, he'd be a perfect meal even if they only danced.

He started them off face to face, nice and easy, just bouncing around to the music. Nothing complicated, nothing more than some bros dancing. He joked around, leaning in to make little quips here and there to make the blond smile and it worked out amazingly well. Before long the blond dropped his shoulders and fully relaxed into it, a truly genuine smile spreading across his face.

"'M Katsuki!" the blond, Katsuki, shouted over the music. What a beautiful name.

"Eijirou!" He shouted pointing to himself. Well with the blond comfortable enough to introduce himself, he stepped closer, not quite willing to risk placing a hand on Katsuki's hip just yet, but definitely a little too close to be anything other than interest. He smiled fondly when the blond didn't back away but instead met him in the middle.