Lace, Satin, and Other Manly Things
brain child of Lore, commissioned by Pierce
krbk NSFW
bottom baku, sex in public sorta, post UA pro hero life, boys in pretty underwear
Theyâre in Bakugouâs apartment when they see it.
âChargebolt bares it-



Theyâre in Bakugouâs apartment when they see it.
âChargebolt bares it-
-all in his newest photoshoot!â
Hearing their friendâs name both men whip their heads towards the TV. Theyâre all still not used to the publicity that comes with being pro heros so any time someone is featured in the news, itâs exciting. Photos of Kaminariâs-
Hearing their friendâs name both men whip their heads towards the TV. Theyâre all still not used to the publicity that comes with being pro heros so any time someone is featured in the news, itâs exciting. Photos of Kaminariâs-
-newest spread flash across the screen. One where heâs in a fitted suit, no shirt and just a peak of yellow lace. Another where heâs bent over someone - is that model supposed to be a villain? - tight leather pants showing off his toned behind. Still another,-
-this time a little more risque, with him in high heels and a skirt, looking under his eyelashes at the camera. They hear Kaminariâs voice, smug sounding and confident, âWell you know, Iâve never really prescribed to the whole âmen canât wear pretty thingsâ-
-thing. I mean, look at my outfits from my UA days! Iâve been messing around with,â he throws up exaggerated air quotes, ââgirlyâ clothes for forever. Which, by the way, is bull- is ridiculous. Clothes cannot be âgirlyâ or âmanlyâ, theyâre clothes for shi--
-goodness sake!â
Kaminari takes a deep breath and Kirishima bursts out laughing at how heâs somehow managed to get himself ranting about clothes on national television.
âANYWAY, as I was saying. I have always liked things that look and feel good. I can-
Kaminari takes a deep breath and Kirishima bursts out laughing at how heâs somehow managed to get himself ranting about clothes on national television.
âANYWAY, as I was saying. I have always liked things that look and feel good. I can-
-look like a dream and kick your ass doing it!â
âDamn he was so close to keeping it PGâ Kirishima thinks as he glances at Bakugou.
Bakugou doesnât laugh but his mouth is tilted up into what can be considered a smile for him. He huffs out a breath and-
âDamn he was so close to keeping it PGâ Kirishima thinks as he glances at Bakugou.
Bakugou doesnât laugh but his mouth is tilted up into what can be considered a smile for him. He huffs out a breath and-
-mumbles, âwhat a dork.â
âAw man, I think that was pretty cool! I mean, heâs definitely gonna get in trouble with his publicist for the cussing⊠but heâs right! Being a dude shouldnât stop you from wearing what you want! Thatâs not manly!â Kirishima smashes-
âAw man, I think that was pretty cool! I mean, heâs definitely gonna get in trouble with his publicist for the cussing⊠but heâs right! Being a dude shouldnât stop you from wearing what you want! Thatâs not manly!â Kirishima smashes-
-his fists together and aims a smile at his best bro.
Bakugou turns away to hide the flush he feels creeping across his face.
Heâs either successful or Kirishima just doesnât care to call him out, because he continues, âI mean I wouldnât mind wearing-
Bakugou turns away to hide the flush he feels creeping across his face.
Heâs either successful or Kirishima just doesnât care to call him out, because he continues, âI mean I wouldnât mind wearing-
-something like that for a photoshoot!â
Bakugou nearly breaks his neck looking back at Kirishima. Heâs breathless, âWhat?!â
Kirishima shrugs, âYeah, why not? Havenât you ever been curious? I mean, Kami got me into a skirt back in school, it was kindaâŠâ he-
Bakugou nearly breaks his neck looking back at Kirishima. Heâs breathless, âWhat?!â
Kirishima shrugs, âYeah, why not? Havenât you ever been curious? I mean, Kami got me into a skirt back in school, it was kindaâŠâ he-
-rubs the back of his head, suddenly bashful, ânice.â
Bakugou feels like the floor is falling out from under him as he stares at Kirishima. He clears his throat, âYou would wear that shit?â
Kirishima laughs, misinterpreting his tone, âWhat, you think I-
Bakugou feels like the floor is falling out from under him as he stares at Kirishima. He clears his throat, âYou would wear that shit?â
Kirishima laughs, misinterpreting his tone, âWhat, you think I-
-wonât? Bet! Letâs go to the store right now. But Iâm not gonna be the only one wearing lingerie, so youâd better do it too!â
He grabs Bakugouâs arm and theyâre out the door before Bakugou can even pretend to protest.
***
By the time they make it to the-
He grabs Bakugouâs arm and theyâre out the door before Bakugou can even pretend to protest.
***
By the time they make it to the-
-shop, Bakugouâs inner thoughts are driving him crazy. He canât believe heâs finally going to fulfill his years-long desire to wear lingerie. He would have ordered something online or just come in by himself but honestly, heâs a bit of a coward. He knows it-
-isnât right and the shame from knowing he /shouldnât/ feel shame for it only makes it worse, so he shoved the desire into the far corners of his mind and has avoided thinking of it as much as possible.
Until now.
Now, when /Kirishima/ of all people has-
Until now.
Now, when /Kirishima/ of all people has-
-drug him to âthe store Mina makes me carry all her shit out ofâ. He can already feel his arousal simmering under his skin. Heâs so focused on trying to ignore it that he jumps when Kiri touches his shoulder.
âShit!â
Kirishima grabs both his shoulders and-
âShit!â
Kirishima grabs both his shoulders and-
-turns Bakugou to face him. âHey man, itâs okay if you donât want to do this. I mean, I think youâll look gr- I think itâll be fun, but if youâre uncomfortable weâll go right back to your place, throw on an on All Might movie and chill, yeah?â
The soft look-
The soft look-
-in his eyes and gentle tone has butterflies growing in Bakugouâs stomach. He imagines stomping them to death.
A little louder than he means, he growls out, âIâm no coward Kirishima! Get the fuck in there!â
Kirishima laughs as Bakugou rips the door open-
A little louder than he means, he growls out, âIâm no coward Kirishima! Get the fuck in there!â
Kirishima laughs as Bakugou rips the door open-
-and practically throws him in.
They hear the tinkling of a bell and soft music playing as they enter. Suddenly, both men are speechless, feet glued to the floor while their eyes dart around taking in all the different lingerie in the shop. Thereâs lace of-
They hear the tinkling of a bell and soft music playing as they enter. Suddenly, both men are speechless, feet glued to the floor while their eyes dart around taking in all the different lingerie in the shop. Thereâs lace of-
-every color, silk that looks soft as butter, leather that definitely squeezes in the best ways - so much that they are overwhelmed. This was still mostly a joke, neither had thought about what they would actually do once they got here!
A soft voice cuts-
A soft voice cuts-
-through their panic, âWelcome, how can I help you two?â
Bakugou takes a deep breath but Kirishima beats him to it, âHi! Um hi, so we wanted to try on some lingerie?â
Bakugou rolls his eyes, is he asking or telling the poor employee?
Instead of being-
Bakugou takes a deep breath but Kirishima beats him to it, âHi! Um hi, so we wanted to try on some lingerie?â
Bakugou rolls his eyes, is he asking or telling the poor employee?
Instead of being-
-annoyed, she smiles, âOkay, wonderful! My name is Cara, I can absolutely help you find some things Iâm sure youâll love. Letâs go get you sized. Too many people are wearing the wrong sizes, so itâs policy for us to get that out of the way first! This way!â-
-
She turns and waves them to follow. Bakugou doesnât bother correcting her on the assumption that they have done this enough to have worn wrong sizes - he recognizes a bone when itâs thrown.
After a few (if Bakugou is honest) less than painful minutes,-
She turns and waves them to follow. Bakugou doesnât bother correcting her on the assumption that they have done this enough to have worn wrong sizes - he recognizes a bone when itâs thrown.
After a few (if Bakugou is honest) less than painful minutes,-
-theyâve got their sizes. Cara seems completely unfazed by their, undoubtedly unusual, sizes. Sheâs either extremely practiced or more men than Bakugou thought are into wearing lacy underwear. Kirishima is a 57C but âyouâll have to really feel out the cup-
-sizes because depending on the brand, you could wear a Dâ and Bakugou is a 46B. He has a single competitive thought about the difference in their sizes but scoffs at himself when he realizes he almost challenged Kirishima over their tit size for shitâs-
-sake.
Armed with their new knowledge, they venture out to the racks in search of pretty things to decorate themselves in. They go separate ways; they need the space and they have vastly different shopping styles anyway. Kirishima wanders, gently running his-
Armed with their new knowledge, they venture out to the racks in search of pretty things to decorate themselves in. They go separate ways; they need the space and they have vastly different shopping styles anyway. Kirishima wanders, gently running his-
-hands along the racks, rubbing fabrics between his fingers and grabbing colors that catch his eye. Meanwhile, Bakugou frantically flits from rack to rack, snatching sets seemingly at random. Before Kirishima realizes, he has a handful of items and Bakugou at-
-his side. Heâs avoiding his eyes, body turned towards the dressing rooms but itâs clear heâs talking to Kirishima when he says, âYou ready, shitty hair?â
Kirishimaâs voice comes out softer than he anticipated, voice stuck in his throat, âSure.â
***
It-
Kirishimaâs voice comes out softer than he anticipated, voice stuck in his throat, âSure.â
***
It-
-takes a minute to figure out the clasps and get used to the tighter fit of the panties but Kirishima gets into his first piece fairly quickly. He looks in the mirror and examines the comfortable set. Itâs a matching baby blue cotton bra and panty. The top is-
-a simple, stretchy sports bra that hugs his chest tightly, reminding him of the nice pressure he looks for in sports wraps. The bottoms cling to his hips and cup his cheeks, making his ass look perky. As he turns to admire himself he giggles at the word-
-âcutieâ stretched across his ass. He hops up and down to test itâs support and is pleasantly surprised, maybe heâll actually wear this to the gym. Itâs not that much different from his normal briefs.
He says as much to Bakugou, âMan, this isnât as weird as-
He says as much to Bakugou, âMan, this isnât as weird as-
-I thought! The bottoms are basically the same as my normal underwear. Here, lemme show you, dude.â
He reaches for the door but stops when he remembers thereâs a store, potentially full of customers, on the other side. He grabs his phone and snaps a picture-
He reaches for the door but stops when he remembers thereâs a store, potentially full of customers, on the other side. He grabs his phone and snaps a picture-
-before he can think too hard about the fact that heâs sending an underwear pic to his best friend. Like muscle memory, his thumb hits send before he can regret it.
***
Bakugou is busy Going Through It while Kirishima yammers on in the next stall over. He-
***
Bakugou is busy Going Through It while Kirishima yammers on in the next stall over. He-
-hasnât looked in the mirror, and heâs not sure if heâs exactly ready yet so he blindly reaches over to where his phone sits on top of his neatly folded clothes.
Even though Kirishima had basically announced to the whole store what he was doing, the image-
Even though Kirishima had basically announced to the whole store what he was doing, the image-
-of him in a bra and panties sends Bakugouâs heart into his throat. His eyes dart all over the screen, determined to soak it all in before the 10 seconds are up. By the time Kirishima speaks again, the picture is gone (oh god, itâs gone forever he realizes)-
-but heâs still gripping his phone with two hands. His mind is racing. The picture was innocent enough, Kirishima was striking a dumb flexing pose and smiling so widely his eyes were closed. But something about seeing someone so /big/ and muscular, so tough-
-and sharp, wrapped in baby blue, /soft/ cotton has Bakugou sweating.
âUh,â Kirishima clears his throat, âbro? Didja get my pic?â
He canât trust himself to speak so he types in their chat, âYes.â
Kirishima: lol kÂ
Kirishima: lemme c urs too
Bakugou: No.
Kirishima: dont b a chicken bro
He canât trust himself to speak so he types in their chat, âYes.â
Kirishima: lol kÂ
Kirishima: lemme c urs too
Bakugou: No.
Kirishima: dont b a chicken bro
Bakugou growls and tosses his phone. Call him a fucking chicken? Heâll show shitty Kirishima. He keeps his eyes glued to the floor as he turns towards the mirror. He knows he looked a little hectic when he grabbed his choices but he hadnât needed any extra time to overthink
his decisions. In fact, even while he had been in denial about wearing pretty things, he had still noticed which colors look best against his skin, what complemented his eyes, the cuts of shirts and pants that accentuate his waist and muscles.
And okay, maybe he had done a little research one night, locked in his room, bottle of sake in hand. But he was black-out. He doesnât remember.
He steels himself and lets his eyes drift up, following the hard, lean lines of his legs. He gasps when his eyes finally reach the black lace clinging to the outside of his hip. He gulps and continues taking in the rest of his body. The panties are smaller than Kirishimaâs
had looked. Theyâre not a thong but they do cut higher across his cheeks than heâs ever felt. Theyâre made to fit his dick, which, thank god, because without the pocket heâs sure his balls would be out. The bra is flimsy, thin and wireless. He can see his nipples hardening under
the fabric. He blames that on being practically naked in an air-conditioned store and ignores the fire he feels in the pit of his stomach. Despite the fabric cupping his pecs offering barely any support, he has a lewd amount of curved muscle being framed in black.
He hears his phone ping. He leans over and tsks when he sees Kirishima has messaged him again.Â
Kirishima: bro?
Heâs so annoyed he answers aloud, âFine! Fuck, shitty hair, Iâm sending it.â
Kirishima: bro?
Heâs so annoyed he answers aloud, âFine! Fuck, shitty hair, Iâm sending it.â
As he leans back up, he glances over and has to double take. Is that his ass? He turns slowly, head twisting to keep his gaze on the mirror. Is that /his/ ass? He unconsciously raises onto his tiptoes and watches as his butt looks /even perkier/. He twists a little to look at it
from the side, admiring how nicely the lace curves up and over his cheeks. A smirk grows on his face. He knew he was going to look hot! With his newfound confidence, he grabs his phone and snaps two pictures. One from the front and one over his shoulder, his ass on full display.
He hears Kirishimaâs phone go off and then jumps when a loud crash comes from Kirishimaâs stall.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing over there, idiot?!âÂ
Kirishima is relieved heâs alone in his dressing room. Thanks to the full length mirror he can see that he is blushing
âWhat the fuck are you doing over there, idiot?!âÂ
Kirishima is relieved heâs alone in his dressing room. Thanks to the full length mirror he can see that he is blushing
/everywhere/. He had stupidly chosen to open his snaps from Bakugou while trying to step out of his underwear and had promptly lost control of his body. He knows lingerie isnât exactly innocent clothing but Bakugouâs body looks downright /lewd/. For a moment he imagines
busting down Bakugouâs dressing room door to slam him against the wall, kiss him silly, bend him ove-
He shakes his head. This is Bakugou, his best friend.
He shakes his head. This is Bakugou, his best friend.
His best friend...who looks hot as hell in black lace. This is fine. Kirishima can deal with this, he can live with this knowledge. Itâs fine. Heâs hot. Heâs always been hot. Itâs /fine/. Kirishima types a response into the chat and throws his phone. Okay, time for the next set.
Wait.Â
What did he just type to Bakugou? His heart begins to pound. He hadnât even thought about what he sent. Fuck. His hands shake as he picks his phone back up.Â
Kirishima: u look hot
/FUCK/
Hand over his mouth, he stares wide-eyed at his notifcation.
What did he just type to Bakugou? His heart begins to pound. He hadnât even thought about what he sent. Fuck. His hands shake as he picks his phone back up.Â
Kirishima: u look hot
/FUCK/
Hand over his mouth, he stares wide-eyed at his notifcation.
/Bakugou is typingâŠ/
He opens the chat and watches as Bakugouâs name lights up a few times, clearly either typing a long response where he tears Kirishima a new one or...or heâs figuring out how to respond at all. Which is very unlike Bakugou.
He opens the chat and watches as Bakugouâs name lights up a few times, clearly either typing a long response where he tears Kirishima a new one or...or heâs figuring out how to respond at all. Which is very unlike Bakugou.
Bakugou: Thanks.Â
Bakugou: You too.Â
Even though he canât see him, Kirishimaâs eyes snap to the wall separating them. Did he just...compliment him? Heâs tempted to climb onto the little corner seat and peak over the wall just to check that itâs actually Bakugou over there.
Bakugou: You too.Â
Even though he canât see him, Kirishimaâs eyes snap to the wall separating them. Did he just...compliment him? Heâs tempted to climb onto the little corner seat and peak over the wall just to check that itâs actually Bakugou over there.
Instead he reaches for another set, eyes still focused on the wall. When he looks into the mirror, he notices the small smile on his face. Bakugou thinks heâs hot.
The next thirty minutes fly by with the two sending pictures back and forth, each more suggestive than the last. Bakugou in a purple, iridescent teddy that makes him look ethereal. Kirishima in gold satin briefs that beautifully complement his tan skin. Bakugou in a blue, floral
bodysuit that despite covering most of him, is actually see-through minus the small bit of cloth on his crotch. Kirishima in black, tight leather with buckles and straps that remind Bakugou so much of his hero outfit, he bets heâll be popping boners during every battle
they fight together from now on. By the end, Kirishima is sending multiple pictures from different angles and Bakugou is replaying each and every snap until Kirishima gets the hint and sets the timer to infinite.
But Kirishima saves the best piece for last. Itâs red, but not red like his hair. Itâs a dark, deep red, almost brown but with enough brightness that itâs clearly not. Itâs velvet and softer than the other sets, with just a little bit of padding at the bottoms of the cups
emphasizing his chest. He gives himself a once over in the mirror and likes, really likes, what he sees. Itâs a little plain but itâs perfect for what he has in mind. While he was browsing the store, he noticed the display for jewelry and realized it wasnât the usual jewelry in
clothing stores. No, this display has all kinds of pretty things to wear /with/ your lingerie. Single strands of dainty silver to lay across your waist, thick, heavy stainless steel chains for your neck that are impossible to miss, gold and crystal webbed together in intricate
patterns to decorate your chest. Theyâre all tempting but the piece Kirishima wants is perfect for grabbing Bakugouâs attention. The loud, headstrong blond wonât be able to ignore this piece. And hopefully, he wonât be able to ignore the message Kirishima wants to send either.
Kirishima throws on sweatpants on top of his panties and opens the door before he can overthink the fact that heâs about to walk out in a bra. He lets go of the breath he was holding when thankfully Cara is standing just a few feet away. If sheâs surprised to see
hulking, brick-shithouse-of-a-man Kirishima in dainty underwear, she doesnât show it and he wonders, not for the first time, if he can send the woman a gift basket or something.
She clears her throat, âI was just coming to check on you. Everything okay?â
She clears her throat, âI was just coming to check on you. Everything okay?â
Kirishima glances towards Bakugouâs dressing room and wills himself to relax so he doesnât seem nervous. âYeah, uh, could you grab me something to try on?â
âYes, of course. Do you have something specific in mind or would you like me toâŠâ her voice trails off as she looks over
âYes, of course. Do you have something specific in mind or would you like me toâŠâ her voice trails off as she looks over
her shoulder.Â
Kirishimaâs eyes are focused on the jewelry piece.
She smiles gently, âOh, that will look gorgeous, especially with that set you have on now. Just a moment!â
He flushes red at the reminder of what heâs wearing but he takes some steadying breaths and is ready by
Kirishimaâs eyes are focused on the jewelry piece.
She smiles gently, âOh, that will look gorgeous, especially with that set you have on now. Just a moment!â
He flushes red at the reminder of what heâs wearing but he takes some steadying breaths and is ready by
the time she comes back.
The golden piece is huge in her hands and she needs to stand on a stool but she maneuvers it easily over Kirishimaâs head and shoulders. The metal sits cool and heavy on his skin while she fastens it tightly to his neck. Thin strands are twisted to look
The golden piece is huge in her hands and she needs to stand on a stool but she maneuvers it easily over Kirishimaâs head and shoulders. The metal sits cool and heavy on his skin while she fastens it tightly to his neck. Thin strands are twisted to look
like lace around his throat and down his collarbones and thin chains waterfall down his chest and end in points like daggers, drawing the eye to his abs. Longer strands on the outside drape low to swoop around his hips and connect back behind his shoulders.
Cara smiles gently, âIâm going to go help some customers. Yell if you need anything else.â
âUh huh.â Kirishima answers distractedly.
âUh huh.â Kirishima answers distractedly.
He canât stop staring at himself, slowly turning his chest this way and that to watch how the gold glitters in the light. His eyes drift lower when he feels the ends of the chains tickle his stomach and suddenly he /needs/ to get these ugly sweatpants off.
He knows itâs strange and heâs still sort of out in the open but heâs around the corner and heâll definitely hear if anyone is coming before they can see him so he rips them off and throws them in the direction of his dressing room.
âOi!âÂ
His aim must not be as good as he thinks. His shoulders shake with laughter and heâs delighted to hear the chains tinkle together across his body. His cheeks hurt from his wide grin and he feels good.
Until
His aim must not be as good as he thinks. His shoulders shake with laughter and heâs delighted to hear the chains tinkle together across his body. His cheeks hurt from his wide grin and he feels good.
Until
he hears the unmistakable sound of a dressing room door unlatching and opening. Panic shoots through him and freezes him to the spot. He braces himself as he watches the mirror for Bakugouâs reaction.Â
The door slams open and a fully clothed Bakugou emerges, angry and yelling.
The door slams open and a fully clothed Bakugou emerges, angry and yelling.
âWhat the,â his eyes land on Kirishima, âfuckâŠâ The door slams shut behind him, almost drowning out his whispered curse.
Kirishima watches as Bakugou looks him up and down. His confidence trickles back as Bakugouâs eyes stop on his ass before continuing the journey along
Kirishima watches as Bakugou looks him up and down. His confidence trickles back as Bakugouâs eyes stop on his ass before continuing the journey along
Kirishimaâs decorated body. His mouth opens but no sound comes out.
Kirishima is tickled at this reaction. Heâs smug when he purrs, âWhat do you think, /Katsuki/?â
His eyes snap up, frantic. âI -â
Kirishima is tickled at this reaction. Heâs smug when he purrs, âWhat do you think, /Katsuki/?â
His eyes snap up, frantic. âI -â
Kirishima straightens, holds eye contact through the mirror and bites his lip. Heâs already all dressed up for Bakugou, he might as well go all in at this point.  Â
Bakugou starts again, âI have to go to the bathroom!â


Bakugou starts again, âI have to go to the bathroom!â


