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Aoyama considers himself a man of many talents.
Some are obvious. He has his quirk, after all, and his unbeatable nose for cheese and a few other foods. Some are less so. For instance, his ability to calm a baby in under a minute under most circumstances. But, Aoyama’s favorite skill he had perfected over the years is sewing. He’d gotten to a point where he can eyeball measurements with good accuracy and attach lace without worry.
Aoyama wasn't always this good, but now? He could make all of his own clothes if he pleased. However, he preferred to make clothes for his friends. Other people were much more fun to guess measurements for, to craft pieces that highlighted their best features and brought to light the ones that they didn't even know they had.
Lately, his attention turned to lingerie. It was smaller pieces, but all the more intricate to sew. The details would be looked at up close, each bow, each stitch, they were all on display. Panties were easy, teddies not giving him much trouble either. The real difficulty Aoyama faced was bras.
Smaller ones, like the one he made for Jirou (which he wasn't sure she's worn yet, but she’ll get there) aren't too hard, since there's less material. The one he worked on for Momo, though, took him ages. Aoyama knew it was a matter of practice, he just needed to try a couple more of different sizes and he would have it down.
The designs were there, mapped out in his head in slips of silk and complicated lacey patterns, but creating them posed difficulties. Additionally, Aoyama realized another area in which he lacked experience.
Men.
Well, lingerie on men other than himself, he had more than a couple of his own works carefully tucked away in his underwear drawer. The sizing was harder to guess without taking proper measurements, and certain pieces needed to be tailored to properly accentuate the areas Aoyama wanted. So, he set out to find another willing participant to model for him.
However, Aoyama wanted a challenge, something he could really sink his teeth in that would force him to think. That ruled out a few of the boys in his class, whose bodies just weren't unique enough for his vision. A good day of observation during training, and Aoyama had his choice.
Shouji Mezou.
The man was huge, towering above Aoyama and ridiculously wide, not to mention the spare arms he had that Aoyama would have to work around. Still, watching him during training, Aoyama already had a few ideas in the forefront of his mind. Shouji’s chest was absolutely delicious, his pecs large and firm and Aoyama knew they would look lovely decorated in a delicate fabric. There was the color to consider too, something on the darker side would look nice with his eyes, which Aoyama swore were jet black. Once training was finished, Aoyama caught Shouji on the way to the locker room.
“Might I trouble you for a few minutes, mon cher ?” He asked, blinking sweetly. Convincing someone like Shouji to wear something like this wasn't going to be a simple task.
“Sure, do you need anything?”
“In a sense. I'm not sure if you’ve heard, but I've been sewing some clothes here and there. Lately, you’ve been my muse, and I'd love it if I could steal you away for some measurements.” Even with his mask and the hair covering part of his face, Shouji looked a tad skeptical.
“Me? I don't think I'd be the… most appealing model for something you create.”
“Nonsense! If it's the arms you're worried about, I make my own patterns, I'm sure I can make something that works for us both. If you decide you’re interested in indulging me and my ideas, just come to my room, I'll be waiting for you.” Aoyama walked off with an air of mystery about him, opting to shower at the dorms for added dramatic effect.
By the time his hair was dry, there was a knock on the door. It was Shouji, looking a bit meek behind his mask.
“I was hoping you’d appear for me!” Aoyama smiled, inviting Shouji in and digging through his desk for a tape measure. It was a mess of fabric scraps, paper patterns, and a few doodled designs, just detailed enough to keep the blonde from forgetting them. Aoyama turned around and caught the blush on Shouji’s face, he had clearly noticed how many of the patterns were that of lingerie.
“What exactly are you planning to sew for me?” He asked, twitching when Aoyama’s slim fingers touched his chest over his shirt.
“Lingerie, of course. You’d look stunning in anything, but I'm sure with your quirk, proper fitting garments would be hard to find. I can custom make you a set that suits you perfectly, if you’ll let me.” Aoyama’s lips quirked up as he mentally took down a few measurements of Shouji’s chest and arms, focusing more so on the spare ones his quirk created. The limbs seemed intrigued by his touch, something he didn't miss. Shouji stiffened up when he realized that one of those designs might have been for him .
“I don't… know how to feel about that. I'm not suited for something like lingerie, wouldn't you have better luck with someone else? Someone…”
“Are you planning to say normal? Because I'll stop you right there, love. In our society as it is currently, there is no ‘normal body’. Yours may be more out of the ordinary than, say, Midoriya or Kaminari, but it isn't abnormal. Personally, I find you quite attractive.” Aoyama shot Shouji a smile and he blushed all the way up to his hair, looking away as Aoyama finished up.
“If you aren't comfortable with me making this for you, I understand. I'd never want to make you something that left a bad taste in your mouth. But if your only reservations are your body, then let me assuage them in my own, sparkling way.” It took a moment, but Shouji nodded, earning a blinding smile from Aoyama.
“Perfect! I'll get back to you as soon as I can, these pieces take time, especially since I'm going from scratch, but I promise you’ll love it. Au revoir !” With that, Aoyama urged Shouji out of the room and dropped into his desk chair, one hand scribbling notes while the other palmed his half-hard cock. He was more than a little excited to dress Shouji up in something made by his own hands. There was more pressing business to deal with now, though.
A good half hour of… self-enjoyment later, Aoyama was well on his way to a design for Shouji. Delicate fabric was a must, the contrast of something like lace would be perfect for someone of Shouji’s stature and strength. A single piece was out of the question, hiding too much yummy skin and making it harder to get on with Shouji’s quirk. Aoyama quickly narrowed it down to a bra and panty set, getting to work on adding his own special flare.
The bra could nearly be called a bralette with the panel of fabric beneath the cups, cutouts in the middle to expose more skin. The back was harder to negotiate, working around Shouji’s arms to make sure it would be both comfortable and practical. Removable straps were attached, which would make it easier to get on, as well as clasps and a back that was tailored to leave room for Shouji’s quirk.
Plain panties just weren't good enough for Aoyama, opting for high waisted. However, much like the bra, there was an open panel in the panties that started low in the crotch and ended just before the belly button, hopefully allowing Aoyama a peek at Shouji’s cock, if he was lucky. Ribbons would thread through the empty space, drawing the eye.
Finally, the only choices Aoyama had to make were colors. Shouji’s tan skin would look nice with a dark color, something to accentuate his eyes. Aoyama landed on a deep emerald green, with white accents. White added an air of innocence and delicacy to the piece, as well as matching closely with Shouji’s hair.
It took almost a week for Aoyama to find the perfect fabrics and decide he was happy with his creation, staying up far longer than he preferred at night, slaving over tiny details. Finally, it was done. It took all of Aoyama’s self-control to not rush over to Shouji’s room the minute the last thread was snipped, not wanting to wake him up at such a late hour. The next day was Saturday, giving him all the time in the world to find Shouji and get him alone. That proved to be easy, the other man blushing pink when Aoyama approached him. Clearly, he hadn't forgotten what he had been making.
“Hello, how are you doing?” Shouji managed, staring down at his coffee like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
“Amazingly. I'm all finished with your special outfit, all sparkling and perfect! If you’re not busy now, want to try it on? I have to make sure it all fits before you get it on for that special someone, of course! Something being too loose or tight could ruin the mood.” Shouji looked hesitant, embarrassed, but found himself following behind Aoyama as they went to his room.
“I'll be brief, don't worry. Just have to make sure everything sits the way I want it to, but I'm sure you’ll have no problems with it.” Shouji swallowed thickly and nodded, his breath catching in his throat. Aoyama had laid the pieces on his bed, a bra and panties in a breathtaking shade of dark green. The fabric looked thin and fragile, the white ribboning crisscrossing between open panels already almost ready to snap. And yet, the piece was beautiful. The thing that caught Shoji’s eye most, though, were the two masks that laid above the bra. One was made of the same dark green, lacy fabric that made up most of the bra and panties and was fairly sheer. The other was a close match in color, but opaque, hiding anything behind it.
“We hadn't discussed it, but I wanted to make you a mask just as lovely as the rest of it, if you wanted to use it. You don't have to wear one at all, but I want you to be as comfortable as possible, jolie fleur .”
“Thank you,” Shouji muttered, tentatively reaching out to touch the panties. The lace was soft, comfortable feeling, but only affirmed his worries that he would rip it.
“Much like me, it's stronger than it looks. Don't worry about messing it up, I designed it this way. Would you like to try it on?” Aoyama asked, touching Shouji’s arm comfortingly. It was obvious he was nervous, whether it be about being dressed in lingerie or ruining the garments, Aoyama wasn't sure.
“You made them for me, it wouldn't be right for me to not try them on.” Aoyama grinned, motioning Shouji over to a little changing partition he had set up, as this wasn't the first time he’d done this.
“Let me know if you need any help, the top might be a little confusing, I custom made it for your arms.” Aoyama lingered a little longer than he needed to as he handed over the lingerie and the masks, watching Shouji through the partition. The paper was thin, allowing for a shadow to come through of Shouji’s body as he carefully got changed. For just a second, Aoyama swore he caught a glimpse of Shouji’s cock, outlined by the paper. It was enough to make his own length twitch, fighting off arousal. For now, he had to be all business.
Shouji moved slowly behind the partition, trying to slow his breathing as he tugged on the panties. They were easy enough to get on, chewing his lip as he situated his cock, trying to keep it hidden. It wasn't an easy task with the panel Aoyama had left open, even soft, Shouji’s cock was ridiculously large. Still, he did what he could, looking away quickly once he got comfortable.
The bra was infinitely more embarrassing to put on, fiddling with the clasps with too-large fingers before sighing and setting it aside. He’d have to ask Aoyama for help. Then, Shouji came to the masks. The idea that Aoyama had taken the time to make him custom ones that went with the outfit tugged on Shouji’s heartstrings.
Most people were more interested in getting the item off of him than helping him. Still, he wasn't sure which one to choose. Shouji was more comfortable with the opaque one, it would adequately hide his mouth and neck, but didn't go quite as nicely with the bra and panties. Shouji blushed at the realization that he was standing there in Aoyama’s room, barely hidden by the partition and wearing panties that revealed more than they covered.
The sheer mask would disguise some of his… less pleasant features, but wouldn't erase them completely. Still, Aoyama had worked so hard, shouldn't he try and meet him halfway? With shaky hands, Shouji took off the mask he’d had on, slipping on the sheer one Aoyama had made and fidgeting it into place. He tried one more time to make sense of the bra before giving up, poking his head out of the partition.
“I could use a hand, if you don't mind.” Shouji managed, trying to pretend that Aoyama couldn't see his face. No comment came from the blonde man who seemed to float over to help Shouji, taking the bra and easily unhooking the straps.
“Let's try it this way, oui ?” Aoyama’s soft fingers glided over Shouji’s skin, hyperfocused on his task. His tongue poked out of his mouth as he settled the bra and got to work on the clasps, an obscenely adorable motion that had Shouji mesmerized.
“Does it feel comfortable? If it's too tight, I'll leave the straps off for now.” Shouji nodded, moving a bit to get a feel for the bra. It was tight, but not in a bad way. It was almost comforting, the way the cups hugged his chest and the extra line of fabric rubbed over his skin.
“You can do them, if you want.” He replied, shivering as Aoyama attached the straps and his hands ghosted down his shoulders, testing the fit. Aoyama seemed content, backing away and motioning Shouji to follow. Looking pointedly away, Shouji stood in front of the full-length mirror across from Aoyama’s bed.
“Do you like how it looks? I think that's the most important part.” Aoyama’s voice was little more than a whisper as he circled Shouji, looking him over. Their eyes met once and, to Shouji’s surprise, there wasn't an ounce of disappointment in Aoyama’s gaze. Instead, there was admiration, passion, a look that wouldn't be out of place in an art museum.
“Look at yourself for me, Mezou. I think you look beautiful, but I want to know what you see.” Shouji didn't miss the tone of Aoyama’s voice, akin more to a command than just a request.
“I… can't do that,” Shouji muttered, his eyes dropping to the ground.
“Why so?” Aoyama asked, his eyes following the hard lines of Shouji’s body. If he had even an ounce less of self-control, he would be all over the other man by now. Just as he’d imagined, Shouji looked no less than stunning in the lingerie Aoyama created. The panties fit snugly over his ass, offering a clear outline of his cock, the side peeking through the open panel. The green popped against his skin, the white lace making for the perfect accent that reminded Aoyama that it was likely no one had ever seen this much of Shouji.
The bra was a perfect fit, the extra band of fabric obscuring the top of what looked to be a gnarly scar. In fact, Shouji’s abdomen was littered with scars, some small and faded, others newer and more obvious. The worst one was partially covered by the bra and panties, extending from his chest down to his hip. The fact that Shouji had opted for the more sheer mask had Aoyama giddy, Shouji trusted him enough to let his guard down, even just a bit.
“Do you think you won't like what you see?”
“How could I? I'm a monster, even when I'm wearing something as nice as this. Who would ever be interested in seeing that?”
“I would,” Aoyama affirmed, moving behind Shouji and wrapping his hands around his waist. Shouji stiffened, his breath hitching as Aoyama’s hands slid upwards.
“I chose you as my muse for a reason, Mezou. Your body is unique only to you, and I love that. Let's start here, hmm?” Shouji was silent as Aoyama’s hands, shockingly small compared to his body, moved to cup his chest.
“The way the bra clings to you is delicious, showing off your strong chest and arms. I added the accents to remind people that while you look so big and strong and perhaps intimidating to some, you’re gentle and kind. I like where it sits, I hadn't known just how nicely it would accentuate your torso here.” Aoyama’s fingers trailed lower, teasing over scars and rubbing against the edge of the lace.
“The open sections were a good choice, letting us get a taste of what's underneath without giving it all away.” Aoyama purred, toying with the ribbons on the bra. He pressed a kiss to Shouji’s shoulder, walking backward.
“Let's sit, make sure you’re properly in frame.” Shouji turned around, looking at Aoyama with wide eyes as the blonde sat on the bed and patted his lap.
“I'd crush you, I shouldn't-”
“You won't, don't worry. I wouldn't invite you onto my lap if I was worried about you hurting me. Relax, I've got you. Just tell me to stop if I ever make you uncomfortable.” Aoyama’s voice was soothing and Shouji didn't have it in him to argue, awkwardly straddling Aoyama’s thighs.
“There you go, now turn around for me, perfect. This way we can both see.” Shouji’s eyes still refused to meet his image in the mirror. Aoyama gently grabbed his chin, raising it and holding him firmly so Shouji couldn't look away.
“ Watch ,” Aoyama demanded, his other hand going to Shouji’s chin. His fingers rolled over the other man's nipple, pulling the quietest of sounds from him.
“You’re very distracting, Mezou, with or without the lingerie. I've watched you more than once during training, your strength. But what seduces me more is your heart. You’re so kind and sweet with everyone, wanting to keep them safe, make them happy. I can only think that that's why you keep this mask on.” Shouji swallowed thickly, his eyes finally flickering to the mirror and lingering. Aoyama’s eyes were piercing, taking in every inch of his body as Shouji held himself up on his thighs.
“But for me, you wore the one I made, the one that lets me see just that little bit more of you. Thank you.” Aoyama was sincere, letting go of Shouji’s face and trailing over the fabric on the mask for a moment before going lower.
“If it were up to me, I'd make you hundreds of outfits like this, keeping you on display for everyone. You’re too stunning to hide from the world.” Aoyama’s cock twitched and Shouji felt it against his back, further proof that Aoyama meant every word. The more he looked at himself, the more he could see what Aoyama was seeing, the good parts more than the bad.
“I'm very pleased with the panties, too. High Waisted suits you, even if it covers a little more than I'd like. Still, half of passion is not seeing everything at once, taking the time to strip your partner bare.” Nimble fingers toyed with Shouji’s waistband, slipping beneath the fabric for a moment before letting it snap back against his skin. It made Shouji shiver, no longer able to deny his arousal. Aoyama was silent for a few moments, his hands exploring Shouji. He skipped over his cock, slowly growing hard from the fleeting touches. Instead, Aoyama squeezed Shouji’s thick thighs, watching them jiggle a bit when he let go.
“I'm a fool, I should have thought to put you in stockings, your thighs are downright sinful .” Shouji sucked in a breath as Aoyama found yet another of his insecurities and made them sound so… sexy.
“Tell me if I'm going too far, Mezou,” Aoyama whispered, his nails scratching light patterns into Shouji’s skin.
“You aren't. But I've never-”
“You don't have to do anything, just tell me if you want me to stop.” Shouji nodded and Aoyama pressed in closer, watching Shouji’s face as his hands slid higher.
“The little open space here was self-indulgent, I wanted to see more of you, even if things hadn't gone this direction.” His voice was husky and Shouji’s nerves felt like livewires, each one leading right to his cock.
“I had guessed you were big here, I wanted to get a glimpse of your cock before I lost the chance.” Shouji hissed as Aoyama’s fingers, light as air, glided over his covered length.
“I was right.” Aoyama hummed, doing it again. He could feel the way Shouji twitched and squirmed from just that much contact, affirming his thoughts that the only hand that had been here was his own.
“Do you see what I see now, Mezou? How alluring you are, how beautiful?”
“I'm… I'm starting to.” Shouji mumbled, embarrassed. With a mask so sheer, Aoyama could get a peek at the flush that covered the other man's cheeks.
“I'll have to keep showing you, then.” Aoyama ground his hips upward, rutting against Shouji’s ass, bare where the panties didn't reach.
“I've wanted this since I first measured you, maybe even before then. I wanted to touch you and ruin you and watch you fall apart in my hands. You look so sexy in the lingerie I made you, it's hard to hold back.” Aoyama’s slender fingers stroked Shouji’s cock over the panties, dipping between the ribbons to touch bare skin. It was torturously slow, Shouji unable to look away as Aoyama’s other hand glided up his chest.
“I wouldn't change a thing, you look exquisite. I'm so glad you chose this mask, it works perfectly with the rest of the outfit.” Shouji’s hips bucked of their own accord, searching for Aoyama’s touch.
“I want you to watch yourself descend into ecstasy, Mezou. I want you to see it through my eyes while I touch you and make you feel good.” Shouji had no choice but to comply, shuddered under Aoyama’s unbroken gaze as his hand sped up. It was so different from when he touched himself, every point of contact driving him crazy. He could feel Aoyama’s chest against his back, warm and solid as he pressed a few kisses to Shouji’s back. The lacy fabric of the panties, once comfortable, now felt too tight, the friction threatening to make his cock leak.
“I wish I could take more time with you, watch your reaction to some toys, finger you open for my cock so that I could split you in half, or you could do the same for me.” Aoyama’s tone sounded more desperate, more excited. Shouji’s gaze jumped between the hand on his cock, stroking him through the panties as the tip threatened to escape the high waistband, and the hand on his chest, massaging him.
“Tell me what you want from me, Mezou.”
“I-I… more…”
“Ah-ah! Words please, use that lovely voice of yours.” Shouji moaned, the praise going right to his cock.
“Need to feel your hand on me, please…” He groaned, his breath hitching as Aoyama’s fingers dipped into the waist of the panties, teasing. Shouji was close to begging, his cock aching to be touched as Aoyama played with him. Thankfully, he didn't have to. Aoyama wrapped his hand around Shouji’s bare cock, almost thick enough for him to not be able to close his fingers, and stroked from base to tip experimentally. Shouji bucked, electric pleasure setting his blood on fire. He had never felt a desire like this, to be touched by Aoyama, entirely at his mercy.
“Ah, you liked that, hmm? Want to keep these on for me?” Shouji nodded, struggling to find his words.
“I like how it looks, l-like this.” He managed, flushing brightly all the way down his neck.
“Then keep your eyes on my hand.” Aoyama purred, his other hand slipping under the bottom edge of the bra to play with Shouji’s chest. Blunt nails scratched over his skin, little prickles of pleasure adding to the bonfire growing in Shouji’s abdomen.
“Fuck, you really are a sight to see.” Aoyama cursed, setting a comfortable pace of jacking Shouji off, twisting his wrist to make him moan.
“Don't quiet yourself for me, I want to hear how good I make you feel.” Shouji nodded quickly, yelping when Aoyama tweaked a nipple.
“Y-your hands feel so good, s-soft…” Shouji muttered, rolling his hips into Aoyama’s hand. He couldn't silence his moans and gasps as Aoyama brought him close to the edge, the panties almost like a vice around his cock and balls.
“Not g-going to be able, g-gods, last long. T-too much!” Shouji cried, leaning back against Aoyama as his thighs quivered, barely holding himself up.
“Going to cum for me, Mezou?”
“Y-yes!”
“Not yet, just a second.” Aoyama seamlessly slipped out from under Shouji, gripping the base of his cock tightly before he could cum.
“I don't want you making a mess of these, beautiful,” Aoyama muttered, settling on his knees in front of Shouji and tugging the panties down. They settled just under his cock, letting it spring free for Aoyama to see. Feeling the size of it was one thing, but the visual? He could have come just from that alone. Shouji’s cock was a masterpiece, the head fat and shiny with precum. Veins bulged on the underside, the entire thing colored red with desperation.
Shouji shivered under Aoyama’s hungry stare, glancing away. The blonde cursed in French before leaning in, taking the tip of Shouji’s aching cock past his lips. The wet heat was a pleasure Shouji had never felt before, forcing himself to sit still and not buck his hips deeper. Aoyama moaned around the tip, taking another inch before bobbing his head. The way Shouji stretched his lips almost painfully wide had him palming his cock, groaning. Slowly, Aoyama fit more and more of Shouji’s length down his throat, huffing through his nose as his eyes drifted closed, focused on his task.
“Oh fuck, Y-Yuuga, you feel so good. I c-can't, you should p-pull back before i-”
Anything else Shouji wanted to say was drowned out by his own moans as Aoyama hummed around his cock, swallowing around as much as he could without gagging. He gripped Shouji’s thighs tightly, making it clear he wasn't going anywhere as Shouji tried in vain to stave off his orgasm. Another swallow and a flicker of tongue and Shouji was lost, the last thread of his control snapping. One hand flew to his mouth, covering it over the mask as he moaned and cried out, his eyes rolling shut.
Behind Shouji, his quirk went off, multiple mouths sprouting off his arms and wailing in a way he wouldn't have allowed otherwise. Aoyama groaned around his cock, looking up with wide, teary eyes as he swallowed Shouji’s cum in spurts. His own cock pulsed and spilled inside his pants, soaking through til Aoyama could feel it through the fabric. It only turned him on more, his eyes fluttering closed as he relished the pleasure. Shouji’s spare moans whined and whimpered as oversensitivity set in, nearly painful pleasure rushing through him as Aoyama sucked absently on his softening cock.
“T-too sensitive…” Shouji managed to get out, his chest heaving with the effort to breathe. Slowly, Aoyama pulled back, teasingly pressing his tongue to the slit before letting go of Shouji’s length.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to… yet…” Shouji huffed, pushing his sweaty hair off his face. His mask had slipped down his mouth in the chaos, revealing it.
“Oh, don't apologize for a thing.” Aoyama grinned, licking his lips.
“You were lovely, I enjoyed it just as much as you.” Aoyama stood, gesturing to the obvious wet spot on his pants.
“O-oh…” Shouji muttered, staring. Aoyama giggled and settled in Shouji’s lap, plucking at one of the bra’s straps.
“With me, never feel as if you have to hide yourself. Your body, or here.” He thumbed over Shouji’s lips, gently pulling downwards until Shouji gave in and let his mouth fall open. Inside were sharp teeth and a pointed tongue, longer than most. A few scars were near Shouji’s mouth, older but still obvious.
“You have nothing for me to fear or dislike, not an inch of your body should be kept from the world, in my opinion.” Aoyama’s voice was little more than a whisper as he dragged a finger over one of Shouji’s razor-sharp teeth.
“Wear what makes you comfortable, but don't change for my sake. Or anyone else's.” Nervously, Shouji leaned in and Aoyama met him halfway, kissing him deeply. Warmth spread through Shouji’s body and he relaxed, safe in Aoyama’s embrace. He would have to offer something to the blonde later in return for all he had given him, but for now, Shouji was content to just enjoy the moment.