Little Explosions [kiribaku]

Epilogue (Pt. 2)

A/N: This is the chapter with smut! Also the final part of the epilogue. Also also, this chapter is really fucking long.
Here's some trans man lingo that's used in this chapter:
Bottom growth: a small "penis" that trans men develop when they go on testosterone. Caused by the clitoris widening and lengthening. Also called a T Dick.
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Kirishima's POV
I stumbled into the hotel room, slightly tipsy and ready to fall asleep. I wasn't horribly drunk but I wasn't completely sober. Bakugo trailed behind me, walking perfectly fine as he didn't have any alcohol. Something about it being unhealthy.

"Ughhh..." I groaned, slumping down onto the bed, "I'm so tired..."

The hotel bed was surprisingly comfortable, probably more than the bed back at home. Guess hotels try really hard when you tell them you're pro heroes on your honeymoon. We had decided to have our wedding in the spot where we were supposed to have our honeymoon, AKA Hawaii. Cliche I know, but Katsuki really wanted to and I didn't have the heart to tell him no.

"I told you not to drink baby," Katsuki teased, sitting down in the bed next to me.

"I had like... three shots. And you know I handle alcohol well. Just sleepy," I defended, rubbing my face with my hands to try and wake myself back up.

"This corset is killing me," He groaned, rubbing his back and stretching.

"You're the one who wanted to wear it babe," I laughed, sitting back up and starting to take off my suit.

He laughed and started undoing his corset, sighing as it became less and less tight. He had asked me to put it on a couple weeks ago just for fun, and to be honest it felt almost exactly like a binder. I could probably wear it for hours and not be sore from it after all those years of having to wear it before my top surgery.

I set my suit down on the hotel room dresser, so I was only in my button up, tie, and dress pants. I kicked off my shoes and threw them by the door, happy to take them off. My feet were so sore from standing up and walking for hours.

Katsuki came up behind me and wrapped me in a hug, trailing his hands over my torso as he buried his face into my neck and kissed me. He was still taller than I was, but he height difference had gotten more drastic. He's about 6'0 and I'm still 5'5.

"Do you wanna start opening all those things people gave to us?" He asked, gesturing towards the big pile of various shaped boxes in the corner of the room.

I sighed, "I thought we said we didn't want anything?"

"Yeah. People insisted so the staff just threw em in here. We can open the ones from people we know first though." He said, tugging me over to the corner.

I sat down on the floor with my legs spread open in front of me, and Katsuki took it upon himself to sit right in the middle and push his back up to my chest. I wrapped my arms around his torso and rested my head on his shoulder, watching as he grabbed the first box and slowly started undoing the wrapping.

"Okay so this ones from... Todoroki!" He announced, gently peeling the tape off and opening up the cardboard packaging.

He took out two mugs, both white. One of them had the letters "I'm His" in calligraphy and the other read "He's Mine". It was adorable.

"Aww... you get the 'I'm His' cup." Katsuki laughed, gently holding them and admiring them.

"How come I don't get the 'He's Mine' one?" I asked, pretending to be offended as he handed me the cup.