It had been an incredibly hectic day. You'd had no idea that a wedding could be so demanding and exhausting to put together. But in the end, with a lot of assistance from Katakuri's many siblings and the servants of the castle, the ceremony had been held without much of a hitch.
And what a beautiful ceremony it was! Big Mom loved any excuse to hold a celebration, and spared no expense when hosting them. Divine food the likes of which you'd never tasted before, and decorations handmade by the incredibly skilled artisans from around the country. Every little detail was attended to and refined, everywhere you looked, you couldn't believe the end result. Your wedding day. Gorgeous, an event you would never forget.
With the castle grounds as the venue, there were hundreds in attendance to see you married to the strongest of the Big Mom Pirates, their noble and honorable Sweet Commander. Many you didn't know, but there were just as numerous of your friends, of relatives you would soon call family.
You'd walked down that aisle--it felt so much longer than you'd expected it to--in approach to the dais overlooking the garden. Katakuri stood expectantly, gazing at you with a soft expression in his eyes when you were near enough to distinguish it. You were certain a matching gaze was reflected in your own face.
You could feel your heart pound in anticipation when you finally went to stand at his side, just a few feet shy of his imposing height. You both towered over the priest who was to wed the both of you together.
The priest's voice droned through the many passages required by law to bind your marriage. Half of the words passed right through you, your attention focused on your soon-to-be-husband rather than the actual ceremony. A bit of a shame, really. All this work put into the event, and the only one you had eyes for was Katakuri.
Well...that's how it should be, you supposed.
You said your vows where appropriate. You slipped the band onto Katakuri's finger when asked. You'd been prompted to kiss him, and you did happily. There was no shock when he unveiled his face with a gentle tug at the decorative scarf around his neck, as you'd seen his full visage before. But you admit you'd never seen him as happy as you did as you leaned in to complete your union, save perhaps the moment you'd said yes to his proposal.
It all came and went in a blur. A wonderful, joyous blur.
The reception flew by just as quickly, all of Katakuri's family celebrating your union. Eh, well...some of them. The rest were just happy to have some of the delicious food they were promised, Big Mom being one of them. You weren't stupid enough to think that all of your now-in-laws cared terribly about you--The Charlottes could be selfish at best--though you found it impossible to feel anything less than happiness to finally be married to the love of your life. All else fell to the wayside.
You danced. You laughed. You basked in the well-wishes and congratulations that attendees showered you with. You ate and drank and were merry, side by side with your husband. If anything at all had happened during the course of your wedding that could have marred the wonderful memory, you knew not of it. It was perfect, in all aspects of the word.
And when the sun finally disappeared below the distant horizon, and the partying came to a exhausted close, you returned home to at last have some peace and quiet with your beloved.
You were both tired. Kata was skilled at hiding his fatigue, but even you could see the way his eyes were a little half-lidded and sleepy. But with the help of Brulee's devil fruit, you arrived home in no time, back in your bedroom.
It was dark, the lights having been left off since that morning, and while you sat with an exhausted sigh on the edge of the bed, Katakuri goes over to the dresser and lights the candle that sits upon it. The small flame flickers to life and inanimate shadows sway in the dull orange light along the walls.
He returns to your side, sitting with a heavy thump on the bed, still dressed in his formal clothing. And for several moments, there is a comfortable silence between you. What a day. It was strange to realize that it was nearing its end already.
You glance up when your peripheral vision catches Katakuri looking your way, and he flashes you a gentle smile. His eyes rove your face, as if committing the sight of you to memory. You return the gesture, gazing upon your husband with such affection.
Heavy feelings you didn't have the ability to label welled up in your chest. There were so many things you wanted to say, but didn't know how to articulate them properly right now. The journey to becoming his spouse had been a long one, and perhaps difficult at times, but here having accomplished just that, you knew it had all been worth it.
Oh, you just wanted to kiss him. All over. You'd kissed him a hundred times, but you felt you needed to a thousand more times. Oh...there were many things you wanted to do, now that you could. And as the realization finally settled in that you were both finally alone, in the dark, with an empty house and no obligations the coming morning, your many imaginations lit a spark inside of you.
It was a bridge neither of you had yet crossed, but truthfully you were not at all nervous to take that first step.
"Kata." You mutter, leaning closer to place a hand on his leg. His own reaches up to rest upon it. "Isn't it customary for a new couple to, uh...consummate their wedding day after the celebrations are done?"
You feel the way he misses a breath, holding still as he looks you in both eyes, watching or waiting for something specific perhaps. "...it is."
You give an encouraging smile, hand drawing lazy circles on his pants, meandering and without a path in mind. You didn't want to be too forward right off the bat, given you'd never been intimate before.
"Perhaps it's an antiquated custom, but I admit I'm not opposed to keeping some traditions intact." You say coyly, expression leaving it very clear where you were wanting this conversation to go.
You see him swallow, but his eyes flicker down past your chin. Ah, you'd caught him. He was just as interested in this as you were. What a relief. "And I've always wondered...always dreamed about how you would feel...when you're deep inside of me."
This time, when your hand circles back up his leg, you allow it to continue until your hand brushes along the crotch of his pants. His hips shift up reflexively, seeking more, while he suppresses a groan.
His hand reaches out and grabs your wrist, putting a half on any further pressure you might have wanted to apply. And when you look up, his expression is mixed.
"I want nothing more, Y/N. It's a thought I've had time and time again, but we have never..." his head shakes, eyes glancing away with either shame or something else, "...if we aren't careful, you might...I just don't want to hurt you."
"You won't." You say with complete confidence.
"There is always a chance."
"Kata." You say, shifting to face him and taking his hand into your own. "Do you love me?"
His brows knit in confusion. "Of course."
"Then I know I am in good hands." You say with a reassuring smile, your thumbs brushing over his knuckles. "Even if there is some pain, I know you will not have done it intentionally. And I don't want you to be afraid of...being with me."
He gives a little sigh, but you can already see the fight leaving his expression, his hands pulling you a little closer. "It is our wedding night. If something were to happen, I don't want to be the reason your memory of it is tarnished in some way."
"Pain or pleasure," you say with a little laugh, "good or bad, whatever happens, if it's a moment with you then it's one worth remembering."
There's nothing he says to that. What could he say? Choosing instead to pull you just the little bit closer required to capture your lips in a kiss, you easily fall into him and return it with contentment.
It's soft, hesitant, as if he expected for you to change your mind all of a sudden. But when it becomes clear that you will not be dissuaded by the possibility of pain, his shoulders loosen up and he presses in with more desire.
You're mindful of his teeth, large and protruding. They can be sharp, but he's intent not to scratch or puncture your skin with them, one of his hands reaching up to cradle your face with care. He tastes like the sweet cake and the wine that you'd both indulged in during your reception. Mmm...sweet in many ways.
Your skin is abuzz with anticipation, but you're in no rush. You have all night to enjoy Katakuri to your heart's desire. And for that first time, you wanted to do it right. He hadn't been lying when he said something could happen. Without proper preparation, that is. But going it slow, taking it a step at a time, that was just fine with you.
The clothes between you are removed one slow layer at a time. With each one, lips fall to newly exposed skin, kissing and tasting as they went. You were no stranger to his body, nor him to yours, but knowing that this time your intense feelings of lust would finally be sated made everything feel more erotic. The way he payed such attention to your body made it feel as if each inch of you was a newly discovered treasure to be admired. You felt made of the finest gold or the most precious of gems under his eager lips and fingers.
His hands were gentle, tender and soft, against your skin. Each touch was a question, your quiet sighs and whimpers the answer, for him to continue on. Perhaps he was too caught up in his own head to really be enjoying this like you were, you eventually started to realize. You began to get the sense that he was still holding something back.
"Kata, it's alright." You say breathlessly against his lips after you seek them again, hands lowering to the button and zipper of his dress pants. "I'm not going to run away. I'm not going to break."
"Don't wanna hurt you." He mutters back, stealing kisses where he can. His eyes are heavy, the darkness in his eyes and the hardening bulge in his pants betraying his excitement. "Don't want you to regret anything."
"I could never regret you."
The conviction behind your words helps. Because after a moment, his kisses return in full strength, hands helping you to rid the last layer that stood between each other.
Katakuri pulls away just enough to kick away his pants. And when he turns back to you, he lifts you by your hips and presses you backwards onto the middle of the bed's comforter, taking up the space above you. His face is red--perhaps with embarrassment, perhaps with lust--and his eyes take in the sight of you beneath him, so welcome and inviting to his touch. Open and ready and willing.
You melt against him as he kisses your neck with such passion, ever mindful of his fangs, relishing in the way his larger body keeps you pressed down into the soft bed.
You're crushed under his weight, but to be smothered by him was such a delight. If he became the air you breathed, then so be it. You were committed to him body and soul. The oxygen in your lungs seemed just as fitting as well.
His warm, panting breaths against your neck descended down along your collarbone. Such a simple sound had you curling your toes, your fingers feeling and relishing in his taut and strong body. But your breath hitched and you choked on a sob when a stray hand drifted down to touch at your sensitive bud below, testing and experimenting. There was a momentary feeling of shame at your abrupt reaction, but mere seconds later his fingers delved past the hood of your clit and into the wetness that lay within you.
You feel more than hear him groan, his breath leaving him in a huff as he feels you so intimately. Two fingers already has you feeling full, the pressure of his digits swirling slow circles inside more than you expected. Teeth bite down on your bottom lip to prevent more surprised noises from escaping.
But it's a losing battle, trying to muffle your pleasure.
His lips descends lower until one of your nipples is given a curious lick. You hum appreciatively. Then with a grin you don't see, he takes your breast into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the soft flesh. A gasp escapes you, forced out when his teeth gently drag along the sides of your breast. Finally, one particularly precise curl of his fingers in your pussy has you keening his name in a choked breath, nails dragging down his chest.
You're strung tighter than a metal coil, and he hasn't even done much yet. But the anticipation, the longing that was finally drawing nearer and nearer, had already gotten you half-way to where you needed to be. It takes longer than you care to admit to realize that you weren't returning much of the favor.
That certainly needed to be changed.
You're still writhing and twitching under his mouth and hand as your palm slides down the expanse of his torso, lower and lower along the trail of hair further still, until you gently stroke along his bare cock. Soft and yet hard, but beautiful to you. His hips nudge forward to follow the sensation of touch, a low and pleased groan muffled around your breast as you fully wrap your fingers around his girth.
A slow few pumps of his cock in your hands is enough to distract him with what he was doing. You feel his fingers still, his mouth open as he breathes against your skin in short, shallow breaths. You had barely touched him, your hand job nothing short of gentle and preliminary, and yet he reacted to strongly to your touch.
Was he as wound up as you, so soon? The thought sent pleasure plummeting to your throbbing core.
"Kata, I-" You breathe in a harsh whisper, train of thought derailing for several moments as he seems to collect himself enough to resume his fingers' work, this time with a third digit introduced to your soaking heat. "...I want...please, let me feel you inside."
"A little more." Your loving husband tried to reason, still so afraid of causing you pain.
But lust had fully taken over your cognitive function, and with a few rolls of your hips into the penetration of his fingers you're shamelessly begging. "Please, Kata, please...I've waited so long--ahhh--I'm ready, I want it, I need you inside-"
You're not sure if your begging is what directly causes Katakuri's resolve to crumble so quickly, but you feel a growl from his throat as he shifts you both so that his face is hovering above your own, hips slotted between yours snugly. His forehead drops down to rest against your own, eyes closed with concentration and the effort of holding his eagerness back as he moves to rub his cock through your wet folds.
You shiver, and so does he. The closeness, and the feeling of being so near to what it was you wanted most...your head falls deeper into the bed as you lift your hips in an effort for more. His cock-head slide back up and brushes your clit just right to make you whimper and twitch sharply.
Each pass of his cock through your folds sickens him further, simultaneously dragging you closer to an inadvertent orgasm. You selfishly think that you want the first one to come when he's buried deep inside, but it's all so intense you don't think you'll last that long.
"Y/N." Katakuri leans down to kiss you, as if apologizing in advance for anything that might happen. "Tell me to...to stop if it becomes too much."
You nod frantically, only half paying attention as your fingers grip onto his arms in wait. Your legs widen just a little more, doing all you can to accommodate him as he shift and leans back to position himself against your entrance.
It starts as a growing pressure when Katakuri begins the gentle thrust inside of you. You're stretched wider than you've experienced before, wider than his fingers, and your lower muscles tense in reflex. Your wince is purely from uncertainty of what to expect, whether pain will overcome you or if there will be nothing but pleasure.
Katakuri watches your reactions with careful patience, inching his length inside with a slack jaw. He's fighting the urge to hurry the rest of the way in, to bottom out entirely so soon. He knows too much at once could hurt you, and you're thankful he's so considerate to you.
And then you feel a flash of momentary pain. The stretching of your walls is a little quicker than you can comfortably handle, it seems. Enough so that you grimace and grunt, which makes him stop abruptly.
"Did I-?"
"No." You interrupt in a strained murmur, giving him no opportunity to second guess himself. You fear if he backed out now you couldn't convince him to try again this night. "Keep going."
A heart beat, and then two, pass. But he does further push inside, and before long you feel his hips press against your body as he fully seats himself within your cunt.
Katakuri's breathing is heavy and strained, eyes closed in a scrunch. He holds himself above you by his elbows, but every twitch of your body as you adjust to his size is enough to have his thighs tensing to resist the urge to thrust in deeper.
The feeling of being filled by him so completely is indescribable. The few seconds of pain from before have already been forgotten, replaced instead by a euphoria and pleasure like you've never experienced, and only when your own hips rock back against him does he dare to move.
The first few thrusts are cautious, pulling out of you to enter only a tad bit faster than the initial one. Your expression of pure pleasure is what finally convinces him to speed up into a slow and lazy pace.
"My god, Kata..." You breathe out reverently, nails digging just a little deeper into his skin. "It's so...so much better than...I imagined."
"So tight." He grunts beneath his breath, opening his eyes to gaze upon you again. The amount of adoration in his expression is overwhelming.
And for as patient as you've been thus far, with him now filling you so well, you arch your back a little as a sense of urgency overcomes you. "Faster..."
You hear him groan, and his pace does quicken a little, but certainly not by the margin you were hoping for. He's still holding back. Still worried that you'd break. But you'd had enough time to adjust, to accommodate his size. You wanted Katakuri. All of him. All at once.
"Don't want to hurt you..." He mutters just inches from your lips, clearly doing his best not to rush this first time. "...but you feel so good."
"Give it to me, Kata...just let me have it." You whisper, leaning up to place a kiss against his mouth before giving a teasing lick just after. You want him to snap, you want him to break and take the both of you to your peaks.
And he does. Finally, he gives you what you want.
His next thrust is harder. Experimental, to see if you cry out from pain. But when he hears nothing but pleasure coloring the tone of your surprised moan, he does it again. And then faster. Until his hips were driving you just that little bit deeper into the mattress as he truly begins to fuck you properly.
You hold onto his arms for dear life, dragged into an unexpected and debilitating orgasm within the first ten thrusts. Your loud cries for more only fuels his resolve to see and feel you come apart beneath him. Now that he had you, he wanted to experience you fully. A fact you were more than happy with.
One of his hands presses your leg down into the mattress, stretching you a little wider and changing the angle of his thrusts to a much more sensitive place than before. Your already-tingling and snapping nerve endings are reignited at the adjustment.
At this point, you're just along for the ride, willing him to do what he wished with you.
Kata watches with lust-blown eyes, cataloging every expression you give him, every twitch and instinctual reaction to his cock. The way your back arches upwards off the bed when he hits that one spot deep inside of you, the sounds you make with each snap of his hips, or the way your nails scratches little marks on his arm when he gives a particularly hard thrust. He's enthralled by it all, mesmerized and perhaps in a daze.
You're struck by your second orgasm just as Kata's brows furrow and he puts greater effort into his speed and penetration. His pace begins to loose consistency, rough and erratic as he nears his own end.
And the breathy and jagged groans he begins to emit are the sweetest and most erotic sounds you've ever heard, second only to the deep, gasped moan that rips from his throat as he does finally cum, hips coming to an abrupt stop buried as far in as he could go inside of you. He ruts with a press of his hips as each new spurt of seed fills your cunt. You can't feel it, but knowing it's there is enough to satisfy.
You're shaky and sweaty on the comedown, the bed's comforter just a little too hot at your back as reality once again sets in. You can feel the slight tremble in Katakuri's arms as he keeps himself up from falling against you, equally as sweaty and spent. It wouldn't be all bad to be crushed by his weight, especially in the afterglow, but perhaps the next time.
As the dull rushing of blood in your ears begins to subside and your breathing evens out, you look up to see Katakuri already searching your face. One of his hands reaches up and moves some of your hair out of your face. Oh dear, you must look a mess.
"That was..." You try to muster something to say, but only end up smiling and laughing a little to yourself. He chuckles too, but you can tell that he's overall subdued at the moment. Perhaps the magnitude of your first coupling has gripped him.
You're both silent, thinking to yourselves that there was no place in the world you'd rather be than by the other's side.
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