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If you thought the day couldn't get any better, you were sorely mistaken. Let’s just say that Big mom definitely knew how to host a party and Streusen definitely knew how to cook. So the spread, as you could imagine, was spectacular! Rows and rows of tiny savoury pastries, sandwiches and snacks neatly lined two of the eight buffet tables. Gigantic pots filled with stews, curries, soups and the like, sat pride of place on the third and fourth. And, naturally, they were accompanied with starches, freshly baked crispy rolls, soft glutinous stretchy flatbreads, perfectly seasoned and fluffy jewelled rice, your mouth couldn't stop watering, and this was all before you caught sight of the dessert spread.
Four tables, filled with an unending assortment of sweets. There were cookies, éclairs, croissants, homemade chocolates, tarts, mini cakes, five separate croquembouche towers and that was only to name a few! There were syrups and sprinkles and wafers and creams and custards. Everything even remotely related to desserts was there, laid bare on one of those four tables. Streusen had spared no expense, although you must say that the pièce de resistance was the wedding cake. Never had you seen such a decadent and artistic structure! Four humongous tiers in varying shades of pink loomed over the centre of the room. The tiers were so large and set the cake so high that it rivalled Katakuri in height and Big Mom in girth. Each tier although similar in colour, was decorated most differently. The middle tier resembled a carousel, whilst the bottom one was adorned with piped sashes, but you couldn't take your eyes off the top of the cake. Any other couple would have had a 'normal' wedding cake topper, a bride and groom in a romantic pose, but the structure on top of your cake was far removed from the mainstream. Your wedding cake was topped with a pair of donuts that had been painstakingly modelled after both you and Katakuri. It was an extremely sweet thought, and you knew this idea most definitely stemmed from the maids that worked the kitchens.
Honestly, you appreciated the food and the effort, you really did, it was just a shame that you couldn't eat any of it! Don't misunderstand, you weren't eating because you were nervous, but because you didn't want to be sporting a food baby in any of your wedding photos. One mouthful would never be enough, you'd sit and stuff yourself till you toppled over! It was a traumatic experience really, having to forgo such delectable food, but at least you had Katakuri by your side (naturally he wasn't eating anything either). It was calming the way you sat huddled together like two peas in a pod, watching as your families mingled and enjoyed the celebrations. Not long after the ceremony many of the guests left, and now with it being so late into the night only family remained (and the majority of them had let their inhibitions take over).
"They're a little too happy, don't you think," Katakuri remarked straightening his tie.
"What's not to be happy about?!" You retorted scrunching your face, "weddings are beautiful things, and... who wouldn't want to enjoy all that lovely food."
Katakuri pondered your longing expression and scoffed, "... And why aren't you eating?"
"B-because," you stuttered leaning back and pulling at the fabric of your dress, "this is an unforgiving dress, if I eat anything I'll be bulging and we've still got our first dance—
Katakuri cut you off with a sigh that softly melted into a chuckle, "it wouldn't matter to me," he stated solemnly, "you're perfect no matter—
*chink* *chink*
Before Katakuri could finish, as per usual, he was rudely interrupted by the soft tapping of glass.
"Ahem, as THE best man," Oven began, hoisting up his toast glass with a red face (it was clear he was well into the party mood), "I would like to thank you all—
"Best MEN... You mean," said Daifuku (equally as red as his brother) grabbing the glass from Oven’s hand.
"As best MEN," Oven mimicked, snatching the glass back, "that better moustache?"
"Hah?! What'd you say?! At least I can grow one!" Daifuku replied squaring up to oven. But before they could ruin this joyous and lovely occasion with a tousle, in swooped Cracker, who expertly stole the glass from in between them.
"Oi, you lump heads! You're spoiling the mood, go sit down!" he scolded ushering the two to their seats. Oven and Daifuku both groaned at Cracker, but in the end they did sit down obligingly.
Seeing that he had monopoly over the floor (and everyone’s attention) Cracker cleared his throat and decided to continue where Oven had left off. "Thank you everyone for coming today, I know that a lot of us never thought we'd live to see this, our Nii-sama getting married..."
Oh god, here we go. Cracker is about to open his mouth, please bring back the triplets.
"Not that we didn't think he'd be the type," he added with a smirk, which garnered a few giggles from the crowd. "But we just couldn’t see him settling with anyone. Onii-sama," he said addressing Katakuri, "I mean it when I say that you're the most valuable member of this family. You're smart, reliable and level-headed. You're the strongest of all of us, and I never thought it possible that you'd marry, let alone find someone so..."
Here we go... he's going to insult you. What's he going to call you, a snake? A worm—
"Deserving as the woman next to you."
You struggled to react. What had happened to Cracker? Was that a genuine compliment.
Cracker smiled bitterly to himself and softly surveyed the room, "since it's just us lot now I think I'm allowed to say this... Nii-sama, I knew from the moment you asked me to make a guard for that woman that you'd fallen for her... And," he said, lowering his eyes apologetically, "that's why I've been a bit hard on you (Y/N), I'm sorry for that."
An... apology? First he compliments you and now he apologises? And he even called you by your name!
Whilst you were well and truly gobsmacked by Crackers complete 360, Katakuri shimmied nervously in his chair and broke out in a deep, cold sweat. He needed to find a way to silence his brother, if Cracker continued on this train of conversation he'd most definitely tarnish his image. Katakuri couldn't have his family thinking less of him, he couldn't have them thinking he was weak.
Straightening his posture, Katakuri crossed his legs and placed a small amount of distance between you. You smiled softly and followed Katakuri's lead, gently separating yourself from him. It didn't pain you, you understood Katakuri's need to maintain his image, he'd already told you as much, but Cracker (and the rest of the room) felt differently.
"You shouldn't be like that Nii-sama!" Cracker responded, calling out Katakuri's superfluous gesture, "there's no need to hide it! We've all seen it, every one of us has seen how you look at her... and how she looks at you. Why can't you just trust us?!" He snapped, stamping his foot to the floor, which garnered a great deal of nods and grunts of approval from the Charlotte family, who were all watching you and Katakuri very closely.
"You'd lost a part of yourself Nii-sama... and she'd found it," Cracker continued pointing at you, "... she found it before any one of us realised it was missing. She is a force to be reckoned with! She bested me, took on King... and stood up to mama. We couldn't ask for anyone better for you, we all accept her! So... don't pretend like your feelings aren't there! We're not children anymore Nii-sama! All of us understand that you're only human and you loving someone won't make us respect you any less! Just... just like you losing... didn't make any one of us respect you any less."
Taking a brief moment of respite to calm his emotions, Cracker halted his speech and used the cuff of his suit to wipe at his eyes. He wasn't just speaking from his heart, but from the whole families and you could see that the words he spoke weighed very heavily upon him. These words, although very simple, held immense thought and emotion. A few simple words that every member of the family wanted to tell him, words that had probably been eating at them for a very, very long time.
'Please don't worry Katakuri, losing didn't make us love you any less.'
Katakuri, as you could imagine was most definitely surprised and his eyes sported the faint glimmer of tears, much like the rest of the room. Each member of his family looked on, some with tears streaming down their faces and others with gritted teeth trying furiously to hold back their waterfalls.
Katakuri had always been consumed by portraying his immovable and unbeatable image, that he neglected to actually consider what his family wanted. It was a simple request really, they just wanted to see the true him. They'd catch glimpses of it every now and again, there would be times that his mask would slip, albeit very slightly. Once in a while, he'd audibly laugh when one of his siblings would tell a dreadful joke. Once in a while, he'd allow himself to slump against the wall when he found himself tired. Once in a while he'd forget himself and show his family that he's not this unstoppable force that he pretends to be.
"We... we never knew you could say that sort of stuff," Cracker sniffed, holding back his tears, "none of us had ever seen you like that before Nii-sama and it makes us think that we don't know you at all!"
But today more so than ever, Katakuri's mask well and truly slipped and words that no one ever expected fell from his lips. His promise to cherish you, to take on your dreams and to entrust his life to you. It would be a lie to say that the Charlotte family didn't hold (at least) a drop of resentment towards you. After all, you'd been able to get closer to their brother than they ever could. You'd seen a side to him that they'd only ever seen in glimpses. It upset them sure, but it gladdened them all the same because he'd found someone that truly understood him.
"I'm sorry that we couldn't be enough, I'm sorry that we've put all this pressure on you to be perfect. It... it must've." It was here that Cracker began to struggle, his emotions preceded his mouth and he became a bumble of words, clutching tightly on to the toast glass in his hands. "Being... so alone... it must've been... so hard."
You reached for Katakuri's hand and sandwiched it between yours. Never in your wildest dreams had you expected to cry at your wedding. Well, maybe a few tears of happiness, but not this. You used your hands that grasped Katakuri's as leverage to hold back your tears, but it didn't work at all well. You clutched to his hand for dear life, yet your tears still streamed down your face. Perhaps it was because you were crying for two, maybe that was why there was no stopping them.
Katakuri didn't show it outwardly, but you could sense it though his hand, the immense relief that permeated through him. This, was all he'd ever wanted... acceptance and understanding. Yes, it had indeed been difficult, it had been trying, sometimes it had been downright impossible, but if it allowed him to protect his family Katakuri was willing to endure any hardship.
Despite feeling incredibly emotional, Katakuri couldn't cry, he couldn't react. All these years of stoicism prevented it, despite his family asking so earnestly, he couldn't give them what they wanted. These words, although appreciated had come too late. So, all he could do was clutch your hand in return.
"Nii-sama," Cracker wailed, "we just... we just—
"What we're all trying to say," Oven interjected, laying a supportive hand on Crackers shoulder and relieving him from the burden of the now incredibly heavy toast cup. "Is that we love you... Just the way you are."
"And although it feels like we've lost you a little," Daifuku added, "we are all very—
"Very," Oven echoed, grabbing Daifuku's shoulder with a hearty laugh.
"Happy for you," the two chimed in unison offering huge hearty smiles to you both. In an instant, with the help of oven and Daifuku's charisma, the heavy and sad hue that had settled in the room dissipated and now the family sat with happy smiles on their faces.
"Katakuri-nii," Cracker sniffled, once again stealing the toast cup, "CONGRATULATIONS!"
"Here here!"
"Mama mama!"
"And... Onee-Sama," Cracker said holding the toast glass in your direction, "... welcome to the family."
You softly wiped the tears that formed in your eyes and gave Cracker a hearty smile.
'Welcome to the family?'
You pushed your shoulder against Katakuri and gave his hand a firm squeeze. You never expected this outcome. You still remembered your first run in with the Charlotte family, the looks of contempt and judgement that pierced through you as you stumbled down the aisle of the Queens chamber. You came here for safety, you came here for peace of mind, but never did you expect to be accepted as one of them. It was incredibly warming, and you couldn't have felt—
"Hey, Onee-chan!" Pudding groaned interrupting your beautiful thoughts regarding your newfound family. "What are you doing? Drink up!" She urged, forcing a rather full wine glass into your hand.
You shook your head vigorously. Really, what was with this woman? She knows you're bad with alcohol. "I-I can't—
"It's fine! Even if you get a little tipsy... Your husband is right there to look after you," she said pointing at Katakuri, "now drink up! That toast was for you."
"But Pudding I—
"Release your inhibitions (Y/N)," Winnie interjected casually swirling her wine glass and giving you a sexy wink, "it'll help you... loosen up."
That right there was all the persuading you needed, and in an instant the wine was down your neck and making its way into your brain. You knew exactly what Winnie was hinting at and she was right, you needed all the help you could get! Wine would definitely be able to loosen your lips and perhaps it could help you in being a little more forward.
"(Y/N)?" Katakuri inquired worriedly after seeing you down the whole glass in a few gulps, "are you okay?"
"Mm," you replied pushing yourself into his arm and giving a small hiccup, "b-but... can I ask you to look after me?"
Sighing lightly Katakuri gently took the glass from your hand and placed it away from you, "... I suppose."
Lifting her glass, Winnie giggled at the exchange and took a small sip of her wine.
"Kukukuku, something amusing my love?" Perospero inquired, draping an arm around her shoulder.
"I was just thinking to myself," she replied slipping her hand over his. "They really do suit one another."
"I agree," Perospero said setting his cane down.
"So... I guess we're next?" Winnie mused tugging Perospero's tie, "it's only right that you make an honest woman out of me... Especially after all you've done."
"Kukuku, my love," he replied grasping her hand and giving it a tough squeeze, "I haven't even begun to show you what I'm capable of."
The festivities carried on well into the night and it was deep into the morning before you and Katakuri got to the wedding suite. And despite ALL of Winnie's teachings, you were still nervous.
Immediatley upon entering the suite you excused yourself to the bathroom. It had been a long day and a long night and you doubted your shower from the morning would have been enough to keep you fresh. You could feel the sweat that clung to you both from your nerves and from dancing.
Damn it! Why is sweating even a thing?! You thought to yourself, as you once again began propping up your leg immodestly on the side of the bathtub. Whilst holding your cumbersome dress in one hand, you turned on the nearby tap with the other and gathered some water in your palm.
And why does it get so hot down here?! You continued to muse, splashing said water between your legs.
Okay, now where's the soap? Do they have a Floral smelling one—
*knock knock*
You froze. You hadn't been in here all that long.
"... (Y/N)," Katakuri called through the door, "... Are you okay?"
"H-huh? Y-yeah! I-I'm fine," you stuttered back, "I'll be out in a bit!"
Great... now you've got him worried! What's he going to be thinking? 'She's hiding in here because she's scared?'
You wanted to tell him your intention in an attempt to ease his mood. 'Don't worry Katakuri, I'm just prepping for our steamy session! That reception got me a little sweaty, so I don't want to smell bad.' You so desperately wanted to tell him your thoughts through the door, but you couldn't. Something was stopping you. An immense and suffocating pressure had saddled itself on your shoulders, and was preventing you from divulging your mind.
Having thoroughly cleaned yourself you emerged from the bathroom to find Katakuri sitting patiently on the bed. The mood was awkward to say the least and you felt all of Winnie's hard work and advice flushing down the drain along with your sweat.
Fantastic! Now the mood has gone! Thank you (Y/N) for royally screwing your wedding night!
How can you fix this? You pondered, slowly traversing the floor. How can you tell him that your stint in the bathroom wasn't due to your apprehension, but your eagerness?!
Your heart bounded, as you walked over to the bed trying to formulate a way to portray to Katakuri your wishes.
"Kata—
*Catch*
But before you could address him verbally, he appeared before you and softly clutched your shoulders.
"... Be careful," he murmured.
"Huh?" You looked at him in confusion.
"You were about to trip."
"I... was?"
Katakuri gently placed his hand on your forehead and sighed, "they shouldn't have forced all that wine on you." Shifting his hand to the small of your back he guided you to the bed and helped you sit down before promptly joining you.
Katakuri's caring gesture had helped to ease the pressure on your shoulders. Perhaps there was no awkwardness at all? Maybe you'd imagined it? As you sat there on the cloudlike bed all the anxiety in your heart melted away and you felt yourself finally relax.
Well... Haven't you been silly?
"How do you feel?" Katakuri asked loosening his tie and his top button.
"Huh? W-what do you mean?" You replied shimmying towards him.
"Do you feel any different now that we're," he said nodding his head towards your ring finger.
You giggled, "hm... Do I feel any different?"
You don't need to do anything special.
"Not really, but I do feel like the ceremony missed something."
Just do what you always do.
Act how you always act.
Katakuri furrowed his brow in confusion. It 'missed' something? You both said your vows, you exchanged rings, the priest blessed you. What more was there? Had he overlooked something? Was there something else he needed to do?
Whilst Katakuri was preoccupied with thought you turned to face him and pushed your chest onto his arm.
Sorry Winnie, but I doubt I can be as seductive as you yet. There won't be any jumping on him, no 'do me' eyes or any lip bites. Hopefully that will come later, but until then... I'll just do this my way.
You felt his heat from beyond the fabric of his suit, but it paled in comparison to yours. The wine from the toasting was still fully in your system and it gave you confidence to be a bit more forward than you usually were. Gently you tugged at Katakuri's scarf, and when he realised what you wanted he lowered himself slightly to enable you to pull it over his head. Dropping the scarf to the floor you pressed yourself further into him, and used your hand to grasp his. With your heart in your throat you lifted yourself towards Katakuri's ear, "You may kiss the bride," you whispered, somewhat seductively.
Katakuri chuckled lightly, so that's what you wanted? "Ah yes," he replied, "I'm sorry." Cupping your cheek Katakuri leant towards you, taking time to swipe at your lips as if he was pruning them. Slowly he drew closer, pausing before his lips could touch yours and let out a lengthy exhale. Your eyes were closed in anticipation, your mind solely focused on the hot breath that teased your lips.
Breath after breath you expired, but Katakuri edged no closer. For an age he kept you waiting. For an age he held you in limbo, too tentative to push forward and far too hungry to recoil back. Using his fingers, he softly padded your chin urging you to lift your face upwards and that's when you felt it, his soft warm lips on yours. A slight feather of a kiss that left you begging for more.
You clutched onto Katakuri's arm panting and much to your dismay he removed his hand from your face and sat back into the bed. After loosening a few more of his shirt buttons he let out a short sigh. "I... don't think I'll be able to hold back," he admitted, tugging lightly on his trousers, "if I—
"I-its OK Katakuri," you said, placing your hand on his thigh, "I'm... Ready."
He peered into your eyes and found no hint of deception, which puzzled him quite a bit. "So then," he murmured in a musing tone, "... Why... did you—
Great... so he was worried about the bathroom!
You averted your eyes bashfully. There's no running from it now, you'll just have to come clean. “W-well I... I didn't want to smell... did I? I'd been dancing and I... well... it was sweaty down there."
Holding his head Katakuri let slip a low and mellow chuckle, "... Sometimes you can be so silly."
"But Katakuri, I—
You didn't have time to reply before Katakuri cut you off, seemingly done with conversation. The last string had been cut and there was now absolutely nothing left to hold him back. His lips sought yours again, except this time his kiss was harsher and more passionate. It struck the perfect balance between wild and tame. Although he'd now been cut loose, Katakuri was, in essence, a beast who had yet to perceive his true strength. He wanted to pounce, he wanted to consume you, to engulf your entirety. This hunger that he'd endured had tested him to the point where he'd almost crumbled. He was ravenous and he craved you and your body more than words would ever be able to express.
But he held back. Katakuri wanted to savour this moment.
He could quite have easily sat down to feast with his hands. He could quite have easily dived headfirst into his cake and devoured it in a single mouthful, but he didn't. Against the will of his thundering stomach, he chose to sit and approach this spread eloquently and with sophistication. He allowed the aromas of the food to fill his nostrils. He allowed the sights of the miraculous meal to embed itself in his eyes. He took time to appreciate the sight in front of him, before slowly and diligently picking up a utensil intent on devouring all that lay before him at a composed and leisurely pace.
You groaned at the sensation of Katakuri's hot tongue melding with yours and once again you were purely at his mercy. His hands trailed from your head to your back and he made quick work of the buttons on your dress and the flimsy lace bra that Winnie had gifted you. Not that you noticed mind you, your attention had been ensnared by the feeling of Katakuri's well define physique that you scandalously groped over his clothes. You only realised your dress had been removed when you felt the cool air of the room hit your skin.
Slipping your dress down to your hips, Katakuri exposed your bare handful to the air, which elicited an involuntary moan from you.
"Are you okay," he asked, pulling away from the kiss, "did I hurt you?"
"Hm? N-no Katakuri... it was just a little cold."
Not that it was a bad thing. If anything the coolness of the room only served to highlight how warm and aroused you were.
"Ah, I'm sorry," Katakuri said lifting you into his arms. Holding onto you carefully he gently manoeuvred himself and placed you in the centre of the bed. Straddling your body he laid an arm either side of you, with the intention of sharing his body heat. "Is that better."
It was yet another charming gesture from Katakuri and you were moved by his concern for your comfort. And, quite unbeknownst to him he'd placed you both in the perfect position.
You reached out to cup his face and urged him towards you. "Mm, much better," you said before instigating another flurry of kisses. Katakuri made light of the rest of your dress, slipping it expertly down your legs and tossing it on the floor. You now lay on the cool sheets of the bed completely bare, save for a pair of white lace pants, which promptly joined your dress in a heap on the floor. Inserting his fingers between the band of your knickers and your skin Katakuri slowly pried the drenched fabric away from your pulsing heat. The slick from your underwear coated his hand as he gently ushered them down your legs and dropped them to the floor.
Stroking your face he leant up and pushed himself back to admire you, but you stopped him by mimicking his movement and pushing embarrassedly on his chest.
"W-what is it," he asked, "do you want to stop? Is it too—"
"No, Katakuri... i-it’s just, it's unfair," you said tugging on his jacket, "Y-you... you need to strip too."
You took this chance to slowly finish the undoing of Katakuri's buttons, whilst shielding yourself from him in your coyness. Button by button you made your way down Katakuri's shirt, taking your time to softly trace the outline of his abs as you went. His skin felt warm and clammy under your fingers and you couldn't help but drool at the sight before you.
Katakuri let out an amused sigh, at your shamefully blatant ogling and wondered if he'd been staring at you with the same lustful and hungry gaze. He was grateful you liked his physique, it was a byproduct of his strict and meticulous training. A regime that he had now had a newfound gratitude for. Katakuri's eyes continued to follow your small hands at work and when you'd finally finished unlatching the last button, he obligingly removed the top half of his suit.
It wasn't foreign to you, seeing Katakuri topless. You'd seen him like this on a daily basis, but something about his form on this night struck inherently different. Your eyes meticulously observed his body, and surprise to say you'd noticed little things that you hadn't before.
Had his tattoo always been this pink?
Had he always had that mole there?
... Did he always have this many scars?
A waterfall of questions entered your head as you slowly traced your fingers along Katakuri's tattoo, taking care to trail your nails along his every curve and dip. You allowed your hands to follow the road of his body and you set time aside along your journey to stop off at each scar in turn. And for each one you happened upon you allotted a small amount of time to give it the care and attention it so deserved. There were two scars, however, that you devoted many more seconds to. One being the scar that spanned his right torso, a self-inflicted scar that imprinted the humility and honour of his character on his skin. The second was much paler and more superficial than the previous one, a thin pink line that stretched the whole of his torso, starting on the left side of his hip and ending just shy of his right pec. It was a scar that proved his commitment and dedication to you, the one that he'd gotten in his fight against King. Sinking into your knees you brought your head to the beginning of the scar and gave it a small kiss. You continued to pepper kisses along the scar, slowly following the line upwards until you reached the end. And when you did reach the end your eyes locked with Katakuri's and you found yourself lost in his lust filled gaze.
Extending his hand he held your cheek and lifted you back into his arms before returning you to your rightful place, the centre of the bed. Hovering above you he laid a kiss on your lips, before moving steadily to your neck. Using his tongue he gently traced the line of your neck stopping just shy of your ear. You felt his teeth graze you as he softly began to suck the skin that sat in the crook of your neck, and you eagerly turned your head to allow him more access. The tingles being sent throughout your body were intoxicating and addicting. No matter how much it tickled you, you didn't dare pull away, it simply felt too good. So much so, that you couldn't help but moan and squirm beneath Katakuri.
An action which appeared to worry the man, as he shot back with a start, "are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
You replied by shaking your head meekly, a little peeved that he'd stopped, "N...no, I-I'm.. I'm fine."
Katakuri studied your face and nodded his head. "Okay," he responded briefly stroking your hair before resuming the slow worship of your body.
He picked up where he left off, immediately latching his lips back onto your neck, which caught you off guard. Gripping his arm you turned your head and muffled your moans into the pillow, allowing the shocks of pleasure to permeate your body. You could have had him do this all night, but (unfortunately for you) Katakuri didn't intend to remain at your neck for long. Pushing himself up slightly Katakuri's sucks slowly began migrating across your body. With his tongue he traced the line of your collarbone, making sure to pay attention to every nook and cranny. Your chest was heaving at this point and the pillow now did very little to quell your moans. You couldn't help it, it was as if he knew exactly what you wanted. Whilst continuing the service to your neck you felt his fingers shift perceptively across your body. Tenderly he tickled the bare flesh of your chest before settling his hand on the right side your handful. Nimbly he caressed your breast, expertly kneading it between with his fingers. Closing your eyes you dived into the sensation, using the back of your hand to mask your mouth and arching your back into the bed.
You'd expected Katakuri to say how beautiful you looked, you'd expected him to shower you with every compliment possible. Why you ask? Because it's what you'd been told.
Winnie was no stranger to divulging the intimate goings on between her and Perospero. She'd described in vivid detail the way that he constantly affirmed her softness, the way he told her how good she felt. In a way, you'd expected this from Katakuri, but as you lay there in the centre of the bed you came to understand how vastly different every relationship is. Words were the way Perospero showed love. Katakuri had never been a talker, he'd always expressed his feelings towards you through his actions and today was proving to be no different. It was skilful, the way he handled your body, his pace was slow and sensual. There was no need for him to remark on your beauty, he had no need to announce your suppleness, no verbal communication had any need to take place. His every movement, his every touch showed you how much he loved and cherished you.
Prying his lips away from your neck, he laid a kiss on your cheek before shifting his whole body down slightly. Still padding the right half of your handful, he turned his mouths attention to your left. His long tongue circled the bumps of your areola, before grazing your erect nipple. You clenched at the feeling of his wet tongue over your skin and, much to your pleasure, you found that Katakuri wasn't finished. His next move was to engulf your entire handful in his mouth, softly sucking on your nipple, further amplifying the tingles that shot through your body. You couldn't help but weakly grip his hair as you moaned his name, "mm... Katakuri!"
"Hm?" He remarked releasing you from his hold, "did, did it hurt?"
You shook your head frantically, using your hand to conceal your growing blush, "n... no."
It was blatantly apparent that Katakuri was worried about hurting you, but wasn't he being a little too tentative? Could he not differentiate between a moan of pleasure and a moan of pain? Perhaps as the night went on he'd calm down? But for now, you'd let him traverse his own boundaries, it was apparent that he was a quick learner.
Again, Katakuri continued his onslaught on your body. Still cupping your right breast in his hand, his head descended lower. He placed soft sucks against your sternum before moving towards your stomach. In anticipation you rubbed your legs together for friction, but were mortified when you found that your slick had coated your thighs. Were you that wet?!
It was only for a split second, but in your embarassment you shut your thighs before Katakuri could lace kisses on them. "What's wrong?" He asked, "do you want to stop?"
"No!" You said waving your hand in protest, "It's just... it's embarrassing. I'm..." You covered your face with your hands and averted your eyes, "very... wet," you whispered.
"Ah... I know," Katakuri responded, casting a glance to your drenched underwear, "it," he cleared his throat, "... makes me happy."
You shot Katakuri a coy smile appreciating his small words of comfort. Pushing aside your blooming embarassment, you slowly reopened your legs and invited Katakuri to finish what he had started. Slowly he sank himself into the bed and positioned his head between them. He carefully grabbed a thigh with each hand and proceeded to worship each one in turn, laying soft kisses against them, taking his time to suck at your soft supple skin of your thighs.
You appreciated what he was doing, but you couldn't help but grind your hips in the air, hoping it would draw Katakuri's attention to the spot you needed him to shower in affection. You whimpered shamefully, almost reaching your limit of Katakuri's teasing.
And, being attentive as he was, Katakuri immediately understood. He read your wines and in the next instant your lips were in his mouth. He made sure to caress every fold of your throbbing heat, every inch he lathered with kisses and licks, except for the region you were now begging him to draw his attention to. Your clit pulsed with every graze of his mouth, why did he have to tease you?
You were about to snap and plead for his touch, when you felt his tongue span the length of your slit. Lifting the bottom half of your body into the air, he started with a tender and caressing lick to your ass. Flicking his tongue over your hole before briefly breaching the first rim of your muscle. You hadn't time to react before he shifted, slowly draping his tongue upwards, caressing every part of you, until he finally lingered gingerly on your clit. It was a brief linger, half a second of contact, but it turned your legs to jelly, and you were embarrassed to admit that you almost came from a small graze of his tongue.
You grasped Katakuri's hair with both hands as you softly panted, the chill in the air had now completely dissipated and you had begun to break out in a fervent sweat. Digging your fingers gently into his scalp, you tried to urge Katakuri's head upwards, but he was too busy lapping at your entrance, his tongue softly and tenderly thrusting in and out of your needy hole. You couldn't quell your moans and neither could Katakuri. Despite you being the main recipient of pleasure, it appeared that the man too was enjoying himself.
Taking your thumb between your teeth you groaned, fully succumbing to the merciless onslaught of Katakuri's mouth. And finally, after what seemed like years of tugging and teasing Katakuri finally moved his head upwards and turned his heavenly tongue on your engorged, throbbing clit. Softly and slowly he lapped in an upwards motion, before taking your sensitive bud and covering it wholly with his mouth. You pulled yourself up and laced your fingers through his, watching with glazed eyes as he continued to eat his fill. Katakuri continued sucking on your clit before making slow circles with his tongue, allowing just the tip to slip under your hood, which had you wincing in absolute pleasure. You tightened your grip on his hands as you moaned his name. His slow deliberate circles had you gasping and your legs began to shake as you felt the slow waves of release softly build up. Katakuri was guiding you on a fine line between pleasure and over stimulation and it was the most blissful torture you could ever hope to experience. Katakuri's pace was slow, he didn't intend to force you to orgasm. As with every other aspect of the night so far, he wanted you to enjoy and relish in it. You couldn't help but whine and whimper as you pushed your hips upwards pleading for just an ounce more pressure from his tongue. But, being the tyrant he is, Katakuri denied you your request.
Giving up you let your hips sink into the bed, allowing your slow ascent to wash upon you. The reactions he elicited from your body were wholly involuntary. You'd never moaned like this before, your body had never reacted in this way before. Perhaps you'd been doing this wrong? After all these years of playing with yourself you think you'd have known your body, but apparently you didn't. And it was safe to say, you'd never be able to go back to your fingers... not after this.
You spread your legs as far as you could, hoping that it would give them a little more stability (on the account that they'd begun to wobble considerably). Clenching your eyes you focused solely on the pit in your stomach, that had started to bud gradually. Like waves on a shore your orgasm slowly started to build, and every wave brought you a little closer.
You were ripe with sweat at this point and you'd given up stifling your moans. It was the only way you could discharge this feeling in your body. Honestly, you were so loud that anyone traversing the corridor outside would be dreadfully aware of what was happening within. But in all honesty you'd gone past the point of caring, you were so close. Just one wave more. One more wave.
You dug yourself into the bed as you felt it approach. Your breathing hitched and you grabbed Katakuri's head for dear life. Sinking your eyes into the back of your head you gritted your teeth expecting Katakuri to push you eagerly over the edge. But he didn't, on the contrary, Katakuri slowed his cadence which forced you to teeter on the edge. Your body became embellished in a numbness, and at this point you struggled to call his name. You could focus on little else than the buzz that spanned your entire body.
And when he finally (after an age of holding you on the edge) let you cum it, all but nearly knocked you out. Flopping back on the bed you finally caught your breath. Wave after wave of pleasure assaulted your body, your walls contracted with a force unlike anything you'd ever felt before. For a moment you'd forgotten your own name, and it took a few seconds of panting for you to come down from your high.
As you continued to moan into the sheets Katakuri gazed at you. And you must admit, you'd never once seen a more arousing sight. The way his eyes ate into you, the way his lips glistened with your juices.
You'd never once felt the urge to taste yourself, any excess slick that clung to your fingers after you'd finished playing with yourself would promptly get wiped away, but you wanted to share in this moment with Katakuri. After regaining your semblance you made your way towards him and bringing your face to his you licked at his lips.
Leaning into your embrace Katakuri cradled your head and again began another flurry of kisses, but you gave a half-hearted response (your mind was now elsewhere). You were making busy work of Katakuri's trousers- that for some reason he was still wearing...
Perhaps it was the atmosphere in the room, but Katakuri was oblivious to what you were doing. Well, he was, until his trousers were halfway to his ankles. Pulling away he hurriedly broke of the kiss and grasped at your hands, "y-you don't have to—
You silenced him with your finger, "Please Katakuri... I want to."
Averting his eyes bashfully, Katakuri cleared his throat and you took it as an opportunity to continue. Slipping your fingers between the band of his boxers, you boldly pulled them down, finally exposing him to the warm air.
His cock sprung from beneath the fabric of his boxers, his head oozing with a string of thick precum. He was big, much bigger than his shadow let on. If you hadn't had a crash course with Winnie you'd have most definitely have been intimidated. Licking your lips, you began to formulate your plan.
You need to caress the balls too.
Huh? R-really?!
Mm! They need love too! But some men don't like them played with, so ask him before you start.
Dropping to your knees you patiently drew yourself towards Katakuri's head and used your hand to grab his shaft. Honestly you struggled to grasp it, your hand could barely hold him he was that girthy. He was so hard, perhaps uncomfortably so. That wasn't good... You couldn't be having that.
Using your nose you traced the length of Katakuri's shaft taking in a lengthy inhale as you went. He smelt musky and sweaty and you felt your clit once again throb. Selfishly you drew your fingers towards yourself, but promptly stopped. No... not yet, Katakuri's the one who needs attention now.
Using your free hand to caress his ass you leant into the base of his shaft, allowing the small crimson tuft of hair to caress your cheek. With your nose turned into his pubes you delivered a timely lick to his balls, which caused him to twitch violently in your hand.
Covering his face with his arm Katakuri tensed his body, "w-what are you—
"Do you not like it?" You asked in a sultry whisper, coating your thumb in his precum and spreading it over his glands.
He didn't answer, he couldn't, he was too busy moaning at the motion of your hands.
Well, since he didn't resist.
Taking Katakuri's response as implied consent you licked at his balls again, all whilst softly circling the glands under his head with your thumb. He groaned at the sensation and gently laid his hand on your head. Maybe he'd never experienced this before?
With a smile you held out your tongue and used it to caress his balls, circling around them and softly ushering them into your mouth. You made sure to treat them both with the care and attention that they deserved, your children would be coming from these after all. Pushing his dick upwards you positioned your head directly under him and licked the skin that sat between his balls, and you didn't stop there. Much to Katakuri's pleasure, you kept your tongue going. With a slight pressure you traced the length of his shaft making sure to linger on his glands. You were in no way as tyrannical as Katakuri, you weren't about to tease him, you just wanted him to feel good.
Wetting your lips you took him into your mouth, using your tongue to twirl around his glands and using both hands to pump his shaft. He was much too big and you were way too inexperienced to deep throat him, that would have to come much later. Feeling your jaw begin to ache you brought Katakuri's head to the forefront of your mouth (a little trick you'd learned from Winnie). Clenching your teeth together you directed him into your cheek and rubbed the back of his head on them for friction.
The man above you tried to stay his voice, but he couldn't. Turning his head to the ceiling he closed his eyes and softly groaned. Stroking your head he began to softly thrust his hips, and you took this as a signal to increase your pace. Using your thumbs to apply pressure to the underside of his shaft you increased your tempo, now guiding his head to the back of your throat.
Katakuri tightened his hold on your head as he began to moan mercilessly. Was he nearly there? You increased your tempo again, honestly at this point you were sucking so hard that you'd began to rock the bed.
Cradling both sides of your head with his hands Katakuri continued to thrust his hips, but before he could release his seed he pulled out of your mouth. And you could only watch as his dick twitched painfully in front of you.
He was so close, why did he—
"Not... yet," Katakuri mumbled, pushing you back onto the bed. His eyes gazed at you with a carnal desire, almost primal in nature and you immediately knew what he wanted. Recoiling backwards you manoeuvred further back onto the bed allowing you both plenty of room. Hovering over your body Katakuri brought his forehead to yours. "Are you ready?" He asked.
You nodded. Reaching up you held onto Katakuri's back and rested your chin on his shoulder. Katakuri gently returned your embrace and carefully lined himself up at your entrance. You could feel the bulge of his head caress your hole and despite your apprehension, you desperately needed him inside you.
Tightening his hold on you Katakuri let out a lengthy exhale before gently pushing into you. His thrust was slow and meticulous. It was your first time and he knew he needed to be gentle. He felt your walls recoil around him. He'd fantasized so much about this night, but even the imaginations of his mind had failed in comparison to the real thing. You were so warm and tight, and honestly if he hadn't have gone as slow as he did, he'd have shot his load right then and there.
Winne had forewarned you of the pain, she'd explained to you all about what a hymen was and its purpose (or lack thereof). You'd braced yourself for at least a smidge of pain, but surprisingly enough you felt nothing, nothing but the absolute pleasure of being filled with Katakuri. It was a pressure more than anything a sensation of you feeling absolutely full to the brim. It was heavenly and when you felt Katakuri's dick pulse inside of you, you couldn't help but claw at his back and let out a small gasp.
"Are you okay?" Katakuri asked worriedly, "d-did it hurt?"
"... No," you moaned in reply.
Katakuri could feel your walls twitching around him, and (being mindful of your reaction) he began to move slowly. He was enamoured by the way you walls tightened around him as he began to pull out, were they that hungry for his cock?
You couldn't help but moan vehemently at the heavenly sensation of Katakuri's tender thrusts. His tongue felt good, but the pleasure it brought you paled in comparison to the feeling of his dick inside of you. Perhaps you moaned a little too loud and with a little too much vigour, as your voice caused the man to stop yet AGAIN.
"Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" He enquired, gazing at you with earnest eyes.
Really Katakuri?! Again? You were beginning to lose your patience. Why does he keep denying you? Honestly... Did you really have to say it? Something so embarrassing?
"N-no Katakuri it doesn—
Lifting back he began to pull out fully, "If it hurt we should—"
But you stopped him with your legs and ushered him back inside. "No! Katakuri," you stressed wrapping your legs around his backside and forcing him back into position. "I... it really doesn't hurt," you said drawing up your hands and placing them around him. Pulling gently on him you ushered his head into your neck. "It... feels good Katakuri," you whispered into his ear, "so please... please don't stop. I'll let you know if—
He didn't let you to finish before he resumed his slow tempo, knocking every last word from your mouth.
He was a quick learner.
Softly and tenderly he thrusted into you. He wasn't fully inside yet, but with each thrust he gained more ground. Pulling him closer towards you, you sank into this new feeling of bliss, matching your lustful moans with the apex of Katakuri's every thrust. It wasn't long before your fingers began to selfishly migrate across your body. You couldn't help it, you'd already came once but the throbbing of your clit signified that you were definitely ready for more. Naturally, when compared to Katakuri's tongue it was less than ideal, but if you'd left it any longer your clit would have certainly fallen off. It throbbed with a hurt you'd never experienced, and honestly it was that hard you could've sworn it had transformed into a rock. In unison with Katakuri's thrusts you began to flick your bud, whimpering weakly on the account of being attacked on two fronts. Whatever he was hitting inside if you had caused your arousal to peak and just a few strokes of your fingers had you cumming again, "please Katakuri," you moaned in his ear, "I-I'm—
Aware of your impending orgasm Katakuri slowed his thrusts and braced himself. You held onto him as you came, walls frantically spasming around his hard cock.
Really, aren't you taking the liberty? Anymore and you'd be well and truly spent before Katakuri got to finish.
Leaning up Katakuri rested on his hands, a faint sweat formed on his brow. You gazed back at the man with lustful eyes, your blush now radiating through your entire body. Your chest heaved in exhaustion, your whole body told him you were finished, but your eyes greedily asked for more. And Katakuri was all too willing to oblige.
Lifting you easily into his arms he flipped you around and buried your face into the bedsheets.
Huh?! Doggy? This early on?
You braced yourself, grasping the sheets as you felt Katakuri once again breech your walls. But, unlike the explanation Winnie gave you, Katakuri's version of Doggy style was marginally different. His thrusts weren't merciless, and despite being turned away from him, you still felt loved and cherished.
Katakuri hadn't come onto his knees as you'd expected, in fact he lay on top of you pressing himself as close as he could. Bringing one arm around your stomach he embraced you from behind, and softly rocked his hips allowing the last few inches of his dick to fully sheathe themself inside you. It was smart thinking on Katakuri's part, he didn't want to overwhelm you. He was quite aware that he was well above average. He had intended to slowly work his way up, adding a few inches here and there over weeks, months or years if he had to. But never did he imagine that you'd be able to take all of him on your first time. He was pleasantly surprised.
Katakuri stroked your hair lovingly as he continued to rock his hips on your ass. Tenderly he caressed your cheek, turning your head slightly which allowed him to kiss you. It was a soft sensual and sensual position. You appreciated Katakuri's care, and you definitely appreciated this newfound feeling of his dick fully filling you. You'd never felt such pleasure before, but selfishly you still sought more. Lifting your ass in unison with Katakuri's thrusts you urged him further inside of you, until you could hear the slow 'slap' of his hips on your ass.
Turning your face you wiped at a long stretch of drool that had formed on the side of your mouth, "y... you can go q-quicker," you said addressing Katakuri. It was a miracle that you were able to form a sentence, let alone be able to concisely portray what it was you wanted. But despite your plea, Katakuri refused to increase his tempo, you weren't ready for that (at least not yet). He instead opted for slightly stronger thrusts, which served to knock all the coherence out of you.
Sticking your head into the white sheets you scrunched your eyes and groaned senselessly. You surrendered yourself to the feeling of Katakuri's bare skin rubbing the length of your back. You surrendered yourself to the heavenly feeling of his cock caressing the walls of your core. And you were that distracted and that focused on Katakuri's sweet thrusts, that you didn't feel his hands migrate to your heat. Making a V with his fingers he slipped either side of your clit and squeezed gently. Pulling backwards on your hood he exposed your little bud, before covering it again, almost like he was jacking you off. It was a marvel, the fact that didn't melt right then and there. It was a technique that you hadn't tried before, it was a technique Winnie hadn't educated you on. And, aside from Katakuri's tongue, it was the best thing that you'd ever experienced. And with little to no effort on Katakuri's behalf, you came again for a third time. Walls once again collapsing around Katakuri, sucking him in and begging for more depth and pace.
You collapsed onto your front, exhausted and thoroughly out of breath. Being mindful of your state, Katakuri pulled out and came to lie alongside you. For a few minutes you lay there merely holding his hand, basking in the aftermath of pleasure you'd just received. And when you'd finally recovered enough to move you perched yourself on your elbows and offered Katakuri a small, but extremely satisfied grin.
You were all but done, until your attention was quickly diverted to his huge (and still throbbing) cock. Every twitch saw more precum leak from his head, which promptly dripped down his shaft. You watched as the clear liquid traversed the dips and curves of his veins, before mixing with the thick white cream of your cum that had condensed around his base.
How on earth was that fair?
Here you were, with three orgasms under your belt and Katakuri had yet to reach one. Yes, you may have been tired, but you were dammed if you were leaving your man in that state! Your body instinctively moved on its own and your stores of energy instantly replenished.
Weren't you going to leave HIM satisfied?
What was the point of all that sex talk with Winnie?!
Urging yourself up you grabbed Katakuri and straddled his thighs. Using your hands you steadied yourself on his stomach and quickly sank into his length, making sure to take him all in.
"(Y-Y/N)! What are you—
You silenced Katakuri by leaning back and placing his thumb on your clit, "it's not fair that I'm getting all the fun."
"B-but it's—
"Ka-ta-ku-ri," you cooed placing his spare hand on your ass, "just lean back and let me service you!"
"But!—
"No buts Katakuri!" You scolded, "I know you've been holding back. You're worried because it's my first time, but please don't be! It's been perfect, YOU have been perfect." You said tracing the lines of his scar on his cheeks. "It's obvious that you know my body well enough... please let me get to know yours."
Softly shaking his head Katakuri obligingly laid back into the bed and gave your ass a long and hard squeeze. After giving your clit a small flick he removed his hand, traced the line of your torso and then firmly set it on your breast. It wasn't until he gave a cheeky tap to your ass that you began to move. Placing your hand on Katakuri's abdomen you began to grind on top of him an action that appeared to please the man immensely as he gently teased your nipple when you moved. It was a new sensation, the feeling of Katakuri's dick churning inside of you and despite your technique being sloppy and your tempo erratic, you could NOT get enough of it. Katakuri looked at you with glazed eyes and a bright blush. His chest heaved as he moaned quietly, gently guiding you back and forth with his hand on your ass.
"D-does it feel good?" You asked slightly breathless.
"Mm," he grunted in response.
You continued your grinding and Katakuri lifted his hips slightly allowing you a more stable surface to rub your clit on. The soft hair that sat on his base tickled your bud and yet again you felt yourself ready for another round. Leaning forward you laid yourself on Katakuri's chest, and after adjusting your knees slightly you finally gave yourself a little taste of what you'd been craving. Roughness.
Over and over again you slammed yourself down on his cock, causing your ass to wobble in the process. Heck your whole body was wobbling at this point, but you didn't care. You couldn't stop. Katakuri had clenched his eyes tightly and it appeared that he no longer had the strength to lift his hips. Lying with his hands either side of his body, he merely accepted the pleasure you were bringing him. Well, that was until he brought both his hands to your ass and stopped your motion altogether. Clasping either cheek with each hand he roughly pulled you down and urged his cock deep inside your heat. He continued to hold you there for a few moments as he twitched furiously inside you.
He was nearly there again. Why would he—
"A-are you okay Katakuri?" You asked voicing you concern. But the man didn't answer your question, instead he sat up, cradled your back and planted a slow and wanting kiss on your lips. Grabbing both of your ass cheeks he lifted you into the air, before softly and gently impaling you back on his dick.
"Is... this okay?" He asked, "is it not too much?"
So he finally understands that he won't break you? Good.
You shook your head and rested your hands around Katakuri's neck for support, "N-no... it feels... really good." Nodding his head Katakuri continued to pump you on his dick, leaning his head into the small of your neck. Shifting your hands to his head, you tightened your hold on him and tenderly caressed his hair. "I love you Katakuri," you whispered.
Your obvious admission must've been extremely cute and well timed as it caused the man to falter and stop, almost as if you'd just pierced his heart. "What's the Matter Katakuri?" You asked.
"I... I'm going to go quicker... is that okay?"
You giggled and offered his earlobe a small nibble before replying in a wanting whisper, "yes... please."
Slapping his hips upward Katakuri thrusted into your heat. Again and again, he assaulted your insides. And at this point, you could do little but comply with the man. Let's face it, it took all you had to hold onto him. "I'm... not going to last long at this rate," Katakuri admitted bashfully, unable to slow his pace.
"I-I'm... mm! N-not going.. Ah! anywhere... D-dummy," you replied between moans before roughly gripping Katakuri's hair and pulling his head back to face you, causing him to abruptly stop (which was a good thing in your opinion, in no way would you be able to form a coherent sentence otherwise). "Why are you being so silly?! We've got the rest of our lives together, you don't have to hold out. So please Katakuri..." you begged, drool once again dripping from your mouth, "please cum."
The man shivered at your words. He never knew how good it felt to hear you beg. On any other day he'd have liked to have heard more, but right now he was at breaking point. His dick had never been so hard, he'd never oozed this much, he'd never yearned for release as much as he did in this moment.
And so... Katakuri obliged.
After adjusting his hold on your cheeks Katakuri lined up his finger with the hole of your ass before gently inserting the tip. He denied you any time to acclimate, before he began to pump you hard on his dick.
Vanilla?! Winnie thought Katakuri was vanilla?! Evidently not!
You could do little else but accept pleasure Katakuri was offering. The sensation from the tip of his finger had you creaming, and you were enamoured by the slapping noises created from the forceful thrusts slamming into your heat. Gritting his teeth, Katakuri sunk his fingers into your ass. His breath caught in his throat and you could feel him shudder beneath you. He now moaned void of restraint and his deep honeyed voice permeated your ears.
You'd done this to him. You were the reason he was feeling like this and it brought you an immense sense of pride. So you stopped chasing your own release, and instead began to focus on tightening your walls, making sure that they coiled around his dick.
Tilting his body back Katakuri increased the speed and deepness of his thrusts. You watched him as he clenched his eyes and chased his climax. "(Y-Y/N)," he muttered tightening his hold on your body, "I-I'm—
*Splurt*
Perhaps Katakuri was a little too eager, or perhaps, as you attempted to bounce on his dick you offset his trajectory. Either way, Katakuri didn't finish inside you, somehow his dick slipped out before he came and slapped along your stomach, causing him to release his thick long length of cum across the whole of your body and face (hair and all you might add). Not that the man noticed mind you and thank goodness he leaned back after he'd finished! If he'd have hugged you, you'd have both been one hot mess. It reminded you of the time he covered you in his mochi, except it would be a lot easier to clean you up this time.
After a few moments of heavy breathing Katakuri recovered and made a motion to embrace you, but you pushed on his chest to stop him.
"Hm," he mused thinking you were upset (or even worse, hurt), "sorry... did I—
But Katakuri abruptly paused when he caught sight of you, not fully realising the entirety of the situation until he watched your tongue slowly leave your mouth to taste the bundles of cum that had coated your entire body.
It wasn't what you expected. It smelt like something you'd clean with and tasted extremely bitter, so much so that you scrunched your face as you swallowed a blob that had landed just shy of your mouth.
Opening his eyes wide Katakuri made an attempt to stop you, "(Y-Y/N)! You don't have to—
"Perhaps this was for the best," you giggled cutting him off and wiping a glob that ran down your forehead. "I don't think we're ready for kids yet... do you?"
Really Winnie? A teaspoon?! How on earth was this a teaspoon?!
You were thankful for the fact that Katakuri didn't cum inside you. With the volume of sperm he produced you'd have been surprised if you didn't end up with a baby. Not that you didn't want his children, but for the time being you wanted to monopolise him and you definitely couldn't do that with a child.
"I agree," Katakuri responded, fixing your hair and pulling it away from your face.
"Maybe we should use protection in future," you mused helping Katakuri's hands. "But... do they even make them in your size?"
"Y-yes," Katakuri replied bashfully, his words catching in his throat, "a...as a wedding gift Oven and Daifuku they..."
"Oh... g-good."
The two of you then sat there in a few moments of silence, contemplating the act that had just happened. You'd finally done it! You'd gotten your leg over! And you must admit, it was every bit as wonderful as you'd imagined.
"Um... Kata—
"Let's clean you up," he interjected lifting you up into his arms.
"Hah! D-don't do that," you protested, stiffening yourself, "you'll get dirty too!"
Katakuri scoffed, "It really doesn't matter."
Carefully carrying you to the bathroom Katakuri sat you on the toilet before wetting a towel and wiping your body.
"Hehe... it tickles."
"You weren't saying that moments ago," Katakuri remarked, drawing attention to the deep red marks on the crook of your neck.
"That," you replied, shielding your neck and turning away in a huff, "that was... different."
"Hm, how so?" He teased with a smirk.
"It.. it just... it just is okay!" You stammered grabbing the towel from Katakuri and urging it into his chest. "G-go clean yourself up!"
Katakuri took the towel that you crumpled into his chest, planted his free hand on your head and offered you a hearty laugh. "Sorry..." He said moving away from you and heading to the sink to wash himself.
Seeing as though you were now free from Katakuri (who for some reason was in a teasing mood) you deemed it fit to begin cleaning up the mess that was your lower half. Grabbing a section of toilet paper you softly wiped at your still sopping intimacy. Before discarding the white paper you decided to inspect it and sure enough you noticed that it had taken on a feint pink hue. Hm... Much less than expected.
Your quiet musing to yourself had apparently garnered Katakuri's attention also, and he paused to turn to you mid-way through washing himself in the basin. "Are you—
"I'm fine Katakuri, it's only a bit of spotting," you said holding up the section of paper. "I actually thought I'd bleed more... you know. And I'd also expected it to hurt a lot more than it did. Thank you... for being so gentle."
"Ah," he replied in a whisper, "i-it's—
It was at this point that Katakuri's limp dick, that he held in his hand, began to slowly rise and twitch again. (Apparently he was far from done).
"Katakuri you're..." Your voice trailed off, much like your eyes that longingly gazed at the lower half of his body. "...Hard again."
"Ah, it... it should go down... soon."
"Mm," you mused continuing to stare.
"W-why," Katakuri murmured drowning his gaze into the basin, "why do you always stare?"
"I just... Katakuri... You're so big. H-how did I?" You struggled to formulate your words, seeing him in all his glory had stunned you. His cock spanned the entire sink and cast a dark black shadow on the white porcelain. Big most definitely was NOT the correct adjective to be using. Seeing it from this angle, monstrous would have been a better term. Not that you were calling Katakuri a monster mind you! You just couldn't find another word that sounded fitting. It wasn't like his dick was alien or anything, from your teachings with Winnie you could quite certainly say that his anatomy was practically perfect, he was just monstrous in size! And in the hands of any other man it would most definitely have been a weapon!
How on earth didn't he split you open?!
As you continued to ponder how you survived Katakuri's cock, he began to answer your question (very literally, you might add). Pushing his hair backwards he entered into teacher mode, and despite his willingness to educate, you could tell he was a little uncomfortable sharing his knowledge with you. "Ah... Well W-With... Significant arousal... the... Erm.. your... I-it..." Katakuri sighed, seemingly frustrated with his bashfulness. Why could he never bring himself to talk about these things?! And how could his brothers do it so openly?
"kukuku, now see here Katakuri, with significant arousal the vaginal canal stretches in size. So you'll need to use every technique at your disposal to make sure your wife experiences a pain free first penetration. I would suggest—
"Oi! Peros-nii, h-how far?"
"Hm? What was that Oven?"
"H-how far d-does it... stretch?"
"Well, that varies from woman to woman, normally it's four to eight— wait! This intervention was meant for Katakuri! Not you! Weren't we all supposed to be giving advice—
"Ha! I knew it! You ARE inexperienced, get to the back of the line ya air head! Katakuri needs to learn from the masters here."
"And how are you even remotely a master Daifi?! As if you knew how far it stretched."
"D-did too! Four to eight centimetres, right Peros-nii?"
"Inches you buffoon! Now both of you, go sit next to Katakuri."
Closing his eyes Katakuri shook his head with a huff, "it... stretches," he concluded bluntly before once again turning to wash himself, masking his blush behind some water.
You smirked at his demeanour, you didn't mean to make him embarrassed (but it served him right for teasing). Your question was rhetorical if anything. What Katakuri relayed to you wasn't new information. Winnie went into great depths about this 'stretching', it was the whole reason she insisted that you thoroughly warmed up before 'getting on with it'. So you definitely knew how you took him, but you didn't know HOW (if you understand). Yes you stretched, but that far?! But that was beside the point, how did Katakuri know? Where did he get his knowledge?
"Katakuri? How did you—
"Books," he replied curtly, hoping you wouldn't pry any deeper. A little white lie wouldn't hurt, of course he'd tell you later, he just didn't want to relieve those memories, they were a little too fresh at the moment.
You smiled at his thoughtfulness, apparently Katakuri had the same idea as you, it's just a shame he didn't have a Winnie to go to. "Did you... do that for me?"
He nodded his head gently, "I... didn't want to hurt you."
"Thank you... Katakuri," you replied coyly holding your red cheeks. He really is wasted on you. "Welp... I think we're both clean enough!" You said with a start standing from the toilet and giving it a good flush. "Shall we go to bed? I think I'm beginning to see sunlight."
Wiping his front down with a towel Katakuri peered out of the bathroom and sighed, "you're right." Looks like your steamy session lasted a lot longer than either of you had thought.
Grabbing Katakuri's hand you dragged him into the bedroom and urged him to lay down. Hopping in next to him you slotted your front against his back and gave him a tight cuddle, to which the man stiffened and began to fidget.
"(Y/N), what are you—
"Men like to be little spoon too!" You retorted mingling your legs between his. Really? Why is he kicking up a fuss? It's nothing you haven't done before.
With a faint groan Katakuri grabbed your hand and settled into your embrace, "where did you hear that from?"
"Winnie," you replied promptly, giving a soft kiss to his back.
"Hm? You're friends with the princess now?" Katakuri questioned, his tone oozing with intrigue.
"Yeah, Winnie is great! She... she helped with all that stuff... you know."
"All what stuff?" He pried.
"You know what stuff!" You huffed with a pout resting your head in the crook of Katakuri's neck. "And it's a good thing too... I'd have had no idea what to do. I doubt you'd have had a good time, you'd have probably second guessed the marriage—"
"Never," he quickly added turning to face you. "Things like that... They don't matter to me. I love you... that's the only thing that matters."
You shimmied further towards him and laid your hand on his hip, "a little late on the reply, aren't you?"
He chuckled, "I didn't realise I needed to say it, thought I showed you... or would you like a reminder?"
You bit your lip and coyly looked away, "w-well... I wouldn't complain."
The morning after.
Despite the discussion of a second round, you and Katakuri were far too exhausted and promptly fell asleep before anything else could happen. Birds were singing before you closed your eyes and despite your lack of sleep you still awoke bright and early, 9:00am to be exact. Clinging onto Katakuri's forearm (that he'd tightly wrapped round your waist) you lifted your head into the air and spied the clock that sat aside the bed.
Breakfast time, you thought to yourself. I wonder what the girls will be tucking into.
Your thoughts were soon interrupted by a low groan from Katakuri. Removing his hand from your waist he languidly stretched his arms before settling back into a new position on the bed. “Go," he yawned sleepily," pulling the covers over his head.
"But I—
"We’ll be leaving for Komugi this afternoon," he retorted. "Then we have the honeymoon, so you won't be seeing them for a few weeks. As for me... I could do with a little more sleep."
Prying the covers off of him slightly you exposed his deep crimson hair to the sunlight and gave it a gentle tousle, "thanks Katakuri."
The courtyard hadn't changed and neither had the people in it, well aside from the addition of a new guest.
"Winnie! Why are you hogging all the sugar?!"
"Hm? Hogging is a vulgar term don't you think? I'm just keeping it on this side of the table, if anything I'm doing you a favour Pudding-chan... you're far too sweet enough as is. Why on earth would you need more sugar?"
"Brulee! She's doing it again! Insulting me through a compliment!"
"Ignore her Pudding! She only does it because you keep biting!"
"But Brulee she— ONEE CHAN!!" Pudding screeched as you breached the door, dropping her conversation with Brulee and Winnie entirely. Darting to the door she pulled you into a deep and tight hug, honestly anyone would've thought she'd not seen you for years. "You came! I can't believe it! Y-you didn't forget about us! I-I'm so—
"Eugh! It's too early in the morning for this," Winnie groaned plugging her ears, "we get it... she's here, now give it a rest!"
Ushering you to the table Pudding sat you across from her and began to gather a selection from the spread Infront of you. "Hm... You can have this... and this and oh, one of those!"
You watched Pudding with a smile, but your attention was soon turned to the woman who sat smirking beside you "So," Winnie whispered, "how was it?"
Damn, of course she'd want to know, but you couldn't have this conversation at the breakfast table!
"What do you—
"And one of these pastries!"
"Don't play coy with me!" She snapped in a hushed tone, "I'm your master and you owe me that courtesy! Was it good? Did it hurt?"
Seems like you'd have to spill the beans to Winnie whether you liked it or not.
You shook your head gently at Winnies question and she smiled. "Good," she sighed taking a sip of her tea, "I'm glad." It might have appeared that Winnie had prioritised gossip, but more so than being brought into the loop she just wanted to make sure you were okay and that you enjoyed yourself. Which, judging from your bashful reaction, you most certainly did.
With her anxiety eased, Winnie sat back into her chair and began a series of follow up questions, "So... was he big?"
Biting your lip you nodded reluctantly, and Winnie looked on with prying eyes.
It wasn't as if I could measure it, Winnie!
Understanding what her look meant you used your hands to outline the extent of Katakuri's size. And, if you could believe it, it was enough to make Winnie blush.
"What?!" She choked, dropping her teacup, "did you take him all?"
"Hm? Take all? What are you guys talking about?" Pudding interjected setting your plate down for you.
"N-nothing Pudding! Thanks for the food!"
"Mm! I made sure to get everything you like, so eat up Onee-chan.
"Ah," Pudding sighed sipping her tea, "it seems like only yesterday that we...
"How many times?" Winnie whispered, leaning her shoulder into yours.
"... Can't believe you actually married him..."
Taking a bite of a small pastry you turned your head away and cautiously held up three fingers towards Winnie.
"I'll be dammed," she mused, rubbing her upper lip, "no wonder you look so satisfied. Three times? He obviously knew what he was doing. Did he use his mouth? How was his technique? Did he make you cum quickly?"
Damn it, Winnie! What was with all the questions?!
"... When you got kidnapped and he saved you..."
"He was... perfect," you muttered in response.
Winnie gushed. "The men in this family! They definitely know their way around a woman, well... we can only speak for two, can't we? Honestly, if I were my past self, I'd have tried them all out, but monogamy has etched it's way deeply into my heart!"
"... Ee-chan? You listening?"
"So... did you use any techniques I taught you? Did you devise any of your own? Tell me everything! How did he feel in your mouth? How was he—
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?!" Pudding yelled slamming her hands down on the table. "What's so interesting, huh? Why have you two been sat whispering to yourselves? Anything you'd like to share?! Because it's obviously more important than what I have to say!"
"N-no Pudding i-its—
"We were discussing the various ways in which your brother railed (Y/N) last night."
Having her misplaced curiosity satiated, Puddings mouth dropped agape, and she promptly sat back in her chair, "w-wh-wha—
"Railed," Winnie clarified with a straight face, "hm... Still not understanding? Perhaps I should use a different term? Shagged? Screwed? Banged? Boned? Fucked? Although from what I've heard from (Y/N), I'd surmise that 'making love' would be the most appropriate term to use here."
"Winnie!" You sighed giving a slap to her shoulder, "what are you doing?"
"I'm just relaying information, it's not my fault she can't handle it. I hope she's learned that some questions should not be asked."
"Well can you not! Look at the poor girl! Pudding are you—
"EUGH! My ears! My eyes! My BRAIN! H-help me! Brulee! Help ME!"
"See," Winnie scoffed, "she's perfectly fine... I'd be worried if she wasn't making a fuss."
You giggled and stuffed a small sandwich into your mouth, "yeah... I'm sure she'll get over it."