Fated threads of Destiny (katakuri x reader) One piece fanfiction

Y/N stood in a dimly lit room, candles glowing and flickering in the shadows on the walls. Before her stood Katakuri, his imposing figure dominating the space.

His crimson eyes bored into hers, his well defined muscles taut and glistening under the warm light.

"You're mine," his voice rumbled, deep and commanding, making her knees weak as he stepped closer to her, till the distance between them was nothing.

His hands gripped her waist with a possessive firmness, the hard lines of his body pressing against hers, his thumb brushing against her skin, sending a spark of electric shock through her.

"Katakuri..." she whispered, her voice low with anticipation.

His lips curled into a faint smirk, and without a word, he lowered his head, his mouth hovering just above hers before crashing into them. His hands tangled in her hair, tilting her head back as he continued his slow, deliberate exploration all over her body.

Her hands gripped onto his shoulders, feeling his strength beneath her fingertips. Every touch, every word, set her alight, her body aching for more as he continued to tease her.

"You've been on my mind every moment, Y/N. I can't stop thinking about you."

It wasn't long enough before she found herself pressing his head down between her legs, as his tongue snaked around her womanhood, and his sharp teeth slightly grazing her thighs. She began to moan slowly as he went at a sensational pace, before his eyes looked up into hers.

"Say my name, Y/N."

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Y/N's eyes flew open, her heart racing as the vivid sensations from her dream lingered. "Oh my god, what is wrong with me?"

Heat flooded her cheeks as her gaze darted to Katakuri sat at the edge of the bed, propped against the headboard, his jacket and shirt folded neatly on a chair nearby, leaving him in only his boxers.

His broad and bare chest rose and fell with steady breaths, the tattoo on his chest and abs emphasized by the morning light illuminating the room, the muscles in his back flexing slightly as he turned to glance at Y/N.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, his calm voice tingled with curiousity

"Can he sense it?" she wondered

"Oh no!" she gasped, sitting up quickly and clutching the folds of her wedding dress. "I—
did I fall asleep in this?"

Katakuri's mouth curved into the faintest of smiles. "You did," he said simply, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement.

She looked down at herself, mortified. She slightly recalled how exhausted she was, and how fast she fell asleep after her first kiss with Katakuri.

"And you—" her eyes flicked to his bare torso, with his boxers slightly showing above the blanket, her face growing even redder.

"You're—oh, I didn't mean to sleep in your bed! I'm so sorry."

Katakuri watched her flustered state, his calm demeanor unshaken. "It's fine," he said reassuringly.

Her eyes darted back to him, taking in his bare body before quickly looking away. "But you're—"
she gestured vaguely, flustered.

"I'm what?" Katakuri asked, tilting his head slightly .

"Shirtless!" she blurted, her cheeks burning.

Katakuri raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "I didn't want to ruin my clothes." He paused, then added "We're married now. It's normal to share a bed...unless you're uncomfortable."