Chapter 22 - Forever

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⚜️ Keywords ⚜️

Y/n -> your name
E/c -> eyes colour

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That evening the entire archipelago celebrated the defeat of the Navy. The party was mainly on Whole Cake Island; the island had been illuminated with colored lanterns and a long table had been prepared in the gardens of Big Mom's palace. All the inhabitants had been invited to participate.

Despite her condition, Pudding did all she could to make a perfect cake with you in mind. After saving her, she wanted to repay you by doing something in your honor using all the ingredients you might like; in particular, that cake would have been different from any other, because it would have been decorated with an e/c cream of the same color of your eyes.

Speaking of creams, you were just smearing one on your face. After the blows you had received from that bastard of Akainu your skin had turned purple and bruised and you were trying to heal it with some products you had borrowed from your sister-in-law Broyé, Brûlée's twin.

The bruise on your stomach hurt when you touched it.

Seeing it there, next to your scar, made you feel uncomfortable. You absolutely didn't want Katakuri to see you in that state.

《...I'm a wreck. How can a woman have such a body and call herself beautiful?》

《Mpf, don't be ridiculous.》  You suddenly turned around and found Katakuri leaning against your bedroom door.

《You worry too much.》  He said crossing the arms.

You did the same thing, but to close the bathrobe again around your body.

《But you don't think about it, exactly why a door is closed...who told you you could enter like this, without even knocking?》

《What are you doing?》  Katakuri walked towards you.

《I'm getting ready for the party...shouldn't I?》  You looked away thinking about what you might wear.

《Of course not.》  He said in a serious voice. Then, he grabbed your arm and threw you onto the bed.

《Ehy! What are–》

《Have you forgotten what I said before?》  His shadow completely obscured you from the light of the room.

You hadn't forgotten him, but you didn't think he meant it.
《Are you planning on not attending your mother's party? She could kill us if we don't go there...》

Katakuri wasn't listening to you and he started taking off his gloves. You saw his big manly hands as he gently pulled off his long, soft scarf, to show his predatory gaze he had just looking at you.

《Not gonna happen. You know, there are many things I can afford to do, as a General and as the second oldest son in the family. My mother will be too busy consuming sugars than to think about us...on the contrary, we have other commitments for tonight.》

He tossed his vest to the floor while staying bare-chested. His fuchsia tattoo was perfectly visible and beautiful on his muscles.

《Mpf, you're not even listening to me...》

He came dangerously close to you and with one hand tried to take off your robe, but you stopped him.

《W-wait, I'll do it, so wait!》  You were ashamed to death. You untied the knot and opened it to see the skin between your breasts and belly.

Katakuri said nothing. He loved that modesty of yours and longed to see you even more.

《You are adorable Y/n.》  He began kissing you passionately on the lips, on the neck and beside your breasts. You turned your head towards the door and instinctively placed your hands on his collarbones to warn him to stop.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 || Charlotte Katakuri X ReaderWhere stories live. Discover now