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Cat & Mouse | Monkey D. Luffy

➛ Monkey D. Luffy x Fem!Reader

➛ Summary: Perhaps playing Cat and Mouse with your uncontrollable boyfriend was a bad idea after all.

➛ Warnings: Language, Fluff, Established Relationship, Lovestruck!Luffy, Cat and Mouse game (Smut +18 Minors DNI), Primal Kink, Praise Kink, Dry Humping, Neediness, Dom/Sub undertones, Whimpering, Needy!Luffy, Breeding Kink, PIV

Literally my comfort character. I love him so much

"My love," There's a quiet, stunned sound that leaves his lips in a huff as he gazes at you with wide eyes. "Are you sure?" You weren't sure of anything, to be completely honest and neither was he.

"I don't know about you, Luffy, but I miss the surface."

"There is a surface on the ship," He whines, stomping his big feet onto the forest floor, awakening the critters hidden in the thickets.

"Ground Luffy, I want the ground. The actual ground with dirt and bugs and trees! I really missed the trees."

You explain this to him with nothing but wonder bouncing off your tone as your fingers weave through the laces of your leather boots. You knot the laces with a quickness, ensuring maximum efficiency before your game commences.

"Don't you want to join the others?" He asks, still pouting up a storm as he picks up a stray rock at his feet, "We could be in a restaurant right now-"

"You'd rather eat than spend time with me?" Luffy does not need sunlight to know your eyes are narrowed into slits right now. He quickly reels back because as much as he adores eating, he equally adores receiving mind blowing orgasms from his girlfriend too. "It's just,"

You gazed up at him from bended knee, now preoccupied with tying your other laces, too.

"It's just what, Big Boy?"

There is a wide, distinct smile that breaks across Luffy's face at the very sound of the nickname. His heart is a runway train within his ribcage and he nearly purs out loud. His scar now shines even brighter under the moonlight with the elation across his face. After dusting off the excess dirt from your shoes you straighten yourself and tug Luffy closer by the string of his hat. As he speaks, you retie the string, "You know it is... unwise for us to do this. You know I'm not going to be able to- tighter," he asks distractedly, "-could you make the string just a little tighter?" You pull Luffy's straw hat further down onto his head. As you fix the hat perfectly onto his head your heart swells with nothing short of adoration.

You had never quite believed in the construct of a soulmate until you met Luffy. Upon your union, it all seemed to fall so surreptitiously into place that a life before him had seemed utterly bland, and so completely... boring. There is a warmth that seized the man's entire countenance, and you put it all to very good use.

He consumed you.

Not a single tear was shed without Luffy curling into you, quite forcefully stuffing his large, masculine frame under your armpit under a very, very strict comfort policy. You could not show a sliver of ill-emotion without Luffy tapping his foot anxiously against the floorboards of your cabin, chewing on the ends of his nails nervously while the rest of him was seized in restlessness. "I'm not going to leave until you tell me why you're upset," He would say, pushing the door of your cabin open every time it threatened to close shut.

"Boundaries," You would yell, "Boundaries, Luffy!"

He inwardly turned his nose up at that crude dirty word.

Boundaries.

The word that wanted you to keep you away from him. The word that saw you two occasionally (frustratingly) separated.

"But I am respecting your boundaries, My Love," he would coo from the other side of the threshold. "I haven't set foot over the line once, even though you are very clearly upset." His sweet obliviousness would usually aid in washing away whatever grievances you had acquired from your polluted thoughts. Thoughts that were susceptible to Luffy and his Ray of endless, blinding sunshine. Even his flaws held a nauseating dose of optimism. His forgetfulness, his altruism, his simplicity and his restlessness.

You were lucky to have him.

"I don't really see what the problem is, Luffy." You continue, "It's not like- still, Luffy, could you keep your head still? That's why the hat keeps falling off," You pat down his head in what you hope acts as a sedative for his nerves. It works momentarily but truthfully he just loves having your natural body heat in such close range with him. He can feel it all radiating off of you, no problem.

"You know I can get a little…" He searches frantically for the perfect word, "-excited when we play our games. In an open forest like this… what if I get too carried away?"

"It's not like you're going to hurt me," You say, tugging on the bows you had fashioned out of his hat's string. You dust a layer of sticks and dead leaves from your exposed knee while Luffy continues his nervous tirade. "You don't know-"

"I do know. I know that you're capable of controlling yourself, Luffy. I know that you're in love with me. I know that you'd never, ever do anything to hurt me." Eye contact. If there was a single force in all the known (and unknown) 4 seas that could rile Luffy up more, it was the eye contact.

You gaze up at him with nothing but trust blazing in your eyes as you sink your grip into the lapels of his open vest.

"I don't like losing," He admits with grave remorse. Whether he was referring to the chase you had pitched or the staring contest that had ensued, you were completely unsure.

"You're assuming you'll catch me." You shoot back, eyes never straying from his.

"I could just stretch-"

"No powers." You scold lightly.

"I'm still faster." His lips are but a mere inch away from you. You can hear his ragged breath. It's a sound that flows in sync with the natural cacophony of the woods, the hum of the fireflies and drum of the crickets, all hidden away, singing for the couple, perched under the waning moon.

"That's part of the fun though, isn't it?" You finally break eye contact, but your periphery reveals a keen-eared, frozen-solid Luffy, still watching you with the transfixed gaze of a hawk. He's starkly aware of every single thing around you, his senses being at their most potent.

"If I catch you quick enough, then we're going to the nearest inn, bar or restaurant." You nearly chuckle at that but you hold it in, quite enjoying the charged air that is buzzing between the two of you.

"I like your use of the word 'if', Luffy,'' there is a richness in your vibrato that completely does him in. A sharp, manic growl of excitement reverbarates from his chest. It bleeds into a squeaky whine you place a delicate kiss onto his lips.

"This cat and mouse game of yours is going to end quicker than you expect" he all but slurs, eyes fluttering shut as you place another kiss onto his plump lips eliciting a warmth in his very bones, the need to soothe that delicious itch in his very being was unparalleled. He craves more of your touch, he craves more of you-

"You get the rest when you get me." You state firmly, much to Luffy's dismay who releases another growl. "It'll be fun." You reassure the man as you begin to bounce lightly on the balls of your feet. You fill your lungs with the fresh and dewy air of the woodland fencing the both of you and you ready your limbs. Luffy begins to loosen his limbs as he sees you beginning to break away.

"Head start." He says, commencing a few short jumps as he loosens the cracks in his neck. He tilts his head downward, watching you through a shadow falling over his eyes. Luffy crouches into his 'get ready' stance and your eyes widen in glee as you move farther away, breaking into a slight jump before speeding off into the thickness of the wood. A wave of nausea paired with excitement zings through his entire body at the sight of your whizzing frame and his legs move on their own accord.

You're fighting to dodge brambles and branches of every kind. Trees and their obnoxious arms crisscrossing overriding one another, causing you to bend at odd and unathletic angles as you sprint through the night-veiled wood. There is an eeriness to the open space. It is vast yet there is a distinct density bestowed by the clumping, plentiful trees. Just as you lunge over a lopsided log, a screeching war cry goes up into the island air.

Butterflies soar in your stomach as your feet beat down on the uneven forest floor. You fight to keep your gaze locked on the nature-crafted obstacle course ahead of you, choosing to ignore the hurried lunges sounding behind you. Squirrels scatter in your wake and the owls hoot from their post. The animals watch in anticipation as your energy depletes and your breathing becomes more ragged and spent.

An unforeseeable ache blossoms in your upper arms first as the butterflies bleeds into a sharp, afflicting stitch that has you veering off course. Your thighs lunge the rest of your heavy body forward with vigour and determination, using up all the energy you have stored inside. Soon, the world begins to tilt and you're met with the sharp end of a branch that had gone undetected by you. A small scrape slashes across your arm and yet you still keep running.

Another, final war cry is sent into the air and for a brief, quiet moment you find yourself gazing up at the waning moon. This was the final evening you got to spend on a solid island before you were to board Luffy's ship and heavens knows you would spend it how you wanted.

It is then when you find yourself slowing down. A fire is raging in your oesophagus and just as your lungs begin their reduced intake of fresh air, you're yelping as you're being tackled to the ground with a force that knocks your air out.

"FUCK-" You curse as he rolls the both of you onto a bed of moss growing thick on the forest floor. Somehow, he made provisions for you, making sure to lock his arm around your head as the two of you tumbled to the ground in a messy heap.

When you open your arms, you are caged underneath him. Luffy is straddling you while his hands resting against the sides of your head, caging you in with the promise of never letting you go again. As if you were a restless baby bird that he might lose again. He gazes down at you with wild eyes brimming with intensity and satisfaction from the chase you had given to him. Both of your uneven ragged breathing fill the space between you until-

"I've... I've got a cut," You whisper in between your loud breathing, "You wouldn't have caught me so soon if I hadn't-"

"Please, just shut up, My Love," He murmurs drunkenly before colliding his lips with yours in a furious and fiery kiss that seems to last for ages. His hands find their way at your sides, sinking his fingers into the soft skin that would otherwise be painful, but what is incredibly erotic.

You try to break away, to try and breathe but he only forces his kiss even deeper. Luffy's blood is running hot, and, compounded with his perpetual hunger, he is utterly insatiable.

"You should've let me eat first," he murmurs in between the kiss. His lips never strayed too far away before crashing back onto yours, "Now all I wanna eat is you."

He's unsure if it's a distraught moan or a cry that bubbles up from your chest and it's the not knowing, the possibility of it being both, that has Luffy's cock aching against his pants. He experimentally ruts into your leg once and it's enough to break the kiss and have him groaning into the forest air.

"Oh Jeez," he moans in utter delight, and you watch him rut helplessly against your leg while firmly encircling a large hand around your throat. Luffy does not anticipate the strength in his grip, but he is too far gone, completely locked away in a world of pleasure as he murmurs with his hooded eyes: "Never, My love. You never, never, never leave me like that again-"

You motion as if to respond but it's completely drowned out when he pulls down your shorts in quick, delirious movements. You steeple your legs and watch on perched elbows as Luffy kneels before you, head twitching in anticipation of your exposed heat. He can smell how excited you are, how completely aroused that one small exercise had made you for him and it drives him into an early grave.

You watch with intent as Luffy clumsily pulls your panties down along with his vest in the process. The truth is that your little game has affected him more than he anticipated and the need to mount you and spill his seed inside you was just far too great. But, Luffy knew how much you appreciate feeling his skin underneath your hands, feeling his natural body warmth heat up your cold palms. He is fighting to take it slow just for you.

"Beautiful, you're so beautiful," you were bathed in moonlight, and your arousal shone prettily against your inner thighs.

"I'm going to need you fuck me, okay Luffy?" That tone, that goddamn tone has his eyes latching onto yours in a fraction of a second, his head nodding furiously as your words of affirmation filled him with so much zeal it felt as if he might die.

"I can do that," he says, sloppily pushing his hands into his pants. He is lining his cock up with your glistening entrance, "I can be good for you. I can do that."

The confidence that had once consumed you, completely washes away as Luffy rams his length into you. By the very first thrust, he's latching onto your breast through your buttoned shirt with one hand, while his hovering frame is supported by his other palm pressed to the forest floor.

"No, no, no, look at me, please," His whining has your cunt clenching around him, eliciting a deep and painful growl from within him. Luffy's face is mere inches away from yours, as his charged and incessant 'hah, hah, hah,'s spill out of him with every deliciously thrust. He watches you wither underneath him. Pride and lust do a great dance in the confines of his heart as you lift your shaky hands to glide over his exposed chest. He is quite literally fucking you into the ground. Your head moves above you with the force of his thrusts and your voice is clogged with the pressure of your oncoming orgasm.

Luffy is so thoroughly focused on cumming inside you that it overtakes his entire brain. He gazes down at you with the satisfaction of claiming you. Here you are, underneath him.

His and no one else's.

His scent was going to be mixed with yours and that's all that matters.

"I'm going to cum inside you," he says, rutting into you at an even wilder pace, "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum inside of you"

You mindlessly nod as you feel your cunt begin to tighten around his cock once more. He's so deep and so quick, it's a struggle to concentrate on speaking at all.

"Tell me, please! I need you to tell me. Tell I'm a good boy for you! Tell me I can spill my seed inside you, baby please-"

Behind his huffing and fervent frame, the sky is speckled with gorgeous stars. There are stars in his hooded, pleading words and stars in his voice. He's so close to ecstasy and he needs you to reassure him.

"Cum for me, baby," You bring a hand to the side of his face, causing him to lean into it with closed eyes. "You're such a good boy, Luffy. Please, cum for me." Your pussy tightening around him a single time has him cumming on the spot. His cum, hot and heady floods your insides. It's so much. You're being so completely filled. Your hand on his cheek twitches and your back arches as your own oegasm washes over you. Euphoria erupts in your entire being and Luffy buries his head in the crook of your neck. His cock still thrusts into you as you ride the high, your mouth open in a silent cry as your arms lock around his head.

"My beautiful girl," He mutters as you float back down to earth, "My gorgeous, beautiful girl." The kisses you are met with are endless as your shoulder slump and you're transported, once again, to the real world.

The biggest smile you have ever had the pleasure of witnessing is stitched onto his face as Luffy peers up at you from laying his head on your chest. "Again," he says, causing you to laugh in completely disbelief. "We go again. This time I'll give you an even longer head start-"

"Down boy," you say, keeping your head wrapped around his head, "Let me catch my breath first."

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CHAPTER 1. | LIBRARY FIASCO

WELL SHIT, this isn’t how you pictured your week would go. 

Beside you, a boy with unruly green hair walked in silence. His stoic expression remained unchanged, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in his presence.  

A heavy cloud of frustration hung over you. Exams, stress, and late-night study sessions had been enough to worry about, but now you had a broken door and a disciplinary issue to contend with.

"I can't believe I got roped into this."

He glanced at you, gaze steady. "Yeah, well, shit happens. Can't change it now."

"I've been studying like crazy, and now this," You continued, voice tinged with frustration. "It's like the universe is conspiring against me." Stupid universe. Haven’t you suffered enough as it is? The whole situation was absurd, and the fact that you were now the talk of the school only added insult to injury.

"And it had to be the library door, of all things! The one place I couldn't afford to get in trouble. Just my luck."

The whispers and curious glances from your classmates only fueled your frustration. You and him were the center of attention now, the students responsible for breaking the library's entrance. It was a far cry from the low-profile, diligent student you had always aimed to be.

As you reached the school's disciplinary office, the principal, Mr. Garp greeted you both with a stern expression. "Y/N, Zoro," Mr. Garp began, his tone grave. "I hope you both understand the gravity of what happened. Breaking the library's entrance door is not something we take lightly here at this school."

You stammered, trying to explain, "It was an accident, Mr. Garp. We didn't mean to—"

Zoro interrupted, his voice steady, "We'll take responsibility for the damage and make sure it gets fixed."

Mr. Garp raised an eyebrow, impressed by Zoro's straightforward approach. "Very well. But this won't go unpunished. You'll have to do some cafeteria service to make up for this, and I'll have a word with your teachers about your upcoming exams."

Y/N sighed in relief that Mr. Garp was willing to consider their explanation and that they wouldn't face harsher consequences. Cafeteria service didn't sound pleasant, but it was better than the alternative.

"Thank you, Mr. Garp." Y/N said, grateful for the somewhat lenient decision.

With that, you were dismissed from Mr. Garp's office, and the weight of your situation sank in even further.

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YESTERDAY.

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Exams were looming, and the pressure was mounting. You had decided to put in some late-night hours at the school library, determined to cram in as much knowledge as possible before the dreaded tests the next day.

You settled into a quiet corner, surrounded by a fortress of textbooks, notebooks, and hastily scribbled notes. The clock on the wall seemed to tick faster with each passing minute, a constant reminder of the impending exams.

As you delved into your books, your focus was unwavering, your determination resolute. You knew that this late-night session could make all the difference between success and failure. But as the hours dragged on and exhaustion began to claw at your senses. 

The fatigue settled in, and your eyelids grow heavy. With a deep sigh, you decided to rest your head on your arms for just a brief moment, thinking a short nap might recharge your energy.

CRASH!

You  jolted awake, disoriented and bewildered. 

The glass door leading to the library had been shattered.

You quickly scanned the scene, realizing you are not alone in this bizarre predicament. The culprit stood before the door, fists clenched.

"What the fuck, dude?" You stammered, mind racing to comprehend the situation.

He seemed equally taken aback by your presence, perhaps not expecting anyone to be in the library at this late hour. His eyes darted around, assessing the situation. "I didn't expect anyone to be here," he muttered, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and surprise.

You  couldn't help but notice the chaos you were now part of. The glass shards on the floor, the frigid night air rushing in, and the impending threat of getting caught in a mess.

"Wha- what are you doing? Why did you punch the door? What did the door do to you?!" You asked, trying to sound more assertive than you felt, you stood up from your makeshift study area, books and notes scattered on the table. The adrenaline coursing through your veins began to drive away the remnants of sleep, and you needed answers quickly.

''We got locked out.''

You frowned at his response, finding it difficult to believe that someone would resort to breaking into a library because they got locked out. 

"Locked out?" you repeated, still trying to wrap your head around the situation. "Breaking the door was your solution to being locked out of the library?"

"Do you have a better suggestion?" he retorted.

"Yeah," you replied, your voice tinged with exasperation. "Ever heard of calling for help? or maybe even waiting until the library opens again? Breaking the door should have been your last resort."

"Look, I didn't want to be stuck out here all night."

You couldn't help but shake your head at the absurdity of the situation. "Well, you certainly made a mess of things. Now we're both in trouble."

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