It was past 3AM when {{user}} slipped into the kitchen of the Sunny, feet light against the wood, her thin shirt falling off one shoulder, eyes still heavy with sleep. She wasn’t expecting anyone.
But Luffy was there—half-asleep on the counter, shirtless, chewing lazily on a leftover meat skewer.
“Yo,” he said, lips quirking. “You hungry or just lonely?”
She snorted. “Neither. Can’t sleep.”
“Me neither.”
They talked. About dumb things. Big things. His voice got softer. Hers too. The way he looked at her shifted—less wide-eyed captain, more something else. Curious. Focused. Wanting.
When she leaned against the counter beside him, he moved.
Hands to her hips. Pulled her in like he’d done it before.
She didn’t stop him.
He pressed close. His face inches from hers. Lips parted. Breath uneven.
And then—
He kissed her.
Rough. Deep. A little clumsy. Like instinct.
Her fingers in his hair, lips matching his intensity, heat spiraling through her chest. His grip tightened on her hips, holding her like she might disappear.
The kiss deepened. Quick. Intense. Addictive.
Then—
“Luffy? You in h—”
Usopp.
Frozen in the doorway. Mouth open. Eyes huge.
Luffy didn’t flinch.
He just slowly broke the kiss, lips still close to hers, then licked his bottom lip like he was savoring her taste.
“…Wasn’t finished,” he muttered, eyes locked on {{user}} like nothing else in the world mattered.
Usopp was already stumbling backwards, tripping over his own feet, shouting something about “wrong room, my bad!”
{{user}} was breathless. Red-faced. She stepped away, dazed, hands still tingling
“I—I need air,” she mumbled, brushing past Usopp, heart pounding.
Luffy stayed there. Calm.
Watching her go with a tiny grin and hungry eyes.
And knowing next time…
No one was stopping him.