Happy birthday Luffy!

This is pretty much how the story is going, right?

18+ Minors dni.

"Luffy!" You giggle, gently pushing the curious captains head from your chest. His tradenark straw-hat is laid on the barrel beside your cot, set aside after you complained it was itchy on your neck and cheeks. "What are you doing?"

"You smell nice, like that fruit parfait Sanji made." Luffy shrugs, pulling away just a bit to meet your gaze. "Can I taste you?"

You flush, coughing for a second as your face goes a shade of scarlet. Of course, to your dear captain this is a perfectly normal sounding question. Luffy was always seeking some sort of flavor or texture. You always joked he had an oral fixation, always chewing or sucking on something while deep in thought. You always thought maybe it was a coping mechanism, the way your typically unbothered stretchy friend dealt with the stress of the high seas. Still... you can't be bothered to apply this context now.

"Luffy, you can't just ask people that!" You whisper, eyes wide as you try to calm down and explain. "It's not-"

"I don't have any germs." He says, head tilted not unlike a confused pup.

"Eh- what?"

"Germs. Chopper says I'm all healthy." He sits up amd crosses his legs, sitting back and rocking a bit on the firm mattress of your cot. "So you won't get sick if I lick you. That's what your worried about, right? I wouldn't do something that would get you sick, silly." He punches your shoulder, oblivious to the confusion on your face. You cannot believe you are having this conversation right now, much more that you are going to have to explain what is actually freaking you out.

"No, Luffy. It's not just that- even though licking people is weird!" You decide that's a problem for another time. "Saying you want to taste someone is like a- it's intimate?"

His brows furrow, framing those big brown eyes. His naivety makes you smile despite the discomfort.

"Luffy- I mean that when people say that, it means they want to kiss, like, heavy." You explain. He just nods along, still not seeing the issue. "Or like a sex thing." You manage to squeak it out, getting annoyed at his lack of reaction. "How are you not more worked up about this? Do you not understand what I'm saying?"

"Yeah. That's okay." He sits up, tucking his knees under him in a kneeling like pose. "I mean, I'm okay kissing you, do you want to kiss me?"

You flush again, somehow the fact he understands what he's suggesting is worse. "I mean... maybe?" He just keep staring at you, and unable to give a solid response, you just nod. His face breaks into a grin, and he launches at you with a whoop.

He grips you by your cheeks, placing his lips on yours. He's by no means an expert, he kisses like you a cartoon character, with a puffy-lipped smooch. He pulls away; but just looks disappointed.

"I couldn't really taste you at all." He frowns, eyes squinting in that way he does when concentrated. "Can I just lick you?"

"No!" You both jolt at your outburst. You run a hand through your hair and swallow. "No, no. You just have to use your tongue, a bit. And go slower. Do you want me to show you?" You don't know how you ended up in this territory, but something keeps pulling you in. He nods eagerly. It's not too long before he's chest to chest with you, eagerly letting his tongue slip past your lips, biting gently on your lip each time you try to pull away.

You're both breathless when you pull away, despite Luffys whines. "I need a sec!" You can't help but giggle at his eagerness.

"You taste like Sanji's parfaits too!"

"Thanks." You just rub at your red hot face, trying to maintain some decorum as you bury your face against your pillow.

He flops down beside you, shoulder to shoulder, and whistles a happy tune for a moment. His brows furrow again, and he rolls over; propping his head up with one arm and just... staring.

"Use your words." You poke him gently, trying to get him to articulate what his problem is.

"Do you kiss Sanji? Or Zoro? Or Ussop? Or Nami-" He asks bluntly, the frown never leaving his face.

"No, Luffy. Geez." You cut him off. "I'm not smooching everyone on the ship. Just... you. Just now."

This seems to snap him right out of it. "Great! Then can we keep kissing, just us? It feels really good. And I care about you. More than just as crew or a friend. More like..." He trails off. It takes him an embarrassingly long time to come up with "A crewmmate I want to kiss."

You agree, but it doesn't take long for him to move from your cheeks, to your neck, to your shoulders. You feel him growing heavier and heavier on your body, till you're both flat on the cot. "Luffy?" You look over at him, only to find his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling gently. His lips are still pressed gently against your shoulder, but it's clear he's been lulled to sleep. "Luffy? Luffy-" You gently try and rouse him, but he doesn't move. You know the only thing worse than trying to move a conscious Luffy is an unconscious one. After it becomes clear he won't be leaving, you pull the blanket over the two of you, tucking him in as best you can. Your eyes drift to his hat, still sat on the barrel. It feels weird to see your beloved captain without his mentors hat. You pick it up by the scratchy straw brim, setting it on the dark curls of the devil-fruit user now laid in your bed. Hard to believe the highest bounty in the east blue belongs to such a goober.

Despite how odd it would have felt to share your bed with Luffy earlier today, you suppose you did just makeout with him. Not to mention, you could use a nap. Shuffling down into the blankets, you feel yourself sinking down into the mattress. Suddenly, there's a gently, comforting pressure on your scalp. Luffys hat, laid gently on your head...

Luffys hat?