Warnings: Surprise Sex, Impregnation Kink


That Luffy was selfish was a given. He didn't ask for anything. Only demanded. It had been clear to her from day one.

On day … what was it?

Too long, Nami told herself.

On day who-even-knew, Luffy had plopped beside her with that rakish grin — the one that had her eyeing him for longer to try to guess what he was up to.

"Do you wanna play?"

Well, she supposed he asked sometimes. Though asking her for a change meant that the others were busy with something. Who came after her? Not many. Maybe Robin or Sanji. He would've gone to Sanji had he been hungry though.

"I'm not in the mood to play." Luffy pouted, ready to get up and go, but Nami asked, "What did you think I would play with you anyway?"

"Tag?"

"With two people?"

"Hide-and-seek?"

She raised a brow. "With two people?"

Luffy's cheeks bunched. "Mmm, then we could draw. You draw maps!"

"That's like work sometimes, and I work best at night without a certain someone hovering over me asking questions about every last tool I have." She tilted her head with a frown, instilling into him that time he had wandered up and toppled everything doing just that.

"What about …"

He didn't seem to remember.

Nami sighed. "You're really like a kid sometimes, you know. What's next? House? I guess that can be a two-person game."

Luffy pursed his lips. "House? Hey! I'm not a kid!"

"You're the one that wants to play tag."

"Well … what's house?"

Finally, Nami folded her newspaper to eye him. "You don't know what house is?"

"I know what a house is, but …"

"House is when you pretend you're in a family."

"But we are a family."

She smiled, tickled by the notion. "I mean like a family with a mother and father, Luffy. That kind of house."

"With kids? But there's only two of us," he said, grinning as if he had caught her at her own game, but she rolled her eyes.

"Well, you can pretend we're married." She blinked and flipped to a page of the newspaper when she realized what she had said. Heat rose across her face, but she hoped her hair blocked it. "House doesn't mean you always have kids anyway."

"Oh! So …" He went rather quiet. Which, of course, was saying something for Luffy, but she couldn't dare look over. Not after what she had said. The idea was still taunting and prodding her.

Stupid.

Luffy's fist plopped into his other hand. "Let's play house!"

Nami glanced around the deck. She had been reading the newspaper when Luffy had ambled over. As she had suspected, the rest of the crew must have gone to their own various stations which had left her on deck to keep a reasonable eye out for the sky and waves. And thus no one could have heard him.

"Fine then."

He perked. "Really?"

"I've just gotten home from work and am now reading the newspaper," she said, lifting the paper to conceal her face.

"Oh! Then … I'm gonna read with you."

She gaped as he pressed closer into her side, head on her shoulder before she could squawk. His arm wrapped around her too, and her face heated all the more while Luffy snickered.

"Hey, an ad for steak!"

Nami sniffed, trying to breathe normally. His breath hit her chest as he spoke — close enough, he could have done anything to her before she knew it. Could he hear her heartbeat hammering away? "That's in the West Blue. Not anywhere near here."

"Oh." He pouted, humming so that her toes clenched into a curl. After a moment, his legs laid besides hers, and she wondered what she would tell anyone if they came onto the deck just then and saw him curled up against her on her lounge chair. She was ready for it to snap and break at the merest squirm.

"Luffy …" Her voice had quavered too much, so she cleared her throat, but his head tilted just enough so that his breath tickled her throat.

"What?"

He was just being selfish, she told herself again. Not for the last time.

"You don't … have anything else to do around our house?"

"Mm," he said, and didn't she love how that felt with him so close and his chest against her arm? "It's just us though. No kids, right?"

"We can make pretend kids."

Nami chewed her inner cheek, holding so still while he hummed again. He could make some silly toy out of cloth from Usopp and leave her to her newspaper at last. Change diapers or whatever parents actually did, and maybe she could think long and hard about celibacy.

"Nah, I don't want kids yet. Do you wanna practice?"

She finally turned, gaping as he lifted his head with a grin.

"We can pretend to make kids."

When she could remember how her mouth worked, it was when he pressed his to hers. Nami melted, face frying even as she brought the newspaper closer and covered his silly, selfish transgression. His bold assumption. Her mouth worked overtime with his, sucking at lips that smiled and laughed. Luffy coiled his arms around her, pressing against her while her skin molded under his grasp.

As his hand grasped the side of her breast, only her bikini between them.

She burned, pulling back only after she pecked his lips — they were warm and salty and full of wet heat. His black eyes grinned as he seemed to search her.

Nami tried to snort. "Idiot, so even you can get horny."

As his hand twitched, Nami shivered, and Luffy slipped his hand under her top.

"I wanna be the baby now."

Luffy licked his lips, and Nami melted as he tugged her other cup down. He bowed his head.

Hot lips wrapped around a hardened teat, and she hissed with an arch until he pushed her hips down. The silent command to keep still while he supped. Nami lowered the paper to cover his head and her chest, biting her lip as she struggled to keep still.

If anyone came up—!

She made fists in the newspaper, grunting when his suction tightened, pulling on her nipple as her hips jolted.

Nami's eyes rolled back. How could she read like this!? The selfish baby! His other thumb crossed over her other nipple, teasing her further while Nami trembled.

Her mouth finally cracked open. "Not yet! No baby yet, Luffy, please …!" She couldn't handle a baby.

Yet, Nami gaped as he shifted to straddle the lounge chair, though his face stayed close, eyelids lowered while she tried to breathe right. "Can I pretend to fuck my wife?"

Face frying off, Nami sank into the lounge chair. The newspaper covered his head still. But her breast was still out, and anyone that came up could see what they were doing. She wriggled, but her eyes darted down. Heart pounding, she tossed the newspaper aside and opened his jeans only for him to catch her wrists.

"In a minute. Are you wet for me?" Luffy licked two of his fingers, and Nami's heart pattered unsteadily.

"Yes," she whispered.

How could she not be after his mouth had sucked her entire breast inside?

"I wanna fuck you while you fuck me, okay?"

Nami nodded hard before she freed her hands to yank his jeans aside. He moaned when she pulled past his boxers to grip his hardened shaft, but he reached for her jeans too, pulling them down only enough to thrust his hand down her panties. Her hips bucked from the first digit, and Nami bit her lip to stop the squeal.

"Yes, you're soft," he whispered. "Spread your legs, so I can fuck you better."

Gaping, she tightened around his fingers — the ones he had licked. Mind reeling, her thighs obeyed him, and he dug deeper still. "Luffy … Luffy!"

She bit her lip, shuddering when he grinned. "Fucking you always feels amazing."

For a moment, she couldn't understand, panting while her brain sizzled in her skull. Her captain was knuckles deep in her pussy, but he was talking as if—

Pretend, idiot! It's pretend! She squeezed his cock, and his fingers quickened, so her shaking hand tried to match his pace.

His sigh of relief told her she was playing right, but his hand was so fast! She whimpered, arching slowly to his pumping fingers, while she struggled to keep up. Luffy's cock bulged in her hand, and Nami fought the aroused squeal from rising up to call anyone to see their play.

"You like my cock, right?"

She nodded, not trusting her voice before she wrapped both of her hands around his cock. When he groaned, eyes drifting shut, Nami twitched, body aching while he matched her fervor by thrusting a third finger.

"If you want a baby, you better take it all," he murmured, face in rapture above her.

Nami hissed as his fingers quickened once more, pounding inside, and her arms stuttered and tried to keep up. When he licked his lips, Nami realized her hips were so high off the lounge chair that only her feet touched the deck while her head and shoulders braced herself.

"Say you want a baby."

Her hips jolted. Nami's lips parted. His teeth gritted as his hand slammed to her pussy, filling her with fingers while she trembled. For a moment, she could only think of shoving his hand away to let him fuck her until the tiniest bit of reason shot through her.

It was only pretend after all.

So she stretched his cock to her lips, opening wide.

Luffy sprayed her face and mouth with a gasp, his eyes gaping as she moaned. Heat suffused her body while he worked at her pussy, now so insistent she wasn't sure it wasn't somehow actually his cock. But his tip spurted her tongue again, and Nami melted as she swirled her lips around the dripping cockhead.

He bit his lip, an eye closed while she suckled.

Nami slumped back into the lounge chair, moaning while Luffy's fingers still disappeared into her. The hard throb inside telling her what he did to her.

"You're still so hot," he said, hissing when she popped his cock out. As she eased his cock back into place, he grasped it, and she realized he was pumping himself over her still.

"Did you want to—?" Nami bit her lip, and Luffy smiled.

He pulled her jeans aside, panties pushed just enough out of his way as he slid between her thighs. "I'll always want my Nami."

Her eyes widened, wondering, but he took her hips again. Heart pounding, Nami arched as he pushed into her, spreading her pussy with a thick cock whereupon he sat inside her with a sigh.

"You're … tight."

Nami twitched around him, panting as he circled at her entrance. Seated so deep while she writhed.

"Fuck … me …"

Luffy smiled. "You're so selfish."

Her eyes widened, enraged, but he kissed her seconds later, and she moaned as his hips bucked hard enough for her to see stars. Nami's body pulsed, singing to his strokes and tongue. His hands on her hips to guide and direct her through the pulsing aches inside — both of their aches.

She left a gouge she would find later in his back.

Now though, she writhed to his hips, panting as he whispered about the babies he was putting in her. How his cock bulged inside until she squealed sharp into his ear. He let her buck on him until she couldn't move, slipping bonelessly onto the lounge chair so that he could pull out to spray her belly.

He traced patterns in his seed. "See? I was tired, but you wanted more. Selfish Nami. And I know you're gonna ask for more."

And she did.