Fic: A Special Addition [Hawaii Five-0: Steve/Danny, NC-17]
Title: A Special Addition
Chapter: 2
Author: basket_ofposies
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Danny was with child-only in this pineapple hellhole could this happen.
Warnings: MPreg.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: **Please notice upped rating**
Previous Chapters: One
Danny stared at the time on the cable box.
9:24 PM
Steve was nine minutes late. Danny was not happy.
He had come home-their home, he had finally gotten used to calling it that instead of just Steve’s home-after Steve had managed to anger him to a new point.
“Got myself knocked up,” he muttered under his breath and scoffed, “Does he think I went out of my way to stick an embryo into my body? Fucking jerk. As if I want to walk around, fat and irritable, with an aching back and swollen feet. Yeah, okay, that’s always been a Goddamn fantasy of mine. Yeah, okay, because this is just so fucking wonderful.”
Danny was still ranting when Steve walked in five minutes later, looking worse for the wear and holding a stack of papers and pamphlets. Danny merely grunted his hello.
“Danny…” Steve sighed and moved to stand in front of Danny before gracefully falling to his knees, his arms resting on Danny’s knees. The blonde didn’t look at him though and merely crossed his arms over his chest and looked away, concentrating much too hard on the wall. “I’m sorry,” Steve said softly and put the pile of papers on Danny’s lap.
“...for what?” Danny asked, letting his eyes covertly wander towards the papers in his lap without turning his head.
Steve stopped himself from rolling his eyes and squeezed Danny’s thighs instead. “For putting this all on you. I was a jerk, and I’m sorry, alright? Just look at me already.”
Danny let out a huff of indignant air but turned his head slowly, raising his eyebrows in consideration at the things Steve had set in his lap before. When he realized what he was looking at, his eyes widened, then narrowed. He met Steve’s eyes and scrunched his face up. “Are you serious?”
“Completely.”
Danny didn’t understand how Steve kept such a straight face saying that.
“These are pregnancy pamphlets and printouts about trimesters and growing stages. What did you do, raid the nearest clinic?”
“And Wikipedia.”
“Wiki-” Danny stopped himself before he could go on a rant and let his arms fall to his side. He looked up at the ceiling, then to the left, trying to organize his thoughts, before he finally turned his gaze to Steve again. “C’mon, get off the floor,” he sighed and reached forward to pull his partner up.
“...you’re not mad?” Steve asked, slowly getting up one leg at a time until he was standing in front of Danny.
“Mad? No. Upset, yes. Frustrated, yes. Confused, beyond belief. Mad, though, no, no, I’m not mad. Would I have liked not to be in this situation? Of course. Would I rather be drinking a beer while kicking back and watching the game? Yeah, I’d like that. Am I going to last seven more months with this thing inside? God help me, I better because I’m getting attached already. Am I ready for another kid? I don’t know, but I better be soon. Are you ready? I don’t really care because it’s coming anyway. How is Grace going to react to this? Well-”
“Danny,” Steve said gently when the slight worry in Danny’s voice had escalated to panic. He sat down next to the worried man and took his hand, squeezing it tightly in his own. “We’ll get through this, together.”
“Promise?”
Steve never wanted to hear doubt about their relationship in Danny’s voice ever again.
“I promise.”
Danny took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Steve noticed some of the tension leave Danny’s shoulders, making a small smile form on his lips. It didn’t last long because, in two seconds flat, he had a lap full of Danny, his strong arms squeezing his torso and his face burying itself into his chest. All of his research fell to the floor messily.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Steve laughed softly and ran his hands through Danny’s hair and down his back, rubbing it soothingly. “You okay, Danno?”
“Yeah,” Danny mumbled into Steve’s chest, sending the vibrations of his voice through his body.
“Okay,” Steve said quietly and continued to move his hands up and down Danny’s back. He stayed quiet a moment, reveling in the contentment he felt, before something popped into his head. “So it wasn’t all those malasadas catching up to you, it’s just your baby bump?”
Danny picked his head up slowly and stared at Steve, his face blank and his eyes calculating.
“Too soon?”
“Just a bit,” Danny replied, a tight smile pulling his lips. There was a tense moment between the two of them, then Danny started laughing and buried his head in the crook of Steve’s neck. Steve joined him and let himself fall back on the couch when Danny put all of his weight on him.
Danny’s laughter quickly turned into open-mouth kisses on Steve’s neck while chuckles still spilled out and reverberated on Steve’s skin, causing the taller man’s laugh to become lower and more breathier.
“C’mon, let’s go upstairs,” Steve breathed out, his hands untucking Danny’s shirt as he pushed them to sit up.
“Bed, mm,” Danny murmured in agreement and stood up. He pulled Steve up with him and led the way up the stairs and to the bedroom, Steve’s wandering hands only slowing him down slightly.
When they got into the bedroom, Danny turned around and walked backward slowly as he undid his tie. “You had me scared, y’know,” he murmured as he slid the tie from around his neck and dropped it on the floor.
Steve’s heart broke a little at that statement, so he closed the space between them and let his hands take over the job of unbuttoning Danny’s dress shirt. “I’m sorry,” he repeated his earlier sentiment, his eyes locking with Danny’s blue ones as he slid his shirt off.
“Thought you were gonna, I don’t know, leave me or somethin’,” the shorter man admitted in a low voice, his voice breaking when Steve slid his hand onto his larger than normal stomach and let it rest there.
“Because you’re carrying my child, our child?” Steve rasped out. The words still felt a bit foreign on his tongue, but he could see himself getting used to them. Their baby… yeah, he liked the sound of it.
“Well, that, and I’m a pregnant man,” Danny added, his hand taking residence over Steve’s and squeezing it slightly. “It’s sort of weird, even for your Naval Intelligence self.”
Steve let out an indignant huff and craned his neck down to press their mouths together in a sweet kiss, effectively quelling his partner’s worries.
Danny’s mouth opened easily under Steve’s as he started moving them back towards the bed. Danny sat down when he felt the backs of his knees but stopped Steve with firm hands on his hips. “You, sir, are wearing far too much clothing.”
With a laugh, Steve pulled his shirt off, then toed his boots off. “Good?”
“Nuh uh,” Danny shook his head and reached forward to undo Steve’s belt. “I’m the one carrying our child, so you better earn the title of father.”
Steve groaned and threw his head back. “Don’t bring Baby McWilliams into the bedroom. That’s just wrong.”
And it told him that Danny was going to hold this over his head for a long time-a very long time.
“Just letting you know, and that’s cute… Baby McWilliams,” Danny shrugged, making a thoughtful sound, and pulled Steve’s pants down a bit. “So, c’mon, get naked.”
Steve smirked and pulled his pants and boxers down the rest of the way, then leaned down to pull them off all the way, along with his socks. He tossed them to the side before raising an eyebrow at Danny. “Now?”
“Now... now we can talk,” Danny matched Steve’s smirk and grabbed his hand to pull him down. Their mouths met in a heated kiss as they laid down on the bed, Steve’s body covering Danny’s like a blanket. His hands wandered down to Danny’s belt which he quickly undid and pulled them down with the help of Danny pushing his hips up. They joined the pile of growing clothes on the floor.
“I’m gonna take care of you,” Steve promised, murmuring into Danny’s skin as he pressed kisses along his neck. Danny replied with a soft groan in the back of his throat, acknowledging the double meaning of what Steve said. He threaded his fingers into Steve’s short hair as the other man continued to kiss down his chest.
“Jesus,” Danny breathed out when Steve sucked on his nipple, flicking it with tongue at the same time. He gave the other one the same treatment before moving downward and trailing kisses down to Danny’s inner thighs.
“C’mon, don’t tease,” Danny whined as the muscles in his thigh clench, his legs spreading further.
No teasing? Steve could do that. His only warning was the breath of his laughter on Danny’s dick before he was taking it all in. Danny’s back arched off the bed at the sudden feeling of moist warmth and his breath became fast and shallow.
“Fuck, Steve,” he breathed out. His feet scrambled for leverage on the sheets as Steve started to move up, sucking as he did so. He tried oh so hard not to buck up, but the more Steve maneuvered his tongue and mouth, the more difficult that task became. Luckily, Steve had an arm pressed down against Danny’s hips, stilling him and keeping him on the bed.
Steve’s free hand trailed up to cup Danny’s balls, his fingers caressing and rolling them lightly. He hummed and ran his tongue across the head of his cock, knowing that it would drive Danny up the wall.
He wasn’t going to last much longer, Danny concluded. He unclenched his eyes and looked down at Steve. The sight of his red, kiss-bruised lips stretched around his dick did it for him-he was coming before he could even warn the other man. His orgasm had him clenching his eyes shut again as his body went completely rigid before going slack.
Steve continued to swallow and suck until Danny’s dick went limp, then he pulled himself up to kiss Danny, who was breathing deeply and had his eyes closed. He made a soft sound as he tasted himself in Steve’s mouth and reached down to wrap his fingers around Steve’s erection, joining the hand Steve already had on it. Together, they brought upon Steve’s orgasm, and only then did Steve pull his mouth away from Danny’s so that he could catch his breath.
When the orgasm-induced fog in his head cleared a bit, Danny reached for Steve’s t-shirt on the floor and used it to clean off his chest and stomach before dropping it and contorting his body to fit against Steve’s.
“Have I earned the title Baby-Daddy yet?” Steve mumbled out and opened his eyes to look at Danny’s amused expression.
“I suppose,” he answered teasingly and rolled onto his back but kept his head turned to look at Steve with fondness in his eyes. “I prefer Sugar Daddy, though.”
Steve laughed and shifted closer to Danny, his hand resting on his stomach protectively. “Gold digger,” he jibed, softening it with a kiss to Danny’s temple.
“Just wait til the cravings kick in.”
Steve laughed again, but in the back of his mind, he felt a sense of dread-normal Danny was unpredictably agitated and irritable, he didn’t even want to imagine pregnant Danny.
Scared didn’t even begin to cover what that thought made Steve feel.
Chapter: 2
Author: basket_ofposies
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Danny was with child-only in this pineapple hellhole could this happen.
Warnings: MPreg.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: **Please notice upped rating**
Previous Chapters: One
Danny stared at the time on the cable box.
9:24 PM
Steve was nine minutes late. Danny was not happy.
He had come home-their home, he had finally gotten used to calling it that instead of just Steve’s home-after Steve had managed to anger him to a new point.
“Got myself knocked up,” he muttered under his breath and scoffed, “Does he think I went out of my way to stick an embryo into my body? Fucking jerk. As if I want to walk around, fat and irritable, with an aching back and swollen feet. Yeah, okay, that’s always been a Goddamn fantasy of mine. Yeah, okay, because this is just so fucking wonderful.”
Danny was still ranting when Steve walked in five minutes later, looking worse for the wear and holding a stack of papers and pamphlets. Danny merely grunted his hello.
“Danny…” Steve sighed and moved to stand in front of Danny before gracefully falling to his knees, his arms resting on Danny’s knees. The blonde didn’t look at him though and merely crossed his arms over his chest and looked away, concentrating much too hard on the wall. “I’m sorry,” Steve said softly and put the pile of papers on Danny’s lap.
“...for what?” Danny asked, letting his eyes covertly wander towards the papers in his lap without turning his head.
Steve stopped himself from rolling his eyes and squeezed Danny’s thighs instead. “For putting this all on you. I was a jerk, and I’m sorry, alright? Just look at me already.”
Danny let out a huff of indignant air but turned his head slowly, raising his eyebrows in consideration at the things Steve had set in his lap before. When he realized what he was looking at, his eyes widened, then narrowed. He met Steve’s eyes and scrunched his face up. “Are you serious?”
“Completely.”
Danny didn’t understand how Steve kept such a straight face saying that.
“These are pregnancy pamphlets and printouts about trimesters and growing stages. What did you do, raid the nearest clinic?”
“And Wikipedia.”
“Wiki-” Danny stopped himself before he could go on a rant and let his arms fall to his side. He looked up at the ceiling, then to the left, trying to organize his thoughts, before he finally turned his gaze to Steve again. “C’mon, get off the floor,” he sighed and reached forward to pull his partner up.
“...you’re not mad?” Steve asked, slowly getting up one leg at a time until he was standing in front of Danny.
“Mad? No. Upset, yes. Frustrated, yes. Confused, beyond belief. Mad, though, no, no, I’m not mad. Would I have liked not to be in this situation? Of course. Would I rather be drinking a beer while kicking back and watching the game? Yeah, I’d like that. Am I going to last seven more months with this thing inside? God help me, I better because I’m getting attached already. Am I ready for another kid? I don’t know, but I better be soon. Are you ready? I don’t really care because it’s coming anyway. How is Grace going to react to this? Well-”
“Danny,” Steve said gently when the slight worry in Danny’s voice had escalated to panic. He sat down next to the worried man and took his hand, squeezing it tightly in his own. “We’ll get through this, together.”
“Promise?”
Steve never wanted to hear doubt about their relationship in Danny’s voice ever again.
“I promise.”
Danny took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Steve noticed some of the tension leave Danny’s shoulders, making a small smile form on his lips. It didn’t last long because, in two seconds flat, he had a lap full of Danny, his strong arms squeezing his torso and his face burying itself into his chest. All of his research fell to the floor messily.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Steve laughed softly and ran his hands through Danny’s hair and down his back, rubbing it soothingly. “You okay, Danno?”
“Yeah,” Danny mumbled into Steve’s chest, sending the vibrations of his voice through his body.
“Okay,” Steve said quietly and continued to move his hands up and down Danny’s back. He stayed quiet a moment, reveling in the contentment he felt, before something popped into his head. “So it wasn’t all those malasadas catching up to you, it’s just your baby bump?”
Danny picked his head up slowly and stared at Steve, his face blank and his eyes calculating.
“Too soon?”
“Just a bit,” Danny replied, a tight smile pulling his lips. There was a tense moment between the two of them, then Danny started laughing and buried his head in the crook of Steve’s neck. Steve joined him and let himself fall back on the couch when Danny put all of his weight on him.
Danny’s laughter quickly turned into open-mouth kisses on Steve’s neck while chuckles still spilled out and reverberated on Steve’s skin, causing the taller man’s laugh to become lower and more breathier.
“C’mon, let’s go upstairs,” Steve breathed out, his hands untucking Danny’s shirt as he pushed them to sit up.
“Bed, mm,” Danny murmured in agreement and stood up. He pulled Steve up with him and led the way up the stairs and to the bedroom, Steve’s wandering hands only slowing him down slightly.
When they got into the bedroom, Danny turned around and walked backward slowly as he undid his tie. “You had me scared, y’know,” he murmured as he slid the tie from around his neck and dropped it on the floor.
Steve’s heart broke a little at that statement, so he closed the space between them and let his hands take over the job of unbuttoning Danny’s dress shirt. “I’m sorry,” he repeated his earlier sentiment, his eyes locking with Danny’s blue ones as he slid his shirt off.
“Thought you were gonna, I don’t know, leave me or somethin’,” the shorter man admitted in a low voice, his voice breaking when Steve slid his hand onto his larger than normal stomach and let it rest there.
“Because you’re carrying my child, our child?” Steve rasped out. The words still felt a bit foreign on his tongue, but he could see himself getting used to them. Their baby… yeah, he liked the sound of it.
“Well, that, and I’m a pregnant man,” Danny added, his hand taking residence over Steve’s and squeezing it slightly. “It’s sort of weird, even for your Naval Intelligence self.”
Steve let out an indignant huff and craned his neck down to press their mouths together in a sweet kiss, effectively quelling his partner’s worries.
Danny’s mouth opened easily under Steve’s as he started moving them back towards the bed. Danny sat down when he felt the backs of his knees but stopped Steve with firm hands on his hips. “You, sir, are wearing far too much clothing.”
With a laugh, Steve pulled his shirt off, then toed his boots off. “Good?”
“Nuh uh,” Danny shook his head and reached forward to undo Steve’s belt. “I’m the one carrying our child, so you better earn the title of father.”
Steve groaned and threw his head back. “Don’t bring Baby McWilliams into the bedroom. That’s just wrong.”
And it told him that Danny was going to hold this over his head for a long time-a very long time.
“Just letting you know, and that’s cute… Baby McWilliams,” Danny shrugged, making a thoughtful sound, and pulled Steve’s pants down a bit. “So, c’mon, get naked.”
Steve smirked and pulled his pants and boxers down the rest of the way, then leaned down to pull them off all the way, along with his socks. He tossed them to the side before raising an eyebrow at Danny. “Now?”
“Now... now we can talk,” Danny matched Steve’s smirk and grabbed his hand to pull him down. Their mouths met in a heated kiss as they laid down on the bed, Steve’s body covering Danny’s like a blanket. His hands wandered down to Danny’s belt which he quickly undid and pulled them down with the help of Danny pushing his hips up. They joined the pile of growing clothes on the floor.
“I’m gonna take care of you,” Steve promised, murmuring into Danny’s skin as he pressed kisses along his neck. Danny replied with a soft groan in the back of his throat, acknowledging the double meaning of what Steve said. He threaded his fingers into Steve’s short hair as the other man continued to kiss down his chest.
“Jesus,” Danny breathed out when Steve sucked on his nipple, flicking it with tongue at the same time. He gave the other one the same treatment before moving downward and trailing kisses down to Danny’s inner thighs.
“C’mon, don’t tease,” Danny whined as the muscles in his thigh clench, his legs spreading further.
No teasing? Steve could do that. His only warning was the breath of his laughter on Danny’s dick before he was taking it all in. Danny’s back arched off the bed at the sudden feeling of moist warmth and his breath became fast and shallow.
“Fuck, Steve,” he breathed out. His feet scrambled for leverage on the sheets as Steve started to move up, sucking as he did so. He tried oh so hard not to buck up, but the more Steve maneuvered his tongue and mouth, the more difficult that task became. Luckily, Steve had an arm pressed down against Danny’s hips, stilling him and keeping him on the bed.
Steve’s free hand trailed up to cup Danny’s balls, his fingers caressing and rolling them lightly. He hummed and ran his tongue across the head of his cock, knowing that it would drive Danny up the wall.
He wasn’t going to last much longer, Danny concluded. He unclenched his eyes and looked down at Steve. The sight of his red, kiss-bruised lips stretched around his dick did it for him-he was coming before he could even warn the other man. His orgasm had him clenching his eyes shut again as his body went completely rigid before going slack.
Steve continued to swallow and suck until Danny’s dick went limp, then he pulled himself up to kiss Danny, who was breathing deeply and had his eyes closed. He made a soft sound as he tasted himself in Steve’s mouth and reached down to wrap his fingers around Steve’s erection, joining the hand Steve already had on it. Together, they brought upon Steve’s orgasm, and only then did Steve pull his mouth away from Danny’s so that he could catch his breath.
When the orgasm-induced fog in his head cleared a bit, Danny reached for Steve’s t-shirt on the floor and used it to clean off his chest and stomach before dropping it and contorting his body to fit against Steve’s.
“Have I earned the title Baby-Daddy yet?” Steve mumbled out and opened his eyes to look at Danny’s amused expression.
“I suppose,” he answered teasingly and rolled onto his back but kept his head turned to look at Steve with fondness in his eyes. “I prefer Sugar Daddy, though.”
Steve laughed and shifted closer to Danny, his hand resting on his stomach protectively. “Gold digger,” he jibed, softening it with a kiss to Danny’s temple.
“Just wait til the cravings kick in.”
Steve laughed again, but in the back of his mind, he felt a sense of dread-normal Danny was unpredictably agitated and irritable, he didn’t even want to imagine pregnant Danny.
Scared didn’t even begin to cover what that thought made Steve feel.