#abi writes

If Steve had to pinpoint what exactly was off, he would've said that it was your soft hands running over his jean clad thigh. “Pretty please daddy… I've been so good for you” you whined in his ear. Steve's jaw clenched as did his grip on the steering wheel.

“You're playing a dangerous game, princess.” Steve muttered through clenched teeth. You didn't bother responding to him, you knew you were teasing him, and who could blame you. Steve had refused to fuck you before you two left, claiming he didn't have time since it was a long journey and you were already running late.

When Steve refused to acknowledge your wandering hands any more you took your teasing to a new level. With clumsy fingers you undid your seatbelt and leaned over the center console to paw at him further. Your soft fingers running over the growing bulge and you whining quietly in his ear. “Please, daddy… I need you so badly.” you practically moaned into his ear.

Steve stepped on the gas pedal a little more, trying to distract himself from your ever wandering hands, trying to ignore how badly he wanted to pull the car over and fuck you the way he wants to… the way he needs to. “Princess…” Steve let out a quiet sigh, “You know there's nothing more i want than to fuck you right here but we're on a tight schedule.” Steve tried to reason with you, once again through clenched teeth.

It was then you slowed your movements and smirked, “Who said you had to fuck me, daddy?” you countered whilst your hands moved to undo his belt. Steve's eyes went wide and quickly looked down to confirm what you were about to do, quickly snapping his eyes back to the road and pushing the gas pedal down a bit more.

Steve was just about to chastise you for being so reckless but his words got caught in his throat as you soft hand wrapped around his shaft, a giggle ringing in his ears as you got what you wanted. Steve's jaw ticked once again as your hand meticulously moved up and down his cock. “Eyes on the road, daddy. We're on a tight schedule, remember?” you teased again, Steve's words coming back to haunt him.

Without warning you leaned over and spat on his fat tip, letting your saliva drip down his shaft. Steve let out a groan, his knuckles turning white against the steering wheel. You placed soft kisses against his neck and behind his ear, never slowing the movement of your hand.

You shifted in your seat once again, temporarily stopping the movement of your hand to lean further over the middle. You licked your lips and Steve braced himself for what was coming, trying his best to focus on the road. You braced your hands on his thighs before lowering your head and giving a gentle kitten lick to the tip of his cock. Steve let out a low groan as you continued to lick the length of his shaft, tracing every inch and vein with the tip of your tongue.

You kept this up for a while before Steve grew impatient, grabbing the back of your head with his free hand and forcing you to finally take all of him in your mouth. You gagged as he hit the back of your throat, the feeling only making Steve moan louder. You could feel tears form in the corner of your eyes as Steve held you at the base of his cock. “That's it, princess… so good for your daddy, taking me so well.” Steve mumbled out, utterly obsessed with the feeling of your throat closing around him.

The hairs at the base of Steve's cock tickled the tip of your nose as you struggled for breath. He took pity on you for a moment, loosening his grip on your hair and pulling you up for air. Steve smirked when he took his eyes off the road to look at you, “awe princess… why’re you cryin’? Thought this is what you wanted.” he taunted as fat tears rolled down your cheeks from the lack of oxygen. Steve placed a quick kiss on your lips before forcing you back down onto his cock. This time you moaned, the salty tang of his pre-cum taking over your tongue. You eagerly sucked on his cock like your life depended on it.

Steve moaned, squeezing the wheel again. If he were to squeeze the wheel any harder it would shatter under his grip. The car swerved for a moment as Steve let himself feel the full pleasure you were giving him, quickly straightening the wheel again and trying to stay focused, you weren't making this easy on him. Steve's hand now gently rested on the back of your head, allowing you to bob your head up and down his shaft, letting your tongue explore every curve and ridge.

You let your hand drop down enough to play with his heavy balls whilst you still eagerly lapped at his thick cock. Steve was willing to bet money on the fact that if he were to lean over and reach his hand into your underwear, you'd be dripping. And he'd be right, you were absolutely drenched and he hadn't even touched you yet.

“Fuck, princess. Doin’ so good for your daddy.” Steve moaned out, gripping the back of your hair once again. You moaned around him at the praise, the vibrations causing him immense pleasure. Steve bucked up into your mouth and you gagged around him again. This time he didn't show mercy, he bucked into your mouth again, loving the sound of you gagging around him. He let out a loud moan at the feeling of your throat fighting his size, ignoring it and fucking into your mouth anyways.

Tears streamed down your face as Steve fucked your face. His grip tightening on the wheel and your hair, “Fuck, princess. I'm so close. Doin’ so good for me, my good girl.” Steve moaned as the pace of his hips became sloppy, he was close. A few more thrusts and he was spilling into the back of your throat with a roar.

You stay at the base of his cock for a little while longer, waiting for the hot spurts of his come to finish. You slowly pulled off of his cock, sitting up straight and swallowing his seed. You smiled at him, “Thank you daddy” he ignored you, focusing on the road once again.

You pouted until you felt the car come to a stop. Steve turned off the engine before turning to you with an angered look on his face. “If you're not bent over the front of the car in the next thirty seconds princess you're going to be in even worse trouble.” you stared at him with wide eyes until he started counting. “One.” You quickly fumbled out of your door and bent over the front of the car, waiting for him to follow.

You think it’s adorable how he can’t seem to meet your eyes. It’s no secret that the two of you have been drawn to each other since the day you joined the BAU. But after the months of stolen glances and coffee runs for each other never went any further, you started to think maybe you were reading into his feelings for you. To say you’re thrilled that you were wrong would be an understatement.

“I do! Want you to be asking me on a date, that is,” you rush, your turn to stumble over your words now.

“Really?” He exclaims, the excitement in his voice only rivaled by the smile he’s wearing.

“Really,” you beam back.

The rest of the week flies by and before you know it, you’re lacing up your skates and slipping your mitten-clad hand into Spencer’s as you teeter over to the rink. The crisp air is filled with the promise of snow, and the sound of skates gliding over the ice invokes a feeling of nostalgia you haven’t experienced around the holidays in a long time.

You watch as Spencer tentatively makes his way onto the rink, unable to keep from giggling at the sight. With his long limbs flailing about in an attempt to keep his balance, he looks a bit like a baby giraffe first learning to walk, and you don’t think you’ve seen anything cuter.

You step onto the glossy surface after him, and any hope that you still know how to skate is promptly destroyed as your feet slide out from under you and you fall flat onto ice. A surprised laugh escapes your lips as you tumble, catching Spencer’s attention. He shuffles over and helps you stand, gripping onto the side of the rink for support.

“Thanks,” you smile and hold out your hand to him in a gesture to keep skating.

“Wait, hold on,” He says, before unexpectedly brushing his hand over your ass.

“Spencer!” Your eyes go wide. You’re caught off guard by the action, albeit it’s not necessarily an unwelcome one.

“Sorry! There was some ice on you, I wasn’t thinking about where—”

You cut him off by giving his butt a squeeze and flashing him a cheeky grin, “There, now we’re even.”

Before he can react, you take off as fast as your wobbly legs can carry you, which, admittedly, isn’t very fast. You feel his arms wrap around your waist as he scurries up behind you, taking you both back down to the ice when he loses his balance, your winces from the impact devolving into laughter at the absurdity of the whole situation.

You know you look utterly ridiculous, but you can’t bring yourself to care—not while he’s brushing your hair out of your face and staring at you like you’re the only person in the world. And when he brings his lips to meet yours, the feeling of the cold ice under you disappears, replaced by the warmth surging through you. His hands move to your hair, drawing you closer to him, and you wrap your arms around his neck, desperate to close any bit of space between the two of you.

“Spencer?” you breathe as you break apart.

He purses his lips together, “Mhm?”

“You’re a terrible ice-skater,” you reply with a smile, hoping he hears the ‘I love you’ hidden in your words.

“So are you,” he retorts with a quick kiss to your nose, and the gleam in his eye as he pulls away lets you know that he feels the same.

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Dean was down the corridor and in the shower, but for Cas who was sitting in the kitchen, it still felt too close. It'd been mere moments since the incident in the maintenance room and he rubbed his neck; his jaw; his thigh. Everywhere he put his hand, he found himself nervously itching under it.

He was an angel and Dean was his family. There were walls of celestial and human invention between them but it would seem that falling on top of Dean ripped them apart. Embarrassed and a little confused, Cas had, well, what would Dean say? Screwed the pooch. This skin was his own and naturally he’d experienced arousement before, but this time Dean knew and he had definitely felt it.

Cas drops his head, staring into his palms. He went through the excuses first. Why had he allowed himself to lay there with Dean under him? He was healing him. Why hadn’t he stood up immediately afterwards? It wasn’t the right time to move, until it was too late.

“Maybe you just wanted to stay there,” he tells himself with a bitter tongue. A correct answer. Dean was underneath him, his hand was on the angel’s hip and it felt nice. Meanwhile those very familiar, beautiful green eyes were looking straight at him from a very unfamiliar angle. Cas had been caught unaware.

“I was selfish,” Cas tells the table. He stayed above him, he got an embarrassing erection, and that’s why he now only has himself to blame when it’s time to look Dean in the eye and find some explanation. “And there isn’t one,” he mumbles.

He stands up and takes the mug of cold coffee Dean must’ve left to the sink. If Dean had let him leave with Mick then this could’ve been avoided. Not that he’s blaming Dean, this is wholly his own doing.

The faucet turns on reluctantly, offering an aggressive spray of water down his coat before he remembers Dean is still in the shower. He sighs, looking at the dampness mixed with Dean’s car oil as he twists the handle off. His hand slides down his face because there’s one more voice buried under all his regret. The one where Dean tugged his own shirt downwards with his heart racing, the fold of his jeans which made Cas’ breath hitch with curiosity, and the question he’d allowed himself to wonder seconds after the hard heat of Dean’s body jutted into him. No, he shakes his head. “That was my imagination.”

“Cas, please.” Dean’s voice interrupts his miserations with broken and pleading tones. The kitchen is empty, he’s not standing by the door or walking to the counter. Cas stares towards the table with his eyes small, He’s praying.