You'll Never Be Whole Until You Lose Control- Spencer Reid

15.) daddy issues

"You ask me what I'm thinking about
I tell you that I'm thinking about
Whatever you're thinking about

Tell me something that I'll forget

And you might have to tell me again

It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

I know that you got daddy issues
And if you were my little girl
I'd do whatever I could do
I'd run away and hide with you
I know that you got daddy issues, and I do too"- Daddy Issues, the Neighbourhood

Content warning: 18+ as always, daddy kink, blowjobs and hints of bdsm

Spencer

"It was so cute that you you were in control, pretty girl," I spoke against her lips as we crashed into each other behind the closed door of my apartment. I gathered her hands in mine and pushed them over her head against the door. "But you're mine now," I smiled as she gazed up at me through hooded lids, pupils dilated and cheeks a shade of crimson. My free hand cupped her breast, even through her blouse I could feel her nipple pebble as I rubbed my thumb over it.

"Spencer," she whimpered as my lips met her jaw, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down her throat. I would never tire of hearing her say my name that way; high pitched and laced with pleasure.

I released her hands, taking one of them in mine as I pulled her into my form, leading us to the couch. I pulled her atop my lap, hands on her hips while she straddled me.

"Fuck," she groaned as I spread her thighs with my knee, and I hiked up the black fabric of her skirt.

I pushed her jean jacket off of her shoulders and began pulling her shirt off when she suddenly pushed my hands away.

"What's wrong?" I cradled her face in my palm, searching her big worried eyes.

"I- I just, I don't want you to see my body."

My heart fell from its high, crashing to earth with the heat and speed of a meteorite. "Anna, you're beautiful."

"Spencer, I can't," I could hear tears rising in her throat. I hated her self hatred, and I vowed to myself that I would do anything and everything to show her how beautiful she was to me.

"Shh, baby, it's okay," I kissed her forehead and she relaxed against me. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

She crawled off of me and sat on the couch. "Where are you going?"

"I'm running to my room to get something, take your skirt and tights off and wait for me."

She nodded as I quickly walked into my bedroom. I opened my dresser and pulled out the first thing I touched, a blue button down and hurried back out to her.

She was sitting looking so pretty with her knees pulled to her chest, arms around her legs.

"Here, pull your shirt off and put this on and we can button it over your stomach," I said, placing the shirt down in front of her.

Shaky hands reached out to me, "you're brilliant."

Her praise made my heart soar again.

"I won't look, if you want."

She smiled sheepishly, and pulled her blouse over her head. It was just a flash of creamy, warm skin before she pulled my shirt over her, hanging large on her small form. She buttoned it just as quickly so just her white lacey bra peaked out; a testament to how virginal she was. She looked so cute in my clothes, arms hanging lower than her hands. She adjusted the two long chains she wore, one was home to a piece of ruby in fuschite and the other a large piece of labradorite set in sterling silver.