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this chapter and I'M SORRY!
"Spencer, it's fine, I can walk!" You protest as Spencer wraps his arm around your back, helping you up the steps to your apartment.
He scoffs. "You got shot two weeks ago. Please let me help?"
You sigh before slipping your arm around his neck, leaning on him as you climb the last few steps. The two of you reach the front door and you fumble for your keys, unlocking your door and stepping into your apartment for the first time in two whole weeks.
Spencer helps you inside, and you sit down on your couch, wincing slightly. The wound on your side had closed—thank god—but it still hurt if you overexerted your stomach. Spencer walks into the kitchen, and you hear him filling up a cup of water. He brings it to you, grinning as he plops down next to you.
"Here, drink this. You have to stay hydrated."
You take the water and chug it, setting the cup down on the table in front of you. You turn toward Spencer, his hazel eyes looking into yours. Smiling, you grab him by his shirt, twisting the fabric in your hands. Pulling him to you, you plant a kiss on his lips. He cups your face lightly, kissing you back, his thumbs rubbing softly over your cheeks.
Leaning back, you grin. "I appreciate you coming to help me."
Spencer's hands trail down the side of your neck and down to your shoulders. "It's the least I can do for you, especially after what you've done for me. Plus, I love you."
You reach up and run your fingers through his hair. "I love you."
"Wanna watch a movie?" He asks, grabbing the remote.
You nod. "Sure. Star Wars?"
Spencer raises his eyebrows. "Which one?"
"Can we start with number one and move our way forward?" You ask.
He smiles. "Sure."
He puts on the movie and lays down on the couch. You adjust yourself to lay beside him, half of your body practically on top of his. His arm snakes around your back, your head resting right under his chin. Your right arm is splayed over his chest, your right leg tossed over his legs.
He runs his fingers up and down your back lightly as you watch the movie, your heartbeats seeming to sync as you lay against one another. Toward the end of the movie, you look up at him, his eyes glued to the screen. You grin softly, your lips connecting with the base of his neck and sucking softly. His grip on your back tightens, his breath hitching in his throat.
The doctor hadn't said no sex—she just said no super strenuous activities.
You kiss up Spencer's neck, leaving small hickeys in your wake. Spencer's breathing deepens slightly as you suck on the sweet spot right under his ear, a little moan coming from him. You kiss to across his jaw, your lips hovering next to his as you meet his eyes.
His lips crash into yours, and you move yours against his in rhythm, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He groans as your hand snakes down his stomach, resting on the bulge quickly beginning to form in his pants. You palm his bulge lightly, biting Spencer's bottom lip and tugging, holding eye contact.
"Bedroom?" You whisper, Spencer's fingers running under your shirt and ghosting along your skin lightly.
"Mhm." He nods, sitting up before carefully helping you up with him.
The two of you walk hand in hand to your room, and you get on the bed gently, laying flat on your back. Spencer comes over to you, laying by your side. He slowly helps you take off your top before throwing it to the ground, unclasping your bra and tossing it to the side. His fingers trail down your stomach lightly, careful to avoid the gauze resting over your left side. You unbutton your pants and he tugs them down, along with your underwear.
Spencer rests himself between your thighs, his tongue immediately running a thick line up your slit, swirling around your clit. You groan, feeling one of his hands holding your hips down. He takes your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it rapidly, one of his fingers teasing your entrance.
"Now's not the time for teasing, baby boy," you tell him, dominance lacing your tone.
He nods, hazel eyes connecting with yours as he slowly slides his middle and ring fingers inside of you, curling them up. You moan out, your hands moving to his hair, twisting it in your fingers tightly. His tongue works at your clit, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of your pussy. You don't think you'll ever get tired of looking at Spencer like this—his face in between your thighs, tasting you. It's heaven.
"Faster," you breathe out, already feeling the knot forming in your stomach.
He obeys, beginning to pump in and out of you faster, hitting your g-spot every time he thrust inside. His teeth graze your clit and you whimper, his nails digging into your hip. He sucks on your clit with fervor, his eyes reconnecting with yours as your pussy clenches around his fingers.
"That's it, baby boy—fuck, I'm gonna cum!" You cry out, thankful Spencer's hand was keeping you from arching your back.
He pushes you over the edge, and you let out a loud moan as you finish, pussy throbbing around Spencer's fingers, feeling him slow slightly. Your legs shake lightly, feeling his tongue brush over your now sensitive clit. After a moment, he removes his fingers. You try to catch your breath as you watch him slide his fingers in his mouth, sucking and cleaning them off.
Spencer stands, taking off his shirt first, then his pants and underwear, his hard dick hitting his stomach as he releases it from the confines of his boxers. He craws back over to you, leaning over to kiss you deeply. He holds himself up, not resting any of his weight on your body. You groan into his mouth as you feel his dick slide up and down your pussy.
Breaking the kiss, you hold eye contact with him. "Fuck me, please."
"I can't go very fast, baby," he mumbles against your lips.
You smile, giving him a soft kiss. "I know."
Spencer reconnect his lips with yours as he pushes his dick inside of you slowly, both of you moaning into each other's mouths. He lets you adjust for a moment, your legs wrapping around his hips. After a moment, he begins thrusting slowly and deeply. You pull your head back, gasping as you feel him hit your g-spot, your arms wrapping around his neck.
He speeds up just a little, groaning as he thrusts his whole length inside of you. You look into his eyes, lips slightly parted as you pant. He connects his lips with your neck, sucking lightly at the skin as he fucks you.
"Spence," you gasp, wrapping your legs tighter around him so he can go deeper.
"Fuck," he grumbles against your neck, leaning up to kiss your lips again.
The kiss is heated and passionate, Spencer's lips urgent against yours as he picks up the pace. You moan into his mouth, one of your hands reaching down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. Pulling back, Spencer looks into your eyes, his thumb running across your cheek.
In this moment, you are completely his, and he is yours. Spencer Reid has utterly and completely ruined you—no one will ever compare to him. And you don't want anyone to compare to him. All you'll ever want for the rest of your life is him, and only him.
You can feel your second orgasm approaching, and your breathing deepens, your eyes still connected with Spencer's. He groans as you clench around him, resting his forehead on yours. He's close—you can always tell.
"Fuck," you groan, the hand around his neck moving to his jaw, pulling him into for another kiss.
As you finish, your pussy clenches around his dick, coaxing his own orgasm out of you. He whimpers into your mouth as he finishes, holding his dick deep inside of you, and you can feel it throbbing. Breaking the kiss, you both try to catch your breath, removing your hand from your clit and bringing it back up to his hair.
"I love you," he whispers, planting another kiss on your lips.
"I love you, too, Spence," you reply. "So fucking much."
He pulls out of you, flopping on his back next to you. The two of you are silent as your breathing returns to normal until you turn your head toward Spencer.
"Shower?"
"Please."
He helps you up, and you pee while he turns on the shower, cleaning yourself up a bit. Walking over to him, he gives you a lazy grin, his cheeks flushed a bit pink. The two of you step into the shower, the warmth from the water immediately relaxing your muscles. Spencer grabs the shampoo, massaging it into your wet hair with care, making sure to keep the suds out of your eyes as he washes it out. You giggle, feeling his fingers run through your hair slowly. He repeats the process with conditioner, and white it's in your hair, you make him bend over so you can reach his hair, massaging the shampoo into it like he did with yours.
"Bending over in the shower is uncomfortable," Spencer complains, a teasing smile on his lips.
"Shut up," you say, silencing him with a kiss.
Pulling away, you wash the conditioner out of your hair and shift positions so Spencer could wash the shampoo out of his. He squirts the body wash into his hand and begins washing your body—careful to avoid your side. His hands are light and careful, his eyes trailing down your body like he's trying to memorize every inch of it.
You let the water run over your body and you begin washing his body, running your hands over the slight muscles of his chest and stomach, across his shoulders, down his arms. He grins at you, his hands trailing up your own arms. He washes off and for a moment, the two of you stand there, just soaking up each other's presence.
Eventually, you two exit the shower. You dry off slowly carefully changing the gauze on your side. Spencer pulls on a pair of his pajama pants he brought and an old pajama top, flopping down on your bed. You pull on a comfy pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt before going to the bathroom to brush your damp hair.
You get on the bed slowly, lying beside Spencer. He's on your right side, and you wrap your arm around his shoulders, letting his head rest against your chest. Smiling to yourself, you let your fingers play with his hair lightly.
"Can you believe we're where we are now, Spence?" You ask him, his right arm resting over your torso.
Spencer laughs. "What do you mean?"
You return his laugh, shaking your head. "I don't know. If you'd told me a few months ago I would've been dating the innocent boy I had a crush on, I would've called you crazy."
"I was innocent?" Spencer asks, turning his head to look at you.
You grin, still playing with his hair. "Oh, baby boy, yes. You're not anymore. I've corrupted you."
"In the best way," Spencer retorts.
You laugh, nodding your head. He looks into your eyes and you twirl his hair around your fingers. "I'm all in, Spence. All I ever want for the rest of my life is you. No one else."
Spencer exhales, a small laugh leaving him. "Good. Because you've ruined me for everyone else. I love you. There's no way I'll ever love anyone else as much as I love you, Y/n."
You smile down at him, and he adjusts his body so he can kiss you. You push your lips against his, Spencer smiling into the soft kiss. After a moment, he pulls away, smiling against your lips.
"I love you."
"I love you."
He returns his head to your chest, and you two hold each other with an air of something other than love. It's different than lust, or aggressiveness, or hurt, or pain. It's innocence.
You could revel in the feeling of innocence with Spencer Reid for the rest of your life.
And you will.
Forever.
The End
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Author's Note
PLEASE DON'T HATE ME OMG. I decided to end Innocence because I didn't really know where else to go with it and I felt like this is a natural stopping point.
But on the bright side I AM STARTING A NEW FIC! It's called "The First Time", and I'm starting it in the next couple of days!
I hope you guys enjoyed Innocence and I hope you enjoyed sub!Spencer and little baby Spence. Writing this fic was so much fun and I loved it. I appreciate you guys so so so so much <3
I hope you enjoyed the ending. I know I did.
I love y'all! :)