“Wow, calling me a good girl and getting on your knees, I think I just had another orgasm.”
A/n : Chapter 8! this was my maybe second time writing smut pls be nice, also this is set during September 22 of 2025 just so you know
Warnings/tags : Mentions of suicide, mentions of cannibalism, Maria talks about her childhood, devotional acts to Aphrodite (sexual this time 🤭), Boob guy!Spencer, MDNI!!, Unprotected p in v, first real kiss awh, Boob play ig, Maria's first time, Aftercare <3
“I know that book, I read it back when it first came out, I didn't realize there was a film adaptation, sure, let's watch it.” Spencer replied and I sat back down next to him, picking up my TV remote.
“Oh, I'm so excited.” I turned on my TV and clicked on HBO Max, going on my profile. “Who's all the other profiles?” He asked.
“Right, well, I share the account with my parents, so, isa is my little sister, she's 17 and still lives with them, dad is obviously my dad and Tina is my mom.” I explained simply while scrolling through HBO to find ‘the perks of being a wallflower’.
“I didn't know you had a sister..” He whispered, putting his hand on my arm. “And a brother, Oliver, but not really, he only calls like once a month and he's cut off contact with the rest of the family. He also lives here, in DC, trains police dogs and sometimes writes TV shows.” I sighed, looking at him.
“How come you never talk about them? Your family, I mean.”
“It's simple, I don't like bringing it up, I had a not so good childhood or upbringing so every time I think I'm gonna over share or trauma dump.”
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“About what? Cause if you mean everything then we're gonna be here for a hot minute.”
“I have until 8 AM tomorrow.” I sighed, “Let's see..” I think for a few seconds before speaking up again. “Well, my parents made edibles when I was 9 and 10, got bored, switched to bowls when I was 11, but they still mostly smoked joint. My brother has autism but not in, like, the needs-a-caretaker way but, like, severe meltdowns and has an emotional support dog, so, with that happening and me knowing literally all of his secrets that he couldn't tell my parents, I was obviously overwhelmed and not doing well mentally, but I was my mom's therapist, and ‘the only normal one in the house’ in their words, so, I didn't feel like I could tell them about my struggles and my brother was doing way worse mentally then me, so they probably wouldn't have gave a fuck anyways. That's where most of my, I-don't-even-know-if-I-can-call-it-trauma-trauma stems from.” I explained, expecting him to be way more surprised than he was when I looked at him.
“Is that it? Everything?”
“Oh, and when my brother got his autism assessment, he said if I got checked for adhd and had a higher IQ score then he'd kill himself.”
“Did you have a higher IQ score?”
“I don't know, never got assessed."
“121 and he was 14 at the time.”
“22 but older than me by a year and 2 months.”
“No, he didn't get a scholarship like I did, he refused to actually do work to get into a good uni or anything.”
“I started working when I was 13, I needed to get out of there and I knew it, I'm saving money to get Isa into at least WVU for dance next year.”
“That's good, maybe I'll donate, for a good cause and maybe she'll get in here as well, you never know, I can turn in a recommendation to Ivy for her."
“I'd have to see her dance first, but of course.”
I looked at him in awe. “I'm gonna kiss you now, okay?”
He looked flabbergasted, but only for a second before I pulled him in and pecked him on the lips.
“What are you-” He didn't even get start the next word before I kissed him again, this time not a peck but a full, real kiss.
It took a second but he melted into my lips and kissed back, lightly grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me closer.
It was slow and deep, his tongue slipped into my mouth at some point and I didn't mind, I just kept my attention on him.
His other hand roamed up and down my body, stopping to rest on my waist. I was pouring every drop of passion and depth into the kiss before he slowly pulled back and it sounded like we had just ran a marathon with the way we were panting.
“Holy fuck, you kiss like you're starving.” I said at the same time as him saying, “You're so pretty.”
I giggled at his comment and leaned my forehead against his.
“I could do that forever..damn I just kissed you and I already think I love you.”
“Was that a joke? Garcia told me that you call me ‘doctor dreamy' and your ‘knight in shining armor' in your texts, clearly it's been longer than a minute and thirty two seconds.”
“Shut up, I just said that I think I love you and you bring up my private texts.”
“I'm sorry, come here, sweetheart.” He pulled me in for another kiss, a gentle kiss, this time no tongue.
“Once, the BAU came to wheeling on a case when I was..11, I think, and I kinda got obsessed with the case at a distraction and when I heard that a person from the BAU was doing a profiling class and I needed a class for psycology for my forensics major, I don't think I could have signed up faster.”
“So..what you're saying is that you have been obsessed with me for 11 years?”
“Yeah, we were meant to be.”
“Come here.” I held out my arms and he hugged me tightly.
I sighed as he wrapped his arms around me. “You know when you wake up to an alarm but you took a Benadryl or melatonin gummy the night before to go to sleep so you’re still really sleepy and you literally couldn't care less that you have an important thing to get up for?”
“Yeah.” His voice was muffled against my chest.
“That’s what I feel like right now..”
I heard him chuckle against my chest and pull me even closer. I pet his hair and giggle, thinking of something I saw on Pinterest.
(One of the things that's like “what breed is he?” “Just a little boy” bc Maria is a certified Pinterest girly)
“Let's lay down..” I whisper.
“Whatever you want, baby..”
“Oh, that's new.” I purr.
“So, was the sweetheart thing, we've only really known each other for a day.”
“I don't care, love at first conversation.”
I kiss his head. "You're so cute, I'm going to eat you.”
“Yeah, like in bones and all.”
“Yeah, a girl named Maren’s dad leaves her on her own because she's a cannibal like her mom and she tries to find her mom but finds another cannibal named Lee and they fall in love and stop eating people but another cannibal that Maren met tries to, like, rape? or maybe kill her? Or both..something like that and then Lee comes home and he gets stabbed in the lung and tells Maren to feed on him.”
“Yeah, people think the movie is disgusting and just about cannibalism but it has a deeper meaning than that.”
I scoot us to where we're laying down and almost spill the tea in the process. “Whoops.” I let go of Spencer and carefully put the breakfast in bed tray on my desk chair. “There we go.”
He was still clinging to me like a koala when I looked back at him, head resting on my boobs. “You've been there for so long, I think I know what type of guy you are.”
“Y'know, like, ass or boobs, you're clearly boobs.”
“Relax, I wouldn't even have you in my apartment right now if you were an ass guy.”
He couldn't have looked up faster. “What? Are you sure?”
“I don't want to make you uncomfortable..”
“It's not a big deal, it's not even inherently sexual.”
(A/n : Sorry I keep interrupting but why did that feel so peer pressure-y 😭)
I took my shirt off after he let go of me, showing off my body to him.
He looked my torso up and down slowly and went to put his hands back on me but quickly looked up at me to see if it was okay, I nodded.
His hands felt ice cold on my skin, I shivered as his fingers moved to my back, pulling me against him.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, my breathing getting shakier as his hands traveled to the clip of my bra. “Is this okay?” He asked and I nodded again, he unclipped my bra slowly and pulled it off.
My nipples hardened against the air and I felt his hands rub against my boobs lightly, he kissed down my collarbone and all the way to my chest, taking my nipple in his mouth and rolling his tongue against it, rolling my other nipple in between his middle and pointed finger, making me moan.
I felt a clear tent in his pants pressing against my thigh, he was hard, for me, I giggled once again.
“What's so funny, sweetheart?”
“I can feel your dick pressing against me.”
“Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“Of course not, you're a man, it's a natural reaction to a woman making that noise.”
“God..I could kiss you right now.”
And just like that, his lips were back on mine and his erection was pressing against my stomach instead. I moaned against his mouth.
He took that as an invitation to slip his tongue in my mouth, grinding slightly on my stomach.
I slipped my hand down to the tent in his pants and ran my hand over it, making him moan back. I ground my hips into his.
He nodded, I pulled down his pants and boxers, I was pleasantly surprised with his size to say the least, he kissed down my neck and pulled down my skirt and panties.
‘Thank Aphrodite, I waxed yesterday.’ I thought to myself.
“I don't have a condom, are you okay with that?"
Spencer pulled out slowly of me slowly and I groaned at the loss of him, cum dripping down my thighs and onto the bedsheets.
I sat up as he fell to my side.
“Fuck, is it a good time to tell you that was kind of my first time?” I leaned over him.
“Really?” He seemed sort of..surprised? “Yeah, never did that before, was I good?”
“There's not really way to be bad at sex as a woman, you don't do much unless you're a dominant person.”
“Okay..was I average then?”
“You were amazing, sweetheart.” He kissed my cheek.
He eventually sat up to get us cleaned up. “Alright, come here, baby.” He got off the bed before putting his boxers back on and patting the edge of it.
I crawled over to him and he picked me up bridal style, carrying me into the bathroom and sitting me on the sink, he started to roll up some toilet paper before I stopped him. “I have baby wipes in the cabinet over there.”
He kissed my forehead again. “Good girl.” He walked over to the cabinet and pulled out the baby wipes, placing them beside me and kneeling in front of me.
“Wow, calling me a good girl and getting on your knees, I think I just had another orgasm.”
He chuckled and grabbed a few wipes, wiping up the mess in between my thighs. When he was done he threw them away and told me to use the bathroom and that he'd be in the kitchen.
After I was done peeing I washed my hands and opened my mirror cabinet where all my medicine was, I grabbed a plan b pill from an old benadryl bottle that I had filled with plan b’s when Trump was elected last year, just in case. I swallowed it and walked back into my bedroom.
I pulled on a pair of new panties and grabbed Spencer's dress shirt, putting it on as well.
I walked into the kitchen and saw him looking through the fridge for something to eat. “Sorry, I don't have much that's quick and easy to make, but I can order us something, it's only 5.”
He turned around and saw me in his shirt, he smiled immediately, closing the fridge. “You're gorgeous..and yes, I will be taking you up on that offer, what are you feeling? Chinese? Pizza?”
"Mdni!" I say as I'm a minor 😬
