Author Note: Things get saucy....AGAIN!
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You didn't have a quiz for philosophy, but you and Spencer needed to catch up on assignments from other classes. So, the two of you met up in your usual hideaway in the library. Spencer had arrived ahead of you, and when you walked through the study room door, you gasped in surprise. Spencer had moved the table and chairs toward the back of the room to clear the floor space for the picnic. He had a giant soft blanket sprawled across the middle of the floor and a bag packed with snacks and drinks. There were a few pillows scattered around as well. Spencer was standing next to the table, tending to the bouquet of flowers he was holding.
"Spencer...this is beautiful!" you said in awe.
Spencer gave you a shy smile as he approached you with the flowers. They were a mix of pink and purple hydrangeas in full bloom. They smelled amazing. The aroma danced across the whole room.
"These hydrangeas are for you. The flowers have meaning behind them. In Japan, hydrangeas represent apology while in Europe they represent vanity and bragging. Other cultures see them as a message that one is coldhearted," Spencer rambled. He liked to do that when he was nervous.
"Oh...?" you asked. You were confused.
"Oh, no, I don't think you're any of these things! Sorry, I just thought the diversity of meanings behind the flowers were interesting, and I got carried away. Anyway, nowadays, hydrangeas have a different meaning. The pink hydrangeas reflect my sincere heartfelt admiration for you, and the purple ones reflect deep understanding between two individuals. I've been so grateful to find someone who truly understands me and appreciates me for who I am. Thank you, Y/N," he confessed as he offered for you to take the flowers.
You took the flowers and immediately set the back down on the table. You crashed into his arms in a hug, and you could feel your eyes tearing up a little bit. He hugged you back tenderly, stroking your hair. In this moment, you could feel your heart swell with love and affection, and you just had to release it.
After you let him go from your tight embrace, you wiped the tears away and said, "This is one of the nicest things someone has done for me, and I love the meaning behind the flowers. I love how much thought and effort you put into this. You are one of the best people in my life, and I don't know what I would do without you."
He placed his fingers under your chin and tilted your head up. "Will you be my girlfriend?"
Your heart was pounding loudly in your chest, and you could feel your hands tremble slightly. "I would love to be."
He pulled your chin up to meet his lips in a delicate kiss.
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After your exchange, you hit the books. You slipped off your shoes and laid out on the blanket on your abdomen with your notebooks and textbooks. Spencer laid on his back by your side reading a book for another class. You worked diligently on your assignments for a couple of hours before growing tired of it. You looked over at Spencer, noticing how cute he was as his finger glided quickly over the page and his face scrunched in concentration. You couldn't resist giving him a kiss, so you scooched closer to him. Spencer put down his book as you leaned over him and kissed him. The innocent kisses soon escalated into a passionate making out session. Lucky for you, Spencer remembered to lock the door and close the blinds. No one could see you or hear you. It wasn't like anyone was coming up here anyway.
To get at a better angle, you climbed on top of him and straddled him, returning back to his lips instantly. He grabbed your hips forcefully, reminding you of his underlying dominant side. He slid your blouse over your head, casting it aside. Without skipping a beat, he unclipped your bra and threw it to the side to join your shirt. His hands moved from your sides and up to your chest where he fondled with your breasts. He flicked his thumbs over your nipples, providing just enough stimulation to turn you on, but not enough, making your body beg for more. You slid off of your straddling position and laid on your back. Spencer followed your lead, took off his shirt, and loomed over you. He pinned your arms to the side as he continued to kiss you. He kissed your neck and used his tongue to trace the side of your neck up and down. You let out a soft gasp of pleasure, and your legs instinctively opened. He read your body language loud and clear, letting out a soft chuckle. He was obviously pleased with his work. He ran his hands underneath your skirt and wrapped his fingers around the sides of your lace panties. He pulled them down fervently and flipped up your skirt to grip your thighs and pull them apart.
You complied immediately and stroked his hair as an encouragement to keep going. Your body desperately wanted him to touch you, and every millisecond Spencer waited was too long. Finally, he kneeled down closer and placed gentle kisses up your thigh. Then, he was just about to put his mouth between your thighs but paused to look over at you. He grinned. He was having fun teasing you because he could tell how much you wanted it.
"Please, Spencer," you moaned. Finally, he gave in to your pleas.
He used his tongue to trace a circle around your opening before licking upward. When he reached your clit, he started flicking his tongue. After a few repetitions, he switched to a sucking motion, and then resumed back to flicking. He was hitting just the right spot, and the rhythm and pressure were driving you wild. You arched your back as you moaned in approval, causing him to grab ahold of your hips.
It had only been a few minutes but you felt like you were already building toward an orgasm. He sensed this and breathlessly whispered, "Not yet."
"Oh, god, faster, please. Fuck," you pleaded. He followed your orders, and you could feel your thighs go limp. Your body weakened as you almost finished. You were right there when Spencer suddenly stopped.
"No, no, no," you whimpered.
Spencer smirked again as he reminded you, "Not yet."
This time, you weren't going to let him win. You wanted him at your mercy, not the other way around. You pushed him onto his back, pulled off his pants and boxers, and straddled him. He moaned in response. You leaned forward and placed your arms on either side of his head as you bounced up and down on him. He grabbed your ass to help you. You could see him roll his eyes back in satisfaction. When you started to grow tired, you switched to grinding, recovered, and went back at it again.
"You feel so good," he whispered breathlessly.
After riding him for a few minutes, you could tell he was getting closer, and you wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. You stopped riding him and climbed off.
"I was so close," he panted out.
"Not yet," you shot back at him. You walked over to the table and bent over. Spencer took the hint and quickly came up behind you. He grabbed your hair with one hand and gripped your side with the other hand for balance. He started pumping in and out of you as he tugged your hair back. You didn't even care anymore that you relinquished control. You were enjoying this too much. You liked bold Spencer, but shy Spencer had a special place in your heart.
You let out a cry of pleasure as he transitioned to long, deep strokes. After a few more rounds, you could feel him pull out of you and finish on your back. You could hear he was out of breath. He quickly got some tissues out of his bag and cleaned up your back. Once he threw the tissues away, he watched you with a lustful gaze as he said, "Your turn."
You laid on the table on your back with your legs spread open. He gave you a few seconds break before inserting two fingers into your opening. He used his other hand to keep playing with your clit. It took him a few tries, but finally, he found the sweet spot inside. His fingers ran over the ridge over and over, and you could feel the sensation build up again. He let you finish this time, and it felt so good to get some relief. He used his tongue to clean you up.
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For the rest of the study session, you and Spencer laid together on the blanket on the floor and used his extra blanket to cover you up. You laid your head on his chest, and he played with your hair. You listened to the sound of his heartbeat as you quietly dozed off.
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Homecoming
FanfictionCollege AU: When Y/N transfers to Cal-Tech, she meets an eccentric but endearing undergrad in her philosophy class... I originally posted this fanfic on AO3, but I am reposting it on Wattpad in case any readers from this platform want to read it. I...