Looks Like How I Feel About Your Lips(Spike Spiegel x Reader fluff)
This is my very first fic on here, and it's for my angel @lemony-snickers who shares my egregious love for Spike Spiegel.
A little fluff-oneshot just for you, I hope you like it!!!!!
CW: swearing but otherwise just sickening tooth-rotting cuteness and fluff.
"Are you kidding me, Jet?! You can't call something one thing, and then serve something entirely different! Now, what am I supposed to do?!" You could hear Spike's voice booming through the walls of the kitchen, right into the bedroom the two of you shared.
Ah, yes, Jet's signature. He really did take pleasure in raising your boyfriend's blood pressure, but you couldn't stop yourself from cracking a smile too.
"One day, Spike, I'm gonna hand you a plate of food and you'll be grateful. Or maybe, I'll just give you a nice kick to the-"
"Thank you, Jet, for your salmon sushi, without any salmon or seaweed. So. Very. Much. You're a treasure to all of us, really."
You always did love Spike's talent with dry sarcasm.
His unique angry footsteps echoed down the hall as he approached the bedroom, opening the door with his elbow as he held two plates of the "sushi".
Before you could say anything through your mischievous grin, he held your plate over his head as a playful warning.
"One sliver of attitude from you and this rice ball delicacy is mine," he threatened, cherry brown eyes narrowed and twinkling with mirth.
"Fine, fine!" You reached for your plate, grunting at why God has favorites and made him so fucking tall.
"Aww, what's the matter my little Mochi? Can't reach?" He smirked, taking pity at your wide-eyed pout and handing over your meal, "You're lucky that I love you so much."
"Okay, I know Jet is out of his mind by even daring to call this sushi. This is...shaped rice." Your nose scrunched, irritated. But you were also starving, so you popped the whole thing into your mouth anyway. "I lo'you hoo," you managed around a mouthful of the sticky grains, earning an amused laugh from Spike.
"Come again?" he teased, cupping a large hand around his ear and leaning closer.
"I said," you swallowed your food, and grabbed the next chunk of rice, smushing it into his face.
"You little fucking menace, you."
Before you could think of a response through your hysterical laughter at his facial reaction, he had you swiftly pinned under him on the bed you shared.
With a maniacal grin, he leaned down and rubbed his face all over yours. Rice was squished and smeared all over your face now too, and he had a tight lock on your wrists so you couldn't even push him away.
"SPIKE!!!!!" You squealed, thrashing your head back and forth, laughter raising in octaves and volume, "You bastard, stop it!!"
"You will never out-menace the master," he announced, beaming at your rosy cheeks and feeling his heart swell at your sweet playful giggling. Just to hear it some more, he leaned down and licked a stripe up the side of your cheek, gathering the rice there and eating it.
Your jaw dropped in disbelief, and you couldn't help but absolutely lose it once again.
"You're an animal, Spiegel. You belong in a zoo."
"Will you be my zookeeper, then? Promise I won't eat you, unless..." he winked, enjoying that he could still make you blush with his flirty one-liners.
"I suppose," you giggled again, pulling him down by his thick locks and humming delightedly when he met you for a loving kiss.
His lips moved effortlessly against yours, he knew exactly how to kiss you. In fact, he made it an art form to leave you absolutely breathless.
"I love you, so very much."
"I love you more, my sweet space girl."
