☆~Splatoon! Spyke X Reader (LEMON)~☆

Spyke X Reader Lemon

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"Spyke!" _____ ran up to the sea urchin. He couldn't help but let a smile creep onto his usually expressionless face. His favorite customer, _____ was particularly adorable. She donned a scarf that he'd gifted her at no cost along with an order for a sporty bobble hat. It was Christmas after all. "Wot will it be today luv?" he referred to her gear. He was surprised when she shook her head, and helped herself by taking a seat in front of him. "I just wanted to know how you were doing and be good company. You're always back here by yourself!" she smiled brightly at him. The obnoxiously loud Splatfest in the plaza cast different hues of light on the two figures in the alley. The other inklings were busy dancing and others were making their way into the battle lobby.

"Well I dunno luv, I haven't got much business because of this Winter Splatfest." he picked up his screwdriver and twirled it between his long fingers. "Well...since you're not up to much, do you want to go somewhere with me?" she awaited his response with a bashful expression. Spyke looked past his charming customer into the sea of inklings partying. No one seemed to be heading their way, in search of gear or upgrades.

In fact, no one had come to him for the past few hours. It was likely nobody was thinking of upgrading their gear during a Splatfest. They were all to busy battling for their team... He'd much rather be spending his time with ______. Other than her sweet personality and unfaltering kindness, she had an exceptional body. Her breasts were plump and so were her hips. He caressed the outline of her body with his eyes. Even under long pants and a sweater, her alluring features were prominent.

"Where were you thinking of going luv?" he stuffed the screwdriver in his pocket. She grinned as both of them rose to their feet. "Well...uh...Everything is closed for the Splatfest.... Do you want to come to my apartment for a cup of hot chocolate?" She shyly proposed. Spyke's eye narrowed, and a sly smile flashed on his features. He spoke softly, "Ahem, where do you happen to live?" They began to stroll through the alley, towards the plaza. "Flounder Heights."*

They neared the corner, and found that the crowd was dense. The only way to get to the train station was to dig through the mass of dancing inklings and the occasional jellyfish to get to the other side. "Excuse us!" ______'s small voice was barely audible over the cheering and bass of the music. A few inkling parted, letting her through but Spyke was left behind. "______!" he called out. The horde of inklings swallowed her up. The familiar pom-pom of her hat moved ahead slowly. Spyke quickly grew impatient, "______!" he called out again. A boy inkling took notice, tapping her on the shoulder. She turned to him, and followed the direction he'd been pointing to. _______ dug herself out of the mass. "Spyke! Come on!" Her hand floated to his, grasping it tightly.

The corner's of Spyke's mouth twitched, almost forming into a smile. He remained close behind her, watching her hips sway while she walked the whole time. They squeezed through several inklings, and made it out. But ______ didn't let go of his hand, "Whew! This is the biggest crowd I've seen so far." she commented. They began to stroll towards the station, and found themselves at the train ticket machine. "I can pay for the train passes luv." Spyke pulled out his wallet. "It's alright, I have a train pass. It covers myself and a guest." ______ pulled out her pass to present it to him. 

They waited at the platform as the line heading to Flounder Heights arrived. "Oh, I forgot..." she looked down at their interlocked fingers. Spyke smirked, "No worries luv, I'm very much enjoying this." he topped it off with a wink. ______'s face blushed, and she tightened her grip on his hand. The train came to a stop in front of them. ______ placed her pass at a scanner, allowing them to enter the train. The duo sat on an empty seat close to the train door. They casually conversed about a range of things. ______ had more things to her than the average inkling.