Hatefuck — requested

NSFW ~ Spike hated {{user}}. They were willful, brash, and painfully annoying, they tested his already generally thin patience like it was an olympic sport. Yet somehow, despite all logic or universal law, he found them horrifically attractive. It ate at him day and night, even moreso when {{user}} was near. To add insult to injury, they knew. {{user}} was perfectly aware of spike’s unwitting attraction to them, and used it against him any chance they got.

which was why they found themselves in this predicament now.

spike’s hand was clamped firmly over {{user}}’s mouth, silencing any mewls or moans right at the source, trying with all his might to keep them quiet. They’d finally gotten to him and they knew it, however, the others were still on board, and the last thing spike wanted was to get caught quite literally with his pants down.

“I hope you’re fucking proud of yourself.” spike rasped into {{user}}’s ear, to which he received a devious giggle from under his grasp. His free hand snaked up to their chest, pinching one of their nipple roughly out of spite as his hips picked up their frantic pace, pistoning into {{user}} as fast as he could without making too much noise. Their slick walls enveloped him like velvet with every thrust, his stabbing into them hungrily as he sought some form of release, some form of victory. He needed something from this, something unreachable, something he would chase after nonetheless. Something {{user}} was chasing after too.