tattered & torn | joey jordison x fem!reader

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'vermilion' - slipknot

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The drive home was beyond quiet; no radio, no talking, no mentioning of what just happened minutes ago. Just complete silence. You wanted to say something, anything, but you didn't have the courage to muster up the words. The quiet streetlight-lit roads were just a blur as the car moved at a steady speed. The vehicle soon rolled up to your house, slowing down at the curb and eventually coming to a halt.

"Um, okay, this is your stop." Joey stiffly mumbled. You looked over to him, scanning his face which didn't move, staring straight ahead.

"Did you maybe wanna come inside for a bit? I can clean your hands up." You offered quietly, your hand frozen on the inner handle of the door.

"It's alright, I should be okay." He said, speaking up a bit and glancing over to you. You stared into his icy blue eyes.

"C'mon Joey. Just 5 minutes." You pleaded. He looked away again and thought in silence for a moment before giving in.

"Okay, 5 minutes." He sighed, opening his door. You smiled as you got out of the car as well, closing the door behind you. The two of you walked over to your house as you let yourself inside. Bear was sitting nearby and meowed as he came towards you, immediately sniffing Joey's hand which he offered.

"He's so much bigger from the last time that I saw him." Joey says, his voice slightly picking up in surprise. You chuckled as you put your keys onto a nearby table.

"Yeah, he'll always be my little baby though." You smiled, rubbing Bear on the head. He purred with excitement as he leaned into your hand.

Eventually you led Joey into the bathroom where you pulled out a first aid kit and sat him on the edge of the bath. After you wiped off all the dried blood with a wet cloth, you got to disinfecting his knuckles which made him hiss in pain slightly. You gently wiped at his hands, being careful as to not hurt him too much. With a quick few stitches to the more open wounds, you set everything back into the box and looked at his hands, holding them in yours. You could feel his quick pulse in his fingers.

"Feel better?" You asked.

"Much." He replied, smiling.

Joey's smile slowly dropped as you looked into each other's eyes in silence. You switched between his eyes and glanced down at his lips briefly. Suddenly it felt as if the world around you washed away, and it was just you and Joey. It was like a repeat of what happened at the cabin, except nobody was there to interrupt it.

Your lips crashed onto his with lust. He brought his badly beaten hands up to the back of your head, gripping at your hair to push your face into his more. You copied his actions, reaching up for his long hair and tugging on it. He groaned slightly against your lips at the motion of your hands. He leaned forward as your back touched the floor gently, Joey now on top of you. You felt a swirl of butterflies in your stomach from the movement, however recognising something that made you slightly worried.

"The stitches. Be careful." You managed to say through breaths.

"I don't care." He mumbled, his lips staying millimeters away from yours.

"But it'll undo-"

"I don't care."

Joey's lips went straight back to yours in a hurry to not let you speak again, resulting in a slight moan from you. You felt Joey grin against your lips, liking to noise you made. It wasn't long before you both pulled apart, breathing heavily. His hands were planted on the floor on either side of your head, his hair draping down near your face. You both chuckled slightly.