#joey lynch

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[gerard-gibson]

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*:･ﾟ✧ JOHNNY KAVANAGH headlines i know my rugby comfort bulldozer boyfriend gibsie's little sister i want to hear you [req] secret relationship [new - 21.07]

*:･ﾟ✧ GERARD GIBSON rugby rivalry babysitting safe place ex boyfriend's rival fake dating baking king nightmares the cat search johnny's little sister defending him [req]

*:･ﾟ✧ JOEY LYNCH car issues still missing you coloring his tattoos first everything gibsie's twin sister under the stars [req. new - 12.07]

*:･ﾟ✧ PATRICK FEELY lullaby flowers language falling in love hughie's twin sister two pink lines [req] causing trouble [req] unspoken things [req] where do we go now [req] tulsa jesus freak [req. new - 04.07] party company [req. new - 16.07] like we used to [req. new - 19.07]

*:･ﾟ✧ HUGHIE BIGGS house party feely's little sister just sayin' tutor [new - 24.07] confessions [req. new - 26.07]

*:･ﾟ✧ TADHG LYNCH i'm so into you [req] we never dated [req. new - 02.07]

*:･ﾟ✧ PODGE KELLY alec's sister [req. new - 30.06]

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[the-silent-romantic]

The best sibling duo: Shannon and Joey Lynch

↳ “One of these days, everything will be better. I promise."

[mndfckk]

“your voice is strange.”

“my voice?”

“your accent, it's not a cork accent.”

— ᡣ𐭩 johnny & shannon in binding 13

[slt4kavanagh]

okay okay.. hear me out realll dirty smut with joey but someone walks in.. i don’t know who but someone

interrupted

pairing: joey lynch x fem!reader

tw: smut

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the door clicks shut behind you, barely muffling the roar of joey’s music playing in the sitting room downstairs. your heart’s pounding so hard you’re sure he can hear it.

“joey,” you gasp as he pushes you back against the wall, his hands already under your jumper, warm and rough against your skin.

“yeah?” he murmurs, nose brushing your cheek. “somethin’ wrong, love?”

you try to answer but his mouth crashes into yours, swallowing your words. it’s all teeth and tongue and the faint taste of spearmint gum. his hands slide higher, thumbs brushing the underside of your bra and making you whimper.

“fuckin’ gorgeous,” he mumbles against your lips. “ya know that?”

you shake your head, cheeks burning, but he just chuckles darkly.

“gonna have to prove it to ya, so.”

he spins you around, pressing your front against the wall, and you let out a shocked little noise when his hands slip down to unbutton your jeans.

“joey—”

“shh,” he soothes, kissing the side of your neck. “just let me, love.”

he tugs your jeans down over your hips, fingers skimming along your thighs, and you’re shaking so hard your knees nearly buckle.

“god, look at ya,” he rasps, running his fingers over the damp spot in your underwear. “already so fuckin’ wet for me.”

“joey, please—”

he pushes your knickers to the side and slides two fingers through your folds, groaning low in his throat.

“jesus christ,” he mutters. “ya feel fuckin’ unreal.”

you try to bite back a moan but it comes out anyway, echoing off the walls.

“quiet,” he says, grinning against your neck. “don’t want anyone hearin’, do we?”

you shake your head frantically, but then he curls his fingers just right and your hips jerk back into him.

“yeah,” he breathes, pressing closer. “just like that, love.”

he pulls his fingers out and you hear the soft jingle of his belt.

“joey—”

“shh, i’ve got ya,” he soothes, guiding himself between your thighs.

the stretch is dizzying, your forehead falling to the wall as he sinks into you, slow and deep.

“holy fuck,” he hisses. “ya take me so good every time.”

he sets a steady rhythm, one hand braced on the wall beside your head, the other gripping your hip so hard you’ll probably bruise.

“mine,” he growls, thrusting harder. “all fuckin’ mine.”

you’re gasping, fingers scrabbling at the plaster, already close to falling apart.

“please, joey—”

“yeah?” he pants. “ya gonna cum for me, baby?”

but before you can answer, there’s the faintest sound of footsteps on the landing outside the door—

the door creaks open a fraction.

“joey? ya in here—”

tadgh’s voice cuts off like someone’s slapped him.

joey freezes, buried deep inside you, chest heaving. your eyes fly open in horror as you twist your head over your shoulder.

tadgh lynch — sandy blond hair, big brown eyes practically popping out of his head — stands in the doorway. his mouth is hanging open, one hand still on the doorknob.

“jesus fucking christ!” tadgh yelps, stumbling back into the hallway. “i didn’t fuckin’ see anything, i swear!”

you bury your face in your arms against the wall, mortified beyond belief, your entire body burning hot enough to melt steel.

joey snaps, voice low and murderous: “tadgh, get the fuck outta my room!”

“i’m goin’, i’m goin’!” tadgh squeaks, voice cracking as he slams the door shut again.

for a second, it’s dead silent except for the harsh pant of your breath.

“oh my god,” you whisper, horrified. “oh my god.”

joey presses his forehead against the back of your shoulder, breathing hard, still inside you.

“i’m gonna kill him,” he mutters. “i’m actually gonna fuckin’ kill him.”

you’re trembling, torn between wanting to crawl into a hole and burst out laughing. “joey… we can’t… he saw…”

joey growls low in his throat, teeth grazing your skin. “d’you really think i fuckin’ care right now?”

he pulls out just enough to thrust back in, hard enough to make your breath catch.

“joey—!”

“nah, not stoppin’ now,” he rasps. “he can fuckin’ deal with it.”

he resumes his pace, each thrust sharp and angry, and you’re gasping, half mortified and half delirious.

“gonna have to remind ya who ya belong to,” he growls. “and remind him never to walk in on us again.”

you can barely think, stars bursting behind your eyes, as he drives into you faster.

“say you’re mine,” he pants.

“i’m yours,” you cry, voice shaking.

“good fuckin’ girl.”

your walls flutter around him, and he groans deep, burying his face in your neck as he keeps moving, relentless and possessive.

outside the door, there’s the distant sound of tadgh’s voice yelling down the stairs:

“shan! i fucking need bleach for me eyes!”

[joeylynchlvr]

“doomsday is close at hand,” but doomsday is when lizzie was getting electro therapy, praying she’ll remember hughie and hughie was on a dates with katie </3

[wishicouldkeepconcentration]

currently obtaining an unhealthy obsession over the book series i’m not even done with the second book of, the first two books’ male lead, bulldozing, calling people eejits, edel’s scones, and track nine. thank you, chloe walsh, i’d like to ask for the hand of johnny kavanagh in marriage.

[tomm6n]

Hii!! Can you write a fic about Joey with a reader that helps a lot with his siblings (when all of the teddy thing was happening), like she babysit the kids, buys them food and just helps a lot, and he doesn't want to accept it

note ⸝⸝⸝ so idk if u wanted this to be completelyyy angst..

summary ⸝⸝⸝

warnings ⸝⸝⸝ angst.

you’ve been in joey lynch’s life for years — since you were kids, you’ve been attached at the hip. other kids would tease you for always hanging around him. he was the quiet one, the one who kept to himself. joey had friends, sure, but he never wanted to get too close to anyone. except you. you never pushed. you just showed up, made him feel safe, and let him know you weren’t going anywhere. and he let you in.

now you’re both older, still just as inseparable. visiting him and his family has become part of your daily routine. you’ve practically adopted his younger siblings. buying them clothes, snacks, taking them outside, babysitting them when joey’s too busy with work or school. you’ve known them since they were babies.

but there’s always been one thing joey struggled with — accepting help. he never hated the fact that you were close to his family. it was just, the idea of needing someone that much. he’d grown up self-reliant, proud. and that part of him never left.

it was a quiet night. their father was off doing god knows what, and their mum was holed up in her room. the kids looked like they hadn’t eaten all day, and you couldn’t ignore it. you took it upon yourself to make dinner, it just felt right.

“hungry,” seany says.

you giggle and squeeze his cheeks. “course you are! i’ll make dinner right now, okay?” you reply, setting him into a chair.

as you start on your special pasta, shannon appears beside you. “that smells so good,” she says, staring into the pot like she’s hypnotized. you laugh at her expression.

you nod toward the table. “go set it up, yeah? and tell the others to come down.”

she smiles softly and disappears out of view.

you all sit down and start eating. you’re feeding seany some of his baby food when tadgh raises an eyebrow.

“are ya not hungry or somethin’? ya do know sean knows how to eat by himself,” he says, scoffing.

you chuckle. “he’s three. seany deserves to be fed.”

shannon smiles quietly at the two of you, just as the front door creaks open. everyone pauses and looks toward it.

“o-ee!” seany squeals with excitement.

your smile widens at his reaction. he wiggles in his seat, and you help him down so he can run to his brother. joey ruffles his hair, bending down to grin at him.

“seanyboo,” he says.

the others turn back to their food, but joey’s eyes find yours. he looks serious, like he’s trying to say something without speaking. something twists in your stomach. is he mad? did you do something wrong?

after cleaning up and tucking everyone into bed (even tadgh and shannon.no matter how grown they act, they’re still babies in your eyes), you head to the kitchen for a water bottle. that’s when joey appears behind you out of nowhere.

you jump slightly.

“let’s talk,” he says, voice low and firm.

before you can respond, he gently grabs your wrist and leads you outside. your heart races. you don’t understand why he looks so intense. the knot in your stomach only tightens.

“are you okay, joey?” you ask softly, confused.

“no— fuck, ye, i am. this isn’t about me, it’s about you,” he says, stumbling over his words. you raise an eyebrow.

“me? did i do something wrong or somethin’—”

he cuts you off, sighing. “i appreciate everything ya do. for me. for my siblings. but i don’t like how you come over every single day like it’s your responsibility. like they’re your family. buying them shit. taking care of everything. i just… i just fuckin’ want ya to focus on your own life. i feel like i made that your duty—”

you quickly raise a hand, stopping him before he can finish.

“joey, no matter how much you hate it, i can’t stop caring about them. i love them. they matter to me. and so do you.”

he exhales, eyes darting away. “you don’t get it. i just need some space from you.”

your heart drops.

those are the exact words you never wanted to hear, especially not from him. the last time he said them, you were kids, and it nearly ruined everything between you.

your vision blurs. tears threaten to fall no matter how hard you fight them. you wipe your face with your sleeve. you’re wearing joey’s hoodie — how fitting.

his hands ball into fists at his sides. you know he’s fighting the urge to reach for you. he hates seeing you cry, especially when he’s the one who caused it. he never means to hurt you. he just never knows how to accept the kind of love you offer.

“i didn’t mean it like that,” he whispers.

“i think i know exactly what you meant,” you say quietly. “but if that’s what you want… i’ll respect it.”

you grip your water bottle tighter and take a step back. part of you hopes he’ll stop you, call your name, reach for your wrist, say anything.

but he doesn’t.

each step you take away from him feels like another piece of your heart breaking off.

“i love you,” he finally says — barely above a whisper.

you don’t turn around.

[siiinnaaa]

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Patrick feely

Farmer / musician /(my) husband

[liketheriverrspam]

im sorry

every single song is about you

[mzradyer]

queen x stud

aoife molloy and joey lynch from saving 6 and redeeming 6 (boys of tommen #3 & #4) by chloe walsh

[whousestypewriters]

i'm here - joey lynch x reader

pairing: joey lynch x fem!reader

warnings: flufffffff, swearing + a lil angst

a/n: BELLE BELLE BELLE DO YOU SEE ME?? IM WRITING JOEY LYNCH FICS FOR YOU!! LOVE YOU POOKIE <33 (i've kept this surprisingly spoiler free as well!!) also pls ignore my delusional ass over here writing fics late at night-

joey lynch is a protector.

its his way of being. he's been that way all his life. constantly looking after his siblings when their parents couldn't.

so you take it upon yourself to be joey's protector - much to his disgruntlement.

so when you find the space next to you on your bed empty and cold. you know he's having nightmares again.

fighting with your very sleepy brain - which should shut up by the way - you roll out of bed, wrap a discarded blanket from your shrek movie marathon earlier and go in search for joey.

the nightmares aren't a regular thing - not anymore at least, that you are very grateful for - but when they do plague joey he falls into the downward spiral of think he's not good enough for you. which of course is absolute nonsense.

pulling the blanket tighter around you, you slip out through the balcony door and out into the crisp night where a shirtless and haunted looking joe sits with his head in his hands on a half broken chair - curtsey of the hotel you were staying in.

"hey you," you say softly approaching him. you're eyes definitely don't stray down to his bare chest... not at allllll.

joey's head snaps up, noticing you for the first time. "hey, what are you doing out here? go back to bed baby."

shaking your head you determinedly open the blanket and wrap it around him wincing at the coldness of his skin. how long has he been out here?

"nahh, if you're out here so am i."

joey already knowing that there is no point in arguing with you, stands up and picks you up bridal style, blanket and all bringing you back inside and gently places you back on your bed before closing the door again.

he busies himself fixing the duvet cover and pillows on the bed ignoring the knowing looks you're sending him.

"joe."

he looks at you. "y/n."

"do you want to talk about it?"

"no."

"joe."

he's quiet for a bit probably contemplating what he should tell you.

"it was the same one." his voice is quiet, soft. you know joey doesn't like talking about these dreams so you don't push it. "but different this time." he takes a deep breath and looks at you with resigned eyes. "i lost you. cause of the... cause of the...."

"i know," you whisper. unwrapping yourself from the blanket, rounding the bed and coming to stand in front of the broken boy in front of you.

"but hey," your eyes fill with tears as you look at the defeated look in his eyes. he really believes that it could be true. he really believes that you would- could leave him. "i'm here. and i'm not going anywhere. joe- joe look at me." when he refuses you step closer between his legs and cup his face. "joseph lynch, you look at me."

joey's pained eyes meet yours and your heart breaks for him. for the amount of shit he's been through. for all the years he had no one to turn to. now he has you, and you have every intention of making sure that joey lynch is fucking loved and cared for.

"i love you. and it would take a very very very big group of people to take me away from you- even then don't get your hopes up because believe it or not joey there is something in my soul that is connected to yours and in every life time, every life time i will find you." you press a soft kiss to his forehead. "so don't even think for one second that i'm going to leave you. you're my joey. and i don't plan on giving you up. so im sorry but you're kinda stuck with me."

joey's eyes shine with barely restrained love as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in, squeezing your waist tightly.

"i love you baby," he whispers against your midriff. "so much."

running your hands through his blonde hair you press a kiss to his head, "love you too baby."

you stay that way for a while, joey wrapped tightly around you and you pressing soft kisses to his head until joey leans back taking you with him.

"joey!" you laugh toppling over on top of him.

"yes?" he hums as he adjusts you both so you're facing each other with your legs intertwined.

"nothing," you smile and press a kiss to the tip of his nose, his green eyes shining beautifully in the moonlight.

joey grins and pulls you closer by the waist pressing a soft, yearning kiss to your lips.

you both fall asleep to your hushed whispers in the dark, promises and loving kisses.

"love you baby..."

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a/n pt2: THE WAY I NEED ME SOME JOEY LYNCH IS UNFORGIVABLE sleep delusion reaaaally got to me at the end there- hope you liked it babes <33

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[sockiess]

the gasp I let out when I saw this edit on tiktok

never in a million years would I think the Hayden fandom and the Boys Of Tommen fandom would mix

but it’s literally so accurate like Scott and Joey are the exact same people

[slt4kavanagh]

heyy

I saw you write for boys of Tommen could you write a smutty fic with Joey where she's riding his face whilst he's working at the mechanics

underneath it all

pairing: joey lynch x fem!reader

tw: nsfw, rough sex, orgasm denial, dominance/submission dynamics, face riding, public/semi-public sex, overstimulation, strong language, breath control elements, bodily fluids, praise and slight degradation, intense physical reactions (crying/shaking)

a/n: mb that it took so long, i’ve been really busy lately so sorry abt the wait, hope u enjoy x

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he doesn’t even notice you at first.

you’re leaning against the garage wall, arms crossed, watching him work. engine grease stains the collar of his shirt, dark smudges across his knuckles. sweat clings to the back of his neck, dampening the little curls at the base of his hairline. he looks like a storm — all frustration and fury, hands working too fast, jaw clenched too tight.

joey’s been here all day.

when he finally looks up and sees you, it’s like the air shifts. his shoulders drop just barely. something flickers in his eyes. you smile, soft and knowing.

“hey.”

“hey,” he says, voice rough. “what’re you doin’ here?”

“thought you could use a distraction.”

he scoffs. wipes his hands on a dirty rag and tosses it aside. “gonna take more than that to fix this fuckin’ heap.”

you walk toward him slowly, your fingers grazing the hood of the car, your gaze locked on his face.

“i wasn’t talkin’ about the car.”

his eyes darken.

it’s subtle — just a twitch in his brow, the slightest tilt of his head — but you feel it like a spark up your spine. he’s reading you now. carefully. the way he always does. and underneath all that exhaustion and annoyance, there’s something else… something hungry.

“yeah?” he says. “what were you talkin’ about then?”

you close the distance between you, reach up to brush a smudge of oil off his cheek. your fingers linger.

“lie down.”

his brow lifts. “on the fuckin’ floor?”

“yeah.”

a pause. a long one.

then: “jesus christ.”

but he doesn’t move away.

you reach for the hem of his shirt, and that’s when it really shifts — the breath catches in his throat, his hands drop to your hips like muscle memory. you tug him closer until you’re backed up against the shelves, and he’s towering over you, the smell of sweat and smoke and motor oil wrapped around him.

“joey.”

you whisper it, but it lands heavy between you. his name, soft on your lips, like a command.

his eyes drop to your mouth. then lower.

“get on with it then,” he mutters.

and he drops.

right there, on the concrete, wiping off his hands again before lying flat. he looks up at you, waiting, the flicker of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“you gonna make me beg?”

you smile sweetly.

“maybe.”

he groans, head thunking back against the ground. “fuckin’ knew i shouldn’t have fallen in love with you.”

you step over him, straddling his face. his hands grip your thighs like he’s anchoring himself — and when you lower yourself down, he exhales like he’s been underwater.

you’re not even fully settled when he dives in — no teasing, no warning, just tongue and heat and the desperate need to make you come on his face like it’s the only thing in the world that matters.

and joey? he’s filthy with it.

moaning against you. sucking your clit between his lips like he wants it tattooed on his tongue. dragging you down harder when you try to lift off, shaking from the pressure.

you brace your hands on the shelf behind his head, hips rocking gently, thighs trembling already.

“fuck—joey—”

he groans like he’s in pain, mouth never letting up.

and just before you tip over the edge, voice raw, he growls:

“ride it for me, yeah sweetheart?”

you’re trying to be quiet.

you really are. but it’s impossible — not when joey’s got you like this, thighs spread around his face, tongue working you over like he’s trying to memorize your taste. like it’s the only fucking thing in his world.

the metal shelf behind you rattles with every roll of your hips. you’ve got one hand tangled in his sweaty curls, the other braced behind you to keep from collapsing. your thighs are shaking. your chest heaves.

and still — still — he won’t let you finish.

“joey,” you pant, voice barely holding steady. “please—”

he hums into your pussy, dragging his tongue in slow, lazy strokes that make you shudder all over.

“please what?” he mutters against you, words muffled, mouth slick. “gotta use real words, sweetheart.”

“i—I wanna—” you swallow hard. “i need to come, please.”

“yeah?” he licks a long stripe up your center, sucks your clit into his mouth just briefly — enough to make your whole body jerk. “you think you’ve earned that already?”

you choke on a moan.

he grins against your skin.

“nah,” he says, voice like gravel, low and cruel and so soft it ruins you.“not yet.”

and then he changes it up — switches from slow teasing to firm, deliberate pressure, his tongue working you in tight circles. not fast. not sloppy. just enough to get you climbing again. just enough to make you whimper.

he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“fuck—joey—baby, i—”

“mmhm.” he tilts his head slightly, suckles your clit like he’s drinking you down. “almost.”

your body’s a mess — your back’s arching, your hips are stuttering against his face, your thighs are twitching like you’re on the verge of snapping. so close. it’s right there, just under your skin, pressure building and building and—

then he pulls back.

you sob.

“no—joey, please, don’t—”

“shhh.” he presses his mouth to your inner thigh, breathing hard. “you’re not gonna come on me until i say.”

you try to grind down, but he’s holding you steady now — hands firm on your hips, keeping you right where he wants you. you feel his breath on your soaked skin, the edge so sharp it hurts.

he kisses your clit. once. soft. cruel.

“ride my face,” he says again. “but don’t you fucking come.”

your thighs are shaking too much to hold yourself up, but you nod anyway, desperate and wrecked.

“good girl,” he murmurs.

and then he’s back at it — slow at first, then deeper, messier, licking and sucking with those same filthy moans rumbling from his throat like he needs this. like he needs to make you beg.

you’re a writhing mess above him, trying not to break. the edge teases you, cruel and perfect. and joey?

joey’s smiling under you.

he’s drawing it out on purpose now.

every time your hips twitch, every time your breath stutters like you’re about to fall over the edge, joey pulls back — licking slow and lazy, mouthing at your thighs like he’s not already soaked in it, like his cock isn’t straining hard and aching behind his jeans.

you’re shaking. pleading.

he’s so fucking patient with it, one big hand pressed firm against your stomach to keep you steady, the other trailing slowly up your back to tangle in your hair.

and then—

“you want it that bad, baby?” he mumbles against your skin, tone half-gone and wrecked.

“joey—fuck—please, i—I need—”

he grins. all teeth and sweat and sinful devotion.

“then come on,” he growls, eyes dark and locked on yours, “come on my fuckin’ face. let me taste it.”

you break.

you don’t even get a full warning out — just a gasped, strangled noise that barely sounds human — and then your whole body’s convulsing,legs trembling, your grip on the shelf going white-knuckle tight as you grind against his mouth, riding the wave so hard it nearly knocks the wind out of you.

joey holds you through it, groaning like he’s the one coming, eating you through every second of it — until your thighs start to twitch too much, until you’re whimpering and trying to pull away, too sensitive, too far gone.

only then does he finally let go.

you sag back against the wall, head tipped up, chest heaving, heartbeat roaring in your ears.

he’s still on the floor, looking up at you with glazed eyes, mouth shiny, chin soaked.

“jesus christ,” he pants, “look what you fuckin’ did to me.”

and then he stands.

in one swift move, he grabs you by the thighs, pulls you off the shelf, and pins you to the wall — your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist, your body weak and pliant in his arms.

you barely have time to breathe before he’s undoing his jeans, hands trembling, teeth gritted.

“been hard since you walked in,” he mutters, pulling himself free, thick and leaking. he grinds against you once, both of you groaning at the friction. “you got no idea how close i was to losing it.”

“then don’t,” you whisper, lips brushing his.

that’s all it takes.

he lines himself up and thrusts in, burying himself to the hilt with a strangled moan. you both gasp, bodies locking tight — too much, too good, too perfect after everything he just did to you.

he barely gives you time to adjust — starts moving in short, hard thrusts that bounce you against the wall, your back slamming gently into the metal shelving with every movement.

“so fuckin’ tight,” he growls into your neck, voice cracking. “feel so good, fuck—”

you cling to him, nails dragging down his back, still shaking from your orgasm. every drag of his cock feels like fire.

“that’s it,” he hisses, fucking into you rough but controlled, jaw clenched tight. “take it, baby. made a fuckin’ mess on my face, now you’re gonna let me fill you up.”

you’re moaning nonstop, every word from him making it harder to hold on. and when he slips a hand between you to rub your clit — soft, rhythmic, in sync with his thrusts — you lose it all over again.

“fuck—joey, i’m—i’m—”

“come for me again,” he begs, begs, his forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping down his temple. “please, come with me, i’m right there—”

you shatter.

your walls clamp down around him and he chokes on a groan, thrusting one more time before spilling inside you with a desperate, low curse. his whole body tenses, muscles trembling as he pushes as deep as he can, staying buried while he rides it out.

you’re both gasping, tangled up, clinging to each other like you’ll fall apart otherwise.

he stays like that for a minute.

silent. full. breathing heavy into your neck.

and then, voice raw and gentle:

“you okay, love?”

you nod into his shoulder, still floating. “mhm.”

he kisses your temple. then your cheek. then your jaw.

“you were so good for me,” he whispers. “so fuckin’ perfect.”

he pulls out slow, careful, one hand behind your head so you don’t hit it against the shelf.

and then he’s lowering you to the floor, one knee down, wrapping his arms around your waist like you’re something breakable.

he wipes between your legs with his shirt, tender and unhurried, like he’s done it a hundred times. and when you shiver, he peels off his hoodie and pulls it over your head, tucking your hair out from the collar.

“stay here,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead. “gonna lock up. then we’re goin’ home.”

you nod, dazed, and he presses one last kiss to your lips before standing, walking off with his shirt untucked and belt undone, muttering to himself with the softest little smile on his face.

because he just got to ruin you.

and now he’s gonna hold you all night.

[jostendefender]

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