#hfwp drabble.

[psychedelic-ink]

musician joel and his skillfull fingers😵‍💫

I agree with this ask a %100. that man could destroy you with his fingers alone

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pairing: musician!joel miller x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni

word count: 833

summary: you and joel have a bit of a detour before the show.

warnings: semi public setting (the inside of joel's truck), fingering, dirty talking, praise kink

a/n: you don't really need to read the oneshot to read this, all you need to know is that Joel is a musician, enjoy!

It’s dark and cold. A chill settles over your skin, a puff of fog curling from between your lips. Joel pulls to a stop and you see the bar, it’s a bit far up ahead but its neon red light is visible. 

“We’re here,” he says, breaking the silence. 

“That we are.” 

Neither of you makes a move to get out. You’ve missed him, it’s been a while. Between his shows and your work, it was hard to make time for each other. You turn to him when he places a hand on your thigh, you can feel the heat radiating from his palm, he squeezes the flesh tenderly. 

“This is more difficult than I thought,” he chuckles and shakes his head. “I really don’t wanna go on stage tonight, would much rather spend the night with you.”  

“You don’t need to say that. You don’t need to lie. I know you love performing and you don’t need to choose. I love watching you on stage.” you place a hand over his, smiling. “Gets me all excited.” 

“Does it now?” 

There’s a tremor to his voice that makes you shudder. His hand skims up your leg, fingers playing with the button of your jeans as he presses his lips to your throat. He drags his mouth up the column of your neck, teeth nipping at the skin, hand cheating down the waistband of your jeans and panties. Thick fingers find purchase between the lips of your sex, slowly moving them up, he draws soft circles around your pulsing clit. 

Your body arches against the back of the seat, hips lifting for a firmer touch of his fingers. It’s such a fleeting touch, ticklish almost, and it forces a whine from the back of your throat. You feel Joel’s grin on your skin, he disguises the tease by pressing soft kisses into your neck. 

“You’re soaked, honey,” he purrs. “I bet y’could take every inch of me if we fucked right now.” 

His fingers move slow, it’s unnerving to feel how wet you’re getting, your inside clenching and gushing at the stroke of his fingers. Something iron hot coils tight within your stomach, you shudder, moans spilling from your lips. 

“J-Joel,” 

“I know sweet girl, I know,” he takes a deep breath and presses the heel of his palm hard into your clit, you jump, pleasure rolling over your spine like the scorching sands of a desert. “I know you want it bad—need it—but sadly my fingers will have to do.” 

Heat trails up your body and finds home in the spot between your legs, it’s blinding and the neon of the bar becomes blurred. Mouth agape and brows pinched together, you visibly shiver as he slips his fingers deep inside, he scissors them, stretching you in a way that makes your body automatically prepare to take something bigger. Slick thickly coats his fingers, he can feel it, the wetness, the fluttering of your walls, he growls into your lips before closing the distance, licking the sound of arousal from your tongue. 

With deep breaths, you take a hold of his wrist, nails biting into his skin. The sting of it eggs him on as he sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping it hard enough that he draws blood. He soothes the blossoming pain with his tongue, fingers curling and moving until it finds that special spot inside. You’re a babbling mess, muttering his name and begging for more. Joel keeps on telling you to be patient, that he’ll give you his cock after the show, with every words he breathes out, he fucks you full of his fingers, grinds his palm roughly over your clit. 

“Gonna be the best show I ever do,” he groans, tongue flat over your bottom lip. “Knowing that y’re all wet and watchin’ me.” 

It doesn’t take you long to come undone around his fingers—A moan rips from your throat, your breathing heavy and coming out rushed. He continues to thrust his fingers, the pads of the digits stroking a spot that makes you see white over and over. Your entire body goes rigid, every muscle trembling with a need and an ache. 

“That’s it,” he whispers. “That’s my good fuckin’ girl. Lookin’ so pretty for me, you’re doing so so good. Love seein’ that face. You like makin’ me happy don’t you?” 

You nod hysterically, your insides starting to grow oversensitive and raw, “I do. I love making you happy.” 

Removing his fingers, he shoves them needily into your mouth, your swirl your tongue around the digits, tasting yourself, and he presses them down on your tongue. Your pussy throbs as you instinctively move your body toward him. Pulling out his fingers, he grabs your chin and leans in, tongue slipping between your lips. He openly moans into your mouth, another wave of arousal washes over you. 

“We gotta go,” he mumbles as he pulls away, lips kiss-swollen. “Thank god you don’t have work tomorrow.”