Grandpa!Joel x Curvy!reader
Summary/warnings: You’re treating Joel to some cockwarming, turns into minimal sex😂Joel tells you a story about your body, body praise, reader is on the plus size, insecurity. Joel makes it all better💕
God, this man was tense. This was meant to make him feel the exact opposite. “It’s bin awhile.” You thought he was gonna say like 20 years but it’s about six, seven years, a woman named Tess. This was your second time with Joel, your first time, last night, you only sat down on his cock and he came within seconds. He was embarrassed to say the least. You thought it was the hottest fuckin thing ever. Tonight, you told him about cockwarming. He liked that idea but here he is, so fuckin tense.
“Joel, sweetie, relax-what’s wrong?” He huffs out a defeated sigh, “m’not a young man anymore, gunna need a minute.” You tilt your head, looking confused, “need a minute to what? You’re dicks hard, I’m on it. That’s all we do, but you have to relAX!”
He shifts his butt on the couch, trying to get comfortable, moving you with him, your patience is wearing thin with this man, god help you. He’s still muttering to himself, “if I just-how about I-“
FUCK THIS you thought. You pull him in for a kiss to distract him from the fact that you’ve begun gently riding his dick, cockwarming be damned. He moans in your mouth, a strained noise that just makes you more wet. “You’re gonna be a good soldier-biting his ear- “and just take what I give you, cause old man-“ kissing his neck, “-I’m gonna take from you.” He moans deep from his chest, “ya gunna fuckin kill me, darlin, Jesus, just give me a minute.”
He keeps pulling scrunched faces and huffing at you. “Oh for Pete’s sake I’m turning around, your face is bugging me.”
So with that, you abruptly kneel up off his dick and shuffle around to face the tv. Then once you’re settled again, you feel a tap on your shoulder, then his voice “scuse me Miss, I think you’re sitting on something.” You look over your shoulder at him and his big fuckin grin, “oh now you’re smiling, now you’re fine, the second I turn around?” He continues to grin, while wrapping his arms around you, with a cheeky little nudge of your tit, “m’sorry, didn’t mean to piss you off.” You dropped your head against his shoulder, “I’m already feeling uncomfortable and you moaning isn’t helping-,” you say it, defeated. “What ya talkin’ about, darlin?” His finger slides under chin and he makes you turn your head to face his gorgeous fuckin eyes. “Tell me what’s up?”
It’s all in your head, it’s one of those days where you treat your body like it’s an enemy. Your skin is itching cause words dug their way in and made themselves at home there.
“It’s nothin, just, someone said something about what I was wearing earlier and my size and it just-it just got to me.” He knits his brows together, “ok, well who was it, where do they live and shall I strangle or shoot’em?” You can’t help but laugh cause he knows you’ll play along, cause you’re his twisted little freak. “Okay, it was Callum, he lives over near the library and I think you shooooouuuuld strangle, just to watch that light dim in his eyes.” He nuzzles his face into your hair all the while laughing deep from his chest. Fuck, it was delicious.
“Wait, Callum? The ugly bastard who smells like pickles? You’re bothered by what HE thought?” Looking down at your inviting thighs, his hands start to slide down them, giving them a firm squeeze. “Tell me what the prick said, baby but only if you want to.” You didn’t, so you shook your head now looking down. He doesn’t push, instead he hugs you tighter with a hand caressing your tit. “Okay then, I’m gonna tell you a story about why your body is the most wonderful temple in the world, buckle up kiddo.” He jerks his hips a little, his dick gently dabbing that delicious sponge inside, making you shiver.
“Okay, we’re gonna start with this head of yours-,” lightly kissing your temple. “-Your hair is a colour I’ve never seen before, it’s like golden sand it’s beautiful, and your brain, whoa, you’re the smartest person I’ve ever known. Your thinking has made this place thrive and everyone’s grateful for it.” Oh my god, you could cry already, you give him a firm clench, and he shivers. He tells you about your lovely shoulders, how they carry so much when they needn’t to. Your beautiful back, how it’s beautifully curved with all those freckles that look like constellations just splattered all over. Your ass. Your magnificent, big ass, it’s like a beautiful peach, just dying to be bitten, “this ass of yours, oh momma it’s the most divine thing about you.” Another clench, another shiver. As he starts to caress your other tit, his hips start move, he pauses for your permission and he gets it as you start to grind his dick lightly.
“And look at these thighs, the amount of bite marks I’ve left on them, darlin, you should know they’re delicious, of if I was a cannibal they’re the first thing I’m eating. Speaking of-,” still moving his hips torturously slow, he moves a hand down and grabs your pussy, “-this here-my god, I could eat it all day, baby-it’s the most perfect cunt ever. Women would be green with envy if they had the pleasure of seeing it. And the fellas here think I’m the luckiest bastard on the planet.”
Jesus fucking Christ
He slides his middle finger through your very soaked folds, the man’s word, just dripping out like warm honey, you wanted to ride the hell outta him, disgustingly. Letting out soft moans of sweet pleasure, fuck, you wanted to cum. He carries on talking, giving you sweet nothins in your ear. “Ah, baby, can’t forget these beauties, just fuckin perfect. Big, round and all mine, imagine them if you were carry my pup? All swollen leaking milk out for our it,-“ through gritted teeth, “-Jesus Christ, just the thought-.” You’re clenching all the while he soothingly talks to you, his thighs are tightening, is he gonna cum?
“Thinking of you all round, swollen, with my baby, fuckin hell you’ll be a sight.” Gently rubbing your soft belly, your whines and moans are becoming more strained, you wanted to cum but you know he’s not finished, it’s fuckin torture with his finger still sliding through your pussy, now landing on your swollen bud. “Look at me, baby.” You’re immediately drawn to his beautiful eyes, my god.
“And let’s not forget and this pretty, fucking face of yours-,” gently running the back of his hand down your cheek, tears start stinging your eyes, he gives you the sweetest kiss to your cheek and now, pressured circles to your aching clit, “- it’s the most stunning face I’ve ever come across in my 56 years.” Your moans are becoming more frantic, your peak is coming and maybe so is Joel’s as he talks through gritted teeth, “fuck,baby-you’re just fuckin perfect-now cum for me my perfect girl.” And boy, do you, it feels like a hot blades burning your skin as your body spasms, clenching Joel’s cock for dear life. Your loud whines are filling the room, you’re sure the neighbours could hear but you didn’t give a fuck. Then unexpectedly, hearing low groans behind you, Joel grabs your thighs and digs his nails in, he cums hard jerking his hips up “fuck me-couldn’t help it, baby-felt so fuckin good- but fuck me” He pulls you against his chest, inhaling your sex musk and tightening his grip around you.
“Does my baby girl feel better now?”
“Oh, so fuckin better, my darling, thank you.”
You rest your arms over his and the two of you stay there, his dick softening slightly with cum dripping from your pussy. You clench around him, “hey, so what you think about your first cockwarming session?” He moves hair away from your face, “I could do it again, but no more talking shit about yourself or thinking awful shit.”
Kissing his cheek, you agreed with him, he was right, that ugly bastard Callum could kiss your ass. You said that the words are still lurking in your head but what Joel said will always put those words buried, even if they do sneak up from time to time but Joel will always be there.
You eventually fall asleep, still sitting on Joel’s, now soft dick, without trying to wake you he lifts you up and lies you down on the couch. You’re out of it. He grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and drapes it over you. Joel kneels down and plants a sweet kiss of your forehead.
He fixes himself up, cock back in his pants
Callum, lives near the library
Fixes his shirt and puts on his boots
Callum, lives near the library
Finally, he puts on his coat, opens the front door and takes another look at his beautiful baby girl. He hates that you’re sad, he hates that the bastards words are etched into your skin now. He’s gotta do a lot of damages control, not that he minds, not in the slightest.
Callum, lives near the library
Closing the door behind him, he stands on the porch to compose himself before moving his feet down the steps, turning right, walking with determination.
Callum, lives near the library

