Your Favourite Bra And Seat
game!grandpa!Joel x f!reader - tit/nipple play/slapping. Cockwarming, pinv, creampie. Fainting. Mention of period blood. Little bit of MommyDaddy play. Bit of aftercare. One shot. Divider by @/viviansturns & @/uzmacchiato
“Joeeeeeel” you whine out.
He’s sitting on his couch, glasses resting on the tip of his nose, brows knitted as he looks up at this figure who’s just barged into his home.
He takes off his glasses, placing them aside, stands, hands on hips, giving you a look over. He notices immediately, almost too quickly…his poor baby. Swollen, heavy tits-must be that time of the month-under your white shirt.
“Aw poor, darlin-c’mere.” He holds out his arms and you immediately walk into them. He knows not to squeeze too tight, it’ll hurt your sore, sensitive tits, that he knows he’ll get a hold of soon enough. Woman in her early forties acting like she’s a twelve year old getting her first period.
You’ve ran your mouth at everyone all day, but suffering with endometriosis, all the folks understood but still, your words were poisonous sometimes. A few hours ago-when Joel tried to coax you home instead of doing heavy lifting-you pushed him back and called him an “old run-down bastard”. Deeply regretful of course.
“That mouth of yours done, darlin?” You stare up at him, “you mad? Or will you help me out?” He twirls your hair between his fingers, kissing your crown. “I know you dont mean what you said, it’s okay-I forgive you, darlin. What you need?” You bury your face into his chest, he lifts your chin up with his pointer finger, “you gotta say it, darlin?”
You blush slightly, you hate saying what you need, you hoped he’d just know but no, he likes seeing you shy and humble-it’s a turn on for him. “I want your hands on my tits, Joel-they’re so, so sore and heavy.” You lift your shirt with no hesitation, you know he wants to see them. He gasps softly, his hands itching to grab but he’s gotta stay in control, he’s not giving in, yet.
“Jesus, darlin-,” his eyes unable to move from your chest, a little bite of his bottom lip. “Massage or hold?” No pause. “Both please, Joel-cramps are kicking my ass too.” He knew what that meant, he coaxed you to his favourite chair, unzipped his jeans, pulled them down with his boxers, and sits down. His cock is half hard, “can you warm him up for me first, darlin? Tit for tat?” You knelt down, obliging, it’s only fair right?
You stroke his cock a few times then swallow him whole. “Fuck me, darlin-,”he grits out. “Take it so well, fuckin made for it.” You nudge his swollen tip against the back of your throat, you’ve grown accustom to his size, so you can do it again and again. He gently tugs at your hair, “keep doin that darlin, and I’m gonna spray that pretty mouth with my seed.” He helps you stand and pulls down your pants, “no panties, someone’s eager.” He teases. You pout, “don’t tease me, Joel I’m too emotional and I wanna cry.”
He taps his thighs, “c’mere, darlin-no teasing, I promise.” holding it his hand to you. You hover above him, teasing your own swollen bud and aching hole. Joel dips his head back and you tease swallowing his tip, an inch in then back out, “thought you didn’t want to be teased, darlin?” He scoffs. To wipe that smug look off his face, you take him in one go, he hisses grabbing your thighs tight. “You fuckin-ah fuck-,” poor bastard can’t forms words as you force him to bottom out, spearing yourself on his cock. You lean in to whisper, “i didn’t want you teasing, Old Man.” He gives your ass a smack. “Don’t get too cocky, darlin.” He brushes your hair away from your face, all flushed. “It helping?” He asks.
“Need your hands, please-They’re-,” you look down, “-so so sore, Joel-need your hands, please.” You beg. “What do we say, sweetheart?”
“Mommy needs Daddy’s hands.” You roll your eyes. He teases you with a jerk of his hips. “Good girl, that so hard?” You look down, “well…”
“Just shut up and kiss me, baby.” It’s all bite with this man, you’re dying to roll your hips but this is needed, just the stillness, the cramps are already easing off. The man always get you relaxed. Both of you kissing like you’re scared to pull away, tongues dancing with each other, his grip on your hips, tightening. Joel moves them up toy your swollen tits, cupping underneath, taking the weight off them-they’re big anyway but when they’re like this-.
“Whoa, baby these feel so heavy-fuck me. I want them in mouth-can I?” Your nipples are aching but his sweet mouth around them, you couldn’t think of anything better. “Okay, but-no biting or nibbling.” He pulls a devilish grin, yeah he wasn’t promising anything, so you braced yourself, stroking his hair, hoping that will draw him back abit. He torturously licks and sucks your red, swollen nub while gently thumbing the other, before swapping.
Still sitting down hard on his cock, you begin to rock back and forth, face buried into his shoulder, moaning softly. He starts to stroke your back, “do what you gotta do, baby-I got ya.” Your clit is brushing against his curing pubes, tickling and teasing you. “I’m ready when you are, baby. Following you.” No waiting, you grind down, his tip kissing your soft sponge that making wail soft sobs, it fucking hurts but it’s almost punishable in a divine way. Each little kiss makes you gasp but you were getting there no matter the pain.
Joel staring down where you both join with such a darken gaze, you pull off, leaning back, hands on his thick thighs, he sees the blood coating his dick. No more fuckin teasing, he shafts you down on his cock, making you gasp, moving your tired, sore body for you. That tight coil forming in your stomach, making its way down to your pussy. You’re close, his thighs tense-so was he.
“Fuck me, baby-just so fuckin tight-milk me mommy, do it for Daddy.” You dip your head back basking the feeling of his cock when the bastard slaps your tit, you arch forward quick, letting out a sob, “Joel what the fuck.” He slaps it again, harder. He then grabs your chin and smacks the other one, “you think you can get away with calling me a rundown old bastard, baby? Oh no no-.” He cups your tit up and latches into your nipple and starts nibbling, sucking hard, they felt like they were on fire. “Please-please, Joel please stop-I’m sorry I said it I’m so sorry please-.”
“No- you’re gonna keep going, finish us off baby.”
You sink back down on his cock, the intrusion, paining you now, just gotta cum just gotta cum, you think to yourself. “Cmon now, big mouth! Get moving!” You hold on to his shoulders as you start to rock your hips, he dips his head back, holding on, pinching your nipples-it fucking hurt, but the pain only made you more determined to reach your peak cause you know the two feelings-pain and pleasure together- were gonna be something you’ll want more of.
“Thaaats it, atta girl-and keep that mouth shut…bite your fuckin lip if ya have to.” He rubs your nipple between his finger and thumb, squeezing it everytime you falter or slow down, “c’mon big mouth, ride me good.” You speed up your pace, now bouncing on his cock, he lets out deep groans and squeezes your tit hard. “I’m clo- Joel, so close.” Joel grabs your neck pulling you towards him, “good girl, keep bouncing, m’close.”
He squeezes your neck, not too hard but you’re definitely on the verge of passing out while you cum. Joel’s chuckling at your limp state, “look just like a rag doll, baby.” He grips your thigh, jerking his hips up, thrusting deep, pumping his chest out. “Gonna have to do it myself aren I darlin?” You cum as he’s rambling on, just seeing white, and the muffling of Joel’s voice, “darlin, you a’right?” …And you’re out.
You wake up to Joel stroking your hair, still hard inside you, when he looks down he locks eyes with you. “There she is. Baby, sorry you passed out but fuck, if that weren’t a sight. Never heard you make those noises before.” You don’t remember a damn thing. He hands you a glass of water and you drink it in one go. At least your cramps had fucked off, just left with a wet pussy, drenched in cum, blood and sweat.
He brushes away hair from your pretty face, “turn around for me, baby.” Like his good little woman, you oblige, resting your tired back against his chest, his sweaty, hairy-warm, delicious chest. You melt into him, sighing softly. This is what you wanted, dick deep, getting your tits held. And there he goes, cupping your tits, his rough thumbs rubbing the sides. “I’ll be gentle, baby. Promise.” He lifts them up to take the weight off them and fuuuuuck it’s so divine, it’s ridiculous. You dip your back against his shoulder, laughing to yourself. “You have no idea how amazing this feels, Joel.” He kisses your temple. “Whatever you need, baby.”
