The more I read your fics the more I want so suck Old Man Logan's Balls till he's soft and then just clean him again and repeat the process. He would be whiny and sensitive while I ride him raw.
What-
Who said that?
Raw
Old man Logan x F! Reader
A/N: ngl i really need that old man to give me a creampie everyday. I feel like it would fix whatever is wrong with me. (or make it worse)
Warnings: SMUT this entire thing is smut. MDNI pretty please?, ballplay, kinda cock and ball worship i guess, blowjobs, you really put this old man through the ringer, unprotected piv, creampie, logan gets kinda subby towards the end
"Didn't expect this type of welcome when I came through the door."
A muffled hum was the only response he got. His head tipped forward to look down at you between his legs. You were suckling on his balls, eyes shut, hands gripping his thighs.
He had texted you that it'd been a shitty day- not searching for pity, or even comfort. Simply you asked how it was and he told you the truth, that he wanted to come home, have a glass (or two, or three) of whiskey, and maybe you sit on his lap (or cock) all pretty like. He left that part out though- old age has made him a bit more self conscious when it came to seeking out sex or comfort from you- his much younger companion, made him a bit shy in a way he'd never been before.
It seems that you knew him all too well though. He knew better than to be surprised. You always knew what he wanted- what he needed.
The moment he walked through the door, his aching muscles protesting every move. You were on him fast. Before he could even realize what you were doing. Lips pressed against his, your teeth nipping and pulling at his bottom lip as you began to undress him.
First his jacket, then his shirt- painstakingly undoing every button without ripping it apart before yanking it off him. Then his belt, his shoes, pants, and briefs were discarded with the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor.
You pushed him onto the couch. He barely begun to register your kisses, when you started fondling his flaccid cock and balls. He gets embarrassed every time it takes him a minute to "wake up" the little Wolverine but you seem to actively enjoy watching him get hard. You would stroke him, softly, slowly, a shine in your eye as the blood begins to rush down there and he begins to throb and grow.
He wasn't fully hard yet when you dropped to your knees and dipped low, lapping at his balls and sending a tingling sensation up his spine. Your nosed pressed into the space between his cock and balls as you wrapped your lips completely around one and sucked. Your tongue fondled the sack, exploring the wrinkles and creases his weary skin formed as if you were trying to map out and memorize every beautiful inch of him.
At this point you do this for your enjoyment- He's just a benefactor.
"Feel so damn good my love...." He groans, his hand sliding into your hair, intertwining his fingers into it until he had a decent grip. "You enjoy taking care of ya old man, don't you?"
A moan escaping your throat reverberated over him, causing his hips to thrust forward. His cock was fully erect now- resting against your face alongside the bridge of your nose while you suckle on him. You opened your eyes, a mischievous look coming across your face as you pulled off with a pop.
You rest your cheek against his thigh, a hand coming up to fondle his balls again.
"Tell me about your day baby." You cooed softly as you looked up at him. You gently squeezed his sack- creating just the right amount of pressure for him, before tapping your fingers along the bottom of his scrotum in a loose rhythm.
He tipped his head back, adam's apple bobbing along his throat as he swallows- the stimulation did more than he expected- he could feel his release building in the pit of his belly, his cock throbbing every time your fingers cupped him, your thumb pressing into his taint. Your spit left behind acted as lube as you continue messing with him, gentle, playful.
"Hm?" You hummed, signaling for him to answer.
A small scoff escaped his throat. "Filled with assholes like usual." He mumbled. Your giggles reached his ears, sending a flutter through him. You always had a way to make him feel better. Your voice, your laugh, and yes- your touch. You moved your head closer to his hips, your breath fanning across his cock straining in the air. He swallowed, eyes falling shut as he adjusted his hips to get closer- he wanted more from you, wanted to feel those pretty lips wrapped around him and feel your throat get tight around his cock.
"Any fun stories?"
"There was a drunk pissing on my car."
"Oh dear…."
Logan laughed, a real hardy laugh, that turned into a coughing fit. Your hand came up to his chest, sitting up as you watched him with concern until he stopped.
"You okay?"
"Fine." He mumbles, bringing a hand over yours. "Didn't ruin the mood did I?"
You smiled, lowering yourself back over his belly, pressing soft kisses as you moved downwards. "You? Never…"
He felt your lips pressed along his hips, pecking kisses that moved closer and closer to where he needed you most- but never quite reaching. Small grunts escaped him, the buildup in his belly had his thighs trembling but that final push he needed never came. You kept him right on the edge, looking at him with bright eyes with that shine in them that told him to wait, all good things come with patience.
and that it did.
You moved down to suck on his balls again, taking one sack into your mouth. His hair tickled your nose but you didn't stop. Your hand that was caressing his thigh finally grasped his cock and you began to stroke him, a few tugs before you clasped his tip, running circles of it as pre-cum lube your hand. His whiny moans graced your ears, his hips moving on it's own accord and his hand tightened in your hair as he pushed you further against his cock and grinds against your face. His cock pressed into your cheek, rubbing along your face as he lets out breathy whines and groans- desperate for relief.
He finally came, spilling over your hand and cheek as you felt his balls tighten and his cock pulse around your hand. You didn't let up even as he softened, instead finally turning your attention to his softening cock and sucking him clean, ignoring the mess that was on your face and sent him even more over the edge.
"Oh- shit-" He gasped, mouth falling open. "Sweetheart-" His voice rumbled, but you didn't stop. Just opened your eyes to look up at him. He'd become flush and sweaty, chest heaving as you continued sucking him off and licking him clean. His cock twitched again, and he felt the steady rush of blood rushing through again.
You repeated everything, not once, but twice more. His voice had become whinier, losing that deep pitch that tells you he's completely lost control. His hands had a vice grip on your hips- but didn't stop you from lowering over his cock.
"Oh fuck-" He hissed. You smiled as you seated yourself over him, your walls fluttering around his cock and making his eyes rolls back. Gently you took his hands off you, holding his wrists to pin them against the couch.
"Feeling better?" Your voice was sickly sweet. You leaned in to press a kiss to his lips that he could barely return before you started to ride into his lap. He let out a shaky breath, somewhere in his head telling him that this was ridiculous- that he was supposed to make you come undone, not the reverse. You seemed to read his mind. "Just relax tough guy." You leaned into his ear, nipping at it. "Take a load off."
The implication wasn't lost on him, as he managed a smirk while you giggled at your joke. Then you moved over his cock again and he quickly lost himself. Everything felt white hot as you rode him, every drag of your pussy along his cock sent a sharp, tight, almost painful sensation through him.
You took your time with him, dragging out every feeling. He was panting, body tensing under you, sweat beading his forehead. Small whines made you smile wider, watching his every reaction. As his hips began thrusting upwards to meet with yours. You lifted yourself off him, your pussy lingering over his tip.
He gasped, watching you circle your hips over him, his sensitive tip rubbing against your entrance but never fully inside. His nails dug into the skin of your thighs, doing everything he could not slam up into you- he didn't know why he was practicing so much self-restraint. He's always been a man who takes what he wants.
Yet with you…He didn't need to take, you gave it to him. Your kindness, your love, your silly jokes that you text him throughout the day so he doesn't lose his shit. You knew, him you knew what he needed- and you gladly gave it.
You leaned forward to capture his lips in a searing kiss, your hands climbing into his hair, digging into his scalp, tugging his head back and ripping him from your lips, you teeth grazing his bottom lip as he gasped.
"What do you want baby?" You cooed. Your voice was low, seductive, like honey. It made his cock twitch.
"I want you.." He mumbled.
"and what do you want me to do?…"
You slowly began grinding over his cock. He let out a soft whimper, his eyes hazy with lust, desperation.
"Take care of me." He whispers. No hesitation, no embarrassment at his words- he came to accept a long time ago that maybe, maybe it was okay to let someone in.
You smiled, pecking his lips before settling yourself over his cock again. Your walls clenched around him tight, the deeper he went. He saw a flicker in your. collected expression, you were beginning to lose your own composure.
You moved your hips up and down, hands resting on his scarred chest where your fingers dragged through the silver hair that covered it. The overstimulation his cock felt faded away, the tight pleasure now dipping into something warm and free.
His arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest. His sweaty forehead pressed against yours as hardy grunts and sweet moans escaped the both of you.
"Logan-" You hands slid up his chest, cradling his face. "Cum for me baby,"
Just from your words, his hips thrusts forward deep inside and you felt him fill you up. You finally allowed yourself your own release, gushing around his cock. The tight pulsing sensations dragged his own finish on longer, subtle thrusts as he choked out your name.
You fell against him, head on his shoulder while you both attempted to catch your breath. When you felt his breathing go back to normal, the hammering of his heart slowing down- your hand slid up and down his chest soothingly, leaving your head on his shoulder. You still sat over his now flaccid cock, not yet pulling out even as your feel his cum dribbling down your thigh. You weren't quite done for the evening yet, but your old man needed a break.
"Ready for that glass of whiskey?" You hummed in his ear.











