One Shots: Hugh Jackman/Logan Howlett x Reader

Not That Young

You'd been working at the bar for just a few weeks, and the routine had become a comforting lull in your otherwise uneventful life. The dim lighting, the hum of conversation, and the clinking of glasses had a rhythm that you grew accustomed to. But there was one constant that had begun to disrupt that routine—a dark-haired man who frequented the bar, never failing to catch your eye.

Logan Howlett was his name, or so you'd gathered from the few conversations he'd had with the other staff. His rugged demeanor and intense gaze made him stand out in the crowd. He was always alone, sitting at the far end of the bar, nursing a drink while scanning the room with an air of quiet authority. You found yourself sneaking glances his way, your cheeks flushing whenever his eyes seemed to drift in your direction.

Your shyness was a heavy cloak you wore, especially around him. The few times you'd tried to muster the courage to speak to him, you ended up retreating to the safety of the back room, your heart racing and your face burning with embarrassment. But tonight was different. Tonight, you were determined to make a move.

You caught Logan's eye from across the bar, steeling yourself as you approached him with a hesitant smile. "Hi," you began, your voice barely audible over the low hum of conversation. "I'm new here. Thought I'd finally introduce myself."

Logan raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah? And what's your name?"

"[Your Name]," you replied, feeling a bit more confident now that you had broken the ice. "I see you here a lot. Thought I'd say hello."

"Really?" He leaned back slightly, eyeing you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "You're pretty young to be so bold."

You straightened, trying to mask the nervousness that bubbled up inside you. "I'm not that young," you said firmly. "I'm 25."

Logan's smirk widened, a spark of intrigue lighting up his eyes. "25, huh? Well, that's a bit more interesting." He took a sip from his drink, his gaze lingering on you. "So, what brings a young woman like you working here?"

"Just trying to make a living," you said, shrugging slightly. "And maybe a bit of curiosity."

"Curiosity can be a good thing," Logan replied, his tone warm and inviting. "So, tell me more about yourself."

You found yourself opening up, the conversation flowing more easily than you'd anticipated. Logan's interest seemed genuine, his questions probing but not intrusive. You talked about your life, your ambitions, and even the odd quirks of the bar. His laughter was deep and rich, making you feel oddly at ease despite your usual shyness.

A couple of hours later, as your shift wound down, Logan gave you a sly grin. "How about we get out of here? There's another bar I know just down the street. You up for it?"

You hesitated for a moment, the offer unexpected but tempting. The thought of spending more time with him, away from the confines of the bar, was enticing. "Sure," you agreed, surprising yourself with how easy the decision was.

The other bar was cozier, with a more relaxed vibe. You and Logan found a quiet corner and settled in with a couple of drinks. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and as the night progressed, the chemistry between you grew undeniable. Logan's presence was magnetic, and you found yourself drawn to him more and more.

When it was time to leave, Logan's hand brushed yours as you both walked back to his car. His touch was electric, sending a jolt of anticipation through you. You couldn't help but feel excited about where the night might lead.

In the back seat of his car, the world outside seemed to fade away. Logan's hands were gentle but insistent as he guided you to sit back, his lips trailing a path of heat across your skin. You gasped as his mouth found its way between your legs, his skilled tongue making quick work of drawing out your pleasure. The sensations were overwhelming, a mix of desire and anticipation building with every touch.