hugh jackman/characters one shots/imagines

I can see your guilty as sin

Your eyes were glazed over as you rested your chin on your hand. Your teeth nibbling at your bottom lip. Your eyes were focused on your professor as he spoke adamantly about his knowledge of World War 1. His hands were tan, veiny, his fingers long and thick, his hand was just so large. You watched as he spoke to another student, he had this barely noticeable tic where he blinked his eyes twice when he was trying to process what someone said.

It was so fucking sexy.

Or the way he would smile at something a student would say, not funny enough to make his nose crinkle. But enough for a small smile to wobble at his mouth and a light shining her of green pond with the sunlight beaming down on it, underneath you could see the brown hues of the mud in the water.

All you wanted was his eyes on you.

Your daydream consisted of Professor Logan, sitting at his desk with him, going over an assignment, imagining massive hand covering your thigh, his fingers gentle as he skimmed the tops of your thighs. His eyes would stay on yours as he teased you, a firey amusement in his irises, that made your legs spread wider for him. He'd start with just talking about the homework but then he'd move closer and closer. Logan's hand inching higher up, he could feel the heat radiating off of your covered pussy, you even imagined his heightened senses-

His heightened senses

His heightened senses.

Oh my god, he could smell your arousal, couldn't he?

Well, he couldn't know if it was because him, he had to smell arousal all the time! Right?

Like it something he tunes out like an intrusive thought, unless he likes the thought and maybe he liked your intrusive thoughts, especially the ones about him.

As your eyes flitted to his, your heart racing in your chest, Logan's eyes were concentrated on you, for God knows how long. The look in his eyes, the slight glare, the almost rage burning in his eyes. His crow's feet crinkling as he stared you down.

It was like you could focus before anyway, but now with the knowledge that he was aware of your crush on him. Well, it was completely embarrassing and as he tried to stop you on the way out, you dodged him, ducking your head down and darting out of the room. Something you were rather skilled at doing.

You were determined to hide out in your room the rest of the night and succeeded. When it hit midnight, you deemed it safe to go to the kitchen and grab something to eat. It was cold in the hallway, as you padded down the wooden floors in just a pair of tiny shorts and skin-tight t-shirt. You were preferred tighter clothing for your sensory issues. Your hand came up to rub at your eyes before stopping in your tracks as you ran right into a broad chest. As your hands moved away you came face to face with Logan. Your hands had naturally landed on his chest, your mouth inches apart, his breathing intermixing with your own. His hands had landed on your waist to steady you and one second you were just walking down the hallway and now you were in Logan's arms.

You moved back as you noticed the proximity, there was no world in your mind where you thought this man would find you attractive. Not in the same way you found him attractive, and it wasn't because of what you looked like, but the rumor was he liked older women. You were told you looked mature for your age, your whole life, something you took as a compliment even with convoluted context. You were simply not his type, and you couldn't be upset that he wasn't preying after students.

But you weren't really a student, you didn't have to pass any of these classes. You didn't really even need to sit in Logan's class, you were just friends with the other students, so you spent time in there. You were invited to all of the teacher parties, and you drank. But you were far too young to be a teacher but needed training for your powers, so you were technically a student. And you were technically out of bounds, but you never really Logan as a rule follower.

"You've been avoiding me." Logan confronted.

"I uh, no I haven't." You gulped, crossing your arms over your pebbled nipples.

"Don't act shy now." He taunted.

"You can't speak to-."

"Honey, your no kid. " Logan pressed, "And I wouldn't be hitting on you if I couldn't smell how slick you get between your pretty little legs. I can see you." Your mouth fell open in a breath as you gazed up at him before darting forward and connecting your lips in a hard kiss.

Logan's arms wrapped back around you, pulling you in tight before pushing you up against the wall. The sounds of your kissing echoed through the hallway. His lips were messy against yours as you swore your head felt dizzy. That's when the two of you heard the echo of a creak, he immediately pulled away from you and darted his head around. Your hands come up to your lips, as Logan shakes his head, glancing over at you.

"Shouldn't have done that." He grunted, before turning on his heel and thumping down the hallway and you were just sat there, still against the wall, trying to process what the hell just happened.