hugh jackman/characters one shots/imagines

Some Kind Of Drug**

warnings: drug use!weed, smoking, use of dab rigs, shotgun kiss, , smut: oral! fem receiving!, p in v unprotected!, high consensual sex, multi orgasms!, overstimulation

Logan usually wasn't around when you were smoking weed, it wasn't that he didn't want to know about it though. He hadn't stayed the night at your place before. But tonight, the two of you had been watches movies. You were lucky that you could take out your battery to your smoke alarms or otherwise you wouldn't be able to smoke in your apartment.

You grabbed your things from the kitchen and brought them into the living room. Setting down your rolling tray that held your small dab rig. The difference between a rig and a bong was usually size, and for the most part 'dab rigs' were for dabs or wax. But instead of having a bowl for the flower, you had a quartz banger that sat in the down stem. Logan just stared at the little plate that had a little purple and black silicone puck that held your wax. His eyes widened when you brought out a butane torch, but he leant against the couch acting as if it didn't surprise him.

You opened a window, before you sat by the side of him on the small two-person couch. Your feet folded under you as grabbed your little scooper tool to get some wax out of the puck. "So, what is wax? How is that weed?"

"It's made by extracting the THC from the plant."

"Oh, and it makes wax?"

"I suppose so." You replied, lifting your tool with a scoop of wax on it. "Not even sure if this will affect you."

"Well, we can certainly try."

Even though he watches you do it, he isn't really focused on what your hands were doing. Your lips puckered around the mouthpiece, and he watched as you filled your lungs with the smoke. You pulled the rig back from your mouth, keeping hold of the smoke in your mouth as you set down the rig before leaning forward towards Logan. He turned into you as your hands came to the side of his face, scooching forward to blow some of the smoke into his mouth. He inhaled, his eyes never closing as he watched your shut eyes, as you pressed your mouth to his and blew into his mouth.

He didn't hold the smoke for very long and he didn't really feel much from that. But all he knows is that was definitely hot, his hands came to your hips, as your lips shaped into an 'o' as you let the smoke rise from your mouth, pulling you back into him. As you giggled, your hands coming to his face and pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss. "I think I'll give you a big dab."

"Yeah? What does that mean?" Logan coaxed, his hands smoothing at your love handles as his mouth goes to your neck and lightly peppers kisses.

"You'll see." You smiled, before leaning back to grab your tray and setting it on your thigh. You started scooping him up the wax and twirling around the tool to the excess. You reached forward handing it to Logan as you moved back on his thighs, turning so you could light the torch. His other arm came to splay his hand against your back, before tucking you into his side. The banger slowly grew to a bright almost orange red, as you spun the dial back down and the flame extinguished. You scooted forward to set the torch down, holding the rig up as you bent over. Then you turned back towards him, resting your knees on either of his thighs. You traded him the dab rig for the tool, you helped him put up to his mouth, your hand coming over his large one. His hand almost looks comical holding the base of the rig, his fingers covering the whole water chamber.

Logan had so much trust in his eyes as the red slowly went away, his eyes flickering down to the banger before glancing back up at you. You waited a few more seconds before dropping the dab, "Inhale baby." You swirled the tool around the bottom of the nail, you watched him inhale, looking down at the rig as you pulled it back. "Blow out real quick so you smoke the rest."