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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Wolverine_(Movies), X-Men_(Movieverse), X-Men_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Laura_Kinney_&_Logan, Logan/Laura_Kinney
  Character:
      Laura_Kinney, Logan_(X-Men)
  Additional Tags:
      Kinky, Extremely_Underage, Road_Head, Car_Sex, Rough_Sex, Semi-Public
      Sex, Parent/Child_Incest, Parent-Child_Relationship, Pure_Smut, Plot_What
      Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Oral_Sex, Rough_Oral_Sex
  Series:
      Part 1 of Logan_and_Laura!
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-13 Words: 2564
****** Sorry, Not Sorry ******
by Irllywanttodie
Summary
     Laura is sent back in time from the future to live with the guilt of
     her friends. And wait, read my fucking username.
read my fucking username...
Laura awoke, letting out an ear splitting shriek as she looked around the room,
her face stained with tears. "Marcus!! Marcus! Marcus-"

Her screams went into silence as a hand grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to
turn back to spot a woman, dressed in a white lab coat, long ginger hair down
to her shoulders. Laura already knew what was happening. "Jean." She breathed
out, her voice now becoming panicked. Then, another realization. She smiled,
hopping out of the stretcher, looking down at her patient hospital gown.
Charles was still alive. And her father, Logan. She was sent back into the
past. "Charles!" Laura whooped, almost skidding out the door and down to hall
towards an elevator with a large X crossed over the opening doors. "Hey,
sweetheart, don't go!" Laura ignored every word from her excitement bubbling up
inside her. Hell, she didn't care if they didn't remember her. She just
remembered them.
 
She pressed the buttons on the elevator, which stopped at every floor, until
she reached a hallway with a sea of children talking to each other. She stepped
out, her smile wide, on the brink of tears. "Charles?!" She called out, with
the other kids only passing by her.
 
"Charles?!" A boy turned to the petite 10 year old, smiling lightly. "Um... you
lost?" She snapped her attention up, spotting a tall light skinned boy, with a
warm smile. She studied his facial features, then down his body. "I want
Charles." She responded. He smiled awkwardly, his hand pointing in the
direction of a large door with a letter X over it. Just like everything else.
 
Before he could say anything else, she pushed past him, her feet pounding
against the wood floor with ever step. She forced the doors open. And there he
was, alive. And breathing. He was in his wheelchair, writing down on a blank
sheet of paper. He glanced up to meet Laura's tearful gaze. "Charles!!" She
sped over to the elder, almost causing his paperwork to fly off his desk and
him to fall out of his wheelchair when she wrapped her arms around him.
 
He was stunned for a few seconds, letting out a hiss of pain from the pressure
on his leg. He didn't know this girl. Not until he read her thoughts. He shut
his eyes, focusing his mind on hers.

All of his memories from the future flooded into the past, everything she
remembered was so vivid. After only a few seconds, his eyes bolted open. Even
tears became apparent in his eyes.

That's when finally, he wrapped his own arms around her. "Laura, is it?" He
asked laughing between his words. "You remember." She whispered, her grip
around him tightening. "I never forget." She squeezed him as soon as she heard
the doors to the office open.

"Professor." Jean's voice said out of breath. "Are you alright, Professor? Is
she alright?" He scooped her up from under her legs and placed her on his lap.
Her arms managed to stay locked around him. "We're fine, Jean. Um... would you
mind getting Logan in here?" He asked softly, the red haired girl noticing
Laura's body jolt.
 
"Of... of course." She stuttered out reluctantly, shooting Charles a
questioning look. He only nodded softly as the girl shifted around. Jean nodded
a last time and left without a word. Laura finally got up. She looked around
the office, staring at the posters all the way to the little toys and gadgets
on his desk. She then picked up a small circular ball with an X across it, like
everything else in this building. "It's a stress ball." Charles chimed in as
she continued to study the rubber ball, stretching it out, squeezing it and
bouncing it on the ground.

Laura looked up to smile at the older man, only to be interrupted from the door
opening with the dramatic entrance of Logan. She held her breath, retreating
back into the shoulder of Charles. She was too nervous to even look at him.
 
"Laura," Charles whispered, pointing to the direction of Logan, "show him.
Don't be ashamed." He murmured, pushing her off him to where they were making
eye contact. "Why do you want me here with a kid? I don't... know this school
well." Laura looked to Logan, pushing off of his wheel chair. She took a step
forwards, almost cautiously. She took another step towards him, reaching her
hand out and balling them into fists.
 
He looked down to her hand, unsure of what to do with it. "Hold you hand out."
She said finally. Logan stared for a while, thinking in silence as seconds
passed by. He didn't understand yet. But, he held his hand out anyway. "Show
me... the knives." She muttered, tracing her finger across his knuckles. This
time, he pulled his hand away, looking over to Charles for a response. He only
nodded with his lips curled into a smile.

Logan slowly raised his hand again, looking to Laura, as if to tell her to step
back. She smiled lightly, doing as he was told. Knives practically shot out of
his knuckles, his body jolting from the pain. But it faded away quickly.
 
She stepped closer to him, taking her hand into his. Knives grew out of her
knuckles too, but she refused to react to the pain. She instead wrapped her
small arms around his waist, causing Logan to stiffen up from the hug and her
'gift'. "Daddy."
"Meet your daughter, Logan."
His eyes darted down to the child, her eyes shut. She looked so peaceful. "Her
name... is Laura." He introduced. Logan was frozen, he couldn't hug her back.
All he could do was just stand there in shock. "I want you to take her, Logan."
Laura's grip tightened around him, not caring that he let out a choked groan of
pain. "No. No. I don't... do well with kids." He said quietly, not caring if
Laura heard him or not. He was barely father material and an alcoholic, and out
of everything, why would Charles give him permission to take care of this
child? He then pushed her off, ignoring the fact that she followed after him as
he stomped over to Charles.
 
"Charles." Logan growled as he turned back to face the professor.
 
"Logan." He said with a smile, "you might want to listen to her." He said it
like it was a warning. "She knows a lot more than you think."
Logan's breath hitched, looking down to the 9 year old who was standing by the
door and pulling on the handles. "You need to spend time with her, Logan. You
don't know what she's been through... just give her a chance, Logan." Charles
muttered, looking to the girl while she continued to pull on the handles.
"Trust her." Logan let out a growl from Charles argument, knowing he was right
about everything. "Come on." He snarled, turning back to the front door out of
Charles study. She turned back to Logan, her head tilted to the side.
 
12 Hours on The Road
 
"Logan?" Laura muttered, looking over to her father, seeing his hands grip on
the steering wheel just to assure himself he was awake. "You're tired." She
sighed. He just chuckled. "And you're entertaining." He sighed, his shoulders
arching as he started to relax and continued to get used to his new company.
She doesn't answer, not yet. She nodded, pushing a strand of her brown hair
behind her ear. "What's a blow job?" Logan hit the brakes, both flying
forwards, and caught themselves by gripping the seats. "I... heard Jean say...
that to... somebody."

Logan snorted, his eyes traveled over to Laura with a smile. "Nothing you need
to worry about." Laura's brow rose. "She was talking to you."

He sighed, looking over to her. "You eavesdropped." He said bitterly. 'Great.
Sticking her nose in places she shouldn't-' his thoughts became interrupted
from Laura's voice. "I was only listening."
 
Logan sighed loudly, his head turning back to the road, his hands now gripping
the steering wheel. "That's eavesdropping." He replied quietly, now turning the
keys to Cyclops car. "I want to know." She finally replied after the few
seconds of silence.
 
Logan sighed. "You're... you're just too young, okay?" He chuckled humorlessly.
She paused for a brief second, reaching into her pocket and digging into his
pocket, snatching his phone out. She pressed the small circular button which
the screen popped, with a microphone on the phone's screen. She clicked on it,
bringing up a sentence saying, 'how may I help you, Wolverine?'
 
"What is a blow job?" She asked into the phone. Immediately, thousands of
answers popped up on the little screen. She read the small lines on the screen
as Logan started to reach out for his phone.
 
She looked back over to Logan, tossing his phone onto his lap. "I've done
that." She said carelessly, like it wasn't a problem. "What?" Logan snarled.
 
"Who? Who did you-" she cut him off. "What's the big deal?" She asked calmly,
looking over to Logan who was taking quick glances to Laura and back to the
road. "What's the big deal? You're a kid, Laura." He said, offended. "Who the
hell would do that?" His voice rose, his hands gripping the steering wheel
tight enough for his knuckles to go white with strain.
 
"Control yourself, Logan." She warned, turning over to meet his gaze.
Without hesitation, she unbuckled her seatbelt and drew herself closer to
Logan, bending forwards to undo his fly. He grabbed the back of her head, his
other hand on the steering wheel. He pulled her away. "Hey! What-"
 
He slammed his foot into the brakes, causing Laura to fly forwards and fall
under the seat. "No me golpees nunca!" She shrieked, picking herself off the
floor, looking back over to Logan. "Todo el mundo solía pegarme! I'm not
useless!!" She then crawled back up in her seat, leaving both a confused and
flustered Logan.
 
"W-What was that all about?" Logan snapped, his arm gripping the side of her
seat. "I... I don't... know." She lied, shrugging her shoulders. "I just...
wanted to try it I guess." He let out a shaky sigh, pointing out the window.
"Why?"
"I feel different with you, Papa." She responded carelessly, her jaw clenching
when she spoke. She almost looked uncomfortable speaking about how she felt.
"Well, let me tell you... I'm nothing." He said finally. "I like nothing." She
responded quietly, grabbing her elbow and pulling her arm to her side. "I could
get in big trouble with the law..." she stared at him, somewhat confused by his
statement. She was now more amused than confused. She placed her small hand on
his shoulder, looking to the steering wheel. Laura felt... regret in a weird
way. She knew people liked sex, but why was it so different when it was with a
child, maybe because she was so innocent.
 
She looked back up to snap herself out of her thoughts, watching Logan's chest
heave up and down, his breath shuddering.
 
"God, fine, Laura. Just. Do it quickly, got it? I don't want to get caught."
 
Laura stared. She didn't reply, but only dipped her head and moved her hands at
his waist, messing with his belt, opening his zipper, pushing his cock out
through the slit on his underwear. He rolled up his window, just to be safe in
case they were being watched.
 
He barely had time to roll them up anyway before Laura's hand wrapped around
his rapidly hardening erection from her warm hands meeting his hard and cool
flesh and jerking it quickly, not taking her eyes off him. He kept sharing
glances with the road and back to Laura. "Careful... I get distracted easily."
Laura just rolled her eyes, just focusing on pleasing Logan. Logan swallowed
and risked a glance to Laura, his breath shuddering from the sound of the clink
of metal when Laura now unbuckled her seatbelt.
 
Laura adds her other hand to the base and she goes back down again. Logan
pushed her down from the sound of a car speeding by, and all he could hope for
was that they didn't see or they did see and thought it was something else.
 
Logan sighed with Laura's breath fanning hot against his cock and watching it
harden even more. "Don't crash the car." Is the last thing she said, harshly,
before her lips press to his head as a little kiss, then slipping her mouth
over the head of Logan's cock, her wet and hot mouth adjusting around him.
 
"H-Hah... Jesus fuck..." it almost sounded as if he was trying to hold his
breath. He stepped on the gas in surprise. Laura gags over the mouthful of
cock, but instead Laura ignores it and she slides lower.
 
It really has been a long time until Logan had gotten a blow job and that it
had never felt like this before. He shuts his eyes with his grip tightening
around the wheel, his knuckles going white from the amount of pressure.
 
She lets out another gag because his head hit the back of her throat which
caused her to pull back up a little, and Logan made a little noise of his own.
His fingers rake through her brown hair, then pushing her head down a little
more, but not too much of where she couldn't handle it. He looked back down to
Laura slipping up and down around his dick, but had to remind himself to keep
his eyes focused on the road and not her.
 
Laura's lips parted off of his head, a trail of saliva connecting between her
mouth to the head of his cock.
 
Her hand jerked his entire member with her hand which made it easier from the
amount of her saliva. Her right hand came up to fondle at Logan's balls through
his pants.
 
She then retracts back to wrap her lips around his dick again while Logan
pulled her pants down to her ankles, revealing her underwear drenched in
juices.
 
She pulled off to looked back up at him, watching him frown and then push her
head back down, his other hand gripped on the steering wheel. "I didn't say
stop." She let out a quiet moan when one of his fingers entered her warm, wet
entrance, sliding in easily making a light slicking noise.
 
"Fu-ck you're good at this." He growled.
 
Laura let out a yelp of both pain and pleasure when his hand grabbed under
stomach, messing with the cottony fabric of her shirt. He inched his way closer
to her chest until reaching her hard nipple. She was picking up her pace,
bobbing her head up and down quickly, gasping and choking for air.
 
"Shit, shit, fucking.... fuck!"
 
He slammed down on the gas, her saliva spilling everywhere on his shaft, balls,
and his fingers slid deeper in her, causing her to scream. And he finally
released a load into her mouth. Her eyes were heavy, panting like a dog. "Fuck,
kid. You alright?" He asked, pulling his car over to the side. "Mm..." she
managed to say, licking up the white liquid on her lips. "Did I do good,
Daddy?" He lifted her up. "Yeah... better than I expected."
 
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