The Top Delinquent Chapter 10: Derelict Cottage

A/N: There is uncomfortable sexual content, physical abuse and domestic violence mentioned in this chapter, it’s basically the whole chapter so if this is a trigger for you, please do not read.

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“No?” He snapped back, annoyed that you were being so difficult right off the bat. “I care about your body, your sexy ass, your tits, that face when you’re sucking my dick and you look up at me.” He said as he turned around and grabbed your chin in his hand, tilting your face up sharply so he could look down at you, “stick out your tongue, baby.” He commanded.

“Fuck off.” You barked, smacking his hand away, “you don’t even talk to me for months and then now all of a sudden you wanna fuck. I don’t think so!”

“HEY? I’ve been busy, ok?” He said sharply back, “I thought I could get some peace and love from you but no, looks like you’ve become a brat since we’ve been apart. Maybe because you’re crushing on that other guy.”

Your blood boiled, how dare he insinuate you had a thing for Iida.

“You know what? Fuck you,” you seethed, hopping off the motorbike, “I’m done.”

You put his helmet down on the bike seat and turned and started walking back down the path towards the road, not caring how long it was going to take you to walk back home.

“Hey woah?” He called out from behind you, “you can’t walk all the way back home, where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“I don’t give a shit.” You shouted back to him, “anywhere else is better than being here with YOU!”

He jogged after you, reaching for your hand to pull on it.

“Baby.” He coo’d.

“Don’t fucking ‘baby’ me, you fucking muppet. I’ll cut your dick off!” You shouted as you flung his hand off your hand and spun to face him.

“Woah, feisty, I like it, come and unleash some of that frustration in the bedroom.” He leered.

“No.” You pouted.

“Come on, you know you want to.” He cajoled.

“No, fuck off.” You growled.

“Ahhhh, you don’t mean that.” He said as he grabbed you around the waist and hoisted you up against his body and turned to carry you to the dilapidated cottage.

You fought him weakly, kind of liking that he wasn’t going to give up on you that easily but kind of not liking that he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

He carried you to the front door and pushed it open.

“Ahhhh! Home, sweet, home!” He sung as he made his way across the wooden floor to one of the rooms.

“No it’s not.” You grumbled as he walked into one of the rooms and dropped you down onto the bare mattress there.

“Come here and let me pleasure you.” He said lowly as he crawled over your body, kissing you down your neck as his fingers hastily undid your school top.

You allowed him but at the same time you really weren’t in the mood for this.

He undid your top and growled at your breasts, squeezing them in a haphazard way that really wasn’t doing anything in the way of getting you turned on.

You looked away out the window and watched the trees swaying gently in the late afternoon sunshine, wishing that you were with someone else at that point.

D/H kissed down your torso, lifting your school skirt up and pulling your panties off.

Again, you allowed him, apathetically dreaming out the window as he moaned and groaned to himself, muttering things about your pussy.

He bent his head down and pushed his tongue against your clit, his heavy hot breath rushing across your pelvic bone as his laboured breathing increased.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he slid his tongue along your folds, lapping furiously at them.

“I’m trying to get into this but I’m really not feeling it right now.” You thought as your brows knitted slightly.

“D/H, I don’t wanna do this, sorry.” You stated gruffly as you reached down and pushed his head away, wriggling up the bed slightly and closing your legs.

“Oh? You want something more, do you?” He leered as he reached for his belt and unbuckled it.

“NO, you ass, I don’t want to have sex with you.” You said loudly, “go away.” You muttered as you sat up and looked for your underwear.

“Oh, I see how it is?” D/H snapped angrily, “you’ve probably already fucked so many other guys, huh? Running around like a whore, legs open every lunch time at school.” He said cruelly.

You lashed out and kicked him in the chest, sending him backwards off the mattress and landing heavily on the floor.

“Oh shit!” You gasped internally when you saw what had happened. “Fuck! I’m sorry!” You yelped out loud, I didn’t mean to kick you, you just made me mad, I—,”

D/H pulled himself up and reached forward, grabbing you by the arm and yanking you towards him.

“Don’t you dare do that again, you hear me?” He growled, removing his hand from your arm and knitting it into your hair firmly while tugging it to make sure there was some serious tension on your scalp. “Do that again and I’ll fuck you up.”

Tears welled in your eyes as all the flashbacks of your father hitting you came to the foreground, images of your fathers angry face meshing with your boyfriends face and you whimpered pitifully.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You wailed softly.

“Fuck it, I’m taking you home since you’re being such a frigid bitch.” He snapped as he threw you backwards into the bed. “Button your top up, scum.”

And with that he hopped up and stormed out of the room.

You whimpered to yourself, tears streaming down your cheeks as you looked down and slowly did your top up feeling ashamed and dirty, keenly award of the slick from his saliva between your legs.

After finding your underwear and putting it back on you walked out of the cottage and headed over to where he was sitting on the bike, accepting the helmet from him with your head down in shame.

Silently he started the bike and you got on, allowing him to take you home.

He dropped you off on the corner of your street and sped off, not another word being spoken that whole time.

You hung your head and dragged yourself home, feeling like shit.

As you opened the front door you were met by an enraged drunk father who yelled in your face, calling you every name under the sun before punching you in the face.

You only just made it to your room before passing out, your right eye throbbing as sleep finally found you.

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