“Freak” (Bully! Touya x Goth! Reader)
College AU
WARNINGS: slight breeding kink, degradation, humiliation, vouyerism(?), slight masochism, obsession, slapping, choking, hair pulling, bullying, spitting, female and male orgasm, Touya’s just really mean outside and inside the bedroom.
Synopsis: Touya Todoroki is the campus legend who can buy anything he wants and have any girl he wants and for some reason he wants the freaky goth chick.
W.c: 4,879
It’s shocking really that Touya out of all people ended up going to one of the best universities in the country, in fact he wasn’t supposed to because of how AWFUL his grades were in high school (he’s not dumb he just fucks around too much) but of course when you come from one of the richest families in the country then you get everything you want.
Touya was stereotypical and simple really. He’s rich, stupidly hot, popular, he likes hot chicks, has more friends than the average man and gets more ass than a toilet seat. His ways with women made everyone else look stupid, he was good, a little TOO good. He could wake up at 7:00 AM and his dm’s and texts would be flooded with random girls. Of course he would try and have time for some of them but when you’ve got 50 girls in your dm’s that’s kinda hard to keep up with.
Touya liked simple girls, he liked girls who looked normal, acted normal, spoke normal, overall just NORMAL. All of that freaky goth shit? HA! You’ve gotta be out of your fucking mind if you actually thought that THE Touya Todoroki—the eldest son of the CEO of Todoroki Holdings—would fuck some weird goth? PLEASE! No, no goths weren’t his thing, he’d rather fuck a girl whose glasses were too big for her and her braces would slice his dick up and down then be associated with a goth.
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October 1st, 10:30 AM
You were weird, like really weird that was the first thing he noticed when you walked into his history class. A transfer student the professor said you were? Why were you so fucking quiet? Why did your eyeliner look like that? Those fucking boots? How haven’t you broken your fucking ankles wearing those?
You sat down next to him, the only seat available in this overcrowded class. He got a closer look at you though. You weren’t ugly, not in the slightest, those damn lips did you justice. You had a nice rack Touya would give you that— fuck what’s wrong with him? You’re just some freaky goth chick who probably worships some type of God that sounds like you’re possessed and speaking in tongues.
He leaned close to you with a wolfish grin, come on it’s fine to have some… fun, with the new goth girl, hell it’s so EASY to make fun of you.
“Hey,” he whispered and lightly tapped your arm, making you look at him. Fuck your eyes were really fucking pretty. “The fuck is all of… this?” He asked and waved his hand up and down at you, pointing out every single ‘flaw’ of your outfit. “I guess you’re just really excited for Halloween, huh?” He teased cruelly with a slight hiss that made you cringe in discomfort.
The bullying became relentless after that. His friends and him would taunt you and make comments, he’d try and get a reaction from you, he’d corner you, tease you, as a ‘joke’ he’d cruelly flirt with you.
But you never had a damn reaction, you’d just stare at him as if you were fucking bored. What the hell is he doing that’s so boring to you? He tugged on your choker just yesterday and you just looked at him as if he was some annoying bug. Why haven’t you hit him? Hell at least YELL at him! Just give him a damn reaction!
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October 20th, 2:30 AM
He invited some random cheerleader over. Pretty girl, blonde hair, tan, clumpy mascara, and a body only a porn star could have. She didn’t mean anything to him, he just needed to relieve some stress.
When she came over things were hot, way too hot. She was on top of him with her tongue down his throat and she was moaning and palming his bulge through his jeans.
The only problem? He can’t get it up, like at all. He tried squeezing the girls boobs, groping her ass, bucking his hips against her hand, something! But nope it wasn’t getting up at all and he wanted to literally die on the inside. This has never happened, not once in his damn life has he ever been soft with a damn cheerleader on top of him.
He tried to think of something, anything, only for a memory of YOU to pop up in his mind. It was from earlier today, you were standing up out of your seat after class was over and you dropped some book you were reading and when you bent over to pick it up your black jean mini skirt rode up and it had exposed your panties.
Moment he thought of that, he was solid as a rock, like he was so hard that if he could probably break concrete. It freaked him out really, I mean he’s got a hot cheerleader grinding on him and all he could think of was some creepy goth chick. The same creepy goth chick that one time made eye contact with him and it made him shiver. Fuck he was losing his mind.
He still had sex with the cheerleader, he couldn’t embarrass himself, only problem was that the entire time he pictured you. Those plump cherry lips and those ‘I’m gonna ruin your life and you’re gonna thank me for it’ eyes, he couldn’t stop. Even when he started to go a little bit too rough on the girl he still pictured you. Shit what kind of kinks were you into? What do goth chicks like? Masochism is it called? That weird BDSM shit? It sounded weird and he hated the thought of him spitting in your mouth and degrading you. Thinking about that made him even harder and it made him go rougher on the girl.
He wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed, pushing her down into the mattress with his hips slapping against hers and his hand tightening more and more around her throat.
“T-too much!” The girl squealed, morning and letting out choked sobs. “Fuck Touya! S-slow down!”
Touya was relentless, he couldn’t slow down, it was impossible, because all he could think about is what you’d look like with your panties stuffed in your mouth while you moaned and squirmed. He couldn’t help the thought of mascara stained tears of pain, overstimulation, and pleasure pouring down your face. He couldn’t help the thought of turning you into some crybaby.
“Shut the fuck up.” Touya growled in the girl’s ear. It was annoyance, he couldn’t stand this chick, she was fucking annoying. He was annoyed by the fact that he was buried inside some girl and not you. Fuck he could imagine the sight of you with a ball gag over your mouth, handcuffed to the headboard, railing into you over and over again until you pled for mercy. Shit what’s wrong with him? He’s turning into some type of sick freak.
When the cheerleader left she was pissed, satisfied with the sex of course, but pissed. The stories she usually heard about Touya was that he’s dominant and rough yes but still passionate. Not some hardcore freak.
He was surprised himself really. He thought about it when he was alone in his bedroom after she left. He’s never once been into the whole hardcore stuff until he saw you. Was it because of those sexy spiked bracelets you wore? Or the fact that you did a report on the Salem Witch Trials for history class? He had no idea but one thing he knew is that you were giving him a new kink.
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October 25th, 10:45 AM
Even after that night with the cheerleader he can’t stop thinking about you. He hated you really, all you did was sit there and act nonchalant and look pretty all fucking day, all fucking night, 24-fucking-7 and he didn’t get it. Every time he goes to bed he’s remembering the way your legs looked wearing those torn and worn out fishnets, the way you bit your plump lips when you were writing down notes on your laptop, fuck you were all he could think about. Every single wet dream was about you, about how you’d look on your knees and looking up at him with a smile as he called you mean names. It was fucked up really, he’s always been into that rough stuff but never… THAT.
But just the thought of seeing you whimpering beneath him, the thought of feeling what your soft black painted lips would taste like on his moisturized ones, the thought of you in his bed every day and every night.
And today, the way you look in class right now made him feral. That damn long skirt, that velvet top with the long flared sleeves, those fucking boots! You looked like a god damn witch and he wanted you to hex him. Hell maybe you already did… fuck that’s so hot. You’re so pretty it’s stupid.
He leaned forward towards you with a cocky smirk. “What are you doing after class? Freaks like you like black coffee right?” He asked, drumming his fingers on the desk in anticipation for your answer.
You stayed silent, barely even spoke to him. Figures, he just insulted you.
He leaned back in his seat with an eye roll and a scoff. “Whatever, bitch.” He mumbled and focused back on the lesson. But he couldn’t help but pull out his phone and take a sneaky picture of you and send it to his friend Keigo.
[Touya]: is it just me or is freakshow looking kinda cute?
[Keigo]: man gtfo my phone.
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October 31st, 11:00 AM
History ended, you were packing up your things and you looked good, good enough to eat, good enough to let you ruin his life and taste in women. Shit you were already ruining his taste in women.
“Hey,” he called out to you, tapping you on the shoulder. His breath hitched when you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes that he wish he could stare in for eternity. “I’m guessing you have no where to be tomorrow? You know since you dress like… that.” He asked with a fake cruel laugh. He had to keep up the appearance, had to make sure nobody knew that Touya Todoroki hasn’t been wanting a goth girl for the past few weeks.
You went to go speak but he cut you off—
“Yeah you’ve got nowhere to be,” he filled in with a roll of his eyes and a smile. “So typical, you goths never make friends.”
He looked away from you and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, shoving his right hand in the right pocket of his expensive jeans. “You like parties?” He asked and looked back at you, seeing the slightly surprised look on your face. “My frat is hosting a Halloween party tonight… it’d be cool if you came.” He mumbled but straightened his posture and crossed both arms over his chest with raising his voice a bit. He had to keep up the act, couldn’t let you find out that he thought you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
You hesitated for a long moment but nodded your head slowly as you put the rest of your things in your backpack. He was relieved that you said ‘yes’, even after being a fucking asshole to you, you said yes.
He smiled but quickly made it smaller, trying to make his smile cocky. “Y-yeah, I knew a desperate weirdo like you would—uh—would say yes.” He said but all of it was cracky, stuttering, and awkwardness. He felt sweaty, like he had just ran a fucking four day marathon.
His smirk faltered though when he saw you packing up the rest of your stuff. He didn’t wanna admit it but he didn’t want you to leave, he knew that you had another class in thirty minutes.
He quickly stepped in front of you a bit, trying to look casual. “Hey, let me walk you,” he offered and put both hands in his pockets. “I mean it’s the least I can do for being a prick to you.”
You hesitated but nodded in agreement. You leaned down to keep picking up your stuff but he moved you out of the way and picked up the rest of your stuff in a jerky movement.
“No, let me,” he laughed nervously, still trying to keep up his cool ‘bad boy’ persona. “Can’t let those raptor claws break.” He said and darted his eyes towards your long black stiletto nails. Your hands were so pretty, those elegant fucking fingers that would look even better wrapped around his—
He shook his head quickly, banishing those thoughts. Wrong place wrong time, right now all that mattered was acting normal and walking you to class. But even as the both of you walked he kept trying to think of something to talk about.
“You like music?” He asked plainly. Stupid question, of course you liked music. “I bet you like that dark metal shit, huh?” He asked and stared down at you.
He cleared his throat awkwardly and looked down at the items in his hands, seeing that book ‘Wuthering Heights’ you’ve been reading.
“Wuthering Heights, huh?” He asked with a small chuckle and held out the book for you to see. “Seems like something a goth like you would read.” He commented and blushed a bit. Making conversation with you was harder than he thought.
He cleared his throat quickly to fix his words. “I mean it’s not like it’s a bad book,” he reassured in an almost stuttering tone. “It’s just like… it’s not a romance book, you know?” He reminded, waiting to see if you know this or not. “But you don’t take me for the romance type.”
When the both of you were outside your class he stopped and gripped onto your items, squeezing harder and harder. Fuck your eyes were pretty, you had a nice rack too—shit he’s a complete douchebag.
“So like… I’ll see you at that party, right?” He asked as you took your stuff out of his hand. “Because if you don’t go that’s fine, I mean I know freaks—”
Before he could even finish his sentence you had already walked into the classroom and shut the door in his face.
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October 31st, 11:30 PM
The frat house smelled disgusting, filled with the scent of sex, money, drugs, alcohol, and sins. College students on top of each other, their costumes either too lewd or prude, a group of people were outside in the jacuzzi, two people are in the bathroom fucking.
He’d been looking for you all night, waiting for you to show up. Shit he hopes you showed up, he dressed up as Ghostface when he overheard you talking to your friend about the Scream franchise. Pathetic he knows but just the thought of (maybe) impressing you made his heart race.
Each time he asked his frat brothers they all said ‘no’, he wasn’t trying to make it obvious that he wanted you here but it was starting to get obvious.
“Have you seen (Y/N)?” Touya asked his frat brother, Keigo. “I’ve been looking for her.”
“The fuck’s your problem?” Keigo asked Touya in a confused voice, a random brunette was pressed against his side with his hand squeezing her ass and his other hand held a red solo cup filled with jungle juice. “Why are you looking for that freakshow?”
Touya just shook his head and walked away, still looking for you, his heart beating fast, his palms sweating, breathing heavily beneath the mask. It was too much, fuck if you didn’t show up now he was gonna shut this place down consequences be damned.
And when he finally saw you walk in his eyes lit up. Your costume was simple, you dressed as Amanda Young from Saw 1. he like it, he LOVED IT. He loved the way the mask looked on you, he loved the boots, the tights, the everything.
And he found himself making a quick way towards you, pushing whoever was in front of him out of the way, not giving a fuck about who or what it was. Let them fall, let them rot, he has better things to do.
“Never thought you’d come,” he said and lifted up his mask, standing tall and making sure you can see who he’s dressed as. “I’m dressed as ghostface, I bet you don’t know who that is.” He said with a fake scoff, trying to sound like he was better than you. It was a lie of course, Touya’s actually never seen the movie nor cared about it but he knows you have.
You went to go speak again but he cut you off with a wave of his hand in front of your face. “You look hot,” he said and looked you up and down. “You should’ve worn a tinier skirt.” He said and licked his lips from the thought of you wearing a skirt the size of a damn belt. “If you wore a shorter skirt you’d have a chance with me.”
You scoffed in disgust and disbelief, immediately walking away from him. It pissed him off so he followed you.
“I’m trying to make conversation over here, stop being a bitchy goth.” He hissed and grabbed your wrist, looking into your eyes and just staring. “I invited you and and the thanks I get is you walking away from me? Come on at least thank me.”
You stayed silent in anger and annoyance.
“Here, give me a kiss and I’ll apologize.” He said and leaned in close to you, gripping your hip tight. “Come on goth girl, kiss me.” He demanded and pressed his lips against yours. You kissed him back, enjoying the taste of the moisturizer on his chapped lips.
He pulled away and trailed his fingers down your stomach. “I bet your type is frat guys,” he whispered in your ear, making his way down to your thighs and up your skirt slowly. “Since you’re letting me touch you like this.”
His hand went up further until it went up underneath your skirt and he cupped your sex, pushing you against the wall next to the doorway and not caring who’s watching anymore. Fuck this, who cares if he decided to fuck the goth bitch? If anything he’s the lucky one.
He started to rub the heel of his palm against your clothed covered clit and his fingers kept grazing your slit. Your panties were soaking wet, almost dripping down your thighs and he practically pounced on you…
But not yet.
“You a virgin?” He asked as he moved his hand beneath your panties and rubbed your slit up and down with his fingers, pressing his thumb against your clit gently and slowly rubbing it, making you gasp and whimper. “Yeah you’re a virgin, nobody wants to fuck the girl that looks like she’d sacrifice a goat.”
He was so mean, so mean, so mean, so mean. The way he smirked at each jab, the way his eyes would shine from every pant. It was everything he needed, he got a reaction out of you.
“You know what I think of you?” He asked as he plunged two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out slowly but rough. You moaned, the loud music made your moan sound like a whisper. You were flustered, embarrassed from the fact that he was doing this out in the open and nobody was paying attention or just didn’t care.
He leaned in closer into your ear with a cocky smirk. “I think this ‘shy goth’ girl act is a complete fake,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling on your pierced lobe. “I think in all reality you’re even more of a freakshow than you already are when you’re alone.” He growled and started to move his fingers faster and faster. The heel of his palm rubbed against your clit and you could already feel your orgasm approaching you. The feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers was making him go feral.
“I bet you’re into whips and chains, huh?” He assumed, his hot breath breathing right into your ear. “I bet you like the idea of a man like me pinning you down to the floor and ripping off this fucking costume and taking what I want.” He growled and brushed his lips against yours, not kissing you… yet.
“You’re a freak,” he spat with a low groan, his cock straining against his zipper as he started to hump your thigh a bit. “A goth freak who should be lucky a guy like me is crazy about you.” He bragged and smiled even wider. “I hate goth chicks, you’re lucky you’re hot or else I would’ve kicked you out of this party in less than ten seconds.”
You moaned and dug your nails into his tattooed biceps, your eyes rolled back into your skull and your spine arched into the perfect bow. The feeling of your perfect breasts against his chest made him wanna rip that stupid pink sweater off of you to see if he was right about your nipples being pierced (him and Keigo bet $50 on it of course).
“You look pretty when you cum,” he complimented when he felt the feeling of your release soaking his fingers and dripping onto his palm. “You’re too pretty to be a freak.” He said and removed his fingers from your dripping hole, bringing his hand up to his mouth and licking his fingers.
Before you could catch your breath he was already bringing you upstairs, drunk college students stared at him but he couldn’t care less really. Let them look, let them realize that Touya Todoroki scored an untouchable goddess.
When he brought you back to his room he immediately slammed the door shut and locked it. His room was messy, smelled like cheap perfume from all of the women who have been in here, stale beer, expensive cologne, band posters littered the walls and dirty clothes were strewn everywhere.
Before you could say anything he was already pushing you onto the bed and flipping you onto your hands and knees. He pressed his hand against the back of your head and kept your face down and ass up.
“For a goth girl you’ve got a nice ass,” he rumbled and pulled down your skirt, tights, and panties, exposing your bare, hairless, dripping pussy. “Shit… you’re killing me, y’know that?” He groaned and ripped the reverse bear trap off of you, throwing it across the room and possibly breaking it.
You could hear him stripping off his costume and mask, the $45 ghostface costume was now thrown across the room and Touya stood behind you in just a pair of expensive black boxers. Your eyes widened when he took them off and your jaw almost dropped. He was big and thick with a Jacob’s ladder rubbing up his shaft and a Prince Albert piercing on his tip, over 8 inches at least.
He used his own spit to wet his manhood, stroking himself up and down and lining himself up with your entrance. A cruel twisted smile corrupted his face and it made you shiver in nervousness and reluctant excitement.
“I hope you know that you turned me into a masochist,” he growled, it sounded hateful, like he hated you for making him have new kinks. “I fucking hate you for that.” He grit through his teeth, fisting your hair and twisting it until it was wrapped around his wrist.
Without warning he slammed into you without any adjusting. You let out a scream of pain that turned into a moan of pleasure when he started thrusting in and out of you. He was being rough, fast, mean, everything that would make a normal girl cry but you weren’t crying, you were moaning and enjoying this.
He groaned and released your hair, instead using one hand and hooking two fingers inside your mouth, tugging on your cheek; his other hand cracked against your ass, making you let out a choked gurgled cry from the sharp smacks. Your ass was covered with his handprints, the rings on his fingers hurting even more.
His cock plunged in and out of you and he didn’t care if you were hurting or not, what mattered was that he was finally getting what he wanted. Your velvet walls squeezed around him and it made him moan loudly, causing him to go even harder than he already was.
“You’re my girlfriend now,” he said in a low growl, removing his hand out of your mouth and grabbing your hair again. He forced you to arch your spine until you were in pain and looking into his cold turquoise eyes. “I don’t care if you like someone else or don’t date, you’re my girlfriend now.” He hissed and shoved your face back down into the mattress. He could see you gripping the bedsheets and accidentally tearing them with your long and sharp nails but he didn’t care, he’s rich he can replace them… well more so his dad is rich.
“I don’t care whether or not you wanna be my girlfriend,” he said and went harder to the point where you started crying, crying like a damn crybaby. He loved it, he was so happy. He wanted more, wanted to hear you scream. “I don’t give a fuck if someone else likes you, hell i’ll beat the shit out of them actually. Break their fucking noses, arms, legs, everything.”
Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull and you clenched around him again, tears now pouring down your face and you were babbling like a hot mess.
He quickly flipped you onto your back and you gasped when he wrapped both hands around your throat, pushing you down, down, down, down into the mattress until your back hurt.
His thrusts became harder and faster to the point where it was borderline painful and you tried to lift your legs to close them but he used his knees to hold them down.
“Open your stupid fucking mouth.” He demanded and smiled when you obeyed. You coughed and gurgled a bit when he tightened his hands around your throat until your face was turning red. “Stick out your tongue.” He demanded his a growl. When you stuck out your tongue he smiled even wider like the damn Cheshire Cat and spat on your tongue. “Swallow.” He ordered, removing his right hand away from your throat and cracking his hand across your face. He didn’t care that you whimpered in pain, all he cared about was this moment right here.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head from lack of oxygen and the feeling of your orgasm approaching you. Your eyes widened and you let out a choked cry and wail when he rubbed your clit side to side and in circles, the feeling of your sensitive nub made your manicured toes curl and your pussy clench once your orgasm hit you and you started gushing around his cock.
He let out a feral growl and stared into your eyes. “Nghhhh—you should be lucky that a goth freak like you is dating a fucking God like me,” he growled and dipped his head low, pressing his lips against yours and shoving his tongue down your throat. He moaned when his tongue piercing clicked against your own.
He pulled back just a little bit and pressed his forehead against yours. “You’re a freak, a fucking weirdo who probably used to get their ass kicked everyday for dressing like a fucking Halloween prop,” he insulted and slapped your face again. “But that just makes you even more fun, makes me like you, makes me wanna keep you locked in my life even though you’ll hate it.”
With a low possessive groan his hips started to stutter and he rut into you faster, the feeling of his climax made you moan when you felt his dick pulsing inside of you.
He didn’t care nor did he ask if you were on birth control or not, all he cared about was filling you up and seeing it leaking out of you like how when you cut into a molten lava cake the lava pours out onto the plate.
He moaned louder than he ever has when his release approached him, his cum staining and filling your walls, so much cum that it was already leaking out of you even with his dick clogged inside of you.
He panted heavily and shakily, slowly pulling out of you with a wet squelch and admiring his art. The gooey white liquid dripped out of you and down your thighs and on the bed. His smile widened even more when he saw your face, the handprints that littered that beautiful face and your hair was tangled and knotted from him pulling on it. Your makeup was a god damn hot mess and some had rubbed off onto his bed.
He let out a breath of exhaustion and laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you in place to make sure you didn’t try and leave.
“Stupid fucking freak.”
