✶ warnings › bullying, pity sex, degradation, dubcon-ish ✶
✶ pairing › lukecastellan x loser!reader ✶
✶ a/n › starting k-tober off light! he’s kinda mean in this!!! also, i’ve never written for this concept before, be kinddd (｡﹏｡") ✶
it’s truly a pity, the way you are.
at camp, it'd be better for you to just stay hidden. the way you dressed, your hair, how you hadn’t even had your first kiss. even with all the summers you’d come back to camp, nobody wanted to be caught dead with you.
“it’s just unfortunate,” you hear a high voice say through the wooden door. you’d been sitting on your bunk all day after making a fool of yourself down at the lake. “look at the girl! she can barely come out of her cabin without breaking down and sobbing. what a shame. luke?” she asks him, who you didn’t know was there.
he was kind, though. the kinda boy who you’d feel comfortable alone in an elevator with. he waved at you once, like, two summers ago. he also asked if you knew where he could get a blunt. so charming, that one!
“no, yeah… she’s—she’s a fuckin’ freak…” his mouth dried up. you weren’t that bad.
the rotten wooden floors creaked underneath your feet as you stood and softly walked toward the door, making sure neither of them heard you. the girl talking to luke shushed him, who wasn’t speaking at all, and leaned closer to the door, maybe pushing her ear up against it. “i think the bitch is listening right now!” and an obnoxious giggle followed right after. “hey, bitch, we can hear you!” she pounded her fists against the door before you stumbled back, tripping on a boot behind you.
you land flat on your ass. it throbs when you stand and run to the part of the cabin furthest from the door, barely holding back tears. “luke, i’m telling you, she’s nothing. quite literally nothing.” you can just barely make out her voice. footsteps trail away from your door, you stay glued to the wall.
and for days you sobbed at the thought of luke hating you. the one person you take a liking to happens to hate you. he probably likes whoever was with him on the other side of the door. they probably bond over their shared hatred for you. you hadn’t even come out of your cabin in fear of seeing luke after what happened! he’d know you as the girl who bust her ass after eavesdropping on a conversation with his girlfriend. or whoever that was. point still stands, he hates you.
didn’t take away from the fact you liked him a lot. his biceps, calves, thighs. anything about him, you liked. you slipped your fingers between your slick folds, lying flat on your bunk while everyone else laughed and socialized down at the bonfire by the lake. your fingers ran over your puffy clit, pushing on it, making your hips buck up. luke would push your hands out of the way and whisper, “l’me do it,” and his fingers would circle your sopping hole, threatening to push inside if you promised to be quiet. to not let anyone know what you two were doing. not because he was ashamed, because he wanted you to himself.
or maybe he’d stretch his arm out to your lips, a blunt held between his index and middle finger, “c’mon,” he’d say. “you’ll feel better, baby.”
that was romantic. him wanting you.
you screwed your eyes shut to the thought of that beautiful image. maybe he’d rut his cock against your ass at night after sneaking into your cabin. his fingers dig into your fleshy thighs as he gets himself off, inhaling your scent and moaning in your ear, letting you know you’re enough for him. “so beautiful. all i need… this right here,” voice all muffled from his face digging into your neck. “perfect.”
you finally worked up the courage to do something about this. you ached for him to be as close as you imagined. you found him lingering by the lake, lighting an expertly-rolled blunt with a matchstick. your eyes run over his form, biceps toned and all perfect right in front of you. “you need somethin’?” a plume of smoke escaped through his teeth as he spoke. “no—no, i wa—i needed a rock,” your fingers tangled behind your back as you looked at anything but him.
“you needed a rock?” a tinge of disbelief in his voice. he furrowed his eyebrows at you before bursting into laughter. a soft smile takes over your face as it warms with embarrassment. he found you funny. he wasn’t laughing with you, but you didn’t think he was fully laughing at you.
and so, you both sat and spoke for hours down at that lake. he made dumb jokes to you in an attempt to open you up, to get you to say something. you went back and forth asking each other questions about college and your lives outside of camp. his stories of parties and sex made you cringe but not for him, but for you.
he gave you the floor to talk about anything. you told him about school and how you’d done quite well this past year, but he wasn’t phased. “anything but that shit. no parties? drinking? have you even had sex? huh?” he expected you to admit it was all a joke and for you to share stories that were better left unsaid. nothing. did he not know? you were sure he hated you and knew about your isolationist tendencies, the same ones that barred you from forming any meaningful relationships in and outside of camp.
he took a drag from the blunt and threw his head back, exhaling. “no parties, drinking, weed, or sex?” he really stressed that last word, pulling his head back up and staring at you. waiting. you shook your head with your lips pressed into a line as his teeth dug into his bottom lip, examining your form. knees close to your chest with your arms wrapped around them, foot tapping the small pebbles settled underneath your ass.
weeks go by and you pass glances at one another from time to time. he lingers at the lake while you stay back, lying on your bunk. thinking.
there’s a slight knock at the front door of your cabin, like it’s meant to be quiet. to not draw attention. your other mates are out because they’d rather let you sulk in peace. whoever’s outside is growing impatient because they knock again, this time a little more aggressive. “coming! sorry!” you awkwardly shuffle to the door before swinging it open, only to be met with the face of luke. you’re unable to get a word out, your feet stay planted as you stare up at him.
“gonna let me in or just look all stupid?” he took a step closer, his arm grazing your chest. you let him in and asked him why he’d even set foot in your cabin. you told him you thought he didn’t want to be seen with you, he didn’t confirm or deny that. “you’re in college and you haven’t fucked, i wanted to help you. it’s honestly fuckin’ sad.”
your nails dig into your arm. “help me?”
“help you, yeah, help,” fingers running through his hair, “like i just said,” he exhales. “i’ll fuck you.”
your breath gets caught in your throat when he says it like that. you try your best to get him to leave by explaining you’ll live without sex, and how it can actually benefit some people to be left alone, and how you’re fine. you’re lying, obviously, you need it.
both of his hands are holding your waist as he kisses your neck and suckles at it, they massage underneath your stomach and hips as he groans deeply in your ear. “poor girl,” he whispers as he tugs at your loose shorts. “lie down f’me.”
“don’t get used to this, alright? i’m only doing it ‘cause you’ve been so pathetic about it.”
you lie back with your thin, cotton underwear barely covering your wet cunt that throbs at the sight of the man before you. his thumb rests on your chubby clit and rubs circles on it with his other hand holding onto your thigh. “first time ever doin’ this and you’re already so ready, right? nobody’s touched you here at all, huh?” he teases as your back arches off of the bed involuntarily. “so fucking sad,” you rubbed your cunt onto his thumb now, it’s all slick through your underwear.
he can tell you’re getting desperate, so he peels your underwear off and pulls you closer to him. cock’s all hard and sensitive, just having to rub against the fabric of his boxers while he ruins you. oh, how badly he wants to cum. he smirks to himself at the thought of cumming in a virgin, all tight and warm. “pretty pussy hasn’t been touched at all… you’re so lucky i’m here,” he leans into your cunt, the warmth of his face near it makes you sigh softly. “m’so lucky, yeah—my first,” you nod profusely.
his lips latch onto your pretty cunt which make your thighs tremble softly. he holds onto your thighs once again, keeping you still as he tastes you real good. his warm tongue dips into your cunt perfectly, just pushing past that spongy, soft spot in your gummy walls. “c-can’t do it, luke!” you buck your hips into his mouth and your juices mixed with his saliva run down his chin disgustingly.
he pulls off for a second, just to speak, “she’s been waiting for this, gotta give it to ‘er. don’t move,” his nails dig into your plush thighs even more when he starts sucking your clit again, one thigh feeling a bit of relief when his hand pulls off and he dips his middle finger into your pussy.
“shit, you’re really this tight? guess bein’ ignored all this time did somethin’ to you.”
you thrash and cry out while he fucks your glistening cunt with one finger, “t-too much, luke!” you try and pull off his finger, but he just digs deeper into you, making sure to curl up into your hole. “y’know, maybe this is why nobody fucks you—you can’t take it,” laughing.
“jus’ let me have it now, luke,” you whine, “don’t want it to hurt, put it in n-now…” his finger still deep in you. his eyes are trained on your face, the way your hair sticks to your forehead and how your teeth tear into your bottom lip, drawing blood. your eyebrows knitted as he hits that good spot. “since you want it so badly,” he sits up and pulls his sweatpants off, his boxers follow.
your jaw goes slack at the sight of it and you crane your neck to get a better look. he notices your face and grins seeing you all nervous and shit. “relax. i’ll help you through it, we both know no one else will,” he spit on his hand and started stroking his cock while you watch, legs spread, a lump in your throat, hands gripping your bedsheets so you don’t faint.
it’s so thick, and the tip of it’s all red, puffy and angry. he rubs it against your clit, hands wrapped around your thighs once again to really make sure you don’t run. you wanted this, it’s clear. “f-first time feelin’ a cock against you, right?” he could barely get the words out without stuttering, you feel too good!
his cock slipped into you in a way that screamed "i'm so sorry for you,” like he wanted you to know this was a favor, that he wouldn’t do this any other time. he’s helping a loser. he fucks his cock into you, pulling in and out with your shared juices at the base of his cock. “fuckin’ tight,” your nails dig into his arms that are planted on either side of your head, sheets in his fist as he pushes into you. the way your gummy hole squeezes him, practically beckoning him inside, it’s inviting.
you can’t take it, to be honest! your thighs shaking and back arching off the bed as luke gives you what you wanted. “need this experience if you want a man, y’know?” he thrusts, “e-experience is required.”
you unravel underneath him with that knot in your stomach tightening with every thrust he gives you, “g-gonna cum, luke, please!” you pleaded with him to get off of you, to not make you cum around him, to save you the embarrassment of letting go all over him.
“let it go,” he thrusts with each word. his thick cock hit that spot too much for you to handle. so you do let it go and your cunt flutters around his shaft. you milk him with each time it restricts around him, choking him. “cummin’! i’m cummin’!” you cry out, every part of your body trembling as your orgasm takes over your entire body. he finds this hilarious, laughing as your body contorts just from the feeling of his cock.
your cunt is still so much tighter than anyone he’s had before, somehow! even with all of this, you’re just squeezing him so good. he has to cum. he feels his balls tightening as he approaches his orgasm. “put my babies n’ you,” groaning out, arms bending for his elbows to rest beside your head when he gives you his all. “poor fuckin’ girl needed my cock to c-cum!” before his warm load spills deep inside of you. his cock twitches as he fucks it into you, holding your face in his hands while is cum spills out of you with each thrust.
the aftershocks of your orgasm were still hitting you as he quickly pulled out of you, pulling his boxers and sweatpants back on.
“y’know, you should be grateful. nobody else would waste their time,” he ran his fingers through his damp curls as he spoke. “you’re welcome.”
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