Casual
Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of sex and a boy ☹️
(you said, "we're not together", so now when we kiss, I have anger issues)
Your friends always made fun of you, calling you a loser for changing yourself for a boy who would forget in months after he was done with you.
You were happy to stand at the sidelines and be the quiet, good girl, for him, especially so. You held back all thoughts that didn't pertain to him, because at that moment he enveloped you completely.
You couldn't help but hear the words that were jokes between him and his friends, the utters of "we're just casual" filled your head while the whispers of "we only fuck", tug at your heart.
You had heard the rumors of Luke sleeping around, but you had no reason to believe them because that is all they were, rumors.
You let him consume you, when all your thoughts should've been about your plans after college, rather than if he was gonna call you tonight or if he was too busy.
You spent late nights together in his car. You'd sit there after everything was done, skin to skin, where he watched you draw hearts in the fog of the glass.
You remember the few times you met his parents, and how eager he was to get away from them for a bathroom hookup.
You watched as he left the bathroom, perfectly monotone as you continued to fix your makeup, not wanting to be anything less of perfection.
As you sat back at the table, his hand found its place on your thigh, a smile graced your lips.
Him mom began to speak to you, you always loved her need to include you.
"Summer will be here in just a few weeks, and I, we, thought it be nice to have a little get together at the lake house,"
You smiled at her, gleaming, before Luke spoke up.
"She would love to, but she's got graduation to worry about."
You felt a heat rise to your cheeks, not understanding why he doesn't want you there, before you could speak up, he started talking again.
"College is so demanding, especially for someone as bright as my girl."
His arm came to rest around your shoulders, as the words "my girl" echoed through your mind.
You felt comfortable then.
But it didn't stay like that for long.
Soon the only time you'd really see each other is when he needed to blow off steam.
You would allow it, loving that you're so close to him.
You would allow him to fuck you as he shoved your face farther into the cushion of the couch.
You wanted him to need you.
You think back to the day you went shopping with friends, when as soon as you got back, he wanted a fashion show, so you did, showing off your new favorite bra, which soon became his new favorite as he tore it off.
The bra laid there in his bedroom floor for 2 months, before he shoved it into his dresser.
Every thought you had was of him, every thought you have, is of him.
You lost every piece of yourself to a boy who refused to grow up.
And you let him drag you down with him.
