Luke Hemmings Imagines

He's drunk

Luke usually doesn't drink. He's a lightweight, so it doesn't take much for him to get tipsy.

Him and the boys were hanging out at Ashton's house tonight, and I decided to stay back at me and Luke's apartment.

I heard my phone buzzing on the counter, so I quickly walked over to it, and picked it up, seeing Calum was calling.

"Hey. Um. Luke's drunk, and he's getting kind of frisky. Uh- we were wondering if you could come over and maybe.. Control him?" Calum laughed, and I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Is he that bad?" I asked, and I heard Ashton laugh in the background.

"Luke and Michael are about to hump each other." I heard, and I laughed, picking up my keys.

"I'll be there in a second." I said, hanging up.

-

"Lukey! Pretend I'm Alex!" Michael drunkenly giggled. I walked further into the room, and saw Luke giggling like a little girl, crawling on Michael. "N-No. You pretend to be me. I'll be alex." He said, and sat up on Michael's lap.

"Touch my boobs Michael!- No I mean Luke." Luke said, and Michael grabbed Luke's non-existent boobs. Luke let out a rather girly moan, causing both of the guys to burst out laughing.

Me, Calum, and Ashton stood at the door quietly laughing at the two. Luke got off of Michael, and the two laid beside each other. "I want alex to sit on my lap...naked...eating pizza...with penguin stickers over her nipples." Luke said, and my face turned red. My eyes widened, and Ashton fell to the ground laughing, but covered his mouth so he wasn't loud enough for Luke to hear.

"Then I'd want her to make me beg for her. She'd be so hot on top of me. I wanna see the dominant side of her so bad." He moaned out. I covered my mouth, and Calum covered my ears.