5SOS Imagines and Preferences

Never have I ever (Luke)

"Next round!" Ashton called out, his voice slurred after his umpteenth shot of alcohol. He pondered the next question, tapping his fingers against his chin with a curious smirk as his eyes scanned the crowd. "Never have I ever... had sex."

A series of groans rang from the circle of partygoers around him as they threw back the shots of tequila in their hands- everybody taking the shot except for Y/N. Y/N just sat there awkwardly, staring down at the alcohol in the glass that remained untouched in her hand for the last few rounds.

"Y/N, you're a professional!" Calum exclaimed, chuckling loudly as he refilled his shot. "What's your secret?"

"She's not a professional! She's boring!" Y/N's boyfriend Brandon interrupted. There was a silence among the circle after the interjection, Y/N's eyes widening slightly as she looked up at Brandon with a hurt expression.

"I think that's enough," Luke added in from beside Y/N, his jaw clenching slightly. "Ashton, what's the next one?" However, Brandon wasn't done.

"I mean, we've been together for what, a year now? She doesn't let me touch her at all, the most I've done is try to cop a feel but she won't let me. Crazy, right? She's never had alcohol, she's never done drugs, she's never smoked. Y/N, you've never had fun!"

"Brandon, that's enough!" Y/N snapped, finally shutting him up. Tears were streaming down her face at this point, her face glowing an angry red shade. "We're done," she whispered under her breath, getting up from the carpeted floor and disappearing around the corner to join the rest of the party.

Luke had followed immediately after her, following her onto the balcony of the rather large house. Y/N leaned against the railing, sniffling quietly as she wiped the tears from her eyes with the backs of her hands.

"You okay?" Luke asked silently as he closed the door behind him, joining Y/N against the railing. Y/N shook her head, staring blankly at the backyard underneath them. He didn't blame her. He knew that she really loved Brandon, and it was rough to have him turn on her like that over such a stupid game. Luke sighed, throwing an arm over Y/N's shoulder and pulling her into his chest.

In that moment, Y/N broke into sobs against him, her arms wrapping around his torso and holding him close as she cried. Her tears soaked a wet patch into his black thermal, but Luke didn't care. His hands rubbed her back comfortingly as he whispered sweet words against the top of her head, trying to calm her down. "You're so amazing, Y/N, did you know that? You deserve better than him."

After a few minutes, Y/N was fully drained of her tears. "I don't wanna go back inside," she mumbled against Luke's chest, wiping her under-eyes again. "I just wanna leave."

"Want me to drive you home?" Luke asked, releasing Y/N from his grip and linking his arm with hers.

"I don't wanna go home just yet either."

A knowing smirk grew on Luke's lips.

"Do you wanna go get revenge?"