boxer ⋆ luke hemmings ✔️

26. Whipped.

Obviously, Luke knew that he looked good in suits. But he never went to formal events enough to actually wear one.

There were four different blazer-button-up-trouser outfits laid out on Sophie's bed, with three different dresses right next to them. She decided to let Luke pick his attire for tonight first, seeing as he was currently being the most stubborn about what to show up in and she had not anticipated his impatience in the slightest.

"Your favourite colour's blue, right?" she looked up at him, holding a navy suit with flashy silver buttons and a royal, silk tie against his chest. Luke's expression almost resembled a grimace on his face; it looked like a wedding ensemble.

"It's too small."

Sophie frowned, "You said that about the last one,"

Needless to say, the boxer had been looking forward to spending some time with her, but now that the time had come, he suddenly wasn't so sure. It just reminded him- quite bitterly- of how clueless he was when it came to the world of fancy tea parties and wine tasting events and sensible white button-ups. Being out of place was a feeling that Luke was used to, but it wasn't necessarily a feeling he wanted to indulge in.

"Just try this one on," her smile was kind yet all Luke wanted to do was lie down and, much like Sophie had suggested earlier on, sleep, "I think it'll look good on you,"

He was hesitant, not really in the mood to slip out of his comfortable sweats just to tug a pair of cardboard-feeling trousers over his legs.

Sophie seemed to sense the reluctance in his eyes immediately, and her own widened, "Not that you look ugly in everything else that you wear! No, you look really good in... that," she gestured to his current outfit, which just so happened to be a pair of loose sweatpants and a black shirt with a white Sheriff logo, "I'm just saying that, uh, this one'll look good on you, too. But you look good all the time. I didn't mean to call you ugl-"

Unlike all of the other instances she'd rambled, Luke didn't even hesitate this time. He just rolled his eyes, bent his head down, planted a quick kiss on her lips, and shut her up in an instant.

As he took the hanger containing the blue suit from her, Luke couldn't help but smile a little at her stunned expression, "Thank you."

"No problem," she murmured, ducking her head down and turning around. Sophie could already feel her face burning and she didn't even know why; Luke had done a lot of other things to her that weren't even that big of a deal, but for some reason, this just seemed to spiral her into a blushing oblivion.

"Where do I put this on?" he asked her, careful to hold it up as far from the ground as he could.

Sophie pointed, gesturing to the little walk-in closet in her room that she was sure had enough space for him to change, "In there. It has a mirror,"

"Alright," to put it simply, Luke really wasn't looking forward to the struggle of putting Calum's old suit on. Even though it didn't look old in the slightest; then again, if your father owned one of the biggest businesses in New York, he guessed that his best mate could afford to get one wear out of an expensive suit and call it a day.

Luke sighed, slipping out of the comfort of his sweatpants and carefully guiding his legs through the crisp material of the sensible trousers. It felt cool against his skin and a little stiff, making him do a quick double take in the mirror as a genuine way to see what the hell was wrong with it.

When he couldn't find anything, he glanced at himself again, eyes landing on the odd get-up. A Sheriff t-shirt with a pair of suit trousers didn't look all too bad, actually...