Good Girls Go Bad // smut

we were always into bad girls // 5sos

credit: bbyirwie

It was an all too familiar surrounding: the dark, gloomy hallways which were only illuminated by flickering lights; shrill screaming from newcomers, and that signature, vile smell of liquid hand sanitizer. You knew this place like the back of your hand, yet every time you came back you felt lost inside its tiny walls. Prison was like a second home to you, and sometimes, it was even better.  

Your life wasn’t the greatest. Some people used the term “broken home” when it came to you, but your home wasn’t broken. Most things that were broken could be fixed: bones, glass vases, or even those little chain-link necklaces. Your home was far from broken, it was destroyed.

After your mom passed away your father become distant from you; doing everything in his power to try and forget you were there, treating you like a stranger in your own home. One day when you came back from another long, treacherous day at school you stumbled upon something that you never thought would be inside your house. A tiny bag of cocaine. Your first instinct was to sell it, in hopes of maybe saving up enough money to move out. Ever since that one exchange, you’ve been selling illegal substances and getting locked up on several occasions for the past couple of years. 

"Now Miss Y/L/N, surely i don’t need to go over the rules with you." the officer said, with a loose hand grasping on to your upper arm trying to lead you the way. "No, you don’t." you said, annoyed with the whole speech before he even started it. He lead you down another long, and what seemed like endless, hallway. An uncomfortable knot turned in your stomach. 

"Where are we?" you questioned, not recognizing your surroundings. "We’re trying out a new system, i’m placing you in a co-ed holding cell." he muttered, only heightening your curiosity. "But there are tons of other co-ed cells, you know, in units where I probably won’t get shanked in.” you joked slightly, gesturing to the sketchy atmosphere. The officer chuckled, “Yeah, but we decided to place you with people you were sort of,” he paused, looking directly in to your eyes, “familiar with.”

You didn’t even have time to question his statement before he lead you to a steel door at the end of the hallway. You gulped nervously as he opened the door, but soon bubbled in rage when four pairs of familiar eyes glanced up at you. 

You turned around to face the officer, immediately wanting to make a run for it. “You can’t be serious,” you muttered to him, only to hear a few chuckles echo behind you. “Prison’s as serious as it gets, Y/L/N.” He told you sarcastically, causing you to scoff. “You have to be fucking kidding me,” you grumbled under your breath. Where’s the shank when you need it, you thought. ”You’re only here temporarily, i’ll be back tomorrow with your updated sentances and unit assignments. Have fun,” he said, heightening every one of your nerves. 

"Don’t worry," the familiar voice said behind you as he snaked an arm around your shoulders "We will." The officer forced a smile and shut the steel door, signifying it with the clicking of his keys which locked the door. "Get the fuck off me, Hood" you muttered, slipping out of his grasp and walking to the other side of the room. 

They boys laughed, clearly not phased by you or your demeanour. “You know a simple ‘Hello’ would do.” Luke smirked. “Well how’s this for ‘Hello’,” you mocked, sticking the middle finger up at him as you placed your back against the wall and slid down until your butt hit the concrete. 

You couldn’t believe you were placed in a cell with them. You had a bad history with Michael, Calum, Luke, and Ashton. They were your typical town gang; robbing small department stores and occasionally selling drugs for a little extra cash. They were one of the first people you ever sold drugs to, and you considered them as friends after hanging out and doing business with them a couple times. Until one day, they switched their target. They stole nearly half of your money and might’ve taken all of it if you didn’t catch them and grab it before they could. You swore the next time you saw them you would tear them to shreds, but it was kind of hard when that moment was right here; in an institution that had 24 hour security. 

"Still just as feisty," Michael commented, winking at you. You never denied their good looks. In fact, you considered them to be some of the best looking guys in your town. You knew they were complete jackasses, so you weren’t phased by their ‘charm’. It made your stomach turn. You just rolled your eyes at Michael and tried to ignore them. 

"So how are you, babe?" Ashton said as he walked over to you, leaning against the wall just inches away. "If I wanted to tell you how I was doing I would’ve kept in contact with you," you muttered. "And don’t fucking call me ‘babe’." you added. "Whoa, someone still holds a grudge-" "You’re just figuring that out?" you groaned, wanting them to leave you alone. You wanted to punch the sly grin off each of their faces, but you managed to control your violent urges. "Well want to know what we’ve been up to?" Luke questioned. "No not really," you answered back, twirling your hair around your finger. 

"Well our bank accounts have doubled ever since we robbed that convince store just outside of town," "I don’t care," you groaned, trying to drown them out. "Our drug sales have even gone up 10%," Michael added "Still don’t fucking care," you reminded, but they payed no attention to you. "And half of it is all thanks to your lovely loan," Ashton said, sliding down to your level and grabbing your chin in his thumb and pointer finger. The boys chuckled behind him, and it only pushed you over the edge. 

Without even giving it a second thought you smacked Ashton across the face and all the laughter stopped. You hand stung from the contact and you could see Ashton’s cheek getting red. The tension could be cut with a butcher knife, but you could care less. You hated how they hung what they did to you in your face, as if you weren’t affected by it. “Don’t you dare try and talk to me the rest of the time we’re in here.” you mumbled, standing up and walking to the other end of the room and sitting down in the corner. 

For the next hour no one talked; mostly because of you snapping at Ashton. You looked over at him and could see a bit of a bruise forming on his cheek and you couldn’t help but smirk on the inside. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Luke watching you. You shifted a little bit, uncomfortable with his prolonged gaze. You knew they wouldn’t try and put a hand on you after what happened, but part of you was afraid they would. 

Luke stood from his chair and made his way over to you. His cocky demeanour, making you question his intentions towards you. He crouched down to your level, staring deep into your eyes. You gulped, “Come on, Y/N. You never used to be this tense.” he said smirking, putting a hand on your thigh. The atmosphere changed in the room, causing all the 3 of the boys to turn around so the attention was focused on the two of you. “What are you doing?” you questioned softly. 

"Remember the fun we all used to have," he whispered, sitting down beside you and turning your body to face him. His lips suddenly came to your neck, sucking on the skin, making your body to melt in to his. You heard more foot steps coming towards you both, and a pair of lips coming up to your ear. "Remember how we would all have our way with you, fucking you so hard until you couldn’t walk to next day." Calum sighed into your ear as he ran his hand over your clothed crotch, creating a desirable sensation. 

"Maybe she doesn’t deserve it," Michael said, gesturing to Calum to stop what he was doing. You whimpered, wanting more, not even giving a second thought about everything that happened. "You’re right, Michael. She doesn’t deserve to pleasured like this." Luke said, halting his trail of hickies on your neck. You moaned, the desire for them growing stronger. "Maybe what she needs is a punishment for hurting Daddy" Ashton groaned, getting down to your level. He cupped your fragile face, and traced his fingers over your mouth. You brought one of his fingers in to your mouth sucking on it, causing his mouth to gape open. "What do you say about that, princess?" he asked bringing it out of your mouth. "You wanna be punished for the nasty thing you did to Daddy?" You nodded desperately at Ashton’s words as you stood up, only to have Michael slam your back against the wall. 

His lips hungrily attached to yours, making sure to touch every surface of your mouth with his. “We were always in to bad girls, Y/N” he muttered against your lips. He dug his finger tips into your hips and you let out a moan, allowing his tongue access into your mouth. 

You pulled away as Ashton grabbed your chin, his hand grazing over your centre. “But we always liked being in toyou more.” he sighed, watching you crumble under his touch.

"Come on, baby. Prove to us you’re still bad."