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irwinningly · 5 years

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worth it|c.h.

Summary: Attending university on the North side of town, you normally find it pretty simple to keep yourself out of trouble. However, when you decide to take a small trip to the South side for some groceries, things get a little complicated when you literally run straight into trouble. (Gang!au)

Word Count: 6.6k+

Warnings: Language, smut, some violence.

A/n: I literally just banged this out, I don’t even know where it came from, but I hope you guys enjoy!

The silence of the night is eery as you walk down the dimly lit sidewalk, the heel of your shoe padding against the cement being the only sound echoing throughout the air. You begin to walk faster, eager to make it back to your apartment as soon as possible. The bags of your purchased items are beginning to feel heavy in your hands, causing you to pause and readjust the weight more often than you’d like to. In this moment you vow never to put off food shopping until late on a Friday night ever again, if only you had went earlier this morning after class instead of deciding to nap. Now it’s nearing midnight, and you find yourself walking alone in the sketchy part of town. It’s almost as if you’re asking for a death wish. The main priority right now is to simply get to the safe part of town, where your schools campus and all of the student apartments are, then you know you’ll be safe.

You absolutely love your university. The classes are fair, the professors are lovely, and the area that the school is in is simply the perfect college town; however, the other side of the town is a completely different story. Your school is located on the North side of this decently sized area, where everything is safe. However, the South side is considered the “slums”, and contains numerous amounts of drug dealings, daily theft, and a ridiculous amount of gang activity. While your school does an excellent job with keeping the two sides separate with their large amount of security and nice surrounding areas, there’s only so much that they could do. Though the South is definitely dangerous and not the place a regular college student like you should ever really desire to be, you were completely out of food in your apartment and needed something to eat for dinner. It’s not your fault all of the shops in the North and your schools dining area were closed when you wanted food. It was either starve, or quickly run over to a grocery store in the South, get your food and run out of there, and when first asking yourself the question, your grumbling stomach decided the answer for you.

Regret courses through your body as you eye the side streets and dark corners in fear, jumping when even the slightest noises sound from around you. Pulling your phone from your bag to check how much longer the walk is, you discover you still have around five minutes left until you reach the bus station. Five minutes isn’t too bad, considering you’ve already walked ten, but anything can happen in five minutes. You should’ve just went with your initial plan and called an Uber, but you convinced yourself that a broke college student like you didn’t need to be spending the ten dollars.

Three more minutes, your phone says. You slowly feel the weight lifting off of your your shoulders. You’re almost there.

Almost.

Suddenly, the booming sound of a gunshot echoes throughout the supposedly empty streets. Your heart stops in your chest. It takes the sound of yet another shot for you to realize that you’re way closer to the action than you’d like to be, and you begin to run. After about only two strides, your body is flung to the ground by the force of a man’s body, with your body unfortunately cushioning his fall.

“What the fuck?” The voice rasps, pushing himself up with his arms to get a good look at you, and you can swear time freezes. Your thoughts become clouded by the beautiful man on top of you, his tanned skin, brown eyes, and tattoos rendering you speechless. The two of you stare into each others eyes in complete shock, both seemingly stunned by one another.

“Shit boss, we gotta go. Ash and Luke are waiting with the car.” Another voice sounds. Looking up, you see a man with his hair dyed red, urgent green eyes, and an extremely busted lip.

“You think I don’t realize that Mikey?” Your tackler says, snapping out of it pushing himself off of you quickly. He reaches out his hand and pulls you up to him by your wrist. Thinking he was going to let you go, you’re shocked when he actually tightens his grip before breaking into a sprint.

“Hey, wait, let me go!” You exclaim completely panicked.

“Sorry princess, but you just ran into the wrong person.” Your captor says, not looking back at you while continuing to run.

“You ran into ME!” You emphasize, pulling back on your wrist and trying to loosen his hold. He yanks you back to him and you can practically feel the bruises forming on your wrists.

“I would shut it if you know what’s good for you.” Red haired guy who you assume is named Mikey from before orders in a sharp tone, shutting you up real quick.

You were so close to making it to the bus stop. Literally two minutes away. Of course it’s your luck to somehow manage to get abducted by a gang within two minutes of your destination. Looking at the sidewalks you’re running on you can successfully say you have absolutely no idea where you’re headed. The brick walls look exactly the same down every path, stained red and brown bricks on either side. The stench in the air is revolting, these side streets are clearly used for some bad things that you wouldn’t even like to think about.

After running for what seems like forever but has probably only been a few minutes, you see what looks to be car lights are shining in the distance, causing Mikey and your captor to speed up even more. Though you’ve been regretting many things tonight, you have to say the one decision that you regret the most in this current situation is your decision to wear ankle boots. Not only has tonight taught you to never venture into the South again, but it has also taught you that ankle boots are not the shoes for running. A black van sits in the distance, the side door wide open with two guys screaming to hurry up on either side. Deciding to try and run once you guys stop at the van, you tighten your grip on both of your bags. Mikey hops into the van first, literally running into it as soon as you guys are off the sidewalk. Your captor begins to step into the van, but before he can you lift your leg to kick him in the shin.

“Ow, shit, what the fuck are you doing?” Ignoring him and turning around to run, you don’t even manage to take a step before you’re embraced in the arms of one of the two van guys and thrown into the truck. Your screaming doesn’t even phase them and the rest of them hop in, shut the door, and drive.

You sit up after being thrown in and feel tears begin to well up in your eyes, the real danger of the situation settling in now. You’re alone in a van with four guys who were running from gunshots, and who are presumably in a gang. You just wanted groceries and you really don’t want to die. You’re just a university student, there’s so much left of your life that you need to live. Lifting up your hand to wipe a stray tear off of your cheek, you are able to get a good look at your wrist that was so tightly constrained. It’s definitely going to bruise.

“I’m sorry about your wrist.” The tattooed guy says catching your gaze, causing you to look up in shock. Why is a gang member apologizing to you?

“I’m sorry, what?” You ask, genuinely confused as to why he would even care that your wrist is bruised.

“He’s apologizing for bruising your wrist. Now, you should take that as your cue to apologize for his kick to the shin.” A new guy says from the passenger seat in the front. This one has curly, dirty blonde hair and muscular arms that seem to have a ton of bruises.

“You kicked him in the shin?! Come on, everyone knows when you’re trying to escape a guy you get him in the balls.” Mikey says in an obvious tone.

“Yeah seriously, why DID you kick me in the shin?” Your captor asks with a confused look on his face.

“You’re asking me why I kicked you in the shin to try and escape? I should be asking you why the hell I was thrown into the bag of a black van at almost one o’clock in the morning by a bunch of gang members!” You yell, causing all of their faces to contort in shock.

“We just saved your life! Did you not hear the gunshots or...” Mikey responds, making you think for a second. The two of them were in fact running, but it didn’t occur to you that they were running from something. You’d just assumed that they were the ones firing guns as soon as they ran out of the alleyway.

“Wait, it wasn’t you guys firing the guns?” You question, this all starting to make a bit more sense now.

“Why would we be running from gunshots if we were the ones who fired them?” Your captor responds, making you feel like an idiot. These two gang members just saved you from getting shot, and you automatically assumed that they were terrible people. Yes, they take part in gang activity and while that’s wrong, you can’t help but feel bad for judging them so quickly.

“So you saved me...” You trail off, finding yourself feeling somewhat like a bitch now.

“Yes. I don’t really understand why, but Calum’s the leader so...” Mikey trails off. You know you should be at least a little bit offended by his statement, but the only thing that happened to stick out to you was the name. Calum. Calum, who is not only hot as hell, but is also the apparent leader of a gang, chose to take you from the streets to save you from the risk of getting shot. Looking towards Calum to see his reaction, you’re met with him staring at the ground. Perhaps he doesn’t know why he saved you either. Or maybe he’s just quiet. But from the little amount of personality that you’ve seen from him he seems to have a bit of a sense of humor? Maybe he actually regrets saving you and is debating on what spot he and the rest of the gang should toss you from the van. His silence is bothering you way more than it should, and you find yourself yearning for even just a sign of a response. Mikey seems to be looking at him waiting for an explanation as well, clearly this is not something the four of them usually do.

“So, um, where am I going?” The guy in the drivers seat asks, breaking the slightly awkward silence before it could get even more awkward. You can’t really see him too well, but his voice sounds a bit deeper than the rest of the members.

“Probably somewhere in the North, right?” Calum finally speaks, looking at you for an answer.

“Oh, um, yes just the university apartments will be fine.” You squeak out, trying to ignore the feeling of intimidation creeping up on you.

“Not only did we save her life, but now we’re her fucking taxi service? What the hell man? Did she tip you off or something?” Mikey asks with a laugh, but is quickly shut down when Calum sends a stone cold glare his way. Mikey clears his throat and looks away, clearly uncomfortable. You can’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable yourself. This whole situation may in face be the most bizarre thing to ever happen to you. When people speak about gangs, they always describe their terrible attitudes, drug addictions, violent behavior, and although in their defense you’ve only been around them for an extremely short amount of time and probably won’t ever meet with them again, none of those stereotypes currently seem to be true about them. While you don’t doubt they possibly are, you’re thankful that they’ve decided to show you some kindness. The rest of the ride to your apartment is silent. You can feel Calum’s eyes on you sometimes, but he’s always looking some other way before you’re able to catch him. There’s almost some sort of tension between the two of you.

Once your university comes into view, you start gathering your bags and getting ready to finally get out of this dark van. The car comes to a stop, and you feel the awkwardness in the air, struggling to come up with something say.

“So um, I guess I should thank you? Not only for the ride but, thank you for helping me get home safe.” You manage to get out, hoping you don’t sound too nervous and intentionally trying to make eye contact with Calum.

“Don’t forget to ice your wrist.” Calum responds, before shutting the door and having the car drive away. You watch the car gradually disappear into the darkness before turning around to enter your building. Finally pulling your phone out to check the time, you’re shocked to see that it’s almost two a.m. at this point. The lobby to your apartment building is pretty much vacant except for the few drunken young adults stumbling into the building returning from bars and parties. Once you finally make it to your room, your stomach grumbles as if on command. You were so stunned by the past hours events that you didn’t even realize that you still haven’t eaten. Unloading your groceries and deciding to make yourself some ramen in order to have a quick dinner, you get into comfy clothes and get ready to get some sleep. Tonight’s events almost don’t seem real, and you almost wish they weren’t. But for some reason you can’t seem to get Calum out of your mind.

By the end of two weeks, the surreal events of last Friday have almost fully escaped your mind. When you first told your friends about your encounter with the ‘friendly’ gang members, they accused you of simply dreaming it up. And while you admit that the whole scenario does sound insanely ridiculous out loud, and if it were anyone other than yourself you wouldn’t believe it either, the only thing you have now are the almost healed bruises present on your wrist as a reminder.

It’s a normal Friday evening when you’re just leaving campus after your last class of the day. You’d promised your roommate that the two of you could have a movie night tonight, so that being said, it was your job to get the popcorn and the rest of the snacks. Learning your lesson from last time, you decided it’d be best to go shop directly after class when the stores in the North were still open. While the events of two weeks ago will be a fun story to tell, you feel like one story about a gang encounter is enough for you. The convenience store you plan to go to is just about five minutes away from your university, so you decide to just walk there. The airs a bit cold against your skin, the winter months slowly approaching causing the air temperature to decrease. The wind is light against your chilled face, and you feel yourself snuggling up in your light jacket a bit more. Leaves are falling off of the trees, the winding swirling them into interesting patterns before allowing them to gently drift onto the ground. Best of all, the streets seem to be calm. Aside from the very few university students strolling along the sidewalk, everyone seems to be on their way home from class or currently learning in one. You spot your desired convenience just across the street and press the button for the stop light in order to pass. Just as the walk light is on five seconds and about to change to green, a rough hand tightly covers your mouth before you feel a pain in your head and your mind descends into darkness.

A bright light causes you to squint as you’re abruptly woken form your slumber. You try to stretch out your arms, but you start to panic once you find that you can’t move them. Opening your eyes fully now, you discover that you are tied to a chair in a dark room with a bright ring light, the only force of light in the entire room, pointed directly onto you.

“Where am I?” You question groggily, trying desperately to ignore the pounding pain that it triggered in your head after asking the question.

“I ask the questions, y/n.” A voice sounds from the darkness, sending a terrified shiver up your spine.

“How do you know my nam-?”

“I said I ask the questions!” The male voice shouts with force, making you shut your mouth in pure fear.

“Now, let’s just cut to the chase.” The unknown male starts. “I need you to tell me everything you know about Hood and the rest of his gang.” Realizing this is an interrogation, you immediately begin to freak out even more. You’ve literally never done anything bad in your life, and this random guy thinks you have.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You plead. “I’m just a student, I live on the North side, I’ve never even heard of this “Hood” you’re talking about.” You finish with your voice shaking. A breathy and short laugh sounds from the hidden figure, the creepy sound causing goosebumps to appear on your skin.

“That’s bullshit.” The voice says, all signs of laughter suddenly completely void from his voice. “The stupidity of all of you kids seriously baffles me sometimes.” The man starts, his voice beginning to come closer. “First the kid doesn’t follow up with his pay for our deal, shorting me of almost fifty thousand dollars, but then he acts as if I don’t have eyes everywhere, and convinces his bitch to lie to me!” He finishes, stepping into the ray of the ring light and revealing his face. His styled brown hair and bright blue eyes shock you, his perfect amount of scruff and well-fit body making him look like someone who should be a model, not a presumable drug lord. “Let me tell you something sweetheart.” He pauses. “I don’t like liars.” The man pulls up a chair and takes a seat across from you, perching his elbow up on his knees and leaning his chin upon it.

“Now tell me the truth. What do you know about Hood and the rest of 5sos?” The man questions once again, his eyes staring directly in to your soul. “So you seriously don’t know what I’m talking about?” He follows up, seeing it in your eyes that you’re genuinely confused. “Let me put it this way and make it simpler for your young and underdeveloped mind. Where were you on this very day two weeks ago?”

Your eyes open wide when it all comes following back to you, and you scold yourself at your stupidity in not realizing this was what it was about in the first place.

“Ah, there we go. Now tell me what you know.” He says, leaning further in and succeeding making you more uncomfortable.

“I’m being completely honest here, I was simply grocery shopping before I was practically run over by these two sprinting guys. I gathered up my groceries and the next thing I knew I was being yanked through the side streets of the South side and getting thrown into a black van. I tried to escape but came to no avail, and when I asked why they took me, I was told they did it to save me from getting shot. After that, they dropped me off at my apartment and I never saw or heard from them again.” You look up to view your kidnapper’s response. Anxiously awaiting his reaction, you are surprised to see him start laughing. The man is laughing so hard that he begins to wipe tears from his eyes, and it truly looks like something from a psychotic movie.

“You expect me to believe...” He pauses, interrupted by his own laughter. “that Hood would just save some random North side girl on the street?! That’s the most bullshit story I’ve ever heard, the two of you really couldn’t come up with anything better?”

“I’m telling the truth!” You insist. “You said it yourself, I’m just some random North side girl. What would ‘Hood’ even want with me?” You insist, hoping to not upset him.

“Well it seems you and I have the same question darling.” The man smirks before getting up from the chair. “I’m sure you’ve put two and two together by now. When I’m not pleased, I call my men. When I tell them to, my men shoot. So unless you tell me the truth about your relationship with Hood right now, I’m going to call my men and-”

“Hey!” A familiar voice sounds from a corner of the room. You look around anxiously, hoping to get a glance of the man who may just be saving your life for a second time. When he steps out of the darkness, you can’t stop your heart from beginning to race. He’s just as beautiful as he was the first time. Calum is clad in a leather jacket with “5sos” engraved into the back, what are possibly the tightest black skinny jeans you’ve ever seen, and black scuffed up combat boots. If you weren’t in such a dangerous position right now, you wouldn’t be able to stray your eyes from the sight.

“Well look who finally showed up to save their girlfriend!” The man says with an almost crazy smile, looking between the two of you.

“Cut the crap Tomlinson, you know she has nothing to do with his.” Calum says, inching closer to where you’re tied with every word he says.

“Oh, on the contrary. There must’ve been some reason you decided to capture a random North side girl then return her home safely. Is she some sort of weakness? Is she of importance? Is her death helpful towards my cause? See, all of these questions, Hood, have everything to do with this.” The man named Tomlinson says with a smirk upon his face.

“This is absolute bullshit, you know this fight is between you and me. You’re just being a pussy and hiding behind false assumptions.” Calum spits out, wiping the smirk right off of Tomlinson’s face. You can’t stop the gasp that escapes your throat when Tomlinson draws a gun from his pocket; however, thankfully you feel someone, presumably one of the 5sos members, begin to free you from your constraints.

“What’s the matter darling, never seen a real gun before? Bet they don’t have these on the North side do they?” He asks mockingly, twisting the gun around his finger like it’s nothing.

“You know that won’t be necessary.” Calum says, eyeing the gun with what looks to be shielded fear.

“Then where the fuck is my money Hood?” Tomlinson asks, his mocking demeanor completely disappearing into something much more terrifying and serious.

“I have it.” He says, walking closer to Tomlinson to distract him from the fact that you’re finally freed from the ropes. You turn around to see it was Mikey that freed you. He puts out his hand for you to take, bends down, and he leads you towards the exit.

“Will he be ok?” You ask worriedly, looking back at the two men with anxiety in your chest. Mikey can’t help but smirk at your concern as he continues to lead the two of you out.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got it all under control.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, the sound of two gunshots echo throughout the empty hallway.

“Mikey?! What the fuck! I thought you sai-”

“Shush, I promise you everything is fine.” Mikey assures, finally standing up straight and leading you into proper air. Seeing the outside is such a relief, but it also makes you wonder how long you were kidnapped for. The moon is fully out and the air is quite chilly, so you’ve come to the conclusion that it’s probably just become nighttime. Suddenly, panic shoots throughout your body as you remember your roommate. You grab your phone and unlock it to see over thirty missed texts from her asking things like where the fuck you were, if you were in danger, etc. You see Calum exit the building with the other two members, and quickly shoot her a text that you’ll explain in a few. Calum stares only at you as he exits the building, the two members walking behind him with accomplished looks on their faces. The eye contact between the two of you is strangely intense, the heated feeling going straight to your core.

“Tomlinson is dead.” Calum states.

“Yes! See, I told you everything would be fine.” Mikey said to you before running up to the rest of his gang members and pulling them into his embrace. However, you can’t help but stare into space in shock. Tomlinson, your kidnapper, the man who was talking to you five minutes ago, is dead. Gone. Killed by two bullets shot by the people you’re standing with right now. You understand that he was most likely a huge criminal, but you can’t help but feel terrible.

“How about I take you home?” Calum offers, without you even realizing he approached you. Not able to find words because of your shock, you simply nod and follow his lead to a black sports car. He opens the door to the passenger side for you before heading over to his side, still managing to create a slight blush on your cheeks even in the given circumstances.

The ride is quiet at first. The shock of your kidnapper’s death still not having left your body. You were sure that your last encounter with gang activity would’ve been two weeks ago. Never would it have even crossed your mind that’d you experience a kidnapping and a near death experience. While you’re relieved that it’s over, you also find yourself being terrified for the future. Who else saw what happened that night? Who else does Calum and the rest of 5sos have problems with? Did Tomlinson have allies that know you? Are you still in danger? But most importantly, why do you hope this isn’t the last time you see Calum?

“So.” Calum states, breaking you out of your thoughts. “I realized in the midst of everything that even after all we’ve been through together, I still don’t know your name.” A small smile makes its way onto your face once you realize he’s correct.

“Oh, it’s y/n.” You respond. He quietly repeats your name to himself. “Well y/n, first of all, I’d like to apologize. I’m so sorry you had to go through all of this shit.” He says.

“It’s ok, Calum. If you hadn’t taken me that day, there’s a great chance I could’ve been shot. It’s my fault for even thinking it was ok to go to the South side at night.” You answer him, wanting him to know that you’re truly thankful for his actions. Thinking back, things could’ve been so much worse had you not run into Calum and Mikey. Would you even be alive right now?

“Don’t try and blame this on yourself.” Calum scoffs. “It’s all of this stupid gang shit. Everyone always has to owe someone something, there always has to be violence, it’s bullshit.”

“That’s kind of an odd opinion to have when you’re the leader of a gang yourself.” You tell him, curious to know why he feels this way.

“Not by choice y/n.” He shakes his head, starting again. “If it weren’t for my dad, I wouldn’t even be involved in this shit. My father was a part of 5sos before I was, as were the rest of the members fathers, and when the four of them got too old to do the dirty work, they pushed it all onto us. I was merely sixteen when I started my training. No sixteen year old should be able to fire a gun.” Calum says, pausing to look over at you. “You see our gang is mainly focused in the drug industry. We do all the dirty work and then sell the drugs to celebrities for a shit ton of money. But, with a shit ton of money comes a shit ton of competition. Everyone down here kills each other so that they could get the highest bid. I made the mistake of buying Tomlinson off of this deal so that I could impress my father. Biggest mistake of my career so far. Tomlinson kept raising the price to the point where buying him off wasn’t even worth it, and when I tried to pull out of the deal, he pulled out his gun and started shooting at us.” Calum stops again, and watches you view him sympathetically. “And here we are now.” He says. “Tomlinson’s dead, the deal is done, the money is safe. The worst part is, there’ll be a new deal and a new Tomlinson tomorrow.” He finished.

You don’t answer at first, letting the information sink into your head. Obviously it occurred to you that money was one of the main aspects to drive gang activity, but you never realized that family could play a part in it too. You can’t help but feel for Calum now that you’ve learned that he was forced into it from such a young age. Having to fear for you life and making all of these secret deals with celebrities and the black market to insure an income is depressing.

“That is some bullshit.” You decide to respond, getting a smile out of Calum. “Is that why you chose to save me?” You ask. “Because you think all of the gang stuff is bullshit?”

Calum doesn’t answer right away, and you can see him toying with what words he’d like to say. “To be honest y/n, I’m not entirely sure why I did it.” He starts. “Yeah, yeah, I felt bad. You were clearly some random North side girl in the wrong place at the wrong time, I didn’t want to just leave you to fend for yourself. But it was also something else that I just can’t put my finger on.” He continues. “I mean, you’re undoubtably gorgeous, but I, myself can’t seem to understand why that would’ve persuaded me into wanting to protect you.” Calum finishes, your face significantly redder than it was when he started.

He looks over and sees the blush on your face before slamming his fists against the steering wheel, and pulling over the car, effectively startling you. “Why do I want to see you again?” He grunts out, you can’t tell if he’s asking you or himself. You look around to see where he’s pulled over, and it’s just some extremely dark side street. The moon is bright in contrast to the dark sky, with a few stars scattered around it. The only sounds present are the creatures of the night and yours and Calum’s breathing.

“Do you feel it y/n?” He asks, breaking the silence and turning to you with desperate eyes. “Please tell me that you do. Do you feel the heat that I feel?” Your heart is beating insanely fast now, but you find yourself nodding at his words.

“So, you wouldn’t care if I...” He trails off, watching your lips with a look of dark desire. Nodding again, it’s not even two seconds before his lips are on yours. He’s kissing you with a passion that you can’t say anyone else has before. His lips move feverishly against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth in a matter of seconds. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you up from the passenger seat and onto his lap. Your hands are tugging on his hair as he kisses you with strength, before he suddenly stops.

“Y/n, I can’t. I can’t do this to you.” He says, breathing frantic from the kiss.

“Wh-what do you mean? You ask, still out of breath.

“You’re a North side girl. You go to a good university and have an incredible future ahead of you, you can’t be getting involved with someone like me.” He says, staring into your eyes. Both of your eyes are filled with lust, even as Calum is denying the two of you getting together.

“Calum, I want this.” You insist. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since I saw you the first night. You’re a good person Calum. Gang leader or not. You didn’t have to save me, but you did.” You continue. “And then you saved me again.” You emphasize. “I thought after that first night I’d never see you again, but here we are. Don’t you think that’s the universe trying to tell us something?”

Calum stares deeply into your eyes after listening to your words. It’s the internal battle of following his desires or following what he thinks is right. “Calum please.” You say, leaning down and making it so that your lips are only centimeters apart. Your little speech seemingly works, because Calum cradles the back of your head and pulls you into another mind-blowing kiss and it gets a lot more intense a lot more quickly this time.

“Let’s move this to the back seat” He says, they two of you hurrying to get to the back. He lies you out on the seats, leaning down to suck marks onto your neck while his hands begin to make their way up your shirt, messing with your boobs over your bra. A breathy whine escapes your lips as Calum manages to find that spot on your neck that drives your crazy. Calum pulls away to lift your shirt above your head as well as his before leaning back in to connect your lips once more. As you’re kissing Calum reaches behind you to unhook your bra before completely removing it from your body. His hands quickly make their way to your boobs, flicking and twisting your nipples as the two of you continue to make out. Slowly Calum begins to trail his hands down your body before reaching the waistband of your pants.

Sitting up again, Calum looks at you for permission before pulling down both your pants and your panties. Taking one of his fingers, Calum trails it from the top to the bottom of your folds collecting a significant amount of your wetness before thrusting a finger inside you. A moan escapes your lips and the unexpected intrusion, the feeling of his finger inside you rendering you speechless. After a few thrusts Calum adds another one, opening you up in preparation. As he continues to finger you, Calum leans down to connect your lips once again while deciding to add a third finger. His quick thrusts are causing you to feel your orgasm approaching slowly, so you stop his hand by grabbing his wrist.

“Can I suck you off?” You ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes. Calum literally groans in pleasure, and allows you to take his pants off. Rubbing his dick a bit through his boxers, you then pull it out to get a good look. He’s a decent size, and you find yourself yearning to have him inside you. So, you waste no time in taking the head into your mouth. Calum throws his head back in pleasure and you swirl your tongue around the sensitive head. Taking a deep breath, you begin to go further down onto his dick, hollowing out your cheeks before slowly going back up and releasing him with a pop. You follow this procedure a few more times before he’s leaking pre-cum.

“Y/n, I have to get inside you.” He says, his voice raspy. Nodding quickly, you lie back so that he could position himself on top of you. He grabs a condom from the seat’s back pocket and rolls it onto himself before positioning at your opening.

“You sure you’re ready?” He asks, you nod before pulling him down to meet your lips once again. Using this as a good distraction, Calum begins to push in. The pain is there, but it’s basically non-existent. You just need a minute to get used to his size. “Doing ok princess?” He asks pulling away quickly, his voice airy because of his restraining to move.

“Yes, you can move now.” You say, letting out a moan when he pulls out and pushes back in for the first time. Starting out with a steady pace, Calum places his arms on either side of your head as he begins thrusting in and out faster and faster each time. Grabbing one of your legs and placing it on his shoulder, he’s able to thrust at a new angle that allows him to hit the spot that you needed most.

“Oh my gosh, there!” You yell, throwing your head back in pleasure as he continues to hit the spot dead on. “Faster Cal, faster.” You beg.

“You want speed? You got it princess.” Calum smirks, going way faster than before. The car may even be shaking at this point, but you don’t even care. You’re getting closer and closer to your high. You let out a small scream when Calum begins rubbing circles onto your clit, your high approaching at an even faster pace than before.

“I’m gonna cum.” You announce, moans escaping your mouth regularly as you are finally hit with your release. Calum helps you ride out your high with a few more thrusts before he’s releasing right along with you, pulling out with a few grunts of pleasure.

The small space of the car is filled with heavy breathing and reeks of sex, but you could not be happier.

“That was fucking incredible.” Calum says, leaning back onto the seat with you. He turns over to look at you. “I can leave you alone now if you want.” He tells you, his voice smaller than before.

“What? I don’t want you to leave.” You say confused.

“You don’t?” He asks, just as confused, causing you to giggle at the adorable look on his face.

“No! I wasn’t lying before Calum. You’re a good person. I don’t mind trying this out if you don’t.” You say honestly, resulting in Calum breaking into the cutest puppy smile you’ve ever seen. If someone told you he was a gang leader after seeing that smile, you probably would’ve laughed in their face.

“I’d like that” He says, leaning down and kissing you on the forehead. But let’s get you home now, it’s getting late.” You nod while sitting up to collect your clothes before a huge realization hits you again.

“Shit! My roommate!” You curse, scrambling to get your phone and call her to make sure she isn’t panicking. Calum simply laughs at you, the panicked look on your face while you’re trying to put your bra back on is simply priceless. But, when you catch him staring at you and send him a killer smile, he knows that he’s made the right decision to try things out.

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