#kailum

[littlemixnws]

leighannepinnock: Cannot believe ma lil baba nephew Kailum is 6 today! 😩😩😍😍 he has turned into the cheekiest Funniest most talented lil boy we could ever ask for! ❤️

[oldmiserunt]

[primahanni]

Lost Boy c.h

Calum smut/au Requested: yee Pairing: Calum / y/n A/N: this was originally for Kaiya ok I ship Kailum more than life so stfu. also if u don't like smut, DONT READ IT. Some people say that love is blind. Oh they couldn't be more wrong. Love is not blind, well at least not my previous relationship. It was clear that he was rude and just a plain asshole to me, it was just I didn't care. I was/am in love. Loud club music and the scent of sweaty bodies grinding upon one another mixed with alcohol and cheap perfume intoxicated me. A club on a Friday night was the last place I wanted to be, especially since my breakup with Calum was only a few weeks ago. Of course my friend, Amber, the one who promised that she wouldn't leave me to fend for myself was no where to be found. Typical. I sat by the bar sipping rum and coke. Not my usual drink, but right now I needed something hard. As I was nearing the end of my third drink I felt the familiar numbness wash over my body, making me instantly feel better. Before I could order my next round, someone whom I thought was Amber, took my hand and led me out to the sea of bodies. I made a mental note to slap Amber when I was sober and back home. "Amberr, I don't wanna dance." I groaned as I tried to pull away from the hand, but I was only pulled closer to them, leaving me face to face with the person I had never seen before. "You're not Amber." My voice was small. "Who's Amber?" The man spoke, clearly a lot more intoxicated than I was. He pulled me closer to him, so any space that was between us was now gone. His body swayed out of time to the beat, soon sucking on my neck. I cringed at the thought of anyone than Calum doing that. I pulled away from him quickly, trying to make my way back to the bar, turning every few seconds to ensure that he wasn't following me. As I turned back one last time, I saw him. He was pissed too. I quickened my pace, keeping my eyes on him. When I reached the bar, I had run out of places to hide, so I made my way to what I thought was the exit. But of course it wasn't. "Babe, come back." The guy slurred. I couldn't see him from the heights of people around me, but I knew he was close. I spotted the exit and headed directly out. People gave me weird looks because of my rushed departure of the club. The mans voice echoed after me, in a panic I began running. I felt a presence in front of me, but as I turned to see what was in my way, I ran straight into someone. That someone being Calum. "I.. er.. oh god." I quickly hid behind Calum as the guy approached us. "Get your hands off of my bitch! I got her first." The guy slurred aggressively at Calum. "Don't you dare call my girlfriend a bitch, let alone 'your bitch'." Calum snarled. I let the girlfriend comment slide. "Is that so." He laughed darkly and began striding towards us. "Get the fuck away, you dick." Calum hadn't stood up for me like this since he began drinking, three months into our relationship. The guy didn't listen to him and continued coming at us. At this point I wasn't sure what Calum was planning on doing as we hadn't been in this situation before. "I'm warning you." And with that, Calum stepped away from me towards the guy, his fist making contact with the guy's jaw. He stumbled back, clutching his jaw. "Come on Kaiya, let's get you home." He took my hand and led me towards his car that was parked on the side of the street. As we reached the car, he turned to me, sensing my hesitation. "I haven't had anything, I swear. I was just going to the store to get milk for Michael's breakfast tomorrow." He sighed. Was this Calum? Since when did he care more about others than himself? I sat in the passenger seat of the car, staring at my hands in embarrassment that my ex boyfriend had to save me from an ass in a club. I tuned out most of the car ride, letting my mind ponder on the events of tonight. "We're here." Calum said monotonously, turning the car off and unbuckling his seatbelt. I groaned loudly when I realised that we were at Calum's apartment and not mine. "I thought you were taking me home." I snarled at him, crossing my arms over my chest. "Not while you're drunk, love." He smiled sadly, but I ignored it. "Come on, let's go inside." I unbuckled my seatbelt furiously and got out of the car. "You know Calum, I'm still fucking angry with you. You did nothing but treat me like shit for nine of the twelve months we were together. You were a complete asshole. I'm sorry that I came to you tonight, you seem to be doing fucking fine without me. Just let me go home, you fuck head." I didn't believe a single word that I said/yelled, but Calum did. I still loved him, and I don't think anything would ever change that, but Calum couldn't see that, something in him switched. "Are you fucking kidding me? I know that I was the worst boyfriend someone could ask for. I know that. I fucking hate myself for that. Don't you dare think that I've been fine without you, y/n. I haven't. I love you, and I'm so fucking sorry for not showing you that before." He yelled. I was so confused with what I was feeling and my mind still felt numb, confirming Calum's diagnosis. He grabbed my wrist harshly and dragged me inside, pushing me up against a wall. "I fucking love you." He growled, his lips attaching to mine, which I willingly obliged to. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist and snaked my arms around his neck, my fingers locking in his hair. His hands found their way to the zip of my dark dress, slowly unzipping it. He pulled us away from the wall and began heading towards his bedroom, but murmured a 'fuck it' when we reached the kitchen. I pulled his shirt off and he placed me down on my feet, allowing me to get of of the dress properly. I palmed him through his jeans whilst leaving sloppy kisses down his chest. When I reached the top of his jeans, I undid the button with my fingers and used my teeth to undo the zip which earned a throaty groan from him. I smirked and looped my fingers in between the belt loops and slowly pulled down. I could feel Calum become impatient before me which only fed my smirk. When his too-tight jeans were off, I looked up at him, smirk still evident on my face and used my teeth to pull down his boxers, allowing his thick cock to slap up against his lower abdomen causing him to groan once again. I took his dick in my hand pumping a few times before I was cut off. "Fuck foreplay, get up here." He grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "Jump." He led me to the kitchen bench, and laid me on my back. He pulled my black panties off slowly, giving me a taste of my own medicine. "I fucking get it, Hood. Get on with it." I growled. He smirked and tapped his cock on my clit. I pushed up on my arms so I was sitting almost upright, Calum grabbed my hips and slammed into me. I let out a loud moan that could easily have been confused for a scream, but I didn't care. He would pull all the way out of me and slam back in, knowing it drove me crazy. He pulled my legs over his shoulder so he could reach my g-spot, which he did with ease. "You're.. still.. a fucking.. asshole.." I managed between gritted teeth in between thrusts. "I know." He panted, and reached down to my clit, rubbing in figure-eights. "I.. I-" I tried to warn him. "I know, let go baby." And with that I let go, screaming Calum's name as I entered my state of euphoria. Calum continued thrusting throughout my high until he too released his load. He pull out of me and brought me to the couch that was mere meters away. "You know, Michael is gonna kill me if he finds out we just did that in the kitchen." He chuckled, suddenly in a better mood. "I would too." I sighed, sitting up from my position on Calum's chest. "Y/n," he paused, him too sitting up. "I just wanna apologise." There was a long pause, but I could see he was trying to focus on the words he was about to say, so I let him go. "For nine whole months, I treated you like absolute shit. Hell, I treated everyone like shit, but you in particular. I took everything I had for granted and I am so sorry that I hurt you." He took a big breath, and I could tell that he was on the verge of crying. "The day you left me was a turning point in my life. I had one of those things, what are they called? You know off the Simpsons movie?" "An epiphany?" "An epiphany." He sighed. "I realised that over those nine months, I lost everyone I love. Even Mali-Koa won't talk to me." And that's when he really began to cry. I was too shocked that he had actually realised how badly he was treating everyone to even comprehend that he was crying. "I came to realise that for the last three months of my shit, I only had two people who stayed. You and Michael. And Michael didn't count because he wouldn't talk to me, he still doesn't really. And when you left," his breath was uneven and tears were spilling down his face. "When you left, I didn't have anyone. I cried for a solid week, all those times I was a complete dick to you just kept replaying over and over in my head, it was like you were haunting me. And it took all of me not to call you." "Why didn't you call me?" My voice was small, and tears were rimming my eyes too. "I didn't want to hurt you again. Hell, y/n. I don't want you to ever be hurt again, that's why I couldn't let you go home drunk, alone." I wiped his tears from his fade with my thumb. "I love you y/n, and I don't think I'll ever stop loving you." "Cal," I cried, my feelings getting the better of me. "I love you too, but I can't do this anymore. You say this now while your sober, but what happens when you drink again?" "I haven't touched a single drink since the day you left. I couldn't." I couldn't stop myself from hugging him, my arms latching on around his chest. "We can talk about this in the morning. We should go to bed, I.. er.. I'll sleep on the couch and you can take my bed." "We already fucked, Hood. Can't we just sleep here?" My voice was sleepy, which he chuckled at. "Right." He picked me up and carried me to his bed, placing me on 'my' side of the bed, and getting in himself. He held me close to him, his chin resting on the top of my head. "I wrote a song about you." His voice was soft and muffled from a pillow. "What's it called?" I whispered back, almost asleep. "Lost boy." You can request 5sos/dylan Obrien smut in my ask. also go listen to lost boy now and cry your eyes out-