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hungry hingry hippos (dad!cal)

a/n: sorry for the typos!! this is both cute and smutty. well, i think it’s cute in some parts, haha. definitely smutty though. you can read my other dad!cal blurbs/one shots/whatever you want to call them here and if you would like to be tagged when i post, please just send me a message!! <3

warnings: drinking, swearing, slight dom!cal, spitting, idk if i would call it cum play, shoking

length: 4.3k

you've been home alone with calum for less than an hour and a half. your sister has the kids for the evening and this, the alone time, is long overdue. between tours and having two kids under the age of five you need this. the very first thing that happened when you got home from dropping the kids off was calum attaching himseld to you, pressing you up against the door and biting at your lips as he hungrily kissed you. you'd welcomed it entirely, letting your hands pull at his clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a short trail to the living room. that was as far as you'd made it before he had you the first time, on the sofa with your knees bent high. your thighs squeezed his waist as you'd come undone under him, one of his arms braced on the arm as the other had snaked between you to let his fingers swirl around your clit, making sure you'd finished first before letting himself go with a series of short erratic thrusts. after that, you'd nearly fell asleep there, him on top of you, exhausted from not the act but from life, and the kids, and how nothing ever stopped.

"nope, we're not doing this," you nudged him, nudging him off of you so you could get up from under him. you didn't bother with clothes as you made your way to the kitchen, tip toeing for a couple of wine glasses long forgotten about. they don't look dusty but you give them a quick rinse and dry anyway before looking over to see calum's naked form appearing.

"we have to take full advantage of our night to ourselves," you insist as he comes up behind you and wraps you in his arms, his lips doing what they're good at, attaching thermselves to your neck in a silly raspberry, making you laugh loudly and wiggle back against him, somehow coming closer even though you're trying to get away.

"we drinkin?" he asks between his first and second raspberry, noticing the wine glasses you have in front of you on the counter and you can't help but wiggling around in his arms, nodding your head as you look up at him, letting your hand come up to let your fingers flick at one of his nipples. the appearance of the poutn on his lips is immediate and more laughter spills from you.

"payback," you mumble quietly as you make tyourself tall enough to press a kiss to his lips, appreciating the fact that he meets you in the middle, letting the kiss transition into something a little deeper before you pull back with a genuine smile on your face. "wine night," you answer his question. he lets you go with a nod, moving to the wine rack to contemplate your choices.

"cab sauv or pino grigio or malbec?" he questions and you actually have to take a moment and to think about it because you know he's looking at the good stuff, the stuff that's not a ten dollar bottle of red or whate, whatever you're feeling that day. this is special.

"malbec." you finally answer, looking at him before continuing. "we have that aged cheddar and that chocolate, i think. with the chilis in it? unless..." you trail off, eyes narrowing as you glare at him a little at even the thought that he may have both found and consumed the chocolate you're talking about.

"don't look at me that way," he laughs, shaking his head and reaching out for the proper bottle, "i have no idea where you hid that chocolate, so unless our four year old climbed up to wherever you put it, it should still be safe,"

a moment later sees you pushing a chair up to the counter and climbing up so you can reach the highest cabinet. opening it, you nod your head as the chocolat ein question comes into sight. you grab it easily, closing the door quickly and climbing back down and appearing at calum's side again like you'd never been clumbing on your kitchen counter at all.

"i am fully aware i need a new snack hiding spot now but if you will please pretend you didn't see that for the next week, i would very much appreciate that," you hold up the unopened bar of lindt chocolate with a smile, handing it to him. "and guard this with your life,"

you work swiftly as a team, calum opening the wine bottle as you find five year old aged cheddar in the fridge, cutting up a generous amount of cubes for the both of you so you can go back to the living room, finding yourselves sitting on the floor bottle of wine and a cutting board of cheese and chocolate between you. it almost feels weird to have nothing to do. there's always something. amaia and kai always need something. you'd like to say they took turns needing things but the truth was they both constantly needed something whether it was your two year old son asking to go tot he potty after he'd already done his job in his diaoer )he wasn't quite there, but he was definitely getting the idea) or your four year old daughter somehow sneaking off with the dog only to emerge both covered in glitter and markers. the quiet was nearly unsettling. it took a bottle of wine for the both of you to be sitting there, finally relaxed and non constantly thinking back to take a survey of where your children were and what they were doing.

you didn't even really know what to do with yourselves without the kids around. somewhere after the first glass of wine, after you'd had a full conversation about how kai was definitely left handed, and a whole different conversation about how the way he seemed to stand four inches from the televison told you that maybe his viewing distance wasn't the reason you suspected he needed glasses. maybe it was the fact that he tried to always stand so close lead you to thinking he couldn't see very well to begin with.

sometime during glass two you'd shifted on the floor, calum crawling over to the shelf of childrens board games, wiggling his butt at you as he did, before coming back with a couple boxes in his hands. you go for snakes and ladders first, setting up and happily sipping at the wine and chewing on the chocolate as you embark on a game.

"what the fuck thats not fair!" he exclaims as he's almost won, only to land on a spot that sends him the whole board, all the way back to nearly the start. you cackle with glee. a couple minutes later as you roll the exact number on the dice that you need to reach the end and win, you gloat.

"to me!" you raise your glass in a sloppy toast. theres's a smile on his face as he clinks glasses with you and you both down the rest of the good wine in your glasses. the next bottle you crack is not nearly as nice, but it's okay because you're drunk and floaty, and somehow it tastes just sa good with the sweet heat of the chocolate and the salty aged cheese.

you packing up the snakes and ladders. it looks just like your four year old packed it away. calum with his bigger body and his higher alcohol tolerance from tour laughs as he straightens it out and sets it to the side. it doesn't take long for his naked body to lean over a little and reach for a different box, looking at you with a smirk as he holds it up; hungry hungry hippos. your mouth drops open a little, head tilting as if to warn him before you can even form words.

"you're going down, hood," you speak a moment later as he opens the box up and sets the game up between you. you waste no time in refilling the wine glassses with the cheap stuff he'd brought back from the kitchen before you shift closer to get ready. if it weren't for the wine you'd feel a chill on the expanse of your back, hunched over a little because you mean business. in truth, goosebumps started to speckle over your skin, though neither you or calum would be able to tell if they were from beind cold or being competitive. there was something about hungry hungry hippos that turned you into lunatics, all of you. while the kids weren't present right now, you were both fully aware that the competitive streak you had between you was only bound to get more vicious when you didn't have to curb it for the sake of teaching the kids by example.

"no, you're giong down, hood," he was just as competitive, his own body hunched forward, hand placed at the lever on his skid of the board, ready to start slapping at it.

"okay on go. and i swear to god if you even hit that thing before..." your threat is meant with laughter as calum shakes his head at you.

"already scared to lose. no confidence," he teases you amd you face settles into competition mode.

"3... 2.... `... go!" you watch him as you clowly count down and before you can even get the wrod go out of your mouth you're both slapping at the levers, both of you playing dirty, neither of you listening to the rules you'd set out for yourself.

"you little!!" you cry out your accusation, your free hand flying out to shove him a little, trying to distract him from the good game you know he plays. the thing is he knows you well and just ass soon as your arm is extended, so is his, and he's not playing nicely. his large hand covers your breast, squeezing clumsily as laughter pours from his lips. you yell out, dropping your hand to his thigh and squeezing back.

"CALUM! LET GO OF MY BOOB!" you yell at him. all the while your hand moves further up his thigh, nails digging in a little because you know he likes that.

"I WAS PREEMPTIVELY DEFENDING MYSELF!" he calls back out to you. both your free hands are slapping wildly at the plastic levers, rapidly making your hippos mouths move up and down, noisily chomping on tiny plastic balls, trying to swallow the most of them in the fastst time. he doesn't let go of your boob and you give up on his thigh, your arm moving out to shove at his face instead.

"THIS IS NOT FAIR!" he accuses you, and your elbow bends a litt,e body hunching in his direction to try and nudge his arm off of you. and that's when he brings you to a complete stop, his teeth sinking inro your finger and even the amount of wine you have in you cushions the sharp pain you feel.

"calum, fuck!" your movements stop and you pull your hand back, bringing it to your chest and guarding it carefully. the game is forgotten about and you can't even control the pout that's forming on your lips or the tears welling in your eyes. the thing is, your feelings aren't that hurt but even if you enjoy a bit of pain sometimes, your tolerance for it tends to be low.

"that fycking hurt, you turd," you've never been friendly with your words, and usually they come out in a playful joking tone. you can't control the slight bite they have to them this time and as you hear yourself, you move to stand, bare feet slapping the floot as you make your way to your bedroom, wiping at your tears because more than anything you're embarrassed by how serious that got.

"baby, come back. i'm sorry," he's up and following you as quick as it takes him to process that you've gotten up and walked away. it's not until you're both standing in the bedroom that he catches your arm, pulling it gently toward him and lifting the finger in question up to his face so he can inspect it. he's acting purely on instinct now, you've seen him do this dozens of times to amaia and kai, inspecting their ouches and deeming them minor enough that they're okay, but major enough to need a kiss to make it better. that's exactly what he does, bringing your finger to his lips and pressing three small kisses to it from the tip to the base.

"all better," he smiles at you before dropping your hand. instead his arms move, encircling you and pulling your body toward his. the heat of his skin is comforting and you can't help but let your head press to his shoulder, nodding your head with a sigh as he rubs slow circles onto the skin of your back. you're content where you are, letting him hold you for a minute, soaking in his uninterrupted affection. there's no kids about to tear you away from one another, your phones are down in the licing room with your discarded clothing and even though there's a tiny worry at the back of your mind that you're missing the call that might be telling you one of your kids crackled their skull open, you know that's just anxiety. besides, you're too drunk to be able to do anything about it if it were to happen. if your kids needed their parents, their sitter would have to bring them home to you.

you pull back after a long moment, looking up at calum with a little smile of your own. "now i know why kai's biting his sister," you point out and calum shakes his head laughing, reaching down to tickle your sides, earning himself a shriek from you as you wiggle your body away from him, lauhing and shaking your own head. you can't help yourself. before you know it you're retaiating, unable to let your competitive side settle even though it had earned you an actual hurtful bite a few moments ago. the way your fingers find his nipple is natural and you're ruthless as you grab ont it, twisting quick and sharp before letting go, getting ready to run.

"fuck!" the single word falls from his litps and it's really more of a hiss. there isn't even time for you to move away from him before the arms he'd previously been practically cradling you with tighten around you. what could only be described as a small shriek leaves you as he turns your body, whirling you around so that your back is pressed flush against his chest. the hand that had been tickling your side is pressed to your neck firmly. he tugs you against him and you let out a gasp. he's already hard. the unmistakable feeling of his cock pressing into your backside makes you shiver against him and there's no way you can help but push back, your back arching off of him as you push your backside firmly onto him so he can feel you.

"you're askin for it," his voice is deeper, and you nod your head against him before leaning it back to let it rest on his shoulder as a bit of dark laughter tumbles past your lips.

"want it," long gone are the days that you got shy about telling him what you want.

"tell me," he commands, his grip on your neck tightening just a little bit, eliciting a small impatient sigh from you.

"want your dick inside me," you comply immediately. there's no use in wasting time. he doesn't think so either. one, two, three beats later has you turned back artound, his hands shoving you back onto the bed. you land with an 'ooof' but it's followed closely by a moan as his hands grip at your thighs, pulling you back to the edge as he settles between your thighs. you watch him as he takes himself in his hand.

"fuck," the single word comes out in a whine and a pout forms on your lips as calum has the audacity to laugh at hoe desperate you are for him. he takes his time, hand running up and down his dick while the other comes up to you, petting your center with his fingers, spreading you and making sure you're still wet deom earlier. he barely grazes your clit and you whine again, moving your hips, trying to chase his fingers with your body before he's letting you go and guiding himself into you.

"fuckin magic," he mumbles, burying himself deep, bottoming out on the first thrust. his hands slide under your thighs, gripping hard as he pulls you just a bit further to him, your ass just off the edge. then one of your legs is up on his shoulder, his head turning to press messy kisses to the skin on your ankle, sucking at you, biting, leaving marks in unsuspecting places. he fucks you hard and fast, pulling nearly all the way out before burying himself over and over again. every push of his hips is met with a gasp or a cry from you and where your hands would normally move to cover your mouth, or where he would be trying to quiet you with a pillow so th ekids can't hear, you let them out into the air. there's no one around. no one is about to cry for you to fix something. calum isn't about to be needed to settle an argument between siblings. it's just the two of you and you're going to take advantage of it.

"fuck, fuck," it seems to be the only word he knows right now, eyes closed, mouth hanging oen against the skin of your ankle as he pulls out and stays there for a moment before just barely pushing back in, teasing you over and over with the head of himself. he knows exactly how your body works, that there's a sweet section of nerves around your entrance, that teasing it with just the tip will somehow have you wriggling under him, hips rocking up wanting more. just as you cry out louder, whining because you can feel the familiar heat of orgazm pooling deep in your belly, he slams all the way back in and you scream. you're done. he leans forward, bending you with him, and his back curls to press his open mouthed kisses to your breasts, moaning against you as he captures a nipple with his mouth, sucking lazy for a moment before he abandons the effort. instead he braces himself with one hand on the bed, the other reaching for yours. it's almost tender the way he laces your fingers, giving your hand a squeeze before bringing it up to his neck and letting it go. you know what he wants. the way his hips are starting to move erratically tells you he's close. you don't even need to hear him.

"gonna cum," he warns you anyway and you nod, pressing your hand to his neck hard, making sure both your thumb and index finger are on either side, cutting off his circulation just enough. even then, he sinks his neck further into your hand, eyes falling shut, mouth hung open as he burys himself into you one last time. the sound tha tleaves him can only be descrubed as a strangled yell, the sound lower than it normally would be. you wait until you know he's finidhed before letting his neck go, your legs falling slack at his side as he collapses on top of you. both your chests are heaving against one another and he stays inside of you, resting there while he recovers. you let h im take his time before nudhing him off of you and when you expect h im to roll to the side, he only sinks to his knees on the floor in front of you. you're exactly where he put you before, the perfect spot for him to lazily lift a thigh over his shoulder as he rallies, burying his face in you. he's never been selfish.

"oh my god," you mumble, lifting your head to look down at him. the sight of you covering his nose and mouth, brown eyes peering up at you hungrily always drives you insane. you can feel his tongue lapping at you,the muscle flattening as he licks you from top to bottom and back up again, venturing so close to your asshole, teasing you for a moment before you feel his hands on the backs of your thighs again, this time pushing them up, exposing more of your backside to him as he licks you there, teasing the ring of muscle that you can't help but clench a little as he works, willing yourself to relax into him. it's fucking magical, the way he can make you come undone with just his tongue.

"calum. baby. i'm-fuck," you whine. none of your words come out coherently and you're left with your mouth hanging open, hips jerking as he brings his tongue back to your warm center, teasing you there too. you can hear the sounds he's making, the wet squishing of not only you but him as he moans into you.

"we taste so fuckin good. you're such a good girl," he praises you and gives one fell swoop of his tongue over the length of you before dropping your legs. then he's hovering above you, smirking a little as one of his hands holds the bottom of your chin. your mouth is still hanging openm ready and waiting for what he's got for you. he spits right into your mouth and you whine loudly, mouth closing as your tongue swirls the weird sweet salty mixture of his cum and your slick around your mouth.

"so fuckin good," he repeats himself and just like that he's returning to where he'd been. tongue lapping at you with a purpose. he wastes no time sliding two long fingers into you and curling them forward. he's an expert at this. you can remember when he wasn't; when you had to give him instructions and guidamce on how to make you feel good. those days were long gone. not he knew exactly which ways to curl his fingers to find the exact spot that would unravel you, leave you with a heavy chest and moands falling uncontrollably from your lips. his free hand came up, arm laying across your hips to hold you down as he found tge soit ge was looking for, bracing himself against you as the sounds coming from you got louder, hips fighting harder against him. he worked his fingers inside of you, tongue pressing in the spaces around your clit and occasionally right onto it as you shook, trembling under him. a heel pressed hard onto his back, surely leaving a bruise as you let go entirely. your orgasm was like a wave crashing over your whole body and he stayed with you through the whole thing, slowly letting up his assault as your hips slowed. his grip on you loosened and you whimpered as he slowly pulled his fingers from you, shiney and coated in a mixture of you both. his movements were slow and languid as he pushed his own body up, watching as you laid with your eyes closed, chest heaving, trying to get control of your breathing. he smirked a little, proud of himself, and lifted his arm to wipe the slick off of his face. he laid besode you with ease, an arm curling around you, bringing you close to his chest. you opened your eyes to look at him. that glazed out look was his favorite and with a tiny, happy laugh he lifted the fingers he'd had inside of you to your mouth. you'd give him anything at this point. willingly, you chased his fingers, though it didn't take much, capturing them between your lips and lazily sucking yourself off of them.

"good girl," he praised you one last time before scooping you up with the other arm, too, moving you further up onto the bed so you could lay comfortably, curled up together, his hands rubbing slow circles onto your skin.

it's ten months after that night that you're awake with a screaming newborn, holding your brand new daughter to your chest as you sit in the rocking chair.

"come on, hungry hungry hana," you encourage her, trying desperately to get her to latch onto you. calum is just as exhausted as you are, leaning against the door frame watching you.

"are you sure you don't want me to try to bottle feed her?" he asks you, even though he knows the answer will be no. he can't help himself from wanting to make things easier for you. but having three kids doesn't make you any less stubborn than you were when he'd first met you.

"no, we'll get it. it just takes practice," you speak quietly, trying again. she just screams around you impatiently, hungry. calum nods his head and disappears. when he returns aufh a bottle in one hand you give him a pleading look and he takes her from you, brown eyes meeting yours as he asks for permission one more time with his eyes. you nod your head and a moment later he's got her scooped up into his arms, supporting her head as he rubs the nipple pf the bottle on her lips.

"that it, hungery hungry hana," he coos down at her. she takes it easily, the bottle letting her suckle the milk easier than your breast had. she quiets. relief washes over you as you close your eyes, letting yourself doze.

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