HAMMOCK HIDEAWAY - N.RK
SUMMARY: your husband finds you idling along the hammock within the backyard to de-stress, and what a lovely opportunity he takes to help :) (4.6k)
PAIRING: husband!riki x afab!reader
CONTAINS: semi-public sex (fingering), clothed sex, domestic!ki anxiousmama!reader, petnames + praise!!! expressed consent :) mentions of shared children, and (honey) blond ki here :) neruda reference!!! (slight disdain for summer) and a pinch of daddy!ki for father's day. mostly proofread !!!
NOTES: bye-bye spring! apparently, the last day is.....today! (or yesterday, by the time i post!!) this was another really fun one to write! can be read before the treehouse story if you'd like, but they are within the same series :)
there's a subtle melancholy about watching beautiful things slip away.
though you know in your heart it'll return next year, spectating as spring sinks into summer is a feeling that you will never grow used to. watching the cherry blossoms shift into a vibrant green amongst trees, the low chirp of morning birds that turn into ominous hums amongst cicadas, or seeing the once-bright lilies wither away in the heat hadn't exactly been the highlight of your year.
it's why, despite the inevitability of the season burning into another, you cling to the feeling spring brings, swaying as gracefully as the daffodils just below the hammock you lie upon. your eyes are shut in quiet bliss, allowing the cool breeze to drift along the lids in a manner that allows you to focus on nothing more than the calm it offers. even if they had been peeled, there had only been so much offered light behind the overbearing clouds despite the day breaking hours ago. the sprinkles of sunlight that somehow did filter through the trees provided nothing more than comfort, warm decoration along the knitted blanket you were under.
it was an oasis of a sort, being able to do such. being a parent often felt like a never-ending overstimulation of every sense, but putting at least one at bay, even if only for a while, felt like a recalibration of the others. in the hammock of your backyard, there were no cries or fussing amongst two children, just the morning calls of a flock. no pungent smells of putty and spilled drinks, just the scent of grass and earthy moss. no hurried steps against the clock shared between you and your husband but rather........soft ones....slow....? accompanied by the low click of the.....patio door?
your eyes fly open to meet the tired ones of your husband, who groggily steps off the burnt orange patio to near the hammock. his steps, just as your ears had picked up on, are almost lethargic in how they move before planting themselves in front of the cotton material. he offers a pout in his delicate features that makes your chest ache with a sliver of guilt.
he does not yet verbalize the plea his expression offers. only wears a look of gentle sadness to accompany his disheveled appearance, with ruffled honey-blond hair and loose-fitting pajamas.
even as the guilt pinches at your heart with a pang at his expression, you can't say you truly regret slipping away for a glimmer of peace before the day truly started. in fact, you find yourself rationalizing it, already knowing what he would say. "morning, ki," you say, offering a soft smile. "i'm....sunbathing."
his voice slips into the chorus of songbirds in a low tone, gravelly and deepened from the slumber he's been summoned from in lieu of your absence. "g'morning, hun....." he utters, pushing his fingers into his sleep-mussed hair. then a quick glance at the cloud-draped gradient sky before turning back to you, he let the words spill from his lips. "...there's hardly any sun at all."
if the brown eyes of his that peered at you under the trickle of soft light weren't enough to undo you alone, his morning voice almost certainly had done the job. and if you weren't in desperate need of relaxation outside of the home, the booming voice could have easily coaxed you back into the bed from which you snuck out of. wrapped in his arms and the warmth of it alone. "i'm....cloud-bathing, then."
a humorless chuckle tumbled off his lips, temporarily breaking the pout embedded upon them. "baby....." he says, the pitch of plea in the word somehow still as deep as his usual voice. "don't think the clouds are letting up anytime soon today."
that, was unfortunately true. what had also been, however, was the fact that the moment your girls got up, they would be as persistent as the weather itself. would likely keep you on your feet until you'd been greeted by the eventual roll of the sunset. even if implied you could come back later, the chances were paper-thin.
and with each day nearing the formal beginning of summer, you'd want to soak in as much of the gentle breeze of spring as you could. for in a matter of days, you'd be unable to lie in the hammock around the same time of day without the glisten of sweat to complement your features, the humidity sweeping in the place of the breath of spring; sun beaming rather than sprinkling along your body.
"i know, ki," you say, nearly letting your eyelids drop to slip back into serenity —and because it was easier to avoid the plea in his gaze that way— "i just.....i wanna stay a while."
a knit between his brows appears. "stay with me, hun," his voice croaks as his nimble hand reaches past the blanket to take your own. "come back to bed."
your resolve starts to slip at the way his gentle words slip from his lips. and as your eyes manage to remain open long enough to capture his state, you think for one moment, it may just crumble. even amidst the cast of subtle shadows along his sulky expression, in the white tank and navy pajama bottoms he stood in; nothing seems to undo you more emotionally.
post-day break of the morning looks good on him. it's a miracle that it's one of the few things that don't shift with time, nor is it stolen by a season. countless years could pass, and you'd know this to be true. the beauty of his angular features belonged to you in every quiet pocket or glimpse of light for days to come; you'd vowed it, hand in his on that fateful day years ago.
it's why a comfort rests in your chest upon the recognition that no change outside of the variables of life itself could affect the way you saw him. not the touch of age along smooth skin, nor physical or mental scars brought by challenges from the outside world.
the same, however, could not be said for spring. the season was within mere moments of being wiped clean, only to bring about its beauty on the other side of the calendar. it's why you gently tug away from his grasp, offering another soft smile, and a gentle pledge. "i'll join you in a bit, hm?" you say. "ten minutes."
riki's hand only tightens around your hand, the pout finally slipping out of his features to offer something more incredulous in a cock of his brow. "seriously?"
there's hope in his voice, but it's tinged with some quiet disbelief. you want to believe the words yourself, but deep down know they are more a consolation than a promise. sometimes ten minutes blurred into twenty; others longer than that. it wasn't that you were bad with time; just that he'd been ever the perfectionist, especially when it came to waiting along the bedside for you.
perhaps it's why you can't bring yourself to offer confirmation of your words; offering a new set that feels better. "maybe.....fifteen?"
fifteen, you reiterate in your mind. fifteen sounds good. fifteen could get lost in the moment, yes, but under the dappled sunlight you weren't sure what number couldn't.
but the number isn't as golden to him. because with a drop of his brow, he slips out of his slippers before steadying the hammock. his large figure moves to climb into the structure, warmth engulfing your body as he slides next to yours. "fifteen, hm?"
you anchor the soft smile, lifting up the knit blanket to assist him in getting comfy. because the truth was, no matter what you said, he'd known and you'd known the truth. that the point at which you would truly return to the shared mattress was dependent on you being guided there by a gentle hand.
so you silently thank him as he presses kisses along your forehead, as if to read every thought held behind it. marriage did that after a while, and upon having the warmth of it alongside the comfort of the season, you couldn't be more grateful.
he shifted himself into a position so as not to heavily disturb your own, settling into the deep pocket to keep your body upon his chest. amidst the sea of kisses he'd planted, you feel his hand drop to the waistband of your string-drawn nightwear, tugging at the fabric. "i can think of a better way to spend fifteen minutes."
his voice is dripping with suggestion, and while the premise is tempting, —and deeply so— you did not want to cause anything to disrupt the quiet bubble around you and riki and the yellow and lavender singed sky. "and what about little chaos?"
"fast asleep," he said, then another kiss. "should be for a while."
you lifted a brow at his optimism. if not for the window he'd thought out, then for the confidence he'd had in sneaking back inside without causing a bump within it. you were astonished he'd managed to slip past the patio without awaking the flood to begin with. "that's...generous."
his brow lifts at the irony of your sudden punctuality. "at least thirty minutes," his hand slips momentarily, as if once again reading your mind. "s'that why you didn't want to come back to bed?" his fingers bring your chin up toward him in a nudge. "hm?"
you nod slowly. it had been the partial reason, of course, though most certainly enough to keep you lying within the capture of cotton.
"baby..." his chest rumbled, the honeyed tone of his morning voice stirring in your core. "y'know i'd take care of it."
"i know, i know," you breathe as the gentle air drifts with his finger across your cheek. and you did. but hadn't wanted to make the request, nor sic the kids on him on one of his few off days, especially rena. the girl had been a menace lately, nonstop berating about how the backyard desperately needed a treehouse.
and in the early morning, amidst the break of a cool day before the solstice, it seemed like the perfect time to do so. no need to break anyone out of their routines. "just figured....you'd want to rest up is all."
his dark eyes drop to your lips as his tongue darts out to moisten his. then, a dip in his voice as he places another kiss, slower, along your head. "i'm fine, baby." then, a cock of his brow. "but.....s'that what you need hun? to relax?"
your eyes nearly flutter closed at his words, sinking into them like the truth they behold. another nod is offered against his chest, your voice trickling with the very need as you utter, "mhm."
at your hum, a somewhat hungry expression adorns his features. a pinch falls between his blond brows, though it's out of veneration this time rather than a pout. "yeah?" he asks, the sleepiness leaving no trace in his voice as it drops to the natural octave. "c'mere, then."
obedience sends your lips towards his, just as it does ripples of want in your core. and when the buttery-soft pair move against your own, you feel yourself nearly melt in the same manner. the kisses sing with a weight heavier than the lighter ones he'd placed about your features.
you break apart in chopped sets, merely for breath. the smacks of passion between deep, heavy kisses itch at a desire you'd long had for a while. you let out a moan as the craving etches its way out of you, long buried beneath the sea of responsibilities amidst parenthood.
the feeling is shared, as based on the way riki props himself among the cotton fabric, moving ever so slowly as to not disrupt its gentle sway. his hand finds that of your waistband again, tugging at the material with eager fingers.
you break the kiss to look up at him, want evident, but held at bay by the pressing thought. "maybe we should wait, ki." you whispered. temptation of making out in the hammock was in no way something you'd ever negate, but with where it was quickly heading, you weren't sure if it had done more soothing than building another —and far louder— ache.
his lips take yours again, bringing about the gentler, soothing kisses as he mutters words along your skin. "trust me, mamas." another kiss, just as soft but longer along your lips, as if savoring the taste. "turn around for me?"
it's an easier feat than one would imagine, flipping around in the swing. your body twists so that your back is pressed against his chest in a matter of seconds, his hands ghosting along your figure as you do. the hyperawareness of his action and presence sends a shiver through you, almost as viscerally as it does when he snakes his hand past the waistline of your pants.
you let out a gasp as his fingers tease the undergarment along your sensitive skin, earning a grasp at his arm in shock of the touch. "ki," you whisper, raking your fingers along the pale skin.
"relax, baby," he coos, continuing to press kisses along your skin, this time in the dips of your shoulders from behind, along the erogenous zones of your neck. "can you do that for me?" another kiss, wetter along your skin, then a nibble at your ear. "hm pretty?"
you nod slowly, easing into his touch as you loosen the grasp at his arm in quiet submission. the worries of all that could go wrong creep back into your mind, but not before the evident perception of your husband, who seems to have read it again.
he tugs at the knitted fabric of the blanket, as if to provide reassurance with the very gesture that what occurs below it remains solely between you both, husband and wife. that anything that could not be hidden behind the large wooden fence that enclosed the yard would be, by the comfort of the cloth. anything within the walls, too. "should we have any interruptions," he releases the blanket. "i'll handle it, okay?"
it's only when you nod that riki's hand returns beneath the slip; and a breath of fresh air fills your lungs. the long fingers continue to dance along the slim fabric of your underwear, earning soft sound from his lips when you finally lean into his touch. "that's it, baby." he coos, fingers plucking at the strap of your panties. "can i make you feel good?"
a flush of heat dresses your face at the understanding he has no intention of returning to the house, or even unbuckling his pants, no. he plans to do with you what your beloved season of spring does to the cherry blossoms of trees, right on the cusp of a burning summer: and with his fingers alone.
you bite your lip in anticipation, willing your voice not to quiver as he traces teasing circles along your clothed mound. "mhm," you mutter, letting your racing thoughts slip as one with the wind. "yes, ki." you hum back.
you can hear the smirk in his voice just before he places kisses along your shoulder, a low rumble in his words. "atta girl," he coos. "stay quiet for me?"
the question is the only warning you get before his slim fingers pull the thin fabric of your panties to the side, and he runs a single digit down your clit. the touch is light, enough to ignite a heat in your belly, but not quite the friction required for deep pleasure. the gentle tease sends a ripple up your spine, a gentle gasp etching its way out at the stroke.
the noise from your throat does little to encourage the shifting of pressure along your nerves. he only continues pushing toward and past the hood, shallowing your slick lips in slow touches, agonizing strokes.
you spread your legs as much as the hammock allows, throwing a calf over his to provide more space as his fingers move. but the manner in which his fingers dip into the entrance of your pussy before tauntingly gliding along the slit suggests he's got no need for extra space. he simply wants to see you squirm a bit. it's shown rather quickly how much he craves it in the form of his hardening member pressing along your back as you chase the feeling only his hands can bring.
bashedly, the wish is granted when you clutch his arm, offering a plea between gasps for him to apply more pressure. "ki......" you moan gently, clawing at the pale skin. "need more," a pathetic whimper escapes at the flick of his finger. "please, i need—"
the warmth of lips meets a spot on your cheek, gently as he applies slight depth to his touch. "mm, i know, mamas," he speaks, the vibrations humming along your skin. lust blooms in your chest at his words. "gonna give you everything you need, okay?"
the words sound like a vow, ones that ring so true that it's a miracle you're actually surprised when he acts on them seconds later. he sinks his middle finger into the depths of your pussy in one fluid motion, earning an unguarded moan from your lips. in the heat of your walls, his finger feels like bliss as he drags it along the ridges in a slow motion.
your eyes squeeze themselves shut in pure reaction to the feeling as your cunt twitches with each movement. "sh.....shit, ki," you clutch his arm harder, something between a low whimper and a poorly hushed moan leaves your lips. "mph, f...uck,"
the sounds of moisture beneath the blanket build in volume as he begins to move; each thrust of his long finger pushing in and out of your sopping cunt at an agonizing pace. riki hums a low warning along your ear amidst your crumbling disposition, a smirk still evident in his voice. "easy, baby." he nibbles along the flesh of your lobe. "you gonna stay quiet for me?"
"ngh!" you cry, peeling your hand from around his arm to slam it across your lips. you can't even get out an acknowledgment beyond a muffled moan in response; a further display of your undoing.
this unraveling is encouraged by him pushing another finger into you, rocking both at a faster pace as his wrist rests below your belly. your other hand slips from his arm, clutching the blanket that hides his knuckle-deep fingers moving rapidly within your walls as you attempt to ground yourself.
the attempt is futile, of course. so much so, that you drop your other hand from your mouth, expelling a series of shaky moans from as riki finger fucks you. "shi......it......ki." you cry, chewing at your lips to try to stop what pleasure-weakened hands could not. "feels......so.....fuckin' go.....od." a breathy whimper frees itself as he moves. "fuuu....ck"
the once gentle sway of the hammock shifts into something more urgent as riki toys about the sensitive depths of your body. pushing in with deep strokes before sliding all the way out, he drags your slick along your clit in devastating circles that make your feet curl and heart stir.
amidst the somewhat stifled high-pitched moans of your own, riki, brushing plump lips along your neck, spends kind words upon you as you twist in pleasure. "shiiiit," he hisses, the breeze only aiding in the chill along your skin that his voice provides. "pussy's so damn tight around me,"
an involuntary spasm around his fingers echoes this truth, and your eyes roll back just as uncontrollably as he plunges even deeper before pulling his fingers out. the same devastating motions of him finger-fucking you before rolling your clit around in juices is enough to blur all rational thought. moans of pleasure slip out freely, as though their suppression had been ill-fated to begin with.
"fuck, baby," riki's voice spills with want as his dark eyes under pinched brows watch you twist about. "look so fuckin' pretty like this."
his body can't seem to contain its own expression of pleasure, his slender figure grinding against yours in every subtle tremor, shake and twist you emit. the press of his hard cock against your ass nearly sends you over the edge as he runs and rolls his fingers along the silk of your pussy. he uses the hand that props up his shoulder to tilt your face toward his again, and the image of him —plump lips parted in awe at your undoing— proves to be nearly too much.
the heat in your belly may as well be an inferno as it expands, lighting up every nerve along your pussy as he flicks, fucks and rubs your twitching cunt. your chest grows heavy with short breaths as you attempt to steady the ever-growing high that threatens to spill over. "ki," you moan pitifully, unable to keep his gaze as you turn and twist about in the hammock. your head falls against the cushion of the pillow, putting your sight in line with the string of fabric you clutch at. "i'm gonna.......i'm......go....."
"aw, pretty," riki coos, using the hand propped underneath you to pinch at your clothed nipples. "you're gonna what, hm?"
your eyes squeeze tightly as you near the end of your coil; vision blurring in pleasure in the brief moments they can stay open. the daffodils that surround the hammock turn into mere specs; yellow dots, adorning the yard, the same way casts of shadows do along the verdant oasis. in a moment of bliss, your eyes fall upon the cloudy sky that parts to offer a slight speck of the sun. and as it finds its way through trees to hit your face, you feel as if you've never truly seen the light before then.
a shudder races through you as the coil snaps, sending waves of euphoria about your body. you succumb to the feeling of bliss as riki's rhythm slows to meet the tempo of your high, rubbing away gently as your senses peak. "fuuuck," you moan out, a spasm of nerves sending your body into a frenzy. "fuck, fuck, i'm coming!"
you only hope the birdsong is enough to drown out your wails of pleasure as you tighten and pulse around his fingers. a sharp buzzing sensation floods your senses from your head to toe, every echo earning light shocks. "shiitt, ki, fuck!" your moans twisting into a string of hushed breaths between swears.
"shitttt, baby." riki groans as he brings your body closer to his. he grinds himself along you as you ride out the high, as if feeling the same sparks of pleasure of release he'd given you. "that's it, hun."
"mph, ki," you whimper, gently pushing at riki's hand that's slowed to the same teasing pace from earlier. the delicate touch you'd once squirmed for now stings with the bite of overstimulation, making your legs tremble with each gentle flick.
but it's only when your tremors slow to light twitches that he tugs his fingers from your pussy. you watch in awe as his tongue glides along his slick fingers peeled from your underwear, as if licking a nectar brought about from the prettiest flower he'd known. one that would endure the fleetingness of a spring day or the eventual sting of summer. and based on the unwavering look in his eyes as he suckles along the digits, it is one ever so sweet.
heat decorates your face as you break eye contact in a flutter of your lids. marriage had claimed many things over the years: responsibilities, long stretches of time, at times even your own volition. one thing it never seemed to steal was butterflies. and as you lie in the hammock with them swimming in your chest, you can't help but crack a shy smile.
riki drops his hand to place gentle kisses along the edges of your lips, the taste of your essence remaining on his. he hums a low rumble of pride as he brushes a finger along your sun-sprinkled cheek. "feel better mamas?"
you nod slowly, sinking into his depth. the hammock returns to it's gentle sway, the spring offering it's remnants of relaxation in the form of a gentle breeze. "mhm," you croak, voice tired with pleasure. "i love you, ki."
riki's voice booms with a laugh as gentle as the wind. "love you too, hun."
you pull his fingers from your face, interlacing them with your own. a chuckle then bubbles in your throat; your lips twisting in the familiar apology usually belonging to the bedroom. "i don't think i was too loud......right?"
riki's eyes slim with a knowing look, and you feel your heart stir. the answer almost makes its way from his lips, then decides to reveal itself in the form of another noise. the slow hiss of the patio door opening, followed by the pinch of it closing shut.
in a flash, the low-lidded expression of his face disappears, replaced by one of quiet urgency. he spends a series of kisses along your skin as he steadies the swing. "i'll take care of it, okay?" he whispers, offering a deeper, parting kiss as he prepares to leave. "rest up. take all the time you need, hm?"
you nod slowly as he slips out of the hammock, and into his slippers. the joys of parenthood tear at the shared moment in the form of the pitch of your eldest, rena as riki emerges from the slip. and just like that, he is a father again, the paternal tone in his voice stirring about something wild in your chest. "hey, little chaos." he coos, crossing up to the burnt orange stairs to meet his girl. "join me inside?"
thumps sound along the patio, and you can almost picture the young girl bouncing excitedly as riki takes her hand. and when she asks about where you are, you hear the hiss of the door slide open, followed by the boom of your husband's laugh as he likely guides her into the shared home. "mommy's…..out of commission right now."
the door clicks shut within seconds, and you let the chuckle fly from your lips. because amidst the trickle of light and the low hum of a buzz along the skin, she is, in fact, very much so.
still, as the cascade of light dons your features, you find yourself gripping the knit blanket to toss it aside. the breath of spring sings with melodies you'd long miss when the time comes for it to slip away. quiet shaking of leaves along the trees above, ghosts of hushed sessions along strings of cotton in the backyard, and gentle chimes of warblers. it is, however, the loudest of them all calls from beyond the sea of daffodils and dandelions, within the home you share. this melody, though at times trying, is the one that resonates with the undeniable clarity of a love that extends beyond the ever-changing seasons alone.
it's why the time you take does not get to melt into fifteen, nor twenty minutes. it's spent in a matter of seconds as your feet swing over the edge of the hammock, slipping onto the bed of grass before finding your shoes. because if there's anything more melancholic than watching a season slip away, it is allowing a day to do so without loved ones.
while the clouds remain the forefront of this particular morning, you feel that a change is soon to come. and though spring is your favorite, it is with a quiet acceptance you see it out, with the knowledge it won't be long before its return. so when you near the burnt patio on shaky feet as the heat of summer threatens to spill its way into the safe haven of your backyard, it is this time, that you finally let it.
