A Little Quiet [ Part. 2 ]
morpheus x gn!reader - explicit nsfw, straight up filth, afab!reader, fwb, reader (18+) is in college, morpheus is still learning how to not be an asshole, a smidge of angst (1325 words)
a/n: please see below [gif creds to @/vampgf]
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Dream's slender fingers glide along your chest, dragging a line from your collarbone down to the stiff peak of your nipple. His previous words ring in your ears, as you muster the courage to meet his gaze.
'I will retain your attention through ways of my own.'
A shiver travels down your spine as your mind races through the implications of his promise, walls clenching around nothing. As if he can feel it, Dream grunts and moves his fingers downwards, closer toward the throbbing ache inside of you. "It seems that you are impatient tonight." He mutters, chest rising in a soft chuckle. It does nothing to amuse you, red-hot embarrassment flushing through you, and yet, your body continues to seek friction against his. You writhe desperately in the hopes that he will stop with the frivolities and just touch you already, but it seems that Dream has been consumed with an odd mood tonight. One that involves teasing.
His godforsaken fingers continue to skim over your navel, your hips, your thighs, until finally you crack.
"Just touch me." You practically mewl in frustration, eyes tight shut and body all too hot to bear.
At this, your eyes flutter open again, all movement ceasing. Dream's pearly admiration of you had a tinge of darkness behind it, glowering from beneath the surface.
"You are not in the position to be making demands."
You feel as though all time has paused, that all in the Dreaming has suspended in mid-air. There is nothing in this moment aside from the fathomless eyes that are pouring themselves into yours, daring you to object to his statement. You're not exactly sure you even want to do so.
"Alright, Lord of the Dreaming." you murmur, not missing the audible groan that graces his lips upon hearing such a formal manner of address.
"It'll do you good to keep that attitude," he continues lowly, the raspiness of his voice making your ribcage tremble something in-between fear and arousal. "I find that it suits you." You almost object to that last quip of his but Dream has you beat, finally thrusting a finger inside of you. You moan so loudly that it would be mortifying if you were back in your college dorm, but here in the Dreaming, you were safe. Morpheus keeps a staggering slow pace, inserting another finger and pumping deep inside of you all whilst his eyes don't leave yours. It all feels too much, his presence is overbearing and somehow still not enough. You bite down the urge to ask him for more, but in true Morpheus fashion, he reads your body language with ease and adopts a more steady rhythm.
When his heavy panting begins to align with yours, you realise that Dream has been stroking himself with his free hand, honouring the same pace he maintained with you. The tip of his dick bobs in and out of view as he strokes himself, hips fucking into his palm. The sight makes you clench once more, although this time around something of substance. Dream's movements stutter slightly before speeding up, making the sounds of your wetness echo harshly throughout the chamber.
"You're doing so well for me." He hums, his own movements becoming sloppier with frantic urgency. After a few more thrusts, he abruptly stops, removing his fingers and moving his hands to your waist. You shoot him a confused look before he flips you over with ease, your cheek now pressed flat against the dark sheets. At times, you forget that he is an Endless. It is scarily easy to do so, especially in moments of passion, but Dream always manages to remind you. His extraordinary nature will always triumph over his humanity. Always.
You do not have time to dwell on the matter, however, as you feel something hot and hard prodding at your entrance. Morpheus drags his dick across your folds as you sigh in satisfaction at the pressure, sticking your ass out for more relief.
"Enjoying ourselves, are we?"
You jump when you feel his voice in your ear, lips grazing your helix as he breathes warm air down your neck. It scatters throughout you like a log catching on fire, your body breaking out into a desperate sweat. "With you, always." You reply shakily, relishing in the feeling of his cool fingers moving the damp hairs off of your neck. He hums blissfully in response, aligning himself against you once more before sliding it in, this time with no teasing to be seen.
Dream is relentless. He pounds you as if there is nothing after this, after this moment. You cry out in pleasure, the pressure inside of you completely different to before. You felt undeniably full, fucked out of your mind as your body rocked into the sheets in synchronisation with his. You wish for this moment to never stop. You wish to feel his weight upon yours forever. But as your orgasm builds, so does the fear. When you are done, he will undeniably tear away from you. As per your routine, you will awaken alone in a cold sweat, in a small, overpriced college dorm in the middle of nowhere. You will go about your day pretending that he didn't take up every other thought in your mind, and then you will bear the intense, one-sided longing until he felt to see you again.
Though you are once again distracted, Dream does not mention it. Or perhaps he doesn't notice. His broken gasps eventually bring you back to him, to your Morpheus right in front of you, as he struggles to keep himself upright over your scalding body. His arms waver as he speeds up, choking back the groans that begin to rise in his throat. These are your favourite moments, when he is becoming undone, unruly. They are only yours, for now.
You begin to feel that familiar twitch in your own abdomen now, snaking your hand down to apply pressure onto your clit. Dream swats it aside before replacing it with his own, deft fingers working in quick circles against you. "Fuck," You croak into the sheets, muffled and tired and wanting. "Fuck, fuck, fuck-"
"Come on, sweet thing. Come for me." He pleads. You are unable to see his glassy eyes trained on the side of your face visible to him, holding on to every twitch of your features, every flutter of your lashes. He wishes to lean down and kiss it, but he won't. There is a distance he must adhere to and a line that must not be crossed. He can only watch in admiration as you finally catch your release, gasping and writhing beneath him. Your fingers clench around bundles of satiny fabric as you feel Dream catch up with you, his legs giving out and slumping over your body after he comes inside of you.
There is beauty in the silence that follows, the only sounds in the chamber being the mismatched breaths that belong to the two of you and the thump of the mattress, as Morpheus finally rolls onto his side.
"Thank you." You murmur, not facing him. You cannot bear to.
"You are always exquisite." He returns hesitantly, hands flexing at his side. Dream, too, casts his eyes toward the ceiling, unable to look at your face- undoubtedly glowing. He fears that if he were to turn and look at you, that line would be crossed. His self-control has been wearing increasingly thin; it is unlike him to go wandering through the Waking World for selfish matters such as pleasure. He hates himself for knowing where his heart is beginning to lead, but he hates you more for his growing desire to let it.
"I think we must talk," He begins, but the bed feels suddenly emptier next to him. Dream turns his head to look at the dishevelled sheets beside him and sighs, your body long gone, scattered into atoms and washed back into the Waking World. Perhaps another time.
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a/n: holy shit thank u all so so so much for all the feedback on the last post. i am so eternally grateful for all the wonderful tags and comments in particular. i've tagged some specific commenters/rb's that i thought might want to see the part 2 below (let me know if u guys would like me to remove you!)
once again, thank you so much and i hope you enjoy this addition. any feedback/criticism is always welcomed!
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