'A beachy day' Morpheus x Reader Oneshot
Its been a while since I wrote a fanfic, but I just wanted to keep Morpheus memory alive. If we keep writing about him, he is never truly gone.
Pairing: Morpheus x Female!Reader
Wordcount: 2,034
Warnings: R18, NSFW, Established relationship
(Minors do not interact!)
Info: There is a beach, you two have some good old fashioned fun
“It looks cold,” you mentioned as you stared at the dark ocean before you. Its gentle waves were lapping at the black shore. Dark sands crept between your toes as you stood staring at the water contemplatively. “The water is not cold. Its temperature is what I will it to be,” Morpheus stated as he stood next to you, his gaze locked on your face as if he were trying to read your thoughts. “When you said beach, I imagined it would be like a tropical one; azure blue sea, white sands, and the like,” you shrugged. “These are the very shores of the Dreaming. Is it not to your liking?”
When you looked at Morpheus, you couldn’t help but notice a glimmer of disappointment flickering in his eyes. “No! No, it’s alright. It’s different, but it’s alright. It’s beautiful!” you tried.
Morpheus only half believed you, scoffing slightly. You and Morpheus had been together for almost a year now. You resided in the waking world, and either you would come to the Dreaming to visit him, or he would occasionally come to you. It was better this way. He had offered you a place in the Dreaming, but you refused. He was a bit mopey about it and had tried to subtly convince you to stay with him. But you wouldn’t budge. After a few sulking sessions and grumbles of protest, he eventually accepted it; and now, this was your dynamic.
It worked best this way. And, alas, almost a year later, you two were still going strong. Surprisingly.
You undressed slowly. You had wanted to visit a beach with him to swim. And of course, Morpheus would provide; though not without adding his own flair. He had brought you to the actual shore of the Dreaming, the very beach where he created his dreams and nightmares. God knows what lurks in these waters...
But Morpheus was with you. And you trusted him.
You kept only your panties and bra on as you dipped your toe in the water to test its temperature. Warm. It was warm.
Morpheus had been staring at you in silence as you undressed. You damn well knew what he was thinking, and you found it hilarious that he tried to remain composed. You knew that behind those deep eyes, his mind was in turmoil; screaming, burning for you.
You walked into the waves. The water wrapped around you like a lover’s embrace. Like his embrace. As if the waters were him. It was a strange feeling, tingling your skin with this strange but warm intimacy. “Come in with me,” you tried to motivate your tall, dark, and brooding lover.
Morpheus stood there on the beach watching you, like his feet were nailed to the shore. “No,” he answered gently.
You rolled your eyes. “Why not? Can’t I ask my sweet boyfriend to join me for a swim? Is he too cool for that?” you teased.
He disliked it when you called him boyfriend, much preferring lover, my love, or darling over the mundane and very human term.
He gave that little scoff again, but you swore you saw a small smile creeping up the corners of his mouth. “I do not swim,” he answered plainly.
You snorted. “I’m not asking you to swim. I’m asking you to submerge yourself in the warm and comfy waters with your girlfriend. Come on, Morpheus!”
“I much prefer to watch my lover enjoy herself,” he said.
You got out of the water and came to him. “Always so composed, but you and I both know it’s all just a façade to make you look all cool and mysterious,” you said, wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders.
His gaze shifted, and his hands gently held your hips. You pressed your chest against his and hovered close to his face. Just when he was about to lean in to meet your lips with his, you pulled back slightly.
He looked confused. You just smirked. “Come on,” you whispered, a slight purr in your voice. “Join me…”
You walked backwards into the ocean, his gaze darkening as he slowly followed your lead. Step by step, the water submerged you both more and more. Morpheus’s clothes vanished; dissolving as if they were made of sand washed away by the waves.
He was naked. Fully naked.
His arms wrapped more insistently around your waist.
Oh, you understood now. He was holding back. “Why are you wearing these garments still? Are we not used to seeing one another bare?” he asked, almost innocently.
You sure as hell knew he didn’t mean it innocently. Sneaky bastard.
Before you could throw a sassy remark, he had already unclasped your bra and slowly slid it off your shoulders. “You know, you could just make it disappear like thin air, right?” you said. “I am aware. But where is the pleasure in doing so?”
He gave you a look that made your core clench with heat; eyes half-lidded, mouth slightly agape. His hands slid up to your shoulders and pushed the bra straps down. The garment fell into the water and disappeared.
Then, he hooked his fingers behind your panties and shoved them down. When they reached your knees, the fabric vanished.
Now naked, he wasted no time pulling you against him. You could feel him; all of him. His lean, toned body, his hard chest against your soft breasts, his stomach against your pliant one. And his cock, pressing against your belly, already hard and aching.
It was not difficult to get your lover excited. Morpheus was absolutely weak for you. You only had to lift a finger and he was already on fire.
He was burning right now, and his gaze told you he was planning to set you ablaze as well.
One hand crept to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. Then, ever so gently; ever so restrained; he kissed you. Deep and loving, tongue gliding into your mouth, still holding back.
But you didn’t want restraint. You wanted him unraveled.
You waded deeper into the water together, still kissing, still lost in each other. You bit his lower lip teasingly. Morpheus inhaled sharply. You leaned forward and kissed him again. He deepened the kiss, tongue more insistent now, his breathing ragged.
One of your hands tangled in his hair, the other roamed over his side and chest, your nails trailing over his alabaster skin, making him groan. In one swift movement, he lifted your leg around his waist, holding it there.
The water lapped around you both like a soothing blanket. His length rubbed against your wetness, your slickness coating his cock as he ran his shaft over your folds.
“Morpheus…” you moaned his name.
You leaned your head back and he leaned forward, his lips brushing over your collarbone. He didn't kiss it yet, just ran his lips along your skin like velvet. Up your neck. To the crook of it. A kiss.
You moaned. You could swear he smiled against you.
The hand holding your leg squeezed slightly, coaxing more sounds from you. You moaned louder. His lips moved up toward your ear.
He whispered, his voice echoing through your mind: “My love, these sounds you make are a chorus of the divine to me. I will make you sing, my queen.”
You shivered. Practically melted. “Morpheus… I need you,” your voice trembled. “And I need you, my love,” he replied.
Then he lifted you completely and waded out of the water, laying you gently on the soft black sands.
He knelt between your legs and hovered over you, scanning your body. You shivered.
It felt as though he was seeing more than just your naked form; like he was seeing you, the very core of your being.
To make love with Morpheus was to allow him not only your body but your very soul.
Droplets of water glistened on his skin. Gods, he was beautiful.
His fingers trailed down your stomach. “I need you to be inside me,” you gasped.
He gave you a dark, promising look. A slightly feral one filled with longing.
His fingers reached your folds, caressing your core, coating them in your wetness. His mouth agape, he looked down at you; at your glistening cunt; then at his fingers.
He gasped slightly. Holding back. “My love, you are so wet for me…” he whispered in awe.
He brought his fingers to his lips, licking them, eyes fluttering closed to savor your taste.
You practically imploded.
You needed him. Now.
He reached down to his cock and rubbed the tip gently against your entrance, coating himself in your juices.
You whimpered.
He met your gaze. “I want you to feel-” he began, slowly pressing the tip inside you, “every part of me as I enter you.”
Inch by inch, he pushed deeper, his hand resting on your lower stomach. “You look so beautiful. So utterly divine. So unmistakably mine.”
He filled you to the hilt, buried deep inside. His eyelashes fluttered as he let out a breath.
You looked down, seeing where you were connected. So did he. His eyes flamed with lust.
He pulled back. Thrusted. You gasped. He met your eyes. Lidded. Mouth agape. Thrusted again. Savoring every part of you.
“Harder-” You moaned. “Morpheus, p-please… harder…” you pleaded.
Behind you, the sea crept closer, touching your legs. The soft beach sand beneath you felt like silk.
He leaned over, nose brushing yours, lips inches from your own. His hands slid to your upper thigh and lifted it around his waist.
Thrust. “Do you want me deeper?” he whispered, voice vibrating through your being. Thrust. “Do you want me harder?” Thrust.
“Allow me to ravish you, my love. My goddess. My queen.”
His eyes blazed. He fucked you; deep, hard, and fast. With such ferocity it felt as if he wanted to disappear inside you. His tip kissed your cervix. Your toes curled.
He sat up, hips bucking, gaze raking over your body; locking once more on where you were joined.
“Look at you… taking me in so well. My love, you feel exquisite.”
You reached out, hands running over his stomach, the muscles rippled beneath your touch. “You are mine,” you said. “You are my Dreamlord. Mine.”
That broke something in him.
He leaned over you, your legs locked around his waist. He gasped, lips crashing onto yours, hands grabbing your wrists and lifting them above your head.
He fucked you; desperately.
You moaned into his mouth. He groaned into yours. You bit his lip. He kissed you harder. His hands slid down your arms, holding your ribs as he plunged his tongue into your mouth. Saliva mixed between you.
“I am yours…” you gasped between moans. “Yes. Yes, you are. You are mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Utterly mine,” he groaned.
His grip tightened. You rolled your hips against him. “Come inside me, Morpheus,” you pleaded.
He was going to. But not before you finished.
His fingers grazed your ribs, leaving a fire in their wake.
You belonged to the Dream King. And he belonged to you.
Your eyes locked. The world disappeared.
Only him.
Thrust.
You arched your back. You couldn’t tell where he ended and you began.
Your release crashed over you. You clenched around him; around his still-thrusting cock. Feeling every ridge, every vein, burned into your core.
With a groan that could split the ocean, he came. His seed spilling deep into your womb. He held himself there, as if not to spill a drop.
You took all of it.
He was heaving. Raw. Ruffled. Panting. Fuck, it was hot.
“My love,” he breathed, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. Cradling your face.
He loved you. So, so much. And he’d take any chance to prove it.
You cupped his cheeks. “We should do that again…” you smirked.
The corner of his mouth curled up. “Have I not properly satisfied my love? Perhaps, indeed, we should indulge in another…”
He paused. A glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “…Round.”
And you damn well knew what that meant.
You wouldn’t be leaving this beach for hours. And honestly? You didn’t mind that at all.
