morpheus x reader oneshots & headcanons

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B: Blowjob

You talked a lot. You would ramble on about things that held no importance in the mind of a god, things you realize now he probably had not got the slightest clue about. But he looked happy to listen, his eyes bright and mouth slightly curved. But you didn't fail to notice how his eyes settled on your lips as you talked. Darkening as your tongue poked out, dampening your chapped lips.

Morpheus was a stoic man; most might think his indifference was a coldness, but it was simply uncertainty because beneath that façade of chiselled features was a passion, a burning desire that demanded total submission. You had seen the dark stares when someone accidentally brushed past you, when your smile lingered a little too long, or how Morpheus silently demanded to join you in the most mundane activities. Yet, he seemed reluctant to pull you closer; he kept his touches light and innocent, maddening in their tenderness.

'Are you listening to me?' You laugh as you nudge the man next to you.

'Hmmmmm.'

He looked at peace next to you on the bed. He liked to spend time with you in his chambers, lounging on the bed, listening to you. He was so beautiful. Downing the rest of the wine, never taking your eyes off him, you made your move. The alcohol made you heady, not drunk, barely tipsy, but it took the edge off of your insecurities.

Closing across the distance, your cheeks flushed as his eyes darkened. You gave him your best dazzling smile as you eased yourself up on your knees, rising to kiss his cheek. You looked across at him, flattening your palms on his chest.

You wanted, no needed to make him go wild, to stop his delicate touches and really touch you, to pull apart and put you back together again.

You let your lips wander along his jaw and neck, licking and sucking across the expanse of his pale skin.

You were so wet as his touch ventured to places you'd never felt his touch before. Your hands wandered over his chest, taking in the feeling of his muscles through the thin fabric, then scrambling to open the buttons of his shirt, satisfaction mewling inside you as each one popped.

'What are you up to, darling,' he said, his voice rough and low, sending shivers running through you as he pulled at your hair to gaze at him.

'I know you like my mouth, I see how you stare at it, and I want to make you feel good.' You purred.

'Your mere presence blesses me.' Morpheus soothed. But you didn't miss it, that rawness that mingled underneath.

You know that he wants this, to be worshipped, to be cared for. You move your lips back to cover his, pulling a moan from him as your mouths tug and nip. Your tongue teasing the roof of his mouth. Coyly, you pulled away, peppering kisses down his neck, licking your way to his nipples. Your king of Dreams throws his head back as a deep primal moan pulls itself from his throat.

Spurred on, you stood abruptly, stepping in front of his parted legs. His steely eyes follow your movement with predator focus. That darkness within him was almost to the surface, pushing at the cracks in his armour.

You grasp the hem of your nightshirt, tugging it over your head. You were bare before him for the first time. Heat surging from your cheeks and down your neck reddening your chest only to have it blush brighter as your saw the thick outline of his hardness through his trousers.

You sank to your knees, eyes never leaving his. You bite your lip as you tug weakly at his robes till, thankfully, they have cast away in a swirl of black material, leaving him bare beneath your gaze. Gods, how perfect he was.