[People on Tumblr requested a part 2 so here you have this disgustingly hot scenario. 🤤]
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Pairing: Morpheus x wife!Reader
Synopsis: after he has so cruelly denied you your orgasm, you decide to disobey him and touch yourself.
Warnings: not sfw, smut, masturbation, v fingering, delay of orgasm if you squint, overstimulation, multiple orgasms
Word count: 3,220 k
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"What an insolent-"
The lump of emotions reboiling inside you eventually erupted when you reached your Chambers and hopped face down on your queen size bed, pillow soaking your frustrated growl.
With the bewilderment worn off, you could only feel the humiliation and vexation of what had just happened. A chill ran through you as you remembered the way he had teased you until you were on the verge of breaking and then had cruelly deprived you of your release. The words he had addressed to you weren't pleasing either. What had gotten into him all of a sudden? Perhaps you had been slightly too desperate in your search for his touch but that was no excuse for him to treat you like he had done! Would it have costed him so much to just grant you one last twist of his hand? That was all you asked for.
It particularly irked you the way he had brushed you off like you were no other than a nuisance. You knew how much he cared for his work, how much he valued his duties but weren't you worth at least just as much? You were his queen, for God's sakes! You demanded to be treated as such. Requiring only a crumble of his time was too much to ask from your part?
Jaw clenching tight you prompted yourself up by the elbow, placing your cheek on your open palm. His last brazen command made its way back to your mind and you scoffed loudly. "Don't touch yourself..." you echoed in a vexed tone, "unbelievable!"
There was no way you wouldn't do it, even just to spite him. He deserved it, after all.
"It's not like he will find out", you considered, mind going back to his assertion, "shortly for him means a few hours, at least. I'll be good as gone by the time he comes here."
Despite your assumption, you couldn't suppress the insidious apprehension that snaked inside your gut and made your stomach tighten. He would definitely lose his temper was he to find out you disobeyed his order and you quite frankly feared his reaction. Your resentment however, as well as your longly enough neglected arousal were way stronger than your fear of being punished. Besides, after two failed attempts, one more frustrating than the other, you needed to get a release. It was vital! Your body implored for it.
So you lied back down, cheek nuzzling against the soft pillow, legs tangling with the sheets as they spread wider, hand sliding between your body and the mattress. You lifted your nightgown up a little when you reached your low abdomen, pulling your bottom up to let your hand move lower and reach your ridiculously soaked folds.
Your fingers found your most sensible button and started to play with it, rubbing it up and down, soon increasing the speed while muffled sounds left your parted lips.
You remembered the feeling of his fingers against you, teasing you in all the right ways and you tried to rekindle in you that same sensation by imitating his patterns, his marble like face flashing through your mind.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten and your free hand grabbed the back of your knee to rise your leg higher so your fingers could twirl around your clitoris in that special way you knew would make you see stars. And you felt you could almost see them, about to set off like fireworks behind your eyelids, as a long satisfied moan made its way up your throat, only to turn into a choked cry upon your lips when you felt two strong hands grab your sides and turn you around. You instantly retracted your hand while your eyes flied open, heart jumping up your throat as you met his burning stare.
Fuck fuck fuck. Busted. Again.
You swallowed drily, hands clumsily searching for the hem of your nightgown to tug it down in an attempt to cover yourself; you felt like you had just committed a crime and got caught red handed.
You could see the muscles in his jaw working as he stared down at you, a dark glint flickering in his eyes.
"I thought I had made myself clear, Y/N."
"I decided to take care of myself and not bother you again." you snapped back at him, unable to keep your emotions at bay. You were panting hard, the frustration of yet another orgasm denied was making your blood boil in your veins and tears sting your eyes. "What is wrong with you today! Let me go!" you cried out as you tried to shake his hands off of you but only managed to strengthen his hold on your body as he grabbed your wrists and set his legs on opposite sides yours, pinning you under him.
"You were rubbing yourself all over me only a few minutes ago. Now you want me to take my hands off of you?"
"Yes! I don't need you anymore!"
"And yet...", he leaned forward, face coming to stand only a few inches away from yours, his piercing gaze searching yours, "you were thinking about me until only a moment ago to please yourself, weren't you?"
You huffed and turned your face to the side, a sudden warmth rising up your cheeks. He knew you too well, he knew the power he had over you and used it against you.
"So are you quite sure..." he whispered as he leaned further down, lips grazing your cheek, "...you don't need me to touch you?"
A shaky sigh escaped your lips, eyes fluttering shut.
"Morpheus..."
He pressed his lips to your cheekbone and kissed his way along your jaw, blazing a hot trail down your neck where he came to a halt to nibble your skin.
"I shouldn't have treated you like I did. Can you forgive me, Y/N?"
His tone sounded softer, sincere and you turned your head to face him. Your eyes locked; even his gaze looked gentler. Did he really mean that? You had no way of knowing for sure but one thing was certain; you couldn't for the sake of you, resist him.
"Will you let me touch you? Please you?", he searched your eyes, hand moving on your face to caress your cheek and brush a strand of hair off your forehead, "make you come around my fingers buried deep inside you?"
You gulped, feeling your heart resume its crazy thumpering inside your chest. Whenever he talked to you like that, whenever he looked at you like that, you would forget any resentment, forgive any wrong and give yourself wholly to his will.
"Promise me you won't mock me this time."
A small smile curled up his lips, tender eyes roaming over your face while his forefinger trailed over your features, coming to a halt on your lips. "I promise, darling."
You thought you saw a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes before he swiftly closed the distance, searing your mouth with his in a passionate kiss which took you completely off guard.
Fingers squeezing in between your thighs, he abandoned your mouth to press his lips to your cleavage as he finally reached your folds and easily slid in, a guttural sound of satisfaction left your parted lips.
The friction of your thighs pressing together made his touch more intense. Your throbbing clitoris demanded no significant attention by that point; even the lightest of touches could make it twitch and send shivers all through your body.
He slid his digits along your slit, dipping into the wetness at your core and rubbed your sensitive spot with the palm of his hand as he entered you.
"Oh!"
Your body jerked in response, hips bucking up in sync with his movements and you moaned contentedly when his fingers found the spongy softness deep inside you and hit it expertly.
Taking advantage of your position, his free hand traveled up your other side, hovering over the neckline of your nightgown, fingers tugging it down to expose your breast. His lips instantly rushed over to peck and nibble the hardened nipple, drawing another breathy moan out of you.
His fingers abruptly slipped out of you and for a moment you feared he might deny you your release for a second time that day but he only opened your legs and positioned himself better between them before his fingers slammed back deep inside you a few seconds later and started moving back and forth, leaving you breathless.
"Is this what you wanted darling?"
You swallowed, head swirling for the intense rush of emotions cursing through your body. You were oh, so close to finally see those familiar stars.
"Y-yes...", you breathed out in a cry, "p-please don't s-stop..."
"Oh, I have no intention to."
The pace of his thrusts increased, fingers curling inside you, hitting your cervix at every twist of his hand. You felt the knot in your lower belly squeeze tighter and tighter until it exploded, making you scream his name out loud, as shivers ran through your convulsing body and a whole spectacle of fireworks blinded you.
You heard Morpheus hum against your skin, lips lazily pecking the exposed skin of your shoulder while his fingers slowly brushed up and down your folds easing you back down from your high.
As you tried to regain your breathing, dazed eyes slowly fluttering open, you immediately met his gaze and noticed a wicked grin growing on his face. You had no time to question the meaning behind it, words shattering into unintelligible sounds when his fingers suddenly resumed their rubbing, circling in a sustained rhythm around your clitoris. You gasped and twitched in response. Your whole body tensed and arched for the toe curling sensation of his fingers overstimulating your still too sensitive nub.
"Wha-!"
Your hands immediately found the sheets, fingers clutching the fabric tight but only for a short time. In fact, he swiftly grabbed your hands with one of his and pinned them over your head, arm resting against your cheek so you couldn't turn as he leaned down your opposite side, lips grazing your earlobe. His right hand in the meantime worked relentlessly against you, making you shudder violently and whimper loudly.
"F-fuck Morpheus!", you cried out, hot tears leaking out of your eyes as you squeezed them shut.
"I told you I had no intention to stop, darling." he whispered in his low velvet voice directly into your ear and the air weezed out of your lungs when he shoved his slender fingers back inside you once again, resuming his unfaltering thrusting. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your mind went completely numb at the overwhelming sensation of being already so close, so damn close to reach your high again. You screamed his name out loud only a moment later as you broke apart, body convulsing uncontrollably like you were having a seizure, heart thumpering hard in your chest threatening to burst it open.
He brushed your skin lightly with the tip of his nose in a tingling caress up along the side of your neck, which only made you writhe more under him. You momentarily breathed a sigh of relief when his fingers slid out of you but then you felt a pressure, the pad of his thumb, rubbing and pressing into your clit and you found yourself sobbing and whining, shaking your head in protest.
"P-please... ah!", you gasped, eyes bulging out of your head as he suddenly added the pressure of his whole hand, stroking rapidly against your sore nub. "Morp-pheus! Please... F-fuck!"
His hand freed yours to move down to grab your jaw and force you to face him. His lips hovered over yours, teasingly, but he didn't kiss you, instead he stared down hard at you, shining piercing eyes boring in yours and keeping you frozen in place.
You were a quivering mess beneath him, all your muscles twitched on their own, pleasure and pain combined distorting your features. Your hands tiredly moved up to grab his arms, bracing yourself onto him for support while his hand moved insistently against you. You could feel the knot tightening for the third time in a row in your gut and all you could do was squirm and twist and writhe under his weight, helpless and dumb, letting him do his will and set your entire body afire once more.
That was his punishment and you had accepted it. He was giving you exactly what you wanted after all but on his own terms. You knew he was too proud to admit he was in the wrong by neglecting you for so long while he focused on his work. And after you had dared interrupt him and even disregard his orders? Oh, of course he wouldn't indulge your desires so easily.
He moved his hand faster now, his light grunts blended with your rapid heavy panting and to the ridiculously loud squelch he was causing by frantically chafing his palm and fingerpads on your swollen little bundle of nerves. A cascade of thrills ran through your whole body, curling your toes and making you bend your head backwards against the pillow as you came a third time and you lost yourself in the bliss that rushed up to meet you, gasping and wordless, clutching him for dear life.
"Eyes on me!" he growled. His hold on your jaw instantly tightened, fingers digging in the soft flesh of your cheeks to bring your head back down on his level, reclaiming your attention. You meekly submitted to his will, drunken eyes struggling to take his face back into focus.
The tremors in your body had yet to still when he pushed his fingers inside you one more time, your walls squeezing in wave-like contractions around his slender digits which firmly resumed their frenzied pace, pushing vigorously in and out of you. Your eyes rolled back in your head, gibberish coming out of your quivering lips as your body jerked uncontrollably. You were utterly out of it at that point, unable to control any part of your body; tears streamed down your cheeks, drool pooled in the corner of your mouth, eyelids fluttered shut only to open up a moment later, startled by Morpheus's nudge on your jaw.
"My dear beautiful wife...", he whispered on your lips, gazing adoringly down at you, "is this too much for you?"
You tried to reply but nothing comprehensible left your lips.
"Do you want me to stop, mh?"
You let out a strangled moan when his pace slackened all of a sudden, fingers slowly entering you and sliding out completely making your hips jerk up frantically in search of the lost friction.
"D-dddon't you d-dare...", you slurred the words, struggling to keep your voice still and as clear as possible while you panted and twitched in response to his despicably teasing touch.
From your half-lidded eyes you could discern the angles of his mouth curl up in a smile before he closed the distance to brush his soft lips on your wet cheekbone. His fingers gradually recovered their rhythm and you gasped loudly when he also added the pressure of his thumb on your clitoris. One of your hands moved to clench the back of his neck for better support while the other clasped on your mouth to muffle the ridiculous sounds you were emitting. He slapped it away quickly, reclaiming your jaw in his tight hold with a low growl.
Your gaze locked in his and you lost yourself in those shining eyes you so much adored as you felt the more than familiar warmth spreading in your gut, increasing in intensity with each twist and stroke that sent lightning jolting through you, until dazzling fireworks bursted across your vision and your every sense was overwhelmed by the waves of ecstasy that crashed over you. A long guttural groan escaped your throat while your body spasmed violently, head spinning. He reached out instinctively to steady you, crashing his lips on yours and snaking his arm between your back and the mattress to wrap around your waist while he kept caressing you ever gentler with his other hand until your tremors subsided.
The kiss you shared was passionate but tender and short; you were still out of breath after the intense orgasm, or well, series of orgasms you had experienced. When he leaned back and your eyes locked again, his gaze was soft and the ghost of a smile hovered on his lips.
You took a deep breath as his hand travelled down your body, caressing your breasts, running along the lines of your hip bones, tickling their way up inside your thighs. A jolt ran through you when he brushed a teasing caress up your slick folds, skimming your over-sensitive nub.
"Morpheus...", you lamented, hands rushing down to gather his and still his movements. His twinkling eyes roamed over your face for a moment as he huffed a laugh through his nose. His hands brought yours to his lips to leave a gentle peck on both of them before he straightened his back and stepped down from the bed.
"Where are you going?" you huffed in a whisper, prompting yourself up by the elbows, questioning eyes following his figure as he walked away until he reached the door and turned around to look at you.
"I still have work to do, Y/N."
"But...", you blinked at him, lips pouting lightly in thought, "you said you would reach me when you were finished. Are you not done yet?"
His lips quirked up in a small smile. "No, I'm not done yet."
He opened the door and took a step forward but then stopped and leaned on the frame, turning his head back to face you. "And my claim still stands. I suppose you won't defy my orders this time, or will you?"
He smirked at you before he disappeared.
You gawked at the closed door, thoughts spinning in your head, stomach swooping at the lingering promise behind his words. What did he mean exactly? Would he come back later for a round two? Just the thought of it made your heartbeat quicken and throat turn dry.
You flopped back down on the mattress, tired, spent, letting out a long deep sigh. You could still feel your body tingling all over, especially where his hand had worked so relentlessly to quench your desire. Could you stand another session like that? You had no idea. What you knew was that you needed a cold shower, perhaps get clean sheets for your bed and then... you would wait for him, prepare yourself for his return and for whatever he had in plan for you. Perhaps this time, if you were lucky, he would be the one to squirm and spasm under you.
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