SUB DREAM WITH A PRAISE KINK!!??!?!?!??11?!.1
"tell- tell me i'm being good, mommy please please please"
Dream has always loved the thought of being yours. He's become so attached to your voice, it's just so pleasing to kind words roll off your tongue.
Having you on his lap was something he's always enjoyed, feeling you grind down on him, kissing up and down the side of his neck just made the situation feel so much better. It doesn't take him long to get rock hard for you, especially when you're the one to imply you wanted to get sexual.
He'd lean his head back, giving you more access to leave marks scattered on his neck. "Y/n, please-"
He'd pause, thinking before correcting his error. "Please, mommy."
"What are you asking for, pretty boy?" You'd hum against his skin, not pulling away from the patch of skin you were marking.
You hesitated, not willing to cave into his wishes so quickly.
"Please," he whined louder. "I wanna cum, I wanna cum inside of you. Please, Mommy... I'll be a good boy, I promise."
Your lips finally pulled away from his neck, only for your hands to get locked into his blonde locks as you smirked down at your boy. "The last time I let you cum in me you didn't wait til I said you were allowed to cum. Are you gonna listen to me this time, huh? Are you gonna be a good boy or are you just saying that?"
"I'll wait," Dream bucked his hips up, trying to get some friction from you. "I'll wait for you, mommy. I promise I can be your good boy."
Grinning, your hands moved down to his pants, agonizingly slow you unbuttoned his jeans. His cock was practically throbbing from the hardness, pre-cum leaking from his tip. What a pretty sight it was.
The absolute pleasure Dream felt as you slid his cock into you was indescribable. You had always felt so good around his cock. "Oh fuck, Mommy," he'd moan loud. "Please..."
"Please what, baby?" You'd ride him slowly, watching his facial expressions as you worked. You were in charge here; he knew that. "You already are inside, what more is my boy asking for?"
"Please," his voice would crack. "Please tell me what a good boy I am, all for you, Mommy."
You couldn't help but feel a little smug over his begging. He just wanted to hear your approval, how powerful you felt. "Oh, what a good boy you're being for me. You're doing so well for mommy, aren't you?"