1D smut book

niall - please mommy

redits: me (wattpad)
warnings: dom/sub, mommy kink, breast sucking
word count: ~905

I collapsed on top of him tiredly, exhausted after the orgasms we just had.

I feel like I just fucked myself to space. Niall ate me out then rode his thigh and finally I fucked him.
I felt a tear hit my forehead signaling Niall was crying.

I felt my heart drop for a moment. Was I too rough?
I lifted my head up, not getting off of his soft cock inside of me still.

I look up at him with a pout on my lips. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Too sensitive mommy," he whined out with another tear falling from his eye.

I look at him with a soft look as I realize he's in his sub space. "Why didn't you tell me, my love?" I ask about him not telling me he was falling into his sub space.

I lift myself up, slowly starting to pull him out of me, he lets out a gasp his hips jerking up from sensitivity.

"Sorry sorry," I mumble.

I flop beside him on the bed pulling the blanket up both of us.

Niall immediately moves closer to me, resting his head on my chest. He rests his lips on my breast,

"Want y-your-"

"Wait, baby... I need to go to the bathroom and clean myself then you can, okay? Put on some clothes for me, please." I rub his hair, speaking gently.
His eyes fill with tears again, "N-No please- want your titty now please mommy."

he whimpers out pathetically, his bottom lip trembling. "Be patient, angel." I say as I get up from the bed, another whine escaping his lips. I quickly walk into the bathroom taking care of myself and putting on new clothes then walking back out to see Niall still laying on the bed undressed.

His back is faced towards me but I can already sense the pout on his face. "Love, why aren't you dressed?" I walk over to him, placing my hand on his shoulder and rubbing softly.

"Need you to dress me, mommy," he murmurs, turning to look at me, his pink lips in a pout.
"Why do you need me to, love?" I ask, placing my hand on his cheek, my thumb running back and forth

"Tried to stand up.. it hurt too much," he leans himself into my hand

"Aw, baby," I pouted, looking at him sadly and he rolled his eyes at my teasing.

"Alright angel... get out of the covers for me." I tell him, walking towards our dresser.

I pull out a white shirt and black sweatpants for him, along with a pair of boxers. I turn back around to see him sitting up on the bed, his feet on the floor.
I walk over to him, kissing his forehead lightly. I put his sweatpants and shirt beside him, grabbing his boxers and pulling them up his legs. "Stand up for me, love."

He stays completely still, the pout not leaving his lips. "Want your tittys," he murmurs stubbornly.
"Mm well I would stand up and do as your told," I answer, running my thumb against his cheek
He holds a groan in the back of his throat, standing up, his legs shaking but I keep him steady and pull his boxers all the way up.

Once I finish dressing him fully we both lay back down, his head on top of my chest and my fingers running through his hair, my other hand rubbing his back.

He grasps my tank top, looking up at me for permission.

"Go ahead baby." I tell him, pressing my lips to his forehead.

He whines in satisfaction, pulling my tank top down and giving my nipple a soft kiss before attaching his mouth to it. He holds my other breast loosely, shutting his eyes and sucking lightly.

I was exhausted after the orgasms I had experienced, I guarantee I'll fall asleep in about two minutes.
I shut my eyes tiredly and I guess I moved to where my breast slipped out his mouth cause a whimper immediately fell from his lips.

"Sorry angel.." I apologize quickly, ushering him back down but only to feel his lips tremble against me.

I look down at the top of his head "Lovely- what's wrong?"

He looks up at me with tears brimming his eyes "Was close to sleeping, mommy," he trembles out and the tears slip out his eyes.

I bring my hands up to wipe under his eyes, "No need to cry, mommy just needed to get comfortable, okay? You can lay back down now, go to sleep," I comfort him, rubbing his scalp softly.

He leans his head back down at my words, attaching his plump lips to my nipple again and I see his eyes shut. I relax my body into the bed, closing my eyes as I continue to run my fingers through his hair.
He connected his hand with mine, holding onto it lightly.

"Love you," I mumble before I drift to sleep
I knew he wasn't going to speak back with words at the moment since he cried the first time his mouth was disconnected from me.

He gave my hand three squeezes saying the words back but without actually having to speak
I kiss his head quickly, laying back on the pillow, sleep immediately hitting me like a bus.