just thinkin about Daddy!Bokuto and his son who (even tho he’s like 18) doesn’t know what a wet dream is,, Until he has one for the first time and starts sobbing in the middle of the night cause he thought he wet the bed,, Bokuto n him share a bed,, Bokuto wakes up n sees his baby boy all covered in tears,, with a hard-on and a cum stain on his boxers,,
Daddy!Bokuto explains that he didn’t wet the bed n that he just had a wet dream n helps out reader by softly stroking his cock,, making him shake and whine softly until he cums all over Daddy’s hand..
Daddy!Bokuto telling reader that he’s had many dreams about reader,, Kissing his cheek and cuddles ensue..
This is gonna be a bit different from my usual drabbles bc this is technically a thirst? But it’s long so it’s kind of like a drabble? But it’ll be on my thirst masterlist I know it’s confusing but I had thoughts and a simple thirst could not suffice.
Warnings: incest, age gap, dilf Bokuto, nightmares, mentions of pee/urine, hand job, masturbation, age play? Not really but can be interpreted as such, bit of an innocence kink
Innocence is a curse more than a blessing and in this instance, you’d have to agree. Wet dreams were something you knew about, but just juicy dreams that your friends would giggle over the next day, never something so violent that you’d feel gross about. Until it happens to you, but you didn’t know because you never heard of the actual waking up, just of the dreams.
Then, one night, you waking up drenched in sweat and your sheets feel damp, you panic thinking you just wet the bed even at your practically adult age, like you’ve graduated and you wet the bed? Embarrassed, you immediately panic because your dad lets you sleep in his bed whenever your nightmares get really bad and he’s always there to calm you down, so immediately you think to how he’s gonna react when he wakes up. It’s not like you can wash the sheets without him knowing, right?
Whenever you get really embarrassed, your emotions tend to take over and lots of times you end up crying which has made you avoid these situations, but you can’t stop it when the guilt and panic bubbles inside your chest. Fat tears trickling down your face, you try to stifle the sobs but you know a peep out of you and Kōtarō will be awake, caressing and coddling you as if you were a baby. And indeed, you holding back sobs only makes him wake up with a jolt, startled by your cries.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Did you have another nightmare?” He asks, bringing you closer to his bare toned chest. He always ran hot, sleeping in boxers while you were covered.
“I-I think I wet the bed,” you manage to sob out in between heaves, only to have him look at you odd. Then his eyes trail down and he notices the tent in your shorts, plus the wetness on the light cloth. “I didn’t mean to! I just- I don’t know what happened,”
“I don’t think you wet the bed, baby. I think you just had a wet dream,” he says, quietly as if he’s introducing you to something new. “This is normal for people your age. Nothing to be ashamed about,” his hand then rubs over the tent in your pants, making you moan at the friction. “See, you just need to please yourself to relieve some stress. Daddy gets wet dreams all the time,”
“You do? Do you wake up sweaty and sticky?” Your sobs have turned into moans, Kōtarō’s hand gently rubbing your cock through the fabric.
“Sometimes. Sometimes it’s just dreams, though. Just gotta work through it,” he then slips you into his lap, keeping your legs spread with his and pulling down your clothes, letting your cock spring free. Feeling his hand against your skin is so nice, his hand is warm and contrasts with the cold room and his thumb manages to brush over your slit that has you curling your toes and clinging to his arms. “Feels good, don’t it?”
“Mhm! Really good..” you trail off, closing your eyes and throwing your head against his shoulder. A soft chuckle from him and you’re feeling weightless as an intense pleasure runs over your body. You vaguely hear Kōtarō complimenting you as you regain full consciousness, realizing your cum is trickling down his hand.
“That’s all it takes. So next time, you can do it yourself,” he doesn’t slide you off his lap, keeping you there as he gets comfortable. “It helps thinking about the wet dream, too,”
“What about you? What do your dreams look like?” Such a deep question out of nowhere, but he just laughs and brings you closer, whispering in your ear.
“Sometimes I dream of you,” a kiss on your cheek, “sometimes I’m with you, sometimes I’m watching,” a kiss on your temple. “I always handle it myself, though, so don’t worry,”
“Next time, I can help you, can’t I? It’s only natural for us to help each other out,” your question seems to surprise him, but he just grins and nods, but rubs himself against you before getting comfortable.
“Maybe next time, baby. I don’t think you’re ready for too much so soon,” he pecks your lips, letting you lay beside him. With him, you’ll never have to worry about what your dreams throw at you.
