Aizawa, Bakugou, Shinso, Hawks and Dabi waking up to their s/o grinding on them in their sleep? :D
I like how you think~ I assumed you meant the s/o was asleep while grinding on them, so that's what I went with.
Characters: Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead, Bakugou Katsuki/DynaMight, Shinsou Hitoshi/NightHide, Takami Keigo/Hawks, Todoroki Touya/Dabi
Contents: gn!reader, dry-humping/grinding, sleep activities
Aizawa is often a light sleeper, because he's catching naps between classes and in semi-public spaces, ergo he needs to be able to wake up quickly and easily. Dragging yourself out of the REM stage is neither easy nor fun.
But when he's at home, he sleeps hard. It's a secure space and his body can finally shut down and get some rest. Having you there to hold onto, all soft and warm, also lets him rest properly.
All of this to say, it takes some pretty vigorous movement on your part to wake him up. Aizawa cracks open one bleary dark eye. He can feel your weight pressing down on his hips, his cock already half hard from the friction.
His hands fly to your hips as if to stop you, but then he notices your expression: eyes closed, lips parted, a light sweat dewing your skin.
You don't respond to his voice, insistently rocking yourself against him like you're on a horse set to win the Derby. A bemused grin crosses his face as he realises what the fuck is going on.
Aizawa knows he needs to wake up early in the morning to teach, so rather than wake you up, explain what's going on, and try to go back to sleep with a semi, he lays back, his hands stroking over your hips, and lets you finish what you started.
Bakugou Katsuki/DynaMight
With Bakugou being the paragon of peace and light that he is, of course he doesn't mind when you wake him up in the middle of the night, dry-humping him like you're a cat in heat... Right?
When Bakugou wakes up to the feeling of weight on top of him, hands on his chest, all he can see is a shadowy figure looming over him in the dark. His crimson eyes flare open and his adrenaline spikes, but not in a good way.
His training kicks in, and he muscles his assailant off him, flipping them on their back and grappling them to the sheets. Pinning their wrists with one hand, he slaps the bedside table until he finds the switch for the lamp.
He stops short as he realises just who is underneath him, and some of the fight or fight (he doesn't do flight) drains out of him. Bakugou lets out a derisive scoff, until he realises something else. Well, two things simultaneously:
One, you're still asleep, eyes flickering back and forth under your closed lids.
Two, that your legs are twined around hips hips and he is sporting a raging erection.
It all clicks into place when he feels you wriggling against him, rubbing yourself enthusiastically against his cock. Bakugou lets out a string of choice curse words, giving your wrists a squeeze.
"Do you have any idea what time it is, dumbass?" he asks, though he doesn't sound as pissed as before. "The fuck are you even dreaming about?"
Now that he's aware of it, his aching cock is hard to ignore, especially when you keep squirming like that, making breathy little noises.
"Fuck it." Bakugou's voice deepens as he leans down to growl in your ear. "Wake up, babe. You started it, I'm gonna finish it."
Shinsou Hitoshi/NightHide
Poor Shinsou. He's already a bit of an insomniac as it is. He follows in the footsteps of his mentor and tends to work at night. Him getting some shuteye is a rare and precious thing, especially at the same time as you.
When he feels movement in the bed, he puts it down to one of the cats at first. It's hardly the first time they've got the zoomies at 3 a.m. But the movement feels like a lot more than a cat could do.
Turning his head, he finds you lying on your side next to him, both legs wrapped around one of his thighs, working yourself against him. There's a moment of disbelieving silence.
"First it was sleep-talking, and now it's sleep-humping?"
Shinsou takes a moment to stare at the ceiling as if he's in an episode of The Office, while you continue to grind yourself mindlessly against his leg. After a moment, his composure breaks and he snorts, dragging a hand down over his tired face.
"Obviously, I'm not gonna get any sleep until you come," he says to you, as though you're awake for this conversation. "Alright, then. Let's give you what you need."
Shinsou extricates himself from your grip so he can slide down the bed. You make cute little noises of frustration as your source of friction vanishes. But don't worry, Shinsou is tugging your sleep shorts down over your hips and spreading your thighs nice and wide. He briefly cracks a yawn, before getting stuck in, licking slowly, patiently at your sensitive flesh. It takes the weight of his arms resting on your hips to keep them still, to stop them from stuttering up and chasing his mouth. Shinsou groans at the taste of you, and that sonorant buzz is enough to send you over the edge.
Your eyes finally open as pleasure runs through you in sweet, throbbing pulses. Confused, you look down to find Shinsou passed out, fast asleep with his head pillowed on your soft thigh.
Something's wiggling in the bed. For a few minutes, he thinks it's probably one of his feathers, trapped under the covers. He lifts his head from the pillow, only to realise it's you, grinding yourself silly against his hip like he's your favourite body pillow.
"Damn, pidge," he says, reaching over to touch your face, "if you wanted some fun, you could've just woke me..."
Keigo trails off with disbelief when he sees your sleeping face, a trickle of drool running from the corner of your mouth, eyes shut.
It doesn't take him long to realise what's going on, and he grins as he rolls you up on top of him, his wings spreading across the bed as he stretches out beneath you.
When your eyes finally open, you find a gorgeous grinning bird boy underneath you, pushing his hips up into the apex of your thighs.
"Don't stop now, baby, it was just getting good," he drawls. "Am I that hot you can't resist me even in when you're asleep?"
He grasps your hips, circling his cock up against you, egging you on with sly, panting words.
"C'mon, you can't get me all excited like that, baby..."
Dabi is a light sleeper. Call it the fault of nightmares and a restless mind, or call it a survival mechanism when he spends time around people as unhinged as Toga and Shigaraki. Either way, the end result is the same.
He rarely lets you out of his sight once it's past bedtime—he's a tad possessive—so when he feels the mattress moving, he assumes you're trying to wriggle out of bed to go to the bathroom or to get some water.
"Hey," he grunts, his eyes opening to pale blue slits, head turning. "Where d'you think you're goin'?"
Except...the mattress is still bouncing, and there's a soft, damp heat moving aggressively against his thigh. Heavy breathing fills the room.
Flames flicker around Dabi's upheld fingers to illuminate the dark room. The pale blue light throws the your gyrating shadow across the walls, and picks out the sweat on your skin as you grind yourself helplessly on his thigh, highlighting your closed eyes, your damp, open lips.
Dabi gives a low, low laugh. You're such a needy little slut, you can't help but rub yourself against him in your sleep? It's kinda pathetic, kinda cute.
Dabi topples you off him, onto your back. Grasping your thighs in his scarred hands, he lifts them open as he drags you down beneath him, his cock already straining hard.
"Guess I'll make your dreams come true, you little brat."
