I need my omegas waking up curled around a body pillow and grinding into it.
Kakashi
You're watching him with a shameless grin as he moves his hips faster and faster, eyes finally cracking open although it's impossible to tell how long he's been awake. He's hazy at first, lost in whatever dream he was having, and then he sees you and he keeps eye contact as his movements become more deliberate, slower, rolling into the motions and sighing, eyelids half lowered. "Not going to ask for me, pretty boy?" you coo at him and he doesn't answer, daring you to do something about it, his heart racing as he's sure you will. The question is whether you'll let him come first.
Tenzo
He wakes up breathing hard, disoriented by the feeling of overheating, flushing in waves and embarrassed. But he's so close too! He experimentally grinds against the pillow. It's not as intense as when he woke up, embarrassment is making it harder to sink into the arousal, and it takes a while to work himself up. All the while he's been subconsciously scooting back until his back is against your side. His movements and needful scent have made his alpha hard too, and he can feel them when they roll over and hold him from the back. That feeling is what he didn't know he needed and he accidentally edges himself as he goes back and forth between grinding his behind against his alpha and his front against the pillow.
Shisui
His hips move in little jerks as he comes to. He wasn't having a spicy dream, he just felt warm and comfortable. He starts to think if he was turned towards his alpha, he'd be grinding against their hip and thigh, slicking into his pajama bottoms, maybe sinking into it as they turn to kiss him. Imagining grinding against his alpha sort makes him think himself into a half-lucid wet dream where he's not sure if the pillow is his alpha. He starts chirping for them, which leads to his alpha pulling the pillow away and replacing it with their body to make his dream a reality
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Choso
As a stranger to having a physical form, there's a disconnect with experiencing unintentional arousal. He has the foundation body's memories, but they hold no emotional weight for him. It also isn't in his nature to seek furious and immediate satisfaction. He's dogged, not classless.
He's also half asleep when you catch him jolting into the long pillow that lays on his left side, followed by grinding into it before relaxing again. When you ask him if he wants you to take care of him, he groans an agreement that becomes muffled by your mouth as he moans yes again and again to each press of lips to his shoulders and neck. To his surprise, you guide him in rubbing against the pillow, soaking the seat of his flannel while you have him in hand, and kissing him silly with giggles once coming wakes him up the rest of the way and he's sort of adorably disoriented
Satoru
The slow burn simmers in his belly as he tries to stay asleep a little longer after another long night. He's finally tumbled into bed with you and your arm is around him, your breath tickling his nape. It's comfortable but also uncomfortable, hot but also not hot enough. He feels like he wants something to satisfy the ache between his thighs that eased each time he pushed a bunched part of his pillow to his core, but also disinclined to do anything about it. The frustration is starting to wake him up into a foul mood when you croon, purr against the back of his neck, go from kissing to licking his bondmark, the one obvious scar on his body, and latching your teeth into it just enough to flood his brain with something that calms his growing impatience without making him limp as a kitten. You nibble on the scar around his gland just enough for it to last and he resists the urge to try flushing the hormones from his system as you reach around and brace the pillow, make it easier for him to push onto. "Patience, my dear," you murmured, languid and unbothered, "just enjoy it." So he tries, letting his breathing go deep, feeling the sparks through his core as you kiss now and again against his mark, keeping him calm and contained until he slips off the pillow and onto your thigh, and then slips comfortably back to sleep before he can come.
Suguru
Is a little unsatisfied from the moment he's aware enough to realize he's been digging his teeth into his own arm and grinding against the huge body pillow on rather than his alpha during his afternoon nap. He finds his alpha napping in the chair by the bed, and lifts their hand to his nose, rubbing the gland in their wrist and inhaling as he wraps his thick thighs around the wide pillow, getting almost embarrassingly slick from his alpha's pheromones in his nose. He doesn't want to wake you, but he also kind of wishes you'd wake up and help him deal with this. He's embarrassingly aroused and moaning quietly as soon as you're awake enough that he doesn't feel like he's actually waking you up with his display, eagerly awaiting a quick romp and tie before he has to get up and deal with the mess he's made of his life.
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Sunday
Freezes in mortification once he realizes what he's doing, feeling his traitorously sensitive body pulsing at his core, having almost come without a single layer of his immaculate pajamas being moved. He's listening intently for his alpha to see whether they've heard him and think he is deserving of scolding. If his alpha does not wake up, he confesses to them later that he might had have a lewd dream leading into a rude awakening, and that he tried to do something for his arousal before he realized what was going on. He looks like he's going to pass out when you cheerfully tell him that this isn't abnormal, but he's secretly quite pleased when you misinterpret his concern and fluster, and simply end up telling him to wake you up next time if he needs something
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Homura Shizuka (psycho pass)
Stress tends to impact him more than he would like. He suffers from bouts of very vivid dreams during periods of stress, some of which leave him waking up writhing in his bedding. He knows his alpha never would begrudge him anything, but if he can, if he doesn't feel too disconnected from their bond with what he's doing, he calls his alpha. He'll whine into the communicator while they talk him softly through it and if he can't reach them, he has a recording that will play to help him keep calm. After the games, he experiences fairly horrific stress hormone crashes that result in a day or two where he needs to sleep with his alpha at his side, to feel them take charge of him if they notice him waking up and in need of release.