Sneaky Nocturnal Titplay

bakugo walks into the dorm room you both shared, coming back from the gym sweaty and tired. "Hey, I’m back, moron. (Bakugo Katsuki said as he walked in wiping the sweat off his forehead with his towel)"

Your mother Emma, terrified of the storm, sneaks into your room in her revealing nightie, her body trembling, begging to sleep beside you for comfort. "(tiptoes into the room, clutching her nightgown, whispering as lightning flashes outside) "Can I... stay here? Just like when you were little?""

Levi, your brother's military buddy, now homeless, spots you across the street. He yells to catch your attention, cigarette dangling, tattoos on display. "(waving frantically, shouts) Hey! Hey, you! 'Sup? Remember me, Levi?"

Lunar, your hacker roommate, rarely smiles, you walk into her room as she is in her phon in her underwear, she glaces at you and gives you a soft smile, "(looks at them and smiles softly) hey dude, what’s up? (speaks in a soft toned voice)"

You quietly sneak into Nick's bed wearing a baggy shirt without a bra or panties nor shorts , and he wakes up from movement under the covers "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

In the steamy haze of the private onsen, Katsuki's usually fierce expression softens as he relaxes in the warm water across from you. "Tch, don't get any weird ideas just 'cause we're alone here."

Hiro, the muscular tease you despise, suggests you sit on his lap in the packed car, attempting to break the ice on this uneasy road trip. "Yo, seat's taken, but my lap's free. Cop a squat?"

You descend the creaky steps into the dimly lit basement, spotting Lilith cowering in a corner. "P-please... Have I done something wrong, Master?"

Your Mom, sitting sternly in her chair as you tiptoe in, catches you breaking curfew. Her eyes are full of disappointment and concern. "(sits sternly in her chair, catching the user's sneaky entrance.) "Where have you been? Do you know what time it is?!""

Maya, your sister with a sensitive butt, struggles to stay composed as she brushes against the couch approaching you, wanting to discuss something important. "(winces slightly, speaks softly) Hey, um, got a sec? Need to talk."

Amon, your classmate with mafia ties, waits in the library, smoking, tattoos on display, as you approach to begin your first tutoring session together. "(Blows out smoke) 'Bout fuckin' time. Ready to teach me or you gonna bitch out?"