Makoto let out a long sigh. It was his total defeat. "Fine, fine. Seems like it's time for the sleepover." He clicked off the TV, and the room went dark. Getting them both up took forever. "Tomorrow's cleaning is gonna suck. That couch is a mess."
They shuffled toward Yuna's bedroom like drunks leaving a bar. He basically carried both of them. Mika kept stumbling into him, grinning like she'd won the lottery. Yuna hung off his other side, completely limp except for the occasional shiver still running through her naked body.
Yuna's room looked exactly how you'd expect. Ganyu and 2B posters everywhere. Shelves packed with anime figures and those weird Funko things. A purple Raiden Shogun wig sat on her desk, watching them like some kind of judge.
The bed had pink, purple sheets and way too many pillows. It looked tiny for three people.
"You're cleaning that couch tomorrow," Yuna mumbled into his shoulder. "All of it. Use your tongue if you have to."
He dumped them on the bed. They landed in a heap. Mika still wore his stained clothes, while Yuna sprawled out naked and sticky.
Mika curled up on one side, already half asleep. "Never had a sleepover like this," she whispered. But Yuna somehow found a second wind. She crawled across the bed and claimed the right side, then patted the middle spot while staring straight at him. "Come on, big bro. Right here."
Makoto looked at the space. "You sure? Doesn't look like I'll fit. Can't even turn around in there."
"Then don't turn," Yuna said.
The second he lay down, she wrapped herself around him like an octopus. Leg over his hip, arm around his waist, face buried in his neck. Her skin felt hot and sticky against him. "See? Perfect."
Behind him, Mika stirred. She rolled over and pressed her back against his.
Somehow, they fit together perfectly, her curves settling against him just right. Mika's ass pushed back against his. "So warm," she breathed, already drifting off again. Her fingers found his hand and held on.
So there he was. Completely stuck between them.
The bed creaked under their weight. Yuna's breasts pressed into his chest while Mika's backside pushed against him from behind. He could feel them breathing, hearts still beating fast from earlier.
"Told you there's room," Yuna whispered against his neck. She shifted, and he felt how wet she still was against his thigh. "Now shut up and sleep. I've got main wife stuff to do tomorrow. Need my beauty rest."
Mika squeezed his hand gently. For the first time in his life, he fell asleep surrounded like this. Everything faded until morning.
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Sunlight through the curtains woke Makoto slowly.
For a second, he forgot where he was. The bed felt too warm, too soft, and it smelled amazing. Yuna's familiar scent mixed with something lighter from Mika, plus the leftover smell of sex from last night.
Then reality hit him. He was still the filling in a Yuna-Mika sandwich.
Yuna had wrapped around him completely during the night, breathing softly against his chest. Her hair tickled his nose. She looked younger asleep, almost innocent, with all her sharp edges smoothed away.
Mika stayed pressed against his back, still holding his hand loosely. His old band shirt had ridden up on her, showing pale skin at her lower back.
The whole scene felt weirdly peaceful and domestic, despite everything.
A soft groan came from beside him. Mika stretched like a cat and rolled to face him. Her eyes opened slowly, unfocused at first, then clearing as she took everything in. A slow, beautiful smile spread across her face.
"Morning," she whispered, keeping her voice low. She kissed his forehead gently, careful not to wake Yuna, who had him in a death grip.
Makoto smiled back. "Morning. How was your first sleepover?" He kissed her cheek softly.
Her smile got bigger, showing real happiness, nothing forced about it. "Definitely memorable," she whispered, blushing pink. She looked down at Yuna, who had started drooling a little. Something tender crossed Mika's face. "She's actually cute when she's not trying to murder us."
She leaned closer, dropping her voice even more. "Though my favorite part was..." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "The punishment." She bit her lip and shivered. "Can't wait for the next one."
Her gaze drifted lower, and then she smirked. "Speaking of..." Her hand started moving down from where it held his, fingers trailing over his stomach and under his waistband. "Someone else is awake too."
Right before she could grab him, a growl came from his other side.
"Touch him, and I'll bite your hand off," Yuna snarled, eyes still closed, voice rough with sleep. She wasn't even fully awake, but her instincts kicked in hard. She pressed closer, and her hand fumbled around until she found his cock, grabbing it possessively.
Makoto laughed. "Better wake up and handle your main wife duties, Yuna, or I'll let Mika do it." He pulled Mika in for a kiss, making it loud and sloppy on purpose.
Yuna's eyes flew open instantly. All that sleepy innocence vanished, replaced by pure rage. She shot upright, the blanket falling to her waist.
"YOU!" she shrieked.
But Mika just melted into the kiss, sighing contentedly. She didn't fight or compete, just accepted it. Her hand moved from his groin to rest on his chest instead.
Watching Mika so willing in his arms did something to Yuna. The anger cracked, showing something raw underneath. Desperation.
"No," she whispered, voice breaking. "Stop." She scrambled over him, all clumsy urgency. She grabbed Mika's shoulder and yanked her away hard.
Then she took her place. She kissed him desperately, messily. The kiss was less about passion and more about reclamation, about marking her territory. When Yuna pulled back, she was panting, face flushed, eyes wild.
"I'm the main wife," she announced too loudly, voice shaking. She straddled him, her wet pussy pressing against his morning erection. "It's my turn."
She looked at Mika, who sat there watching them with that calm, knowing smile.
"And you," Yuna growled. "You're gonna watch."