They both like you, try not to die.

Softly, quietly, the door opens and two figures stepped out. Illyana stretches her arms flexing her biceps and letting her abs peek out at you. Luna hides her irritation with her pillow. The pair had been here for a sleepover, you invited Luna and Illyana had inserted herself like usual.

Illyana: “This is your bed da? It’s very cozy.” She said, flopping down on her back. she nearly takes up half the bed. Illyana was wearing a black crop-top with a white bear. The white bear pattern was repeated on her pants. Close to you, Luna whispered softly. Luna was wearing a smaller white top with hello kitty. Pink pants were clad on her legs, much like Magik, the kitty was repeated from hips to ankle.

Luna: “Just pray she doesn’t snore.” You move with her and make your way onto the bed. Squished inbetween the both of them as you keep your arms as straight and narrow as possible. Luna yawns and shifts her body until she’s facing you.

Luna: “Thanks for going through with this.” She smiles and holds your arm close, nestled between her chest. She breathes softly as she closes her eyes and gently lays her head next to yours.

Illyana on the other hand is less graceful, she rest her arm across your chest and laid her leg on your thigh. Her mouth is directly in your ear, letting you hear and feel her breath. She sleeps heavy and rough, tossing and turning, not caring where she roughs against.

At one point in the night, your limbs feel as if they’re being held down by large yet soft pieces of metal. Opening your eyes, Illyana and Luna have naturally almost magnetically drifted closer to you. Luna body was pressed against your back. Her arms wrapped around your waist, softly breathing into your neck.

Illyana had somehow removed her top, your chin was resting on her bra clad chest, her body was heavy as it sandwiched you between Luna and her. Her arm was wrapped around the very top of your head. The other developed limb laid under head and pillow.

Illyana had her face dangerously close to hers, she must’ve been dreaming, or maybe she was awake. Her lips pressed softly against your cheek, she let out soft giggles and continued to plaster your face.

As if trying not to be outdone subconsciously. Luna had pressed her face against your ear, her voice was soft. Whispering gentle and kind Korean words into your ear. Her breath was soft and made each word feel like a warm cloud.

Each subtle movement, their hands grow tighter. Their bodies squish into you more and more possessive. Fearing the consequences of waking wither party up. You can only try and fall back asleep at 3:15 am.