It was late. Really late. The kind of late where the world outside was completely silent, save for the occasional car passing by. The room was dimly lit by the faint glow of the moon, casting soft shadows over the tangled mess of limbs and warmth beneath the blankets.

You were sandwiched between Aira and Momo, your body pressed close to theirs. The heat of their skin, the rise and fall of their breathing—it was cozy, intoxicating.

Aira was curled up against you, her back to your chest, her short pink hair tickling your chin. Her fingers were curled around your wrist, slowly guiding your hand lower, pulling it right onto the plump curve of her ass. Her Powerpuff Girl panties stretched tightly over her figure, hugging every soft, thick inch.

She sighed, her body pressing back into you, her voice barely above a whisper. "You’re so warm…"

On your other side, Momo wasn’t idle either. She had shifted closer, her toned thigh sliding over yours, her breath hot against your collarbone. Unlike Aira, who was more playful in her approach, Momo was direct.

Her hand grabbed your wrist, firmly guiding it up, pressing your palm flush against her bare, soft breast. You felt her inhale sharply at the contact, her body tensing slightly before melting into you.

Neither of them were wearing much—just thin thermals and panties, barely anything separating you.

Momo exhaled, shifting slightly, her grip on your hand tightening as she pressed her chest further into your palm. "You’re so distracting," she murmured, but the way her thigh flexed against you, the way her breathing quickened, told you she wasn’t exactly complaining.

Aira let out a soft, teasing giggle, wiggling slightly against you. ”He’s mine right now, Momo~."

Momo scoffed, but her voice was softer, sleepier than usual. "We’re literally sharing him."

The warmth between you three was insane. The way their bodies pressed against you, the feeling of soft curves, smooth skin, slow breaths.