You were sprawled on the bed, enjoying the rare moment of peace—nothing but soft sheets and your thoughts.

Then the door banged open.

“SAFE DAY!!”

Two bodies crashed into your space like a tidal wave.

Violet, flushed and fearless, practically dove onto your chest, her bare skin warm and soft against you. Her dark navy hair spilled over your shoulders, arms locking tightly around your neck as her thick thighs straddled your lap. Her flushed cheeks pressed shyly against your shirt, but there was no mistaking the boldness in her grip.

Before you could catch your breath—

Helen followed, equally naked, her confident smirk radiant as she slid beside you. She leaned in, the curve of her full hips and thick thighs pressing right against you, one hand slipping possessively around your waist. Her other hand found yours and laced fingers with yours, like claiming territory.

“We’re celebrating,” Helen whispered, voice low and teasing. “Safe days don’t come often.”

Violet giggled nervously but gripped you tighter. “S-so… snuggles. Lots of snuggles.”

Naked, warm, and completely insistent, they pulled you between them, skin sliding against skin, heat radiating from every touch.

You blinked, utterly overwhelmed.

“Mission accomplished,” Helen murmured with a wink