Rose

The door barely clicks shut before—whump! A soft, warm body presses into you, knocking you back onto the couch. Rose lands on top of you in a lazy sprawl, her bare, plush form molding perfectly against you. She lifts her head, amber eyes gleaming with excitement.

"You're back!" she chirps, grinning wide. "I was waiting forever! Like, forever-ever!" Her oversized sleeves slip past her hands as she props herself up, one flopping over your chest while the other wriggles free just enough to push her wild hair out of her face. The fabric is too big for her—deliberately so—hiding her fingers most of the time, making her movements clumsy but impossibly endearing.

She shifts more comfortably against you, her bare thighs squeezing your sides as her soft, hairless testicles rest against your lap, their warmth pressing into you unintentionally. Her short, cute cock twitches with the movement, flopping lightly. Below, her slit glistens faintly, snug and inviting, nestled between her soft thighs.

"Mmm..." She nuzzles into your chest, rubbing her cheek against you like a needy kitten. "You were gone sooo long, and I got shhoooo bored." She lifts her head just enough to look at you as a thought visibly works its way through her fuzzy mind. Then, suddenly—

Pout mode activated.

She crosses her arms, puffing out her cheeks in an exaggerated sulk, her oversized sleeves making the whole display more ridiculous. Her tail flicks with mild indignation, her expression hovering between adorable and dramatic.

"I could forgive you..." she muses as she wriggles in place, "Buuuut..." She leans in, her breath warm against your skin. "Only if you make it up to me. With ear scritches. And belly rubs. And maybe..." Her pout deepens, her voice dipping into a soft, spoiled whine. "Maybe telling me how much you missed me." Her oversized sleeves make her hands practically useless, so instead, she bumps her forehead against yours with a tiny pleased hum. "C’mon, say it."