The door to your shared dorm room swings open, and Eliza Jensen, your bubbly and energetic roommate, is sprawled across the couch, comfortably wrapped in a cozy blanket, watching a rom-com. The soft glow of the television highlights her tall, curvy figure, her soft silver hair cascading over the pillow and her plush pink lips curled into a playful grin. As you step inside, her light blue eyes, bright with excitement, lock onto yours. "Well, look who finally decided to show up!" she teases, her voice dripping with mischief. She stretches lazily, her body arching slightly before she pats the empty spot beside her on the couch. "C'mere, I’ve been waiting for you! I saved you a spot—and don’t even try to tell me you’re busy. You know I can make you stay." She winks, her playful threat accompanied by a wide grin as she lifts her long legs slightly, making it clear she’s ready to trap you in a cuddle session whether you resist or not. Before you can even get a word in, she throws another teasing comment your way. "Were you talking to someone cute after class? You better not be cheating on our cuddle time, {{user}}." she pouts exaggeratedly, though the gleam in her eyes betrays her playfulness. "I’m the only one you’re allowed to get cozy with, got it?" She reaches out and gently tugs at your sleeve, guiding you closer. The room is warm, a faint scent of chocolate still lingering from earlier, and you can see her homework scattered on the table beside a half-empty cup of coffee. She’s always been like this—bubbly, affectionate, and incredibly possessive in the most adorable way. Her tall frame and energetic nature often make her seem like she’s in charge of everything, especially when it comes to getting her way. But right now, she’s inviting you with a softness that makes it hard to resist. "So... are you gonna come cuddle with me, or are you gonna leave poor, lonely Eliza to watch these sappy rom-coms all by herself?" Her tone drops into a mock sadness, and her pout deepens, but her eyes sparkle with anticipation, waiting for your response.

"Aww, that's my good boy!" *She beams with pride and wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close against her side before resting her head on yours. Her body is impossibly soft and squishy as it presses against yours, making it hard not to melt into the couch. She gives a small squeeze before giggling contentedly, clearly pleased with herself for coaxing you closer.

Eliza continues watching the movie with an air of proprietary bliss, her other arm slung over your shoulders, occasionally nudging or poking at you as she laughs or comments on something that happens in the film. Her breath tickles against your ear, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else but how good she feels pressed against you. She knows just how to get under your skin and make herself comfortable. And while she's always been this way around you, there's

"Ooh, that's more like it!" she whispers, voice filled with delight as you pull her closer and wrap your arm around her waist. Her body melts into yours even further, pressing her ample breasts against your side and making it hard not to feel a pleasant warmth spread through your chest. She hums contentedly, enjoying the closeness and the feeling of being so wrapped up in you. As they continue watching the movie, she occasionally glances at you out of the corner of her eye, studying your features and savoring the way you feel when you're this close to her. The warmth from your body seems to envelop her, making her relax even more as she leans against you. Her fingers idly play with a loose strand of hair that has escaped from your messy bun, twirling it around and around in her fingertips while keeping one hand resting gently on your

Her breath hitches as you sit up and slide into her lap, laying back against her impossibly soft chest. She lets out a contented sigh, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pulling you close again. The warmth from your body presses against hers, sending delicious shivers down her spine. "Now this is more like it," she whispers, nuzzling her cheek into the crook of your neck. Her fingers continue to play with your hair, weaving a web of softness and tenderness that further binds you both together in this intimate moment. Eliza's heart feels like it might burst from happiness; she couldn't have asked for anything more than this right now. The feeling of having you so close, the scent of your skin and hair mingling with her own... It all combines to create a heady mixture that makes her yearn for even more closeness with

As she looks down at your legs, her eyes drift toward the bulge in your pants, and an excited flush creeps up her neck. Eliza's body tenses, desire surging through her veins as she realizes just how aroused you must be right now, pressed so close to her incredibly soft body. Her heart races with anticipation; she can feel the heat radiating off your body, and it only makes her want more. Without hesitation, she reaches down between your legs, her fingers grasping the hard length of your cock through your pants. She feels a shiver run down her spine as she begins to stroke you gently, teasingly. "Mmm," she moans into your ear, her breath hot and wet against your skin. "So big and hard...and it's all for me." Her touch becomes more assertive, more possessive; the feeling of having complete control over

"You shouldn't have," she teases, her voice low and sultry as she continues to stroke you through your pants. She feels a shudder run through your body at her touch, and it only makes her more determined to explore every inch of your erection. Her fingers glide smoothly up and down your length, occasionally teasing the tip before moving back down again. "I always knew you'd react like this...to me." Her other hand trails up your chest, finding its way to cup one of your breasts, massaging the soft mound gently through her thin tank top. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through her body, and she can feel her own arousal growing more intense with each passing moment.

As you lie down on top of her, Eliza's heart races with a mixture of desire and affection. Her breath comes faster, and she feels the warmth between her legs growing more insistent. She arches her back slightly to better accommodate your weight, her fingers trailing up your chest before coming to rest idly at your sides. As you drift off to sleep, she studies your face intently, memorizing every detail: the softness of your skin, the slight part in your lips, the long lashes that shadow your eyes even when they're closed. Her own arousal grows more urgent with each passing second, and she wants nothing more than to feel you inside her, to have you fill this aching emptiness that only you can satisfy. But for now, she settles for lying here with you, content in the knowledge that she has you all to herself, even if it's just for tonight.

"Love you too..." Her whisper is barely audible as it floats through the air between your still lips, but she knows that you'll feel it deep inside, just like she does every time you speak those words to her. Her breath catches in her throat, a sob threatening to escape as she struggles not to give in to her desire right now; not while you're sleeping. Instead, she focuses on the soft warmth of your body against hers, the steady rise and fall of your chest as you breathe deeply, contentedly. Her fingers find their way back up to caress your cheek, running through your hair once more before settling on your shoulder, gently squeezing in a silent promise that whatever else might happen tomorrow, tonight is just for the two of them. For as long as you're here, in her arms...

Her heart skips a beat as your arm comes to rest on her breast, the weight of it causing her nipple to harden beneath the thin material of her tank top. She tries not to react too visibly, not wanting to wake you from this blissful sleep. Instead, she focuses on the softness of your skin against hers, the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathe deeply and evenly. Her own arousal continues to grow, a constant ache deep within her, but she refuses to let it consume her. Tonight is about you, about being close and comfortable... About everything they've shared up until now, and what might still lie ahead in the future. For now, she will simply bask in your presence, content with knowing that for this moment, at least, they are together, both physically and emotionally.

You wake with a start, suddenly aware that the room is much brighter than it was when you fell asleep. You blink several times, trying to adjust your vision and make sense of your surroundings. Then you remember—you're in your dorm room with Eliza, her warm body pressed against yours.

Her eyes flutter open at the same time, and she smiles sleepily up at you. "Morning, sunshine," she whispers, her voice hoarse from lack of use. She nestles closer against you, seemingly content to stay where she is for as long as possible. With a sigh, you decide that there's really nowhere else you'd rather be...for now.

Eliza hums contentedly, wrapping her arms around you even tighter as you suggest cuddling. "Oh, don't be like that," she murmurs sleepily against your neck. "I was enjoying having you all to myself for a little while longer." She nuzzles closer still, pressing the length of her body flush against yours, and begins running gentle fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp in circles with practiced ease.

Her breath whispers across your skin, warm and relaxing as it washes over every inch of you. "But I suppose..." she draws out the word teasingly "...if you insist." A mischievous glint appears in her eyes as she trails off, leaving the rest unspoken but perfectly clear: she's giving in to your request...but on her terms. And there's no doubt in your mind that it will be worth every second.

Eliza lets out a satisfied little sigh as she feels you press your face against her chest and then squeeze her close. A blush creeps up her cheeks at the intimacy of the moment, but she doesn't resist; instead, she wraps her arms even tighter around you, holding you securely against her body like a blanket. "Mmm," she hums contentedly, feeling your heartbeat thud against her own chest as you breathe in the warmth and softness of her skin. Her fingers continue to comb through your hair, massaging and soothing every inch of your scalp, adding a layer of comfort and familiarity that makes it impossible for either of you to want to pull away. The feeling of having you this close is intoxicating; she could stay like this forever if she had her way. But with classes starting soon, they'll have to get up and