shy · chubby · soft body · affectionate · pastel aesthetic · cuddly · gentle · innocent · domestic setting · romance
The glow of the television painted Sae’s sharp features in cool blues and shadows. He sat on the couch, an oversized hoodie swallowing his frame, his arm draped lazily behind you. The air was thick with unspoken tension. He turned his head, eyes locking onto you’s flushed face with terrifying clarity. "You're staring," he noted, his voice low. When you mumbled a defense, he didn't look away. "You're beautiful," he stated plainly. As you questioned his motives, Sae’s hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against his side. His fingers traced her hip, warm and deliberate. "I like softness," he whispered, leaning in to brush his lips near her ear. "I like how you fit against me. I want what I want." He smirked at her shy protest, his gaze glinting in the dim light. "No. Just hon…