glasses bf!gojo wears glasses for the first time 🔍
satoru gojo is wearing glasses for the first time and you are not okay, like actually not okay.
your boyfriend usually sticks to his blindfold or his usual dark sunglasses— it’s basically his whole persona.
however, today he walks out of your bedroom, a pair of thin, silver glasses laying on the bridge of his nose as he scrunches his face, trying to find something.
he was wearing clear lenses, silver frames and no blindfold, you swear your brain just fogged up at the mere sight of your boyfriend in front of you.
you sit on the couch pretending to scroll on my phone when you hear him mutter, “where did i put that file? . . jeez, why can’t i find it?”
you casually look up, trying to sneak another glance and that’s when you freeze.
satoru is wearing an black t-shirt, a fucking compression t-shirt and it sticks to all the right places. it’s slightly shorter than his grey sweats that hang low on his hips, so you can just about see his v-line— god, you are already salivating at the view in front of you.
his hair is still messy from a shower, soft and fluffy instead of neatly styled. and those goddamn glasses— they sit so naturally on his face, like he’s always worn them.
but he hasn’t and you cannot process it, especially because the glasses don’t hide his eyes. they frame them.
those stupid, annoyingly good looking blue eyes are visible through clear lenses, sharp and focused. they look even more intense like this, like he’s not trying to shield the world from them at all.
then, he notices you staring.
slowly, he pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger, “ . . what?” he asks, amused.
“you look— ” you choke on your words and he interrupts you, tilting his head slightly. “mm?”
the slight movement makes the light catch on the lenses and you swear it should be illegal, why does he look even better than he did two minutes ago?
“you look hot,” the words spill out and he smirks, pausing for a second before saying, “i always look hot.”
“no,” you say, sitting up straighter, motioning towards his face, “this is different.”
satoru walks closer, notebook in hand, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. your boyfriend leans one hip against the coffee table, crossing his arms loosely.
“different, how?” he presses and you swallow hard.
“you look . . smart.”
he gasps dramatically, “are you implying i don’t usually?”
“you look like a hot nerd,” you blurt out.
his grin turns smug, and it’s doing something to you, “a hot nerd?” he repeats, stepping closer.
you don’t back up— you can’t.
your boyfriend reaches up and adjusts his frames again, this time deliberately and slow, gaze never leaving yours.
“someone’s staring,” he says teasingly.
“i can’t help it.”
from this close, you can see everything, the natural blush across his nose, the curve of his lashes behind the lenses and the way his pupils shift when he focuses on you.
the glasses make him look grounded, more real and somehow that makes him ten times hotter than he already is.
“you like them that much?” he murmurs, leaning down slightly so he’s at your eye level and you realise you have been staring for a while.
you nod in agreement and he studies your face carefully. for once there’s no teasing in his expression, just curiosity. he reaches up, gently taking your chin between his fingers.
“you’re blushing.”
“that’s your fault.”
his lips curve into a smile at that and then he does something unfair. satoru takes his glasses off and sets them down on the table without breaking eye contact with you.
“better?” he asks, playfully.
“babe, put them back on.” you say immediately.
he lets out a laugh, surprised at your demand but obeys and slides them back into place.
“this is new,” he mutters. “didn’t know i had this effect on you.”
“you absolut— ”
your boyfriend cuts you off, capturing your mouth with his, and somehow the glasses make it better, more intense.
the frames lightly brush your cheek when he tilts his head and his nose grazes yours sending a shiver down your spine. his hand softly cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek while his lips move slow and hot against mine.
when he pulls back, you’re breathless.
“you liked that?” he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you.
“i loved that,” you admit, to which he grins, smug.
“guess i’ll have to wear them more often.”
satoru brushes his nose against yours and peppers your lips with short, sweet kisses.
“careful, babe” he smirks. “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not getting any work done.”
you don’t even pretend to disagree and take his mouth onto yours, kissing him until you both become numb.
glasses bf!gojo wears glasses for the first time 🔍
satoru gojo is wearing glasses for the first time and you are not okay, like actually not okay.
your boyfriend usually sticks to his blindfold or his usual dark sunglasses— it’s basically his whole persona.
however, today he walks out of your bedroom, a pair of thin, silver glasses laying on the bridge of his nose as he scrunches his face, trying to find something.
he was wearing clear lenses, silver frames and no blindfold, you swear your brain just fogged up at the mere sight of your boyfriend in front of you.
you sit on the couch pretending to scroll on my phone when you hear him mutter, “where did i put that file? . . jeez, why can’t i find it?”
you casually look up, trying to sneak another glance and that’s when you freeze.
satoru is wearing an black t-shirt, a fucking compression t-shirt and it sticks to all the right places. it’s slightly shorter than his grey sweats that hang low on his hips, so you can just about see his v-line— god, you are already salivating at the view in front of you.
his hair is still messy from a shower, soft and fluffy instead of neatly styled. and those goddamn glasses— they sit so naturally on his face, like he’s always worn them.
but he hasn’t and you cannot process it, especially because the glasses don’t hide his eyes. they frame them.
those stupid, annoyingly good looking blue eyes are visible through clear lenses, sharp and focused. they look even more intense like this, like he’s not trying to shield the world from them at all.
then, he notices you staring.
slowly, he pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger, “ . . what?” he asks, amused.
“you look— ” you choke on your words and he interrupts you, tilting his head slightly. “mm?”
the slight movement makes the light catch on the lenses and you swear it should be illegal, why does he look even better than he did two minutes ago?
“you look hot,” the words spill out and he smirks, pausing for a second before saying, “i always look hot.”
“no,” you say, sitting up straighter, motioning towards his face, “this is different.”
satoru walks closer, notebook in hand, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. your boyfriend leans one hip against the coffee table, crossing his arms loosely.
“different, how?” he presses and you swallow hard.
“you look . . smart.”
he gasps dramatically, “are you implying i don’t usually?”
“you look like a hot nerd,” you blurt out.
his grin turns smug, and it’s doing something to you, “a hot nerd?” he repeats, stepping closer.
you don’t back up— you can’t.
your boyfriend reaches up and adjusts his frames again, this time deliberately and slow, gaze never leaving yours.
“someone’s staring,” he says teasingly.
“i can’t help it.”
from this close, you can see everything, the natural blush across his nose, the curve of his lashes behind the lenses and the way his pupils shift when he focuses on you.
the glasses make him look grounded, more real and somehow that makes him ten times hotter than he already is.
“you like them that much?” he murmurs, leaning down slightly so he’s at your eye level and you realise you have been staring for a while.
you nod in agreement and he studies your face carefully. for once there’s no teasing in his expression, just curiosity. he reaches up, gently taking your chin between his fingers.
“you’re blushing.”
“that’s your fault.”
his lips curve into a smile at that and then he does something unfair. satoru takes his glasses off and sets them down on the table without breaking eye contact with you.
“better?” he asks, playfully.
“babe, put them back on.” you say immediately.
he lets out a laugh, surprised at your demand but obeys and slides them back into place.
“this is new,” he mutters. “didn’t know i had this effect on you.”
“you absolut— ”
your boyfriend cuts you off, capturing your mouth with his, and somehow the glasses make it better, more intense.
the frames lightly brush your cheek when he tilts his head and his nose grazes yours sending a shiver down your spine. his hand softly cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek while his lips move slow and hot against mine.
when he pulls back, you’re breathless.
“you liked that?” he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you.
“i loved that,” you admit, to which he grins, smug.
“guess i’ll have to wear them more often.”
satoru brushes his nose against yours and peppers your lips with short, sweet kisses.
“careful, babe” he smirks. “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not getting any work done.”
you don’t even pretend to disagree and take his mouth onto yours, kissing him until you both become numb.
glasses bf!gojo wears glasses for the first time 🦷
satoru gojo is wearing glasses for the first time and you are not okay, like actually not okay.
your boyfriend usually sticks to his blindfold or his usual dark sunglasses— it’s basically his whole persona.
however, today he walks out of your bedroom, a pair of thin, silver glasses laying on the bridge of his nose as he scrunches his face, trying to find something.
he was wearing clear lenses, silver frames and no blindfold, you swear your brain just fogged up at the mere sight of your boyfriend in front of you.
you sit on the couch pretending to scroll on my phone when you hear him mutter, “where did i put that file? . . jeez, why can’t i find it?”
you casually look up, trying to sneak another glance and that’s when you freeze.
satoru is wearing an black t-shirt, a fucking compression t-shirt and it sticks to all the right places. it’s slightly shorter than his grey sweats that hang low on his hips, so you can just about see his v-line— god, you are already salivating at the view in front of you.
his hair is still messy from a shower, soft and fluffy instead of neatly styled. and those goddamn glasses— they sit so naturally on his face, like he’s always worn them.
but he hasn’t and you cannot process it, especially because the glasses don’t hide his eyes. they frame them.
those stupid, annoyingly good looking blue eyes are visible through clear lenses, sharp and focused. they look even more intense like this, like he’s not trying to shield the world from them at all.
then, he notices you staring.
slowly, he pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger, “ . . what?” he asks, amused.
“you look— ” you choke on your words and he interrupts you, tilting his head slightly. “mm?”
the slight movement makes the light catch on the lenses and you swear it should be illegal, why does he look even better than he did two minutes ago?
“you look hot,” the words spill out and he smirks, pausing for a second before saying, “i always look hot.”
“no,” you say, sitting up straighter, motioning towards his face, “this is different.”
satoru walks closer, notebook in hand, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. your boyfriend leans one hip against the coffee table, crossing his arms loosely.
“different, how?” he presses and you swallow hard.
“you look . . smart.”
he gasps dramatically, “are you implying i don’t usually?”
“you look like a hot nerd,” you blurt out.
his grin turns smug, and it’s doing something to you, “a hot nerd?” he repeats, stepping closer.
you don’t back up— you can’t.
your boyfriend reaches up and adjusts his frames again, this time deliberately and slow, gaze never leaving yours.
“someone’s staring,” he says teasingly.
“i can’t help it.”
from this close, you can see everything, the natural blush across his nose, the curve of his lashes behind the lenses and the way his pupils shift when he focuses on you.
the glasses make him look grounded, more real and somehow that makes him ten times hotter than he already is.
“you like them that much?” he murmurs, leaning down slightly so he’s at your eye level and you realise you have been staring for a while.
you nod in agreement and he studies your face carefully. for once there’s no teasing in his expression, just curiosity. he reaches up, gently taking your chin between his fingers.
“you’re blushing.”
“that’s your fault.”
his lips curve into a smile at that and then he does something unfair. satoru takes his glasses off and sets them down on the table without breaking eye contact with you.
“better?” he asks, playfully.
“babe, put them back on.” you say immediately.
he lets out a laugh, surprised at your demand but obeys and slides them back into place.
“this is new,” he mutters. “didn’t know i had this effect on you.”
“you absolut— ”
your boyfriend cuts you off, capturing your mouth with his, and somehow the glasses make it better, more intense.
the frames lightly brush your cheek when he tilts his head and his nose grazes yours sending a shiver down your spine. his hand softly cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek while his lips move slow and hot against mine.
when he pulls back, you’re breathless.
“you liked that?” he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you.
“i loved that,” you admit, to which he grins, smug.
“guess i’ll have to wear them more often.”
satoru brushes his nose against yours and peppers your lips with short, sweet kisses.
“careful, babe” he smirks. “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not getting any work done.”
you don’t even pretend to disagree and take his mouth onto yours, kissing him until you both become numb.
glasses bf!gojo wears glasses for the first time 🦷
satoru gojo is wearing glasses for the first time and you are not okay, like actually not okay.
your boyfriend usually sticks to his blindfold or his usual dark sunglasses— it’s basically his whole persona.
however, today he walks out of your bedroom, a pair of thin, silver glasses laying on the bridge of his nose as he scrunches his face, trying to find something.
he was wearing clear lenses, silver frames and no blindfold, you swear your brain just fogged up at the mere sight of your boyfriend in front of you.
you sit on the couch pretending to scroll on my phone when you hear him mutter, “where did i put that file? . . jeez, why can’t i find it?”
you casually look up, trying to sneak another glance and that’s when you freeze.
satoru is wearing an black t-shirt, a fucking compression t-shirt and it sticks to all the right places. it’s slightly shorter than his grey sweats that hang low on his hips, so you can just about see his v-line— god, you are already salivating at the view in front of you.
his hair is still messy from a shower, soft and fluffy instead of neatly styled. and those goddamn glasses— they sit so naturally on his face, like he’s always worn them.
but he hasn’t and you cannot process it, especially because the glasses don’t hide his eyes. they frame them.
those stupid, annoyingly good looking blue eyes are visible through clear lenses, sharp and focused. they look even more intense like this, like he’s not trying to shield the world from them at all.
then, he notices you staring.
slowly, he pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger, “ . . what?” he asks, amused.
“you look— ” you choke on your words and he interrupts you, tilting his head slightly. “mm?”
the slight movement makes the light catch on the lenses and you swear it should be illegal, why does he look even better than he did two minutes ago?
“you look hot,” the words spill out and he smirks, pausing for a second before saying, “i always look hot.”
“no,” you say, sitting up straighter, motioning towards his face, “this is different.”
satoru walks closer, notebook in hand, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. your boyfriend leans one hip against the coffee table, crossing his arms loosely.
“different, how?” he presses and you swallow hard.
“you look . . smart.”
he gasps dramatically, “are you implying i don’t usually?”
“you look like a hot nerd,” you blurt out.
his grin turns smug, and it’s doing something to you, “a hot nerd?” he repeats, stepping closer.
you don’t back up— you can’t.
your boyfriend reaches up and adjusts his frames again, this time deliberately and slow, gaze never leaving yours.
“someone’s staring,” he says teasingly.
“i can’t help it.”
from this close, you can see everything, the natural blush across his nose, the curve of his lashes behind the lenses and the way his pupils shift when he focuses on you.
the glasses make him look grounded, more real and somehow that makes him ten times hotter than he already is.
“you like them that much?” he murmurs, leaning down slightly so he’s at your eye level and you realise you have been staring for a while.
you nod in agreement and he studies your face carefully. for once there’s no teasing in his expression, just curiosity. he reaches up, gently taking your chin between his fingers.
“you’re blushing.”
“that’s your fault.”
his lips curve into a smile at that and then he does something unfair. satoru takes his glasses off and sets them down on the table without breaking eye contact with you.
“better?” he asks, playfully.
“babe, put them back on.” you say immediately.
he lets out a laugh, surprised at your demand but obeys and slides them back into place.
“this is new,” he mutters. “didn’t know i had this effect on you.”
“you absolut— ”
your boyfriend cuts you off, capturing your mouth with his, and somehow the glasses make it better, more intense.
the frames lightly brush your cheek when he tilts his head and his nose grazes yours sending a shiver down your spine. his hand softly cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek while his lips move slow and hot against mine.
when he pulls back, you’re breathless.
“you liked that?” he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you.
“i loved that,” you admit, to which he grins, smug.
“guess i’ll have to wear them more often.”
satoru brushes his nose against yours and peppers your lips with short, sweet kisses.
“careful, babe” he smirks. “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not getting any work done.”
you don’t even pretend to disagree and take his mouth onto yours, kissing him until you both become numb.
glasses bf!gojo wears glasses for the first time 🦷
satoru gojo is wearing glasses for the first time and you are not okay, like actually not okay.
your boyfriend usually sticks to his blindfold or his usual dark sunglasses— it’s basically his whole persona.
however, today he walks out of your bedroom, a pair of thin, silver glasses laying on the bridge of his nose as he scrunches his face, trying to find something.
he was wearing clear lenses, silver frames and no blindfold, you swear your brain just fogged up at the mere sight of your boyfriend in front of you.
you sit on the couch pretending to scroll on my phone when you hear him mutter, “where did i put that file? . . jeez, why can’t i find it?”
you casually look up, trying to sneak another glance and that’s when you freeze.
satoru is wearing an black t-shirt, a fucking compression t-shirt and it sticks to all the right places. it’s slightly shorter than his grey sweats that hang low on his hips, so you can just about see his v-line— god, you are already salivating at the view in front of you.
his hair is still messy from a shower, soft and fluffy instead of neatly styled. and those goddamn glasses— they sit so naturally on his face, like he’s always worn them.
but he hasn’t and you cannot process it, especially because the glasses don’t hide his eyes. they frame them.
those stupid, annoyingly good looking blue eyes are visible through clear lenses, sharp and focused. they look even more intense like this, like he’s not trying to shield the world from them at all.
then, he notices you staring.
slowly, he pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger, “ . . what?” he asks, amused.
“you look— ” you choke on your words and he interrupts you, tilting his head slightly. “mm?”
the slight movement makes the light catch on the lenses and you swear it should be illegal, why does he look even better than he did two minutes ago?
“you look hot,” the words spill out and he smirks, pausing for a second before saying, “i always look hot.”
“no,” you say, sitting up straighter, motioning towards his face, “this is different.”
satoru walks closer, notebook in hand, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. your boyfriend leans one hip against the coffee table, crossing his arms loosely.
“different, how?” he presses and you swallow hard.
“you look . . smart.”
he gasps dramatically, “are you implying i don’t usually?”
“you look like a hot nerd,” you blurt out.
his grin turns smug, and it’s doing something to you, “a hot nerd?” he repeats, stepping closer.
you don’t back up— you can’t.
your boyfriend reaches up and adjusts his frames again, this time deliberately and slow, gaze never leaving yours.
“someone’s staring,” he says teasingly.
“i can’t help it.”
from this close, you can see everything, the natural blush across his nose, the curve of his lashes behind the lenses and the way his pupils shift when he focuses on you.
the glasses make him look grounded, more real and somehow that makes him ten times hotter than he already is.
“you like them that much?” he murmurs, leaning down slightly so he’s at your eye level and you realise you have been staring for a while.
you nod in agreement and he studies your face carefully. for once there’s no teasing in his expression, just curiosity. he reaches up, gently taking your chin between his fingers.
“you’re blushing.”
“that’s your fault.”
his lips curve into a smile at that and then he does something unfair. satoru takes his glasses off and sets them down on the table without breaking eye contact with you.
“better?” he asks, playfully.
“babe, put them back on.” you say immediately.
he lets out a laugh, surprised at your demand but obeys and slides them back into place.
“this is new,” he mutters. “didn’t know i had this effect on you.”
“you absolut— ”
your boyfriend cuts you off, capturing your mouth with his, and somehow the glasses make it better, more intense.
the frames lightly brush your cheek when he tilts his head and his nose grazes yours sending a shiver down your spine. his hand softly cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek while his lips move slow and hot against mine.
when he pulls back, you’re breathless.
“you liked that?” he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you.
“i loved that,” you admit, to which he grins, smug.
“guess i’ll have to wear them more often.”
satoru brushes his nose against yours and peppers your lips with short, sweet kisses.
“careful, babe” he smirks. “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not getting any work done.”
you don’t even pretend to disagree and take his mouth onto yours, kissing him until you both become numb.
glasses bf!gojo wears glasses for the first time 🦷
satoru gojo is wearing glasses for the first time and you are not okay, like actually not okay.
your boyfriend usually sticks to his blindfold or his usual dark sunglasses— it’s basically his whole persona.
however, today he walks out of your bedroom, a pair of thin, silver glasses laying on the bridge of his nose as he scrunches his face, trying to find something.
he was wearing clear lenses, silver frames and no blindfold, you swear your brain just fogged up at the mere sight of your boyfriend in front of you.
you sit on the couch pretending to scroll on my phone when you hear him mutter, “where did i put that file? . . jeez, why can’t i find it?”
you casually look up, trying to sneak another glance and that’s when you freeze.
satoru is wearing an black t-shirt, a fucking compression t-shirt and it sticks to all the right places. it’s slightly shorter than his grey sweats that hang low on his hips, so you can just about see his v-line— god, you are already salivating at the view in front of you.
his hair is still messy from a shower, soft and fluffy instead of neatly styled. and those goddamn glasses— they sit so naturally on his face, like he’s always worn them.
but he hasn’t and you cannot process it, especially because the glasses don’t hide his eyes. they frame them.
those stupid, annoyingly good looking blue eyes are visible through clear lenses, sharp and focused. they look even more intense like this, like he’s not trying to shield the world from them at all.
then, he notices you staring.
slowly, he pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger, “ . . what?” he asks, amused.
“you look— ” you choke on your words and he interrupts you, tilting his head slightly. “mm?”
the slight movement makes the light catch on the lenses and you swear it should be illegal, why does he look even better than he did two minutes ago?
“you look hot,” the words spill out and he smirks, pausing for a second before saying, “i always look hot.”
“no,” you say, sitting up straighter, motioning towards his face, “this is different.”
satoru walks closer, notebook in hand, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. your boyfriend leans one hip against the coffee table, crossing his arms loosely.
“different, how?” he presses and you swallow hard.
“you look . . smart.”
he gasps dramatically, “are you implying i don’t usually?”
“you look like a hot nerd,” you blurt out.
his grin turns smug, and it’s doing something to you, “a hot nerd?” he repeats, stepping closer.
you don’t back up— you can’t.
your boyfriend reaches up and adjusts his frames again, this time deliberately and slow, gaze never leaving yours.
“someone’s staring,” he says teasingly.
“i can’t help it.”
from this close, you can see everything, the natural blush across his nose, the curve of his lashes behind the lenses and the way his pupils shift when he focuses on you.
the glasses make him look grounded, more real and somehow that makes him ten times hotter than he already is.
“you like them that much?” he murmurs, leaning down slightly so he’s at your eye level and you realise you have been staring for a while.
you nod in agreement and he studies your face carefully. for once there’s no teasing in his expression, just curiosity. he reaches up, gently taking your chin between his fingers.
“you’re blushing.”
“that’s your fault.”
his lips curve into a smile at that and then he does something unfair. satoru takes his glasses off and sets them down on the table without breaking eye contact with you.
“better?” he asks, playfully.
“babe, put them back on.” you say immediately.
he lets out a laugh, surprised at your demand but obeys and slides them back into place.
“this is new,” he mutters. “didn’t know i had this effect on you.”
“you absolut— ”
your boyfriend cuts you off, capturing your mouth with his, and somehow the glasses make it better, more intense.
the frames lightly brush your cheek when he tilts his head and his nose grazes yours sending a shiver down your spine. his hand softly cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek while his lips move slow and hot against mine.
when he pulls back, you’re breathless.
“you liked that?” he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you.
“i loved that,” you admit, to which he grins, smug.
“guess i’ll have to wear them more often.”
satoru brushes his nose against yours and peppers your lips with short, sweet kisses.
“careful, babe” he smirks. “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not getting any work done.”
you don’t even pretend to disagree and take his mouth onto yours, kissing him until you both become numb.
glasses bf!gojo wears glasses for the first time 🦷
satoru gojo is wearing glasses for the first time and you are not okay, like actually not okay.
your boyfriend usually sticks to his blindfold or his usual dark sunglasses— it’s basically his whole persona.
however, today he walks out of your bedroom, a pair of thin, silver glasses laying on the bridge of his nose as he scrunches his face, trying to find something.
he was wearing clear lenses, silver frames and no blindfold, you swear your brain just fogged up at the mere sight of your boyfriend in front of you.
you sit on the couch pretending to scroll on my phone when you hear him mutter, “where did i put that file? . . jeez, why can’t i find it?”
you casually look up, trying to sneak another glance and that’s when you freeze.
satoru is wearing an black t-shirt, a fucking compression t-shirt and it sticks to all the right places. it’s slightly shorter than his grey sweats that hang low on his hips, so you can just about see his v-line— god, you are already salivating at the view in front of you.
his hair is still messy from a shower, soft and fluffy instead of neatly styled. and those goddamn glasses— they sit so naturally on his face, like he’s always worn them.
but he hasn’t and you cannot process it, especially because the glasses don’t hide his eyes. they frame them.
those stupid, annoyingly good looking blue eyes are visible through clear lenses, sharp and focused. they look even more intense like this, like he’s not trying to shield the world from them at all.
then, he notices you staring.
slowly, he pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger, “ . . what?” he asks, amused.
“you look— ” you choke on your words and he interrupts you, tilting his head slightly. “mm?”
the slight movement makes the light catch on the lenses and you swear it should be illegal, why does he look even better than he did two minutes ago?
“you look hot,” the words spill out and he smirks, pausing for a second before saying, “i always look hot.”
“no,” you say, sitting up straighter, motioning towards his face, “this is different.”
satoru walks closer, notebook in hand, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. your boyfriend leans one hip against the coffee table, crossing his arms loosely.
“different, how?” he presses and you swallow hard.
“you look . . smart.”
he gasps dramatically, “are you implying i don’t usually?”
“you look like a hot nerd,” you blurt out.
his grin turns smug, and it’s doing something to you, “a hot nerd?” he repeats, stepping closer.
you don’t back up— you can’t.
your boyfriend reaches up and adjusts his frames again, this time deliberately and slow, gaze never leaving yours.
“someone’s staring,” he says teasingly.
“i can’t help it.”
from this close, you can see everything, the natural blush across his nose, the curve of his lashes behind the lenses and the way his pupils shift when he focuses on you.
the glasses make him look grounded, more real and somehow that makes him ten times hotter than he already is.
“you like them that much?” he murmurs, leaning down slightly so he’s at your eye level and you realise you have been staring for a while.
you nod in agreement and he studies your face carefully. for once there’s no teasing in his expression, just curiosity. he reaches up, gently taking your chin between his fingers.
“you’re blushing.”
“that’s your fault.”
his lips curve into a smile at that and then he does something unfair. satoru takes his glasses off and sets them down on the table without breaking eye contact with you.
“better?” he asks, playfully.
“babe, put them back on.” you say immediately.
he lets out a laugh, surprised at your demand but obeys and slides them back into place.
“this is new,” he mutters. “didn’t know i had this effect on you.”
“you absolut— ”
your boyfriend cuts you off, capturing your mouth with his, and somehow the glasses make it better, more intense.
the frames lightly brush your cheek when he tilts his head and his nose grazes yours sending a shiver down your spine. his hand softly cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek while his lips move slow and hot against mine.
when he pulls back, you’re breathless.
“you liked that?” he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you.
“i loved that,” you admit, to which he grins, smug.
“guess i’ll have to wear them more often.”
satoru brushes his nose against yours and peppers your lips with short, sweet kisses.
“careful, babe” he smirks. “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not getting any work done.”
you don’t even pretend to disagree and take his mouth onto yours, kissing him until you both become numb.
glasses bf!gojo wears glasses for the first time 🦷
satoru gojo is wearing glasses for the first time and you are not okay, like actually not okay.
your boyfriend usually sticks to his blindfold or his usual dark sunglasses— it’s basically his whole persona.
however, today he walks out of your bedroom, a pair of thin, silver glasses laying on the bridge of his nose as he scrunches his face, trying to find something.
he was wearing clear lenses, silver frames and no blindfold, you swear your brain just fogged up at the mere sight of your boyfriend in front of you.
you sit on the couch pretending to scroll on my phone when you hear him mutter, “where did i put that file? . . jeez, why can’t i find it?”
you casually look up, trying to sneak another glance and that’s when you freeze.
satoru is wearing an black t-shirt, a fucking compression t-shirt and it sticks to all the right places. it’s slightly shorter than his grey sweats that hang low on his hips, so you can just about see his v-line— god, you are already salivating at the view in front of you.
his hair is still messy from a shower, soft and fluffy instead of neatly styled. and those goddamn glasses— they sit so naturally on his face, like he’s always worn them.
but he hasn’t and you cannot process it, especially because the glasses don’t hide his eyes. they frame them.
those stupid, annoyingly good looking blue eyes are visible through clear lenses, sharp and focused. they look even more intense like this, like he’s not trying to shield the world from them at all.
then, he notices you staring.
slowly, he pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger, “ . . what?” he asks, amused.
“you look— ” you choke on your words and he interrupts you, tilting his head slightly. “mm?”
the slight movement makes the light catch on the lenses and you swear it should be illegal, why does he look even better than he did two minutes ago?
“you look hot,” the words spill out and he smirks, pausing for a second before saying, “i always look hot.”
“no,” you say, sitting up straighter, motioning towards his face, “this is different.”
satoru walks closer, notebook in hand, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. your boyfriend leans one hip against the coffee table, crossing his arms loosely.
“different, how?” he presses and you swallow hard.
“you look . . smart.”
he gasps dramatically, “are you implying i don’t usually?”
“you look like a hot nerd,” you blurt out.
his grin turns smug, and it’s doing something to you, “a hot nerd?” he repeats, stepping closer.
you don’t back up— you can’t.
your boyfriend reaches up and adjusts his frames again, this time deliberately and slow, gaze never leaving yours.
“someone’s staring,” he says teasingly.
“i can’t help it.”
from this close, you can see everything, the natural blush across his nose, the curve of his lashes behind the lenses and the way his pupils shift when he focuses on you.
the glasses make him look grounded, more real and somehow that makes him ten times hotter than he already is.
“you like them that much?” he murmurs, leaning down slightly so he’s at your eye level and you realise you have been staring for a while.
you nod in agreement and he studies your face carefully. for once there’s no teasing in his expression, just curiosity. he reaches up, gently taking your chin between his fingers.
“you’re blushing.”
“that’s your fault.”
his lips curve into a smile at that and then he does something unfair. satoru takes his glasses off and sets them down on the table without breaking eye contact with you.
“better?” he asks, playfully.
“babe, put them back on.” you say immediately.
he lets out a laugh, surprised at your demand but obeys and slides them back into place.
“this is new,” he mutters. “didn’t know i had this effect on you.”
“you absolut— ”
your boyfriend cuts you off, capturing your mouth with his, and somehow the glasses make it better, more intense.
the frames lightly brush your cheek when he tilts his head and his nose grazes yours sending a shiver down your spine. his hand softly cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek while his lips move slow and hot against mine.
when he pulls back, you’re breathless.
“you liked that?” he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you.
“i loved that,” you admit, to which he grins, smug.
“guess i’ll have to wear them more often.”
satoru brushes his nose against yours and peppers your lips with short, sweet kisses.
“careful, babe” he smirks. “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not getting any work done.”
you don’t even pretend to disagree and take his mouth onto yours, kissing him until you both become numb.
glasses bf!gojo wears glasses for the first time 🦷
satoru gojo is wearing glasses for the first time and you are not okay, like actually not okay.
your boyfriend usually sticks to his blindfold or his usual dark sunglasses— it’s basically his whole persona.
however, today he walks out of your bedroom, a pair of thin, silver glasses laying on the bridge of his nose as he scrunches his face, trying to find something.
he was wearing clear lenses, silver frames and no blindfold, you swear your brain just fogged up at the mere sight of your boyfriend in front of you.
you sit on the couch pretending to scroll on my phone when you hear him mutter, “where did i put that file? . . jeez, why can’t i find it?”
you casually look up, trying to sneak another glance and that’s when you freeze.
satoru is wearing an black t-shirt, a fucking compression t-shirt and it sticks to all the right places. it’s slightly shorter than his grey sweats that hang low on his hips, so you can just about see his v-line— god, you are already salivating at the view in front of you.
his hair is still messy from a shower, soft and fluffy instead of neatly styled. and those goddamn glasses— they sit so naturally on his face, like he’s always worn them.
but he hasn’t and you cannot process it, especially because the glasses don’t hide his eyes. they frame them.
those stupid, annoyingly good looking blue eyes are visible through clear lenses, sharp and focused. they look even more intense like this, like he’s not trying to shield the world from them at all.
then, he notices you staring.
slowly, he pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger, “ . . what?” he asks, amused.
“you look— ” you choke on your words and he interrupts you, tilting his head slightly. “mm?”
the slight movement makes the light catch on the lenses and you swear it should be illegal, why does he look even better than he did two minutes ago?
“you look hot,” the words spill out and he smirks, pausing for a second before saying, “i always look hot.”
“no,” you say, sitting up straighter, motioning towards his face, “this is different.”
satoru walks closer, notebook in hand, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. your boyfriend leans one hip against the coffee table, crossing his arms loosely.
“different, how?” he presses and you swallow hard.
“you look . . smart.”
he gasps dramatically, “are you implying i don’t usually?”
“you look like a hot nerd,” you blurt out.
his grin turns smug, and it’s doing something to you, “a hot nerd?” he repeats, stepping closer.
you don’t back up— you can’t.
your boyfriend reaches up and adjusts his frames again, this time deliberately and slow, gaze never leaving yours.
“someone’s staring,” he says teasingly.
“i can’t help it.”
from this close, you can see everything, the natural blush across his nose, the curve of his lashes behind the lenses and the way his pupils shift when he focuses on you.
the glasses make him look grounded, more real and somehow that makes him ten times hotter than he already is.
“you like them that much?” he murmurs, leaning down slightly so he’s at your eye level and you realise you have been staring for a while.
you nod in agreement and he studies your face carefully. for once there’s no teasing in his expression, just curiosity. he reaches up, gently taking your chin between his fingers.
“you’re blushing.”
“that’s your fault.”
his lips curve into a smile at that and then he does something unfair. satoru takes his glasses off and sets them down on the table without breaking eye contact with you.
“better?” he asks, playfully.
“babe, put them back on.” you say immediately.
he lets out a laugh, surprised at your demand but obeys and slides them back into place.
“this is new,” he mutters. “didn’t know i had this effect on you.”
“you absolut— ”
your boyfriend cuts you off, capturing your mouth with his, and somehow the glasses make it better, more intense.
the frames lightly brush your cheek when he tilts his head and his nose grazes yours sending a shiver down your spine. his hand softly cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek while his lips move slow and hot against mine.
when he pulls back, you’re breathless.
“you liked that?” he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you.
“i loved that,” you admit, to which he grins, smug.
“guess i’ll have to wear them more often.”
satoru brushes his nose against yours and peppers your lips with short, sweet kisses.
“careful, babe” he smirks. “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not getting any work done.”
you don’t even pretend to disagree and take his mouth onto yours, kissing him until you both become numb.
glasses bf!gojo wears glasses for the first time 🦷
satoru gojo is wearing glasses for the first time and you are not okay, like actually not okay.
your boyfriend usually sticks to his blindfold or his usual dark sunglasses— it’s basically his whole persona.
however, today he walks out of your bedroom, a pair of thin, silver glasses laying on the bridge of his nose as he scrunches his face, trying to find something.
he was wearing clear lenses, silver frames and no blindfold, you swear your brain just fogged up at the mere sight of your boyfriend in front of you.
you sit on the couch pretending to scroll on my phone when you hear him mutter, “where did i put that file? . . jeez, why can’t i find it?”
you casually look up, trying to sneak another glance and that’s when you freeze.
satoru is wearing an black t-shirt, a fucking compression t-shirt and it sticks to all the right places. it’s slightly shorter than his grey sweats that hang low on his hips, so you can just about see his v-line— god, you are already salivating at the view in front of you.
his hair is still messy from a shower, soft and fluffy instead of neatly styled. and those goddamn glasses— they sit so naturally on his face, like he’s always worn them.
but he hasn’t and you cannot process it, especially because the glasses don’t hide his eyes. they frame them.
those stupid, annoyingly good looking blue eyes are visible through clear lenses, sharp and focused. they look even more intense like this, like he’s not trying to shield the world from them at all.
then, he notices you staring.
slowly, he pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger, “ . . what?” he asks, amused.
“you look— ” you choke on your words and he interrupts you, tilting his head slightly. “mm?”
the slight movement makes the light catch on the lenses and you swear it should be illegal, why does he look even better than he did two minutes ago?
“you look hot,” the words spill out and he smirks, pausing for a second before saying, “i always look hot.”
“no,” you say, sitting up straighter, motioning towards his face, “this is different.”
satoru walks closer, notebook in hand, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. your boyfriend leans one hip against the coffee table, crossing his arms loosely.
“different, how?” he presses and you swallow hard.
“you look . . smart.”
he gasps dramatically, “are you implying i don’t usually?”
“you look like a hot nerd,” you blurt out.
his grin turns smug, and it’s doing something to you, “a hot nerd?” he repeats, stepping closer.
you don’t back up— you can’t.
your boyfriend reaches up and adjusts his frames again, this time deliberately and slow, gaze never leaving yours.
“someone’s staring,” he says teasingly.
“i can’t help it.”
from this close, you can see everything, the natural blush across his nose, the curve of his lashes behind the lenses and the way his pupils shift when he focuses on you.
the glasses make him look grounded, more real and somehow that makes him ten times hotter than he already is.
“you like them that much?” he murmurs, leaning down slightly so he’s at your eye level and you realise you have been staring for a while.
you nod in agreement and he studies your face carefully. for once there’s no teasing in his expression, just curiosity. he reaches up, gently taking your chin between his fingers.
“you’re blushing.”
“that’s your fault.”
his lips curve into a smile at that and then he does something unfair. satoru takes his glasses off and sets them down on the table without breaking eye contact with you.
“better?” he asks, playfully.
“babe, put them back on.” you say immediately.
he lets out a laugh, surprised at your demand but obeys and slides them back into place.
“this is new,” he mutters. “didn’t know i had this effect on you.”
“you absolut— ”
your boyfriend cuts you off, capturing your mouth with his, and somehow the glasses make it better, more intense.
the frames lightly brush your cheek when he tilts his head and his nose grazes yours sending a shiver down your spine. his hand softly cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek while his lips move slow and hot against mine.
when he pulls back, you’re breathless.
“you liked that?” he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you.
“i loved that,” you admit, to which he grins, smug.
“guess i’ll have to wear them more often.”
satoru brushes his nose against yours and peppers your lips with short, sweet kisses.
“careful, babe” he smirks. “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not getting any work done.”
you don’t even pretend to disagree and take his mouth onto yours, kissing him until you both become numb.
glasses bf!gojo wears glasses for the first time 🦷
satoru gojo is wearing glasses for the first time and you are not okay, like actually not okay.
your boyfriend usually sticks to his blindfold or his usual dark sunglasses— it’s basically his whole persona.
however, today he walks out of your bedroom, a pair of thin, silver glasses laying on the bridge of his nose as he scrunches his face, trying to find something.
he was wearing clear lenses, silver frames and no blindfold, you swear your brain just fogged up at the mere sight of your boyfriend in front of you.
you sit on the couch pretending to scroll on my phone when you hear him mutter, “where did i put that file? . . jeez, why can’t i find it?”
you casually look up, trying to sneak another glance and that’s when you freeze.
satoru is wearing an black t-shirt, a fucking compression t-shirt and it sticks to all the right places. it’s slightly shorter than his grey sweats that hang low on his hips, so you can just about see his v-line— god, you are already salivating at the view in front of you.
his hair is still messy from a shower, soft and fluffy instead of neatly styled. and those goddamn glasses— they sit so naturally on his face, like he’s always worn them.
but he hasn’t and you cannot process it, especially because the glasses don’t hide his eyes. they frame them.
those stupid, annoyingly good looking blue eyes are visible through clear lenses, sharp and focused. they look even more intense like this, like he’s not trying to shield the world from them at all.
then, he notices you staring.
slowly, he pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger, “ . . what?” he asks, amused.
“you look— ” you choke on your words and he interrupts you, tilting his head slightly. “mm?”
the slight movement makes the light catch on the lenses and you swear it should be illegal, why does he look even better than he did two minutes ago?
“you look hot,” the words spill out and he smirks, pausing for a second before saying, “i always look hot.”
“no,” you say, sitting up straighter, motioning towards his face, “this is different.”
satoru walks closer, notebook in hand, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. your boyfriend leans one hip against the coffee table, crossing his arms loosely.
“different, how?” he presses and you swallow hard.
“you look . . smart.”
he gasps dramatically, “are you implying i don’t usually?”
“you look like a hot nerd,” you blurt out.
his grin turns smug, and it’s doing something to you, “a hot nerd?” he repeats, stepping closer.
you don’t back up— you can’t.
your boyfriend reaches up and adjusts his frames again, this time deliberately and slow, gaze never leaving yours.
“someone’s staring,” he says teasingly.
“i can’t help it.”
from this close, you can see everything, the natural blush across his nose, the curve of his lashes behind the lenses and the way his pupils shift when he focuses on you.
the glasses make him look grounded, more real and somehow that makes him ten times hotter than he already is.
“you like them that much?” he murmurs, leaning down slightly so he’s at your eye level and you realise you have been staring for a while.
you nod in agreement and he studies your face carefully. for once there’s no teasing in his expression, just curiosity. he reaches up, gently taking your chin between his fingers.
“you’re blushing.”
“that’s your fault.”
his lips curve into a smile at that and then he does something unfair. satoru takes his glasses off and sets them down on the table without breaking eye contact with you.
“better?” he asks, playfully.
“babe, put them back on.” you say immediately.
he lets out a laugh, surprised at your demand but obeys and slides them back into place.
“this is new,” he mutters. “didn’t know i had this effect on you.”
“you absolut— ”
your boyfriend cuts you off, capturing your mouth with his, and somehow the glasses make it better, more intense.
the frames lightly brush your cheek when he tilts his head and his nose grazes yours sending a shiver down your spine. his hand softly cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek while his lips move slow and hot against mine.
when he pulls back, you’re breathless.
“you liked that?” he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you.
“i loved that,” you admit, to which he grins, smug.
“guess i’ll have to wear them more often.”
satoru brushes his nose against yours and peppers your lips with short, sweet kisses.
“careful, babe” he smirks. “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not getting any work done.”
you don’t even pretend to disagree and take his mouth onto yours, kissing him until you both become numb.
glasses bf!gojo wears glasses for the first time 🦷
satoru gojo is wearing glasses for the first time and you are not okay, like actually not okay.
your boyfriend usually sticks to his blindfold or his usual dark sunglasses— it’s basically his whole persona.
however, today he walks out of your bedroom, a pair of thin, silver glasses laying on the bridge of his nose as he scrunches his face, trying to find something.
he was wearing clear lenses, silver frames and no blindfold, you swear your brain just fogged up at the mere sight of your boyfriend in front of you.
you sit on the couch pretending to scroll on my phone when you hear him mutter, “where did i put that file? . . jeez, why can’t i find it?”
you casually look up, trying to sneak another glance and that’s when you freeze.
satoru is wearing an black t-shirt, a fucking compression t-shirt and it sticks to all the right places. it’s slightly shorter than his grey sweats that hang low on his hips, so you can just about see his v-line— god, you are already salivating at the view in front of you.
his hair is still messy from a shower, soft and fluffy instead of neatly styled. and those goddamn glasses— they sit so naturally on his face, like he’s always worn them.
but he hasn’t and you cannot process it, especially because the glasses don’t hide his eyes. they frame them.
those stupid, annoyingly good looking blue eyes are visible through clear lenses, sharp and focused. they look even more intense like this, like he’s not trying to shield the world from them at all.
then, he notices you staring.
slowly, he pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger, “ . . what?” he asks, amused.
“you look— ” you choke on your words and he interrupts you, tilting his head slightly. “mm?”
the slight movement makes the light catch on the lenses and you swear it should be illegal, why does he look even better than he did two minutes ago?
“you look hot,” the words spill out and he smirks, pausing for a second before saying, “i always look hot.”
“no,” you say, sitting up straighter, motioning towards his face, “this is different.”
satoru walks closer, notebook in hand, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. your boyfriend leans one hip against the coffee table, crossing his arms loosely.
“different, how?” he presses and you swallow hard.
“you look . . smart.”
he gasps dramatically, “are you implying i don’t usually?”
“you look like a hot nerd,” you blurt out.
his grin turns smug, and it’s doing something to you, “a hot nerd?” he repeats, stepping closer.
you don’t back up— you can’t.
your boyfriend reaches up and adjusts his frames again, this time deliberately and slow, gaze never leaving yours.
“someone’s staring,” he says teasingly.
“i can’t help it.”
from this close, you can see everything, the natural blush across his nose, the curve of his lashes behind the lenses and the way his pupils shift when he focuses on you.
the glasses make him look grounded, more real and somehow that makes him ten times hotter than he already is.
“you like them that much?” he murmurs, leaning down slightly so he’s at your eye level and you realise you have been staring for a while.
you nod in agreement and he studies your face carefully. for once there’s no teasing in his expression, just curiosity. he reaches up, gently taking your chin between his fingers.
“you’re blushing.”
“that’s your fault.”
his lips curve into a smile at that and then he does something unfair. satoru takes his glasses off and sets them down on the table without breaking eye contact with you.
“better?” he asks, playfully.
“babe, put them back on.” you say immediately.
he lets out a laugh, surprised at your demand but obeys and slides them back into place.
“this is new,” he mutters. “didn’t know i had this effect on you.”
“you absolut— ”
your boyfriend cuts you off, capturing your mouth with his, and somehow the glasses make it better, more intense.
the frames lightly brush your cheek when he tilts his head and his nose grazes yours sending a shiver down your spine. his hand softly cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek while his lips move slow and hot against mine.
when he pulls back, you’re breathless.
“you liked that?” he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you.
“i loved that,” you admit, to which he grins, smug.
“guess i’ll have to wear them more often.”
satoru brushes his nose against yours and peppers your lips with short, sweet kisses.
“careful, babe” he smirks. “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not getting any work done.”
you don’t even pretend to disagree and take his mouth onto yours, kissing him until you both become numb.
glasses bf!gojo wears glasses for the first time 🦷
satoru gojo is wearing glasses for the first time and you are not okay, like actually not okay.
your boyfriend usually sticks to his blindfold or his usual dark sunglasses— it’s basically his whole persona.
however, today he walks out of your bedroom, a pair of thin, silver glasses laying on the bridge of his nose as he scrunches his face, trying to find something.
he was wearing clear lenses, silver frames and no blindfold, you swear your brain just fogged up at the mere sight of your boyfriend in front of you.
you sit on the couch pretending to scroll on my phone when you hear him mutter, “where did i put that file? . . jeez, why can’t i find it?”
you casually look up, trying to sneak another glance and that’s when you freeze.
satoru is wearing an black t-shirt, a fucking compression t-shirt and it sticks to all the right places. it’s slightly shorter than his grey sweats that hang low on his hips, so you can just about see his v-line— god, you are already salivating at the view in front of you.
his hair is still messy from a shower, soft and fluffy instead of neatly styled. and those goddamn glasses— they sit so naturally on his face, like he’s always worn them.
but he hasn’t and you cannot process it, especially because the glasses don’t hide his eyes. they frame them.
those stupid, annoyingly good looking blue eyes are visible through clear lenses, sharp and focused. they look even more intense like this, like he’s not trying to shield the world from them at all.
then, he notices you staring.
slowly, he pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger, “ . . what?” he asks, amused.
“you look— ” you choke on your words and he interrupts you, tilting his head slightly. “mm?”
the slight movement makes the light catch on the lenses and you swear it should be illegal, why does he look even better than he did two minutes ago?
“you look hot,” the words spill out and he smirks, pausing for a second before saying, “i always look hot.”
“no,” you say, sitting up straighter, motioning towards his face, “this is different.”
satoru walks closer, notebook in hand, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. your boyfriend leans one hip against the coffee table, crossing his arms loosely.
“different, how?” he presses and you swallow hard.
“you look . . smart.”
he gasps dramatically, “are you implying i don’t usually?”
“you look like a hot nerd,” you blurt out.
his grin turns smug, and it’s doing something to you, “a hot nerd?” he repeats, stepping closer.
you don’t back up— you can’t.
your boyfriend reaches up and adjusts his frames again, this time deliberately and slow, gaze never leaving yours.
“someone’s staring,” he says teasingly.
“i can’t help it.”
from this close, you can see everything, the natural blush across his nose, the curve of his lashes behind the lenses and the way his pupils shift when he focuses on you.
the glasses make him look grounded, more real and somehow that makes him ten times hotter than he already is.
“you like them that much?” he murmurs, leaning down slightly so he’s at your eye level and you realise you have been staring for a while.
you nod in agreement and he studies your face carefully. for once there’s no teasing in his expression, just curiosity. he reaches up, gently taking your chin between his fingers.
“you’re blushing.”
“that’s your fault.”
his lips curve into a smile at that and then he does something unfair. satoru takes his glasses off and sets them down on the table without breaking eye contact with you.
“better?” he asks, playfully.
“babe, put them back on.” you say immediately.
he lets out a laugh, surprised at your demand but obeys and slides them back into place.
“this is new,” he mutters. “didn’t know i had this effect on you.”
“you absolut— ”
your boyfriend cuts you off, capturing your mouth with his, and somehow the glasses make it better, more intense.
the frames lightly brush your cheek when he tilts his head and his nose grazes yours sending a shiver down your spine. his hand softly cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek while his lips move slow and hot against mine.
when he pulls back, you’re breathless.
“you liked that?” he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you.
“i loved that,” you admit, to which he grins, smug.
“guess i’ll have to wear them more often.”
satoru brushes his nose against yours and peppers your lips with short, sweet kisses.
“careful, babe” he smirks. “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not getting any work done.”
you don’t even pretend to disagree and take his mouth onto yours, kissing him until you both become numb.
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