Sade

You wake up with your head ringing. After denying Gojo’s makeout sesh, you had

regretted it so much to the point where you were so close to just turning back to meet those juicy pink lips of his– though of course, your dad had raised you with way more self control than that (unfortunate in this situation).

It’s late in the afternoon and you decide to walk to your nearby Mcdonald’s for your

hangover, hoping to forget about whatever happened with Gojo; I mean, what good would it bring by associating with someone from your dad’s roster? You order a plain Big Mac with large fries and apple pie for dessert. You moan into the bite you take from the burger– “I didn’t know you could make sounds like that”, you abruptly turn your head to the familiar voice, knowing very well who was behind you– it was that damn cocky guy, Gojo.

“Even if you tried, you could never make a sound like that leave my mouth.” You replied

annoyed from your annoying headache as you set your burger down. Gojo sits in front of you, his hands in the pockets of his grey sweatpants. “I’m very confident I can”, he grinned widely, only for your response to be a dramatic eye roll– you’ve lost count on the amount of times you’ve rolled your eyes to his annoying flirty comments. “You wanna bet-?” You cut yourself off before you could finish your response; this is where the line needs to be drawn. Gojo raises his eyebrow suggestively, “oh?” his leg touches yours, “that’s enough, can you stop flirting with me? And forget about whatever happened yesterday, it was a mistake-”, his eyebrows droop slightly “ouch, that’s cold you know?” you continue eating before responding “it’s called setting boundaries.” Are you really setting boundaries? Or are you just trying to stop yourself from falling for a cute playboy like him? Well, we both know the obvious answer.

He follows behind you like a lost puppy– he really isn’t making this any easier now, is

he? “Ok Gojo you-” he grabs your hand, wrapping an arm around your lower back to pull you closer to him. “Please give me a chance, y/n, I swear I’m a great guy and I know I’ve fucked around a lot, but please, I won’t ever be like that around you-” you gently cup his cheek, “I really liked you the moment I saw you outside your dad’s office, please y/n..” he leaned into your hand. OH MY FUCKING GOSH.. How could a man be this adorable? He looked like he just rolled out of bed but was still so unbearinglly fucking hot! The worst part? You looked like shit in comparison, yet there he was, begging for you to give him a chance in dating?! Who is he kidding? “Y/n” his arm locked tightly against you, “you know we can’t Gojo, my dad is literally your coach! He would kill you if he saw you with me, his daughter??!!” he let out a familiar cocky grin, there he was.. “I’m basically the best pitcher on the roster, what is he gonna do about it? Can’t lose a great guy like me” he shrugged, moving my hand from his cheek to his mouth, where he gently kissed it. “Gosh..” you sigh, “you’re so fucking persistent..”, he grins even wider “you like it though.” You don’t deny it, duh.

You watch the team run laps around the field as they get ready for the day– not to

mention, it had been a few days since you and Gojo had started dating, secretly of course; though it was hard to hide when you both made out every moment you got the chance to. In bathroom’s, the back of his truck, and even in the locker rooms whenever it was empty. You were gambling with your fate, but God, that made it a whole lot sexier. You sit on the dugout like always, watching your dad yell and walk around, it was nothing new, but it was weirdly entertaining seeing hot grown men get scolded by my father over their mistakes– maybe it's funny seeing their high ego’s get deflated, but who knows? You see Gojo running over here, he was in shorts and in the teams t-shirt, covered in sweat– holy fuck.. He’s got a body. “You like what ya seeing?” he purposely lifts his shirt to wipe his sweat. Instead of rolling your eyes, you grin “definitely. Too bad I can’t do anything about it though.” He gets closer “says who?”. He grabs your hand, “the locker room is empty ya know’, you bite your lip, looking at the field and seeing everyone busy, especially your dad, that was the cue to go, fast.

Your back hits against the metal lockers as your lips crash with his. You could taste

Mariani

Her eyes glare at mine as she clutches her purse in her black sparkly dress; feathers on her hair. Even though she was mad, I had never seen a woman more beautiful than her. She was upset that I hadn’t complimented her– I evidently did, would I still be a man if I didn’t? She was gorgeous, beautiful, stunning, but I assume it wasn't enough for her, after all, she was a spoiled princess, my spoiled princess.

“I’m sorry, my love, did I upset you? Excuse your very incompetent husband for not worshipping you enough– nothing in this world would be worth comparing your beauty to, as your beauty itself outshines everything.” I kissed her hand, then her cheek, then her temple; only then would she forgive me– she was adorable.

Mariani Bonaparte, my beloved wife.

I love the way your dress jingles like bells every time you dance, I love the way your short hair bounces every time you walk, I love everything about you; your soft cheeks; your blue eyes; your pale skin, everything about you ,my love, is perfect, as I would trade my life just to meet you in every lifetime– just to see you get mad at me over nuisances– I would let you lash out at me for not fawning over you, or kissing you every moment I have– I would let you lay on my shoulders every time you needed a break, I would let you cry on me every time the world failed you. There’s not a thing in this world I wouldn’t do for you.

I miss your nagging, I miss how you would tell me to stop smoking because you wanted me to live a long life with you, to watch our children grow, and to eventually see our grandchildren. I miss the feeling of your head on my chest, I miss your soft breathing, I miss your smell. I miss everything about you.

Who would’ve known my life would outlive yours, my beloved? How could God be so cruel and take you away from me, and our children? We had so much to live together in life, yet death separates us. My heart fills with hatred. Mariani, my love, my heart can’t take the sorrow of being apart from you– but I can’t fathom leaving our children. Their eyes remind me of your glares from when you were upset, and it builds up the little courage I have left in me.

Word count: 1.2k

This was rushed because it was something I thought of very last minute so the writing may be off, but I do plan on making several parts for this (no promises though :( , if I have time and if I do think of anything more. Sadly, there’s no smut (yet I’m still deciding), and I’m not really specialized in that field so I didn’t want to risk it and write something awkward (lol). I hope you enjoy this version of our very loved man, Gojo Satoru.

I plan on making different POVS so sorry if he seems very dry here.. it’s late at night so my brain isn’t completely processing everything. Let me know if there’s any mistakes on the writing!

You grew up in Chicago with a supportive loving family, with an exceptionally close relationship with your dad, the manager of the state’s official baseball team– Chicago Cubs. Because of this, you would always go with him to his job, and it was only normal that you had become infatuated with the sport.

It’s been some few months since you last accompanied your dad to practice due to college; also because baseball season had ended, with the Los Angeles Dodgers winning the World Series again, back-to-back. Since you were back from college for spring break, even though it was for a short amount of time, you decided to spend the time with your family, after all, you needed a a break from the heavy duty from your college professors.

The roster hadn’t changed much these past few years besides trading off some few players that weren’t necessarily impactful on the team. You were outside your dad’s office, waiting for him as he was talking to one of the players on the roster. As you leaned against the wall, the door slowly opened and you looked up from your phone, and Lord… your legs almost gave out at the sight of this good looking, no- good looking wouldn’t even begin to describe this man’s hotness, he was absolutely smoking hot. His white spiky hair, and those royal sapphire colored eyes bored down onto you— you couldn’t help but gently bite your lip. “Are ya gonna keep staring?” he grinned cockily. You pushed yourself off the wall “my bad, is Daniel busy?” you tried to regain your composure. He shakes his head. Before he could say anything, your dad calls “is that you y/n? You can come in sweetheart!”. The hot babe in front of you looks down at you, still with that cocky grin but this time, his eyebrows were raised “You’re Daniel’s daughter?” You nod before scooting inside, trying to ignore the throbbing sensation between your legs. You walk over to your dad’s desk and lean in to give him a big hug as he yells for the cocky guy that made your knees weak to close the door. “Is he new to the roster?”, you asked as you sat down on the chair in front of your dad’s desk– he simply nodded and commented “he’s a great pitcher, he has a 2.7 ERA, I was lucky to even get him on the team.” your eyes widened from surprise.

You watched from the dugout as the roster practiced for Spring Training; baseball season was starting soon. Your eyes, unsurprisingly landed on the tall guy with white hair from earlier, where he was practicing his pitching, throwing an average of 97-99 mph. You were on the bench, scrolling through your phone, before feeling someone sit beside you, and God.. you were never really a religious person, but you had prayed to whatever God was there to give you courage to not get on his lap and straight out fuck him right here, right now, like how could someone be this fucking hot?! He looks down at you, once again with a cocky grin only this time he was covered in sweat that only made him sexier. “The name’s Gojo, Gojo Satoru” you turned off your phone before you spoke out “I’m y/n, I’m aware.. my dad told me you had a 2.7 ERA, that’s pretty impressive”. He grins, his pearly whites showing even more “thanks baby, I like the compliment” he wipes the sweat from his forehead with a cloth that he got from his duffel bag; you can’t help but stare at his forearms with his veins popping out. “You stare a lot, ya know that? You subtly bite your lip “welp, guilty as charged, can’t help it though, you know?” You shrugged and smirked as he eyed you up and down.

It had been two days since that interaction, and you’ve been thinking about it for an embarrassing amount of times, but I mean like, who wouldn’t? He was tall, well over 6’0, big arms, toned chest that would show through the shirt he wore during practice, and of course his cocky grin that both loved and hated. You decided to go for some drinks with your childhood best friend, Shoko, by a nearby sports bar downtown since you hadn’t catched up with her for a while. You wore a brown silky halter top and a short white skirt that barely managed to cover your ass. “Have you seen the new roster?” I asked as I sipped on the Corona, Shoko shook her head, “well there’s this new pitcher.. I don’t know if you’ve heard of him, but his name is Gojo?”. Shoko’s eyes widened as she swallowed the sip of the Corona she took, you raised your eyebrow “do you know

“Fuck, my bad..” you look up and see that face that makes you throb. He wraps an arm around your waist, his other hand on your hip to hold you steady– it takes you every nerve in your body to not drag this man into the bathroom and straight up jump on him like an animal in heat, because never and I mean never in your 23 years of life have ever had a man make you this horny before. He doesn’t move his hand, instead his grip tightens. “Hey there”, you slowly moved away from his grip, even though you didn’t want to, instead, you wished those hands of his would touch everywhere else “oh it’s you.. hey”, you stand up straight. Gojo fully turns around to face you, he was in a plain white tee and a pair of jeans, it was the most basic outfit you had ever seen but you didn’t think someone could look so good in something so basic; especially with his muscles seeping out- “eyes up here baby” his hands in someway manage to rest on your hip again.