#yearning men

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