Baseball player Gojo x Reader
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.
You don’t know how, but you’re suddenly pinned against a brick wall in the corner of the bar, this man was merely a few inches away from crashing his lips onto yours and having the possibly best makeout session you’d ever experience, but, before any of that could happen, you blurt out “I don’t think I can do this..”. He looks at you with a sad, disappointed face, “what? Why?” you gently bite your lip, “I don’t really do.. Playboys..” you look up at him, your lashes full and long, his grip on your hip and waist tighten “you’ve already heard about me huh..” “please baby”, he pressed his forehead against yours and whined softly, begging you without saying anything else. You want to give in, SO badly, and honestly, you almost do, but you know better than to give in to temptation; the last thing you want to deal with right now is a heartbreak, especially one from a man like Gojo, with a man like him, it’d be hard to recover. You gently cover his lips with your hand and give it a small peck before pulling away.
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