Hard To Get

Comfort Zone

Your shocked by how extravagant Gojo's pent house was. It was something you have only ever seen in the movies. "Do you want to know how many mouths you could feed from your mortgage alone?" You laugh and he playfully pushes you. "You always make me feel like an evil villain!" He shouts as he holds out his hand to give you a proper tour. You don't make it very far before your in his bed ripping off clothes.

"Sooo how do you feel about cookouts?" You ask while cuddled against his chest. He softly plays with your hair, low music plays in the background. "I don't know that I have ever really been to one. The guys will grill out but it's always just us." He answers and you sigh. He doesn't realize what he is missing out on. "I got invited to one. I'd love for you to go with me but I will present you with a warning." You say ominously and he chuckles. "Ok..." "marcel's mom invited me. Cause parents love me! I still have a great relationship with her. If you go you will be interrogated to the fullest extent. But if you don't take it seriously I know you will have a great time." You say and you feel him pause. After a while he turns to you, "I would be honored." He finally says and you feel a stupid wide grin form on your face. "I'm going to buy you an outfit this time. I have a feeling yours would be a bit to flashy." You giggle and he joins you a low chuckle vibrates in his chest.

That week you stayed at Gojo's  and he showered you with over the top dinners made by a personal chef, unreleased movies, and deep conversations. Your heart felt fuller than it had ever felt. At some point you found time to Uber out to Target. You purchase a simple white t shirt and basketball shorts and a set of yoga pants and a tank top for yourself. It felt strange buying an outfit for someone else. You feel like a love sick teenager as you check out and head back.

When you return he greets you with a kiss. "I missed you!" He whines and you shake your head at him. "Try this on." You hand him the bag and he looks at you. "Aww you really bought me an outfit?! Your so fucking cute!" He hugs you tightly and you grumble but can't help but smile. "The cook out is tomorrow so try it on!!" You shout as he sets you down. You restrain yourself from jumping on him when he unbuttons and removes his top. He throws on the shirt and shorts, they hang a little baggy but that was the idea. "Perfect!" You say clasping your hands together. "A bit big?" He questions gesturing how the shorts dip at his waist. You internally groan at the image as you make your way to him. Your hands caress his lower stomach. "Perfect." You say low and he quickly picks you up moaning into your lips.

You are trying your best not to laugh at Gojo who is a ball of nervous energy. You had never seen him like this before. He always had an air of confidence and owned every room he walked into. But currently pulling into the park his grip on the steering wheel was deathly tight. "Your cute when you out if your comfort zone." You tease him and you seen him relax a bit. "Won't Marcel show up since it is his families cookout?" He asked remembering the last time you were all in a room together. "He hated coming to family functions I always had to drag him out. But If he does he will have a date and he is to proud to do anything stupid. Plus his mom would kick his ass." You say as you get out of the car.

You reach a large group of familair faces and they shout out to you. Marcel's mom opens her arms and gives you the warmest hug. "You look wonderful y/n. Your glowing!" She smiles up at you and then takes a glance at an awkwardly silent Gojo. "You wouldn't have something to do with that would you young man?" She says turning to him. His eyes grow wide and he stutters nervously. Your insides literally melt at his bashful state. She laughs and gives him a big hug and he smiles.

You had to save him multiple times from being dragged into a card game. "You have no chance winning. She will clean you out." You whisper pointing towards Marcel's sweet grandmother who winks at you both. He eventually falls back into his natural extroverted self and gets lost in conversations. Marcel's cousin kept getting him to take shots and you laugh uncontrollably.

"Yo!! We are about to play a game. We need your height!" A group of Marcel's cousins at some point in the day approach Gojo who turns to you confused. "Go! Just keep the ball from going in your rim." You say pushing him as they dragged him to the court.

You sit amongst the wives and girlfriends as they spectate. One of the woman you had grown to become good friends with plops down beside you. "Okay!" She laughs glancing in Gojo's direction. He was definitely using his height as an advantage, intimidating his opponent aggressively. You smirk and find yourself chatting while the game continues.

At the end Gojo slowly makes his way over sweat pouring down his face. You hand him a water bottle as he says, "those shots were not a good idea." You laugh as he stretches his arms above his head. He lifts the t shirt and wipes the beads of sweat from his forehead exposing his toned abs. You swear you hear the women behind you swoon, you don't blame them.

As the sun starts to dip into the horizon the family turns up the music. You are both dragged out onto the dance floor forced to Cupid's shuffle. Out of breath you begin to go sit back down when a slow song plays, "Nope I was dragged out so you have to stay and slow dance with me." You groan in protest, you could move to a fast beat easily but always struggled once the beat slowed down. He grips your waist and you awkwardly sway with him. "You got to give me a control y/n." He smiles down at you and you sigh. You relax into his embrace letting him lead. "That so hard?" He asks. "Yes!!" You shout and he grins.

You fall into a rhythm and rest your head on his shoulder. You feel him release a breath and whisper, "Thank you." You pull your head up and look at him. "For what?" He kisses your forehead, "forcing me out of my comfort zone. And showing me how much fun I can have outside of my glass tower." You look at him at a loss for words. You all just stare at each other both overwhelmed with emotions. When the song comes to an end he pulls you back to whisper, "I'm going to make love to you so hard when we get back." You laugh and respond, "I don't think I can wait until we get back to your place though." He quickly drags you off the dance floor and tells everyone goodbye.