#black cat!reader

gojo : busy?  7:03pm

the reply came five minutes later, a grueling and irritating five minutes. 

trouble : yes. ppl are incompetent.  7:08pm

despite it all, his lips tipped up in appreciation, mind whirring with thoughts of the little pout that probably painted your pretty features, narrowed eyes and a huff. fuck, he missed you. 

gojo : that guy still giving you trouble?  7:08pm

satoru sighed gently, moving to sit properly, elbows rested on his knees as he watched the little dots appear.

trouble : he’s giving me an aneurysm.  7:10pm

satoru chuckled gently, smirking as he typed a response. 

gojo : you know what helps with aneurysms? good dick  7:10pm

your reply came instantly this time and he was more than amused. 

trouble : hmm. ill let u know if i find some then.  7:11pm

satoru smirked, heart clenching as he longed to have this stupid conversation in person. 

gojo : now don’t make me offer myself up like a whore sugar tits  7:11pm

the reply came instantly again, expected with the nickname he threw in that you despised more than anything.

trouble : right. pass. have to study now bye  7:11pm

and just like that, the light he felt momentarily passed with a small huff from him.

he was absolutely done for. 

he’d always heard people bitch about how the person you’re with shouldn’t be the sole source of your happiness, that they should be an addition. well, that simply couldn’t be true, right? 

because it seems as if, these days, satoru’s entire energy is dependent on you. 

across the room, geto glanced up from his place rotting on the couch, “what’s up? someone finally tell you santa isn’t real?” 

satoru rolled his eyes, tossing his phone on the couch beside him with a grunt, “shut up.” 

geto hummed, amused, “trouble in paradise? 

“we’re not in paradise.” 

geto hummed, “is that why you’ve been all antsy the past few days?” 

satoru glanced at his friend, annoyance flickering in his chest. had he made it that obvious? how infatuated was he that even his friends could tell he was restless without you? 

maybe it was the high he was missing, yes. 

he missed being inside you, buried in your warmth. he missed spilling inside of you and feeling that sweet semblance of relief and ecstasy.

most of all, he missed watching you come apart for him, as well. it was the few moments you were completely vulnerable with him. sex always rendered you soft and needy and fuck, he missed that part of you like a drug.

four fucking days. 

he wasn’t needy or clingy. if anything, he was always the one who suddenly disappeared on girls, deciding only with himself when he was finally bored. 

but with you? the silence felt wrong. 

later that night, he found himself staring at your text thread again. 

he typed something then deleted. and again. 

fuck, he felt restless, unreasonably so. 

it wasn’t like you owed him your time but still. 

four days felt like a lot when he was used to you showing up in his room unannounced, immediately being the object of his affections. 

his phone buzzed again and he jumped. 

except it wasn’t you, just another useless notification. 

he was absolutely pathetic. 

maybe he just liked the routine, the sureness. 

he liked knowing you’d show up eventually, standing against his doorframe with that same pretty and unreadable expression on your face, a dry comment on the tip of your tongue that always made his chest ache for you. 

maybe he just liked- 

his phone buzzed again and thai time, he didn’t pretend he wasn’t waiting for it. for you.

he checked instantly and found nothing. 

just a stupid notification. 

satoru sighed gently. 

four days was excessive. 

✺

with his demanding training regimen, satoru couldn’t indulge his sweet tooth as often as he’d liked. 

but once a week, he’d allow himself to get the most obnoxious, calorie dense and sugary drink he could find. 

so that’s where he found himself on a tuesday morning, walking into the cafe that smelled like roast beans and burnt sugar. soft music hummed under quiet conversations and the steady clack of keyboards.

you’d like this place, he concluded. 

it was calm and warm, annoyingly productive. 

as he stepped forward to order, ignoring the batting lashes and googly eyes of the barista taking his order, a small crash sounded from the side, making his head tilt to see that someone had dropped their glass.

but behind that-

“sorry, what was that?” the barista softly questioned, having not caught satoru’s words initially because she was too busy watching him. 

but satoru was long gone by now, mind far away and pre-occupied with something of much deeper importance to him than his weekly treat. 

he spotted you instantly, of course he did. 

you were tucked into the corner by the window, laptop open and wired headphones dangling in the space between. one foot hooked around the leg of the chair, something you did when you were studying for extended periods of time. your hair was falling loose from your little updo, doe eyes flicking across whatever you were reading. 

satoru felt something in his chest loosen but tighten simultaneously at the sight of you, annoyingly so. 

satoru was quick to resist the urge to leave his place in line and walk towards you like he you’d summoned him, quickly turning back to the barista and rattling off his diabetes-inducing order.

he was quick to add, “and uh, one of those banana breads with the chocolate.” 

the barista nodded with a soft smirk, eyes still assessing him like a greek god had entered the establishment.

with a quick thanks, without even letting her get a word in as he quickly taping his card, he was walking away, towards you. you, who had him going insane the last few days because of your mere absence.

you were so engrossed in whatever you were reading, you didn’t notice him approaching until all his 6’5 glory was looming over your space. 

your eyes lifted slowly, blinking once. then you leaned back in your chair a bit, expression unchanged, “you don’t drink coffee.” 

satoru slid into the chair across from you, trying to calm his excruciatingly dramatic heart at the sight of you. you were so pretty and so his. well, somewhat. 

“look at you, knowin’ everything about me, “ he smirked as he leaned back in his seat, “obsessed with me or somethin’?” 

you simply tilted your head, eyes wide and uncharacteristically soft, “what are you doing here?” 

“getting coffee.”

“you don’t drink coffee.”

satoru merely smiled even wider. fuck, he was so happy to see you. 

“trying new things.” 

your eyes narrowed slightly, “you’re getting your double chocolate frappuccino, aren’t you?” 

satoru grinned, “ugh, you are obsessed with me.” 

you merely sighed, pushing your laptop slightly to the side as you gave him your full attention now. 

four days. four days and he felt like a man coming home from war.

“are you coming this weeke-”

“no.” your reply came instantly as satoru groaned at your immediate answer. 

“why do you always do this?” 

“why do you always do this? why do 40% of our conversations consist of you convincing me to come to your stupid parties-”

“they aren’t stupid!” 

you merely shot him a look, sighing gently as you glanced down at your laptop once more. 

satoru leaned forward, going to speak when someone approached the table.

“one frappuccino,” the guy placed the large drink in front of satoru, but the frat president couldn’t help but notice the barista’s eyes were flickering to you, “and one banana bread.”

he placed the banana bread in front of satoru who instantly moved it to you. 

before he could explain that he’d gotten that for you because he knew how much you adored the little treat, the barista was blushing as he placed another matcha in front of you, “you’ve been here for hours, thought i’d get you another one on the house.” 

satoru looked as if someone had spit on his shoe, eyes narrowed and lips curled instantly as he glanced between both of you, watching as your expression softened. 

“oh, thank you, nico.” your voice dropped low, softer than usual and satoru felt like you’d punched him in the ribs. 

“course, let me know if you need anything else.” with his red cheeks and small smile, nico sighed softly before retreating. 

you seemed unfazed, pulling your new drink in closer before glancing up at the white-haired man who immediately made a conscious effort to fix his face. 

“huh.” he commented as you tilted your head. 

“what?” 

“you know him or somethin’?” satoru questioned, watching as you took a sip of your matcha, shrugging gently. 

“i’ve been coming here since sophomore year. he’s also in my neuro class.”

in moments like these, satoru despised your nonchalance more than anything. your voice was neutral, face even more stoic as you merely sipped your drink.

he couldn’t tell if you felt for this guy, if you liked him. 

fuck, he felt ill.

satoru was not the jealous type, not even a little bit. 

even with you, he watched guys look at you a plethora of times, during parties and simply on campus. but he barely cared.

he wasn’t sure if it was because he knew you and knew you wouldn’t give them the time of day or simply because he gets it. 

you were fucking gorgeous, of course guys looked at you. 

at the end of the day, it was his sheets you were tangled up in, so why should he dwell on it? 

but there was something intimate with nico that he despised. 

it didn't help that you’d known the guy longer than you’d known satoru. 

“i got you banana bread. eat it.” satoru pushed the plate forward, watching asyour eyes tilted down to the loaf, eyes instantly brightening up just the slightest bit. 

which was basically a hug and a kiss from you.

“thank you, gojo.” 

you were gonna send him into cardiac arrest with your insistence to call him that. 

nonetheless, he watched you dig into the treat, sighing gently. 

“you have to come this saturday.” 

you rolled your eyes instantly, “have to?” 

“yes. i got you banana bread.”

you eyes narrowed, “that’s not how this works-”

satoru groaned, “please. just come. it’ll get your mind off everything, give you a little break.”

you gestured to your laptop again, “i’m busy.” 

satoru allowed a small stretch of silence, watching as you went back to typing, occasionally sipping your stupid free matcha. 

“come to the party.” the words left satoru quieter, gentler as he watch you through bright lashes. 

his tone made you look up, interest piquing just the slightest bit. 

“why?” 

because i miss being around you, i miss doing everything i can to get you to laugh, i just miss you.

but he didn’t say that,. because if he did, you’d run faster than he could catch up to you. 

he shrugged gently, “i like when you’re there.” 

your gaze held his for a moment longer than usual before sighing softly, “i’ll think about it.”

satoru grinned slowly, knowing that was basically a yes from you. 

he stood up from his chair making you look up once more, “you’re leaving already?” 

and he knew you well enough to know that it wasn’t coming from a place of wanting him to stay, but surprise that he wasn’t opting for pestering you for the next hour.

“i got a party to plan.” 

you tilted your head, “since when do you plan the parties?”

satoru shrugged, “since today. got an important person on the guest list now.”

you rolled your eyes, “go away.” 

satoru grinned, backing up onwards the door, “see you tonight.”

you waved him off dismissively and satoru ignored the clench in his chest that only you could illicit. fucking finally. 

✺

giving saturo a taste of you once more had him practically insatiable.

so much so that the man found himself in the back of your lecture room beside a mildly irritated nanami the very next morning.

satoru gojo, not only willingly attending class, but a lecture for a class he wasn't even in. a class that wasn't even the slightest bit beneficial for his course of study.

alas, he was forced to listen to your professor drone on and on about medical terms he doesn't have the slightest inkling about.

he hadn't seen you, properly seen you, in almost a week. he deserves this!

"you're a nuisance." nanami murmured, glancing down at his notes lazily before looking at the professor once more, satoru turning to shoot him a short glare.

"and why's that, kento? can't a guy develop new interests?"

nanami shot the man the driest look he could muster before facing away from him once more.

satoru wasn't even pretending to listen to the professor, seated like a king, legs manspread and fingers drumming against the armrests as he watched you from his place in the back.

you were seated where you always were, the middle right section, all pretty and focused, fuck, you were everything.

there was an a girl seated beside you and some random guy was to your left, both people completely irrelevant to satoru, because well, how could they be? they were beside you.

you hadn't spotted him yet, no, because if you did, he'd be six feet under by your glare alone, he was sure.

"kento, hey-" satoru whispered, eyes still fixated on you as the blonde turned to the frat president briefly.

"what satoru."

satoru shifted a bit to get a better look at your face, "did she miss a lecture last week? the one on tuesday morning."

nanami's brows furrowed slightly, "i don't know, gojo. not all of us watch her like a hawk, you know." he huffed gently, reluctantly questioning, "why do you ask?"

satoru rolled his eyes just the slightest, "cuz she said her head hurt the night before. i told her to sleep in but i don't know if she did. cuz she said she did but then she seemed all weird that night. i just wan-"

"satoru," nanami shifted to fully glare at his friend, other students turning to glance at the commotion because satoru gojo was anything but subtle, "shut the fuck up."

with a small smirk of defiance, satoru merely raised his hands in mock surrender before turning to face you once more. clearly, he had more important matters at hand.

except when satoru turned to gaze at you this time, you were talking to the boy beside you, all attentive and wide eyed, that unintentional butter wouldn't melt in my mouth expression painting your pretty features. one that drove satoru to madness every single time.

except this time, it damn near sent the frat boy into a frenzy.

satoru sat up abruptly, as if someone poured cold water over his head, brows pinching as he watched the guy tilt his head down to speak directly into your ear and he could've sworn- did his mouth just brush against you?

"nanami," satoru whisper-yelled harshly as the blonde huffed in annoyance, ignoring his friend, "nanami kento, who the fuck is that?"

the man's words left him lowly, harshly, dripping with vexation. for that reason, nanami's interest piqued, offering satoru a glance and quickly figuring out what had the man in a state.

"that's leo. he's her lab partner. extremely intelligent."

like rubbing salt in the wound.

satoru's brows furrowed even further, jaw clenching beneath smooth skin as he watched your lips twitch slightly, not a smile, god forbid.

but close enough. enough to have satoru abruptly stand up in the middle of the lecture, his 6'4 frame, as well as him simply being himself, drawing attention as students turned to glance at his towering stance.

but his eyes were set on one thing, one one person, the only person who could have him in a borderline mental collapse like this.

you still haven't seen him, clearly preoccupied with leo.

satoru was quick to make his way to you, despite nanami's whispered warnings to wait and sit down. the seat behind you was empty, luckily for him.

"you should really pay attention," satoru was seated behind you, now leaning down between you and leo's heads, interrupting your whispered conversations, "know how you get when your notes aren't all perfect."

an agitating noise, is what you would call the distinct cadence of satoru gojo's voice.

with blank eyes and an even less impressed expression, you shifted to glance at the white-haired man seated behind you, face inches away as he leaned down.

and he had the audacity to grin.

not his regular grin, though. you noticed that much. this grin was more strained, less...him.

"gojo." you stated with no intention of asking why he was here. you noticed him sometimes, only the past couple of weeks did he start attending your immunology classes. god knows why. the man was a finance major.

despite the absolute fire in his chest, something about the way you uttered his name soothed him just a bit. just the sound of your voice alone. he was fucked.

he was here going insane over the way you said his name and you were here chatting it up with this nerd.

"you know it, sweetheart." satoru smirked before turning to glance at leo who was now watching the exchange from the corner of his eyes while pretending to listen to the professor, "are you coming over tonight?"

and yes, he was stooping that low. he had to. he couldn't have this leo guy or anyone else, for that matter, wandering around thinking they had a chance with you.

something in his ribs tightened at the mere thought.

you tilted your head at the man, considering him slowly, "you came over here to ask me that?"

your deadpan voice had all the anger and fury in his chest dissipating, he was so easy for you, grinning softly.

"amongst other things."

you hummed lowly once, eyes turning back to the professor for a moment before gazing up at him once more, "okay."

satoru grinned gently, physically reacting as he leaned towards you as if you were pulling an invisible string, "yeah, sweetheart?"

you glared at the name, "stop calling me that."

satoru could see leo physically flinch, shoulders hunching as he sunk into his seat a bit. yes, he put out the flame and now whatever was left of his confidence and hope had retreated.

just as he went to answer, his phone pinged and a glance reminded him that he was supposed to be at practice ten minutes ago.

"ah shit," satoru cursed before turning to you, eyes soft and open, only ever for you, "gotta go, trouble. be good for me."

he leaned down to give your cheek a quick kiss before rushing away, a complete disturbance to the professor and the entirety of the class that were trying to focus.

and he could feel the heat of your glare even from the back and it only caused him to grin wider.

yes, that would show leo.

and satoru didn't have time to rationalize his behavior. he wasn't a jealous person.

✺

greek row was chaos only an hour into the party. 

music bled through the walls like a pulse, bass heavy enough to rattle the floorboards while voices layered over each other in a constant roar. someone had dragged colored lights into the living room, red and purple cutting through the haze of bodies moving too close together. 

and satoru gojo was exactly where he was supposed to be.

at the centre of it all.

laughing too loud, drink in hand and arm slung lazily over the back of the couch while people filtered in and out like orbiting planets.

to everyone else, he looked completely at ease, effortless and light in the way he always was. the life of the party. 

but every few seconds, his bright eyes flicked to the open front door, waiting and watching. 

it was automatic at the point, he didn’t even notice himself doing it.

he told himself it didn’t matter, it didn’t matter if you came or bailed. you said you’d think about it, maybe this time that meant no. you were busy, after all. and it's been a few days since you said you'd think about it, but still. 

his gaze drifted to the door again. nothing. 

“my god,” choso muttered beside him, arms crossed and scowling, “you’re like a puppy waiting for it’s owner.” 

satoru immediately scowled, “shut the fuck up. you’re just pissed i made you cut your addicted ass back.” 

and it was true, he’d made choso start getting high less, threatening to kick him out of the frat. it was an empty threat, but choso didn’t need to know that. 

choso rolled his eyes, “you’ve checked the door fourteen times. i counted.” 

“see? lay off the weed and you can do math.” 

choso scowled once more, “pussy whipped.” 

satoru scoffed, leaning back further into the couch, “watch your mouth.”

“can’t believe our two frat leaders are the ones who can’t think without their dicks getting involved.” 

satoru opened his mouth to defend both him and sukuna when his eyes flicked to the door once more. and just like that, the words died in his mouth. 

you stepped inside like you always did, all unbothered and composed, scanning the room once like you were deciding if you should flee. 

but lately, satoru wondered if the looking around was because you were looking for him. 

you were a fucking dream. 

in your little skirt that tickled your thighs and the tank top that hugged you so deliciously, satoru could swear his mouth watered.

you made his chest tighten the second he saw you. 

choso glanced at satoru, thrown off by the quiet when he noticed his gaze at the door, following before scoffing, “right. and i’m the one that’s addicted and needs to lay off.” 

staoru didn’t answer, he didn’t even move yet. 

he simply watched you as you lingered by the door for a second, adjusting the strap of your tank top before stepping deeper into the house.

people moved around you without touching, you leaning away before anyone’s sweaty skin could brush yours. 

you hadn’t seen him yet. good.

satoru liked watching you before you noticed him, he enjoyed the few seconds where he could just look. 

and just as his heart couldn’t take the anticipation of speaking to you, watching you, feeling you. just as he went to stand up, someone approached you. the guy was tall, light buzzed hair, broad and objectively attractive. 

a guy from another frat, satoru recalled. 

he recognized him vaguely, some business major, harmless overall, but satoru’s blood was already pumping faster than it did a second ago. 

harmless, except he was speaking to you. he approached you and fuck, you haven’t even been here a full two minutes. 

satoru was just irritated, that was all. he wanted you all to himself tonight.

satoru gave you a second, watching as the guy touched your arm once, getting you attention as you turned to hm. 

yes, your face was still expressionless, that was good. 

he’d seen guys approach you before, you usually shut them down with a sharp look, enough to cut glass. except it seemed as if you didn’t mind this man speaking to you. 

so saturo waited across the room, jaw clenched as he grew more and more impatient, feeling his resolve slipping more and more as the minutes passed.

you both kept speaking over the music, well, the guy spoke and grinned more than you but still.

satoru wasn't the jealous type, again. truly, he didn’t care because by tonight, you'll be under him and no one else. 

and you were just being polite, that was all. 

so, satoru used the few moments to assess you lowly. 

fuck, you were so stunning, it was stupid. he thought of everything he’d ached to do with you tonight, of new ways to convince you to stay, of what show you’d wanna watch after he was done with you.

but then, something shifted. 

something truly, inexplicably and extremely offensive to satoru gojo.

you smiled.

not a polite, tight social smile you gave old people. 

not the half-assed tilt of the mouth you gave fuckass leo the other day. 

a real smile, soft and quick, but true nonetheless. 

your eyes crinkled just slightly, nose scrunching up in a way that fundamentally changed him when he’d first seen it. 

satoru’s brain went completely quiet. 

because that smile was his. 

he’d never seen you give it to anyone else but him. not when geto made his best efforts to lure emotion out of you, not even when luna tried.

granted, it was because you kept to yourself most of the time, but still. 

it had taken him weeks to get that smile out of you for the first time, weeks of stupid jokes and restless persistence.

and now you were giving it to some random frat boy that didn’t feel for you the way satoru did. 

choso quipped something out that was inevitably meant to piss him off but satoru didn’t hear a word, ears ringing and already crossing the room, his chest burning and jaw clenched so hard, his molars hurt. 

the crowd parted for him easily, stopping when he was right behind you. 

close enough that the guy looked up at him mid conversation, close enough that you felt the undeniable warmth of the frat president against your back. 

you looked up slightly, “gojo.”

satoru’s gaze travelled over the guy, studying him lowly, “hey, baby.” 

your brows furrowed just a bit as satoru placed a hand on the revealed skin of your hip, pulling you back and against him. 

satoru never called you baby outside the bedroom, he knew you hated the lack of separation. 

satoru’s gaze never left the guy throughout it all, the guy blinking once as his gaze travelled from satoru’s hand to his intimidating gaze. 

“oh, um, are you guys-” 

“no.” you stated immediately.

“yes.” satoru grunted simultaneously. 

the guy looked between the both of you before satoru shot him a deadly smirk, "she's just confused. right, baby?"

you merely glared at the man, jaw clenching just a bit.

the guy chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, “right, uh, okay.” 

your eyes narrowed at satoru behind you, the guy quick to step back.

“anyways, it was good to see you.”

you simply nodded at him, watching as he disappeared into the crowd. 

silence stretched between you and satoru, tense and heavy. 

you stepped forward and away from him, turning to face him fully as satoru allowed his hand to fall from your hip, jaw clenched once more. 

you crossed your arms, “what was that.” 

satoru tilted his head, “you tell me.” 

“excuse me?” 

satoru’s fists clenched by his sides, “i didnt know i was the least funniest person ever.” 

your tilted your head, so frustratingly unbothered, “what?” 

satoru huffed once, “it took me a month to make you even slightly smile at me and some random sigma asshole comes up to you and you just-”

“smile?” 

satoru groaned, “don’t say it like i’m stupid! you don’t smile at anyone-”

“yes, i do-”

“don’t-” satoru grunted once before his eyes travelled over to the sea of people surrounding you both that simply thirsted for any drama involving alpha phi’s president, “c’mere.” 

before you knew it, the man was gripping your wrist and pulling you through the crowd, up the steps and into the quiet sanctity of his room. 

you were already scowling, irritation painting your features as satoru shut the door and turned to you, “we have an agreement.” 

an agreement? what the hell was he saying? 

truthfully, the man was a mess in his mind. he hated seeing the sight of you with another man, let alone offering him the smile you usually reserved for him. 

and now he was spewing bullshit. your agreement didn’t even say he couldn’t sleep with anyone else, let alone for you not to be able to smile at anyone. 

fuck, you were making him crazy. 

and you could see through him instantly, arms crossing as your face remained bored, “when did we agree that i couldn’t react to other people’s words?” 

satoru huffed once, hands travelling into his white locks and tugging gently, “that’s not the point! between that waiter the other day, fuckin' leo and this stupid goddamn comedian of a fratboy-” 

you huffed gently, watching the man tug at his hair harshly, “stop doing that-”

satoru ignored your words, continuing to pace in front of you, “they don’t get you, you know that right? they don’t know you like me, how your mind works, your body-” 

you didn’t particularly like seeing him this worked up. usually, you didn’t pay half a mind to his little meltdowns, he was extremely dramatic. but this was satoru stressed.

after all, you weren’t heartless.

he was frantic and pent-up with god knows what. 

“gojo, what the hell is wrong with-“

“ugh! and that’s the other thing,” satoru took a step closer, jaw clenched with effort, “stop doing that-“

you raised a brow, just the slightest bit, “i told you, you don’t get-“

“do you like any of them?”

the question made your head tilt in confusion, expression offering him nothing as you considered him a bit, “i don’t see why i need to tell you if i did, gojo. you’re acting insane-“

and yes, satoru did feel insane.

his chest was clenched with effort, hands alongside it, absorbing your words and they felt like a gut punch.

“i deserve to know if you do!”

“why?”

“because-“ his voice raised on octave before abruptly stopping himself. what could he even say?

because i want you? because i think about you always and you don’t seem to care? because if you did like anyone else, that would crush me?

“because we’re sleeping together.”

you scoffed just a bit, “yes. that has nothing to do with talking about our emotions.”

and if anything that night caused his chest to collapse, it was that.

of course. this entire dynamic was based on no emotions.

what the hell was he doing?

satoru was supposed to fuck you, not set his claim over you because as you so kindly pointed out, you didn’t belong to him. you didn’t feel for him.

but god, did he feel for you.

“right…” satoru breathed out, jaw clenching with effort, “yeah, right, no emotions.”

your eyes trailed over the expanse of his face, so clearly tense and eyes low as he watched you.

satoru knew you wouldn’t drag this on longer than you had to, keeping it at that.

you didn’t care enough to go back and forth with him, especially with him being so irrational.

he could practically see the gears turning in your head, looking for an out to leave the party and go back home, as you always did.

you always left.

and he was determined to make you stay because he needed it.

so he stepped forward, crashing his lips onto yours, groaning softly as you whimpered at the impact.

if satoru could rely on one thing, it was that you would always melt into him if he was touching you.

physical, it was just physical.

“gojo-“ you whimpered against him, almost in protest before the man bit your lip gently, leaning down to pull you up by your thighs.

“shh, baby, just let me-“

and let him, you did.

half an hour and three orgasms later, satoru gojo was breathing heavily, face dug into your neck as he tried to breathe properly.

“still with me, baby?” satoru voiced against your damp skin, perceptive as you softly turned your head.

“mhmm…” 

satoru sighed gently, his large hand traced your spine gently as he sat over the edge of the bed, “wanna shower?” 

please stay, stay, stay.

you looked up at him, stretching a bit with a lazy nod.

satoru grinned gently, leaning down to press a kiss onto the plush of your lips, lazy as his tongue dragged onto the swell once before pulling back. he tapped the swell of your ass twice before walking over to his en-suite.

he loved how uncharacteristically gentle you were after, fucked out and so entirely his. 

and when you joined him a few minutes later, gently slapping his wandering hands away when he tried to have you once more , he tried not to think of your soft voice crying out that you were his. 

and how he longed for you to say that in an entirely more sentimental context.

you left the shower before him and as always, by the time he exited the bathroom, you were gone. again.

✺

art by the most talented @/thatsallitchief

AN | this was such a long time coming ahhhhh i love jealous gojo! i last minute removed the smut cuz tbh im just not comfortable w that rn so this'll have to do ! :)

enjoy this one guys cuz im starting exams soon and i have to lock in until may 🫡🫡

edit - guys i was half asleep when i posted this ans removed the smut so the ending was kinda weird and so not them. so just changed that lol!

You glower at him. 

“Do you want to sit down? You look tired.” 

“Rude,” you mutter, though you’re sure he’s right. You’re running almost entirely on phlegm and will at this point, and coming to truly understand the meaning of weary bones. 

“Not rude,” James argues, using a hand on your back to guide you into your own kitchen. “I didn’t say you don’t still look beautiful. Who decided it was a bad thing to look tired, anyway? You’re the prettiest sleepy girl I’ve ever seen.”

He picks you up under your thighs to set you on the counter. Ordinarily, you pretend not to enjoy his manhandling, but you’re too exhausted to now. You think you might be staring. 

James is thankfully too busy to catch you, unloading cans and jars from his tote bag. “Are you cold? I know I’m being selfish having you in here with me rather than in your bed. We can get you a blanket or something if that would make you more comfy.” 

“James” —your breath hitches, but you manage to stave the sneeze off with a harsh rub of your nose— “you’re going to get sick if you d—don’t—” 

The sneeze wins. James winces, and you watch through watery eyes as he digs a box of tissues out of his bag. 

“Ouch,” he says, holding it out to you. “That sounded like it hurt.” 

It did. You take a tissue, blowing your nose into it. 

You try again once your voice is clearer. “You should go.” 

James doesn’t look even a little bit offended. Your boyfriend is a sweetheart to his core, a gentle giant. You’ll ask James to rough you up, and he’ll spank you twice and then make heart-shaped pancakes the next morning so you know he didn’t mean it. Now, he only steps closer and kisses your nose. 

“What would you have me do?” he asks. “Leave you here to die of common cold? This soup is a family recipe, I can’t very well just drop the ingredients in your lap and expect you to capture the magic on your own.” He lays a kiss under your eye. “I won’t get sick, lovely.” 

“You definitely will, if you keep kissing me.” 

“Some things are worth the risk.” 

“You’re an idiot.” 

James grins. “You’re so charmed right now. Don’t even try to deny it.” 

Your reply is a dull stare. 

“You’re blushing.” 

“I’m not.” 

“Sure about that?” He sets his knuckles to your cheeks. “You’re warm.” 

“I have a fever, idiot.”

“Oh.” His voice turns to a coo so genuinely doting the tingle in your cheeks becomes undeniable. “You do, don’t you?” He moves his hand upward, laying the backs of his fingers over your forehead. “How long has that been around?” 

It’s difficult to avoid feeling sorry for yourself when James looks so sweetly concerned. “Since this morning,” you admit. 

“Poor angel,” he says, completely heartfelt, not an ounce of teasing to be found. No sooner does he move his hand than his lips take its place. “We’ll get you straightened out, don’t worry,” he murmurs against your forehead. “My mum’s soup cures all ails.”

Your heart is a traitorous, gelatinous thing. “You’re really making soup?” 

“Mhm.” James’ lips leave your forehead with a soft parting sound. He takes a pot from your cabinet. 

“From scratch?” 

“If you’d prefer the packet mix, I can do that instead,” he sends you a look over his shoulder as he flicks on the stove, “but I will judge you.” 

You press your lips together, but the corners wrestle their way upwards anyway. 

“Woah, careful.” James doubles back, taking hold of your chin to kiss one corner. “I’ll start to think the fever’s gotten to you and whisk you to A&E if you keep that up.” He’s grinning hugely. “You can say thank you anytime, you know.” 

“Thank you,” you say sincerely, though not without a bit of resentment at being told what to do. 

“Daryl, it wasn't that serious. Everythin' is fine.”

“Everythin' is fine? You nearly knocked yourself out, back there. What would've happened if I wasn't there?”

“I would've been fine.”

“Bullshit. Are you that fuckin' stupid?”

His words were harsh, and it felt like you'd been stabbed in the gut. Daryl had never spoken to you like this before. He'd never treated you like you were stupid. You were so hurt that you couldn't even respond. With your mouth slightly agape, you stood there before speaking up again.

“What did you just say?”

“I- fuck, sweetheart. That was uncalled for, I'm sorry. Just give me a bit to calm down.”

Ashamed of his actions and afraid to see the pained look in your eyes, Daryl left without waiting for your response. He turned and stormed off in the other direction. His fists were clenched to the point that his knuckles were white. There weren't words to describe how disappointed he was in himself. Why had he let his fear cause him to act like a complete jackass?

You watched him walk away and blinked back angry tears. Daryl usually avoided talking about his feelings, so this kind of response wasn't unexpected. That didn't change the hurt that had settled in your chest. The only thing you could do now was to let yourself feel and give him space.

A few hours had passed when Daryl returned to the Alexandrian home to find you laying in your shared bed. Obviously, things were still tense and both of you stubbornly held onto your irritation. He couldn't stay away, though. You may have been completely reckless on the run, but you were still his girl.

Instead of breaking the silence, he sat down and started unlacing his boots. He set the dirty shoes on the floor and stripped down to his boxers. Daryl finally forced himself to meet your gaze, and his heart ached when he saw the slight puffiness of your eyes. Fuck, he'd made you cry earlier.

Unable to avoid the situation, Daryl's body sagged with fatigue, and he laid beside you. He suppressed the urge to reach out and rested his ever-so-slightly shaking hands on his own stomach. The idea of you being angry with him or being hurt by his harsh words made him nauseous. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke gruffly.

“I'm sorry, sweetheart. You ain't deserve to be treated that way. Ain't sure what got into me.”

You took a shaky breath and shifted in the sheets. Even though you were pissed, you could hear the genuine remorse in Daryl's voice. You'd had enough time to process the argument to understand that he was just worried about you. Unfortunately, communicating his emotions was never your partner's strong suit. You hummed in agreement before responding.

“You're right. It was unwarranted, but I know that you were just scared.”

“Scared? I ain't scared.”

Hearing your huff of disbelief, Daryl groaned and relented. You'd hit the nail on the head, but it was killing him to admit that. He'd been raised to believe that fear was a sign of weakness.

“Fine. I was a little worried 'bout you. You're my girl, sweetheart.”

“I know, my love. I'm sorry that I didn't listen and went against Rick's orders. Guess I got a bit cocky.”

Your own admission was like pulling teeth, but you owed him your honesty. If Daryl could voice his feelings (to an extent), you could, too. He smiled a little at your reluctant tone and nodded.

“You were definitely cocky, sweet girl. I get it, though. I still shouldn't have reacted the way that I did.”

“I know, baby. I didn't mean to scare you. You were really upset.”

“I shouldn't have yelled at you like that, though. That's on me. Can I make it up to you?”

As Daryl spoke, he moved closer to you and gently stroked your side. His hands were much steadier than earlier. He saw your slight nod and started kissing down the side of your neck. He was determined to make things right.

Your body relaxed under his touch and you sighed softly. Moments like this with Daryl always felt like coming home. His facial hair brushed against your skin that familiar way and a small moan caught in your throat. It was impossible to stay angry with your partner when he was being so tender.

He could tell that you were wanting more, but he wanted to take his time. Daryl's hands wandered the expanse of your body, and one of his large palms groped at your right breast through your shirt. The clothing suddenly felt stifling and he pulled back.

“Can I take your clothes off, sweetheart? I wanna feel your skin on mine. Please.”

Daryl's voice was strained, and you could feel his hand length inside of his boxers. He felt as if he was going to die if he wasn't inside of you. He took a shaky breath and awaited your response.

“Please take them off, baby.”

Upon being given permission, Daryl peeled your shirt off straightaway and stripped your underwear. You'd stopped wearing bras since the outbreak, so that wasn't a concern. He wasted no time before taking your right breast in his mouth. Your body shuddered at the feeling, and you muttered a curse beneath your breath.

“Holy shit. Keep doin' that, baby.”

Daryl hummed in response and kept mouthing at your chest. His tongue swirled your nipple and your back arched off of the bed a bit. He hooked his arm around your waist and held you in place. Pulling away from your chest, he began kissing up your neck and toward your jaw. You needed more.

“Daryl, I- I need more.”

“I've got you, baby. Just let me take care of you. Where do you want me?”

“Inside me. I need your dick inside of me.”

“Okay, just relax for me.”

He reached down and stroked the entrance of your cunt. Daryl was teasing you and trying to you prepped before moving further. He felt how wet you were and smirked a little. Smug motherfucker.

“Is this all for me?”

“No, it's for my other lover. Fuck off.”

You smiled the entire time you teased him, and it made Daryl roll his eyes. He knew he could be cocky sometimes, but you never failed to counter him. Shaking his head a little, he kissed you harder and slipped a thick finger into your pussy. You moaned against his mouth.

He slid his finger in and out of you before abruptly pulling it out. You felt the emptiness instantly, and whined. God, he was torturing you. You weren't above begging, though.

“Daryl, please. Don't stop.”

“Relax, sweet girl. I can't fit both my fingers and my dick in you. Had to make some space.”

Daryl gently nudged your knees apart and settled between your legs. He freed his hard cock from his jeans and let it rest against your stomach. The heavy weight was comfortable, and it only served to make the ache inside of you grow. You needed him.

“Please. I-I need it, baby.”

“Easy, sweetheart. I got you.”

He leaned forward and slid one hand beneath your head while using the other to guide his length inside of you. Daryl didn't dare to look away from you as he finally bottomed out. The slight pinch of your brows melted away, and your expression became one of pleasure. He could never get enough of watching you like this.

You let your body stretch and adjust as he settled inside of you. A low grunt escaped Daryl as he made sure you were properly filled. He kissed the side of your neck again and left a small dark mark. You were desperate for him to move, and you whimpered. He responded by laughing softly against your skin.

“You want me to move, huh? I've got you, sweetheart.”

Since the whole point of this endeavor was to apologize for his previous behavior, Daryl wasn't about to play games with you. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before thrusting in and out of you. Falling into an easy rhythm, he let out a low moan and a string of praises.

“Fuck. You're so tight, baby. It's like you were made for me.”

You were overcome with pleasure to answer him, so you just whined instead. Daryl got the message. He used the hand by your head to softly caress your hair.

“You ain't gotta talk, darlin'. You're takin' me so well.”

Daryl continued moving and never took his eyes off your face. Damn, you were beautiful. There were some mornings where your partner would pinch himself to make sure this wasn't just some elaborate dream. It was an honor to be with you like this, and he knew it.

“Can't believe I'm so lucky. I mean, look at you.”

He tipped your chin downwards and angled your face, so that you could see where you two were conjoined. You watched the way his thick shaft was rocking into you. The two of you were moaning in tandem, and you could tell that you were close.

“You close, sweetheart? I can feel you squeezin' 'round me. Let go, pretty girl.”

Unable to hold back any longer, the orgasm hit you hard, and you quickly fell into oblivion. Daryl continued thrusting into you until he reached his own peak. He cried out your name when he finished and let his body collapse onto yours.

Your chest moved rapidly while you fought for breath, and your face was flushed. You looked absolutely wrecked, and it flooded Daryl with pride. He laughed breathlessly and moved a damp piece of hair from your face.

“How's that for an apology?”

“Fuck off, Dixon.”

Despite your words, you had a dazed smile on your face and your eyes were hazy. Daryl had won you over and he knew it. Thankfully for you, he was too tired to torment you further.

Taglist: @imadisneyprincessiswear @josephisblog @t-folklore13 @madyb17 @storiesofthev01d @aphroangelis @dixondisease @angelwings-crossbowstrings @idkwthgoitmww @smuttfuelled @glennseyeball @tvduxveil @death-in-a-tar0t-card @spookysturnz @nichemint @asparagus-antics @xanaxiii @hail-yourselves @viviandarkbloom11

THE TEAM (platonic)

Lots and lots of flirting from reader, OBVIOUSLY. do y’all even KNOW Black Cat????? it would be relentless. and no matter how annoying and probably overwhelming it got, you wouldn’t back down

with even the toughest/hardest to crack team members

it’s not even like you’re attempting to lure them in…or get romantically involved (unless…), it’s just how you are. who can blame you! flirting is fun

you started off as just another “villain of the day.” Someone they could take on easily. They thought of you as a pity mission. An bad guy as small as a simple thief? What fun was that?! They’ve taken down Gods, magicians, robots…and Red Tornado assigned them a thief??? It was a joke.

until it wasn’t. until Batman saw potential in you (because of course he did. Robin was not happy about this.)

You earned the nickname Cat, which was a nickname in itself for Kitty Cat (Wally's idea, not yours, you gave him hell for it)

your first mission with them was definitely something. messy, to say the least

it was weird, the whole mind link thing. you made jokez and flirted through the link as a way of coping because…well you felt out of place

everyone was so close with each other, not to mention they didn’t come from a background of “bad guy shenanigans”

you felt like an outcast for the longest time, until everyone was revealing vulnerable secrets with each other before a mission. you finally spoke your insecurities with your place on the team

you and Artemis had the same worries (more or less) and bonded over that

you finally were able to let loose and just…be yourself around them

you became soft

the flirting and teasing was still there, however it was saved for missions

you preferred to keep Black Cat’s reputation

individual relationships

ROBIN (romantic)

He was very much against the idea of you being on the team. Sure you weren’t a crazy villain that hurt people (maybe not physically…but you were definitely a heartbreaker, Robin concludes)

You were still a thief at the end of the day. A bad person. And he didn’t like that.

It was Batman’s idea—and usually Batman had great ideas. This was a very bad one. He hated every bit of it.

…until he got to know you better

Taking you down was easy. “Easiest job I’ve ever had,” Robin boasts.

You pout, “that’s not very nice.”

Ha. He knocked you down a peg. Good. You needed a little humbling-

“-How come you’re lying to me, Robin? I thought we had something.”

Uh oh. He absolutely hated when you used that sickeningly sweet voice on him.

Of course you didn’t believe his lie. Of course you could tell how difficult that mission really was.

It’s not apart of his proudest moments. He hesitated to stop you on the mission, completely caught off guard by your flirtatious behavior. I mean, who wouldn’t be?!

In a moment of weakness, he let you go. Awestruck by the kiss you left imprinted on his cheek. Something he got teased relentlessly for.

The rest of the team finished the job for him after that.

In the back of his mind he knows the only reason he didn’t like the idea of you being on the team was because he…knew it wouldn’t end well for him. He was sure to be on your long list of broken hearts (a list that was never confirmed to even exist)

It made sense in his mind…he was Robin. A bird. And you were a cat. A right recipe for disaster. You’d trap him in your greedy little claws and eat him alive.

Over time that perspective changed.

Robin hates to admit it, but he’s softer now. Softer around you. For you.

“I know who you are,” he says with that arrogant smirk.

“So why can’t I know who you are?”

“Only…really important and trustworthy people know. The only person who knows besides Batman is Wally. He’s my best friend.”

“Why doesn’t that include me?” you’re practically purring, rubbing a finger down his face, “am I not important enough to you?” You pout for show

He looks dejected, like he was having an internal battle with himself. And you could tell which part of him was losing.

Your fingers inch slowly towards his mask, ready to lift-

“Robin.” And the stupid, stupid monotone voice that belonged to Batman interrupted you.

You’ll get him back for that.

Robin was now being scolded, but he was having none of it.

“It was a moment of weakness.”

“It will not happen again. No more moments of weakness. You’re growing, your body is going through a lot of different things. Keep it in your pants-”

“Whoa old man! Whoa! That’s going too far. And what about Selina?! You’ve had many moments of weakness because of her. You can’t scold me for this one time.”

“It’s because of my experience with Catwoman that I know better. I’m trying to stop you from…getting hurt.”

Robin calls bullshit on that. What could you possibly do to hurt him? (Thoughts that completely contradict his first impressions of you)

The next time he sees you he’ll spill everything. He’ll let you know that he does trust you and that you do matter. That you’re important to him.

Just to spite Bruce. And maybe because he really likes you and wants you to know it.

It was his idea to bring you onto the team anyways…he’s just giving Bruce exactly what he wanted. A warm welcome to a new teammate.

WALLY (romantic)

Wally was so happy someone FINALLY reciprocated his advances. And especially with a catch like you? Black Cat?! He was over the moon.

At first.

It quickly came to be too much. He's been waiting, praying for someone to match his energy, but now that he's got it? He's not exactly sure how to handle it. He's gotten so used to being blown off, teased, and scolded for his flirting that it was weird when you flirted back.

He was of course the first to tease you when you officially joined the team. He gave your your nickname, Kitty Cat. You despised the name and him for the longest time.

Wally was annoying. Taunting you at all times. Calling to you as if you were an actual cat.

He'd click his tongue, "here kitty kitty."

And for that, your flirting was meaner towards him (compared to how you treated everyone else). Which is the exact reason why he couldn't handle the teasing from you. It wasn't the normal way Robin would, "oh yeah, Wally can't phase the way Flash does. Otherwise he gets a nosebleed. Right, loser?" Or the way Artemis would, "ugh, you flirt like a divorced 40 year old who's desperate for a rebound. Loser."

No, your teasing was quite different. You laughed cruelly, throwing your head back for show, "Come get it before it's gone, loser."

So. He was still a loser to you, but it seemed you actually liked that about him. Maybe.

Wally didn't like it as much as he thought he would. It ruined his cool guy facade (one that didn't exist, Robin would say). It was humbling, the way he suddenly tumbled over his words, face flushed red and all.

More than humbling. It was embarrassing.

You bring him down to the mat with a loud THUD. Much like the time Black Canary beat him during their first time training. Except you used your weight, tumbling on him (and straddling him in the process. Great).

Embarrassing embarrassing embarrassing.

The only person that was able to truly catch him was his best friend, Robin. And that's with years of experience with the speedster. You'd know him all of a few months and you're able to do it?!

"It won't happen again,” referring to his teasing of your name, naming you Kitty Cat and clicking his tongue at you.

“Or I’ll have to teach you a lesson. Much different from this one.” And you casually walk away.

Wally desperately wanted to get up, to humble you back. But he couldn't. He felt physically incapable of doing so.

You had really done it. You slowed down the (second) fastest man alive.

Wow.

"Wow. That was extremely painful to watch," of course Robin had something to say about it.

"Shut up man."

KALDUR (romantic)

It was "unprofessional," he said.

Unprofessional your ass. It was perfectly professional. A lot of people on the teams had partners within those same teams. Black Canary and Green Arrow, Superman and Wonder Woman (exes—but that still counts for something), Conner and M’gann acted like a couple and no one said anything! So what was the problem?

Well apparently there wasn’t a problem…seeing as this “relationship” was more welcomed—as in, Kaldur didn’t tell the Black Cat off when they made advances towards him. Besides when he called their behavior “unprofessional.” That was once. He didn’t say a word of it after that.

In fact, he allowed—dare anyone say encouraged it.

On missions you were attached to his hip. Even if he assigned you to be by Artemis’ side or assist Robin, you wouldn’t listen. And he didn’t say anything about it, instead informing the team to continue on with the plan.

His professional act as the team leader never faltered, not even you could break it down. He merely tolerated your flirting (his words, though you knew better. He loved it).

The team was each in their individual positions scoping out the area, ready to attack at a moments notice. Kaldur was squatted down and you decided it was the perfect opportunity to pounce on him (as you usually did). You wrapped your arms around his neck, now on his back.

“Does the team leader have time for some sweet talk?”

“I, we have a job to do, Cat. Focus.”

You hum, “What are we doing here again?”

He starts relaying the plan to you, you taking note of the way he doesn’t scold you (he repeated the plan to the team multiple times on the way over, he surely would’ve berated one of the other guys for not listening). You never had any intentions of listening, only wanting a chance to annoy him.

“Blah blah blah, is this your version of sweet talk?” You squish his face between your fingers and plant a kiss on his cheek.

He only sighs, “Later. After the mission is complete.”

For once, your find yourself surprised. He’s promising to reciprocate your advances?

This should be fun.

CONNER (romantic)

M'gann was more subtle with her flirting (not really, especially with the way she blushes), more timid and on the nose about her feelings. You? You got straight to the point. Kind of like how open Artemis was when she first joined the team. She had no shame letting the team know telepathically how attractive she thought Superboy was. Seriously, what was it with new recruits and taking an immediate liking to Conner? Why not the other three boys? What did he have that they didn't!

Although Artemis gave up on that crush at first sight almost immediately

You? Not so much. it was very noticeable that the Black Cat was adamant on cracking the boy of steel. it seemed like an impossible mission, but with a little determination and a couple sultry words? it was pretty damn easy

This is very much an enemies to lovers type relationship (kinda):

At the beginning, when you first met, he was open to new relationships. Getting to know people he could count on within the team, though that openness completely died down. Your flirting was nonstop. Even on missions! How was he supposed to concentrate on the task at hand when you found time to graze his arm or speak soft words to him?

You annoyed him, sosososo much it wasn't even funny. Even more than M'gann did. Both of you were insistent, that's for sure. But one was more bold than the other. He tried telling himself it was because he didn't like you: at least with M'gann he wanted a relationship to come from it (not necessarily romantic)

But with you...he hated you. No. He hated the way he reacted to your advances...he hated admitting to himself that your words affected him. That he felt something not so platonic for you. Damn you and your stupid flirting. It was surely going to be the death of him. And that's saying something: the clone of the man of steel actually breaking down? unheard of.

But you managed to do it. Unfortunately.

Conner finds himself thinking about you, more than he'd like. Another reason to dislike you. You take up his mind. Every waking moment and every dream. It's infuriating.

And now he was starting to worry about you during missions. He saw you get knocked down, away from the rest of the team. The fall looked nasty, and with the way you seem to lie there with no intention of getting back up, he's sure you've been knocked out

Conner tries to ignore the way his heart clenches at the sight, kind of like the way it does when concerning you in different context

It gives him the courage to voice his worries, he calls out to you, and as expected: he gets no response

The enemy leans down to your level, ready to do more damage. Conner is quickly snapped out of his daze and starts running over to you

Until he abruptly stops. Because you open your eyes to wink at him, jump up, and take the enemy down with ease.

It's right then that he takes back every thought of admitting he doesn't hate you. Because the stupid smirk you're sending his way reminds him of every reason why he dislikes you.

Everyone is home or in their respective rooms already, leaving you and him. You're behind him, massaging his shoulders gently (your touch wouldn't have persisted if he showed any signs of discomfort, he leaned into it in fact, allowing you to continue)

You bring your head down, cheek to his,

"Oh come on. You can lie to everyone and yourself. But you can't lie to me. I know you were worried back there. Just admit it, Loverboy."

He can only roll his eyes. And blushed. You were never going to live this down.

"I wasn't. Now leave me alone." If only his actions were as convincing as his stern words. Words that would've scared off the likes of M'gann had she been in your position. But you knew better, knew that his shaking hands and quickly warming face meant that his words had no meaning.

Your hand dragged from his shoulder to his chest, right over his heart. Yeah, his words were meaningless with the way his heart was beating for you.

Conner was finally warming up to you and you had him right where you wanted him.

And so you let go. "Whatever you say, Loverboy," and with a kiss to his pink cheek, you leave him alone to ponder his complicated feelings.

Feelings that were in fact not complicated at all. Because Conner was finally, finally ready to admit to himself and to you that he wanted you. So badly.

If only you hadn't pulled away so quickly, he couldn't reciprocated the kiss or two...it would've been an easier, showing you how he feels instead of saying it out loud.

He'll kiss you next time.

M’GANN (romantic)

The Martian can't hide her liking towards you for the life of her. She could’ve even if she tried.

It was near painful, you pitied her. You almost felt bad and stopped teasing her. Almost.

It was fun though, how could you stop?

M’gann would actively seek out your approval and attention when you joined the team. It was only natural, she did it with the rest of the members, so you were no exception.

Besides, the only teammate she was kind of close with was Artemis. Was it sooo wrong of her to want to get close to you?!

Nope! Though she does wish you weren’t so…forward sometimes. Not that it’s unwelcomed, she’s just unsure of how to act because of it. Is she supposed to reciprocate? M’gann has never seen nor experienced such a dynamic on Mars, much less on Earth. So she awkwardly blushes and smiles.

Eventually she gets used to it. And gets very much into it. She won’t vocalize her feelings, instead she’ll mind link and talk that way. Often times it’s easier to communicate through touch. Which says a lot, M’gann would rather use touch?? Not the mind link?? Which was the main source of communication on Mars? Whoa.

It was mainly because…she didn’t want to reveal all her feelings to you. She’s usually able to control what goes through the mind link, having done it since childhood, but you’ve made her mind a complete mess. She all but short circuits when you’re around.

Can anyone blame her?

"You know what I'm thinking?"

"No."

"Well you can read me, can't you Martian girl?"

She giggles at herself, how could she forget? "Hello Megan!"

Her smile turns timid once she reads your mind.

"Oh."

ARTEMIS (romantic)

It was honestly unfair how fast the blonde caught your attention. Her voice. Her stupid raspy voice.

Unfortunately for you, Artemis wasn’t exactly buddy-buddy with you at first. Well, she wasn’t really with any of her teammates. But with time she’s learned to get along with everyone.

“I just wanna get to know you, Blondie. What’s wrong with that?” You asked in the sweetest voice you could muster up, one that usually made everyone fall.

Yet she rolls her eyes.

So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Fine.

It was right after a mission, everyone was surrounding Red Tornado, relaying the events to your mentor.

“You know we could’ve took that guy down way faster had you not been on Robin the whole time.”

“Jealous Blondie?

“Stop calling me Blondie!”

You had sleepovers, movie nights, and other hang out outside of missions. With or without the rest of the team. They were fun, the first time you were alone with her is what really got her to warm up to you.

“Ugh! Of course literally everyone else canceled but Cat.” She really seemed to hate you.

You were outside her window, watching as Artemis complained to no one but herself. She once offhandedly commented on how her place was off limits for hangouts (refusing to explain why, which was okay with the team).

You were definitely crossing a boundary doing this, but she seemed upset in the group chat. You couldn’t just leave her by herself.

And then…the Sportsmaster walks in her room. One of the team’s enigmas. A thorn in their side. What the hell?

He does nothing but berate her for not “joining them.” Joining who? Then proceeds to say he’d be happier if she ever thinks to change her mind

“I’m never going to be apart of your messed up team, dad.”

Oh.

And then he’s just…gone.

You’re stunned, and only then does she finally notice you. She ushers you into her room, now berating you for your actions and spying and breaking her boundaries and…

“Your secret is safe with me, babe.” It was meant to be a term of endearment to reassure her,

Friends called each other babe, right?

“Babe?”

“You’d rather be called Blondie?”

She rolls her eyes, “whatever.” And as annoyed as she wanted to seem, she smiled and hugged you gratefully.

It was the only time you allowed yourself to be any kind of vulnerable around her. Or any of the team for that matter.

Once she got over her high horse, it was a very reluctant friendship turned…something more? That’s to be determined. But with the way she now flirts back? You’d say that was a good sign.

“Hey Blondie.”

“You calling me Blondie is the equivalent of Wally calling you Kitty Cat. Maybe I’ll have to teach you a lesson this time around.”

“I like the way you think, babe.” (You say not so platonically this time)

ROY (romantic)

You were on him as soon as he rejoined the team. How could you not be? He was even grumpier than Conner was when he joined, making him extra fun to mess with.

You had no chill when flirting with him, he decided immediately that was annoyed with you. And did not want to be friends.

Because his actual friends brought him joy, they made him laugh and they listened to him when he had bad days. You? You made a bad first impression, therefore he refused give you the chance to do any of those things.

Often telling you to buzz off and if you didn’t he’d “choke you with a hair ball.” Kinky, you replied.

He hated it.

Until you found out about his girl, his other Cat. Cheshire. That’s when things changed. You were less…on him.

"Me and her were never a thing!"

"Getting defensive there. Afraid I'll get jealous?"

"I could care less about your feelings."

“Oh really? Is that right?”

His eye twitched. He couldn’t believe he was trying to…reassure you? Was that what he was doing?

He was trying to make sure you knew he wasn’t with Cheshire. That her feelings were one sided. It’s something he shouldn’t be doing, he tells himself. In fact, he should be doing the opposite. Tell you that she means something to him, or maybe stay quiet and insinuate that they had something going on.

To get you off his back.

You seemed to back off completely when you found out Cheshire flirted with him often on missions when the goal was to take her down. Much like how the team’s predicament when they first met you.

It made you…upset?

And for some reason that made him upset.

“So you’re my Roy Toy? Mine completely?” Wally and Robin had originally griped about the nickname until it eventually made them laugh. They came to appreciate it.

“I’m no one’s. Not yours, not Cheshire’s, not the Justice League’s nor the team’s.”

“You will be mine one day, Speedy. And you’ll love it.”

Roy doesn’t respond but he feels like…there is some truth to your playful statement.

Maybe one day.

bonus:

THE TEAM

They all slowly turn towards you.

"...you've kissed all of us?"

You only shrug, “wasn’t that obvious?”

you can tell I got lazy lmaooo

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

masterlist | request something | join my taglist