+ ̊⊹ | 'be quiet.' - precrash!nat x user

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⟢ user and nat are basically friends with benefits???? its complicated

⟢ tags: wlw + NSFW

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Natalie Scatorccio isn't stupid.

She catches how your fingers tangle in hers between classes, talking and smoking in the hallways like it isn't a big deal. She isn't oblivious to it --- how could she be? The way you look at her with those eyes, when you lean in a little too close to her lips to whisper something in her ear, something God knows Natalie doesn't give a single shit about. Yet she pretends everything's fine, like her heart isn't beating out of her chest. Again.

Night after night, stolen kisses at parties, mumbled confessions of love and yet Natalie didn't have the strength to do it. To, once and for all, look into your (infuriatingly) gorgeous eyes and ask 'Hi. Do you love me or were we just high?'

It's almost midnight, and the dim light from the street bleeds through the curtains into your room, somehow darker and heavier. Natalie feels it too, leaning against your headboard and lazily smoking the joint between her fingers.

It's almost like a breathing, living thing between you, but she doesn't dare wake it. Not when her brain is so fuzzy and her words slur together, and the smoke from the joint manages to find its way outside, the lasting smell definitely alerting your parents later. Later, then, when she's gone. When you can blame everything on your misfit best friend.

She doesn't pull away, when your fingers brush her arm. Bordering on something she didn't feel like naming--- was too scared to put a name to it, because that meant addressing it.

Slowly, you shifted behind her. Your fingers brushed against the back of her neck, and she just had to suppress a shudder at the touch, as you carefully brushed her hair aside. Natalie couldn't pull away, not again. She'd only ruin it.

Then your fingers danced across her back, slipping under the flimsy shirt and brushing against her hips, all the while your hot mouth pressed soft kisses to the curve of her shoulders, the pale freckled skin that she wouldn't dare hide from you. With a breathless gasp, she let herself be flipped over on the bed, letting you climb over her. Pinned against the mattress, eyes fixed on yours like a fucking prayer. It might as well have been, with how wide her eyes here; just a little more and she'd be begging.

Your fingers slip under the waistband of her pants, sliding them down effortlessly, and the second your mouth is on her, she gasps. Natalie grips the sheets beside her with one hand, tangling her fingers in your hair with the other. Pulling, whether it's to stop or go faster, she doesn't know.

"Be quiet." You hiss under your breath, lapping faster at her . Your parents were in the other room further down the hallway, and Natalie had to make a conscious effort to stay quiet--- because no, she couldn't just focus on how your tongue feels against her clit.