#pre crash nat scatorccio

[wingedhallows]

i NEED more cheerleader!r x nat 🌝🌝

they r so cute

“𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐆”

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 nat scatorccio x cheerleader!reader

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 none

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 u ask & i shall deliver (also, posting from my phone is a pain in the ass)

♡︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡︎

The locker room smells like sweat and liniment, voices bouncing off tile and metal as cleats clatter and jerseys are pulled overhead. Natalie’s half-dressed, tugging at the laces of her boots when Mari tosses a towel at her head.

“Yo, Nat. You coming out hot or half-dead today?”

She flips Mari off without looking up. “Don’t worry about me. Worry about not whiffing another pass.”

Van’s laughing from across the row when the locker door swings open.

And you step in.

Just like that—Queen Bee in her cheer skirt and game day hoodie, ponytail high and lip gloss catching the light. The entire room dips into a stunned silence. The cheer captain never steps in here. Especially not before a game.

“Hey,” you smile, not bothering to glance at the rest of the girls, eyes locked right on Nat.

She stiffens. “Uh—hey?”

“I just wanted to wish you luck.”

Natalie clears her throat, hoping to god no one notices how she’s fumbling with her shin guards now. “Yeah, cool. Thanks. You could’ve just… texted.”

You tilt your head, all teasing warmth, stepping a little closer. “I could’ve.”

Before she can backpedal or stammer her way out of it, you lean in and press a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth���gentle, easy, practiced.

The room explodes.

“WHAT. THE ACTUAL. HELL.” Van screeches.

Taissa’s jaw drops, a full second before she laughs, loud and stunned. “You’re kidding me. You’re kidding me.”

Mari looks between the two of you like she’s just had a religious awakening. “Are you guys—Is this real?!”

You just flash them a wink and head back toward the door. “Kick their asses, babe.”

The door clicks shut behind you.

And Nat is bright red.

“Don’t,” she mutters, already hiding her face in her locker.

“You kissed her,” Van wheezes. “You’ve been hooking up with the cheer captain. For how long? Weeks? Months?”

“Since homecoming,” Natalie mumbles, still not facing them.

Shauna slaps a hand over her mouth, wide-eyed. “You dog.”

Van launches a towel at her. “You dirty little secret-keeping punk.”

“Can we not?” Nat groans. “Can we just… put our cleats on and go?”

But even as she ducks her head, she can’t stop the grin curling at the corner of her lips.

[sorrypants]

wdym u have a bunch of team dresch tickets, natalie..

[csint3rlude]

SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ NAT SCATORCCIO

summary: dating rockstar!nat

authors note: OHHHH NAT HOW I NEED YOU. guys i genuinely need yellowjackets reqs so bad if u read this it’s a cry of desperation. also this is still circa 1996 but in an au where they never got on the plane. also reader is fem el oh el!! this is short sorry i’ll write a rockstar nat blurb later

word count: 0.4k || masterlist

rockstar!nat, who would have a really quick makeout sesh with you before a show because she swears it makes her perform better.

rockstar!nat, who 100% writes songs about you. instead of the usual hard rock, they take a more soft/folk vibe, describing how you really are in her eyes opposite to the usual vulgarness of what her band plays.

rockstar!nat, whose bandmates love you. they think you’re so sweet and nice and they love having you around. over time you’re more well known to them as “nat’s girl” than by your actual name.

rockstar!nat, who has you backstage at every show. she likes being able to just turn her head and see you. she’ll always turn to look at you after every song so she can see you.

rockstar!nat, who would wanna teach you how to play her guitar. she’ll have you sitting between her legs with your back to her chest and she’ll guide her hands over yours, showing you different chords.

rockstar!nat, who would get you a place in the band if you asked her. it could quite literally consist of shaking a tambourine and she’d still make sure you have your own place.

rockstar!nat, who probably has the press really confused on what you two are. she’s seen with you outside and during shows, she’ll give that little smile before talking about you in interviews, even thirty years later people are still trying to prove you two were together.

rockstar!nat, who would outwardly admit to the press and paparazzi you’re her girlfriend if it wasn’t so fun to mess with the media.

rockstar!nat, who confuses the media just as much if you’re in the band. she’ll give you these looks while performing and always sit next to you in interviews. she called you babe in an interview one time and it drove everyone insane.

rockstar!nat, who comes to find you the literal moment she’s off stage. she would run up to you and pick you up and twirl you around before she sets you down and you guys wander off somewhere else.

rockstar!nat, who would wanna take you on tour with her. obviously she understands that you might not be able to come with her for your own reasons, but she’d be so happy if you did. you and her would get your own place on the tour bus.

rockstar!nat, who would run song/album ideas by you before actually going through with them. she likes to have your opinion before she makes a potential mistake regarding the band.

[confusedmothboy]

not to be demanding but I need to keep wife fed pls get on vannat train and make some art PLEASSE I BEG I WILL MAKE SO MANY TRAVIS EDITS

@tortureddelilah (hope i got the tag right) heres ur food

[soul-wanderer]

hold on, wait a second, when Lottie tells Nat "what home do you have to go back to?", how does she know? Or moreso: how much does she know? I assume that while Nat's personality pretty much speaks for itself and she might not exactly be extremely secretive about her home life, she probably also didn't share the nitty gritty details with anyone? And what do the others think how her dad died? Do they even know? And again, how does Lottie know? Maybe there's something I don't remember, but this small but significant question alludes to the fact that Lottie might know more about Nat's private/home life than others and it does beg the question how that came to be, doesn't it?

[heartsforfolklore]

Elizabeth “Liz” Taylor x Natalie “Nat” Scatorccio moodboard

I WANT TO WRITE A FIC ABOUT THIS SO BAD. OLIVIA COOKE IS MY FANCAST. IDK IF I WANT TO WRITE CANON COMPLIANCE OR PRE-CRASH/NO-CRASH AUGHHHH

[sohngy]

ahhh yellowjackets youre such a banger it hurts honestly id do anything just to see more of the teen timeline even pre crash its sooo interesting to me. like you got endless ship versions and everyone eats it up because the chemistry is just sooo there. and even friendship vise i literally care about all of them every single one!!! just make me watch an hour of mari and akilah interacting and i would eat it up!!! the girls having a talk after practice? more partying? GODDDDD it pains me that its all so complex yet so unexplored

[campymonkey]

Lottie Matthews Headcanons: favorite music pre-crash

Spice Girls. I can totally imagine her introducing it to all her friends before it even becoming that popular - because she's rich and her dad bought her a CD from London - choreographed it and made the team dance along

Fleetwood Mac. Thinks rumours is one of the best albums of all time and is fascinated by the band's dynamic

Favorite album is Hounds of Love - Kate Bush. True witch and lovergirl album

Glory Box is one of her favorite songs and the one she always dances to in her room

Dumb - Nirvana is another favorite song of hers because she feels like an outsiderrrr ;///

In addition to that: Creep - Radiohead. Obviously

She says Pablo Honey is her favorite album out of the 2 Radiohead had released at that point. Nat teased her calling her a poser and always says The Bends is infinitely better. But if Lottie had to be honest, she mostly listened to Creep on repeat

Also really likes Wuthering Heights - Kate Bush and learned the weird choreography by watching it on TV and does it in her room all the time with a big flowy dress

Lies in her bed and listens to I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got by Sinnéad O'Connor

Post - Björk is the album she always resorts to when she wants to feel powerful as fuck. LOVES Army of Me.

[zottts]

hey beautiful amazing spectacular goddess, idk if you're gonna do this bUTT can you maybe write some yellowjackets headcanons.. lowkey about anyone and anything - but like.. lowk nat and jackie TEHEHEHE

HII

also yes omg i love yellowjackets

PRE CRASH HC!!

for jackie her parents were THOSE types of parents, they brought snacks, water, all decked out.

they also had great parties at their house like yk regina georges mom?? thats her mom. buys the alcohol, weed. whatever.

jackie favorites fairy tail was the princess and the pea, and she had princess like night gowns to sleep in as a kid. her parents also gave her one of the "better rooms" in the house after she begged and begged

went to summer camp and would say to shauna "oh don't worry about paying my mom can pay for you!!" shauna always said no.

jackie really didn't like beer. she would drink it but she would rather have something else. not really a fruity drink but something that just tastes good

jackie was a try hard in girl scouts, she get shauna to help her sell cookies going door to door

jackie lied about being happy with jeff and excused his actions saying he was nice enough, and thats why they got back together and broke up so much.

jackie likes those floral shirts with the lace on the top

jackie is a passenger princess, and always will be

jackie went to hoco with shauna up until she got with jeff

jackie likes flavored lipglosses

natalie stole cigs from the corner store at 14

natalie gets cheap cigarettes but likes those flavored ones

natalie likes thunder storms, and listening to music away from her house and alone. she would be away for hours too

even though nat thinks misty is odd she does stand up for her and will get physical if she sees people bothering her at school

natalie doodles, she has a book just filled to the brim with sketches of animals and people

nat doesn't get into a serious relationship like ever she really only ever kissed one guy but because of her "reputation" people think she's like this whore

both jackie and natalie had "girl talk" conversations, it was her was of including natalie. and natalie offered to do jackies hair before

same with jackie offering to do nats makeup at a sleepover over

THESE TWO DRUNK KISSED AT A SLEEPOVER BEFORE!!!

anywayysss im done i hope you like these!!

[mike-wachowski]

today im thinking about nat being sober for the majority of her time in the wilderness and even as we see in the spring when they have access to berry wine and mushrooms still choosing not to drink or get high. and then leaving the wilderness and immediately turning back to drugs and alcohol. did she start getting high again to get as far away from all memories of the wilderness as she could? because everything she wanted to forget in the wilderness she remembered and felt with full clarity because she was sober the whole time ? and even then, just the feeling of being sober becoming its own reminder of everything she experienced?

[hiddenharknesss]

could you do jackienat headcannons???

IM JOYOUS!!!

JackieNat pre relationship headcannons

Jackie hates going to Nats trailer she feels like shes too 'proper' for it and Nat hates going to Jackies house because she sees how 'perfect' her life is compared to hers but Nat puts up with it because in the end, Jackies bed is more comfortable.

the crash was about 1-2 years after they stopped hooking up and before the crash Nat had started going out with boys and Jackie tried her heart was never in it and the feeling she got from it was never the same.

She was jealous of how Nat could easily be attracted to boys and move on so quickly without having to try hard for it.

Pre-relationship/situationship

One night at the end of junior year, they went to a party and they all got way too drunk and misty (she wasnt invited, she just showed up) had the bright idea to play spin the bottle.

Because Misty was the one suggesting it, the lot of them were reluctant but decided it was more fun than watching jeff and randy play fight each other.

Jackie and Shauna sat next to each other, Tai and Lottie on their right, opposite those two were Natalie and Van.

Mysterious Quigley being mysterious quigley span the bottle first, it landed on some poor fucker who immediately declined so misty forcefully handed the bottle to Nat and said something like "You do it, you're pretty, They dont want to kiss me cause' ill never be pretty." cus shes manipulative (i love her) and stormed off.

So Nat shrugged it off, being HIGH of her tits didn't understand a single word misty said and just spun the bottle.

Of course, it landed straight (haha) onto the queen bee, Jackie Taylor.

at this point, they knew each other but they didn't really talk, Nat just thought that Jackie, Lottie and Tai were all rich, popular, and daddys money all over.

Once Jackie realised the bottle landed on her, she looked around at the circle, especially at shauna, then she shrugged thinking "this will be hot for the guys."

Once she came back to reality, she got up onto her knees, making a show of it, hands gliding up her thighs, slightly lifting her skirt to tease them, but deep down she knew who she was doing it for.

at the other side of the circle, nat gazes along the outline of jackies body, taking her time when she reaches the bottom of her skirt, admiring what shes showing off, a smirk appearing on her face as she watched jackie crawl over to her.

Nat straightened her posture in anticipation of whats about to happen.

Jackie hovers above her, her hands moving to nats knees, eyes wide with excitement, but she'll never admit that to herself or anyone else.

Nat tilts her head to face jackie, her eyes following a second after.

Jackie looks around at the room one last time, before announcing "Are you boys ready for a show?" mostly looking at Jeff, avoiding shaunas (jealous?) glare.

Nat noticed the smallest hints of awkwardness and nervousness in jackies expression, her eyes lock onto her lips without realising, "You don't have to do this, you know?" she speaks in that low husky voice and the slightest new jersey accent that slips through making jackies heart skip a beat.

"I know you're only doing it for some of the boys' attention." her eyes finally meeting Jackies.

"Can we just do this?" she half whines, half whispers, "I wanna get it over with."

Nat shrugs and her eyes dart down to Jackies lips again as she instinctively leans in.

Jackie leans down further, planting a small peck on her lips, separating for a second before nat speaks "Do it properly." before pulling her back in by the shoulder, they kiss again, the words bouncing around in jackies skull, taking it as a challenge.

her hand moves from Nats right knee up to the side of her neck, deepening the kiss.

And thats how Jackie found out she wasn't straight.

A few weeks after the party nat laid in bed awake for countless nights thinking about the kiss, it was different from the others it, was a lot more romantic and comfortable.

One night after staying awake, tossing and turning, she snuck out and walked to Jackie's house, climbing up to her window, looking through.

she saw Jackie in bed, in her fancy ass fluffy covers and questioned wether or not she should wake her up, but her temptation got the better of her and she knocked on her window anyway.

obviously, this woke Jackie up, she rushed to her window in winnie the poo pyjamas (it was a set with a tiny t-shit and even tinier shorts to match)

Nat couldn't help the smile as jackie opened the window rightfully confused.

without a word nat climbed through the window, her boots making a loud thud on the floor, "what are you doing here!" Jackie whisper yells, trying to keep from waking her parents up.

nat didn't reply, she only gave a pleading look in her eyes, craving that same feeling, that same look, that same taste.

Jackie looks at Nat, knowing what she wants.

she sits down on her ridiculously fluffy bed, patting the space next to her, encouraging Nat to sit.

Nat sits down, gazing into jackies eyes.

"We don't have to make it a thing." nat rasps out, trying her best to keep her breathing steady.

Jackie lets out a sigh of relief, "Do you promise?" she responds, her voice something close to desperate.

Nat nods, her pinky moving to interlink with Jackies, trying not to scare her off.

Jackie, being a super silly goober, pulls nat on top off her, kissing her like she did that night.

Thank you @wowzerrshipman for wording out my vague gesturing lol

[wingedhallows]

laura lee's sister x nat ?????

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

ᯓ★ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 pre crash! nat scatorccio x laura lee's sister!reader / 0.5k words ᯓ★ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 suggestive ᯓ★ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 this was such fun to write!! thank u for requesting

♡︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡︎

The sun hangs low over the field, casting everything in syrupy gold. Sweat clings to your back, your cleats are caked in dirt, and your legs ache in that satisfying, almost-earned way.

Practice is done, the girls are scattering, and the world feels lazy and loud — laughter bouncing off chain-link fences, water bottles being chugged like holy grails.

You tug your hair loose from its ponytail as you make your way across the grass, jersey sticking to your skin. You're already rolling your eyes before she even spots you — because there Laura Lee is, standing by the bleachers, all bright-eyed and glowing like someone cracked a stained-glass window and poured it into her.

She clutches her little Bible like it’s a limited-edition accessory and not the reason you haven’t made a single morally sound decision in years.

She waves. “Hey! That was such a good practice. Did you feel that energy at the end? That was totally God moving through us.”

You snort as you keep walking. “More like Coach nearly bursting a blood vessel.”

“But seriously,” she insists, jogging to catch up. “You can pretend all you want, but I know He’s got a plan for you. I can feel it.”

You hum, noncommittal, already locking eyes with Nat across the parking lot. She’s leaning against the fence like a teenage cliché — cigarette dangling from her lips, black eyeliner smudged in a way that makes you want to ruin her even more.

One boot on the bottom rail, hoodie zipped halfway, cocky smirk ready and waiting.

Your mouth curls as you toss a look back at Laura.

“Yeah, well… don’t wait up,” you say, loud enough for her and the departing team to hear. “I’m about to go commit six of the seven deadly sins in Nat’s backseat.”

Laura Lee audibly gasps like you just backhanded a priest.

“Y/N!” she squeaks, scandalized. “You can’t just—! That’s so—”

“What, biblically incorrect?” you grin, breezing past her.

Nat’s laughing by the time you reach her, shaking her head like she can’t believe you exist but she’s real glad you do.

She stubs out the cigarette and yanks you in by your collar, eyes glittering.

“You’re seriously gonna send your sister into cardiac arrest one day.”

“I consider it character building,” you murmur, sliding your fingers under the hem of her hoodie.

She leans in, lips brushing your ear. “You’re such a bad influence.”

“God’s favorite, baby,” you whisper, smiling as Laura’s horrified voice calls out behind you.

And Nat — well, Nat just kisses you like you hung the moon for her.

[onthwayhome]

something about rewatching s1 of yellowjackets, and catching glimpses and little moments of lottie and nat just seemingly always being near and like orbiting each other...

and then thinking about that one interview where sophie said that the bath scene is how they would’ve interacted pre crash... i just think we don’t really know the full extent of their realtionship and closeness. like the writers could really dive in on that, if they wanted to, and make lottienat canon, even though for me they already are

[understrangeforbiddenskies]

Anymore yj headcanons?

omg for sure !! im in a bit of a slump so this will push me to actually write (pre-crash headcanons)

[27spoons]

The First | Natalie Scatorccio

pairing: natalie scatorccio/fem!reader

request: Sex with nat for the first time? maybe r is a virgin or they both are, either way I think nat would be really sweet and comforting esp if r is nervous. Oh and maybe some aftercarr, like a bit of cuddling or smthn. Can either be post crash or pre, anything is good. (🤺)

wc: 1790

warnings: porn/what plot, fluffy smut (afab!reader)

a/n: reader is a virgin, nat has only been with dudes so she still has no idea what to do, pre-crash

"So." Nat grins at you as she walks into your bedroom (wearing your shirt and her shorts, like usual) and closes the door behind her. "Your parents are…" She hums with a mischievous look on her face as she approaches you on the bed, the novel you were reading discarded in favour of something much more entertaining. "Away for the weekend…"

"They are, yes." You look up at her with a dumb grin when she moves to stand at the foot of your bed, "Which means we can smoke weed indoors!" You laugh to yourself at the comment, but the way Nat shakes her head at you says she has something else in mind.

"We could do that—and we will—but…" She giggles and hurries herself onto the bed and into your lap, and you don't need her to say anything else. You wrap your arms around her and immediately kiss her, laughing into her lips as her hands find your shoulders. 

When Nat breaks the kiss, her grin is just as wide as before. "I was thinking we could do something better."

You grin back at her, "Yeah? What's that?"

Nat pulls back slightly to remove her shirt, revealing her red bra and pale skin, but you don't get time to marvel at the sight before her lips are back on yours, and she's pushing herself against your chest, rocking her hips.

You make a sound of surprise into her mouth at the sudden eagerness to apparently get naked, but it's hardly a protest.

The girl in your lap sees it as one, however. "This… is this okay?" She asks quietly, pulling back to get a read on your face. "I just thought—"

"No! No! Wait, no." You shake your head immediately, hands finding their way to her hips, "It's more than okay! Okay? I'm just… surprised." A disbelieving, nervous laugh bubbles out of your throat, "I'm just…" The nervous smile falls, "Little nervous."

Nat gently places her hand on your neck, green eyes meeting yours with a soft understanding. "We can go slow, yeah?" She whispers, thumb brushing against your cheekbone. "Your pace."

"My—my pace?" Another nervous laugh, "I don't… I don't know what my pace is. I've never…"

She rolls her eyes fondly, "I know you've never, dumbass." She leans down to kiss you slowly, hips moving against yours again. 

This time, the kiss is less rushed and more tender. You can feel the way she pours her affection for you into the kiss in the way her tongue takes its time to explore your mouth, the way she curls her arms around you in an effort to be as close as humanly possible, the way she wants.

It's not long before your shirt is being discarded along with her shorts, but she watches you hesitate for a moment to remove your own pants. 

"Hey." Nat says softly, "It's okay, okay? We don't—"

You shake your head again, fingers a little shaky as you finally discard your sweatpants, "No, no. I want this." You look back at her and smile shyly, "Want you."

Nat bites her lip and grins at your form, looking far too excited. She takes a shaky breath in, then immediately climbs back in your lap and returns to kissing.

She slowly lays you down on the bed without breaking the kiss, her lips warm and wet against yours, hands roaming and mapping any bare skin she can find eagerly.

When she finally pulls back, her smile is just as wide as it was earlier and no less genuine. "Honestly?" Nat chuckles, hands resting on your shoulder. "I also have no idea what I'm doing. I may know how to kiss you, but I've got no idea how to actually do anything else. We can learn together, yeah?" One of her hands moves to push some hair out of your eyes gently, "And it's just me. I've literally seen you throw up behind a dumpster after you drank too much at a party and then immediately proceed to bawl your eyes out. Not like you gotta pretend or anything."

Her words and eyes are as soft as her smile has become, and you believe her. You swallow down that nervousness and nod, leaning up to capture her lips with yours again.

Your breath hitches when Nat trails one of her hands down between the two of you, and she pulls back momentarily, to which you immediately nod; then her lips are back on yours, and her fingers slide underneath the waistband of your underwear.

Nat's fingers are slightly hesitant as they slide through your slick folds, a quiet sound leaving her lips at the feeling of it. Her fingertips are probably a little colder than they should be, but that just makes the experience better, no? A little bit of… sensory play? You think that's what they call it. Either way, it has you arching into her touch and sliding your arms around her neck, keeping her mouth close to yours as her fingers continue to collect your wetness and tease the area. 

When her lips move to your neck, you take in deep, shaky breaths. Nervous? Yes. Excited? Yes. "Oh." You exhale, "Fuck, that, uh, feels good."

The laugh that leaves Nat is low and warm, and she pulls back slightly to speak, "I've barely even started." A short kiss to your jaw, "But I can." And with another kiss to your jaw, her fingers move to circle your clit, and you sharply exhale the second contact is made. 

"Oh."

"Oh?" Nat parrots, fingers slowly starting to find pace and rhythm. "I take it that's a good 'oh'?"

You groan in annoyance and pull her head back up to meet your lips again, kissing her to shut her up.

It's a very effective method, you find. 

You aren't quite sure how long her fingers focus on your clit, but for someone who has never been with another girl before, she sure as hell knows every single button to push. One of her fingers presses into you, and she swallows the sound that leaves your mouth, then pulls back just enough to speak. "Yeah?" She breathes out, to which you nod rapidly, and she adds another finger after a few moments, "Yeah."

Her fingers take their time initially, but once she feels you relax and get comfortable, they start to pick up speed and crook themselves inside of you. Nat's confidence grows with every quirk of her fingers, and you don't even fully register when her hips begin to move against your thigh, chasing her own pleasure. 

With shaky hands, you slide your fingers against the damp patch growing in her underwear, the fabric beginning to slide against your skin like something akin to silk.

"Fuck, yeah." Nat breathes out, hips pressing against your fingers with every rock of her hips against your thigh. With that encouragement, you push your hand under the waistband and find her clit (with a little bit of struggle, which she doesn't comment on, but instead thinks you're better than the guys she's been with at doing that), and she starts moving her body with feverish urgency. 

Your other hand grasps the bedsheets, hips rocking against her hand in time with the movement of her fingers inside of you. "Fuck, yes, Nat." You feel yourself clench rhythmically around her fingers, orgasm growing closer with every undulation.

"Y-yeah?" She lets out a breathless laugh as your fingers start frantically rubbing at her clit in an effort to get her there as quickly as you seem to be. "You feel good, for the record." Nat sits up straight and moves her free hand to rest on your stomach to aid the gyration of her hips. "Like… really good." Her eyes fall shut as her head falls back, and you feel yourself start to fall apart just watching her look like she's in sheer bliss.

Nat hisses when she feels your fingers clench down around her, and she stops the movement of her hips against you in order to apply her full focus to push you over that edge and—

Damn, you do. 

Your back arches up off the bed, your hand that was clenching bedsheets shooting out to grab at her wrist, nails biting the skin. "Fuck!" Your breath catches as your head comes off the bed before slamming back down, waves of the orgasm crashing over you in slow shivers. 

The second yours is done, Nat's fingers are out of you and gripping the thigh she isn't sitting on, riding with a renewed passion as breathless whimpers fall from her lips.

Not one to leave your girl hanging, you quickly start working your fingers against her clit again, sitting up slightly and tensing your thigh.

Nat shoots out the hand that was on your stomach to your shoulder and pulls your face into hers, kissing you with almost exclusively her tongue. It's wet and sloppy, and the way her movements are becoming less and less precise shows you she's getting closer with rapidity.

When she comes, her orgasm is just as harsh as yours was, crashing over her with a moan she muffles with her lips against yours, followed by subsequent whimpers as you continue to move your fingers against her.

It's not until Nat pulls your hand back from her sex that you realise she's probably sensitive from the orgasm, and you mutter out an apology for continuing, but she shakes her head and lets out a tired laugh into your mouth.

"No, baby. I'm not upset. Just need some time to get my shit back together after that." She moves off of your thigh, shivering slightly at the loss against her throbbing clit and lays down beside you. "Come on, lay down. We're gonna cuddle like losers."

You roll your eyes but comply, dramatically falling back against the mattress with a groan. "What will I do? Being forced to cuddle with my girlfriend?"

"What will you do?" Nat agrees, draping her arm over your waist and pulling herself into your side. "It's a real tragedy.

"Mhm. A real tragedy." You murmur back, pressing your lips to the top of her head a few times.

"This is what's gonna make us win states, by the way." She hums, pressing kisses to your shoulder. 

You snort at that, wrapping an arm loosely around her, "Really?" 

"Mhm." Nat nudges her forehead against the side of your neck, "Which means we'll have to do it again after we win states, obviously. Good luck charm, and all."

"Right. We'll see about that. I make no promises." 

"I do." She giggles to herself, "And I promise that this is a good luck charm."

a/n: spoiler: it wasnt a good luck charm ur pussy crashed the plane

[moesthoughts]

GUESS

you want to guess the color of my underwear

natalie scatorccio is confident she can guess what color underwear you’re wearing. (thank you for 400!!)

warnings ➥ semi public sex, smut with plot, orgasm denial, lowkey pervert nat, fwb, pre crash, reader is on the team

Practice has been rough, after playing for what feels like hours you are finally benched. You crash onto the seat and sink into the metal. You’re hot, annoyed, and tired. Coach Scott has been relentless with practicing since going to nationals relies on winning your next game. You happen to be a good player on the team, but you won’t be able to play well if you’re constantly overworked. You throw your head back and take a deep breath, trying to regain the oxygen you lost from running that much.

Another whistle comes, a soft groan escapes from your lips, and you expect to be thrown right back on the field. A wave of relief washes over you when he waves the other group of girls over instead, and you return to your state of rest. You adjust yourself when someone plops down next to you, rather close. You know it’s your best friend, Nat. No one else nuzzles right up to you when benched, you look over to her, your eyebrows knitted together since you are exhausted. Of course, she notices your discomfort straight away.

“Who pissed in your cereal?”

She questions you, nudging you with her shoulder. You can tell she’s worried, she also knows how much you’re overworked on the field since you complain about it so much. You think about not answering and taking the time that you have to rest and regain your stamina. You can’t just ignore Nat though, especially since she’s expressing her concern.

“I’m just so fucking tired, I want to leave so bad.”

You reply, returning to your original position. Nat hums in response. She notices how much you’re put on the field, more than Taissa who’s a beast at soccer, that’s very impressive to her. She understands that she’d be upset too if she was playing that much.

“So.. Why not leave for a bit? Have some fun for once in your fucking life.”

You look at her in disbelief, Coach will absolutely kill you if you left in the middle of practice, no matter how exhausted you are. Still, Nat seems so sure about bailing on practice. So many thoughts ran through your head, of course your brain tells you not to, but the aching your body is going through tells you to go for it. You sit up and let out a sigh, a little fun wouldn’t hurt.

“Screw it.”

Nat instantly smiles and stands up, she drags you to your feet. You can’t believe you’re actually doing this, feeding into your friend’s bad choices. Though, adrenaline runs through your veins as you hear Nat tell Laura Lee that you’re about to throw up, just “incase coach is worried”. You bite back a smile as you fold over, pretending to gag.

As soon as you get to the locker room you straighten your poster, laughter spilling out of your mouth. For the first time in a month you actually feel alive, even if it’s due to skipping practice. You’re having fun, that’s all that matters. Nat eyes you, a sly smile pulling at the corners of her lips. She comes closer to you, so close that you have to press yourself against a locker so that you have space. Her hands rest on your shoulders. You understand what she meant by “fun” back at the bench, the look she was giving you even back there. Yes, you’re tired. But you can’t ignore the flame being ignited in your core.

“Nat..”

You whisper out, your hands instinctively reaching for hips. Nat gives you a look that turns you into putty, the confidence she has making you even more nervous than you were before.

“What? I thought you wanted to have fun, pretty girl.”

“…Here?”

Nat rolls her eyes and presses her lips against yours, her hands changing to press you against the lockers instead of just resting on your shoulders. She whines into the kiss, already needy. You’ve been needing an escape all day, all worked up from school and now soccer practice. Nat read you like a book, she knows what you want, and she’s very willing to give it you. Your hands travel up to her hair, your fingers entangling in her brunette roots, she softly moans, pressing onto you more. Her lips leave yours, leaving you both panting. For once, you thought you get a break. You’re wrong. She’s already hooking her fingers under your pants, tugging on them gently.

“I bet I can guess what color underwear you’re wearing.”

She barely speaks above a whisper, her tone more confident than ever. She obviously knows what she’s doing to you, she wants you flustered, shy. She relishes the sight of your face turning bright red, and how your eyes are looking everywhere but at her. She grabs your chin with a smirk plastered on her face, you bite your lip nervously.

“..Oh yeah?”

You’re a stuttering mess, folding completely at how well she’s with her words. Usually there’s playful banter, but you’re completely vulnerable. Nat has you in the palm of her hand. She leans forward, her lips brushing against your ear.

“Well, I already know. Those lacey white panties we got at the mall, right? the ones with the little bow. I saw it when you leaned over.”

A shiver goes up your spine, listening to her words, her tone thick as honey. Before you can even open your mouth to answer her, Nat drops down onto her knees, tugging down your clothes with her. She licks up your slit, kissing your clit. You arch into her mouth so she could have more access to you. You’re already a whimpering mess, gasping at her tongue swirling around your clit. She loves how you taste, and how willing you are to let her eat you out. Her mouth latches onto your clit, softly sucking on your bud. You groan, grinding into her mouth.

“Fuck, Nat..”

You mutter, your fingers entangling in her hair once again. She licks up your wetness, tasting everything she can. Her tongue slips inside of you going at a steady pace, her hand holds your hip in place, wanting you to stay still for her. She drinks in every moan that comes from you. Nat’s so turned on, from how pretty you’re being, the thought of someone walking in at any moment, she wants to escape to your room so badly, makeout with you until you both pass out, taste you even more, grind against you. Right before you can reach an orgasm she pulls away, you whine loudly, tears pricking at your eyes. She stands back up and latches onto your neck, sucking and biting, definitely leaving marks in her wake. She replaces her mouth with her fingers, pumping in and out of you so fast you can’t keep up with her pace.

Finally, you cum around her fingers. She groans into your neck, riding out your orgasm. Nat pulls out, licking your juices from her fingers. You both gasp as you hear the door to the locker room open, Nat quickly pulls up your pants and forces you to sit down. You lean over, trying your best to seem like you just threw up. Her hands rubs your back, mock comforting you. As the footsteps approach, Jackie appears from behind the lockers, seeming displeased with you both.

“Where have you— Is she okay??”

Jackie instantly becomes worried, taking a seat next to you. Her hand rests on your shoulder, rubbing circles with her thumb. You feel absolutely horrible tricking her like this, just so you both can get away with having sex in the locker room. Thankfully you look like a hot mess from the previous events, making it look like you’re sick.

“Yeah, she puked. I think I should take her home, or something.”

Nat babbles, making up a cover story on the spot. You nod, hugging you stomach while slowly rocking. Jackie sighs, before encouraging you both to go home. Nat gives her a satisfied smile before helping you up, her arm wrapping around your shoulder. She guides you towards the exit of the room, wearing a proud look on her face.

“We’ll continue when we get to your house.”

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