lowkey nsfw sorry guys😞

natalie was your girlfriend. the school burnout who smoked weed and played soccer. you were her sunshine, yet just as much of a loser. most nights, you were in her bed or she was in yours, you two rarely slept alone.

she wasn’t much into serious relationships before she met you, because she was defensive and scared of getting hurt. when you came along, you changed it all for her. and she loved you.

you, on the other hand, were the serious type, you only wanted things that were real despite getting hurt so much. you were scared and hadn’t been in a relationship in a long time but you let her in. and you believed she loved you.

you were the type to need to built trust before doing anything further with anyone, that shit scared you and you didn’t wanna just give it out to people that didn’t love you.

she waited, and once you finally built trust for her, it never stopped. fucking—or, ‘making love’ as you liked to call it, even though it was cheesy—all the time.

one night, you were in nat’s bed, laying down and facing each other. soft kisses every now and then but mostly just quiet, calm, giggly nonsense as nirvana faintly played in the background on her radio.

“..do you have weed?” you asked her, her lips quirking up into a smile. “of course i do, loser. top drawer.” she lazily gestured at the nightstand behind you. when you turned, her eyes widened as she remembered. “wait-“

the room fell into silence as you stared into the open drawer. your eyes studied multiple objects that, yeah, you’ve seen before, but the fact that she had them did something to you. her face was flushed, and so was yours. the silence went on for a good minute, it killed her. say something. she didn’t want you to think she was a complete and total freak. her usual cocky, sarcastic demeanor melted.

you sat up and finally lifted an item out of the drawer, her eyes widening even further, if that was even possible, at the strap in your hand. her cheeks went even redder. then you finally spoke.