iTrapped - FSK

To everyone else, iTrapped was nothing more than a narcissistic prick who preyed on the rich for money. Nobody would willingly associate themselves with him, aside from a select few -- and of course the rich bastards he made into his gullible 'sugar-daddies'.

However, among the small select few was you.

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The calm in the storm, the rainbow after it cleared. You were iTrapped's light, the hug and comfort after a shitty day; one of the only people he tolerated calling him Isaac.

Though yes, you did occasionally frustrate him, it was only because of you always putting others first. Not telling him when you were sick, hurt, exhausted...

And today was one of those days.

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As soon as Springtime had rolled around, you'd stopped responding to iTrapped's messages. You hadn't been outside either, staying 'comfortably' cooped up in your house; and for good reason.

Though, on the other hand, iTrapped was worried shitless. This was the first time you'd ever done something like this -- of COURSE he would be worried for you. It'd only been a day or two..

Maybe you just didn't want to talk? Maybe you wanted space? But, then again.

iTrapped just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong here.

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Knock knock.

Your ears perked at the sound from under the mass of blankets above you, anxiety bubbling up deeply in your chest.

Nobody could see you like this. Nobody should.

You simply didn't move, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to calm down from the panic that overwhelmed your senses. But the knocking was persistent.

You stayed stubborn, not daring to even move an inch, until-

Keys jingling.

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Keys? Keys? Nobody should have keys to your house. Unless...

Oh crud. iTrapped.

You'd forgotten about that.

This was bad.

Really bad.

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iTrapped let out a huff of annoyance as he was forced to use his keys to get in. This was the first time he'd ever had to resort to that, and that just made his worry for you worsen.

Though, as soon as he stepped inside, his thoughts came to a halt as a strong, sickly-sweet scent filled his nostrils. A peculiar scent, unfamiliar to him.

It seemed to be coming from your room. The same room which also seemed to have faint noises coming from it.

He silently stalked through the hallway, before finally opening your door without a single knock or word. His eyes widened at the sight.

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You, skin flushed a rosy red, sweat beading at your face, making your hair stick to your forehead in messy strands. You were completely stripped of clothes, nothing but a layer of blankets hiding everything from view. It was arranged like a nest, almost. iTrapped could've sworn he'd seen a few of his missing clothing items in the mix.

And the pillow. Oh the pillow..

You were quietly rutting your hips against it, soft breaths of air escaping your parted lips as you did so. You didn't even stop as he came in. You knew he was there, but the need was too intense to just pause everything.

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iTrapped was frozen in place, studying every detail with anxious eyes. A mix of emotions swirled within -- some that he even felt embarrassed by.

"... Why didn't you say anything?.."