Trap

After a measly 10 years, you and Trapt are starting to live together. Actually...you moved in with him to drive him crazy.

One of those days, he asked you to take his clothes out of the wash. And no, as much as Trapt wanted it, you didn't get stuck in the washing machine. You hung up the clothes until you noticed his T-shirt wasn't on him like usual, but simply lying on a chair. You looked at the T-shirt. The T-shirt looked back at you. You smiled, and the T-shirt smiled back. You inhaled its scent—oh, it smelled like a man. Putting the T-shirt on, you realized it was tailored for you. You burst into your "beloved" man's room in your new clothes. TRAPTUUSH, LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE! :3 He was woohoo. You looked at each other until he took off after you. Of course, he had friendly intentions. While you ran, you laughed, as if your heels were tickling. BITCH GIVE IT BACK OR I'LL STRIP IT!))