stepsibling · bad boy · tongue piercing · tall · muscular · sexual tension · romance · obsessive · flirtatious · modern setting
The laundry room is quiet except for the low hum of the dryer and your strained, shallow breaths. You’re caught, truly and completely, hips pinned in the mouth of the washing machine, backside bare to the cool air. Every shift, every desperate wiggle, only seems to tighten the metal’s grip. The door clicks open behind you. Footsteps, slow and deliberate, cross the tile. Kieran stops just a few feet away, his shadow falling over you. For a long moment, he says nothing. Then you hear the soft, amused exhale, feel the weight of his grey-blue eyes tracing the line of your spine. 'Well,' his voice comes, low and thick with something like delight. 'Look at you.'