Hisoka Shower Novels & Stories

I sighed, leaning my head against the shower wall letting my muscles relax. I could hear Mayu moaning and crying out Hachiro’s name. It was pretty hot, I’ll admit it. And now I wish I took Trevor and Sebastian up on their offer. At least then, the muscles this shower was easing would be in more pleasurable zones. I sighed, closing my eyes letting my hand trail down to pleasure myself thinking of all the pleasure Trevor, Sebastian, and their glorious cocks could give me.

“You deserve to hear it! And for goodness’ sake, can you please take a shower? You smell like—” “Fine!” Hara interrupted, her patience wearing thin. Pushing the blanket aside, she grabbed a towel from the hook on the door and trudged into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her. The bathroom was a quaint space with vintage tiles, their faded patterns adding a touch of old-world charm. The rhythmic sound of water hitting the tiles created a soothing backdrop. Hara closed her eyes and let the warm water cascade down her body. Suddenly, a vision flashed in her mind, sending shivers of shock through her. She snapped her eyes open, scanning the bathroom with increasing panic.

Feeling Sebastian inside of her was one of the best feelings in the world. Seb increased his pace and rubbed her clit when he noticed she was about to cum. They both came at the same thing with Seb emptying his seeds inside her. Before Jayda's leg could give up due to exhaustion, he scooped her into a bridal style and made his way to the bathroom with the intention to shower and get to bed but Miss Jayda seemed insatiable as she teased him for another round. After that, they showered, dried their bodies and changed into their nightwear. "I hope I didn't wear you out. I'm sorry if I did." Sebastian chuckled when he noticed how tired she was.

"No. But I need to." "There's towels on the rack. I'll find a clean shirt you can sleep in." "Thanks," I said, letting him help me to my feet. I wobbled my way to the bathroom and turned the shower on, letting the steam fill the room before I slipped out of my red underwear. The hot spring in the bathing room had seen my tolerance for heat leap far above my usual, giving me an appreciation for how hot a shower Aaron had always taken. My heart fumbled as the image of his face flashing across my mind. I shook it off. Thoughts of Aaron didn't belong here. They didn't belong anywhere anymore.

His father couldn’t know about this. Hearing the bathroom door open, Icarus turned to see Isaias, stepping out of the shower, towel draped over his shoulders, hair still wet. Isaias ran the towel through his dark locks, looking up at Icarus with a questioning glance. “What’s with the serious face? C'mon, bro, Chill up!” Isaias tried to calm Icarus's mood, yet that ended up failing when Icarus's face turned even darker with anger.

I step in, letting the hot water sanitize my skin, I hear Isabelle knock on the shower door. "Everything okay?" She asks calmly. "We have a plan if that's what you're asking." I anwser. At some point, she got undressed and hoped in the shower. I turned away from her, and I din't want to be aroused. I was angry and confused. She started rubbing my back and kissing my shoulders.

Suzanne whispered as she continued her inspection. A rainfall shower, the size of a small car, stood encased in glass, promising a deluge of warm, invigorating water. A discreetly placed control panel allowed for adjustments in temperature, pressure, and even aromatherapy infusions. Soft, plush towels, monogrammed with the owner's initials in silver thread, were neatly stacked on a heated rack. A small, waterproof screen, embedded in the wall, displayed a constantly changing stream of abstract art, a silent companion to the bathing experience.

ISAAC’S POV After scrubbing the vomit from Snow’s skin and easing her under the warm stream of the shower. I went in to shower. The water beat down on me, rolling over my sore muscles, but it wasn’t enough to wash away the ache clawing through my chest. Or lower.

Walking further into the spacious room, he began removing his evening clothes. Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Ismena allowed water to cascade down her back. It's surprising how she loves the showerhead in his bathroom more than the ones she was used to in the human world. It might not be modern, but the gold-colored showerhead screamed old-fashioned and expensive, just like every other thing in his bedroom. She'd tried to sleep, but her body was just too hot for it to allow her any sleep. So, she'd figured a shower would help. She'd set the water for cold too.

Two sinks behind her with granite countertops, and a toilet in a little room by itself. Mercy opened the shower door and turned the water on. She looked carefully at the handle to make sure she’d turned it toward the H but not too far. It was something she’d had to learn from Luna Isabella in the healing center. She knew she liked the water warm but not too hot, so she set it accordingly and kept her hand under it until she was certain it was just right.