Hisoka Shower Novels & Stories

The hiss of water hitting the tiled floor filled the sleek, spacious bathroom as steam curled along the glass shower walls like silent ghosts. Caspian stood under the rain-like spray of the waterfall shower head, his muscles taut, and his hands braced against the wall in front of him. Water streamed down the broad line of his back, trailing along the ridges of his spine and soaking his dark hair into a slicked mess. His jaw was clenched, his teeth grinding behind his lips.

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.

he muttered, voice rough, and then he practically ran toward the bathroom. Ishaan leaned against the counter, smirking as he heard the telltale sound of the shower turning on—too fast, too desperate. A cold shower. Amused, Ishaan folded his arms over his chest, licking his lips as if tasting Ashwin all over again. “My dear little one,” he murmured to himself. “You have no idea what you’ve just started.”

he said, holding out his hand. Emma followed him into the bathroom and sat against the sink as she waited for him to get the water the temperature he wanted. The shower was one of those walkthrough types, a tiled section of the room that didn't have a shower curtain or a door, it simply consisted of four walls broken by two entrances at either end of the front wall. The showerheads were on the far left, three of them positioned in such a way that they could drench a person from head to toe without the necessity of movement.

Even the towels hung up on the towel wrack by the shower are green, like the color of seaweed. After I completely strip down, I make my way over to the shower. The shower looks kike it's made entirely of Blue Ballet colored glass, it looks glorious on the outside. The shower door has a wave-like design on the front of it. I grab the handle, pull the door open, and step inside. I turned on the shower, and stood under the warm waterfall coming down in front of me. The warm water instantly relaxes my muscles as it makes its way down my back, allowing myself to relax and calm my

Kat looked impressed despite the fact that she hadn’t even seen the best part yet. “This shower is awesome,” Kat said, smiling and trying to look impressed. She opened the glass door and stepped inside, gazing up at the three giant showerheads. AJ popped his head in. “It’s a pretty big shower,” he commented. “Probably too big for just one person.” Kat giggled and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, probably. What’s this?” She pointed at a digital display that was located at the back of the shower. Kat’s eyes lit up as he explained.

Calisto roared, flooding her pussy with cum, grinding through her spasms until they collapsed in a tangled, drenched heap. Hours later, after a brief recovery with water and bites, he dragged her to the bathroom for more insanity. Under the shower's steaming spray, water cascading over their bodies, he pressed her face-first against the tiled wall, the cool porcelain shocking her heated skin. Soaping her up roughly, his fingers invaded every hole three in her pussy, two in her ass while the detachable showerhead blasted her clit on pulse mode.