Corbeau, Grisham and Ivor getting turned on by watching you do something mundane
I'm trying to get back into writing fanfiction again, and I had this idea and immediately had to do it lol. For Corbeau's part the reader does have hair that is long enough to braid; I might reblog with an addition for my short-haired folks who might be reading, but it's like 10 PM here and I have work tomorrow so I can't do that right now. This is also a little bit spicy, but no actual smut.
Corbeau
(Braiding your hair after a shower)
Stepping out of the shower made you feel like a whole new person. It’s crazy how much grime you managed to pick up throughout the day, running through the city and digging around in Wild Zones, so finally getting to clean off at the end of the day was heavenly. Granted, it would have been even better if your boyfriend had been there too, given that it was his house, but Corbeau had to file some paperwork before bed. You smiled to yourself in spite of his absence, because you know how much he wished he could join you.
After toweling yourself off, you slipped on some comfy clothes. It was nighttime, and you were showering before bed so you wouldn’t be all sweaty while cuddling, so you changed into simple night clothes; just a pair of sweatpants and a tank-top. Then, you started on your hair. Combing it out thoroughly, you parted it into sections before delicately beginning to braid it. About halfway through, you finally noticed Corbeau leaning against the bathroom door, admiring you. The sheer love reflected in his eyes made you give him a quizzical look.
“Is there any particular reason why you’re looking at me like that?”
“Just admiring you, love.”
And he was. Having finally finished that damn paperwork, he was eager to have you in his arms again, especially now that you were clean. As soon as he reached the now-open bathroom door though, he couldn’t help but stop, the sight before him catching him completely off-guard.
You looked absolutely radiant. The warm bathroom lights reflected off your skin and hair, giving you an almost angel-like appearance, and watching your fingers expertly weave your own hair into a braid was mesmerizing. There were still wet strands hanging down, ones that you didn’t feel like bothering with, but they gave you a sexily disheveled look that he was slowly becoming addicted to. It made his heart beat faster to realize that he loved you so much that seeing you look messy was sometimes even hotter than you being all dressed up. The black tank-top was stained under the armpits from your deodorant, and your muscles flexed as you held your arms aloft to braid your hair. How couldn’t he stop to watch? It would be wrong to deny himself to sight of Arceus’ gift from above.
“You really are stunning, aren’t you?” He said as you finally finished, securing the braid with a small hair tie before Corbeau walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Corbeau, I’m literally just getting ready for bed.” You laughed.
“And the fact that you’re still stunning while doing that is a testament to your beauty, no?”
The way your shiny, clean skin blushed from his compliments made a large smile creep onto Corbeau’s face. One that you couldn’t help but replicate, knowing that only you got to see him smile like that. Corbeau leaned in to kiss your cheek, before his kisses began to trail across your neck.
“Come to bed, love. I can’t stand another minute without having you in my arms over here.”
“Don’t get me all sweaty right after I showered, love.” You smirked, the implication making a faint blush appear on Corbeau’s pale cheeks.
“I’ll try not to,” he said with a wolfish grin, “But whatever happens happens, you know.”
Grisham
(Baking bread for him)
Unsurprisingly for a professional cafe owner, Grisham was the main cook in your shared household. It was a title that he wore with the utmost pride, finding himself feeling giddy as he got out the ingredients for tonight’s meal. He had his technique down to a science at this point, and everything he made had you drooling before he even dished it up for you. It made him puff out his chest a little, filled with pride in a way he had never felt before. Being with you was truly a euphoric experience for Grisham, and how you managed to make his past mistakes all melt away with a single smile confounded him. With you, there was no past, there was just the blissful present and an exciting future. He wasn’t the ex-Team Flare grunt around you. He was just Grisham.
He had decided ages ago that he wanted to spend his life with you. He wanted to fold you into everything he did like a pastry, basking in your radiance for as long as he possibly could. That included folding you into his daily routines as well, so naturally the ideal couple’s activity would be teaching you how to cook! It was something that he had perfected, and teaching you how to do it was always a good time.
No matter how bad you were at first, Grisham’s patience never wavered. His hands rested over yours, gently, but still firm as he guided you through chopping the vegetables. Though, in all honesty, having his broad chest against your back and his voice in your ear meant that you never focused much on the vegetables in the first place…
Over time, you became quite good at it yourself! And, much to Grisham’s delight, you had started taking up new food-related hobbies of your own; namely, bread baking. Not only was Grisham a skilled barista and cook, but he was also an excellent baker too, so he enjoyed watching you dive into the hobby with an adorable level of enthusiasm. At first he helped you with it a lot, but now you had gotten so good that you would bake him bread before he even came home, surprising him with something to enjoy alongside whatever he happened to make that night.
Walking into the small apartment to smell fresh bread baking in the oven was always a treat after a long day of coffee orders and odd customer interactions. Though, this time he instead smelled the yeast that you were using to leaven the dough, meaning that you hadn’t actually baked it quite yet. You shouted a quick hello from the kitchen, which he warmly returned before going to the bedroom and changing into something far more comfortable.
He’s not quite sure why his reaction to seeing you in the kitchen was so strong, but it hit him like a truck anyway. He had seen you cook and bake things so many times now - he had taught you how to do it, for heaven’s sake! But still, he barely made it past the fridge before he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes suddenly glued to your every movement like a hold he couldn’t break out of.
You were wearing a bright red apron, which you had specifically bought in that color to make him feel less self-conscious about how similar his was to his time as a Team Flare grunt. You had clearly been kneading the dough for a while now, and the look of concentration in your eyes had him awestruck, noting the slight sweat that had gathered on your forehead. Still, your hands expertly worked the dough, your technique impeccable. He felt a little proud knowing that he had taught you so well. The traces of flour that clung to your forearms was also kind of adorable, and he reveled in seeing how much effort you were putting into your new hobby.
After taking a deep breath from the laborious work, you turned around and gave Grisham an amused look.
“Are you good back there? You’re staring.”
Startling a little bit, Grisham’s usually closed red eyes suddenly became even wider than before, his face flushing almost as red as his hair. Still, he attempted to cover his embarrassment with a cough, turning his face to hide the evidence of his current state.
“Just admiring your commitment to the hobby, darling.”
With a pleased hum, you finished rolling the dough and folded it in on itself before turning it upside-down and putting it back in the bowl, just like he had taught you. Watching the way your muscles flexed as you worked did nothing to help Grisham’s blush. As you clapped your hands together to get rid of the extra flour, before wiping them on your apron, the wry smile on your beautiful face flustered him even further.
“How was your day, handsome?” You said as you walked towards him, cupping his face in your hands. He instinctively melted into you, one hand coming up to caress your wrist, as if he could hold your hand to his face forever.
“Tiring.” He sighed before a smirk spread across his face, brows furrowing, “But coming home to my gorgeous partner always brightens it.”
Now it was your turn to blush, and Grisham delighted in watching your face redden, a genuine smile now replacing his previous smirk.
“Speak for yourself.” You managed to squeak out before Grisham pressed his lips against yours.
One of his hands came to cup the back of your head, gently threading his fingers through your hair, as his other arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer. While it started out as chaste, you couldn’t help but deepen it, both of you overcome with a mix of affection and arousal. Your fingers curled into his shirt as you reluctantly broke apart.
“You know… the dough still has to rise for another hour.” You smiled.
“Plenty enough time for me, my love.” He smiled before dipping in to peck your lips.
“Oh shit wait,” You said, pulling your hands away from his shirt, “I need to wash these off, I’m getting flour all over you.”
“That’s the least of my concerns right now.” Grisham replied before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom, smiling from ear-to-ear at your surprised laugh.
Ivor
(Lifting something heavy)
Despite having a boyfriend strong enough to basically dent steel, you still found the motivation to build your own strength too. Maybe it was just how adorably passionate he was about it that made you want to give it a try. Whether you were watching him train or watching another martial arts movie with him, Ivor’s passion for strength and exercise had inspired you to work out too. Obviously you weren’t nearly as good as he was, but Ivor was nothing but a devoted trainer and, for you, a doting boyfriend. No matter how badly your form sucked, or how light the training weights had to be, he only ever made you feel good about doing it in the first place.
And, evidently, it had been paying off! You were helping unload some new materials for the gym, most of which were, unsurprisingly, very heavy. The way Ivor was able to unload the huge machinery with ease never failed to stun you, but you helped in whatever way you could. At the moment you were stacking heavy cinder blocks in the corner of a room to rest some equipment against. When you stepped back, took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from your forehead, you caught a glimpse of your boyfriend nearby.
He was staring directly at you, like he had just seen a miracle or something. Ivor’s eyes were filled with light and warmth in a way that made you blush, especially given that they were focused solely on you. You could basically see the stars shining in them, and his mouth was slightly agape like he had something to say but couldn’t get anything out. The longer he stood there, just staring at you, the more worried you became.
“You okay, love?” You turned to face him, watching as Ivor stood up straight and looked away with a furious blush taking over his entire face. Despite his attempts to give his face with his fist, he was flushed right up to his ears, and even for such a gigantic man it was still adorable to see.
Was he embarrassed for staring at you like that? Yes. But could you really blame him? Your beauty never failed to catch him astound him. No matter how many times he told you about it, and there were many such instances, Ivor felt like no words in the world could ever grasp what he saw in you. And the way you looked right now, after showing off your newfound strength, had him utterly and completely smitten.
A small sense of pride sparked within him as he realized how much your training had progressed. Not just because you were actually able to carry something that heavy, but the way your muscles looked made him feel dizzy. He could see them flexing under your skin, shining and slick with sweat, and the way you were panting after setting the last cinder block down had him feeling far too aroused for a public setting. There was something undeniably sexy about it, scandalously so, and the effect you had on him shook him a bit.
Knowing he was caught red-handed, Ivor tried to find the words to excuse himself, or even compliment you, but nothing coherent came out. His brain was scrambled, all of his words disappearing as the image of your flexing biceps and flushed face replayed over and over like a broken record.
But soon you were right in front of him, waving your hand in front of his face, concern etched into your features.
“Ivor, are you okay? Did you overdo it?”
He gulped, looking down at your face and feeling his heartbeat start to pick up. He didn’t even dare open his mouth. It’s not like anything convincing would come out anyway.
Your hand hooked around his bicep then, and you began leading him to the locker rooms to get him a drink and see what was wrong.
‘Oh thank Arceus’ he thought to himself. If there was one thing he needed right now, it was to be alone with you. You two clearly had some private matters to settle.
