Hi yes hello idk if you're taking writing requests or not but if you are I want you to please imagine reader showing up to their boy's (and/or Griselle's) place, hearing the shower running. Cool, reader can chill until they're done.
But then reader hears moaning. They're *jerking off* in the shower.
Maybe reader decides to get closer and listen to them... maybe reader risks taking a peek... maybe reader gets caught peeking, or maybe their s/o is none the wiser.
If you're not currently taking requests please feel free to enjoy the concept if you wish and I hope you have a great day 💜
Word Count: 2.4k Content: Voyeurism, Explicit Sexual Content, Fem reader, NSFW Summary: Catching your SO having a good time in the shower, featuring Corbeau, Ivor, AND Grisham (Separately)
So, I do want to be up front that I don’t normally take requests. Not because I don’t want to, I just don’t have the bandwidth for them 99% of the time and I feel bad when I can’t fulfill them.
HOWEVER, evidently I can be persuaded with the right inspiration because this, my dear anon, inspired the fuck out of me. Totally derailed me from my other projects lmao. Thank you so much for sending this to my inbox, and for being so polite and sweet 🫶🏻
I hope you enjoy~
Corbeau 💜
You didn’t see Corbeau upon entering his penthouse, but this wasn’t uncommon. His flat was huge, and he could have been in any number of rooms. You checked his office first, but it was also empty. Next, his bedroom. He wasn’t there, but there was a new set of clothes laid out on the bed. Then, you could hear the running shower, and it was easy to tell where he was.
You started to get comfy, planning to wait for him, when you heard a muffled sound through the bathroom door. Curiosity getting the better of you, you crept forward and pressed your ear against the door. It was silent, aside from the sound of running water. Just as you were about to pull back, however, you heard it again; a quiet moan.
Heat flooded your face, and the rest of your body, when you realized what he was doing. You shouldn’t have peeked. You should have been good and waited for him to be done. But, you didn’t, slowly twisting the doorknob and pushing the door to hopefully not make any noise. You just barely stuck your head inside, trying to get a glimpse of what you were hearing.
Corbeau’s bathroom didn’t have a shower curtain. It was a fancy, open-concept shower set back into one side of the room. So, you could see everything. He had one hand braced on the wall, leaning forward a bit. His other hand was on himself, moving in slow, twisting strokes.
His face was flushed, mouth open and panting, and his eyes were closed as he jerked himself off. He was close, you could tell just by his body language. His shoulders were tense, muscles moving under his tattoos as he shifted uncomfortably. You didn’t even realize you had gasped when he cursed and moaned out your name.
His hand stopped, and your eyes flicked up to his face. Piercing gold eyes were looking back, glaring just slightly without his glasses helping him. You had been caught, and you didn’t know what to say.
You didn’t need to say anything, thankfully. His hand left his cock to curl his index finger towards himself, beckoning you towards him. You almost missed what he said while you watched his length twitch. “You want a peek so bad, sunshine? Get over here. Now.” He was trying to sound commanding, but couldn’t help but notice that he sounded wrecked.
You still obeyed, shedding clothes across the bathroom as you made your way towards him.
“Can’t even take a shower in peace,” he complained, without any real annoyance as he pressed you back against the cold stone tile as soon as he had his hands on you. It was a stark difference from his heated body pressing against your front.
He captured you in a bruising kiss, and you moaned into each other’s mouths at the feeling of him sliding against you. You adjusted your legs just enough for him to slide the tip of his cock between your thighs, and he didn’t waste any time before thrusting shallowly against your clit.
“Fuck, did you get that wet just spying on me?” He teased, grinning against your lips as he pressed himself harder against you. He was fully fucking your thighs already, each pass grazing your clit and entrance but never dipping inside.
“Maybe I was already wet for you,” you teased back, satisfied when he groaned and pressed his face into your neck. His hips moved faster, angling to press harder against your clit as he started pressing wet kisses over your shoulder and neck. He was already so close, so worked up, that it didn’t take long for him to come. He bit down on your shoulder as he groaned, pulling back to spill down the front of your thighs.
He hadn’t even caught his breath before he dropped to his knees. Your hands flew to his head, half out of surprise and half for balance, when he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. “What are you-?”
“I’m not fucking done,” he interrupted, matter-a-factly, as he pressed the tip of his tongue to your already sensitive clit. There would be all the time in the world to clean-up once he finally was done.
Ivor 💛
Ivor’s apartment was simple, but had a large open floor-plan with high ceilings on the top floor of the building. A necessary find for his stature, and it suited him well.
One step into the apartment told you what he was doing. You could hear his shower running, but you could easily hear his voice over the spray. Loud, breathy moans and exclamations filled the air. Curiosity and excitement filled you immediately, because he never took care of himself, so to speak. He had told you once that it just wasn’t something he typically thought about unless you were near him.
You didn’t hesitate to knock on the bathroom door, quietly calling his name. You heard him let out something between a yelp and a moan before he answered back. “D-Darling! I didn’t know you’d be here so soon! I’ll be just a… moment…”
You bit your lip, trying not to giggle as you heard him shuffling, and grumble when something fell to the ground. “No need to rush, Ivy! Actually, would you like some help?”
You could hear him sputter a bit before he finally groaned out a quiet “please.” You were shedding your clothes before you even finished opening the bathroom door. Pants were stepped out of as you walked, shirt tossed away to the side shortly after, fully naked by the time you reached him.
His apartment had a tall, wide shower stall with no tub. It fit him as well as it reasonably could, but he could still see over the shower curtain, and he had to bend down to wash his hair. You could see him smiling shyly over the top of the curtain, and he opened it up for you as you approached. His skin was flushed from his face to the top of his chest, but your eyes shot straight down. He looked painfully hard, red and nearly purple at the tip.
It twitched against his abs as you stepped into the shower with him, and his hands found your back. You ran your hands over his chest and stomach, looking up at him with curious eyes as the warm water sprayed over you. You opened your mouth to ask what got him so worked up, but he spoke first.
“I couldn’t do it without you,” he blurted out. At your confused face, he kept going. “I just… couldn't stop thinking about you, I couldn’t calm down. Yet, when I tried to… I couldn’t…” He gestured at his problem before returning his hand to your back, gently stroking from mid-back to shoulder.
“You couldn’t come without me,” you finished for him, leaning into his calloused, but gentle, touch. He nodded as he pulled you a bit closer to him, and you pressed a few chaste kisses to his pecs. “Oh, my poor man, must have been going crazy.”
“Yes,” he already sounded breathy just from the little touch. Pressing closer to him, you felt his dick jump against your stomach, and he groaned quietly above you. “I needed you.”
“It’s okay, I’m here to help now, honey. But…” You slid your hand down his abs, gently curling your fingers around his length. His stomach flexed and he inhaled sharply as you started stroking him painfully slowly. “...will you do something for me?”
“Anything!” His response was instant.
You smiled before sliding to your knees on the shower floor. He adjusted the shower head for you, making sure it wasn’t spraying onto your face. He stared down at you with wide, but excited, eyes as he waited for you to continue. You pressed a too chaste kiss to the tip of his cock before giving him your request. “Tell me what you were thinking about while you were trying to jerk off. What couldn’t you stop thinking about?”
He opened his mouth to answer, but all that came out was a groan as you wrapped your lips around him and bobbed down. His heavy hand found the top of your head, and just rested there. Not pushing, not gripping. Just steady and present as you slowly worked more and more of him into your mouth.
It was always a bit of a strain to your jaw with how thick he was, but thankfully it never took too terribly long in this position. You knew just how to work him up.
“I-I was…” He swallowed hard, resting his head back against the wall of the shower as he tried to make his brain work. You asked him for something so easy in exchange for something so wonderful, and he needed to do his part. “I was remembering how you looked yesterday morning. At the dojo, you were stretching… your shorts…!”
He trailed off, mouth falling open uselessly when your hand came up to wrap around what you couldn’t fit between your lips. He whined when you popped off of him, and you gave him a light scold. “Keep going, big guy. You can do it.”
“I wanted… I wanted to rip your shorts off of you,” he confessed, practically panting as he resisted the urge to thrust forward into your mouth. It only got harder to speak as you moved your hand and head faster. “I-It was uncouth of me, but I wanted to so badly…!”
He looked down at you when you tapped on his thigh, and that was it. The sight of you, wide eyed with your lips stretched around him, pushed him over the edge. He came with a choked moan of your name, unable to stop himself as his hips jerked forward.
You choked a bit at the sudden feeling of him spilling down your throat, having to pull off of him when it was too much. You kept working him with your hand instead, letting the last of it spurt onto your chest.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed, pulling you up to hold you against his chest once he could think again.
“Don’t you dare apologize.“ You smiled as he adjusted the shower head again, letting the warm water spray over you and clean you off. He smiled back, leaning down to finally kiss you.
“Then, thank you, my darling,” he murmured against your lips, wrapping his arms tightly around your back, engulfing you. “I’m so lucky to have you to take care of me.”
Grisham ❤️
You actually had a feeling you would catch him in the shower, just based on the time you made it to his apartment. He would have just barely gotten home after closing down the truck, and he always showered before doing anything else. He had told you that it helped him to wash off the day so he could properly relax.
He didn’t know you were coming, wanting to surprise him with dinner. You entered his studio apartment quietly, takeout in hand, but froze when you immediately heard him moan out your name. Then, you heard it again. And again.
His bathroom door was open–a precaution he usually took to avoid mold in the cheap, older apartment building. It meant you could hear every single moan and whine he was letting out. You had rarely ever heard him so vocal, and you could feel yourself growing wet just from the sound of his pleasure.
Peeking through the open bathroom door, you stifled a gasp. The shower was a small one, basically just a box with glass walls. It allowed you to perfectly see his silhouette, slumped back against the wall, head thrown back and fucking his own fist desperately. Moan after moan, mostly of your name, were barely being muffled by his other hand over his mouth.
He was completely in his own world, not noticing your presence at all as he chased his orgasm. His hand was meeting every thrust of his hips, making an absolutely obscenely wet smacking sound even louder than the shower.
Actually, you felt a little jealous. He was always so gentle with you. Couldn’t he fuck you as hard as he was fucking his hand? The idea of his hips doing that to you made your knees feel a little weak, heat flooding straight between your thighs.
You knew Grisham too well, and knew he’d be mortified if you interrupted him. As much as you wanted to, you would be patient and let him have his time. As quietly as possible, you crept back to the kitchen to set the takeout on the stove. Then, you made your way to his bedroom, making yourself comfortable on his bed.
It was a small apartment, and you could still hear him as you stripped out of your own clothes, intending to give him a different kind of surprise.
You could tell when he came, a loud moan fading quickly into silence. You waited, excitedly and impatiently, as you waited for the shower to turn off. When it did, you had the thought to warn him, so he wasn’t too surprised by your presence.
Wetting your lips, your heart was pounding as you called out. “Hey, Gris, I’m here. Just so you know.”
You heard something clatter to the ground, but he was silent. The whole apartment was deathly quiet until he slowly crept out of the bathroom, looking for you. “Dear, how long have you been here…?” His breath caught when he saw you lounging on his bed. His mouth fell open, his eyes half-lidded as they roved over naked form.
He was still naked himself as he stepped fully out of the bathroom. He had his towel around his shoulders, hair damp and dripping onto his chest and shoulders. He didn’t pay any mind to the water dripping off of his body, entranced as he crawled onto the bed towards you.
“Did you have a nice shower?” you teased, watching him flush with embarrassment, but it didn't stop him.
“Baby…” he breathed, looking up at you with questioning, pleading eyes. When you let your legs fall open, knowing exactly what he was asking for, he groaned at the sight of your glistening folds. You could literally see his cock twitching to life again already between his own legs. "What are you doing here?"
“I came over to surprise you with dinner,” you explained, legs opening more to accommodate his shoulders.
“You're too sweet, my love. May I have dessert first?” He begged, hands coming up to stroke over your inner thighs. When you nodded, he barely got out a quiet thank you before burying his face between your thighs. As he ate you out like a man starved, his own hips humping against the mattress as he pleasured you, you could swear that he was moaning louder than you were.
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(FYI Ill also be writing one for Griselle later 👀)
Sorry yall chapter 3 of Nouveau Feu will just be the slightest bit more delayed, but I’m dedicating the rest of my Sunday to it 🫶🏻
