Mouthwashing X Reader Novels & Stories

He grinned and patted my shoulder once more before he waltzed back towards his wife and the witch. He’s got to be kidding me! SCARLET After the family dinner, I went straight to the bathroom to get a bath. I filled the bathtub with milk water and soaked my body. I put my earphones on, scrolled through my list, and played Lovely by Billie Eilish. I then scrolled through my apps and clicked the Pro-Express app. I’d received messages from other users asking questions about programs and codes. I scrolled down and found Jax’s old messages.

mmmph! He followed, pulling out to cum on her stomach—'Take it... on your skin'—rinsing with care, whispers of praise—'Perfect plaything... making me feel alive.' They washed each other fully now, hands lingering on every curve, exploring with curiosity rather than urgency. Amelia soaped his cock, stroking gently—'Mmm... so thick... love cleaning you'—kneeling to rinse with her mouth, tongue lapping the head tenderly. 'Uhh... baby... your lips... too good.'

“Woah, w-what are you doing?” Moon’s expression had been fierce like it’d been a battle for him to touch the scented water. Wow, he seriously hated baths. “Will you leave off fussing, single skin, I’m washing you, that’s all.” When I’d sniffed at his curls, they smelled of carbolic soap; my scent of strawberries and cream had been washed out, and I’d wanted it back. He’d slid the cloth higher, missing the good parts in my opinion, then up my stomach. I’d quivered, gripping the sides of the bath. “This is what perfect Alphas do.”

She rubbed her hand together in pure relish as her eyes glowed with excitement. She quickly prepared herself a hot bath and added some rose water from a bottled rose water product she found in the bathroom cabinet. While the tub filled, she pressed some paste on her tooth brush and washed her mouth. She rinsed her mouth with mouth wash and then water. She set her brush aside on the sink and made for the bath water. It was like the hot water was calling to her. Thankfully her walk-in shower had a little seat inside. She let the warm, renewing stream wash away all the stress and the terrors of the past days.

🪷ISORA🪷 The body wash smelled like something I had forgotten existed. I stood under the water and let it run over my shoulders and down my back and I just breathed it in—the clean, specific scent of it, soft and real against my skin—and I did not think about anything for the few minutes it took to wash because my brain needed those minutes and I was giving them without negotiation. The last time I had used an actual body wash, with an actual scent, in an actual bathroom with hot water and enough space to stand upright and not be touching three walls simultaneously, was four years ago. In Nightfall. Before…

“Honestly, I’m tired of watching movies all day every day. I want to read books. I’d like to go to the library.” Her face brightened. “That’s a great idea.” While Mirabelle moved to the wardrobe to select clothes, I padded into the adjoining bathroom where I brushed my teeth with the mint toothpaste that tasted faintly of eucalyptus, stepped under the rainfall showerhead until hot water loosened every knot in my shoulders and back, toweled off, and wrapping myself in the thick white robe that always hung behind the door.

she said to Claire as she sorted through the complimentary toiletries for some mouthwash. Claire cleaned off her face with hand soap and water, not too worried about the spunk she'd already tasted when it had leaked into her mouth. In fact she was a little surprised that Bianca hadn't swallowed as its flavour seemed innocuous enough to her but she didn't pretend to understand the arcane ways of the professional slut.

Mitchum said, opening his eyes and sitting up. I looked at Dara and smiled before standing. “What do you smell, Mit?” I asked. “It’s dark chocolate and mint, kinda like Dara’s body wash but way more intense,” he said looking around. “Mitchum, I don’t use body wash,” Dara said with a concerned look on her face. “Sure you do. I could smell it really faintly when you were holding my hand in the medical room. When you leaned down to kiss my forehead,” he insisted.

The low, relentless thump-thump-thump of the celebration outside was bleeding through the floorboards. I walked over to the wooden washbasin and plunged my hands into the freezing water. I splashed it over my face, my neck, and my chest, scrubbing my skin until it turned a raw, blotchy red. I wanted Torin’s pathetic, panicked sweat off me. I wanted the smell of his cheap lavender oil completely gone.

And somehow, just knowing that he’s on the other side of the door makes this a little easier to endure. I sit with my back against the cool bathroom wall, waiting patiently for the nausea to loosen its grip on me. My breathing slows, the worst of it passing. My body still feels drained, but at least my stomach has stopped turning. When I finally feel steady enough, I get to my feet and walk over to the basin. The faucet groans faintly as I turn it on, and I rinse my mouth thoroughly with cold water, followed by a sharp burst of minty mouthwash. I splash a little water on my face, patting my cheeks with my hands, trying to make myself feel human again.