Novel & Cerita Mouthwashing X Reader

The only sounds were water on metal, the occasional hiss of a cleansing rune activating, and low, involuntary winces. An eye‑lens blinked in the ceiling, watching. Of course it did. Jax whistled low. “Communal showers. Love that for us.” He shot me a sideways look. “Do you want a pod, or are you good with the rinse‑and‑stare package?” “Rinse is fine,” I said, trying to keep my voice level. My clothes clung unpleasantly. Blood—monster and maybe some of ours—stiffened the fabric at my sleeves and hem. My hair felt tacky against the back of my neck.

I felt my dick grow harder. “Now, I’m going to wash you,” I said as I pushed Zara against the cold shower wall, she let out a gasp. I grabbed the body wash and squeezed a generous amount onto my hands. I started to wash Zara’s body, starting from her shoulders, I massaged her shoulders as she let out a soft moan. I continued to wash her body, her breasts, her nipples. Zara arched her back as I rubbed her nipples, I could not help but bend down and take one in my mouth.

POV Millie I slowly rip off my clothes one by one while X watches me, if I go any slower I think he’ll start panting before me. I strip off my underwear, ending the show but just beginning another. “Fuck baby, I want you so bad,” X says while stroking the hardness in his pants just dying to be freed. “Then what are you waiting for?” I ask and open the door to the shower, letting myself in and turning the water on. “Oh god…” he says as if he may just die here on the bathroom floor. I turn around allowing the hot water to wash over me. I hear him rush to get off his clothes and I inwardly smile to myself. He promptly lets himself in, god, this man is so unbelievably sexy. How did

The side effect to this one would be an increase in my beast's rage, but he was determined to try it. Quickly, I uttered a soft prayer and gulped the contents down. "Yuck" It tasted like dirty water and smelt like ten days' cabbage water which tainted my breath. I brushed my teeth about five times and even after using the mouthwash, I could still smell the stench on my breath. Guess, I will keep everyone at a distance tonight.

To my delight, I pulled my robe and rushed to the bathroom. I turned the water heater on and did a quick shower. I just couldn't bear to have Eric's handprints on my body. Proceeding to the sink afterward, I brushed my teeth a lot of times, desperate to wash off the trails of his kisses inside my oral cavity. Still not contented with just a toothpaste, I gargled several times with a mouthwash. "Red, why are you taking so long?" Eric knocked on the door, but after a while of not answering, he slid the glass door and went inside. I also hurried to sit on the toilet bowl.

I staggered to the sink, opened the faucet, and washed my mouth. When I felt as though the taste hadn't really moved out of my mouth I searched for the mouthwash and gurgle it in my mouth for longer than necessary. "Come on Mia. I'm about to piss myself!" Austin whined in impatience. He sounded as though he plastered his mouth to the door. I spat out the mouthwash. "Just," I clenched my eyes shut and then opened them to stare at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like shit.

She said with a frown, a pout adorned her features as she whimpered once more, reaching for a sponge and soap. Slowly and purposefully, Morana lathered the sponge and dragged it down her body, from her shoulders, past one plum breast, until it disappeared in the water, all the while never taking her eyes off him. The little minx knew just how much she was provoking him, smirking when she heard him groan, she lathered the soap in her hair and washed it out.

Breakfast never crossed anyone’s mind. Eventually we peeled ourselves apart—bodies protesting every movement—and stumbled toward the bathroom. The shower stall was tiny, barely big enough for two, let alone three, but we crammed in anyway. Hot water hit my skin like a shock, washing away the crust of dried come and sweat in long, steaming rivulets. Soap suds slid over my breasts, down my stomach, between my legs. Jaxon’s hands followed the bubbles, soaping my back, then sliding around to cup my breasts from behind. Rylan pressed in front, kissing me under the spray while his fingers slipped between my folds, spreading the slickness that had nothing to do with soap.

Holding her milk. I hadn’t realised how painful my breasts could be, or how full. They are like two mini melons with how swollen and hard they are. Khai helps me wash, the running water ridding the dirt to the floor before he reaches out with some soap to bubble against my skin. The wonderful smell of lavender and honest filling my nostrils as we clean the muck and debris from ourselves. And with his hand roaming my body comes a need so deep that I can’t help but sighing.

In the end, we split up to do our own thing. I was in the kitchen washing his hair, humming a tune as I washed. The live chat was horrified by the scene. 【Seriously, they’re made for each other. Only a complete lunatic would act this calm while washing a ghost’s head.】 They didn’t understand that, for someone as nearsighted as me, it just felt like washing a large, fuzzy, black watermelon. Then the “watermelon” spoke. “You seem to be in a good mood.”