Mouthwashing X Reader Novels & Stories

I looked away being shy of the way he stared at me You look pretty risssa “ he whispered as he began to wash my body . I close my eyes to enjoy the touch of him On my body . I couldn’t even imagine that I was naked with this man . I didn’t know how long we took our shower , but when I saw how hard his covk was , I went down on my knees and took them into my mouth . I heard him groaned softly as I began to gag my head up and down on his dick . I didn’t know if it was because of how good I was doing it , but he kept groaning softly and the way he groaned sounded like music to my ears .

Ben is in the shower stall beside me bitching about the odor which is putrid. "Damn man I still smell them",he fusses at me. "I don't know how people let themselves go that bad and not want showers",I fuss back. "I feel sick man",he gags. "Scrub yourself a few time brother, I wash again, use the mint bodywash it helps",he scoffs as he washes. I'm sick of this I really am but I feel they will be back and most likely with more tweaked out members. I wonder what he used to create a drug that got werewolves addicted to it because it takes a massive dose to sedate us. I wash again as I think this over.

"Solana?" Nigel didn't answer, already flushing. He gently helped me up, pressing a small bottle into my trembling hand. Mouthwash. I didn't argue. I gagged as I swished it, the sharp mint burning my tongue, my throat still raw from retching. I barely managed not to throw up again. Nigel passed me a towel, dabbing gently at my mouth when my fingers fumbled. "Easy," he murmured. Then he helped me out of the bathroom. I froze.

I marched straight to the wash basin near the corner of the room. The water in the ceramic pitcher was ice-cold, a thin sheet of frost actually clinging to the rim, but I didn't care. I dumped the entire bowl full, grabbed a rough linen cloth, and scrubbed my skin until it was raw and screaming pink. I scrubbed my mouth where his lips had bruised mine. I scrubbed my neck, my collarbone, and the silver Luna mark until the phantom heat of his fangs was drowned out by freezing water and harsh friction. I scrubbed until the smell of him was entirely gone, replaced by the sharp, medicinal sting of lavender soap. Then, I took the torn nightdress and the ruined robe, wadded them into a tight ball,

I took the metal plate from his hands, but the piping hot metal stung my skin so badly that I quickly set it down on his tiny dining table, which only had two wobbly wooden chairs placed around it. Tristen turned around and handed me a tin cup filled to the brim with fresh water. "I really don't have any extra toothbrushes lying around here for guests," he stated, pointing his finger toward a small wooden shelf in the corner. "But you can use that water to wash your face, and there is a bowl of raw salt sitting over there. Trust me, salt cleans the mouth a hundred times better than modern toothpaste anyway. Just make sure you focus on thoroughly scrubbing your tongue with your fingers."

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.”

Zahra's POV Xander grabs another washcloth, adds some body wash, and starts washing under my arm on his side. Almost in tandem, both cloths disappear under the water and begin moving over my sides, my stomach, my breasts, and lower. This should feel so wrong, but it doesn’t. Somehow, it feels right.

I groaned out when the minty flavor coated my teeth and tongue , it felt good to have some thing clean in my mouth after all those days. Never thought that a menial thing as brushing my teeth would hit me hard with such relief. Never would have thought of myself sold to werewolves too. It all happened mysteriously just like l lost my baby. After some time, l stood under the shower ,the water was warm but l groaned when it hit my sore muscles. Every part of my body was aching me. ****

I turned on the water, letting out whatever was left in my stomach until it felt like there was nothing left. Snatching my brush from the counter, I swirled it in a dance with toothpaste, the minty swirls foaming as I vigorously cleansed my mouth. Brushing my teeth after puking always seemed to ease the urge to puke more. When I was done, I washed my face and left the bathroom, to meet a worried Xander standing a few feet away, still in the same shirt that had my puke all over it.