Mouthwashing X Reader Novels & Stories

On the counter beside the sink, neatly folded towels and small bottles of shampoo and body wash awaited me, their clean, floral scent a reminder of how desperately I needed them. Stripping off Axel's jacket, I tossed it onto the floor and grabbed the new toothbrush sitting on the counter. For the first time in what felt like days, I allowed myself the luxury of slowness. Each stroke of the toothbrush over my teeth was methodical, each swish of mouthwash a small victory. I even took my time flossing, savoring the strange normalcy of it.

My mind was too busy to worry about my nudity. "Shall I wait out here for you?" Tilda asked as she opened the door to the shower for me, gesturing towards the small bench. I nodded, sighing with relief once I realized that there was somewhere I could sit. My legs were going to give out any moment. "Be careful about getting your wound wet. Keep the soap out of it." Tilda shut the door behind me, and I collapsed down onto the bench and allowed the warm steamy jets to hit my body. It felt incredible, and I craned my neck to stop the water hitting my bandaged mark. I breathed in the steam, allowing my sinuses to open up, and I let out a small splutter as I began to wash myself with the soap that

He grumbled against my neck, noting every subtle curvature and delicate feature. “Because that’s what normal people do, Xaden. They wake up and they wash their mouths.” I could hardly keep up with my words as I blurted them out all over the place. I tried to pull away, I wouldn’t be able to resist him for much longer. He pulled me back.

Although my teeth clacked, Max grabbed Dove soft soap out of his bag and rubbed his hands together under the water that was slowly warming up. "Arms up." He went all the way up and down my body, covering me and my private bits in bodywash. "Arms down." I knocked my arms against the walls. It was a one person shower. Clean enough. But basic and small. I don't think the Alpha of a werewolf pack would imagine he would play shower curtain.

I didn't put on a lot of makeup and the make-up was still bearable, but I really wanted to wash everything off and, hoping that the waterproof mascara would be super waterproof, I thoroughly lathered my face, hair and body. The two-in-one men's shower gel had a pungent smell and was unpleasantly cold, but where could one go if the smell of a wolfhound had to be washed off before going home to her husband. Hands lay on my shoulders and began to gently massage them and my neck. It was expected that Grisha would come, although he could have shown more delicacy. After all, I wasn't a whore, and not being able to stand up for myself didn't make me easily accessible to all of his fantasies, even a

I glance back over my shoulder and find that he is staring a hole through my back. “Uh, Bellamy?” I ask hoarsely. Turns out vomiting is hell on your throat. Actually my mouth tastes awful. “I’m not totally sure what I’m supposed to be doing. Well, I don’t know what you want.” He admits. “Well, right this second, I’d like you to pass me the mouthwash.” I answer, partly because, well… I want the mouthwash, and partially because I’m stalling. I reach out blindly behind me and Bellamy places the bottle of mouthwash in my hand. I almost drop it, plastic bottle plus water equals klutziness. The spearmint liquid somehow burns and cools my mouth at the same time as I rinse it out. I catch a little w

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.

A funky bitter taste invaded my taste buds making me wanna throw up whatever was left inside. Rushing to the sink, I gurgled with water to get rid of the taste. To my luck, I found a mouth wash in the corner cabinet and gurgled more, finally dimming the bad flavor. Leaning on the sink, I breathed hard and looked into the mirror, the alcohol clearing a fraction of my system. The wound marks on my face that Nola so expertly concealed under layers of makeup were beginning to peek through the sweats, and it made me think.

I smirk to myself as I rub it over my body, wondering if he'd be mad about this too. I step out of the shower and reach for the towel, dragging it over my body. I pat myself dry, then wrap my hair up and squeeze out the heavy weight of water clinging to it. I don't have a toothbrush here but a bottle of mouthwash sits on the counter like a small mercy. I pop the cap, pour a swig, and the burn floods my mouth, making my eyes sting as I swish it around. I spit it into the sink, watching the blue swirl go down the drain before rinsing my mouth with a quick sip of water.

After that, she swallowed her saliva and started speaking. Her voice was hoarse and rough. "Y-You're awake. Does your head hurt? This is the warm water that I've prepared for you. Don't move. I'll wipe you down." Marcus was speechless. Without waiting for Marcus to reply, Mila sat by the end, wrung out the towel, and in an incredibly natural manner without any sense of shyness at all, she wiped Marcus' forehead for him. He had lost his ability to speak. Other than being in a daze, he only knew how to be in a daze! He did not even blink. Mila wiped his forehead and face very meticulously. She took care of Marcus like she was taking care of her own children and was simply extremely gentle. Aft