Novel & Cerita Mouthwashing X Reader

“Sounds like a weird ad on the internet.” She smiled, though he couldn’t see it, and let her thumbs slide gently behind his ears, kneading the base of his skull. She was careful to keep the water angled away from the bandaged shoulder, reaching across his chest to brace herself lightly as she rinsed the lather with a handheld stream. Suds slid down his neck, trailing across his collarbone and dripping from his chest in slow, lazy streaks. He let out a quiet sound, something in between a sigh and a groan.

I ask my wolf, who has been silent until now. [It’s not like you guys are going to do anything sexual. Just treat it like sleeping with a female friend or something. He even mentions his sleep quality is better.] “You’re right.” I bury my face in my palms. “I’m reading too much into it. I can’t be selfish. If it helps him, then why not?” After making up my mind, my mood brightens. I head to the bathroom to clean up and brush my teeth. I haven’t hit him with mouth odor, have I?

I hated looking like a victim. I turned on the brass faucet. The water rushed out, hot and steaming. I grabbed a thick white washcloth from the marble counter, soaked it under the running water, and brought it to my face. I scrubbed hard. Too hard. I dragged the rough cotton over my cheeks, my forehead, my neck, trying desperately to scrub away the smell of the smoke and the lingering echo of that Russian voice mocking me through the ventilation grate. My chest heaved. I gripped the edges of the marble sink so tightly my knuckles turned completely white. I bent my head, staring down at the swirling gray water draining away, trying to pull oxygen into my burning lungs without sobbing aloud.

My toothbrush is in the drawer beside Moon's, and I thoroughly brush my teeth and rinse out my mouth. I'm never drinking again. The water burns my scrapes, but I don't care. I wash from head to toe, including my hair. I feel horrible and that doesn't change as I stand under the water and let it pound down on me. I have no idea how long I remain like this, but I finally realize I'm delaying the inevitable. I leave the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Moon's bathrobe is lying on the bed and I slip it on. He's sitting in a chair across the room when I come out. He's wearing jeans and a black T-shirt.

At least, she believed me. “Ugh. Isn’t that like the storyline of every erotica you read?” She asked, ushering me to her room. “You promised to eat with me. Let’s eat. I hope you washed your hands.” She looked down at my hands with clear disgust. She could be a germaphobe. “They’re dry. Did you wash them?” “Yeah. I washed them a long time ago but just kept standing here reading the book. That’s how interesting it is.” “Let’s go.”

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