John X Reader: Shark Week"Hmmpphhm" Tossing and turning in your comfortable bed, there was a weird off-put about it, seemed a bit...Moist.
Since when were beds supposed to be moist? Usually your pillow was coated with your drool, but surely that must have dried by now. With a unsatisfied grunt you opened your groggy ||E/C|| eyes to look over at the clock that illuminated the few feet around it.
1:26 in the morning. Great. You flopped over back onto your side, goddammit mind, let me sleep.
Surely you have better things to do, like dream about buckets then to wake me up this fu- wait, moist bed. Right. You spazzed out and managed to flop your sheets off of yourself, you looked at the blood coated area around your crotch and let out a irritated groan. Mother nature, why.
Why do you do this to us genuine females, surely I will have to get Pan-senpai and whack you upside the head.
You unwillingly rolled out of your bed, flopping against the cool ground. It's so comfortable right here, maybe you'll just...