[NSFW Literature] [M4TM] Here, Let Me Help You Unwind [Established Relationship] [Vanilla] [Soft, Caring, Sweet, Intimate, Sensual] [Neck Kisses] [Shoulder Massage] [Intimate Fingering] [Bringing You To An Orgasm] [Sweet]

Coffee Mugs, I give you my first dive into written NSFW work, rewritten for transmasc listeners to enjoy! As with some of my previous transmasc/fem rewrites, I'm still getting the hang of appropriate terminology when writing things like anatomy and genitals, so I'm open to any feedback in the comments! Your help would greatly benefit rewrites later down the line!

My goal is to write out some loving, intimate stories that provide the same blend of spicy but sweet that my audios are known for! It was a lot of fun to try writing a story rather than a script (heck, 'you' even get to speak now!), so you can expect to see more of these popping up now and then!

This story uses he/him pronouns and assumes the listener has a vagina and wears a binder

Ding

Clocked out.

You close your eyes for a moment and can’t help but let out a heavy sigh. What a day…

You’ve been working almost since you got up. ‘Got up” is a bit of a generous overstatement since you only got to sleep for around 2 or 3 hours. 

Your entire body aches. You just want to go home now.

You begin gathering all of your things, taking out your phone and checking it quickly as you do. Two missed notifications: One from Asher, your boyfriend. It’s a message from this morning. You hadn’t even gotten a chance to check your phone all day. 

A twinge of guilt passes through you as you realize he has probably been expecting a reply since you got up. You remember seeing him fast asleep next to you, truly envious that he had the day off and got to sleep in while you were getting dragged out of bed for a 12-hour work day.

You open the message. 

“Hey sweetie, woke up a bit too late and realized you were gone before I even got to say bye. I’m sorry… I wanted to wish you luck today, I know this was the shift you were dreading. I promise I’ll give you the biggest hug when you get back! ❤️”

Your heart flutters a little, and you unconsciously smile, reading over the message. You quickly type back, “Thank you Ash. Sorry, just got to check my phone. I just finished. Probably be home in about 15 minutes.”

He types back almost immediately. He must not be playing games right now.

[Received] “You survived! :D”

[Sent] ”Barely…”

[Received] “Oh shit… was it bad?”

[Sent] “Yeah… I’ll be honest I feel like I’m going to pass out… I could use a hug when you get back. If that’s okay…”

[Received] “Ofc honey, anything you need <3”

“Drive safe”

20 Minutes Later

It’s late… The moon is high in the sky by now.

Exhausted, you move onto the front step of your house. Your arms and legs feel like lead as you try to reach for your keys, somewhere in the pockets of your work clothes. As you go to fit them into the lock, your hand slips, and you drop, causing them to fall to the ground with a loud CLANG

You have to stop yourself from screaming in frustration. It’s such a minor inconvenience, but in a way, that just makes it worse. Everything else today was already so much, why do even the smallest things in your life have to go wrong?

You grab the keys and slam them into the lock, opening the door and stepping inside, closing it behind you. The house you share with Asher is dimly lit, the entry hallway illuminated only by one lamp on a small table by the shoe rack. You kick off your work shoes and walk down the hall towards the living room. 

You expect to find Asher there, but the living room is empty. There’s a crumpled blanket on the couch, so you know he was at least here recently.

That’s when you feel two familiar arms wrap from behind you around your waist, holding you in a soft but immensely comfortable embrace. Asher presses his face between your shoulder and neck, exhaling softly as you feel him plant a warm kiss. You feel the tension in your body melt away slightly as he whispers in your ear, “Welcome home, darling.”

You drop your arms and turn to face him, leaning against his chest as he wraps you in a tight hug. You want to say something, but all you can manage is a long, droning noise between a sob and a groan, taking all of your willpower not to start crying as the weight of your whole day comes crashing down on you. Asher reaches a hand up and pets your head, running his fingers through the strands of your hair as you remain in his hug for a few moments of silence.

Finally, you managed a muffled “Thank you…”

He smiles and kisses your forehead. “You look exhausted, honey.”

”Thanks… I feel worse.”

“I’m sorry you had a bad day, sweetheart… here…”

You feel Asher put his hand on your shoulder as he supports your weight, leading you toward your shared room.

“…you’ve done enough today, sweetie. Let me help you unwind.”

Having someone else support all the weight and tension you’ve been carrying with you all day feels amazing. You practically melt into Asher’s arms as he takes you into your room and sits himself down onto your bed, adjusting you to comfortably sit in his lap while still supporting you.

“Do you want me to help you out of your work clothes?”

”Yes, please…”

You feel Asher’s hands slip under your collar and touch your bare skin, peeling the sweat-stained clothes from your shoulders. 

“Arms up.”

His hands move down to your waist, and your shirt is pulled off of you. You feel the sting of the air meet your skin as the feeling of your work uniform constantly pressing against you is alleviated and relief passes over you. You didn’t even realize your clothes were stuck to you like that. 

You suddenly become very self-conscious about how stinky you must be. 

You take a quick whiff. Sure enough, you smell like sweat, and your skin is all red and a little itchy. The deodorant you had put on this morning has long since worn off.

“Oh… I’m so sorry, Ash, I probably smell like a wet dog. I should probably take a shower before we-”

“Shh”

You feel a hand touch your cheek as Asher turns you towards him. His lips meet yours, cutting you off mid-sentence. He pulls away and smiles. 

“You smell fine, honey. Don’t worry about it.”

You feel his hands against your shoulders as he begins to give you a massage. 

“Binder stays on?” he asks.

“Yeah, for now.”

“Sure thing.”

You close your eyes for a second, trying your best to stifle sudden instinctive soft grunts while he works his way through the different tension centres in your upper body, most of which you didn’t even know you had. You know those get him excited, those little noises you make when he gives you massages or when you have your intimate nights together and he runs his hands over your body. And right now, you’re worried about getting him excited when you’re too tired to do anything to make him feel good… There was no worse feeling than that…

“…Are you sure?”

“I promise. You’re not going to bother me. If anything, I’m super proud of you...”

You feel him kiss your neck again. A soft sigh escapes you, and you tense up for a second before letting the tension go as he works his way up and down your shoulders. 

“…because my big strong baby has worked very hard for both of us today, dealing with the worst shift of his life to bring us home so much money. You’ve had a terrible day, haven't you?”

You nod, melting against his hands as you feel every ounce of tension dissolving. “Yeah…”

“Darling, do you want me to take care of you tonight?”

You hesitate… the offer sounds REALLY nice right around now, you won’t lie. But…

“…I want to, baby… I really do…”

You turn your head to the side towards him, your eyes watering for some reason…

“…but I’m exhausted. I wouldn’t be able to do anything for you.”

”That’s okay. You don’t have to.”

“But I’d feel guilty leaving you out…”

“You’re not leaving me out, honey. Don’t worry about that, this isn’t about me…”

He leans in close to your ear, causing you to instinctively tilt your head to the side as he gets close to you. You feel his left hand working its way down your arm before sliding underneath and resting on your waist. In a low, resonant voice, he whispers;

“…tonight can be all about you, sir. Do you want me to make you feel good after the day you’ve had?”

A thousand volts of lightning pass through your body. You open your mouth to speak as you feel his warm breath against your ear, his hands gently running along your body, tracing two fingers up and down your waist.

“…Yes.”

”Do you want me to help you relieve some stress, baby?” He quietly and deeply whispers in your ear again.

You nod. “Mhm.”

“Would you like me to make you cum?”

“…Please.”

He smiles.

“Good boy.”

Asher plants a kiss on your cheek, and you can’t help but let out a soft moan as his hands run down your body, down to your thighs. 

“Want me to tease you down here, sir?”

You nod as you feel his hands slide into your pants and rub against your underwear, tracing his fingertips against the insides of your thighs and above your most sensitive spots…

You remember how intimidated he had gotten the first time he tried to caress you down there. He was taking it so slowly and carefully, afraid of hurting you. It was annoying, but in a cute, endearing kind of way. You had needed to stop and give him an awkward demonstration of how you liked to touch yourself so he knew what pace to take you at. “Oh… huh. For some reason, I expected it to be way more difficult than it actually is.” He had said. You had both laughed. It was a good memory.

And now, years later, you’re sitting in his lap as he tenderly plants kisses on your neck and lovingly caresses your legs and waist. You feel one hand run up and down your side, barely touching you as your body shivers against his touch, but in the best way possible. You feel him gently nibble on your neck as his other hand rubs you through your underwear some more. Your body feels so hot now, especially between your legs…

He laughs and kisses you on the cheek. You feel his erection underneath you, beginning to grow larger, pressing against your lower thigh. “Does that feel good, sweetie?”

You nod. “Can you go… a little lower, please? A little harder?”

“Sure”

You feel him rub against you properly now. The pleasure grows even stronger as his fingertips hit at just the right spot. It feels so sensitive now, and his touch against you is only making the feelings of pleasure grow even stronger. You close your eyes for a second, stifling a soft grunt as for a moment you almost feel something come out.

You put your hand against his, both of you mutually touching yourself as you melt into his lap.

Your body feels so hot now, especially between your legs…

It happens so quickly. One moment, you’re stifling your soft moans, holding his hand and basking in the pleasure… and then the next, your body heats up as an indescribable wave of pleasure washes over you. You let out a heavy gasp as you feel the incredible sensation of your orgasm wash over you. After a few moments, you grab his other hand and collapse into his lap. You realize he’s still rubbing you.

“Whoa, baby, hold on, hold on…”

He stops and holds you in his lap with both hands. “Oh, sorry! Are you okay, baby?”

“Nono, you’re fine! I just… came.”

“Oh! So that’s what that was? Haha, do you want me to stop then?”

“No, it’s fine… I can go for another round. Just… gimme a second.”

He wraps his hands around you and kisses you on the cheek. It feels nice, panting in your boyfriend’s lap while he pampers you like a prince. 

After a few minutes of cuddling, you open your eyes, looking up at him.

“Okay… do your thing.”

“You got it, sir.”

You feel his free hand slide down your waist, stopping just above your hip. His fingertips brush against your sides, inching closer and closer to your thighs. Your body is shaking now, the excitement building as his fingertips move between your inner thighs, brushing against the outside of your underwear again. You feel him stroking you through them with one finger, running up and down your entrance as a hot, damp feeling begins to intensify. 

Then his fingers slip in. You can’t hold it back now; you’re letting out soft moans with each stroke, to which Asher kisses you again and smiles. “Good baby, that’s good.”

You feel his fingers sliding inside of you, each motion bringing with it an almost overwhelming feeling of bliss and pleasure. His fingers could reach places yours couldn’t, and he had gotten very good at figuring out where you liked to be touched the most. You feel him swirling around in different motions. Sometimes in circles, sometimes back and forth like a rowboat. Sometimes, he’d almost move into an angle you enjoyed before stopping right at the very edge, letting you bask in his playful teasing for a bit… then going all the way, the sensation amplified by the few brief tantalizing moments of teasing beforehand.

You feel good. Wonderful even. Melting as he holds you with such care and love as his fingers rub inside of you and his hand supports your body… the problems you’d been dealing with all day seem like such a distant, irrelevant memory.

Finally, the pleasure becomes almost indescribable again. Your body jolts and twitches about as you hear his fingers making wet, squishy sounds now that they have been lubricated enough. You turn to him, trying to look him in the eyes as you whisper to him that you’re close. Very, very close. 

Asher nods, smirking playfully as he whispers back; “Want me to jerk you off?”

You smirk back and nod, looking down as you see his thumb reaching up, about to touch against your most sensitive spot. He pauses, flicking his thumb close to you once… twice… then you feel it press against you and begin to rub. Your smirk melts into an expression of bliss, your breathing turns to panting, and your moans become heavier. You almost instinctively try to stop yourself, feeling embarrassed at the sounds you’re making. But you remember what Asher had said to you the first time you had ever done something like this before;

“I want this to be a safe place for us both… so please, never feel embarrassed around me when we do something like this. I love seeing this side of you.”

And so you let it out. 

It happens so quickly. You feel his fingers sliding in and out of you, his thumb rubbing against you, causing pulses of pleasure to run throughout your body. You look down again. Something about seeing him touch you like that makes you get even more excited. You feel it building, building, building… and then…

“Cum for me, baby.”

Your head tilts back as you let out one last cry of pleasure, and you feel your entire body light up. Another orgasm… this one so much stronger than before…

Your legs twitch. Your arms go rigid. The sensation is incredible, amplified by his presence and the position you’re in. You feel him lean against you, supporting you to make sure you don’t fall over. 

The moment lasts maybe about 6 or 7 seconds, but you bask in every single second of it…

Then… your body goes limp. Asher puts his hands on your waist and eases you onto your back as you lie back in bed. Your breathing slows, and you let out a long sigh.

”Ooooooooooh my… Thank you for that… oh my…”

He laughs and lays down next to you, resting his forehead against your temple as he wraps you in a side-spooning hug.

“Haha, did I do alright?”

“Ahhhhh, yeah, I think I did.”

“Glad I could help… it sounded like you needed that.”

”I did… I really, really did.”

You roll over and wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. He leans into you, holding you close. “Can we just stay like this for a little bit?” You ask.

He puts his hand on your head and begins petting you. 

“Sure, baby.”