[NSFW Literature] [M4M] Here, Let Me Help You Unwind [Established Relationship] [Vanilla] [Soft, Caring, Sweet, Intimate, Sensual] [Neck Kisses] [Shoulder Massage] [Balls Massage] [Intimate Handjob] [Bringing You To An Orgasm] [Sweet]

Coffee Mugs, I give you my first dive into written NSFW work! 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!

(And don't worry, to all of my transmasc listeners, I am working on M4TM rewrites as I speak!)

This story uses he/him pronouns and assumes the listener has a penis

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 towards 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. 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, sweetie. 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 collarbone. 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 collarbone.

“…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. 

“Would having your balls played with help you feel a little better, sir?”

You nod as you feel his hands slide into your underwear, slight relief passing over you as you feel him slide his fingers down your to the base of your shaft before cupping you in his hands. 

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 you. You feel soft waves of pleasure pass through you as he holds you in his hands, gently resting them in his palms while slowly rubbing them up, down… around… so gently and carefully. Sudden pulses of pleasure stimulate from the way he’s massaging your sensitive balls, and your breathing intensifies. You feel blood beginning to flow through your body, heat building up as you can feel your erection beginning to rise. He laughs and kisses you on the cheek. You feel his own erection underneath you, beginning to grow larger, pressing against your lower thigh. “Does that feel good, sweetie?”

You nod. “Can you go… a little higher, please?”

“Sure”

One of his hands slides up to your penis, and he takes you in his soft palms, beginning to slowly slide up and down along the length of your erection. The pleasure grows even stronger as his hands 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.

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

You feel his grip tighten just a little bit, and you stifle a soft grunt as something comes out… You feel Ash’s thumb press against your tip, rubbing the very edge. You can feel it; slick, wet precum is beginning to flow out. “Hey, baby?”

“Hm-?!” It's all you can manage.

“Would you like me to give you a handjob?”

Your body is shaking now, the excitement building as one hand wraps around the shaft of your penis, just below the head. The other continues to rub your balls, carefully applying just the right amount of pressure to get you more and more worked up as a hot, damp feeling begins to intensify. 

“…Yes.”

”Yes, what? Use your words, baby.”

”Yes, please.”

He kisses you on the cheek again. “Good boy… as you wish.”

You feel the hand holding your erection begin to slide up and down. 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 hands running over you, each motion bringing with it an almost overwhelming feeling of bliss and pleasure. His hand could reach angles yours couldn’t, and he had gotten very good at figuring out how you liked to be touched the most. You feel him stroking you in different motions, at different speeds. Sometimes he’d be firm and fast, other times he’d stroke you slowly, gently, gradually getting faster before slowing down again, giving you a moment to feel every tantalizing second of pleasure as he slides along the length of your cock. 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 in your boyfriend’s lap as he holds you with such care and love as his hands run all around you, the problems you’d been dealing with all day seem like such a distant, irrelevant memory.

Finally, the pleasure becomes almost indescribable. Your body jolts and twitches about as you hear his hands making wet, squishy sounds as your precum has soaked them. 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, and whispers back; “Are you ready to cum, sir?”

You nod and look down as you see him pull your underwear down, and the air of the room brushes against your very erect penis. His hand around your balls begins to lift them with steady force before gently lowering them again, rolling them around like a rowboat in repeated second-and-a-half-motions. All the while, his other hand begins to pick up speed, wrapping you firmly and causing you to feel every single motion he makes as his hand strokes you under the head. Your breathing turns to panting, 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 hands rubbing and stroking all over you, the repeated intimate motions causing pulses of pleasure to run through your body. You look down again. Something about seeing him holding you, stroking you like this 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. An orgasm…

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 god…”

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?”

“Oh god, yes…”

“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.”