Sheets Will Wash - Ona Batlle x transmasc!oc Part 2.5

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by gaypasta712

by gaypasta712

After drying off, Ona quickly redressed in a pair of boxers, a sports bra, and sweats. Turning towards Liam, she asked, "would you like help, mi amor?"

"Sí."

"Okay," she said, "I grabbed a couple different options for you: your binder, a tight sports bra, a t-shirt, and one of my hoodies."

"Binder and hoodie, por favor?"

"Por supuesto".

She used his towel to finish drying off the top half of his body before grabbing his binder. "Me or you?"

"You."

She unzipped it before putting his arms through and zipping it back up. She grabbed the hoodie off of the counter, Liam raising his arms before being asked, and slipping it on over his head. "Muy bien," she praised. "Do you want to put something in?" she asked.

"¿Puedes hacerlo? I took the old one out already," he replied.

"Sure," she told him, grabbing a tampon from one of the drawers. She moved him onto the counter, clinically unwrapping and inserting the tampon into him before carefully wiping him and quickly washing her hands. "Todo hecho, amor."

Next, Ona grabbed the boxers she had set out for him and prompted his legs into them before standing him up to pull them up the rest of the way. "Packer?" she asked holding up the phallic object.

"No, I think I'm okay without it," he murmured.

"Okay, if you change your mind, estará aquí," she said, setting it on the counter. She grabbed the gray sweats she had set out for him and held them open for him to step into and pulled them all the way up. "¡Muy guapo!"

"Gracias amor, para todo," he conveyed, blushing.

"Let's get you some painkillers and then we can cuddle, sí?" Liam nodded his head in agreement, entered the bedroom and saw the unmade bed. Immediately he was filled with a sense of shame and embarrassment and started moving to make the bed until Ona announced, "I'll make the bed later, go get comfy on the couch. I'm going to start the laundry."

Liam gingerly made his way to the couch, heating pad clutched in his hands while Ona grabbed the clothes from the bathroom floor and the sheets to the laundry room, putting all of it into the machine. She stopped by the medicine cabinet to grab some painkillers and a drink for him before making her way into the living room where he had already pulled up their favorite movie on the TV.

"Cuddles, amor," he insisted, reaching out his arms towards her.

She smiled at him, "Valé."

A/N: hey, sorry for the lack of updates, life's been busy. Anyways, here's a couple short little things I came up with. Apologies in advance for probably bad Spanish - blame apple translate.