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Pressure Point

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x fem reader 

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex

WC: 6k

Summary: When you run into Toji Fushiguro for the first time in years, you find him in the most unexpected position: as your new massage therapist.

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“…So she wasn’t able to make it in today. I’m so sorry for the short notice!”

You sling your bag back onto your shoulder and rub your neck, masking your disappointment with a polite smile. 

“Oh…that’s a shame,” you say. You were really looking forward to your appointment today. Your usual masseuse is nothing less than an artist, and you’ve got plenty of knots to work out right now. “Well, when’s the next time she’s free?”

“Since you’re one of her regulars, I think we could work you in tomorrow…” the manager chirps, clicking at her computer. She takes a few minutes, clearly unfamiliar with the software. They’re really understaffed today. “But…oh! Actually, there is someone available to take you right now.”

“Oh?” You perk back up again, which is all it takes to strain your muscles. You wince just a bit. You really need some relief.

“Yes! He’s actually our top massage therapist. His new clients normally have to book him months in advance, but it looks like he had a cancellation today. I can go grab him, if you’re interested!”

You deflate just a little. Him? You’ve never seen a male massage therapist, and you weren’t planning to start today. Then your shoulder whines at you again, as if to protest your hesitation, and you’re rubbing at it before you realize it.

Well, if he’s really that good…

“Um. Sure,” you force out. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Not at all!” She springs to her feet and graces you with a polished customer service smile. “Please, have a seat. I’ll go let him know.”

“Thanks,” you mutter, a rush of nerves guiding your short, stilted steps to the nearest chair. You flop into it and try to reason with yourself. If you get uncomfortable, you can just leave. But he’s their top massage therapist. He obviously knows what he’s doing, and you really need—

“Nuh-uh. I don’t do walk-ins.”

A loud, gruff voice booms from the hallway, clearly audible through the thick waiting room door. Whoever’s speaking doesn’t seem to care about indoor voices. You have to strain to hear the manager’s response.

“She’s not a walk-in!” she argues. “She had an appointment, but Rei called out at the last minute.”

“Sounds like that’s Rei’s problem, then.”

After a few seconds of silence, you stand up. This sounds like more trouble than it’s worth. You can wait another day; you’ll just tell them you’ll reschedule. 

“Come on! This client’s been coming to us for years. We can’t lose her!” the manager pleads. 

“You can’t lose her. I’ll be just fine.”

Your lip curls in disgust as you hoist your bag over your aching shoulder. People book this guy months in advance? Whatever. You can just leave and call them later. But as you turn to walk out the door, you hear one last exchange.

“Ugh…how about this? I’ll give you a few extra days off next month.”

You pause mid-step. 

“…I want a week.”

“A week?”

“I’ve been working my fingers to the bone for you for God knows how long. I want a week, or I walk.”

Another long, heavy silence, but you’re still listening.

“…Fine. Fine. I’ll make it happen. Just go out there and be pleasant, alright?”

“I’m never anything but,” the gruff voice hums, and you can just barely hear the manager groan as the door flies open. The strap on your bag slides down your shoulder at the same moment, and you look down as you pull it back up with a grimace.

“You must be the one Rei stranded today. Nice to meet you. I’m—“

He freezes mid-sentence. When you finally look back up, you freeze, too.

“Toji…” you murmur.

You’ve lost count of the years it’s been since you and Toji Fushiguro parted ways. But you could go a century without seeing that face and still recognize it. The scar on his mouth, his fierce green eyes, his strong, chiseled frame…none of it’s really easy to forget.

But it’s his most unforgettable feature—his big, wolfish grin—that traps you in place when it’s clear he recognizes you, too.

“Well, well,” he croons, an irritating melody ringing in his voice as he holds the door open and extends his hand. “Come on back, ma’am. Last door on the left.”

You shuffle past him without so much as a “Thank you” and grip the strap of your bag tight. God, why did it have to be him? Out of all the people who could have walked out of that door, why him?

You step into the room he pointed you to and take it in with wide eyes. This is certainly a step up from your usual setup with Rei. It’s bigger, but the atmosphere is so much more intimate. Soft, ambient music drifts through the room. Candles flicker on select small tables lining the perimeter of the space, playing on the velvety flower petals artfully arranged on the floor and the massage table. It’s downright romantic.

But it’s the table itself, lying in the center of the room, that draws most of your attention. It’s plush and oversized, draped in crisp, clean linens and adorned with a fluffy duvet and a lavish pillow. It almost looks like it was made for sleeping instead.

And it looks…sturdy.

“So. Been a while since you up and vanished,” Toji says with little ceremony, shutting the door behind him. “What have you been—”

“So is this a sex thing? Is that what you do here?” you blurt out. He blinks at you, mouth falling slightly open, and crosses his arms.

“Wow. That’s the first thing you say to me in six years?” he rasps.

Six years. It’s been six long years. 

You blink back at him a few more times before you register what you just said, and you slap a hand to your mouth several seconds too late. 

“Uh—shit—” you stutter, your hand rising to slap your forehead. “I didn’t mean—” 

After some lengthy floundering, which he lets you do in perfect silence, your hands finally drop to your sides, and you heave a deep sigh.

“I just—this is a big bed—”

“You mean a massage table.”

“And apparently you’re the most requested guy here—”

“Because I’m a good massage therapist.”

“And you were a criminal the last time we talked!” you finish. Your voice rises a little more than you intended, and that goddamned knot in your shoulder spasms. You rub at it desperately and take a calming breath. 

Something like a low growl rumbles in Toji’s chest as he strolls over to the sink and washes his hands. 

“If I’m remembering correctly—and I am—you weren’t an upstanding citizen back then, either,” he flings back. He dries his hands, turns back around, and leans against the counter, looking you up and down. “At least my crimes were impressive.”

You set your bag on a nearby chair and scoff at him. “Yeah. So impressive I just couldn’t bear to live in your shadow anymore.”

“Cute,” he sneers. “You want the damn massage or not? Because you clearly need it.”

“Oh, like you can really tell—”

“Your right shoulder. That one’s obvious.” He pushes himself away from the counter and closes the distance between you with just a couple steps. “You keep rubbing at it like a maniac. But the way you’re standing right now tells me you have pain in your lower back, too. Right about…” He circles behind you, a shadow of a grin growing on his face before he disappears from your sight. You shiver when he rests a large, strong hand exactly where the small of your back hurts the most. “...Here.”

You spin back around and scowl at him. He holds his hands up in an innocent gesture.

“Yeah, those are my biggest problem areas,” you mutter. 

“Then let’s take care of ‘em,” he proposes, sauntering over to the door. “Believe it or not, I am a professional now. I take my clients seriously.”

His eyes glint when he turns the knob.

“Even petty thieves like you.”

Your blood pressure instantly shoots through the sky. 

“Don’t think I won’t—” you start, unsure of what vague threat you’re about to make, but he’s already halfway out the door.

“I’ll give you a few minutes to get undressed,” he nearly sings. “Start out face-down.”

And with that, he’s gone. The door shuts with a click, leaving every stupid knot in your back to tense up and scream even louder. You don’t even bother hanging your clothes on any of the hooks nearby, opting to pelt them to the floor instead. Infuriating. He’s infuriating. He’s every bit as infuriating as he was all those years ago, when you were just two delinquents among many wreaking havoc in town.

Back when you thought he was the sexiest, funniest, dreamiest guy on earth.

You smack some petals off the table before you settle under the sheets, lying on your stomach. Whatever. It’s not like the feeling was mutual. What did you even see in him back then, anyway? Other than the eyes and the muscles and the voice and the face and the—

Toji knocks on the door.

“You decent?” he calls from the other side. 

“No,” you sniff. “But I’m under the sheet. You can come in.”

He chuckles as he lets himself back in and promptly closes the door. You can only see his feet as he walks past you and stops at the counter, and he shakes a bottle.

“Alright. So, I know your shoulder and your lower back are your biggest problems right now, but I’ll find your other pressure points as we work,” he announces, instantly professional. “But first, I need to ask if you’ve got any areas I should avoid.”

“Nope,” you inform the floor. “It’s all up for grabs.”

He laughs again, and you curse yourself under your breath. What an atrocious choice of words. 

“Good to know,” he hums. Ugh. He sounds too pleased. 

Your heart skips as soon as he pulls the sheet down from your shoulders all the way to just above your backside. He gets straight to work, starting by feeling for tight areas.

“Yeesh. You’ve got trigger points all the way down your back,” he marvels. “It’s almost impressive.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” you sigh.

You have to admit it: even now, even as he just searches and assesses, his touch is divine. It must be thanks to those dexterous fingers, those powerful hands, his shocking familiarity with every part of the human body…

You squeeze your eyes shut in a desperate bid to push the thoughts out. Stupid. Stupid. What a stupid crush you had on him. You start talking just to fill your head with something, anything else.

“How’d you even fall into this line of work? It’s not—“ Your breath hitches when you hear him squeeze some oil onto his hands and rub them together. “It’s, um…just not a career path I ever thought you’d take.”

You can hear the grin in his response. “Would you believe me if I said I wanted to help people?”

You answer with some snorting laughter, which tells him enough.

“Thought not,” he sighs. “No point in lying, then.” His hands work their way to the rough spot on your shoulder, and you brace yourself. “Honestly? It’s good money. That’s all there is to it.”

“That I believe,” you answer, screwing your eyes shut when he starts working that knot. This is going to be a rough session, you just know it.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” he mumbles, genuine shock lining his voice. “What do you do these days?”

“I’m just an office worker,” you grunt. You take a deep breath when he digs in again. 

“An office worker and…what? A cage fighter? A trapeze artist? These are insane knots for an office worker.”

“I’ve got—phew—I’ve got really bad posture,” you mutter. You squirm under his movements. 

“Clearly. You must be hunched over 24/7.”

This time, you don’t answer him. Deep tissue massages can hurt, sure, but this is on a whole new level. You bear with him for about another minute before you wave him away.

“God, Toji, are all your clients masochists?!” you cry, glaring at the floor. You keep lying flat on your stomach, waiting for the pain to ebb away.

“…Some are,” he croons.

Your hands tense at your sides. “So it is—”

“I’m joking, damn,” he huffs. He switches to your other shoulder and, mercifully, handles it with a lot less pressure. “I mean, I’m sure some are. I wouldn’t know. People just come to me when they’ve got injuries and chronic issues. When it comes to that slow, painful deep tissue massage, I’m the best around.”

“Solving pain with pain,” you remark. He slides down to the middle of your back and digs into a spot just to the left of your spine. “That does sound right up your alley.”

“...I see you’ve still got a mouth on you,” he grumbles, and whether consciously or not, he pushes down especially hard. You suck in a breath and screw your eyes shut. “How’d you land a cushy office job with your attitude?”

“I learned when to keep my mouth shut,” you fight to answer, focusing on your breathing. “I was wondering the same thing about you, based on that conversation I heard in the hallway. Do you always talk to your managers like that?”

“Ha!” He pulls his hands away and rubs some more oil between them. “Only the ones who can’t afford to lose me. Business has been booming since I started here. And, damn, you should see the tips I get.”

“Tips?” you squawk, pushing yourself onto your elbows and staring up at him. “What do you mean, you get tips? What do you do to earn tips?”

“Um.”

Toji clears his throat and looks to the side. It’s only when he physically covers his eyes with his hand do you realize you pushed yourself so far up you nearly exposed your chest. 

“Oh. Sorry…” you mumble, flopping back down. Heat erupts on your skin. You’re really excelling at making an ass of yourself today.

“What’s with you?” he grunts. He presses a palm against that sore spot at the small of your back. “We’re allowed to accept tips here. Why are you so sure I’m just doing weird sex stuff?”

Before you can answer, he starts applying pressure to the spot. Lots of it. To your surprise, it actually feels…good. So in lieu of a response, you simply let out a groan that lasts a little too long. And just beneath it, just for a moment, you swear you can hear a pleased sound humming in him, too.

“Don’t tell me…” His thumbs rub the small of your back in slow, deep circles. “...you were hoping for it?”

Your eyes shoot open. But he pushes in again, granting you deeper relief, and you lose the will to snap back at him. Not when he’s finally easing all that tension.

“Are you disappointed I don’t offer any special services?”

“Gimme a break,” you manage to say. But that’s all you say before his hands slide down to your glutes. Over the sheet, of course, like a professional, and he’s stroking them like any professional massage therapist would. But that doesn’t change the fact that, in a less professional sense…his hands are still on your ass.

“Well, I don’t blame you,” he boasts. He slides a little lower. He’s…really working those glutes. “I know why I really get so many requests. I know why my tips are so great. I mean, just look at me—”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you spit, wriggling out of his hands and flipping onto your back. You’re careful to keep the sheet over your chest this time. “I heard enough of that for a lifetime back in the day.”

“Hey. I’m not done with your back,” he pouts, frowning at you.

“Can we come back to it later? You’re gonna break it at this rate.”

“Coulda just asked me to be gentler.” He lifts the sheet away from your left leg and takes your foot in his hand. “I can do that.” 

As if to prove his point, he uses a single thumb to gently stroke the inside of your arch. Exactly where it aches after a long day in heels. How did he know that was a sore spot, too?

“I listen to my clients,” he continues, stretching out your foot and sliding up your leg. He starts kneading the lowest part of your thigh, just above the knee. “Another reason why I end the day with so much extra cash.”

“I get it,” you mutter. “You have an awesome job and you make lots of money because you’re super hot. Congratulations.”

“Super hot, huh?” he whirs. “I mean, I know, but it’s nice to hear from that mouth you allegedly know how to keep shut.”

“Ugh.” You desperately try to focus your attention on the soothing motions of his fingers. “Can’t believe I used to have such a big crush on you.”

For a moment, for a fleeting, measly fraction of a second, his hands jerk. Then they pick back up as usual, gliding a little farther up your thigh. It takes him a few seconds to answer.

“Did you, now?”

Your brows furrow, but you keep your eyes closed.

“C’mon, Toji, it was so obvious,” you sigh. “There’s no way you didn’t know.”

“I really didn’t,” he says flatly. His fingers dig a little deeper into your skin. “We ran with a big group, remember? I…didn’t get to see you as much as I wanted to.”

You shift a bit under his touch. “As much as you wanted to?”

“...See? You didn’t know I had a thing for you, either.” 

His fingers linger on your thigh, rubbing the same spot over and over. Finally, you open your eyes. You sit up to rest on your elbows and look right at him. And in the dim, flickering candlelight, you take a moment to really study his face for the first time in six years. 

Six years that haven’t done much to age him, really. His jaw is still strong and sharp. The deep scar etched into his lip still hasn’t faded. His hands, which you’ve become very familiar with today, are still powerful, with veins and tendons that ripple just beneath the skin, with fingertips calloused but not rough. And his muscles are still toned and strong, if that tight black t-shirt has anything to say about it. 

“Well. What could have been, right?” you murmur. You glance to the side and let your head fall back onto the table; you can’t bear to hold eye contact any longer. 

After a long, tense moment, he pulls the sheet back over your left leg and moves to your other side.

“...Yeah. What could’ve been.”

He moves up your leg the same way he did the first, every knead and stroke therapeutic, but something feels different about his touch. It’s more…clinical. Truly professional now. Like you’re just any other client.

You fight the sinking feeling in your chest. The fact that he never showed he was interested in you stings a little, but that doesn’t matter anymore. There’s a reason you left the way you did. Toji wasn’t good for you, and you weren’t good for him. Nobody in that group you ran with was good for each other. You had to leave while you were still just a petty thief. Before you started racking up “impressive” crimes like him.

Toji’s still quiet as he pulls the sheet back over your legs and moves to the head of the table, settling on a rolling chair and scooting forward. You open your eyes again but look at nothing in particular. You don’t know what to look at. You don’t know what to say.

His hands slide under your shoulders, searching for that especially tight spot again. The moment he finds it, he digs in. You clench your teeth and bear it. Working out a knot can hurt. He’s doing his job. Just let him do his job. Just let him—

“Why’d you leave?”

Your eyes fly back open. His hands haven’t stopped working, but they have slowed.

“What?” you squeak.

“Why did you leave?” he repeats. You glance up and find him staring right back down at you, those deep green eyes glimmering even in the dim light. “Why did you just up and leave like that? No note, no nothin’?”

“Because…” You take a deep breath. It’s been a while since you’ve thought about those days. “Because I just couldn’t keep going like that. I couldn’t keep spending every day scoping out targets, planning which stores I’d hit next. I had to get out and make something of myself. I did it, and…look, you did it, too.”

“But why did you leave like that?” he carries on, his voice tinged with something close to desperation. “Why did you just disappear? Do you know how much that killed me? To just lose you like that, overnight, no explanation?”

You fight against a new sensation in your chest. It’s something rising, growing, gnawing. 

“Because if I’d said anything, you would’ve tried to make me stay,” you answer. 

“I couldn’t sleep at night wondering what happened to you.”

“You were the only one who could have made me stay.”

“When I could sleep, you were in my dreams.”

“You never needed me, Toji! You didn’t need me then, and you don’t need me now!”

“Fuck you for thinking that. And fuck you for just leaving.”

“Fuck you for making me think you wouldn’t care!”

He doesn’t respond to you before he flies to his feet, takes a breath, and walks back to the other end of the table.

“Lie back,” he says. “We’re not done with your massage.”

“Huh?”

“Lie back,” he repeats. “I’ve got some more pressure points to work out.”

“Uh…alright?” you mutter, and slowly, you settle back onto the table and stare at the ceiling. Goosebumps rise on your skin when he pulls the sheet back from one leg again, lifting it all the way to the top of your thigh this time. He squeezes some more oil onto his hands and rests his palm on your knee.

“Did you know you’ve got a lot of tension down here, too?” he asks, his voice low. 

“I mean, it wouldn’t surprise me. I’m tense everywhere.”

“You really are,” he confirms with a soft laugh. “Like…when I was massaging your legs, I kept feeling you tense up when I got around…” His fingers snake their way to your inner thigh. “Here.”

You suck in a breath. “Well, that’s a sensitive area, so…”

And you’re sure you’re tensing up now. But the heated exchange you just shared is still ringing in your ears. That would leave anyone tense, right? 

And it’s normal for your legs to part when they’re tense…right?

Your other leg has only moved a few inches away. But it’s a shift big enough for Toji to notice, and he glances down with a smirk.

“Is it, now?” he purrs. His fingers crawl a little higher up your leg. “Sensitive here, too?”

“Uh-huh…” you murmur, gripping the sheet below you. He’s reaching pretty far up. If he keeps going, it won’t be long before he finds out just how sensitive you’ve been from the moment he started touching you.

But you don’t stop him. You don’t want to.

“And how about—” he starts, but he stops himself when his thumb swipes across one part of your inner thigh a little too quickly. Like it slipped on something slick. 

Your eyes shoot over to him. Well, secret’s out now. But still…you were dripping that far down your leg? That’s almost embarrassing.

His expression, though, suggests he doesn’t think so.

“Oh…” he whispers with a heavy voice, a strained voice, a voice that tells you all professionalism just flew out the window. “I think I know where you’re holding a lot of tension.”

Your heart flutters when his fingers dance their way up to the source of all that tension, when his knuckles graze it with all the pressure of a feather. It starts to ache the same way it did for him years ago, when you thought he never had eyes for you.

“Think you can help me with it?” you invite, parting your legs a little wider.

That little smirk grows into the same wolfish grin he first greeted you with. One finger, one long, strong finger, circles your entrance and slides in. You’re melting and moaning in the same moment, relishing the new ferocity lighting up his eyes.

“I think I can,” he breathes, sliding his finger in and out, up and down. “A special service just for you, since you’re just so damn—” Another finger slips in to join the first. “—tight.”

He waits until he’s up to his palm before he curls both fingers upward, searching for that spot, the source of all that pressure inside you. It takes him all of a second to find it. He beckons back and forth, up and down. He spreads his fingers ever so slightly, settling on a pressure that commands all your attention to that area.

You whimper and close your eyes. There’s so much you want to say. You want to find out where he learned to do that. You want to tease him, ask him how much he’s practiced. But this moment would be better spent, you remind yourself, simply enjoying this instead. So you part your legs a little wider and let him demonstrate just how well he’s learned to use his hands.

He leans forward just far enough to let you glue your hands to his shoulders. As he does, his other hand comes down to push just above your pelvis, his palm grazing your clit, and that tension rises higher and higher.

Then he leans in a little more. Every flicker of the candles reveals a new detail you’d missed in his face before. Every night of sleep he lost. Every day he thought of you. Every test he faced to make something more of himself, just like you did. Your hands work their way up to cradle either side.

And that’s it.

His lips are on yours, and his fingers pump faster. You claim each other in a kiss six years overdue, a kiss so desperate and needy and vicious it nearly consumes you. His tongue finds its way into your mouth and explores it freely. His teeth dig into your lower lip, a gesture as rough as his massage, but it brings you nothing but pleasure.

Pleasure that grows and grows and grows with all that tension he’s working out of you, so close to releasing. Your eyes start to flutter; your nails sink into his shoulders; your walls clench tighter and tighter.

“There it is,” he murmurs, encouraging you to keep going. “Let it loose. Let it out. Let me feel you let it out.”

The palm he’d left on your stomach presses down a little harder, condensing all that pressure into a volatile ball. His fingers beckon your pleasure forward quickly, deftly, and you writhe when you feel your tension threaten to release all at once.

And it releases like an explosion, knocking your head back and pushing your back up from the table. You try to buck your hips, but his hold on your pelvis is so strong that you ride out your ecstasy between his hands instead. Your walls convulse around his fingers uncontrollably, which he holds in place until your tumultuous release fades to gentle ripples.

And when those, too, die down, he captures your lips in another greedy kiss.

“How’s that tension?” he asks with a sly grin.

“Hmm…” You hold a finger to your chin and pretend to think. “Better, but I think there’s still some left.”

Your eyes flick down to his pants, which do little to hide what kind of tension he might be feeling now, too.

“If you’re still up for helping me work it out, I mean,” you add, letting the rest of the sheet fall from your chest. He allows himself a brazen, longing glance at it before he stands back up and pulls his fingers out, making you jerk. 

“For such an important new client? Of course,” he hums. And like he just can’t help himself, he’s already slipping a thumb under the waistband of his pants. “If you could just get face-down again, ma’am.”

You giggle and flip back onto your stomach, tossing the rest of the sheet to the floor. Toji lets out a low whistle of appreciation when he finally sees you completely uncovered. 

“Goddamn,” he mutters. And that table proves just as sturdy as you imagined when it barely even jostles as he joins you on it, pushing your legs apart and settling between them on his knees. His hands roam across your body, drawing hard lines between your shoulders, down your back, up and across and around your ass. You turn your face to one side and rest it against the plush table, enjoying every movement of his skilled fingers.

“Goddamn, goddamn,” he repeats, just to really drive the point home. He keeps one hand on your ass while the other pulls itself away. A couple fingers slide up and down your slit, just long enough to make it tingle, and then…he’s lined up with your entrance. A wave of anticipation ripples through you, emerging only as a faint shiver.

“So. Here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna push down and push in,” he says, palming the small of your back. “Still gotta work out those knots, after all.”

“Wow. Truly dedicated to your craft,” you snicker. 

“Like I said, I’m a professional. Now, breathe in…”

“Huh? Why?”

“Just do it. Breathe in…”

You look back at him with a raised brow, but you do as he says and take in a deep breath.

“And out…”

You breathe out a lot more quickly than you were planning to when you start feeling pressure everywhere. His thumbs are digging into your back, stroking it in even circles. But he’s pushing into you at the same time, filling you out slowly, completely. The arousal that’s practically pooled inside of you lets him slide in easily, but it still takes a second to adjust to his size. Your face falls back onto the crisp linen sheet beneath you, your eyes closing and your lips parting as you embrace that delectable fullness.

“Good?” he asks behind you once he’s fully buried in you, and one hand slides back down to grab your ass. 

“Very good,” you confirm.

You and Toji groan in tandem when he pulls his hips back, dragging himself slowly along your walls, and pushes back in. The moment you relax around him, he thrusts a little faster. And faster, and faster, and faster, until he has to secure a hold on your hips. 

What a pro, you think to yourself with a smirk. How did he know? How did he know this was just the pressure you needed?

“Just when I was starting to forget about you,” he growls, snapping back against your hips. He doesn’t spare a single inch every time he drives himself back into you. Your jostle forward and bunch what you can of the sheets between your trembling fingers. “I was just starting to forget you, and you had to go and waltz back into my life. That’s just like you.”

Your answer barely comes out as anything more than a few pathetic whimpers. “Then maybe this time—fuck—you shouldn’t—”

His fingers bury themselves in your hips.

“Let me—”

He leans forward until his chest meets your back, his hot breath tickling the nape of your neck. His rhythm starts to falter.

“Go.”

Your words must spark some new flame in him. Because he’s pounding into you mercilessly now, driving deep inside you and hitting that perfect spot again and again. You whimper, you mewl, you muffle your groans against the pillow, and your walls start to flutter around his cock.

“You think I’ll let you go now?” he snarls, a low, rumbling sound that reverberates through your skin. “No. Not now. Not when I’ve finally got you like I’ve always wanted you.”

He plants ravenous, messy kisses against your neck. His teeth graze your shoulder, threatening to clamp down and make good on his claim.

Shit. You’re getting close again. Your groans rise until he has to hold a hand against your mouth. 

And you know you should keep it down, lest you ruin this good job he’s landed for himself. But you can’t stop a wordless cry from trying to push its way through his palm when that tension shatters inside you again, releasing wave after wave of ecstasy. He shudders and hisses behind you, his hips snapping and jerking and stuttering until he pulls out of you. His release lands on your back a moment later.

For a few seconds, neither of you say anything or move a muscle. You simply soak in the afterglow six years in the making, your ragged breaths overpowering the soft, ambient music. Then Toji finally breaks the silence with a simple remark: 

“Fuck.”

“Fuck,” you agree.

You stay on your stomach, eyes closed, as he pushes himself off the massage table and pulls his pants back on. 

“Just a sec,” he mumbles. You simply nod, lying motionless where you are as he wipes his mess off your back. “And…hour’s almost up. I’d like to keep working out your knots all day, believe me, but I do have a client coming in.”

You blink your eyes back open. For a moment, you wonder if you should say what’s on your mind. If this one-time reunion should stay a one-time reunion. But with or against your better judgment, you decide to voice what you really want, instead.

“I’ll just have to come back for another session, then, right?”

You flip back over and sit up to find him already grinning at you.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he chuckles as he finishes buckling his belt. He steps up to you and takes your face in his hands, rubbing a soothing thumb across your cheek. His eyes flick to your lips, and he steals one more long, hard, greedy kiss before he takes the dirty towel with him to the door. “...I’ll give you a minute to get dressed.”

When he shuts the door, you hop off the table onto shaky legs and fumble to put your clothes back on. You comb your fingers through your hair and adjust your skirt, ready to face the world after a truly satisfying…massage.

The manager’s still sitting at the front desk when you walk back into the waiting room. She looks up from her computer and greets you with a big smile.

“Wow, you look happy!” she pipes up. “I take it Toji took good care of you?”

“Yeah,” you say, hoisting your bag back onto your shoulder. Funny. He didn’t spend that much time on it, but it already feels so much lighter. “I feel great.”

Toji appears in the doorway, wiping his hands on a new towel, smirking at you and leaning against the frame.

“I’m so glad to hear that! So, did you want to—”

“Book her for next week,” Toji says so nonchalantly, like he’s just finished up an average session. The manager beams at you, clearly pleased that their center could make it up to you after their blunder today. Toji looks right at you, too, when he shares another note.

“She’s gonna be one of my regulars.”

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It was in the chambers of his eminence, Cardinal Copia Emeritus, that she would find solace on most nights. He was trustworthy, a friend to everyone, the easiest to come to for comfort in uncertain times. He knew well how to quell her nerves.

It started with just confessional, but only the afternoons where he would be on duty. He always knew just what to say. But when that wasn't enough, too little time in the day, she asked to meet him in his private domicile, for more personal, in depth chats. He obliged, of course, how could he refuse? Anything for this sweet, young Sister, whom he's grown ever so close to.

It was innocent, just chatting. Talks of anxieties, work stress, your average, day to day worries. The more he prodded for her to open up, the more she did. The talks progressed into that of her love and sex life, or rather, her lack thereof. She hadn't laid with another warm body in quite some time now. Her insecurities and low self-image depleted her sex drive, and her lack of confidence made it so she was mortified of the idea of anyone seeing her nude. Now, the Cardinal couldn't have one of his devoted followers feeling like that, he had a reputation to uphold!

Mentions of a so-called 'sex therapy' started to be brought up into conversation. When she innocently asked how much it was for a session he laughed and assured her it's not like regular therapy, in fact, it wouldn't cost her a dime. The concept is to pick a person whom you already know and trust more than anyone else to do this kind of thing with.

With both parties consent, you would let the other person (AKA your 'therapist') slowly get you comfortable with the idea of sex by building up intimate acts, little by little. Like just being naked around one another, for starters. That could build up to sensual massages, dirty talking, groping more explicit areas of the body, fingering, and ultimately it would lead up to sex. Boundaries and a safe word are set in place just in case, but things should rarely if ever go too far too quickly. When she expressed interest, who do you think she asked to assist her? Exactly who the Cardinal had hoped.

It went on for weeks, building slowly as he had promised. Their sessions were successful every time, Copia being a very attentive and gentle partner. It made her feel safe, valued, in tune with her own desires for the first time in many months. In todays session, they tried something different, but it was her favorite one by far. The pleasures of grinding.

She was naked, while he remained fully clothed, clad in his favorite black suit. The reasoning was to get her to be more comfortable with vulnerability, not being so nervous to be the first one unclothed. That, and he promised her grinding her clit against the fabric of his pants would feel unreal. He also wanted his work clothes to be dampened and tainted with the stench of her arousal for the rest of the day, but that was an unspoken, more selfish reason.

Her drags along his clothed thigh were meager, unsure of herself. It was clear she didn't know quite what she was doing. And while her naivety was as charming as ever, he saw by the look in her eyes she wasn't enjoying this. "Do you need your Cardinal to teach you, topolina? Do you need me to take the reigns for a little bit?" He cooed, in a way that somehow didn't sound condescending in the slightest. Copia had a way with his tone that made his words unimportant. She agreed, full faith in her beloved Cardinal.

He shifts his leg at a certain angle and flexes his thigh to make the experience more pleasurable. Leather bound hands resting at her hips, he begins to rock her slowly, her clit catching against the roughness of his jeans. Her slick gathers and leaves a wet trail across his pant leg where moved her. Exactly what he wanted to see. The way he did it was indeed a way better feeling, her eyes fluttering shut gently, soft little sighs and whimpers escaping her lips.

"There you go," He encouraged. "Let me make you feel good." Everything admittedly felt better when the Cardinal was in control. His voice was velvety and intoxicating, his hands were like magic, his movements were inhumanly perfect. He was unmatched to any other man in regards of sexual prowess, any other man she'd ever been with anyway.

The more she rocked, the wetter she got, the dark patch on his jeans just getting bigger and bigger. Soon enough she was able to guide herself, getting a firm grip on his shoulders and grinding on her own subconsciously. His hands slowly lifted from her sides, like taking off training wheels, putting them to the side. Her humping grows more bold, putting more force into really putting the pressure on her clit. Her moans grew louder too, without her even realizing, too lost in the feeling. She mewled Copias title, still has not once gained the confidence to call him by his first name, despite the professionalism being quite unnessacary. One day she will, and it will be while she's cumming around his cock.

"Cardinal, Cardinal..." She fawned breathlessly. Her riding becoming more insistent, voice sounding like what could almost be mistaken for a tone of distress. She was close, barely hanging on to the edge. Still, something was stopping her from teetering off. She needed some encouragement, poor little thing. And as always, whatever she needed, the Cardinal could provide.

"Doing so well, sweet girl. It feels nice, doesn't it?" He purrs. Her thighs shake. "I know. You've been doing everything right, you just gotta do one more thing for me. Just let go, topolina. Allow yourself to cum. Coat your Cardinal in your sweet nectar. Won't you do that for me?" The coil snaps, her little death arriving as quickly as it approached, flooding all her senses and making a mess of his fine clothes.

He holds her close, soothing her as she shakes and shivers, the intensity from the release she's denied herself for months was debilitating. She definitely needed some extra long time to recover from this one, unable to stand since her legs were now Jello, and extra aftercare as well. And he was more than willing to provide such, snacks, kisses, and back rubs galore. Whatever his little mouse needs. But as much as he loves to provide, he can wait till she leaves, so he can at last deal with this damned infuriatingly painful tent throbbing in his pants.

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The reaction to Deshaun Watson’s injury during the Browns game has sparked a lot of conversation. Let’s set the record straight—most Browns fans were NOT cheering. The stadium was full of Bengals fans, which explains much of the noise when Watson went down. But even if the cheering was misunderstood, the conversation surrounding Watson is more complex and worth unpacking.

As a sexual abuse survivor myself, I have no empathy for Deshaun Watson. His off-field actions, paired with the 27 allegations against him, make that impossible for me. And I fully understand why so many are upset with his presence on the team, and to be honest, I couldn’t care less that he got hurt. However, while I don’t share sympathy for Watson himself, I do understand why his teammates might. Football is a team sport, and when one player falls, it impacts the entire unit. It’s not surprising that they would come to his defense, considering the bonds formed in such an environment.

That said, what I find tone-deaf and disingenuous are the comments made by some of Watson’s teammates, like Myles Garrett and Jameis Winston. Winston, for instance, said we should feel empathy for Watson because “he has the world against him and is fighting life.” But let’s be real—he’s only fighting for his professional life because of his own actions. Then Garrett went so far as to call Watson a “model citizen” for most of his career, aside from those 27 sexual abuse allegations, and suggested we show him grace and compassion.

This is where I take issue. Where was the grace and compassion for his victims? These comments distort reality, painting Watson as the victim when, in truth, there are real victims who were silenced and disrespected by the Browns organization. It’s frustrating to see these men, who should know better, turn Watson into a martyr when the real empathy belongs with the women who were harmed.

What’s even more frustrating is the glaring double standard. If Watson had been accused of abusing two dozen children or two dozen male massage therapists, he would not be in the league right now. The NFL and the public wouldn’t have tolerated it for a second. But because the victims were women, there’s a level of tolerance that simply shouldn’t exist. He should not have a job in the NFL, but Cleveland and a handful of others wanted him. Clearly, the NFL does not care about women, they allow players who have had domestic violence, sexual assault allegations and who knows what else continue to play in the league. However, that is a different argument for a different article.

While I understand that Watson’s teammates are defending him, they’re missing the point. Their statements not only alienate women, but they also dismiss the pain of those who were harmed. They are also being cold and dismissive towards women who have had those experiences as well. Celebrating an injury is wrong, but turning Watson into the victim of this story is equally damaging, and frankly, irresponsible. Celebrating the injury is wrong, but turning a sexual deviant into a “martyr” is also wrong.

At the end of the day, this is about more than just football. It’s about respecting the real victims and not allowing the narrative to twist Watson into something he is not. As fans and human beings, we need to remember that sportsmanship extends beyond the field—it’s about how we treat people off of it. When these worlds clash, the results can be disastrous, as we’re witnessing now.

To add to the complexity, this situation isn’t just about the allegations anymore. It’s also about Watson’s performance—or lack thereof. He hasn’t been playing well, often looks disinterested, and in press conferences, he comes across as detached. But because of the controversy surrounding him, everything gets lumped together. This is exactly why his teammates need to be more thoughtful in their defense of him. Instead of telling people how to judge his character, considering his past, they need to be more mindful of their words—or they risk alienating even more people. We’re already seeing more fans canceling their tickets and distancing themselves from the team because of this dysfunction.

The bottom line is this: Cleveland fans are exhausted by the stain Watson has left on the franchise. Some gave him a pass when it was just about his shoulder injury, but now, even when he’s healthy, things haven’t worked out. Yes, it was classless for the few who did cheer his injury to do so, but his teammates make it worse by being tone-deaf and failing to grasp the bigger picture.

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Moans and groans fill the night sky, blunt nails scratch along the smooth surface of a car caught amidst a horde of infected. Screams from inside barely carry, they can barely be heard in the distance. But what's that in the distance? Is that {CHARLIE HUNNAM}? No way, that's {ETHAN RHODES}. The {FORTY} year old��{MALE (HE/HIM)} used to be a {PHYSICAL THERAPIST}. Since the outbreak, they've proven to be {PRAGMATIC & HOSPITABLE}, but rumor has it they're also {ALOOF & BLUNT}, which may pose a risk to the group. They appear to have taken the {DOCTOR} role within the group. Only time can tell if they succeed.

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full name — ethan scott rhodes age — forty gender — male orientation — bisexual occupation — former physical therapist at the veteran rehab hospital role in group — doctor weapon(s) — AR15, butterfly knife, bear spray clothing style/armor — flannels, zip-up hoodies, practical, boots

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face claim — charlie hunnam hair — sandy-blonde height — six foot two build — muscular and athletic scars — side of head & under chin, incurred when he fell of a car in a wrecking yard in his youth. left forearm when he cut himself in college putting his fist through a window. tattoos — wood cutting style lion on his upper right arm piercings — none sexual preference — versatile in every way

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

alignment — chaotic neutral positive traits — pragmatic, hospitable, loyal, focused negative traits — aloof, blunt, guarded hobbies — hiking, wood carving, crossword puzzles, hacky sack

𝙼𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾

mental — general anxiety, bc...world ended physical — excellent physical shape phobias — drowning, heights, centipedes eyesight — 20/15 dominant hand — right drug use — weed, when he can find it alcohol use — whiskey, when he can find it diet — fuckin' loves steak, but mostly things from a can these days, coffee addict

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birthplace — boulder, colorado parents — jeffrey lawrence rhodes, abigail ruth rhodes siblings — annabeth marie rhodes (younger sister) education — BS in Kinesiology, Doctor of Physical Therapy notable skills — massage therapy, excellent stamina, wilderness training from eagle scouts, some mechanical knowledge (grew up son of a mechanic).

𝙱𝙸𝙾 before the end —

born in boulder, colorado to a mechanic father and a school teacher mother, ethan had a normal all-american up bringing with the added benefit of beautiful scenery and loose discipline.

ethan was known to be a bit of a hellion around town, getting into trouble with the local cops, always up to no good, but he had a natural boy-next-door charm to him that did him many favors.

it also helped that he was the starring quarterback on his high school's football team.

that position opened up more than just leniency for ethan, as his skills on the field got him a full ride scholarship to UT Austin, but ethan wasn't lacking in the academic sense either.

if he actually applied himself.

at first college for ethan was all parties, privilege, football, and thinking he was on top of the world.

ethan chose sports medicine as a major because it aligned with his interests and seemed the easiest thing to fall back on if football didn't work out.

ethan 100% felt he was going to go pro one day.

that was until he actually really liked his chosen major, especially considering the injuries he and his fellow teammates received on the field.

slowly but surely ethan threw himself more into his studies and school, eventually turning down an offer for a position on a team.

when ethan graduated he moved right into his grad program for his doctor of physical therapy degree, interning at a local stadium.

three years later he accepted a fulltime position as a physical therapist for several professional teams.

ethan's career would shift when a friend from his grad program offered him a position at the veteran's hospital. it was more money and longer hours, but ethan was curious.

what ethan discovered working there was a deeper passion to help people who needed him. he saw men and women who lost so much for their country, going through the roughest times of their lives, and wanted to help make things a little better.

the bro-y frat boy that ethan was melted away as he matured and devoted himself to his job, and ethan was content and happy.

until...

after the end —

ethan was at work when it happened, highways were shutdown, businesses, hospitals filling up.

ethan had to ditch his car, and opted to walk home instead, dressed in his scrubs and his bag over his shoulder.

hours later the world was completely different from what he knew, he couldn't get his parents on his phone, nor his sister.

his neighbors were holed up in their apartment, and so was ethan, for a time, and he witnessed the violence escalate.

when his neighbors eventually left, they offered him an AR15 and a small cache of ammo, which he took. ethan had gone hunting a few times in his youth, but he was not marksman.

when it became clear he couldn't stay in his apartment, ethan set out by himself.

in those days he moved through several groups, each meeting a violent end whether from biters or humans.

ethan's athleticism helped him survive, able to keep his stamina up, running from one place to the other, simply just trying to survive.

eventually he found this current group, lending his skills to their medical team.

ethan figured with how the world was now, a physical therapist able to help people heal and manage pain, to get used to lost limbs.

he has thrown himself into his work, finding it a good way to ground himself in reality, to focus on what needs to be done and not spiral.

but who knows how long that will last? every man has his limit.

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♡ ― Josie’s really, really needed this massage. Her best friend’s a saint for getting her a gift card and sure, it’s a little more risqué than she usually is. She’s a workaholic, she’s a law-abiding and altruistic Christian. Her mom would be horrified if she knew she’d strip down in front of a man and get kneaded like a piece of dough by him, but once the initial reluctance subsides and she melts right into his touch, she begins forgetting all the stress from work and her family and the godawful unlucky dating life she has. This is nice, it really is. There’s a small gasp when she feels his touch graze her thighs but that’s just what a massage is, right? Josie ignores the shade of pink that appears on her cheeks and clears her throat when his hand wanders up a little too high for comfort. “That’s um… I’m sensitive, sorry.”

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06.06.23 Attention: would anyone like me to start/ be added in a tag list? Then please let me know!

If you enjoy my work feel free to message me if you have any request or future prompt ideas. I enjoy doing whump, comfort, smut and any combination of these. I can do angst as well as long as it has a happy ending (The world can be dark enough as it is I refuse to make my writing sad as well).

The only hard no I have is I don’t do HanCon. Not judging anyone who enjoy this pairing, I cab understand the appeal for some, but I see Hank and Connor’s relationship as a father/Son one.

Hope to hear from you!

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"Be my good boy" (18+) (NSFW, reader insert, Soft!Dom f!Reader/Sub!Connor, pure smut) Just an excuse to write some pure Connor appreciation smut. With his sensor sensitivity  turned way up and his ability to cum without permission stripped, Connor is at the complete mercy of reader as she edges and teases our favorite android into a moaning, whimpering mess

“A Happy Birthday” (Feel-good-fic, Fluff, Good parent Hank, Father/Son relationship) Hank gets thrown a surprise birthday party at work, but that’s not the only surprise he receives OR The day Connor calls Hank ‘Dad’ for the first time.

"What you deserve" (18+) (NSFW, Smut, Reader insert, Connor/Reader, Fluff) Reader has had a stressful week and relieved to come home for a much needed weekend. You’re however surprised when you come home and is treated to an amazing, romantic evening that all ends up with the most intense and pleasurable night you’ve ever dreamed of!

“A helping hand too many” (Whump, Hurt/comfort, Feel-good-fic) Connor is forced to return to work after a grueling case and gets trapped there helping his various coworkes because he's incapable of saying 'no'. He ends up working till utter exhaustion and collapses.

"A whole new world (without pain)" (Whump, reader insert, Connor/Reader friendship,Hurt/comfort) Connor is wound up and in constant pain from his overused and strained muscles and joints. Reader is a physical/ massage therapist working at the DPD who offers him a massage and is horrified to find him so tense. Reader takes the time and care to bring the poor android some much needed relief.

“Deserving of Pain” chap. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [Epilogue] (Heavy Whump, Hurt/comfort, Slight romance) Reed uses Connor's heightened ability to feel pain in a twisted plan convince his coworkers that androids aren't a match or equal to humans.

SNIPPETS

“Worried Hank” (Whump, Good (pre)parent Hank Anderson, Worried Hank) A small snippet inspired by a reblog of gifs - enjoy!

“‘Movie’ Night” (18+) (NSFW, Soft!Dom Connor/Male OC, OC John from ‘DoP’ fic, pure smut) Connor wants to watch the movie, John wants to fuck.. Why not both?

ART WORKS

"Keeping her safe" (Scene for chap. 4 'Deserving of pain')

"It Hurts dad" (Whump, Hank/Connor Father/Son relationship)

“Warning: Core temperature rising” (NSFW)

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Each service is carefully curated to provide an enriching and holistic experience, making The Rose Spa a leading Full Body Massage Center in Kolkata.

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For male clients seeking an exclusive relaxation experience, The Rose Spa offers a Female to Male Body Massage service. This tailored service is designed to provide a deeply calming experience, with skilled female therapists who use specific techniques to relieve stress, improve flexibility, and enhance relaxation. This popular service has gained recognition for its attention to comfort and privacy, allowing clients to enjoy a personalized wellness journey.

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Masseuse vs. Massage Therapist: What’s the Difference?

That hurt in your back isn't vanishing, and this moment is the best opportunity to permit a specialist to have at it. Time to call a masseuse… or is it "massage subject matter expert"? Is there even a qualification?

If you've been hurt in a minor collision or while playing sports, you really want to find the best treatment that anybody could expect to find to address your essential condition and give certifiable recovering, not just "secondary effect help."

While massage can be a valuable gadget in your recovery, it's fundamental for find the right kind of massage performed by the ideal person.

In this article, we'll look at the differentiation between a masseuse versus massage expert as well as the numerous sorts of massage open to you.

Masseuse versus Massage Counsel

The term masseuse is a French word that insinuates a female who practices massage. (Folks in the business were known as masseurs.) In any case, in light of explicit unpleasant implications (as well as the necessity for more unprejudiced stating), both male and female massage specialists go by the adage "massage counselor".

To obtain the title, massage consultants need to focus on their specialty and secure state approving. Starting there, they can practice in spas, clinical centers, work environments, and in the center between. An approved massage expert ought to completely finish 500 hours of complete course work, but not precisely half of that is spent focusing on massage itself. The vast majority of a massage treatment course will recall guidance for subjects like life frameworks, business, Florida guidelines, and ethics.

To be sure, even after they are approved, massage experts ought to acknowledge continuing with tutoring courses to reestablish their licenses predictably.

Sorts of Massage Treatment

There are numerous different sorts of massage methodology, each requiring different tutoring and practice.

There's a significant difference between spa massage and a clinical massage.

Massage counsels regularly pick which strategy, or type, they should invest huge energy in, with additional modalities requiring extra tutoring. For example, an expert could become guaranteed in Swedish massage, then, take a procedure with instructional class to learn Shiatsu or Hot Stone massage several years sometime later.

Each kind of massage is used for a substitute explanation and they are off by a long shot to viable.

How Is Clinical Massage Treatment One of a kind?

If you're expecting to massage to treat and retouch an infirmity, you won't find it at a spa.

Spa massages are recently arranged thinking about a specific something: extended loosening up. They may be helpful for stress mitigation or minor a pulsating difficulty, but won't address serious secret circumstances like minor accident wounds.

A clinical massage, on the other hand, is unequivocally dealt with your body's uncommon necessities and is expected to ease torture, increase circulatory system to fragile tissue, work with recovering. Clinical massage is regularly used connected with various sorts of treatment, similar to chiropractic changes or dynamic recovery.

Besides, where a spa massage is a one-time visit, you will likely have different clinical massages throughout a period of some time (or more) until your condition has recovered. Your treatment will similarly be managed by an expert with admittance to your clinical records, x-radiates, and various experiences in regards to your actual issue. Check out 서울출장마사지.

The Right Massage Matters

While there's as a matter of fact no differentiation between a masseuse versus massage trained professional, there is a qualification in the kind of massage expert you visit.

Just a single out of each and every odd expert is ready in each kind of massage, and going to a spa to find support from your games injury would be a waste of time and money.

Guarantee your massage consultant is certified in clinical massage treatment and has real clinical experience.

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Spa in Jaipur for body massage near me

Spa in Jaipur, the enchanting Pink City, is not only known for its stunning architecture and rich history but also for its thriving wellness scene. For those seeking relaxation and rejuvenation, the city offers a variety of spas catering to diverse preferences. In this guide, we’ll explore the top spas in Jaipur, including night spas, body massages, and specialized treatments, along with relevant price information.

#### Night Spas in Jaipur

For an indulgent experience, night spas in Jaipur provide the perfect opportunity to unwind after a day of sightseeing. These spas typically offer a range of treatments, including full-service options that may include massages, facials, and body scrubs. Prices can vary based on the services offered, but many spas provide packages that combine multiple treatments for a more comprehensive experience.

#### Body-to-Body Spa Services

Body-to-body spa treatments have gained popularity in Jaipur, known for their ability to relieve stress and enhance relaxation. In these sessions, skilled therapists use their bodies to provide a unique massage experience. Prices for body-to-body massages vary, but they often reflect the quality and expertise of the therapists.

#### Notable Spas: Spa Liana and More

One of the standout names in the Jaipur spa scene is Spa Liana, which is known for its tranquil environment and professional staff. Visitors can expect a variety of services that cater to different needs. Additionally, for those interested in a Russian spa experience, several establishments in Jaipur specialize in traditional Russian techniques, offering a unique and effective approach to relaxation.

#### Finding a Spa Near You

If you’re wondering, “Where can I find a spa near me?” you’ll be pleased to know that Jaipur is home to numerous spas in various neighborhoods, including options near Sindhi Camp and in Malviya Nagar. These locations make it convenient to enjoy a massage or treatment without having to travel far.

#### Specialized Treatments: Female to Male Spa Services

For clients looking for female-to-male spa services, Jaipur has several establishments that cater specifically to this demographic. These spas ensure a comfortable environment, providing a range of treatments tailored to individual preferences. You can also find price lists for female-to-male Russian services, which offer a unique blend of techniques designed to promote relaxation and well-being.

#### The Blackout Spa Experience

The concept of blackout spas is also emerging in Jaipur, focusing on creating an immersive and distraction-free environment. These spas encourage clients to disconnect from the outside world, allowing for deeper relaxation and rejuvenation. Prices for these unique experiences can vary based on the services included.

#### Comprehensive Spa Services

Full-service spas in Jaipur offer everything from massages to beauty treatments, ensuring a holistic approach to wellness. Many of these establishments provide packages that combine multiple treatments, making them a popular choice for those looking to indulge.

#### Popular Searches: Body Massage and More

As you search for body massage options in Jaipur, you’ll find numerous establishments offering a variety of services. Whether you’re looking for a body spa, a massage by trained female therapists, or a nearby massage parlor, the city has something for everyone.

#### Conclusion

Jaipur’s spa culture is vibrant and diverse, offering a multitude of options for relaxation and rejuvenation. From night spas to body-to-body massages and specialized treatments, you can easily find the perfect place to unwind. Whether you’re a local resident or a traveler, indulging in one of these spa experiences can provide a much-needed escape from the everyday hustle. So take the time to explore the various spas in Jaipur, and treat yourself to the relaxation you deserve.

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