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theemporium · 1 year

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yes lando comfort fic where maybe you weren’t at qatar but after yesterday took the first flight there. and it’s just full of hugs, kisses, massages, praise, pep talks. He’s got his head on your chest or in your lap :(

my heart actually breaks for the boy :(

The second you saw the qualifying results, you knew you had to fly out.

You hadn’t originally planned to. You were swamped with classes and lectures and work, and after taking time off to travel to Singapore and Japan with him, you couldn’t exactly afford to take more time off for Qatar as well.

And Lando had been understanding. To be honest, he was just happy you had taken time out to join him on two race weekends that turned out pretty damn well in respect to the start of the season. And he knew no matter what he said about compensating for your time off work, you wanted to go back before you eventually flew out to join him in the last stint of races.

But that was before the shit-show of the Qatar Grand Prix weekend started.

You hadn’t been able to talk to him earlier that day, too late running for work that a simple reply to his good morning message was the only thing you could send. Nor did you have the chance to keep up with the practice session. However, when you opened your phone after walking out of work to see the qualifying results, you didn’t even hesitate.

You had played it all out perfectly, getting onto the next plane out to Qatar whilst messaging your boss that you had a stomach bug and couldn’t come in until you stopped vomiting. You had shared a few messages here and there with Lando, but he didn’t seem all too eager to talk to you, let alone anyone after the messy qualifying session.

You didn’t arrive at the paddock until the sprint had already started, and it only went downhill from there. You thought the McLaren front row lock out would have brought up morale, but you were wrong.

It was shit. You knew the second he crossed the line in P3 that he wasn’t going to be happy with himself. You knew it, and yet, the second his radio came through confirming as such, your heart only broke more.

You knew your boy. You knew he would be keeping it all in. But you knew no matter what, he wouldn’t break in front of everyone else. He would pat Oscar on the back and he would play the good teammate and happy chap as best he could to the media. He would play his part.

Until he said five words that truly shattered your heart.

“Just a lack of talent.”

The second he was done with interviews, he just wanted to be left alone. He didn’t want to listen to whatever his team were saying, he didn’t want to deal with the debrief and strategy planning for tomorrow’s race. He just wanted to be fucking alone so he could stop pretending.

He was almost annoyed when he saw his driver room door was open, ready to snap at whoever it was lingering inside his room. But then he was standing at the doorway and he saw you in the room, a sad smile on your face as you waited for him, and every resolve within him crumbled in seconds.

The door was slammed shut and he was barrelling towards you before you could even open your mouth. His arms locked around your waist, his face was nuzzled into the crook of your neck and he sunk into your embrace, almost like it was a sigh of relief.

“I’m so proud of you,” you whispered to him, clinging onto him tightly.

And then, he just sobbed.

You didn’t say anything as he cried in your arms, simply holding him and hugging him and doing your best to sway back and forth as his body wracked with sobs. And when he couldn’t keep himself standing anymore, you sat down on the couch with his head buried in your lap as you slowly wiped away the tears streaming down his face, hot and flushed and embarrassed but he didn’t care about his mask when he was with you.

“I’m not good enough,” he whispered, his voice raspy from all the crying.

You blanched. “Lando—”

“Five fucking seasons,” he murmured, his glossy eyes looking anywhere but you, because he knew he would start crying again if he looked at you and he was far too tired for that. “I have been doing this for five seasons and everyone keeps fucking expecting that I get a win and it’s not happened—”

“Lando,” you tried again, but he continued.

“He’s a fucking rookie,” Lando whispered in disbelief. “I just….this is just what they need. This is what they need to say that I’m done, that I’m fucking useless, that I don’t deserve my seat and I’m just some waste of fucking space that can’t even win a fucking race and—”

“Hey,” you snapped enough to finally gain his attention. “Look at me.”

He shook his head.

“Lando,” you said in a softer voice as your palm cupped his cheek, gently turning his head until he was looking up at you. “Look at me.”

“I’m not good enough to be here,” he whispered in a broken voice. “I’m not as good as they say I am. As they expected me to be.”

“That’s bullshit and we both know it,” you whispered back, shaking your head as you took in his glossy eyes and pink cheeks.

Lando started shaking his head again, but you continued.

“Lando Norris, you are one of the most talented and skilled drivers in this sport,” you said to him. “One weekend does not define you, nor does it take away from all your achievements.”

“I made stupid mistakes—” He started again.

“And everyone does,” you countered. “Everyone makes mistakes, Lando. That’s what makes us human, but that does not make us not good enough or untaleneted.”

He didn’t say anything.

“Your day will come,” you said as your thumb gently stroked the apple of his cheek. “And it will be fucking amazing. And I can’t wait to be standing there, watching you on that top step as you hit that stupid champagne bottle and try not to break your trophy. And it will be the first of many.”

He let out a small huff of amusement.

“You are more than enough, Lando, and I’m so proud of you,” you whispered to him, your eyes finding his so he could see the sincerity in your voice and words. “And you’re enough whether you have a million race wins or none. You are enough just the way you are.”

Lando sniffled, giving you a wet smile—and it wasn’t much, but it was a step forward.

“I love you,” you whispered with a soft smile. “And I’ll love you no matter what.”

“I love you too,” he whispered back as he nuzzled himself further into your lap. “Thank you for coming.”

“Always, baby,” you grinned. “I’m always gonna be here for you.”

“Promise?”

Your heart almost broke with how vulnerable he sounded.

“Promise.”

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baby-dr1ver · 1 year

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kinktober <3

overstimulation

max x reader

warnings: smut, as slapping, kinda mean!max, eating out, fingering

Singapore. A fucking disaster. An absolute shit show.

No one even had the balls to go near the garage knowing that Max was fuming. You side eyed Christian and the egineers as you passed by, knowing it wasn’t truly their fault but, knowing they did nothing to help. You passed Checo and gave him a sympathy pat as he pointed down the hall to Max’s driver room.

You gently knocked on the door, “Max? Baby? Can I come in?” He grunted and you took it as a yes. You pushed open the door and saw Max sitting their, back to the door and his head down. You could see how tense he was, he held onto all the disappointment knowing his dad had already ripped into him over the phone.

You softly landed your hand on his back, sitting beside him. “So, that was a shit show.” He let out a startling laugh, “Always know the right thing to say-yeah a fucking shit show.”

You scratched up his back, massaging the back of his neck. “Well, let’s get back to the hotel so I can make it better.” His head shot up at that, eyes dialated, mouth parted. You giggled and stood up, holding out your hand. He took it and immediately pulled you into a kiss. “I’m gonna ruin you.” He whispered against your lips.

The ride back to the hotel was hell. Between Max’s wandering hands and every bump in the road, you felt as if you were going to pop. Max knew this, he knew watching you shift foot to foot in the elevator, and even when they approached their room.

He pushed open the door and nudged you. He slammed the door and in came the demands. “Clothes off, hands and knees. Go. I won’t ask twice.” He didn’t leave room to argue.

You stripped yourself of your bottoms and shirt, leaving you in a bra and underwear. Max was halfway out of his jacket when he stopped. “I think clothes off means everything sweet girl, are you already to dumb to understand instructions?” You quickly shook your head no and pulled the rest off. You got on your hands and knees on the middle of the bed. You could feel Max’s loomy presence behind you as he left delicate kisses down your back.

Everything was calm, but he decided to change that with a harsh smack to your ass. You gasped and pulled yourself forward, away from the attack. “Don’t run darling, everythings fine.” As reassuring as he was, you knew there was more to come.

No words needed to be spoken as he bit your ass and let a trail of spit down to your already sopping wet center. Max pulled your ass apart to open you up, salivating at how you looked.

Back bowed, pussy front and center, dripping wet and ready for the taking. He plunges his fingers in with no warning, letting his thumb control the pleasure on your clit.

“Max, fuck please slow down I’m gonna-” You let out a small scream as the abuse on your clit never stopped, pushing you to your first orgasm of the night. Except, he didn’t let up. His fingers kept going as he used his other hand to free him of his shirt and unbuckle his pants to relieve the pressure on his growing bulge. He smacked your ass again before flipping you over and kissing you the second time that night. Just as he added another finger, his lips found your nipple and began sucking harshly. You yelped and pushed your chest in his face.

“Christ love, you’re so fucking wet. Who did this to you?” He smirked and pulled away from your chest, increasing the speed of his fingers. All you could let out was small ‘uh uh’s’ and he didn’t like that. Max slapped your boob and forced you to look at him. “Who did this to you?”

“You! You Max, only you!” Your body convusled as another orgasm came over you.

This went on for awhile, he switched between eating you out and only using his fingers. You begged him to slow down-stop, give you a break, anything.

He pulled from your pussy for a breather. “Why would I do that baby? I haven’t even gotten my cock in you yet”

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thedirtygridd · 2 days

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WE’RE BACK!

Celebrating with Lando’s victory in Singapore from the pov of his masseuse 👀

If you enjoy, please comment!

The Singapore Grand Prix had just come to a spectacular close, with Lando Norris crossing the finish line as the victor. His face was flushed with exhaustion, and every inch of him glistened under the harsh floodlights. The humid night air had wrapped itself around him for the duration of the race, pulling beads of sweat from his skin. As his masseuse, I was always tasked with easing the tension after a long race, but tonight felt different. He had pushed his body to the limit, and it showed in the way his racing suit clung to him, soaked through with perspiration. The heat had claimed 5 kilograms of his weight, and the evidence was there in every damp contour of his form.

Lando's thick neck was the first thing I noticed as he peeled off his helmet and balaclava. It was slick with sweat, the veins pulsing beneath his skin from the exertion. The sheen on his neck caught the light, and I knew the massage tonight would be a challenge. His muscles, tight and swollen from the intense drive, would require every ounce of my strength. But as much as I wanted to focus solely on my job, there was no ignoring how the droplets of sweat traced their way down his neck, gliding over his collarbone and disappearing into the fabric of his fireproof suit. It took everything in me to remain composed, to remind myself that I was a professional.

When he finally unzipped his suit, revealing his chest, the room seemed to grow warmer. His undershirt was soaked through, clinging to every contour of his torso. Each breath he took made his chest rise and fall, and I could see the fabric stretching tight against his skin. The sweat beaded along his pecs, trailing down to the toned muscles of his abdomen. I couldn't help but think about how much heat he must have endured in that car, how his body had fought against the conditions to claim victory. But the sight of his slick, sweaty skin was more than enough to make my hands twitch with anticipation. I was supposed to be tending to him, but the idea of him lingered in my mind.

His armpits were drenched, and the moment he lifted his arms to remove the suit, the scent of sweat filled the air. It wasn't unpleasant, just the unmistakable smell of hard work, of a man who had pushed himself to the very edge. The dark patches under his arms were a testament to the race, and I could see the sweat running down the inside of his biceps. They were thick and powerful, glistening under the dim lights of the room. I knew I had to focus on my task, but the sight of those muscles, so wet and tense, made it hard to concentrate. My hands were already preparing for the moment they would touch his skin, but I had to stay professional.

It was impossible not to notice his biceps, firm and swollen from the strain of gripping the steering wheel for nearly two hours. They flexed with every movement, the skin damp and flushed. The thought of running my hands along those muscles made my pulse quicken, but I reminded myself that I was here to work. As his masseuse, I had a duty to ease his pain, to help him recover. But the sweat, the way it pooled at the crook of his elbow and ran down his arms, was distracting. I could only imagine how much more soaked he would become as the massage began.

When I finally placed my hands on his shoulders, the heat of his body hit me like a wave. His skin was damp and slick beneath my fingers, and within seconds, my hands were wet with his sweat. It was unavoidable—the sheer amount of moisture pouring from his body seemed endless. His muscles were tight, the result of both the race and the hours spent in the car, but my hands worked through the tension. Every time I pressed into his skin, I could feel the sweat transferring to me, soaking my palms. It was an odd sensation, one that left me both focused on my job and oddly tempted.

The sweat running down his back was even more intense. As I kneaded his broad, muscular shoulders, it became clear just how much his body had been through. His back was slick with moisture, and I could feel the sweat collecting in the folds of his skin as I worked my way down. It was impossible to ignore how my fingers slid over the smooth, wet surface of his muscles. The thought of how drenched he must have been in the car crossed my mind again, and I could only imagine how uncomfortable it must have been. Still, there was something undeniably tempting about the way his body felt beneath my hands.

His legs were no different. As he lay face down, the sweat had already soaked through his racing suit, and when I finally peeled it off, his thighs were just as drenched. The fabric clung to his skin, and it took some effort to get it off. His quads were powerful, built for endurance and speed, and as I worked the tension from them, I could feel the heat radiating off his body. Every time I pressed into the muscle, the sweat would well up beneath my fingers, soaking them anew. My hands were slick, and it became harder to maintain a grip, but I had to stay focused.

By the time I reached his feet, I couldn't help but wonder what state they must be in. After hours of racing, confined in tight boots, they had to be drenched. The thought was strangely captivating, even though I knew it was unprofessional to think that way. But I couldn't shake the image from my mind—his feet, sweaty and sore, waiting for relief. I tried to push the thought aside as I massaged his calves, but it lingered in the back of my mind. The sweat, the exhaustion, the heat—it was all so overwhelming, both for him and for me.

My hands were soaked now, every inch of them covered in his sweat. Each time I applied pressure to his muscles, more of it would transfer onto my skin, until it felt like I was massaging waterlogged fabric instead of flesh. But the more I worked, the more I could feel the tension melting away from his body. His breathing had slowed, his muscles were starting to relax, and I could tell he was finally finding some relief. Still, the thought of all that sweat, the way it clung to him, made it hard to stay purely professional. But I had to—I had no choice.

His chest was heaving now, but the tension was gone. My hands moved across his body with practiced ease, but the slickness of his skin made every touch feel different, more intimate somehow. I was hyper-aware of every bead of sweat, of every muscle beneath my fingertips. My hands were wet, but I kept working, determined to finish the job. As his masseuse, I had to stay focused, to push through the distraction. But the idea of him, so close, so drenched in sweat, was difficult to ignore.

As I massaged his arms again, I could feel the sweat pooling in the crook of his elbow, running down the length of his forearm. It was a constant reminder of the effort he had put into the race, of the toll it had taken on his body. The slickness of his skin was almost overwhelming, but I forced myself to concentrate on the task at hand. I had to be professional, no matter how tempting it was to think otherwise. His body was exhausted, and my job was to help him recover, not to indulge in any thoughts beyond that.

His breathing was deep and even now, the race’s intensity finally fading. I worked my way back to his neck, where the sweat still lingered, and I could feel his pulse beneath my fingers. His thick, sweaty neck was tense but starting to soften under my touch. Every press of my fingers against his slick skin was a reminder of how much effort he had poured into his win tonight. And while I wanted to focus purely on his recovery, the sight and feel of him—so strong, so drenched—made it harder than ever to keep things purely professional.

Finally, I finished the massage, wiping the last remnants of sweat from his body. My hands were soaked, but it didn’t matter. He had won, he had pushed himself to the limit, and now his body could finally relax. As I gathered my things and prepared to leave, I couldn’t help but glance back at him one last time. His chest was still glistening, his thick neck still damp, and the thought of his feet—sweaty, tired, sore—stayed with me. I reminded myself, once again, that I was his masseuse, and nothing more. But the temptation of Lando Norris, drenched in sweat, would remain in my thoughts for days to come.

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yunqni · 1 year

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" park seonghwa - vacation "

pair; fiance seonghwa x fem reader

wc; ~3k

genre; fluff ?? smut ?? 🤭 idk its just kinda cute kinda sexy kinda lovey dovey ?? its my first ever fic IM SO SCARED,, :')

contents + smut warnings; cussing, kissing/making out, dom hwa, unprotected sex (im not encouraging this irl), multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, oral+fingering (f recieving), i think thats all ?? also indulges into some aftercare and massaging after the smut, please let me know if i missed any content warnings !

note; writing below is not proofread cus im too lazy and its intentionally written in all lower case, so please excuse any mistakes !

《 minors strictly dni, sexual content below. 》

today was only the second day of your vacation in singapore, and you couldn’t have wished for it to be any better. seonghwa had spoken to your manager himself and surprised you with a holiday at a luxury resort for the next two weeks ‘just because you need a well deserved holiday’.

soft pecks from your fiance were what pulled you out from your sleep, and you were pulled closer into his warm arms. you slowly opened your eyes only to be blessed with the sight of seonghwa’s gentle smile as your eyes adjusted to the light.

“ good morning, angel “ he whispered, careful not to speak to loud as though to not disturb the peaceful atmosphere you two were embracing.

you leaned upwards to give him a kiss which he eagerly returned, pulling you closer by the shoulder to deepen the kiss.

his hand traveled further down your body while his fingers gently grazed against your soft skin, leaving goosebumps as they moved. he hoists your leg over across his waist before poking his tongue against your lips, asking for access into your mouth.

you gladly accept his invitation before allowing him and his tongue to take control over you, lewd yet sexy noises resonating throughout your room.

seonghwa pulled away before anything could progress further, both of you horny and helplessly panting .

“ sorry baby, got a little carried away “ he said sitting upright, letting out an airylaugh at himself.

placing a hand on his chest, you sat up and responded “ its alright “ before leaning in to make out with him once more.

he directed his kisses downwards, moving towards your throat. his hands slipped underneath your t-shirt making you shiver in delight as you pressed further into his warmth. as he licked and kissed all the sensitive areas of your neck, you felt your pussy clench unconsciously around nothing and the butterflies in your stomach take flight .

seonghwa fiddled with the mountain of pillows behind you to create a surface comfortable for you to be loved destroyed on. he encouraged you to spread your legs for him, as he slowly removed your tiny pajama shorts leaving you in the black lacy thong you had particularly chosen to wear. he laughed again and admired the sight of your wet panties before removing them aswell .

he leaves teasing kisses and licks on the skin of your plush thighs, slowly moving closer towards your most sensitive areas. after placing one final kiss over your dripping entrance, he unexpectedly slips one long finger inside you, penetrating it deeper than your own fingers could ever go.

you whine out at the sudden insertion to which he inserts another two fingers, now fingering you at a fast pace with three of his beautiful fingers. you shriek at the strange feeling bubbling inside your tower stomach , legs trembling around his head.

seonghwa also moved back to continue kissing, licking and sucking at your clit which bought you dangerously close to your first orgasm.

“ cumming already, sweetheart? hold it. “ he said, making you cry out helpelessly at his wish to deny your orgasm.

with the way he kissed and touched you before, the orgasm was too strong for you to hold back. as your fingers gripped his wrist which was still mercilessly pounding three long fingers into your sopping pussy, he understood you.

“ too much for you to hold, baby? “

“ yes, yes p-please seonghwa… “ you plea, moans uncontrollable as your hips writhe against the once perfect bedsheets.

“ go on then baby. since you’ve been such an angel for me, i’ll let you cum now. “

just as he had barely finished his sentence, your orgasm went by in a blur. your entire body went numb and you close your eyes. his motions never give up during and after your orgasm, overstimulating your pussy.

“ s-seonghwa,, p-please, please…. too much “

“ you can do it, baby… can you give your seonghwa just one more before i give you my cock?”

you give up complaining as your discomfort from overstimulation soon turns into intense pleasure, feeling that tightness in your lower stomach build up once again. seonghwa felt your walls flutter against his fingers, signalling your impending orgasm. his finger adopt a ' come hither ' motion against your walls, rubbing directly on your g-spot. he honestly couldn't believe he was able to have such an affect on you with just his fingers.

he could feel his painfully hard dick throbbing against the confinements of his sleep shorts, but he so desperately wanted to serve you how you wanted and worship you with endless orgasms.

that was when your second orgasm knocked you like an intense wave. your legs were shaking as your thighs tried to close around seonghwas head. but, he forced them apart with his spare hand and pinned your hips down. his tongue was swiping against your spent clit as he helped you through your second orgasm.

he reulctantly pulled his head away from your pussy to look up at you, but kept his fingers inside you. he looked so sexy like this – hair mostly pulled back from his face, eyes still slightly heavy from his sleep, lips drenched in your cum (and it was evident where he hadnt shaved his facial hair for a day or two), desperately trying to catch his breath with three of his slender fingers still knuckle deep inside your throbbing pussy.

" so, so beautiful, baby... " seonghwa whispered for only you to hear as he very slowly began moving his fingers inside of you again. the movements sent shocks throughout your body . you tried to grab his wrist with one of your shaky hands to get him to stop, at which he smiled at. tease.

he tutted as he used his spare hand to pry you away, before kissing the back of your knuckles and removing his fingers from you. he lifted them up to your mouth, encouraging you to lick your fluids off his fingers. his sultry eyes held eye contact with you as you took his fingers into your mouth and teasingly licked at them. the motion has his cock painfully throbbing inside his shorts, desperately wanting to be released from them.

he took his fingers out before moving to take off his shorts and boxers in one . he leant down to hover over you, meeting your pink lips in a quick, messy kiss. seonghwa directed his cock towards your pussy, slowly rubbing his tip up and down your soaking folds. he could feel your already half used hole clenching around nothing, just craving for him to finally make you feel full again.

seonghwa smiled at that thought, kissing the shell of your ear before moving across to kiss your collarbone . His hand wrapped around your shoulder as his tip prodded against your entrance, slipping into your soaked hole. you let out a moan after he forced the tip in, staring down to look at your lips stretched around him as he slowly slid further inside inch by inch .

with some further force and the aid of your drenched pussy, he bottomed out inside you eliciting a whine from deep within your chest . you could feel his tip deliciously pressing against your cervix, it was a very tight fit. feeling every vein of his cock pulse and strain against your mushy walls.

" do you feel that, baby? you feel how perfectly we fit together? " seonghwa spoke, leaving your brain to short-circuit at his words. he was right. the curve of his length fit so snug against your walls.

seonghwa checked up on you, then had to wait a minute or two before he started thrusting in fear of cumming too soon. fluid from your previous orgasms encompassed him and with the way your walls parted to accept his thickness, it was all too much for him.

when he did start moving, he teased you with his thrusts — moving at snails pace in and out, in and out . he took his time experimenting the different angles based off your facial expressions everytime his cock penetrated areas inside you that had never been reached before him.

you were such a whiny mess, all for seonghwa. each slow, calculated thrust left you breathless. you wanted to encourage him to do whatever he wanted or to use you — but every time you tried to speak your brain could barely formulate a simple sentence.

eventually, when he found the angle that truly hit your spot, he began ruthlessly pounding into you. his desire for you was insatiable, as was yours. every thrust hit your g-spot so perfectly, to the degree, and had you moaning, whining, shouting his name . his soft lips were grazing against the shell of your ear, letting out beautiful grunts and moans directly for you to hear .

he looked down at where his dick was lost inside your pussy only for the sight of his cock bulging in your lower stomach to make his hips stutter . he cautiously placed a hand over where his tip reached inside you and added slight pressure to your abdomen .

the pressure made you whimper and shift around on the bed, to which seonghwa had to pin you down with his spare hand . it had caused a new feeling to spark which became increasingly difficult to hold back . this feeling is not one you were a stranger to when it came to seonghwa, he is just so skilled that he’s the only one to able to bring yourself to such an intense point of orgasm .

he pressed down even further onto the area before saying, “ d’you feel that, sweetheart? thats my cock buried deep inside of you. d’you know how much i enjoy being so deep inside of you, hm? “

your entire body shivered at his words, moving your hand to feel where his cock pounded inside you too. seonghwa slightly angled his hips making his tip bulge further out your stomach, smashing against a pleasure spot you didn't even know existed, but either way he'd only gone and found it (albeit to abuse it). your pussy repeatedly clenched around his dick in a vice grip making it difficult for him to move , your juices dripping out of you like a broken faucet .

“ only i can make you feel like this, hm? no one else gets to treat you the way i do, hm? “

“ y-yes! yes, yes, yes, seonghwa… “ you managed to get out among your heavy breathing and whines

both of you were on the brink of orgasms , anyone could have recognised that. with the way seonghwa's relentless thrusts somehow got faster and harder, and the way your legs shook around his hips. seonghwa had to hold your legs down again so as to not get in the way of his thrusts. his thumb dropped down to your clit working in precise circular motions, a pattern which he had memorized to exactly how you like it .

as your orgasm hit you, you couldn't help but lift your hips slightly off the mattress in sheer pleasure, writhing in seonghwa's grip. the feeling was indescribable — as juices endlessly gushed out of your pussy, almost pushing seonghwa out of you. he fought through the resistance though — as his thrusts kept at their back-breaking pace and his fingers still worked at your clit . you could hear the grumble of seonghwa's sultry voice as he praised you, yet you were too indulged in the feeling to recognise his words.

seonghwa's fingers definitely heightened your orgasm even further as your juices exploded all over his pelvis more than previous times he’s made you squirt . your fluids puddled below the two of you by your hips, and squelched inside your hole with his thrusts . the sounds that were now being produced as his cock penetrated your hole were new wordly, something that you two had never experienced before .

you weren't too sure when your orgasm had ended, seeing as you had practically passed out from the pleasure. he was so unbelievably proud and in awe of the both of you, and he wanted to do it again .

he never stopped thrusting into you, though, as his cock proceeded to drag against your raw, spent insides during your orgasm. after he recognised your recovery, he jumped straight back in to pounding your used hole in order to bring himself to orgasm. likewise, his finger hadn't ended their movements, only heightening the speed of his teasing circles against your swollen clit as he began fucking you again.

“ such a gorgeous girl,, such a good girl for me “

in mere seconds you were cumming again, not even realizing it until you felt your cum dripping out of you. seonghwa looked down at where you were connected to see white cream decorating the two of you. goosebumps formed at the sight .

“ hm, what was that , number 4 sweetheart? “

yes! yes seonghwa,, please dont stop !" you moaned (screamed) desperately. he was so entranced by how obedient you were for him. you were so deep into subspace by now and seonghwa wanted nothing more than to care for you.

“ oh my g-god y/n, you're so incredible. im g-gonna cum soon, just wait for me sweetheart. you want me to cum in your pussy, yeah ? “

“ y-yes please seonghwa,, yes… inside please,, i want your cum inside me… "

inside? he thought to himself. your words had him whimpering desperately as he crept towards his orgasm. the pleasure was so intense for the both of you, as his fingers dangerously dug into your sides as your nails scratched along his tense, muscular back.

" y-yeah, baby? you want my cum inside you, sweetheart ? you want me to fuck you full of my cum? you want me to breed you, hm? “

his taunting words left your pussy clenching helplessly, intensifying another upcoming orgasm. you could see the sweat dripping down his forehead and off his chin, only making him look even sexier as his face contorted in pleasure as he approached his orgasm.

it only took a couple more thrusts before he pounde one last time, letting out a beautiful broken whine as his cum endlessly shot deep into you. he had buried his cock to the furthest he could go inside you, his fluids dangerously close to your cervix. his orgasm felt like it was never ending, the immense pleasure you bought him made him cum more intensely than ever before .

he continued thrusting into you in order to keep his cum as deep inside of you as possible. unknowingly though in your last spurts of stimulation as shockwaves overtook your body, you came hard, one last time for him.

his tip rubbed against your dangerous spot as you, once again, felt the dam inside you break free as you squirted all over him. his fingers went to move on your clit gently to elongate your orgasm and to leave you feeling fully satisfied. as the juices spurted out of you, seonghwa couldn't help but stare at you, drowning in lust (and your squirt). your pussy was now overflowing with a mixture of both your releases.

you weren't sure what number orgasm it was at this point, you didn't even know you were capable of such. seonghwa really just had that affect on you. as your orgasm drew to a close, you flopped back against the pillows like a fish with closed eyes and heavy breathing.

before seonghwa could succumb to the tiredness he felt and the desire to do nothing in your embrace, his instincts took over him as he immediately ran to care for you after such intensity.

you were startled into consciousness by the feeling of a warm, wet rag cleaning at your lower regions incredibly gently, while another hand was massaging your neck and shoulders. if ever you expressed discomfort from the sensitivity, seonghwa would immediately pause his actions as though to not overwork your body .

you opened your eyes after a minute or two to be met with seonghwa gazing at you patiently, with the look of an angel spread across his new worldly features. his hand, which was digging into your sore muscles, moved to wipe some of your hair out of your face, while the other picked up a glass of ice-cold water conveniently placed on the bedside table. seonghwa urged you to drink from it, silently panicking that he was tending to all your needs .

he gently rolled you onto your stomach and moved the comforter away from your fragile body. despite how he has just handled you, he couldn't help but feel like you were a porcelain doll that needed to be taken care of in every way. he would have hated to cause you any long term pain simply for his pleasure, so he made it his absolute goal to ensure you were well taken care of .

seonghwa gently yet thoroughly massaged your inner thighs and all the way along your back, gently applying pressure into any knots . he took his time in making sure he was targeting the most sore areas by asking you where you needed the most attention.

after a thorough 20 minutes of massaging, seonghwa moved to hover over your body so his lips were right next to your ear. he left a feather-like kiss to the skin behind your ear before whispering to you ,

"you wait here for a minute sweetheart, okay ? 'm gonna run you a nice warm bath. don't fall asleep just yet, baby. still gotta go for breakfast too. "

he planted one more kiss by your ear before moving off your body into the bathroom, leaving your skin to form goosebumps from the lack of warmth.

as you glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside, 10:47am, you let out a small laugh realising that you had missed the hotel breakfast hours for your little moment .

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disneyprincemuke · 9 months

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you make everyday feel like it's christmas

alternatively: logan is weirdly great at giving presents

in which logan surprises her in the morning with a throughtful second present

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"merry christmas," is the first thing she hears when she opens her eyes. completely blinded by the sun shining into the bedroom oscar had prepared for them, she closes them immediately and turns to nuzzle her face into logan's bare arm.

"merry christmas," she manages to say, wrapping her arms around logan's arm. "good morning."

"are you awake?"

"yeah, i'm answering you."

"you wished me merry christmas an hour ago while you were asleep," logan grins, turning his body to throw his arms and legs around her body. "i bet you don't even remember that happening."

"you're right, actually. i'm sorry. i think the eggnog really got to me," she sighs, moving her face away from logan's shoulder. she lifts her head and grins, slowly opening her eyes. "good morning, my love."

"good morning!" he beams, leaning down to press a kiss on the tip of her nose. "when you're ready, i've got a present for you."

her eyes widen, lips quickly spreading into the biggest smile. "a present? i thought we already exchanged presents last night? oh, the eggnogs were pretty strong, i guess. i didn't even realise."

"we did." he picks at her hair slowly, pushing it behind her ear as he massages her head softly. "i've got another one for you. i was supposed to get you one gift-"

"yes, like we agreed on last christmas."

"yes," logan nods firmly, "like we agreed on. but, i really had to get you another one. you'll love it."

"babe, you say that every year," she whines, hands chasing for him as he tries to untangle himself from her grasp. "i do always end up loving it, sure, but we agreed no surprise gifts this year!"

"i do like spoiling you," logan answers simply, hunched over in the corner of the guest bedroom while he digs into his suitcase. "i would have given it to you last night, but oscar never would have let me live it down."

"logan, if you actually bit into my joke of giving me nude pictures in polaroid form, i might just book a flight back to the uk early."

"no, it's not that!" logan gasps, furrowing his eyebrows. "it's christmas - not your birthday!"

"logan!"

"okay, shut up," logan giggles, jogging back over to the bed with his hands behind his back. he hops onto the middle of the bed, sitting on his feet as he knelt in front of her.

she sits up slightly, pulling the blankets over her shoulder. "okay, what is it?"

"i've had it stored in my closet forever," he giggles, shuddering ever so slightly as he contains his excitement. "by forever, i mean since december started."

"how? i put clothes in your closet."

"my shoe box."

"your shoe box?"

"yeah, you don't really touch my shoe box often," logan stares at her blankly, hands still behind his back to keep the present from her prying eyes. "right. anyway."

"okay," she smiles, eyes glistening in curiosity. "anyway?"

"right. so you scored your first podium in formula 1 this year, right? in singapore and you were up there with carlos and lando and everything," logan grins, recounting the exciting weekend as if it had happened to him personally. "it took me a lot of convincing seb and your principal to get this."

"i don't suppose you have an entire tyre behind your back, do you?" she laughs, throwing her head back.

"no," logan says monotonously, tilting his head. "but you're close."

"what?"

"i," logan cuts himself off, rolling his eyes sheepishly and giggling softly. "it's kinda stupid. seb had to convince your team principal to let me have these, and i had to make a powerpoint - it was a whole thing."

"mind getting me where your mind's at, babe?" she smiles slightly, a hand reaching out to rub his arm for comfort.

"it's a little silly," he waves her concerns off with a lopsided grin on his face. he moves his arms to rest on his thighs, presenting her with a small box. "it's a lucky charm bracelet."

"a bracelet?"

"yeah. of every single time you made history this year," logan grins, slowly handing her the box. "basically, seb and i begged your team for a teenie-tiny amount of tyre residue after you'd cross the line. then ciara and i found someone to preserve them and carve them into the track layout."

she opens the box, and logan did not lie. a silver bracelet sits in the black velvet box, charms hanging off in the shape of tracks like australia and singapore. "oh?"

"and then we can add more every single time you change history in the sport," logan smiles sweetly, craning his neck to stare at his gift with her. "do you like it?"

"like it?" she coos, slowly taking the bracelet into her hands. it feels so delicate, almost like she doesn't even want to wear it in fear of potentially losing or damaging it beyond repair. "logan, this is the most thoughtful gift anyone's ever gotten me. i love it."

"seriously? i thought it was a bit corny," logan presses his lips together as his cheeks turn a deep shade of red. "and kinda gross - it's tire residue mixed with gravel and heat and- well, you know."

"logan, i love it," she smiles, tracing the charms with her nail. "this is so sweet. suddenly, the custom shoes i'd gotten you didn't seem so special and thoughtful. thank you so much. i wish i could get you something as significant as this."

he frowns, squeezing her cheeks. "i got you this because you deserve it. thank you for letting me be a part of everything you're changing with the sport."

"thank you, seriously. i love you," she cries, frowning when logan takes it from her hands. she tears up as logan fastens it around her wrist gently, adjusting it for her. "i'm scared. what if this gets lost?"

"blythe thought you might say that." he wipes her tear-stained cheek as he presses a kiss to her forehead. "i've got an extra of the entire thing back in the uk. so, don't even worry about it."

she blinks blankly, looking up at him before glancing down at her wrist once more. she looks back up at him. "this is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me."

"what can i say? you deserve the best," logan shrugs, dimples showing before his smile. "the world, even. i love you."

she wraps an arm around the back of his neck, pulling him down to her as she catches his lips into hers. she sighs against his lips, slowly dropping herself back into bed while pulling logan down with her. he has a hand on her back, supporting her weight while she lowers, inching up to adjust to where her lips are.

"we don't have to be ready for brunch for another," she pulls away, reaching over to the bedside table to tap on her phone, "30 minutes. stay in bed a while?"

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thethaispasingapore · 4 months

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Discover Tranquility: Exploring Spa Services in Singapore

In the bustling city-state of Singapore, where the pace of life is fast and hectic, finding moments of peace and relaxation is essential. Fortunately, Singapore boasts an array of world-class spas that offer a sanctuary for rejuvenation and renewal. Let’s delve into some of the top spa services available in Singapore that promise to soothe your senses and revitalize your spirit.

Traditional Thai Massage

Thai massage is a timeless healing art that originated in Thailand over 2,000 years ago. It combines elements of yoga, acupressure, and meditation to provide a holistic experience that nurtures both body and soul. Traditional Thai massage focuses on energy lines throughout the body, using gentle stretching and rhythmic pressure to release tension and restore balance. This ancient practice is renowned for its ability to improve flexibility, alleviate muscle soreness, and promote overall well-being.

Aromatherapy Massage

Aromatherapy massage harnesses the therapeutic properties of essential oils to enhance the massage experience. These aromatic oils are carefully selected for their healing benefits and are applied to the skin during the massage. As the oils are absorbed, they not only nourish the skin but also stimulate the senses, promoting relaxation and reducing stress. Aromatherapy massage is perfect for those looking to unwind and indulge in a sensory journey of blissful relaxation.

Hot Stone Therapy

Hot stone therapy is a luxurious spa treatment that combines the benefits of massage with the healing properties of heated stones. Smooth, heated stones are placed on key points of the body to warm and relax the muscles. The therapist then uses the stones to perform a soothing massage, melting away tension and promoting deep relaxation. Hot stone therapy is known for its ability to relieve muscle stiffness, improve circulation, and induce a state of profound tranquility.

Foot Reflexology

Foot reflexology is a popular spa treatment that focuses on the feet as a map of the entire body. By applying pressure to specific points on the feet, reflexologists can stimulate corresponding organs and systems, promoting healing and relaxation throughout the body. Foot reflexology is not only deeply relaxing but also offers a wide range of health benefits, including improved circulation, reduced stress, and enhanced overall well-being.

Benefits of Spa Services

Stress Reduction: Spa services provide a sanctuary from the stresses of daily life, allowing you to relax and unwind in a tranquil environment.

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Improved Well-Being: Regular spa visits can improve overall well-being by promoting relaxation, reducing stress, and enhancing mental clarity and focus.

Spa services in Singapore offer a haven of relaxation and rejuvenation amidst the hustle and bustle of city life. Whether you’re seeking a traditional Thai massage, an indulgent aromatherapy experience, or a soothing hot stone therapy session, there’s a spa treatment to suit your needs. Take the time to prioritize self-care and treat yourself to the revitalizing experience you deserve.

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lollipopmassage · 2 years

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lasourcesg · 2 years

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Body Spa In Singapore

If you're searching for a relaxing and rejuvenating experience, a body spa in Singapore is the perfect choice. You can indulge in a luxurious escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life with a wide range of spa treatments and services available.

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eudorabeauty1 · 1 year

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Need a break from the hustle and bustle of daily life? Treat yourself to a body massage promotion Singapore at Eudora Beauty! Our beauty salon offers a variety of body massage treatments that help you relax and rejuvenate.

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marychia · 2 years

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Are you looking for a slimming massage Singapore? If so, you’re in luck! Slimming massage is gaining popularity as an effective way to reduce fat and improve overall health. In Singapore, there are many experienced therapists who offer slimming massage services.

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jhypeach · 1 year

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After Midnight [2:00 am]

pairing: mark lee x fem reader warnings: clit play, shower sex, smut smut word count: 1k+ an: the aftermath of mark lee appearing on the live just wearing a robe and the members saw his underwear. i feel ill 😵‍💫

It was almost midnight, and Mark hadn't returned to your hotel room yet. He asked me to accompany him from their America leg until today's one-day concert show in Singapore. There is little to do when I go over the world with him and the members. We can only be our usual selves sometimes when fans aren't around since our relationship isn't publicly announced. So, I spent 80% of my stay in every country in the hotel room, and the remaining 20% was in their makeup room, talking and getting nervous with the members.

Since it's almost 12 and Mark isn't here yet, I decided to take a bath already and prepare for bed. However, it was a real struggle for me with an injured hand. I accidentally sprained my wrist earlier, moving the suitcase around. Mark wasn't there to help me since they immediately started their stage rehearsal a few hours after we landed. But the moment he knew bout my sprained wrist, he kept asking about my condition, and I didn't want to concern him when I was totally fine and he was about to perform. So instead of being backstage which I usually do at every concert, I insist that I just stay in our room.

I was putting shampoo on my hair and getting annoyed that I couldn't properly wash myself. Few minutes of irritation, I heard faint steps outside the bathroom. "Babe? Y/n" I heard Mark looking for me. "In the bathroom, I replied." I didn't hear any response after. I contemplated if I should ask him for help. He's probably already sleeping since he was tired from the whole concert. I sneaked out of the bathroom to check if he was asleep already. I saw him sitting on the couch, waiting for me. "Why are your clothes soaking wet?" he asked. I scratched the back of my head, "I need help. I can't wash my hair properly."

He followed me inside the bathroom, "Babe, I think you need to take your shirt off," he said as he stood near the sink, "No, It's fine. I-I just asked you to help me with my hair so-", I was cut off when he walked closer to me leaned forward towards my ears "Is it because you're thinking of something else?" he asked. I was taken aback; I had swallowed my saliva when I felt his breath lick my neck and jaw. "How about we wash up together, then I'll clean you after?" He suggested pushing me inside the shower room, "No! I-I just… I just need to help wash-ing my *gulp* hair," I stuttered at how close he was. I don't know why I am getting nervous. Sex isn't something new to us. But having sex overseas is.

"Oh really? But look at that" he looked at the shower niche with a messy shampoo and body wash bottle. I sighed, clearly defeated and can't get my way out. He held my injured wrist; it made me look at him. Great! He's already half-naked in front of me. "Don't worry, I'll be careful," he said softly, massaging my wrist.

My back faces him as he rubs my shoulder blades with loofa. I flinched when I felt him rubbing near my breast. I could actually feel myself drip down there. "Is this making you excited?" he teased me. And I hate it whenever he does. "Perhaps you like to do it in the shower," that's it. I do not plan on getting laid in Singapore tonight, and he better behave. "Okay, get it out. We will never finish if we do this," I said and faced him. I tried to push him out, but he held my injured wrist and pinned it on the wall, "I said I'll help you. So, you're not gonna push me until your wrist heals" I felt his hands in my entrance, drawing circles. "So let me help you down here too."

He played with my clit, pinching, circling his fingers around it, teasing my entrance. I moved my hips in an attempt to grind it. This was driving me crazy. With my injured hand pinned and my free hand holding his nape for support. "How does it feel," he asked me. The bubbles from the body wash all over my body aren't helping as it tickles me, and my whole body is so sensitive, with Mark teasing my entrance. A whimper, "Fughck!" was just all I said. He removed his hand from my entrance, yanked my left leg on his arm, and swiftly held my hips. He entered me with a warning.

Keeping myself in balance is a real struggle standing on one foot and with my arm pinned on the wall. Plus, Mark is thrusting so rough and fast in me. Showers dripping, wet squelching, moans, and whimpers were the music for our night. "Ah! Ah!" I bit my lower lip to suppress some moans and clenched around his shaft while Mark nibbled my jaw down to my neck and collarbone. "Im close," I said as he licked my collarbone to my neck, "Not yet," he said and turned me, pining my chest on the wall. He pulled my waist closer and higher, making me arch my back. He entered me again without warning. "fuck!" he cussed, "fucking tight ever."

We ended up having more than 3 rounds inside the shower and about 2 in the sink when he finally freed me. I was already brushing my hair when I heard knocks on our hotel room door. I peeked out the peephole and saw the 5 boys, I opened the door for them, and they immediately filled our room with noise.

“Noona, where’s Mark hyung?” Jisung asked me, "Oh, in the shower," I replied. Haechan immediately banged the bathroom door, "Hyung, hurry up, we have to do live." "Is your wrist fine now?" Renjun asked me while others lay on our bed while they waited for Mark, "Yeah, the swelling has subsided already." A few seconds after, Mark came out of the bathroom just wearing a robe, "Let's go," he said and sat beside Renjun. "At least wear something?" I told him, "I'm wearing briefs inside. Don't worry". The members looked at him, and some nagged while Haechan and Jeno laughed. "Let him be. I'll start the live now. Just don't stand up, hyung, because we can see your purple underwear. And cover your neck properly. We can see scratches."

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