Minors Do Not Interact! P In V No Protection (wrap It Before You Tap It) Fingering 1709words

Minors do not interact! p in v no protection (wrap it before you tap it) fingering 1709words

The bright lights in the club flashed while the music blasted with a heavy bass. It was a typical night in Ibiza for everyone where the energy never seemed to stop.

Y/n had come to Ibiza to escape for a week leaving her job and stress behind. She wasn't looking for anything specific but it would be a lie to say she wouldn't mind blowing some steam off tonight. 

By this time of the night her friends had dispersed into the crowd while she sat at the bar sipping slowly on her mojito and swaying to the music.

Across the room, Lando leaned against a wall, watching the dance floor. He was in Ibiza on a whim, having decided that he needed a break from his life back in Monaco. His friends had convinced him that this island was the place to be. 

As the night wore on, their eyes met across the room. Y/n felt a jolt, a spark of something she couldn't quite name. Lando, intrigued by the confidence in her gaze, smiled and nodded toward the dance floor. Without a word, she set down her drink and wove her way through the crowd toward him. He started moving to the center of the floor, because the last thing he would do is turn down a dance from a pretty lady.

They met in the center of the floor, the music thumping around them, and without hesitation, they started to dance. The rhythm took over, and soon they were moving together, in sync, as if they'd known each other for years. Y/n’s laughter was infectious, and Lando found himself grinning, caught up in the moment.

It wasn't long before the space between them closed, their bodies pressed together as they danced. The heat of the crowd, the music, and the shared electricity between them created a bubble that seemed to cut them off from the rest of the world. They didn’t speak much—there was no need. The music did all the talking.

As the night deepened, the lights dimmed, and the tempo of the music slowed. Lando leaned down, his lips brushing your ear as he asked, "Want to get out of here?"

She looked up at him, her eyes bright with excitement. "Yes," she replied, her voice breathless from the dancing and the anticipation.

The bass still thumped in her chest as they stepped out of the club, stepping into the warm Ibiza air. Laughter and music faded into the distance as they walked  down the street hand in hand, her heels clicking against the pavement. The neon lights from the sign of a nearby hotel glowed softly in the darkness.

Lando pushed through the revolving door, the hum of the lobby a welcome contrast to the chaos they’d left behind.

The elevator doors slid shut, sealing them in a small, intimate space. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that had been simmering all night long. She could feel his presence beside her, close enough that their arms brushed with every slight movement. The numbers above the door ticked upwards, but time seemed to slow.

He turned to her, his eyes dark with a mix of something you couldn’t quite name—desire, maybe, or a kind of quiet determination. Her breath caught in her throat as his hand found her waist, pulling her gently but firmly towards him.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice low and rough. She nodded, unable to find her voice, her heart racing in anticipation. And then he kissed her.

It was everything she imagined it would be, the kind of kiss that stole the breath from her lungs and made her knees go weak. His lips were warm and demanding, she melted into him, her hands finding the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer as the elevator hummed softly around them. 

The ding of the elevator reaching their floor broke the spell. Lando led the way to the room as you both rushed. The door clicked shut behind him.

‘’Ready?’’

She could feel the intensity of his need in every touch, every kiss, as if he was devouring her. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as his mouth found hers again, their kisses growing more frantic.

His hands roamed lower, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her against him, letting her feel just how much he wanted her. She whimpered into his mouth, her own desire spiraling out of control, and she arched into him, craving more, needing more.

His lips trailed down her neck, teeth grazing her skin in a way that made her moan, her head falling back against the wall. His hands roamed freely, exploring every curve, every inch of her body with an urgency that matched her own. She could feel his boner pushing against her belly.

He couldn't get enough. 

She tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. He obliged, breaking the kiss just long enough to yank his shirt over his head, before his mouth was on hers again, even hungrier than before. His hands slipped under her dress, finding the bare skin of her thighs, squeezing firmly as he pushed her dress up further, his fingers teasing the edge of her panties.

“God, you’re driving me insane,” he growled against her lips, his voice rough with need. 

“Then do something about it,” she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation.

His eyes darkened, and in one swift movement, he tore her panties away, the sound of ripping fabric making her pulse race. His fingers found her instantly, sliding between her folds, and she cried out, arching into him as he teased her, his thumb circling her clit with passion. 

‘‘Fuck o-omg’’ was all she could say. She could barely think, her body completely at his mercy as he worked her with skilled fingers, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She clung to him, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. 

‘T-t-too mu-chhh’’ He didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate, his fingers driving into her faster, harder, his mouth capturing her cries as she came apart in his arms. 

Her climax hit her like a wave, her body trembling uncontrollably as pleasure coursed through her. He swallowed her moans, his hand never stopping its relentless pace until she was a panting, trembling mess against him.

When she finally caught her breath, he pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and burning desire. “We’re not done,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

She smiled, wicked and full of promise. “Not even close.”

They stumbled toward the bed, their hands tearing at the rest of  each other’s clothes, the air between them crackling with raw, unrestrained need. Her dress fell to the floor, a forgotten heap of fabric, as he pushed her onto the bed, his eyes dark with hunger as he followed her down.

His lips were everywhere—her neck, her collarbone, the curve of her breasts. He kissed and nipped at her skin, leaving a trail of fire in his path. She arched into him, her hands desperate as they roamed over the hard muscles of his back, pulling him closer, needing more.

He slipped his hand between her legs, finding her already wet and aching for him. She gasped, her back arching off the bed as he teased her with slow, deliberate strokes, his dick playing her like an instrument he knew intimately well. 

“Please,” she breathed, her voice barely more than a whimper, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.

He grinned against her skin, his breath hot against her ear. “Not yet,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “I want to hear you beg.”

She shuddered at his words, her body betraying her as it responded to the dark promise in his voice. He slid his dick against her slit, She cried out, her fingers tangling in his curls as he teased with maddening precision, bringing her closer and closer to the edge but never quite letting her fall.

“Please,” she begged, her voice desperate, her body trembling under his relentless assault.

‘‘Please what?’’

‘‘Please fuck me’’ he smiled at her with a smug grin.“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice like velvet. Positioning himself between her legs. She could feel him hard and ready against her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing him inside her.

With one swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, and she moaned, the sensation overwhelming. He didn’t hold back—he set a punishing pace, each thrust deep and powerful, driving her higher and higher. She met him with equal intensity, their bodies moving together in a frantic rhythm, the bed creaking beneath them as they lost themselves in each other.

He kissed her again, hard and possessive, swallowing her moans as he drove them both closer to the edge. She could feel the pressure building inside her, her body tightening around him as she spiraled toward release. He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit, and the added stimulation sent her over the edge.

She shattered beneath him, her body convulsing with pleasure as her orgasm tore through her. He followed seconds later, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips as he buried himself deep inside her, his body tensing as he found his release.

They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and sweat-soaked sheets, both of them breathing hard. He rolled to his side, pulling her with him, their bodies still connected, his arm wrapping around her waist to keep her close.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing and the distant hum of the city outside. Finally, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his voice a low rumble in her ear.

“That was just the beginning,” he whispered, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her back. “We’ve got all night.”

She smiled against his chest, her heart still racing, and she knew he was right. The night was far from over, and the fire between them had only just begun. 

Mom & Dad

Mann I need to see some toe-curling Daniel Ricciardo smut on here asap!

Never agreed with something sm.

Honk buttons should be replaced with missiles

Not the actual Rhode account posting Lando with Magui's phone case and purse

Rhode intern literally woke up and chose violence.

AND they tagged him too 😭😭

My actual reaction :

Under His Control

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Song of the story: I Put A Spell On You - Annie Lennox

She stood in the center of the room, heart pounding as she waited, her hands clasped in front of her, her gaze lowered to the floor. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a sweet tension that coiled tight in her stomach. She could hear his footsteps approaching, each one deliberate, measured, sending a shiver of both excitement and nervousness down her spine.

When he finally entered, the air seemed to thicken, the weight of his presence making her feel small, vulnerable, yet safe in a way that only he could make her feel. She didn’t look up, didn’t move, knowing that he wanted her to stay just like this—waiting, ready for whatever he decided.

"Lewis," she breathed, his name a quiet plea on her lips, though she wasn’t even sure what she was asking for. Maybe permission, maybe reassurance, maybe just a sign that she was doing everything right.

He came closer, his fingers brushing her cheek, a soft touch that made her skin tingle. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice calm and controlled, yet carrying a weight that sent warmth flooding through her. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to look up, to meet his eyes, but knowing that he preferred her like this—obedient, willing.

He tilted her chin up with a finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense, filled with a heat that made her knees weak. "You’re mine tonight," he said softly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "You’ll do exactly as I say, won’t you?"

"Yes, Lewis," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, not from fear but from the overwhelming need to please him. The way he looked at her, the way his words wrapped around her, made her feel cherished, treasured, but also completely at his mercy.

He smiled, a slow, approving curve of his lips that made her heart race. "That’s what I like to hear," he said, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. "Now, be a good girl and kneel for me."

She sank to her knees without hesitation, the act itself a submission that made her feel both vulnerable and empowered in his presence. She waited, her hands resting lightly on her thighs, her head bowed, knowing that he was watching her and taking in every detail of her obedience.

Lewis stepped closer, his hand sliding into her hair, tugging gently but firmly, lifting her gaze to meet his. "You look beautiful like this," he said, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. "So eager to please, so willing to submit. Are you ready to be mine?"

Her breath caught, her entire body humming with anticipation. "Yes sir" she answered, her voice filled with quiet certainty. "I’m ready."

"Good," he whispered, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "Because tonight, you’re going to be everything I want."

"Hands behind your back," he commanded softly, his voice dark and smooth like velvet, a tone that made her heart race. Without hesitation, she complied, feeling the thrill of submission as she placed her hands behind her back, her fingers trembling slightly with the eagerness to please him.

She heard the soft clink of metal as he retrieved the cuffs, the sound alone sending a wave of heat through her body. The cool touch of steel against her skin as he fastened the cuffs around her wrists was a stark contrast to the warmth of his hands. 

With her hands now restrained, she felt a surge of vulnerability, but also a deep sense of trust. She was completely at his mercy, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. He stepped around to face her, his gaze intense, filled with a dark promise that sent her pulse skyrocketing.

"You look perfect like this," Lewis murmured, his eyes tracing the lines of her body, taking in the sight of her standing there, bound and willing. "So ready to be taken, aren’t you?"

She nodded, her breath hitching as he reached out, his fingers tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. "Yes, Sir," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and anticipation. "I’m yours."

He smiled, a slow, predatory grin that made her knees weak. Without warning, he pushed her back onto the bed, his movements quick and decisive. She landed on the soft sheets, her hands still secured behind her, her body arching slightly as he leaned over her, his presence overwhelming.

He didn’t waste time. His hands moved over her body, exploring, claiming, his touch a mix of rough and gentle that left her gasping for breath. With her hands restrained, every sensation was heightened, every touch more intense, more electrifying.

"Do you know what I’m going to do to you?" Lewis whispered against her ear, his voice low, sending shivers down her spine.

She shook her head, unable to form words, her mind clouded with need, with the overwhelming desire to submit completely to whatever he had in store.

"I’m going to take my time with you,".

"Make you beg for it."