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tangled in your trance

Mob!Lando x Journalist!Reader 

Summary: You were writing an article on crimes that happen in the city. The type of crimes that regular people don’t bother thinking about – how cars and their drivers find themselves down in riverbeds, how some people go missing overnight without a trace, how some high end drugs get in and out, why some of the empty, rundown warehouses have more security guards guarding them than anything else in the city, etc. And the short answer was that the mob was behind all this. You wanted to know more, get some more details about that world and what it was like. You knew it would come with risks, even though you were overtly researching this topic. Begging for interviews and pleading them to answer your questions. But nothing was working, so you decided to adopt a more… hands on approach. There was one man you were after, one man whose brain you wanted to dive into because he was so intriguing. Lando. Young, powerful, dangerous. His input would be great for your article, you thought. So maybe if you just showed up at one of his clubs and asked for a tiny slice of his time… maybe he might just agree and answer some of your questions. After all, what’s the worst that could happen? 

Themes: mob!lando, journalist!reader, explicit language, smut, degrading kink, praise kink, mentions of death and violence

“Let’s talk in my office.” 

You barely said a word to him. Barely even introduced yourself, but somehow he knew who you were right away. His people must’ve warned him the moment you stepped into the club. 

Of course they knew who you were, you’d been going to his clubs for weeks now. Hoping to find him, get close enough without his guards pushing you away, and ask him some things. And today was your lucky day. Or night. 

You didn’t even have to look for him tonight. The moment you came in, his guards found you and asked you to follow them. You did, a little reluctantly though because they were still the mob even though they’d been somewhat respectful. 

Besides, this was a packed club. So many witnesses. They couldn’t hurt you, right? They could’ve kicked you out of their clubs anytime. But they never did. He never did. 

Ah. Lando. 

At such a young age, he’d built up quite the life and reputation for himself. Always in the headlines, always in the tabloids. Pictures of his multiple arrests, handcuffs around his wrists, cops surrounding him and there he always was in the middle with that damn smirk on his gorgeous face because he knew he was untouchable. The most he got was a couple nights in a cell and he was always out in no time. 

Then there were his infamous dinner parties. He was like Gatsby, but if he were a gangster. Politicians, socialites, celebrities, his allies – everyone was invited to his parties. Even paparazzi because one thing about Lando, he loved to put on a show. 

And here you were now, following him down some hallway to his office. You were nervous, but you couldn’t let it show. After all, if he wanted you dead you would be already. Maybe you’d finally get what you wanted tonight. Answers, and then you’ll finally be done with your article. 

“Have a seat.” He said, letting you into his office before he shut the door and locked it. “You want a drink?” He asked, and you noted the not-so-subtle way his gaze roamed all over your body. 

You watched how his expression changed. From stoic to lustful as he took you in. You’d put in quite a bit of effort in your appearance tonight. You found out, in your couple of years of carrying out research, that men will always spill their guts in no time and basically do anything for a woman who looks pretty. So, to make your life easier – especially since you’d been hunting down Lando for weeks – you dressed the part. The short, red, skin tight dress. Bold red lip. The pointy, black stiletto heels. A lot of skin showing, but not enough at the same time. 

You looked like a walking temptation, judging by the looks you’d been given tonight. By random men, by Lando’s guards, and… now Lando himself. 

“Uh, no thank you.” 

You watched as he walked over to his mini bar and made himself something in a glass and brought it over to his desk, where you sat on one of the chairs. But instead of taking a seat on the large leather chair on the other side of the desk, Lando simply walked over to where you sat and leaned against the edge of the table just mere inches from you. 

You looked up at him and understood immediately what he was doing. Intimidating you. And you would be angry if he didn’t look so good doing it. That face… oh he could be all of the horrible things the media liked to call him but gods, he was devilishly handsome. 

“You know you can’t record any of this, right?” He spoke, lifting his glass up to his pink mouth and took a sip all while holding your stare. 

“I know.” You managed to get your voice to be steady. 

“How do I know you’re not mic’ed up?” He asked, a faint smirk on his lips. 

You recognised that smirk. It was the same one he had in all of his pictures. That arrogant curve on his lips, his dimples showing. Those pictures made his fangirls go crazy – yes, he had those too. 

You couldn’t be sheepish and weak. Not now. “Do you want to check?” You found yourself asking, raising an eyebrow at him and watching with glee how a look of surprise quickly flashed in his eyes. He wasn’t expecting that, was he? 

“I would. But despite it all, I am a gentleman. So I’ll trust you.” A pause then he said, “I take it you won’t lie to me.” 

There it was then. That thick tension was forming. How could it not? He was standing so close, staring right down at your rather exposed cleavage. And if that made him talk and answer your questions, who the hell cared? 

“I hope you won’t lie to me either. I just have some questions I need answered for this article I’m working on.” You said, pulling out a tiny notepad from your purse and a pen. “Can we start?” 

“Sure.” He answered with a shrug. You thought he might take a seat and have an actual conversation but no. There he remained, leaning against the desk, looking down at you with interest. 

“Okay. You’re often in the headlines, always accused of some dark crime or another. How true are these headlines?” 

He chuckled. And gods, what a beautiful face. “Dark?” He scoffed. “Normal people don’t even know what dark is.” 

Huh. “Normal people. Do you think you’re that different from everyone else?” 

He leaned down just a little, staring deep into your eyes. “I was born in this life. Nothing about me has ever been or will ever be normal.” 

You knew he wasn’t answering your question. Maybe he wouldn’t answer any of them. But you wanted to know so much more. “And say you wanted to leave all this and be normal? What then?” 

“That’s not an option.” He simply said. He didn’t sound happy about it, nor did he sound regretful. Just indifferent. Like he was commenting on the weather. “This is what I was born for.” 

“To maim and kill?” You found yourself asking. 

He just smirked. “You think that’s all we do?” 

“What else is there? That’s all they write about you.” You looked away from him for a moment. It was kind of embarrassing to indirectly admit that you’d read every article that’s ever mentioned him. 

Another smug chuckle. “You mean it’s all what you write about me.” 

You were quick to defend yourself. “I’ve never written anything about you. This would be the first time.” 

He smiled. A little dangerously if you were honest. “Go on then, ask me your questions.” 

You looked down at your notes quickly, scared that if you stared too long into his eyes you’d get lost and never be able to escape. “Um, last month there were rumours that you had a man killed, put him in his car and dumped the car in the river.” You looked up at him then. “Did you?” 

All smirks were gone. Something else was there though, like determination in his eyes. Anger as well, as he said, “He needed to go. He was a violent piece of shit, always hurting his wife and kids. The wife reached out to us and we,” He leaned in closer again and whispered, “took care of it. His family is safe now.” 

“So… you would call yourself a vigilante?” 

His playful demeanor was back in an instant as he replied with, “You can call me whatever you want, beautiful.” He even winked as he said it. 

You didn’t expect your body to have a reaction to what he said. Your thighs clenched instinctively, and given the length of your dress and how little it hid, Lando saw it. And his smirk grew even wider. Pure male arrogance on his handsome face. 

You took a deep breath and asked, “Well, what about that one politician who disappeared overnight? The cops were watching you like a hawk when that happened, but they found nothing which linked it to you although the man was last seen at one of your parties just the night before he disappeared off the face of the earth so, what’s that about?” 

Lando laughed again. Then he reached for your notepad and pen, and carelessly tossed them aside. “Stop with the textbook things.” He leaned down, placing his hands on the armrests of the chair you sat on and turned it so you face him properly. He kept his hands there, keeping you caged as he leaned in even closer, mere inches away from your face as he spoke. “Ask me what you wanna know. Forget the headlines. Forget the article. What do you want to know about me, babygirl?” 

You stared into his eyes the entire time, your heart racing faster and faster with each second that passed. 

“Do you plan on hurting me?” You asked. There was always the possibility that he would never let you write this article, right? It would draw too much attention to him. There was nothing he couldn’t do. Stalk you? Destroy your career? Everything was possible when he was involved. 

“No.” He answered, sincerely. Voice deep and calm. He smelled so good too, you noted. 

“The headlines, are they all true?” You asked. 

“No. The cops hate me and my family so they just tell reporters whatever it takes to villainise us.” He said, with a hint of a smirk. 

“Criminals with morals.” You stated. “Do you regret hurting people?” 

“Sometimes.” 

You couldn’t look away. Your gaze was locked into his as you asked, “You never shy away from cameras or paparazzi. Is it because you like the rush of being… well, you know, you?” 

That made his smirk. “I think I’ve finally figured out why you’re here.” 

That caught you by surprise. “What do you mean?” 

He leaned closer, enough that the tip of his nose touched yours as he spoke. And you didn’t move away. His presence, his scent was enchanting almost. “The article…” He said, “Well I don’t know how serious you are about it but, it can’t be the only reason why you’re here. It can’t be why you’ve been constantly seen at most of my clubs for weeks. This is a big risk, you know? For a girl like you to be fraternizing with men like me… I think I know why you’re doing it.” 

“Why?” You were almost breathless. You shut your eyes, unable to take the close proximity. He was so magnetic you couldn’t even pull away. 

He spoke slowly, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “Because I think you’re drawn to my world. And me. You’re not here for your silly article. You’re here because you like this. The danger. The risks. The unknown. The darkness. All of it.” 

You were quick to oppose. “That’s not–,” 

He cut you off by asking, “Then why did you wear a matching set to come see me, huh?” 

You gasped, opening your eyes to find him shamelessly staring down your cleavage. Your dress, poor thing, wasn’t hiding anything at all so he could see the full set of lingerie you wore under the dress. You could’ve sworn his gaze felt like a physical touch. You straightened your spine and faced him confidently, refusing to back down. 

“Are you that arrogant? That you think every woman wants you?” You didn’t mean to sound like you were teasing him but, oh well. 

He pulled away just a little and you could tell he was turned on. The fire in his eyes, the way he clenched and unclenched his jaw, they were clear signs. Plus, the way he looked down at your thighs in hunger should’ve been illegal. Not that he cared about what was and what wasn’t. 

“I don’t know about every woman,” He said, “but are you saying that if I reach down there I won’t find you dripping wet for me?” 

His words caught you off guard. And you could suddenly feel the wetness gathering in your flimsy underwear now. 

“Get up.” He said. And you found yourself standing up immediately. Possibly hungrier than him. Once you stood in front of him, he wrapped a gentle hand around your throat and pulled you close and said, “Look at you. You really tried with your little outfit.” He chuckled, before whispering into your ear, “You really tried to blend in with this cheap dress.” He smirked against your skin. “But the expensive lingerie gave it away, baby. You’re not one of us. You belong to a different world. Posh. Clean. Fancy world.” 

His other hand slipped in between your thighs, cupping your pussy like it belonged to him. You could only gasp as you felt his fingers exploring what they found, feeling the soft, wet material of your thin underwear. 

“But you want it, don’t you?” He asked. “You want to be treated like you’re one of us.” He pulled away to stare deep into your eyes. He squeezed the sides of your throat just a little to make it harder to breathe right. “Answer me. Tell me you want this.” 

“Fuck.” You gasped when you felt him instinctively rubbing his fingers against your embarrassingly wet folds. “Yes.” You moaned. “Yes, I want it. I want you.” 

He smirked. “There we go.” He almost growled as he slid a finger inside you and felt you clenching hard around him. “Squeezing me already, huh? Are you that desperate, baby? Have you been this wet ever since you walked in here, dressed like a little slut for me? Hmm?” 

You couldn’t help but gasp at his words. They should’ve offended you, but they only added to the wetness gathering in your flimsy little underwear. And he must’ve felt it too since he sounded so smug when he said, “Calling you names doesn’t turn you off, does it?” He pulled you closer by your throat and you almost came there and then. 

You whimpered as he lazily circled your clit, smearing your wetness around. “You filthy, little tease.” He chuckled. You let out a loud moan and he smirked, pressing his lips against yours but not kissing you yet. 

“Please…” You begged. 

“Please what?” 

You whined as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. So slowly it made you lose your mind. “Fuck me…” 

“See? All you had to do was ask, angel.” He added another finger as he chuckled darkly. “Look at you, huh?” He taunted, “Coming in here all dressed up, begging to be fucked like a little whore,” He spoke against your lips, his hot breath fanning your face as he pulled away just a little to look at you. “Is that what you want? To be treated like a good little slut by a criminal? Hmm?” 

You nodded a little too quickly. He laughed, removing his hands from in between your legs as he moved you backwards until you were sitting on the edge of his desk. He stepped away for a moment, to look at your slightly disheveled state. 

You were gasping for air by now. Your lipstick smudged. Your dress was half off your body, barely covering anything. 

“I want you naked and bent over my desk. Leave your shoes on.” 

You jumped off the desk the moment the order left his lips. Giddy with anticipation. You didn’t care anymore. You didn’t care that he was a dangerous stranger. 

You kept your shoes on and got out of your dress, then removed your underwear and dropped all your clothes into a little pile at your feet. You took one look at him over your shoulder and whimpered again as you slowly bent over the desk, your cheek pressing against the cold surface of the polished wood as your hands laid palm down on each side of your head. 

You nearly moaned the moment you felt him pressing against your ass, feeling almost all of his hard cock beneath the fabric of his trousers. You felt his hands on your body. He placed his hands on each side of your waist and caressed your body, rubbing up and down along your sides, touching your ass but not once touching you right where you needed him to. 

He scoffed before pinching your skin to make you gasp again, “Such an obedient little slut, aren’t you?” He finally trailed his fingers down in between your legs and lazily traced along your slit. 

You closed your eyes and frowned in pleasure as he lazily finger-fucked you. You whined as he touched a sensitive spot inside you, “Please,” You begged again and sounded just as desperate as you were. 

Your heart raced when you heard him undoing his pants, the sound of him lowering his zipper made you whimper as you pushed your ass against him even more. You felt his hands on your body again, he grabbed you on either side of your hips before pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance. But he didn’t slide his cock inside of you yet. 

You waited, your heart racing as he spoke. “I want you to remember this when you write your little article, you hear me?” He sounded wild, his voice strained and raspy. “I want you to think of this and remember exactly how it feels.” 

You tried to push back into him but he moved away, chuckling as you whined in desperation. “Fuck… fine! Fine, I will.” 

Pleased with your answer, he moaned under his breath as he pushed himself slowly inside of you, feeling your walls tight around him. You whimpered as he filled you up, stretching you as he went. 

He pulled out and thrust deep into you, making you moan and gasp under him. He reached out and grabbed your wrists, pinning them down at your lower back as he started rocking into you. Slowly at first, then gradually building up his pace. “You were hungry for this, weren’t you? This is all you wanted. Huh, baby? Walking in here, giving me those pretty puppy eyes, silently begging to be fucked…” 

You whined as he fucked deep into you, your front bumping against the edge of the desk each time. “Yes,” You admitted. You whimpered as he pounded harder into you at the sound of that confession. His pelvic bone smacking against your ass each time he thrust into you. You’d never hooked up with a total stranger before and this was… exhilarating. 

“Yeah? This is what you wanted, isn’t it? For a man like me to fuck you like he owns you. Hmm? All the good boys you date and introduce to your friends or bring home to your parents don’t fuck you like this, do they? They’re too gentle with you, aren’t they, babygirl?” He growled, tightening his grip on your wrists as he fucked you harder, feeling your walls getting tighter around him. He hissed again, “Don’t you dare fucking come yet!” 

You whined, “Lando, I can’t-,” 

He cut you off quickly, “Yes you can.” He announced. “Hold it, don’t come yet.” He slammed his cock harder into you, making your eyes water and your heart race so fast you felt like it might just escape your ribcage. He thrust so deep into you that it felt like you would simply come apart right there, but then he pulled out and pulled you off the desk, turning you around so you faced him. 

Your lips parted as you gasped for air, he seemed flushed like he was trying very hard to keep his beast chained inside. He cupped your face and kissed you savagely. Lips, teeth, tongue – all of it. Messed up your red lip even more while he was at it. 

You were right on the edge and for a moment it felt like you might just come undone from his kiss alone. 

But then he pulled away from your swollen lip and said, “Get on your knees. Now.” 

Your brain was still processing it all but your body obeyed immediately, falling perfectly on your knees in front of him. You watched him with a hunger in your teary eyes. You watched how he grabbed his cock at the base and guided his tip over to your already open mouth and said, “Suck.” 

You did. You opened your mouth wider as he slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. You took him in slowly until he hit the back of your throat. He gripped your chin carefully and gently guided your mouth along his cock. 

“That’s it.” He hissed in pleasure, “Look at you, you filthy little tease.” He chuckled. “Don’t you wanna take a picture of us like this? Hmm? So you can use it for your article?” He laughed, “You know, just so you can prove to your peers that your research was really in depth and thorough.” 

You looked up and met his feral pretty eyes. He looked every bit of the ruthless mob boss he was known for as he looked down at you like you were in your rightful place, kneeling before him with his cock in your mouth. 

You gripped his thighs, running your nails up and down his skin, and worked extra hard on him, feeling his smooth skin along your tongue, tasting his precum as he groaned. You whimpered when he let out an unrestrained growl as you circle his tip with your tongue before sucking on it gently. 

He let out a carefree chuckle as he looked down at you, “Enjoying yourself?” He asked, knowing damn well you couldn’t respond with his cock filling your mouth. 

So you nodded awkwardly, mouth still around his tip. He groaned at the sight of you on your knees in front of him. “Up.” 

You listened, even though you were a little disappointed you didn’t get to make him come in your mouth but you’d take whatever he’d give you right now. So you followed his guide as he had you sit on the edge of the table again before he stepped in between your shaky legs. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck immediately as he leaned in to kiss you again. Your hands found their way into his hair and you tugged on his hair softly, making him groan. He kissed his way down your neck as he aligned his cock to your core again. He slipped inside you with ease, making you gasp at how good he felt as he began fucking you again. 

It was all so hot, and raw, and dirty that you felt like you were losing your mind. 

Lando grabbed your thighs and pushed them further apart so he could fuck you deeper. You moaned right in his ear as he fucked you like an animal, hard, fast and deep. 

“Lando…” You gasped, “I’m so close…” You whimpered. 

He fucked deeper into you, pounding into you relentlessly as he moaned into the crook of your neck. “Your little cunt feels so good… so fucking tight for me,” He whispered against your skin and you barely heard him over the sound of sex echoing in his spacious office. 

“Hold it.” He hissed. “Careful, babygirl.” He warned. “If you come for me, you’re mine. You get that? A perfect, sweet, nice girl like you doesn’t wanna belong to a man like me now, does she? Hmm?” He hissed again. “Fuck! Stop squeezing my cock like that. I’m dead serious about this, babygirl. You come on my cock right now, and you’re fucking mine and nobody ever touches you again. You hear me?” 

You whined as you felt yourself getting so close to the edge again as he pounded into you aggressively. “Oh fuck,” You whispered, “I can’t…” You felt a tear slip out of the corner of your eye as you felt the pressure in between your legs getting too much to contain. 

Lando felt it too, as your walls clenched violently around him. “Fuck,” He growled into your ear, “Come on, baby. Come all over this cock…” 

You didn’t hear the rest of what he said because you were long gone, well fucked and lust drunk, you came with a loud cry of his name. Lando followed shortly after, coming undone while he was buried deep inside you, gripping your thighs so tightly that his fingers would surely leave a bruise behind as memory. 

“There you go, all fucking mine…” He breathed hard and fast. “All mine.” His quick breaths, his warm body, his sweat dripping onto your skin. All marked as his. “Try not to make me too much of a bad guy when you write your article, you hear me, baby?” 

You fell forward into his chest, unable to hold yourself up as you caught your breath. He wrapped his arms around your shaking body. 

You managed to say, “I don’t even have enough to write about. This was supposed to be the one interview that would’ve saved my article.” 

Lando laughed. “Oops.” 

You would’ve laughed too if you weren’t so spent. 

“Come on,” He said. “Get dressed. Spend the rest of the night with me.” He whispered into your ear. “You earned it, babygirl.” 

And deep down you knew that this wouldn’t be the last night you spent with him. 

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tangled in your trance

Mob!Lando x Journalist!Reader 

Summary: You were writing an article on crimes that happen in the city. The type of crimes that regular people don’t bother thinking about – how cars and their drivers find themselves down in riverbeds, how some people go missing overnight without a trace, how some high end drugs get in and out, why some of the empty, rundown warehouses have more security guards guarding them than anything else in the city, etc. And the short answer was that the mob was behind all this. You wanted to know more, get some more details about that world and what it was like. You knew it would come with risks, even though you were overtly researching this topic. Begging for interviews and pleading them to answer your questions. But nothing was working, so you decided to adopt a more… hands on approach. There was one man you were after, one man whose brain you wanted to dive into because he was so intriguing. Lando. Young, powerful, dangerous. His input would be great for your article, you thought. So maybe if you just showed up at one of his clubs and asked for a tiny slice of his time… maybe he might just agree and answer some of your questions. After all, what’s the worst that could happen? 

Themes: mob!lando, journalist!reader, explicit language, smut, degrading kink, praise kink, mentions of death and violence

“Let’s talk in my office.” 

You barely said a word to him. Barely even introduced yourself, but somehow he knew who you were right away. His people must’ve warned him the moment you stepped into the club. 

Of course they knew who you were, you’d been going to his clubs for weeks now. Hoping to find him, get close enough without his guards pushing you away, and ask him some things. And today was your lucky day. Or night. 

You didn’t even have to look for him tonight. The moment you came in, his guards found you and asked you to follow them. You did, a little reluctantly though because they were still the mob even though they’d been somewhat respectful. 

Besides, this was a packed club. So many witnesses. They couldn’t hurt you, right? They could’ve kicked you out of their clubs anytime. But they never did. He never did. 

Ah. Lando. 

At such a young age, he’d built up quite the life and reputation for himself. Always in the headlines, always in the tabloids. Pictures of his multiple arrests, handcuffs around his wrists, cops surrounding him and there he always was in the middle with that damn smirk on his gorgeous face because he knew he was untouchable. The most he got was a couple nights in a cell and he was always out in no time. 

Then there were his infamous dinner parties. He was like Gatsby, but if he were a gangster. Politicians, socialites, celebrities, his allies – everyone was invited to his parties. Even paparazzi because one thing about Lando, he loved to put on a show. 

And here you were now, following him down some hallway to his office. You were nervous, but you couldn’t let it show. After all, if he wanted you dead you would be already. Maybe you’d finally get what you wanted tonight. Answers, and then you’ll finally be done with your article. 

“Have a seat.” He said, letting you into his office before he shut the door and locked it. “You want a drink?” He asked, and you noted the not-so-subtle way his gaze roamed all over your body. 

You watched how his expression changed. From stoic to lustful as he took you in. You’d put in quite a bit of effort in your appearance tonight. You found out, in your couple of years of carrying out research, that men will always spill their guts in no time and basically do anything for a woman who looks pretty. So, to make your life easier – especially since you’d been hunting down Lando for weeks – you dressed the part. The short, red, skin tight dress. Bold red lip. The pointy, black stiletto heels. A lot of skin showing, but not enough at the same time. 

You looked like a walking temptation, judging by the looks you’d been given tonight. By random men, by Lando’s guards, and… now Lando himself. 

“Uh, no thank you.” 

You watched as he walked over to his mini bar and made himself something in a glass and brought it over to his desk, where you sat on one of the chairs. But instead of taking a seat on the large leather chair on the other side of the desk, Lando simply walked over to where you sat and leaned against the edge of the table just mere inches from you. 

You looked up at him and understood immediately what he was doing. Intimidating you. And you would be angry if he didn’t look so good doing it. That face… oh he could be all of the horrible things the media liked to call him but gods, he was devilishly handsome. 

“You know you can’t record any of this, right?” He spoke, lifting his glass up to his pink mouth and took a sip all while holding your stare. 

“I know.” You managed to get your voice to be steady. 

“How do I know you’re not mic’ed up?” He asked, a faint smirk on his lips. 

You recognised that smirk. It was the same one he had in all of his pictures. That arrogant curve on his lips, his dimples showing. Those pictures made his fangirls go crazy – yes, he had those too. 

You couldn’t be sheepish and weak. Not now. “Do you want to check?” You found yourself asking, raising an eyebrow at him and watching with glee how a look of surprise quickly flashed in his eyes. He wasn’t expecting that, was he? 

“I would. But despite it all, I am a gentleman. So I’ll trust you.” A pause then he said, “I take it you won’t lie to me.” 

There it was then. That thick tension was forming. How could it not? He was standing so close, staring right down at your rather exposed cleavage. And if that made him talk and answer your questions, who the hell cared? 

“I hope you won’t lie to me either. I just have some questions I need answered for this article I’m working on.” You said, pulling out a tiny notepad from your purse and a pen. “Can we start?” 

“Sure.” He answered with a shrug. You thought he might take a seat and have an actual conversation but no. There he remained, leaning against the desk, looking down at you with interest. 

“Okay. You’re often in the headlines, always accused of some dark crime or another. How true are these headlines?” 

He chuckled. And gods, what a beautiful face. “Dark?” He scoffed. “Normal people don’t even know what dark is.” 

Huh. “Normal people. Do you think you’re that different from everyone else?” 

He leaned down just a little, staring deep into your eyes. “I was born in this life. Nothing about me has ever been or will ever be normal.” 

You knew he wasn’t answering your question. Maybe he wouldn’t answer any of them. But you wanted to know so much more. “And say you wanted to leave all this and be normal? What then?” 

“That’s not an option.” He simply said. He didn’t sound happy about it, nor did he sound regretful. Just indifferent. Like he was commenting on the weather. “This is what I was born for.” 

“To maim and kill?” You found yourself asking. 

He just smirked. “You think that’s all we do?” 

“What else is there? That’s all they write about you.” You looked away from him for a moment. It was kind of embarrassing to indirectly admit that you’d read every article that’s ever mentioned him. 

Another smug chuckle. “You mean it’s all what you write about me.” 

You were quick to defend yourself. “I’ve never written anything about you. This would be the first time.” 

He smiled. A little dangerously if you were honest. “Go on then, ask me your questions.” 

You looked down at your notes quickly, scared that if you stared too long into his eyes you’d get lost and never be able to escape. “Um, last month there were rumours that you had a man killed, put him in his car and dumped the car in the river.” You looked up at him then. “Did you?” 

All smirks were gone. Something else was there though, like determination in his eyes. Anger as well, as he said, “He needed to go. He was a violent piece of shit, always hurting his wife and kids. The wife reached out to us and we,” He leaned in closer again and whispered, “took care of it. His family is safe now.” 

“So… you would call yourself a vigilante?” 

His playful demeanor was back in an instant as he replied with, “You can call me whatever you want, beautiful.” He even winked as he said it. 

You didn’t expect your body to have a reaction to what he said. Your thighs clenched instinctively, and given the length of your dress and how little it hid, Lando saw it. And his smirk grew even wider. Pure male arrogance on his handsome face. 

You took a deep breath and asked, “Well, what about that one politician who disappeared overnight? The cops were watching you like a hawk when that happened, but they found nothing which linked it to you although the man was last seen at one of your parties just the night before he disappeared off the face of the earth so, what’s that about?” 

Lando laughed again. Then he reached for your notepad and pen, and carelessly tossed them aside. “Stop with the textbook things.” He leaned down, placing his hands on the armrests of the chair you sat on and turned it so you face him properly. He kept his hands there, keeping you caged as he leaned in even closer, mere inches away from your face as he spoke. “Ask me what you wanna know. Forget the headlines. Forget the article. What do you want to know about me, babygirl?” 

You stared into his eyes the entire time, your heart racing faster and faster with each second that passed. 

“Do you plan on hurting me?” You asked. There was always the possibility that he would never let you write this article, right? It would draw too much attention to him. There was nothing he couldn’t do. Stalk you? Destroy your career? Everything was possible when he was involved. 

“No.” He answered, sincerely. Voice deep and calm. He smelled so good too, you noted. 

“The headlines, are they all true?” You asked. 

“No. The cops hate me and my family so they just tell reporters whatever it takes to villainise us.” He said, with a hint of a smirk. 

“Criminals with morals.” You stated. “Do you regret hurting people?” 

“Sometimes.” 

You couldn’t look away. Your gaze was locked into his as you asked, “You never shy away from cameras or paparazzi. Is it because you like the rush of being… well, you know, you?” 

That made his smirk. “I think I’ve finally figured out why you’re here.” 

That caught you by surprise. “What do you mean?” 

He leaned closer, enough that the tip of his nose touched yours as he spoke. And you didn’t move away. His presence, his scent was enchanting almost. “The article…” He said, “Well I don’t know how serious you are about it but, it can’t be the only reason why you’re here. It can’t be why you’ve been constantly seen at most of my clubs for weeks. This is a big risk, you know? For a girl like you to be fraternizing with men like me… I think I know why you’re doing it.” 

“Why?” You were almost breathless. You shut your eyes, unable to take the close proximity. He was so magnetic you couldn’t even pull away. 

He spoke slowly, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “Because I think you’re drawn to my world. And me. You’re not here for your silly article. You’re here because you like this. The danger. The risks. The unknown. The darkness. All of it.” 

You were quick to oppose. “That’s not–,” 

He cut you off by asking, “Then why did you wear a matching set to come see me, huh?” 

You gasped, opening your eyes to find him shamelessly staring down your cleavage. Your dress, poor thing, wasn’t hiding anything at all so he could see the full set of lingerie you wore under the dress. You could’ve sworn his gaze felt like a physical touch. You straightened your spine and faced him confidently, refusing to back down. 

“Are you that arrogant? That you think every woman wants you?” You didn’t mean to sound like you were teasing him but, oh well. 

He pulled away just a little and you could tell he was turned on. The fire in his eyes, the way he clenched and unclenched his jaw, they were clear signs. Plus, the way he looked down at your thighs in hunger should’ve been illegal. Not that he cared about what was and what wasn’t. 

“I don’t know about every woman,” He said, “but are you saying that if I reach down there I won’t find you dripping wet for me?” 

His words caught you off guard. And you could suddenly feel the wetness gathering in your flimsy underwear now. 

“Get up.” He said. And you found yourself standing up immediately. Possibly hungrier than him. Once you stood in front of him, he wrapped a gentle hand around your throat and pulled you close and said, “Look at you. You really tried with your little outfit.” He chuckled, before whispering into your ear, “You really tried to blend in with this cheap dress.” He smirked against your skin. “But the expensive lingerie gave it away, baby. You’re not one of us. You belong to a different world. Posh. Clean. Fancy world.” 

His other hand slipped in between your thighs, cupping your pussy like it belonged to him. You could only gasp as you felt his fingers exploring what they found, feeling the soft, wet material of your thin underwear. 

“But you want it, don’t you?” He asked. “You want to be treated like you’re one of us.” He pulled away to stare deep into your eyes. He squeezed the sides of your throat just a little to make it harder to breathe right. “Answer me. Tell me you want this.” 

“Fuck.” You gasped when you felt him instinctively rubbing his fingers against your embarrassingly wet folds. “Yes.” You moaned. “Yes, I want it. I want you.” 

He smirked. “There we go.” He almost growled as he slid a finger inside you and felt you clenching hard around him. “Squeezing me already, huh? Are you that desperate, baby? Have you been this wet ever since you walked in here, dressed like a little slut for me? Hmm?” 

You couldn’t help but gasp at his words. They should’ve offended you, but they only added to the wetness gathering in your flimsy little underwear. And he must’ve felt it too since he sounded so smug when he said, “Calling you names doesn’t turn you off, does it?” He pulled you closer by your throat and you almost came there and then. 

You whimpered as he lazily circled your clit, smearing your wetness around. “You filthy, little tease.” He chuckled. You let out a loud moan and he smirked, pressing his lips against yours but not kissing you yet. 

“Please…” You begged. 

“Please what?” 

You whined as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. So slowly it made you lose your mind. “Fuck me…” 

“See? All you had to do was ask, angel.” He added another finger as he chuckled darkly. “Look at you, huh?” He taunted, “Coming in here all dressed up, begging to be fucked like a little whore,” He spoke against your lips, his hot breath fanning your face as he pulled away just a little to look at you. “Is that what you want? To be treated like a good little slut by a criminal? Hmm?” 

You nodded a little too quickly. He laughed, removing his hands from in between your legs as he moved you backwards until you were sitting on the edge of his desk. He stepped away for a moment, to look at your slightly disheveled state. 

You were gasping for air by now. Your lipstick smudged. Your dress was half off your body, barely covering anything. 

“I want you naked and bent over my desk. Leave your shoes on.” 

You jumped off the desk the moment the order left his lips. Giddy with anticipation. You didn’t care anymore. You didn’t care that he was a dangerous stranger. 

You kept your shoes on and got out of your dress, then removed your underwear and dropped all your clothes into a little pile at your feet. You took one look at him over your shoulder and whimpered again as you slowly bent over the desk, your cheek pressing against the cold surface of the polished wood as your hands laid palm down on each side of your head. 

You nearly moaned the moment you felt him pressing against your ass, feeling almost all of his hard cock beneath the fabric of his trousers. You felt his hands on your body. He placed his hands on each side of your waist and caressed your body, rubbing up and down along your sides, touching your ass but not once touching you right where you needed him to. 

He scoffed before pinching your skin to make you gasp again, “Such an obedient little slut, aren’t you?” He finally trailed his fingers down in between your legs and lazily traced along your slit. 

You closed your eyes and frowned in pleasure as he lazily finger-fucked you. You whined as he touched a sensitive spot inside you, “Please,” You begged again and sounded just as desperate as you were. 

Your heart raced when you heard him undoing his pants, the sound of him lowering his zipper made you whimper as you pushed your ass against him even more. You felt his hands on your body again, he grabbed you on either side of your hips before pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance. But he didn’t slide his cock inside of you yet. 

You waited, your heart racing as he spoke. “I want you to remember this when you write your little article, you hear me?” He sounded wild, his voice strained and raspy. “I want you to think of this and remember exactly how it feels.” 

You tried to push back into him but he moved away, chuckling as you whined in desperation. “Fuck… fine! Fine, I will.” 

Pleased with your answer, he moaned under his breath as he pushed himself slowly inside of you, feeling your walls tight around him. You whimpered as he filled you up, stretching you as he went. 

He pulled out and thrust deep into you, making you moan and gasp under him. He reached out and grabbed your wrists, pinning them down at your lower back as he started rocking into you. Slowly at first, then gradually building up his pace. “You were hungry for this, weren’t you? This is all you wanted. Huh, baby? Walking in here, giving me those pretty puppy eyes, silently begging to be fucked…” 

You whined as he fucked deep into you, your front bumping against the edge of the desk each time. “Yes,” You admitted. You whimpered as he pounded harder into you at the sound of that confession. His pelvic bone smacking against your ass each time he thrust into you. You’d never hooked up with a total stranger before and this was… exhilarating. 

“Yeah? This is what you wanted, isn’t it? For a man like me to fuck you like he owns you. Hmm? All the good boys you date and introduce to your friends or bring home to your parents don’t fuck you like this, do they? They’re too gentle with you, aren’t they, babygirl?” He growled, tightening his grip on your wrists as he fucked you harder, feeling your walls getting tighter around him. He hissed again, “Don’t you dare fucking come yet!” 

You whined, “Lando, I can’t-,” 

He cut you off quickly, “Yes you can.” He announced. “Hold it, don’t come yet.” He slammed his cock harder into you, making your eyes water and your heart race so fast you felt like it might just escape your ribcage. He thrust so deep into you that it felt like you would simply come apart right there, but then he pulled out and pulled you off the desk, turning you around so you faced him. 

Your lips parted as you gasped for air, he seemed flushed like he was trying very hard to keep his beast chained inside. He cupped your face and kissed you savagely. Lips, teeth, tongue – all of it. Messed up your red lip even more while he was at it. 

You were right on the edge and for a moment it felt like you might just come undone from his kiss alone. 

But then he pulled away from your swollen lip and said, “Get on your knees. Now.” 

Your brain was still processing it all but your body obeyed immediately, falling perfectly on your knees in front of him. You watched him with a hunger in your teary eyes. You watched how he grabbed his cock at the base and guided his tip over to your already open mouth and said, “Suck.” 

You did. You opened your mouth wider as he slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. You took him in slowly until he hit the back of your throat. He gripped your chin carefully and gently guided your mouth along his cock. 

“That’s it.” He hissed in pleasure, “Look at you, you filthy little tease.” He chuckled. “Don’t you wanna take a picture of us like this? Hmm? So you can use it for your article?” He laughed, “You know, just so you can prove to your peers that your research was really in depth and thorough.” 

You looked up and met his feral pretty eyes. He looked every bit of the ruthless mob boss he was known for as he looked down at you like you were in your rightful place, kneeling before him with his cock in your mouth. 

You gripped his thighs, running your nails up and down his skin, and worked extra hard on him, feeling his smooth skin along your tongue, tasting his precum as he groaned. You whimpered when he let out an unrestrained growl as you circle his tip with your tongue before sucking on it gently. 

He let out a carefree chuckle as he looked down at you, “Enjoying yourself?” He asked, knowing damn well you couldn’t respond with his cock filling your mouth. 

So you nodded awkwardly, mouth still around his tip. He groaned at the sight of you on your knees in front of him. “Up.” 

You listened, even though you were a little disappointed you didn’t get to make him come in your mouth but you’d take whatever he’d give you right now. So you followed his guide as he had you sit on the edge of the table again before he stepped in between your shaky legs. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck immediately as he leaned in to kiss you again. Your hands found their way into his hair and you tugged on his hair softly, making him groan. He kissed his way down your neck as he aligned his cock to your core again. He slipped inside you with ease, making you gasp at how good he felt as he began fucking you again. 

It was all so hot, and raw, and dirty that you felt like you were losing your mind. 

Lando grabbed your thighs and pushed them further apart so he could fuck you deeper. You moaned right in his ear as he fucked you like an animal, hard, fast and deep. 

“Lando…” You gasped, “I’m so close…” You whimpered. 

He fucked deeper into you, pounding into you relentlessly as he moaned into the crook of your neck. “Your little cunt feels so good… so fucking tight for me,” He whispered against your skin and you barely heard him over the sound of sex echoing in his spacious office. 

“Hold it.” He hissed. “Careful, babygirl.” He warned. “If you come for me, you’re mine. You get that? A perfect, sweet, nice girl like you doesn’t wanna belong to a man like me now, does she? Hmm?” He hissed again. “Fuck! Stop squeezing my cock like that. I’m dead serious about this, babygirl. You come on my cock right now, and you’re fucking mine and nobody ever touches you again. You hear me?” 

You whined as you felt yourself getting so close to the edge again as he pounded into you aggressively. “Oh fuck,” You whispered, “I can’t…” You felt a tear slip out of the corner of your eye as you felt the pressure in between your legs getting too much to contain. 

Lando felt it too, as your walls clenched violently around him. “Fuck,” He growled into your ear, “Come on, baby. Come all over this cock…” 

You didn’t hear the rest of what he said because you were long gone, well fucked and lust drunk, you came with a loud cry of his name. Lando followed shortly after, coming undone while he was buried deep inside you, gripping your thighs so tightly that his fingers would surely leave a bruise behind as memory. 

“There you go, all fucking mine…” He breathed hard and fast. “All mine.” His quick breaths, his warm body, his sweat dripping onto your skin. All marked as his. “Try not to make me too much of a bad guy when you write your article, you hear me, baby?” 

You fell forward into his chest, unable to hold yourself up as you caught your breath. He wrapped his arms around your shaking body. 

You managed to say, “I don’t even have enough to write about. This was supposed to be the one interview that would’ve saved my article.” 

Lando laughed. “Oops.” 

You would’ve laughed too if you weren’t so spent. 

“Come on,” He said. “Get dressed. Spend the rest of the night with me.” He whispered into your ear. “You earned it, babygirl.” 

And deep down you knew that this wouldn’t be the last night you spent with him. 

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tangled in your trance

Mob!Lando x Journalist!Reader 

Summary: You were writing an article on crimes that happen in the city. The type of crimes that regular people don’t bother thinking about – how cars and their drivers find themselves down in riverbeds, how some people go missing overnight without a trace, how some high end drugs get in and out, why some of the empty, rundown warehouses have more security guards guarding them than anything else in the city, etc. And the short answer was that the mob was behind all this. You wanted to know more, get some more details about that world and what it was like. You knew it would come with risks, even though you were overtly researching this topic. Begging for interviews and pleading them to answer your questions. But nothing was working, so you decided to adopt a more… hands on approach. There was one man you were after, one man whose brain you wanted to dive into because he was so intriguing. Lando. Young, powerful, dangerous. His input would be great for your article, you thought. So maybe if you just showed up at one of his clubs and asked for a tiny slice of his time… maybe he might just agree and answer some of your questions. After all, what’s the worst that could happen? 

Themes: mob!lando, journalist!reader, explicit language, smut, degrading kink, praise kink, mentions of death and violence

“Let’s talk in my office.” 

You barely said a word to him. Barely even introduced yourself, but somehow he knew who you were right away. His people must’ve warned him the moment you stepped into the club. 

Of course they knew who you were, you’d been going to his clubs for weeks now. Hoping to find him, get close enough without his guards pushing you away, and ask him some things. And today was your lucky day. Or night. 

You didn’t even have to look for him tonight. The moment you came in, his guards found you and asked you to follow them. You did, a little reluctantly though because they were still the mob even though they’d been somewhat respectful. 

Besides, this was a packed club. So many witnesses. They couldn’t hurt you, right? They could’ve kicked you out of their clubs anytime. But they never did. He never did. 

Ah. Lando. 

At such a young age, he’d built up quite the life and reputation for himself. Always in the headlines, always in the tabloids. Pictures of his multiple arrests, handcuffs around his wrists, cops surrounding him and there he always was in the middle with that damn smirk on his gorgeous face because he knew he was untouchable. The most he got was a couple nights in a cell and he was always out in no time. 

Then there were his infamous dinner parties. He was like Gatsby, but if he were a gangster. Politicians, socialites, celebrities, his allies – everyone was invited to his parties. Even paparazzi because one thing about Lando, he loved to put on a show. 

And here you were now, following him down some hallway to his office. You were nervous, but you couldn’t let it show. After all, if he wanted you dead you would be already. Maybe you’d finally get what you wanted tonight. Answers, and then you’ll finally be done with your article. 

“Have a seat.” He said, letting you into his office before he shut the door and locked it. “You want a drink?” He asked, and you noted the not-so-subtle way his gaze roamed all over your body. 

You watched how his expression changed. From stoic to lustful as he took you in. You’d put in quite a bit of effort in your appearance tonight. You found out, in your couple of years of carrying out research, that men will always spill their guts in no time and basically do anything for a woman who looks pretty. So, to make your life easier – especially since you’d been hunting down Lando for weeks – you dressed the part. The short, red, skin tight dress. Bold red lip. The pointy, black stiletto heels. A lot of skin showing, but not enough at the same time. 

You looked like a walking temptation, judging by the looks you’d been given tonight. By random men, by Lando’s guards, and… now Lando himself. 

“Uh, no thank you.” 

You watched as he walked over to his mini bar and made himself something in a glass and brought it over to his desk, where you sat on one of the chairs. But instead of taking a seat on the large leather chair on the other side of the desk, Lando simply walked over to where you sat and leaned against the edge of the table just mere inches from you. 

You looked up at him and understood immediately what he was doing. Intimidating you. And you would be angry if he didn’t look so good doing it. That face… oh he could be all of the horrible things the media liked to call him but gods, he was devilishly handsome. 

“You know you can’t record any of this, right?” He spoke, lifting his glass up to his pink mouth and took a sip all while holding your stare. 

“I know.” You managed to get your voice to be steady. 

“How do I know you’re not mic’ed up?” He asked, a faint smirk on his lips. 

You recognised that smirk. It was the same one he had in all of his pictures. That arrogant curve on his lips, his dimples showing. Those pictures made his fangirls go crazy – yes, he had those too. 

You couldn’t be sheepish and weak. Not now. “Do you want to check?” You found yourself asking, raising an eyebrow at him and watching with glee how a look of surprise quickly flashed in his eyes. He wasn’t expecting that, was he? 

“I would. But despite it all, I am a gentleman. So I’ll trust you.” A pause then he said, “I take it you won’t lie to me.” 

There it was then. That thick tension was forming. How could it not? He was standing so close, staring right down at your rather exposed cleavage. And if that made him talk and answer your questions, who the hell cared? 

“I hope you won’t lie to me either. I just have some questions I need answered for this article I’m working on.” You said, pulling out a tiny notepad from your purse and a pen. “Can we start?” 

“Sure.” He answered with a shrug. You thought he might take a seat and have an actual conversation but no. There he remained, leaning against the desk, looking down at you with interest. 

“Okay. You’re often in the headlines, always accused of some dark crime or another. How true are these headlines?” 

He chuckled. And gods, what a beautiful face. “Dark?” He scoffed. “Normal people don’t even know what dark is.” 

Huh. “Normal people. Do you think you’re that different from everyone else?” 

He leaned down just a little, staring deep into your eyes. “I was born in this life. Nothing about me has ever been or will ever be normal.” 

You knew he wasn’t answering your question. Maybe he wouldn’t answer any of them. But you wanted to know so much more. “And say you wanted to leave all this and be normal? What then?” 

“That’s not an option.” He simply said. He didn’t sound happy about it, nor did he sound regretful. Just indifferent. Like he was commenting on the weather. “This is what I was born for.” 

“To maim and kill?” You found yourself asking. 

He just smirked. “You think that’s all we do?” 

“What else is there? That’s all they write about you.” You looked away from him for a moment. It was kind of embarrassing to indirectly admit that you’d read every article that’s ever mentioned him. 

Another smug chuckle. “You mean it’s all what you write about me.” 

You were quick to defend yourself. “I’ve never written anything about you. This would be the first time.” 

He smiled. A little dangerously if you were honest. “Go on then, ask me your questions.” 

You looked down at your notes quickly, scared that if you stared too long into his eyes you’d get lost and never be able to escape. “Um, last month there were rumours that you had a man killed, put him in his car and dumped the car in the river.” You looked up at him then. “Did you?” 

All smirks were gone. Something else was there though, like determination in his eyes. Anger as well, as he said, “He needed to go. He was a violent piece of shit, always hurting his wife and kids. The wife reached out to us and we,” He leaned in closer again and whispered, “took care of it. His family is safe now.” 

“So… you would call yourself a vigilante?” 

His playful demeanor was back in an instant as he replied with, “You can call me whatever you want, beautiful.” He even winked as he said it. 

You didn’t expect your body to have a reaction to what he said. Your thighs clenched instinctively, and given the length of your dress and how little it hid, Lando saw it. And his smirk grew even wider. Pure male arrogance on his handsome face. 

You took a deep breath and asked, “Well, what about that one politician who disappeared overnight? The cops were watching you like a hawk when that happened, but they found nothing which linked it to you although the man was last seen at one of your parties just the night before he disappeared off the face of the earth so, what’s that about?” 

Lando laughed again. Then he reached for your notepad and pen, and carelessly tossed them aside. “Stop with the textbook things.” He leaned down, placing his hands on the armrests of the chair you sat on and turned it so you face him properly. He kept his hands there, keeping you caged as he leaned in even closer, mere inches away from your face as he spoke. “Ask me what you wanna know. Forget the headlines. Forget the article. What do you want to know about me, babygirl?” 

You stared into his eyes the entire time, your heart racing faster and faster with each second that passed. 

“Do you plan on hurting me?” You asked. There was always the possibility that he would never let you write this article, right? It would draw too much attention to him. There was nothing he couldn’t do. Stalk you? Destroy your career? Everything was possible when he was involved. 

“No.” He answered, sincerely. Voice deep and calm. He smelled so good too, you noted. 

“The headlines, are they all true?” You asked. 

“No. The cops hate me and my family so they just tell reporters whatever it takes to villainise us.” He said, with a hint of a smirk. 

“Criminals with morals.” You stated. “Do you regret hurting people?” 

“Sometimes.” 

You couldn’t look away. Your gaze was locked into his as you asked, “You never shy away from cameras or paparazzi. Is it because you like the rush of being… well, you know, you?” 

That made his smirk. “I think I’ve finally figured out why you’re here.” 

That caught you by surprise. “What do you mean?” 

He leaned closer, enough that the tip of his nose touched yours as he spoke. And you didn’t move away. His presence, his scent was enchanting almost. “The article…” He said, “Well I don’t know how serious you are about it but, it can’t be the only reason why you’re here. It can’t be why you’ve been constantly seen at most of my clubs for weeks. This is a big risk, you know? For a girl like you to be fraternizing with men like me… I think I know why you’re doing it.” 

“Why?” You were almost breathless. You shut your eyes, unable to take the close proximity. He was so magnetic you couldn’t even pull away. 

He spoke slowly, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “Because I think you’re drawn to my world. And me. You’re not here for your silly article. You’re here because you like this. The danger. The risks. The unknown. The darkness. All of it.” 

You were quick to oppose. “That’s not–,” 

He cut you off by asking, “Then why did you wear a matching set to come see me, huh?” 

You gasped, opening your eyes to find him shamelessly staring down your cleavage. Your dress, poor thing, wasn’t hiding anything at all so he could see the full set of lingerie you wore under the dress. You could’ve sworn his gaze felt like a physical touch. You straightened your spine and faced him confidently, refusing to back down. 

“Are you that arrogant? That you think every woman wants you?” You didn’t mean to sound like you were teasing him but, oh well. 

He pulled away just a little and you could tell he was turned on. The fire in his eyes, the way he clenched and unclenched his jaw, they were clear signs. Plus, the way he looked down at your thighs in hunger should’ve been illegal. Not that he cared about what was and what wasn’t. 

“I don’t know about every woman,” He said, “but are you saying that if I reach down there I won’t find you dripping wet for me?” 

His words caught you off guard. And you could suddenly feel the wetness gathering in your flimsy underwear now. 

“Get up.” He said. And you found yourself standing up immediately. Possibly hungrier than him. Once you stood in front of him, he wrapped a gentle hand around your throat and pulled you close and said, “Look at you. You really tried with your little outfit.” He chuckled, before whispering into your ear, “You really tried to blend in with this cheap dress.” He smirked against your skin. “But the expensive lingerie gave it away, baby. You’re not one of us. You belong to a different world. Posh. Clean. Fancy world.” 

His other hand slipped in between your thighs, cupping your pussy like it belonged to him. You could only gasp as you felt his fingers exploring what they found, feeling the soft, wet material of your thin underwear. 

“But you want it, don’t you?” He asked. “You want to be treated like you’re one of us.” He pulled away to stare deep into your eyes. He squeezed the sides of your throat just a little to make it harder to breathe right. “Answer me. Tell me you want this.” 

“Fuck.” You gasped when you felt him instinctively rubbing his fingers against your embarrassingly wet folds. “Yes.” You moaned. “Yes, I want it. I want you.” 

He smirked. “There we go.” He almost growled as he slid a finger inside you and felt you clenching hard around him. “Squeezing me already, huh? Are you that desperate, baby? Have you been this wet ever since you walked in here, dressed like a little slut for me? Hmm?” 

You couldn’t help but gasp at his words. They should’ve offended you, but they only added to the wetness gathering in your flimsy little underwear. And he must’ve felt it too since he sounded so smug when he said, “Calling you names doesn’t turn you off, does it?” He pulled you closer by your throat and you almost came there and then. 

You whimpered as he lazily circled your clit, smearing your wetness around. “You filthy, little tease.” He chuckled. You let out a loud moan and he smirked, pressing his lips against yours but not kissing you yet. 

“Please…” You begged. 

“Please what?” 

You whined as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. So slowly it made you lose your mind. “Fuck me…” 

“See? All you had to do was ask, angel.” He added another finger as he chuckled darkly. “Look at you, huh?” He taunted, “Coming in here all dressed up, begging to be fucked like a little whore,” He spoke against your lips, his hot breath fanning your face as he pulled away just a little to look at you. “Is that what you want? To be treated like a good little slut by a criminal? Hmm?” 

You nodded a little too quickly. He laughed, removing his hands from in between your legs as he moved you backwards until you were sitting on the edge of his desk. He stepped away for a moment, to look at your slightly disheveled state. 

You were gasping for air by now. Your lipstick smudged. Your dress was half off your body, barely covering anything. 

“I want you naked and bent over my desk. Leave your shoes on.” 

You jumped off the desk the moment the order left his lips. Giddy with anticipation. You didn’t care anymore. You didn’t care that he was a dangerous stranger. 

You kept your shoes on and got out of your dress, then removed your underwear and dropped all your clothes into a little pile at your feet. You took one look at him over your shoulder and whimpered again as you slowly bent over the desk, your cheek pressing against the cold surface of the polished wood as your hands laid palm down on each side of your head. 

You nearly moaned the moment you felt him pressing against your ass, feeling almost all of his hard cock beneath the fabric of his trousers. You felt his hands on your body. He placed his hands on each side of your waist and caressed your body, rubbing up and down along your sides, touching your ass but not once touching you right where you needed him to. 

He scoffed before pinching your skin to make you gasp again, “Such an obedient little slut, aren’t you?” He finally trailed his fingers down in between your legs and lazily traced along your slit. 

You closed your eyes and frowned in pleasure as he lazily finger-fucked you. You whined as he touched a sensitive spot inside you, “Please,” You begged again and sounded just as desperate as you were. 

Your heart raced when you heard him undoing his pants, the sound of him lowering his zipper made you whimper as you pushed your ass against him even more. You felt his hands on your body again, he grabbed you on either side of your hips before pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance. But he didn’t slide his cock inside of you yet. 

You waited, your heart racing as he spoke. “I want you to remember this when you write your little article, you hear me?” He sounded wild, his voice strained and raspy. “I want you to think of this and remember exactly how it feels.” 

You tried to push back into him but he moved away, chuckling as you whined in desperation. “Fuck… fine! Fine, I will.” 

Pleased with your answer, he moaned under his breath as he pushed himself slowly inside of you, feeling your walls tight around him. You whimpered as he filled you up, stretching you as he went. 

He pulled out and thrust deep into you, making you moan and gasp under him. He reached out and grabbed your wrists, pinning them down at your lower back as he started rocking into you. Slowly at first, then gradually building up his pace. “You were hungry for this, weren’t you? This is all you wanted. Huh, baby? Walking in here, giving me those pretty puppy eyes, silently begging to be fucked…” 

You whined as he fucked deep into you, your front bumping against the edge of the desk each time. “Yes,” You admitted. You whimpered as he pounded harder into you at the sound of that confession. His pelvic bone smacking against your ass each time he thrust into you. You’d never hooked up with a total stranger before and this was… exhilarating. 

“Yeah? This is what you wanted, isn’t it? For a man like me to fuck you like he owns you. Hmm? All the good boys you date and introduce to your friends or bring home to your parents don’t fuck you like this, do they? They’re too gentle with you, aren’t they, babygirl?” He growled, tightening his grip on your wrists as he fucked you harder, feeling your walls getting tighter around him. He hissed again, “Don’t you dare fucking come yet!” 

You whined, “Lando, I can’t-,” 

He cut you off quickly, “Yes you can.” He announced. “Hold it, don’t come yet.” He slammed his cock harder into you, making your eyes water and your heart race so fast you felt like it might just escape your ribcage. He thrust so deep into you that it felt like you would simply come apart right there, but then he pulled out and pulled you off the desk, turning you around so you faced him. 

Your lips parted as you gasped for air, he seemed flushed like he was trying very hard to keep his beast chained inside. He cupped your face and kissed you savagely. Lips, teeth, tongue – all of it. Messed up your red lip even more while he was at it. 

You were right on the edge and for a moment it felt like you might just come undone from his kiss alone. 

But then he pulled away from your swollen lip and said, “Get on your knees. Now.” 

Your brain was still processing it all but your body obeyed immediately, falling perfectly on your knees in front of him. You watched him with a hunger in your teary eyes. You watched how he grabbed his cock at the base and guided his tip over to your already open mouth and said, “Suck.” 

You did. You opened your mouth wider as he slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. You took him in slowly until he hit the back of your throat. He gripped your chin carefully and gently guided your mouth along his cock. 

“That’s it.” He hissed in pleasure, “Look at you, you filthy little tease.” He chuckled. “Don’t you wanna take a picture of us like this? Hmm? So you can use it for your article?” He laughed, “You know, just so you can prove to your peers that your research was really in depth and thorough.” 

You looked up and met his feral pretty eyes. He looked every bit of the ruthless mob boss he was known for as he looked down at you like you were in your rightful place, kneeling before him with his cock in your mouth. 

You gripped his thighs, running your nails up and down his skin, and worked extra hard on him, feeling his smooth skin along your tongue, tasting his precum as he groaned. You whimpered when he let out an unrestrained growl as you circle his tip with your tongue before sucking on it gently. 

He let out a carefree chuckle as he looked down at you, “Enjoying yourself?” He asked, knowing damn well you couldn’t respond with his cock filling your mouth. 

So you nodded awkwardly, mouth still around his tip. He groaned at the sight of you on your knees in front of him. “Up.” 

You listened, even though you were a little disappointed you didn’t get to make him come in your mouth but you’d take whatever he’d give you right now. So you followed his guide as he had you sit on the edge of the table again before he stepped in between your shaky legs. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck immediately as he leaned in to kiss you again. Your hands found their way into his hair and you tugged on his hair softly, making him groan. He kissed his way down your neck as he aligned his cock to your core again. He slipped inside you with ease, making you gasp at how good he felt as he began fucking you again. 

It was all so hot, and raw, and dirty that you felt like you were losing your mind. 

Lando grabbed your thighs and pushed them further apart so he could fuck you deeper. You moaned right in his ear as he fucked you like an animal, hard, fast and deep. 

“Lando…” You gasped, “I’m so close…” You whimpered. 

He fucked deeper into you, pounding into you relentlessly as he moaned into the crook of your neck. “Your little cunt feels so good… so fucking tight for me,” He whispered against your skin and you barely heard him over the sound of sex echoing in his spacious office. 

“Hold it.” He hissed. “Careful, babygirl.” He warned. “If you come for me, you’re mine. You get that? A perfect, sweet, nice girl like you doesn’t wanna belong to a man like me now, does she? Hmm?” He hissed again. “Fuck! Stop squeezing my cock like that. I’m dead serious about this, babygirl. You come on my cock right now, and you’re fucking mine and nobody ever touches you again. You hear me?” 

You whined as you felt yourself getting so close to the edge again as he pounded into you aggressively. “Oh fuck,” You whispered, “I can’t…” You felt a tear slip out of the corner of your eye as you felt the pressure in between your legs getting too much to contain. 

Lando felt it too, as your walls clenched violently around him. “Fuck,” He growled into your ear, “Come on, baby. Come all over this cock…” 

You didn’t hear the rest of what he said because you were long gone, well fucked and lust drunk, you came with a loud cry of his name. Lando followed shortly after, coming undone while he was buried deep inside you, gripping your thighs so tightly that his fingers would surely leave a bruise behind as memory. 

“There you go, all fucking mine…” He breathed hard and fast. “All mine.” His quick breaths, his warm body, his sweat dripping onto your skin. All marked as his. “Try not to make me too much of a bad guy when you write your article, you hear me, baby?” 

You fell forward into his chest, unable to hold yourself up as you caught your breath. He wrapped his arms around your shaking body. 

You managed to say, “I don’t even have enough to write about. This was supposed to be the one interview that would’ve saved my article.” 

Lando laughed. “Oops.” 

You would’ve laughed too if you weren’t so spent. 

“Come on,” He said. “Get dressed. Spend the rest of the night with me.” He whispered into your ear. “You earned it, babygirl.” 

And deep down you knew that this wouldn’t be the last night you spent with him. 

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[prettyfastcars]

just read one of ur lando fics for the first time brah pls come back i’m projecting a bat signal into the sky of username rn 😭

LMAO I'M HERE I'M HERE

I'll post soon i promise

[prettyfastcars]

Jesus.

Dinner would always be ready and warm when he gets home. The house would be spotlessly clean. However many kids he wants. I would literally never complain about anything ever.

[redspideybabybat]

Explain to me, like isn't this THE scene that people would speak if this is like a 2 hour romance movie with the most heart broken break up ever ? Like look at them, they're not even hiding 😭

[purple94]

About the brocedes lore, many point out Nico's obession with Lewis, but neither Sir Hamilton is so innocent:

What do you mean you call your dog Roscoe (Rosberg Nico Eric)?

When he is asked about Nico, he seems annoyed or doesn't want to make his name, yet when no one asks he makes some reference about "someone", "a friend", or some activity done just by them.

Before moving in Monaco, Lewis asked directly Nico if there were appartaments available next to him.

He used to keep his jewellery at Nico's home.

When asked if he has a personal chef, he said he has just only one, in Monaco, where there is his "home". So you are a multimilionaire who travel around all the world, you could live wherever you want, yet Monaco is your home.

Niki Lauda saying he regretted that they put Lewis and Nico in the same team because it destroyed them and Lewis had been the one who "suffered most".

For the moment just these 😂

[liastappen]

you take a wrong turn in monaco and suddenly your childhood best friend is gone

[frenchfrysimp]

something about nico rosberg’s number being taken by none other than isack hadjar, who has looked up to lewis hamilton since he was a child and continues to publicly admire and appreciate him and regard him as his motorsport hero. something something you will never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you something.

[meightyone]

in f1, carrying the number 1 signifies you are the current reigning world champion and carrying the number 6 signifies you are deeply in love with lewis hamilton

[apologiesforthecreatures]

Same energy sorry I do make the rules

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