#clement mansell fanfic

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You Are Mine

Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Reader Genre: Smut Warnings: Jealousy, unprotected sex Rating: +18

Your night out with your jealous boyfriend ends with some naughty consequences😈

"Baby, tonight is ours, you can order whatever you want!" your boyfriend, Clement said waving a wad of money in front of you. Yesterday he made a successful deal and in return he took you first to a restaurant and now to a bar where you can drink to your heart's content. You couldn't wait to get out, because you had been asking Clem for weeks, and besides, he didn't talk about anything else but this business, which you were absolutely not interested in, the main thing was for him to get some money.

This time, you didn't go to Sweety's bar, but to a recently opened one to continue celebrating. You dressed up nicely, Clem brought the usual bad boy style. You walked, because he thought that if he drinks more than he should, he wouldn't wreck his car - which was stolen anyway. As you approached the bar, the music was getting louder and louder. There were quite a few people there, after all, the place was new and many had just come to explore. Clem held your hand the whole time so you wouldn't get lost in the crowd. You went to the bartender and he asked for drinks.

You happily drank, hugged and kissed each other like two teenagers in love and slow danced to the music.

"Hon, I'll be right back, I need to piss." he said and went to the restroom. You stayed where you were, drinking until somehow a guy bumped into you.

"Hey there, how are you?" he asked with a big smile. You could tell he wasn't thirsty.

"Hello! Well, as a matter of fact, I'm here with my boyfriend.” you told him, blushing a little. You didn't like strangers getting too close to you.

"Really?" the guy looked behind your back. "I don't see him anywhere. Don't worry, I just saw you, I liked you and I thought we could have a drink. That's not a crime, right?"

You thought that if you have one drink with him maybe he will fuck off sooner. Besides, if he would be too pushy, Clem would punch him in the face.

"Okay, but it can only be about one drink, nothing else!" you pointed at the guy. He didn't really noticed this and asked for two tequila shots. As soon as you downed the drink, you could smell Clem's scent near you, then felt his arm wrapping around your shoulder. He came back just in time to see you were drinking with a random guy, which he didn't like at all. He was pretty jealous even though he knew you wouldn't cheat on him.

"Oh shit!" the guy looked wide at Clem, he thought you were lying when you told him you didn't come alone."I see you met Y/N. My name is Clement and I'm their boyfriend." he said and mockingly held out his hand to the guy, but the guy didn't return it. You also looked at him with an "I told you" look.

"Ah, you really came with your boyfriend. It was nice chatting with you!" he waved and left. Clem released his arm from your shoulder and looked at you demanding an explanation.

"Who the hell was that? I won't ask what he wanted, because it's obvious."

"I have no idea who it was, but come on, take it easy sweetie! He was just a silly guy with whom I had a shot of tequila and that was it." you patted his chest in reassurance.

"Yeah, I see." Clem said kissing your hand. "You know, the thing is, I'm pretty horny right now...and you're so hot and I can barely think…" he said and bit your neck softly. You were literally melting from the touch of his lips and teeth on your soft skin  and couldn't wait to feel him inside you. "Let's go home!" he said. He paid for your drinks and with his arm around your waist, you went out, where he called a taxi for you, as the drinks had gone to your heads quite a bit.

After a few minutes of trying, he was able to open the apartment door and you were finally able to enter. As soon as you went in, Clem grabbed your arm and led you towards the bedroom with a wide smug grin on his face. You stopped by the bed and he pulled you close, squeezing your waist.

"Do you love me?" he asked with a slight pursed lip.

"What kind of question is that? Of course! Wait..are you asking because of that guy?” you asked him raising an eyebrow.

"Let's just say I wasn't really happy about that." he said and kissed you. "I want you to prove how much you love me." he said seriously, but with lust in his eyes. Most of the alcohol already got out of him, while you were still a little tipsy, but knew what he meant. You knelt before him and undid his belt, freeing his cock. You didn't waste time, you took him in your mouth right away. You tried to do it sensually, even though you wanted him like crazy. You moved your head back and forth, looking up at him and your eyes met. Then, to drive him even wilder, you licked his cock slowly from base to tip.

"Oh my God!" Clem said with his head thrown back. "Baby, stop, because I'm going to cum way to soon!" he said pleadingly and you reluctantly stopped even though you would have loved to keep going.

You stood up and he pulled you close for a passionate kiss, you were tearing each other's clothes off. You quickly climbed on the bed, he followed you. When you were about to turn around, he stopped you.

"No, stay like this! I want to see that sexy ass of yours!” you did as he asked and lifted your butt towards him, holding on to the low backrest of the bed with one hand. Clem started caressing your entrance then inserted a finger inside you making you moan loudly.

"See how good is this for you? No one knows what your body craves better than I do!" he said in a husky voice. He fingered you for a while, then his cock took the place of his finger. As you finally felt him inside you, biting your lips, you squeezed the backrest even more and couldn't wait for him to do you.

Clem moved slowly at first, then sped up, caressing and grabbing your butt with his hands. When the room was filled with your moans, he said:

"Baby, I love fucking you in this position, I love how you obey me!" he said in a deep and sexy voice, then a few minutes later he pulled you up against him so that your back was against his chest.

"You are mine, you belong to me! I won't let anyone else dream of getting you!" he whispered in your ear and kissed your neck, then he carefully returned you to your starting position, but this time you didn't hold on to the backrest, but buried your face in the pillow. He was fucking you so hard that you didn't have the strength to hold on, you just let him take control as your body was longing for a mind-blowing orgasm…

You didn't sleep much at night, because after a few hours you had sex again. And then again, and in the end you spent the whole weekend in bed...

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This was sooo hot!🥵 Thank you so much, Bren! I loved it!🥰

Dangerous Desires | Clement Mansell x Female Reader

@ilovewhiteroses gave this prompt for me to do. Thank you for adding to the brainrot. Hope you like this, my love! 🥰 Also, tagging @devilinlittlehope because you asked for more Clem content. Thanks for the interest. My asks are open (although i’m currently slow at answering right now) if you have any ideas/prompts or just wanna scream about him. :) 

Prompt: well, if you can, could you write Clement and fem reader, where Sandy is away and he is at he casino, having fun and meets a waitress, reader. He is checking her out, the ystart talking, then after a while, they go to the elevator and stop it to have sex. Is this a good idea? 😄

Paring: Clement Mansell x Fem!Reader 

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Vaginal Fingering, Dirty Talk, Clement Mansell is his own warning, PIV sex 

Summary: Clement spots you working at Sandy's casino as a waitress, he takes an interest in you 

The casino was bustling this evening. You brushed down your uniform, rubbing away the stains of spilt alcohol after some guy knocked it over as you handed it to him. A stray strand of hair fell in your face and you brushed it back irritatedly. Sweat dripped down your neck and into the collar of your uniform. The dress was a little bit too tight after your holiday off in Miami. Sandy was supposed to have this shift tonight, but she bailed and cancelled, so you had to walk around in heels all day and listen to men try to hit you up. 

A man that had just scrolled casually into the bar area signalled you over. He was wearing a colourful shirt with pineapples on it, his blonde hair spiked on his head, a mischievous smile on his face. His eyes followed your every movement, eyeing you from head to toe. You felt yourself grow warm underneath his piercing blue gaze. Up close, this man was gorgeous. You had never seen someone come in here looking like he did. He had this coolness to him, danger lurking beneath that easy smile. 

It made you want to unwrap the layers, dig deep into him, tear off his clothes right here. 

His voice sent shivers down your spine. That southern drawl made your stomach twist. 

“Hey darlin’. How about a whiskey on the rocks?” 

You blinked at him, momentarily stunned. 

“Right, sure. I'll put your order in.” 

“But I want you to bring it to me personally.” 

“Oh.” You swallowed. “I can do that.” 

“Say, do you have a break any time soon?” 

“I—” You looked around and wondered why he was so into you. 

“I know you get breaks. Why don’t you take me up to where you’re staying during one of these breaks?” 

He was presumptuous. Forward. Had a massive ego, which normally wouldn’t be attractive. But there was something about him. 

“I can’t leave now though. It’s extremely busy.” 

“I know you can’t, but I can’t wait any longer.” His eyes darkened with arousal as he took in your long legs. “I need to have you soon, baby.” 

That. That voice. The way he said it, like he would die if he didn’t get his hands on you right now. It made you feel wanted. Desired. You hadn’t felt that way in so long. You nodded your head and he flashed you a wide grin, taking his hand in yours. You guided him to the elevator of the hotel that was above the casino where you were staying during your search for a new place to live.  

You both entered the elevator and it closed with a soft sound. You pressed the level of your room and his eyes found yours. You weren’t even up two floors yet when he grabbed you and pressed you against the wall of the elevator. His one large hand pinned both your wrists above you and before you could say anything, his hot mouth was on yours. He kissed you furiously, like he didn't want to breathe. His tongue curled into your mouth and all words and thoughts died down on a moan. 

“I said I couldn’t wait,” he whispered into your mouth. 

Your body melted as his hard, toned body pressed into you, his beard scraping your jaw as he kissed and nipped down your throat. 

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy in this dress. Look at your legs. I’d love to see what they look like over my shoulders as I eat you out. Would you like that? I bet your pussy is already soaked.” 

You moaned as he bit into you hard enough to cause a bruise. You knew your boss was going to murder you for it, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was that his hands were on you, that his mouth never strayed from your skin, that he kept talking dirty to you. You arched in his grasp as he licked over the line of your collarbones, edging the strap of your uniform with his tongue. His one hand moved, the other still restraining you, as he slid the straps down and exposed your chest. You were lucky you had on expensive underwear (it was expected to show it off sometimes for work) and his eyes hooded in arousal.

“My, my, you’re even more gorgeous with your clothes off.” 

His mouth immediately descended and his teeth grazed over your hardened nipple over the material of your bra. He sucked it into his warm, wet mouth. You rocked into him, body shuddering from pleasure. You wanted to moan his name and remembered you didn’t know it. He could see you were struggling for words so he said, “Name’s Clement. But you can call me Clem. Let me hear you.” 

His palm came to grasp you in his strong hand, massaging, teasing. He tweaked your nipple and you moaned his name. His mouth was expertly playing with the other breast and you were so eager you couldn’t keep from wanting to play with his soft looking hair. He seemed to know exactly what you needed because he released you, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders as both his hands slid down the length of your body to the end of your dress. He smoothed the edge of your dress up your legs until your panties were exposed. He clicked his tongue. 

“I can already see how wet you are from here. You want me that bad, baby?” 

Your knuckles tightened on the material of his shirt. Your head hit the back of the elevator when Clement dragged his fingers over your slick folds. You whimpered and he smirked, his eyes glistening. He moved his fingers over you until he found that spot, that little nub of pleasure, and circled it hard and fast with no warning. He grinned like a feral animal as you rocked into him, arching your spine, sighing his name again. 

Somehow through all of this, the haze of how he knew what to do with you, he had unbuckled his belt, his cock was nudging against your entrance, and he stared you dead in the eyes. 

“I want you to breathe. You can take me, darlin’. Clem’s got ya.” 

In one fluid stroke, he pushed in. You all but sobbed into his neck. He fucked you with no warning, no caution, no build. Just pure insatiable need. He groaned in your ear, whispering how dirty you were fucking him like this, how wet and eager and desperate your pussy was for his cock. He pounded into you like there was no stopping him. He pulled out, just the tip throbbing, dripping with his precum, around your walls, before he fucked into you again. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hissed at you, moaning as he bruised your waist with his one hand, the other still working your clit. “Gonna cum inside ya.” Your breath hitched, feeling yourself clench around him, reaching your peak so fast, faster than ever before.

The elevator was about to reach the destination and he rolled his hips before biting in your bare shoulder as he spilled deep and hot inside you. You could feel the cum drip down your legs as he pulled out and quickly righted himself. You were still fuck-drunk, hadn’t even finished yet, dress still rolled up your navel, breasts out, hair mused and tangled, your mouth still wide open when you were so close to finishing. The elevator doors opened and he winked at you, stepping out into the hallway. You followed him, trying to fix yourself in case anyone saw you. 

“How about you show me to your room? We need to finish what we started. I ain’t done with you yet.” 

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Clement Mansell Gif Icons - Coming Soon!...

Update: Hey, Boyd fans! I'm so sorry that I've been absent and lacking in making content over here. Things got pretty chaotic with the holidays, but fortunately, it's finally slowing down enough to where I've had some time (and my laptop back as of today) to start workin' on making more gifs. This time, I decided to go and make gif icons of Clement Mansell. They'll each be 100 x 100. Here's a little sneak peak...

I only have about 50 so far, but I'm gonna keep making more over the next few days until there's at least 150 for roleplay purposes, inspo for muse memes, fanfics, whatever floats yer boat! Feel free to snag and use them as you like! I don't need credit. I just ask that people like & reblog my gif packs if they wanna use them.

Once they're up, I'll put a mobile link up for BHFP Gif Icons. I'll try to get them posted by Monday night at the lastest. Thank you for bein' so patient and I hope y'all have an amazing 2024! -BHFP

[ilovewhiteroses]

A Hot Night

Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Reader Genre: Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex, swear words Rating: 18+ Note: Requested by my dear friend, @spider-bren🥰

Clement invites you over to have some fun…

One day, early in the evening, you were at home, relaxing on the couch, watching TV, when suddenly, your phone started beeping. You checked it and saw that your boyfriend, Clement had texted you.

Hey baby! Are you coming over? I have a little surprise for you!😈

Was in the message. You held the phone close to your heart and smiled, then sexy images appeared before your mind's eye, as you and him were being naughty between the sheets, in different positions...

Before you got too lost in your fantasy, you quickly jumped off from the couch and rushed to shower, then looked for a nice and casual outfit. You won’t be wearing clothes too long as Clem will undress you as soon as possible. You adjusted yourself a bit in front of the mirror, applied perfume on your neck and wrists, then picked up your bag, took the keys and went to your car.

10 minutes later, you arrived, parked your car and went to his apartment. You knocked excitedly, eager to see him. You didn't see each other for a few days, because he and Sweety were busy with their so-called ”Judge Guy’s book” project. A moment later, Clem opened the door, wearing only tighty whities and a kimono. It wasn't your style, but yet, he looked so good that you bit your lip in excitement.

"Hi baby! Lookin’ hot!” Clem said as you walked in and he gave you a quick kiss.

"Hi darling! What is this outfit?” you asked laughing as you put your bag down on the sofa and he turned around like he was on the catwalk.

"You like it?"

"Well, it's not that bad, after all..." you answered, then he walked behind you.

"I have a surprise." he said, then covered your eyes with his hands and slowly went into the bedroom with you. You stopped and he took his hands off you. A really cozy picture unfolded before you: the bed was surrounded by the lights of candles, and a black silk scarf rested on the pillow.

You gulped because you had an inkling of what was the scarf for…

"What do you think?" Clem asked and placed a kiss on your shoulder before facing you.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Absolutely! I know you've been wanting to try bondage sex for a long time, and I thought tonight I could fulfill your wish, in a way." he slowly pushed you against the wall and then bit into your neck just enough for you to enjoy it. "I want to spend the sexiest night of your life with you!" You were getting aroused and couldn't wait for him to take you... You licked his lips with the tip of your tongue and bit into it carefully. Your playfulness soon turned into a passionate kiss, both of you moaning as you dived into it. You pulled the kimono off Clem's shoulders, which fell to the ground, then he took off your top... You pulled down his tighty whities and he took your pants off you too…

You climbed naked onto the bed where you continued kissing, then Clem reached for the silk scarf.

"Put your arms up." he said in a purring, sexy voice as he looked deep into your eyes. You did as he asked, then he tied your wrists with the scarf above your head.

"How do you like it so far?" he asked with a wide grin.

"Not bad for a start! Can’t wait for you to…" you didn’t finish the sentence, you just smiled and winked, thinking he might got the hint. You could barely hide your excitement.

Clem leaned down and covered your chest with slow, sensual kisses, then he did the same on your stomach, and on your thighs. Your heart was beating fast, your body was hot, and when you felt his velvet tongue down there, you moaned. He was pleasuring you by sucking and licking, while caressing your body with his hands. He was making you feel so good that you wanted to run your fingers through his hair if your hands weren't tied.

"Good, isn't it?" he asked, looking up at you. You nodded.

"Oh yes!" you said with a lustful sigh. "Please fuck me, I want you so bad!" you begged him.

"Look at you! Is that how much you want my cock, little naughty?” he knelt up and grabbed his cock. At first he only touched his tip to your entrance, then slowly inserted himself into you. You felt so good feeling him…

He leaned into you and lifted your knees up so he could penetrate you even deeper. He moved inside you slowly, then started to speed up.

"Oh God, baby, faster, FASTER!" you begged him and didn’t have to wait for long. He grabbed the headrest of the bed with one hand and thrusted into you fast and wildly, so that even the bed moved. You moaned and screamed loudly in ecstasy.

Clem suddenly changed his mind and pulled out of you. You were about to protest when he turned you onto your stomach and pulled your butt up, then slapped on it, which made you yelp. Not because it hurt, more because of you enjoyed him being in charge and touching you on your erogenous zones.

"Do you like it when I fuck you like that?" he asked and he was inside you again.

"Oh God, yes! So much!" you answered him enthusiastically as you buried your face in the pillow. Clem continued to fuck you hard and fast, so much so that you could feel his balls slapping against your butt – which only turned you both on even more.

You couldn't think sensibly anymore, you just thought that you would very much like to scratch his back and grab his ass... When you were both close to climax, you curled your toes while Clem gripped your hips tightly and let the orgasm take you...

You both laid on your backs staring at the ceiling and sighing contentedly. The scarf was taken off your wrists, it was resting between you and him on the bed. You turned to your side and stroked Clem's cheek with your finger.

"Baby, how about I’m being in charge and tie your wrists together?" you asked mischievously.

"Let's do it!" he replied excitedly. You sat on him in a riding position, then reached for the scarf.

"Arms above head!" you told him and smiled devilishly.

This night will be memorable for both of you...

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Dangerous Attraction

Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Undercover Cop Reader Genre: Smut, drama, romance Warnings: Unprotected sex, cursing Rating: 18+ Note: This fanfic was requested by @spider-bren. Thank you for the idea, sweetheart!🥰

You find out that the infamous outlaw, Clement Mansell is in town and it will be your task to go undercover and get close to him. However, you didn't expect to get too close to him…

As one of Detroit's best cops, you have been involved in undercover operations for years and thanks to your help, several criminals have been caught.

One morning, your boss called you in and told you that the "Oklahoma Wildman", Clement Mansell, is in town, a cruel killer who was once in prison, but was released relatively soon thanks to lawyer, Carolyn Wilder, and has been killing freely ever since. Your job will be to get close to Mansell, to learn as much information about him as possible, so that you can catch him at the right moment.

You learned that Mansell often spends his time at the casino. To be in character, you put on a shirt, jacket and jeans. While you were waiting for him, you started playing on one of the slot machines. Not long after, your person of interest arrived and you saw him sitting down at the poker table. You continued to play on the machine until Mansell left the poker and you walked over to him. He was hitting on one of the waitresses at the bar when you pretended to bump into him.

"Shit! I'm so sorry, sir! I apologize for my clumsiness, I'm just angry as I've lost a small fortune on the slot machine.”

"It's okay, I understand, I can't think straight when I lose money either. Come and have a drink with me!” he invited you in a friendly way. At first glance, you would have believed everything about this charming, attractive man, except that he was a real killer.

After Mansell told you to feel free to call him Clement, he told you a little bit about himself, which you expected because that was the main reason you were there.

"I am a businessman, or I could call myself an entrepreneur. Anyway, I deal with money.” he looked at you mischievously as if he was hiding something from you.

You knew very well about his ”job” and appreciated how strikingly he presented himself. He had something that other criminals didn't have: charisma.

"And what do you do?" he asked you.

"You know, I've been a fan of cars since I was a child and I knew that I wanted to work with them when I grow up. I work in a car dealership, they sell me the car, and I pass it on to whoever needs it." you told him the made up story and then moved closer to him. "I'll tell you that most of these are vehicles that don't have papers, which I know is illegal, but what does that matter these days, right?" you told him with a smug smile. You could see that Clement was into the story and he believed it.

But he liked you even more.

He took your hand and his mouth turned into a sleazy smile.

"How about we continue the evening at my place?" he asked, to which you didn't say anything, just nodded.

Yes, you are on track! It crossed your mind that if you continued to play your role so skillfully, the handcuffs would snap on Mansell's wrists sooner than you thought.

You got into a black Range Rover and Clement drove, even though he had been drinking. Fortunately, he was still able to drive well and you reached his apartment safely.

When you entered, it was dark and only the light of the moon shone through the huge glass windows. You didn't see much of the apartment, but you could tell that it was spacious and it had nice furniture.

You were a little drunk and felt a bit dizzy, but you were sane and tried not to hit anything. Clement took your hand and led you to the window.

"Look at this view! Do you know how cool it is to see this every day?” he told you while hugging you from behind.

"It's really beautiful. My apartment overlooks an apartment building." you said. It was the only true thing you told him about yourself. His body radiated such warmth that you almost melted in his arms… although you attributed that feeling to the alcohol.

He turned you to face him and slowly leaned in to gently kiss you, you let him. You thought that if this is what it takes to get closer to him, then so be it.

He carefully pressed you against the window, resting his palms on the glass and turning his head to kiss you even deeper. You clung to his waist and let yourself drift, immersed in the passionate kiss. You haven't kissed many criminals so far, but you had to admit that Clement kissed you the best. Compared to what you've heard about him, you were surprised how gentle he can be.

His hand moved to remove your jacket before you broke the kiss.

"Wait, don't...look, I'm not that type. I barely know you yet and I don't want to jump into bed, do you understand?" Clement was a little disappointed, but luckily he understood.

"Yes… You know, I find you very interesting and exciting. I'd like to see you again, but only if you want to see me too."

"Of course! I had a great time with you, thank you for the evening.”

"My pleasure!"

You discussed where and when to meet again, and then you called yourself a taxi.

You always tried to meet him in public places. You made up new and more interesting stories about yourself to him, with which you were able to impress him more and thanks to them, he also told more about himself. He confessed to you where he gets money by fraud or by using a gun, and you pretended to be interested in the subject.

During the time you spent with him, you noticed that you were becoming attracted to him. Being attracted to a murderer is quite a dangerous thing...

He was often in your mind, although no longer as the criminal who needed to be caught, but as the hot guy who swept everyone off their feet with his mere appearance alone.

You felt guilty. Clement was like a forbidden fruit to you: you knew he was bad, yet you wanted him.

You didn't have to wait long.

After a few meetings, you ended up at his apartment again and as soon as you entered the door, you were already ripping each other's clothes off. Only the pants remained on both of you, you knelt down without a word, freed Clement's cock and took it in your mouth. It didn't bother him at all that you were already in the middle of things, in fact, he liked it. You sucked him carefully, but firmly, sometimes running your tongue along the sides and tip of it. Whatever you did, he really enjoyed it. He carefully put his hand on your head to guide you a little and to take him even deeper in your mouth. His erotic moans were music to your ears, which made you suck harder and soon you felt hot liquid in your throat. You took him out of your mouth and as soon as you caught your breath, you looked up to see him gasping for air as well. It was good for your self-confidence that you managed to drive such a determined, controlling man crazy.

You stood up and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"Can't find the words, huh?" you asked with a sexy smile.

"You blew my mind, baby! Just wait, I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you'll even forget your own name!" he said and picked you up to carry you to the bedroom and threw you on the bed. He pulled your pants off, then took off his own and knelt on the bed, between your legs. He slowly started caressing the inner part of your thighs, then he got closer and closer to your most intimate part.

"Gosh Clement, why are you torturing me like this?" you asked him half impatiently, half laughing.

"Really good things take time, darling!" he said, then grabbed a pillow. "Lift your hips." he said firmly and placed the pillow under your ass, intending to penetrate you as deeply as possible. He started stroking himself, even though he was hard enough again and he leaned in to kiss you. He returned to his starting position, then put his dick in you and lifted your legs up by your ankles. He kept his promise and soon he was fucking you fast and hard. You bit your lip and moaned and groaned. One of your hands was clutching the sheet and with the other you started masturbating.

"Damn, Y/N, you know how to drive me crazy!" he said amidst fast paced hip movements and loud moans. Clement fucked you so ferally that for a moment you were thinking that he was called ”wildman” for a reason, because it seemed that he can be wild in other, pleasant areas of life as well...

After sex, you rested a bit, then went for another round, after which you fell asleep as if you had been knocked out. You could hardly get out of bed in the morning, but you didn't mind it, because Clement gave you pleasure you hadn't had in a long time.

You have realized two things: firstly, what a good lover Clement is, and secondly, that you feel very comfortable with him. You had to remind yourself that he is a killer to watch out for, even if he was having sexy time between the sheets with you…

You didn't see each other for a few days, because Clement had something to do - you guessed what - and you went to your boss's office and told him what you had learned about Mansell. You obviously didn't tell him what happened in the bedroom.

Next time you were at your place. Clement looked around your apartment, made a few comments, and after dinner, which you prepared to please him, you ended up in bed again. This time you weren't so wild, you took your time. You undressed each other slowly, kissed all over each other's body, then you lay on your side and Clement fucked you from behind. This romp was more intimate and passionate than the previous one.

The next day you didn't find Clement in bed. You thought he had left, but when you went into the kitchen, he was sitting at the table with your police badge in the middle.

Fuck. You knew you were in big trouble.

"Sit down!" Clement said demandingly. At any other time, you wouldn't have tolerated someone talking to you like that in your own apartment, but this time was different. You sat next to him at the table and saw in his eyes that he would like to hit you. Or worse, shoot you.

"What is this?" he asked quietly but angrily. "Are you a fucking cop?"

"How did you find it?" you asked scared.

"I was looking for a pen and thought, since here is a desk in the living room, I would find one there. I reached into the drawer and found this instead.” he said pointing his finger at the badge.

You didn't say anything because it had obviously dawned on him that you really were a cop.

"Why didn't you tell me? Huh? Why did you lie?" he asked angrily.

"I didn't lie, I just didn't give myself away."

"So you just made up everything you said about yourself?"

"Yes." Clement thought to himself for a while.

"I think you also have a gun somewhere. You’re lucky I didn't find it, otherwise you wouldn't be sitting here now."

The situation was very awkward and you felt helpless. You ruined weeks of work with one small mistake...Why didn’t you hid your badge along with your gun?

"I think I better go now." he said, then got up from the table and went to the bedroom to get dressed. You didn't follow him and when he walked out the door, you didn't stop him. Even though Clement didn't hurt you physically, you still felt like he slapped you in the face.

Slowly, more than a week has passed since your fall out. You didn't dare tell your boss, instead you lied to him that Clement hadn't said anything useful, or that he had something to do and you two wouldn't see each other for a few days. You were very afraid that your blunder would come to light, because it could even cost your job.

One night someone knocked on your door, you were surprised that it was Clement. He wanted you to let him in, he wanted to talk to you. You went to the living room and started to explain to him.

"Clement, I..."

"Wait! Let me tell you something. Look…I've had a lot of feelings swirling since the fight. At first I was very angry, but as I thought more about you and what you were doing right now, it turned into something more serious and deep. I don't know and I don't want to explain. It's just that there's something about you that I simply couldn't forget you."

You couldn't decide if he really said all this honestly, or if he was just pretending so he can kill you. Although you had learned to pick up on the smallest signs in body language during your career as a police officer, you felt he was telling the truth.

"You know, I also thought about you a lot and it's true that I didn't tell you the truth, my feelings for you were real. And they still are.”

Clement turned away for a moment, as if he didn't want you to see him get caught up in his feelings.

"Really? Aren't you going to arrest me?”

"No. After all that, I wouldn't be able to do it." He was visibly relieved to hear this. You stood in silence for a few minutes. There were many things you wanted to say, but you listened to your feelings instead and kissed each other.

After this, you slept with each other several times, sometimes at his place, sometimes at your place. As your feelings for each other deepened, your love makings became more romantic. You knew that the circumstances were not easy and that there would be consequences, you did not concern yourself with that.

The only thing that mattered to you was the two of you and your love for each other.

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It Was A Pleasure Doing Business With You

Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Accountant Reader Genre: Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex, cursing Rating: 18+ Note: This fanfic was requested by @spider-bren Thank you for the idea, love!🥰🥰

Clement demanded money from you, which you didn't have, so you had to pay him some other way…

Clement and Sweety were looking at Judge Guy's book at the former's apartment to see who else they could squeeze money out of. Sweety sipped from the drink filled for him while Clement flipped through the book, humming a White Stripes song to himself. He spoke after a few minutes.

"Hm, I know this name." Sweety asked who it was and he told him the name.

"It's familiar to me too, I've seen it in advertisements. They are an accountant and I've heard they are pretty good."

"How someone can be good at the most boring job in the world is a mystery to me, but if you say so." He said cynically and handed the book to his friend, then lit a cigarette. "Listen, what if only I went to get the money now, while you fix your bar." Sweety wasn't too happy about this, knowing that Clement would lose his temper quickly, but he also had to renovate the bar, so he agreed to the request. The blond man looked up the accountant's name on the internet to get their phone number.

After dinner, you were washing the dishes when your phone rang. You wiped your hands and picked it up.

“Hello, Y/N!” a deep male voice spoke into the phone.

"Good evening, how can I help you?" you asked politely.

"Well, I have a book with your name in it and as far as I know, being in it is not good. If you don't want to be in it, bring me $15,000.” You got scared as soon as you heard this. You remembered that a few months ago you had a fight with Alvin Guy over money and that's probably why he included you in the book. If this is how you can get your name out of it, than there is no other choice.

"Um, okay, fine." The man told you exactly where and when to meet.

After you hung up, you thought about the call. The man's voice was familiar to you from somewhere.

The next evening, you arrived at a rooftop parking lot. The place was empty and you were waiting for the man in your car. A black Range Rover arrived. The man got out of it, and you also got out of your own car. When you got closer to him, you saw that it was Clement Mansell, an old acquaintance of yours from college. He dropped out, while you finished.

"Wait a minute! Is that really you? Damn, you haven't aged a day!” he said surprised.

"Yeah, and I can say the same to you. Though you've only changed a little." You told him with a slight smile.

"What are you doing in the Judge’s book? What happened?" he asked with his hands in his pockets and his head tilted to one side.

"Oh, well… In addition to accounting, in order to have even more money, I also started money laundering, which Alvin also got involved in. Everything went well for a while, then one day we had this big fight and I think he wrote me in it in anger.

"Shiiit! Money laundering? Damn, you naughty! I thought you were the epitome of innocence!” He said, grinning widely. "Well, let's not waste time! Did you bring the money or what?” He looked at you curiously.

"Well, actually, no."

"No? What do you mean by no? Are you fucking kidding me?" Clement buried his face in his hands and then looked at the sky in anger. "Fuck, I can’t believe it!"

"You think you're the first one who tried to blackmail me? I'm not stupid, of course I didn't bring the money!"

You argued with each other for a good few minutes before you came up with something.

"Listen, I have an idea. What would you say if I pay you in some other way?” You asked biting your lip. The truth is that you secretly had a crush on Clem in college and over the years he just got even hotter…

He looked at you with slightly disapproving eyebrows.

"Wait what? No, I need cash! Although…” He held his chin and thought. "Hm, if I think of it, I've known you for a long time and it's also true that you look damn good..." Suddenly he went up to you and kissed you on the lips. "I have only one condition: we do it in my car and we listen to my tape on which I sing!" He said and you continued the kiss, walking to his car.

He used to sing back then, too and was very keen on his own voice, so you were not surprised by his request.

You got into the back seat of his car, he started playing the tape and then joined you. Once you heard his cover of Seven Nation Army, you started making out and quickly undressed, you didn't want to waste time. You crumpled your clothes and threw them on the seats in front of you and Clement positioned himself so that you sat on him in a riding position and placed him inside you. Everything happened so fast that you even missed the foreplay, but none of you cared. You slowly started to move on his cock and held onto his shoulders with your hands.

“Shit, Y/N! You're not so innocent anymore, are you? I love how bad you've gotten!” He told you with his head thrown back, hands clasped behind it. He grinned smugly as he listened to his own voice and looked at you as you were fucking yourself on him, your ass slapping against his thighs.

"Let’s changed position." he said without any sign and within seconds you found yourself lying on your back on the seat. He leaned in and gave you a quick tongue kiss before moving down to your thighs and biting softly on one and then the other. You moaned and mumbled a low "Fuck". He placed his cock back into you and began to move with quick hip movements. He leaned forward, buried his face in your neck, you were scratching his back and your feet were hitting the roof of the car. You were so into it, it was a wonder the vehicle didn't overturn from the passionate fucking. This is exactly how you imagined Clem during sex: wild and quite selfish, who gets straight to the point.

"You're so sexy, so filthy! You're having sex with me in my stolen car, what would you say if the police caught us right now, at this very moment?" He asked between lustful moans. It certainly wasn't the sexiest dirty talk you've ever heard, but at least it gave you a good chuckle. You closed your eyes and felt him move inside you, your sweaty bodies almost stuck to the leather car seat.

After you came – first him, then you – you stayed like that for a few more minutes, then Clem slowly and carefully pulled himself out of you. He leaned forward and took out a roll of toilet paper from the glove compartment, from which he tore off a larger piece, which he used to clean up your mess, you also wiped yourself as best you could. After you felt that your skin was sufficiently dry, you reached for your clothes on the front seat and slowly got dressed. It wasn't comfortable to have sex in such a situation, you thought to yourself. Clem also put on his clothes and then turned to you.

"Well, what can I say, this round was worth the 15 thousand dollars. I'm not usually that generous, but for the sake of old acquaintance and the damn good sex, I'm tearing your page out of the book.” He took the small book and in front of your eyes he actually tore out the page and gave it to you. You gave him a kiss on the cheek in gratitude.

You both got out of the car and before you got into your own, he said to you.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you! We can meet another time, if you feel like it." Clem said suggestively with a mischievous wink, then waved at you and walked towards his own car.

You went home in a good mood.

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Dance For Me

Pairing: Clement Mansell x Female Exotic Dancer Reader Genre: Smut with a little fluff and humour Warnings: Sexual and adult themes Rating: 18+ Note: Partly inspired by the 2019 movie, Hustlers

You and Clement first met at your workplace. You started hanging out as friends, but things escalated later…

Yesterday was 3 years since you started working at your current workplace. The strip club, called Gentlemen's Club, was opened in 2017 by Darrell Mahoney, who was inspired by Las Vegas shows to open an elegant, tasteful place for wealthy men - and on Saturdays, women - who not only enjoy nudity, but also art. The entrance fee was 50 dollars and the guests had to comply with only a few things: on one hand, they must have money, on the other, they must be respectful of the dancing girls and not touch them, otherwise they will be banned from the place.

Darrell approached you after he saw you pole dancing in another club in a slightly tipsy state and thought you were quite good at it. He gave you his number, and although you hesitated at first, because you were still working at the post office at the time, and you weren't an experienced pole dancer, you finally went for it, because it occurred to you that in one night at the club, you could earn several times your postal salary. You finally said yes to his request and Darrell sent you to a pro to learn the most important moves.

You worked at the club as a second job for a while, then you quit your post office job due to an incident. Since then, working at the club became your main job and during the day you worked as a delivery girl.

You didn't regret your decision.

You made new friends and pole dancing was also a great physical exercise, thanks to which your stamina improved much, not to mention that as a woman, it was very flattering to you that handsome men were watching your every move and throw lots of money on stage.

Your outfit tonight consisted of a shirt, suit, black pants and tie, and you also put a hat on your head. You went out on stage and the music started, the lights shone in pink, purple and blue colours and all the men's eyes were on you. With slow but dynamic movements, you threw off your hat, took off your suit, tore off your pants, while also moving your hips seductively. You took off your tie, which you used to draw two lucky men close to you and at the climax of the song, you tore off your shirt and continued your performance in a golden bra and panties. This time you put emphasis on the pole, doing all the main moves. Sometimes you leaned against it, sometimes you spun on it, and then you crawled on all fours to the end of the stage, where you took off your bra and pressed a pile of money to your chest. The audience went wild and crazy for you. You noticed in the distance a blond man in a leather jacket who looked at you with a piercing gaze, so much so that the cigarette almost fell out of his mouth.

After the bouncers collected your money and you were dressed in a slightly more comfortable, but still sexy outfit, you went out among the guests to ask them if anyone wanted a private dance from you. The blond man started going towards you but a guy in a suit was faster than him so you went with him to one of the private rooms.

A few days later, you performed a slower, more sensual dance for the audience. When you finished, you asked the guests again who would like a dance from you. Someone called you by your stage name behind your back. You turned around and it was the blond man in the leather jacket. His hair was a bit messy and he had extended goatee facial hair. He was smiling flirtatiously.

"Hello! Would you like a dance?” you asked him casually.

"Well, I'd like to, but not dance. Something else..." he told you suggestively. You were a little offended. You were about to tell him to fuck off when he continued.

"I'd like you to have a drink with me at the bar."

You thought the request was a bit unusual, but you agreed with one condition.

"Okay, but you still have to pay as if I danced." you said firmly.

The man reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and took out 200 dollars, which he waved in front of you.

Within a few minutes you were sitting at the bar. The man ordered vodka for both of you and you found out his name was Clement and he was from Oklahoma. He said that he had recently broken up with his girlfriend and what he was doing now. He had a bad boy vibe going on, but you had a sense that he was hiding something more.

Now it was your turn and you were telling the story of how you became an exotic dancer.

"My father is typically the type who is basically married to his work than to his own wife and because of that he was hardly at home, missing a lot of birthdays and other family events. I think this is why I got into stripping. I never had my dad’s attention, so now I’m getting it from random men."

"I'm sorry that your father is like this. I never knew mine." Clement said sadly. You continued your story.

"I used to work at the post office as service clerk. One night, my boss at the time came to the club, and of course he recognized me right away. I told him that if I danced for him he would not fire me, but he wanted to fuck me instead, so I quit."

"Fuckin’ asshole!" Clement shook his head.

"Yeah. So, since then, this has been my main job, and I deliver goods as a side job."

"That's cool!” he said and drank the rest of the vodka. “Listen, I have to go, but would you like to meet again?” he asked, looking at you curiously.

He was very handsome, that’s for sure, but because of your latest break up, you were careful with such requests.

"Look, if that's what you mean, I'm not ready to date right now."

"Then let's just hang out together, let’s say, as two friends. What do you think?"

"That’s okay for me." you answered slightly unsure, because you had only just met him and he already regarded you as a friend.

You went over your schedule in your phone and it turned out that you are free the following Saturday. You decided to go bowling.

Since you met Clement, you've been to the casino and a shooting range. The latter because you wanted to know what it feels like to shoot something. When you were a teenager, you stole your father's gun to try it out, but before you could use it, you were caught and severely scolded.

You watched Clement as he skillfully shot the paper targets. He looked hot while doing it, but on second thought, he seemed suspiciously professional… After the shooting range, you went to dinner.

"Where do you want to go now?" Clement asked after you left the restaurant and got into his car. Meanwhile, he started the engine.

You weren't tired yet and you felt like the night was still young.

"To your place." you told him while looking deep into his eyes.

He raised one eyebrow and flashed a seductive smile, then stepped on the gas.

Clement's place was an elegant penthouse crash pad, like something out of IKEA, with stylish, modern furniture and tall, glass windows that gave a breath taking view of Detroit. It looked so nice, you wanted to move in right away.

"Cool huh?" he asked proudly while taking off his leather jacket as you looked around. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Um, no, thank you." you were so engrossed in inspecting the apartment that it occurred to you seconds later that he was asking you.

Clement opened a cold beer for himself and leaned against the counter and began to drink.

"How long have you been living here?" you asked him.

"Since.. Um, a few weeks, months?”

"There is some difference between weeks and months." you said with a chuckle but had some doubts. You felt as if Clement was a stranger in his own apartment. What is it that he doesn't know exactly how long he has been living here?

"Few weeks. Yes. Sorry, the days just flow together." he said with pouting lips.

“I see.” you nodded.

After some silence, you asked him if he would show you the rest of the apartment. Clement put down the bottle and kindly showed you what was behind the sliding door.

"This is the bedroom, to the right is the bathroom, and to the left is the wardrobe." he pointed to the rooms you had not seen before.

"That's a pretty big bed!" all of a sudden that was all you could say and then you looked at Clement who was amused by this. You quickly looked away from him.

Maybe a little drink would have been good after all, then you wouldn't have been embarrassed like a little girl

"Look at you, little miss naughty!" he said cheerfully and raised his eyebrows. You both had a good laugh at this and went back to the living room.

"I changed my mind, I would like a drink."

"Really? What do you want? I have vodka, can that be?” he asked as he looked at the drinks in the minibar.

"That will be good." you said. Clement took out two glasses and poured the drink into them. You drank yours as fast as you could so that the alcohol could kick in soon and you could relax pleasantly.

The fact that you were dancing for men wasn't such a big deal to you since it was your job, but now that you were alone with Clement it seemed too intimate.

Which of course you didn't mind at all.

When he saw that you were already relaxed, he made a request to you.

"Do you remember when I didn't want you to dance, I just wanted you to have a drink with me? Well, now if possible, I'd take the opportunity and I'd like us to pretend we're in the club, I would sit in the armchair and you would dance for me. In clothes of course, you don't have to take them off if you don’t want to. What do you think?" he asked, looking at you in such a way that you would have preferred to push him onto the bed you saw earlier, so that you would do something to him that he would not forget for a long time.

"Okay. Lower the lights a bit to make the room cozier."

Clement winked at you and went to the wall to lower the intensity of the light, then sat in one of the armchairs. To make it even more effective, you took out your phone and started the playlist, which had particularly sensual songs.

"You know the rules: Everything for the eyes nothing for the hands!" you said running both hands through your hair and started swaying your hips.

"Damn, baby!" Clement said a little displeased and tilted his head to the side. "Okay, so be it!" he finally said resignedly.

You continued swinging your hips and did your usual slow and sexy moves. You went around him, put your hands on his shoulders then slowly moved them down to his chest. You walked over to him and sat on his lap with your back, grinding your ass.

"Fuck!" he said and bent his head back for a moment, while tightly gripping the two armrests of the armchair. He was - literally - having a hard time not touching you.

You leaned back and stroked his cheek. He couldn't take it anymore. He let go of the armrests and reached up to your chest with his hands, squeezing your breasts. He started kneading them gently, which turned you on…

You moaned softly and then turned your head so that you could kiss each other. Clement carefully slipped his tongue into your mouth, making you wet and both of you moaning lustily.

You stood up, then he too, and continued kissing and started to pull each other's clothes off. When you had nothing on, you carefully ran your fingertips over the tattoo of two birds on his chest.

"Oh, so pretty!" you said.

"You like it?" Clement asked, and you bit your lip in response.

He sat you on the couch with your ass on the edge. He leaned in to kiss you and moved on to your neck, your breasts, then went lower, he kissed your inner thighs gently. You felt his facial hair scratching lightly on your sensitive skin, but it wasn't unpleasant, in fact, it made you even more excited.

Your heart was racing and your clit was throbbing.

You moaned loudly as you felt his tongue on your most sensitive spot. Clement spread your legs a little wider to get even closer to you. As he was pleasuring you with his tongue, he slowly and carefully caressed your thighs and breasts with his hands. You tilted your head back and closed your eyes to make the feeling even more intense. You ran one hand through his hair, while the other gripped the sofa seat. It was so good that you kept telling him not to stop. To make you lose your mind even more, he inserted two fingers into you, which he moved in and out. Your moans almost turned into screams and you came with such force that your whole body trembled. When you calmed down somewhat and you opened your eyes, Clement was still kneeling in front of you. He licked his lips and wiped your remaining juices from his mouth with his hand.

"Baby, if I could, I would eat you out till the morning, but now I have other plans." he said in a purring voice and kissed you. "I'll put on a condom."

You nodded and couldn't wait for the continuation, he returned immediately. You stood up and this time you sat him down on the couch. You sat on him in a riding position and put his cock inside you. You were so sensitive from your previous orgasm that you thought you would cum just from this little contact. You held onto his shoulders and slowly began to move up and down his cock, moving your hips back and forth.

"Oh my god, baby, you're so good!" Clement groaned, tilting his head back. He guided you on his cock by your hips, his hands slid down to your ass and squeezed your cheeks The sound of fucking and loud moans filled the room.

He sat up and stood up with you, then slowly laid on the carpet with you so that you could finish the sex there and bring you to climax again…

You opened your eyes and found yourself in his bed. The room was getting brighter, because the sun was already waking up outside. You felt Clement's muscular arm around your waist. You stroked it and turned to face him.

"Good morning!" he greeted you with a sleepy look. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes. Yesterday’s exercise was phenomenal." you said with a chuckle. Clement also smiled and pulled you closer. You felt that he was hard…

"I think you know what I'm thinking." he said, in that sexy voice again. You looked under the covers, then at him and something occurred to you.

"How about we take a shower and I'll give you the best blow job ever?"

Clement narrowed his eyes and pretended to think.

"It's hard to say no to such a tempting offer, but I don’t want to ruin the fun. If you'll be a good girl, after it I'll make you the most delicious breakfast you ever had."

[ilovewhiteroses]

We Are Not So Different After All

Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Con Artist Reader Genre: Smut with humour Warnings: Sexual and adult themes, cursing Rating: 18+

After you failed to rob him and had to reveal him what do you do for a living, Clement realised the opportunities and asked you to join him and Sandy in their money making shenanigans...

You were at Sweety's bar and you saw a handsome man by the jukebox, cheerfully singing. The song was familiar to you and you also started singing and approached him.

"You have good taste in music!" he praised you when the song ended and another began. "I'm Clement." he introduced himself to you and you told him your name.

"Well, Clement, now that we know each other, would you like to have a drink with me?" you asked, gently stroking his arm, to which he smiled.

"Okay!"

You went to the bar and Clement asked Sweety for two Strohs. You noticed how good the relationship between the two men was and you asked Clement about it.

"Good ol’ Sweety and I have been friends for years."

“That’s nice.” you said smiling.

The hours passed and Clement started to get more and more drunk while you stayed sober as you just pretended to drink and poured most of your drinks behind your back. At one point, he took off his black leather jacket, put it on his chair and told you that he is going to the restroom. When he was out of sight and no one else saw you, you reached into his jacket to find money or a credit card. To your annoyance, you didn't find anything and when you put the jacket back in its place, you turned around and found yourself facing Clement, who was giving you a very angry look. Suddenly you didn't know what to say and could only gulp.

"What the fuck were you looking for in my jacket? Money?” Clement asked, so angry that he sobered up immediately. He put on the garment. "Bad news for you: it's here." he said and pulled out a small wad of money from the pocket of his dark jeans, which he put in the chest pocket of his jacket. "Look, if you tell me why you did it, maybe I won't make a scene." he said menacingly.

You were so mad at yourself for being so clumsy. You were forced to tell him the truth.

"Are you a cop?" you asked before confessing.

"No."

"Okay. Well, look. I've been doing this for years. I'm nice to people, I become friends with them and when the time is right, I steal their money." you felt embarrassed for having to say all this, but Clement's reaction surprised you. Just when you thought he was going to hurt you, his face softened and he seemed to look at you with understanding.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Hm. So you're a con artist. Looks like we are not so different after all." he said, now smiling.

"What do you mean?" you asked him confused.

"My girl Sandy and I do basically the same thing. I give the idea, she does the job. She seduces men, and when we have the chance, we steal their money together."

You felt relieved. What luck! Your evening could easily have turned out worse.

Clement's eyes lit up.

"Hey, since we both do the same thing, wouldn't you like to join us? The three of us would get more money and, of course, would divide it into three."

You thought about the offer. You were good on your own and so far everything went well, but sometimes it was quite tiring to work alone.

"Alright, I'll join!" you said enthusiastically.

"Great! Let's meet here tomorrow afternoon, I'll bring Sandy and introduce you to her, and then we'll figure out the rest together." Clement said, rubbing his palms, barely able to hide his excitement.

The next day you went to the bar at the appointed time. Clement introduced you to Sandy, his girlfriend, who was already pleasantly high from weed and offered you too, but you didn't take it.

Clement sat you down at the bar while Sweety poured you all a drink.

"Okay, I'll tell you how we gonna do this. I told Sandy about you and she said she'll get you a job at the casino, which would be good because you'd be twice as efficient together." Clement said enthusiastically.

"Really?" you asked looking at Sandy.

"Yes. There is also a guy I am “dating” now, his name is Skender Lulgjuraj. He is Albanian and a real moneybag.” she said and Clement winked.

"I see." You started thinking about how you could work with the blonde girl.

"What would you say to Sandy and I flirting with potential candidates, getting them drunk and stealing their credit cards? You have to go for the cards, because there is more money on them than what guys usually carry with themselves in cash." you told him and her your idea, which they both thought about.

"I like the way you are thinking." Clement said with narrowed eyes and a sly smile, Sandy liked the idea too. "Okay, we got this. You go to the casino with Sandy and the job can start soon. Come on, let’s drink to that!”

Few days later, you found yourself in the casino in your waiter's clothes and you were taking a few drinks to one of the roulette tables for the guests. You looked at the clothes and accessories of each of them, because they revealed a lot about their wearers. When you saw that one of the guests was wearing a presumably real, expensive watch, you approached him and started flirting with him. When he got bored of the game, you asked him seductively.

"Would you like to party with me and my friend?". The man nodded so fiercely that his head almost fell off. "Okay, but let's have a drink first."

You went to the bar, where Sandy was already waiting for you. The two of you just pretended to drink, but after a few drinks, the guy could hardly speak and his thinking seemed to slow down, so at a certain moment Sandy took out his wallet from his suit, took out his credit card, and then put the wallet back as if nothing had happened. Once you were done with that, you called him a taxi and two security guards took the drunk man away from you.

Then you carried out another such action during the evening, and after work Clement picked you up and you went to the nearest ATM. You took as much money from both cards as was enough for you then went to Clement and Sandy's apartment, where you celebrated the first successful job together.

You continued like this.

You discussed with Sandy that you would rather rob three people during the night, after you made sure that the person had money. In most cases you were good, but were not always lucky. There were times when the person didn't want to drink with you, or it turned out that he had just lost all his money, or he got so drunk that you couldn't help but slap him to come to his senses. It also happened that a guy's wife suddenly appeared, so you were forced to retreat.

After a while, you collected so much money that Clement could hardly count it.

"My darlings, Daddy is very proud of you!" he said, being in his tighty whities and kimono and gave you and Sandy a kiss on the head. You and the blonde girl sat in front of the TV eating potato chips. Her phone rang, it was Skender. While she stepped aside to make a phone call, Clement sat down next to you on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table.

"What’s up with this Skender guy?" you asked Clement, biting into a chip.

"He supposedly has a secret hiding place or room and I think he keeps a safe full of money there, then when the time comes, Sandy and I will rob him. You can come with us if you want to." he told you.

"And how long have they been together?"

"Maybe a couple of weeks."

"And they sleep together?" at this question, Clement was silent for a moment and just looked in front of him.

"Probably." you could sense some bitterness in his voice. Sure, the money was the motivating force, but you could see in Clement that he wasn't comfortable with his girlfriend sleeping with another man, no matter how hard he tried to hide it from you. "But hopefully it won't be like this for long and then we'll go to an exotic beach where we can relax." he said and rubbed your shoulder as a sign that they would take you with them, because without you they wouldn't have managed to get so much money.

It was good for you that they took you in and that Clement treated you as an equal, not like Sandy, whom he scolded for smoking too much weed and complained to you about her.

You wanted to talk to Clement about this, but Sandy just got back.

After another couple of successful money making actions, you and Clement were alone in the apartment, and Sandy was spending time at Skender's.

You were in bed leaning against the headboard and talking. Clement was again in his tighty whities, you were wearing a T-shirt and shorts.

He told you what he was doing while you and Sandy were busy at the casino. Of course, he spent most of his time at Sweety's bar, other times he negotiated with his lawyer, Carolyn Wilder, or went to rob a few people.

"Just the usual." he said to you and smoked his cigarette. This time you lit one too. "It's good that you don't smoke weed, Sandy often takes it too far."

"I tried it once, but I almost choked on it, so I've been avoiding it if possible, but the smell doesn't bother me." you said and you also smoked your cigarette and then blew smoke rings.

"See? I’m telling you, that shit is dangerous!” Clement said and you both laughed, then he suddenly put on a serious face. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Would you sleep with someone just to get their money?" Clement asked, looking at you with almost sad eyes. You knew what he was thinking and you were glad that he asked, because it meant that he also wanted to continue your last conversation.

"No, I would never go that far, my dignity would not allow it. I'd rather get the fuck out of there than give my body for a stranger's money. I hope you understand."

"Yes, of course, and I appreciate your honesty." he said and put out his cigarette into the ashtray on the bedside table. "Look, I love Sandy, but not like I used to. Of course, it's good that we get money together and everything, but at the same time, it bothers me that she's also sleeping with Skender. To tell the truth, sometimes I get a little bored of her and I have the feeling that I want to be with someone else too, if you know what I mean."

"Yes." you nodded and put out your cigarette, then you took his hand. You were understanding and compassionate with him.

"Unfortunately, it's like this, you can't do anything about it. Just because we steal money from others we are human too with feelings. That's why I always worked alone, so that my emotions wouldn't influence me." Clement looked at you with wide eyes.

"Wow! I don't know when was the last time I heard such sensible thoughts. You can't really talk about such things with Sandy, not to mention she doesn't like the White Stripes. How can you not love that band? They are fuckin’ amazing!"

"Really? I love them too!” you told him, and then you started singing 'I Just Don't Know What to Do with Myself' by the band together, which was actually a cover. Clement had a surprisingly good voice, as you had already noticed during your first meeting.

When you finished the song, you both moved at the same time and kissed each other. You kissed like your life depended on it and you only stopped when Clement pulled off your t-shirt and shorts and you pulled off his underwear. It wasn't long before you were lying under him and caressing each other's bodies. During kissing your tongues touched gently, you playfully bit Clement's lower lip, then his neck, and you turned so that you were now on top. You reached down to Clement's cock and started stroking him.

"Hmm, look how greedy you are! You want my cock, honey? You want to feel it in yourself, right?” he asked in his sexy, deep voice and pulled you close by your neck for another tongue kiss.

"Yes!" you gasped, feeling the lust taking over your body and fog started to cover your thoughts. Clement reached into the nightstand drawer and cursed.

"Shit, I don’t have condom. What if we do it with the pull-out method?”

"Okay, just let's do it, I want you so much!"

You sat on him in a reverse riding position and put his hard cock inside you. You pulled your knees up and supported yourself with both arms behind your back. He clasped his hands at the back of his head and with a smug smile he watched you moving on him. In order to reach orgasm sooner, you touched yourself.

"Oh baby, you're so tight, ah!" Clement said, gripping your hip with one hand.

You were so consumed by desire that you didn't even care if Sandy walked in and saw you two fucking.

Your knees started to tire, so you pulled Clement out of you and lay on your stomach, raising your ass up. He took the hint and knelt behind you. He caressed your round butt with his palm, then he grabbed it and put himself back inside you.

"Oh baby, you're so good!" he said between moans and moved his hips in a fast rhythm, so much so that you could feel his balls slapping against your skin.

The bed started to creak from the intense movements and you were sweating like you had run a marathon. Clement waited until you reached your orgasm and then he too was getting closer to it. He pulled himself out of you and came on your back, you could feel the hot fluid dripping off you. He laid on his back next to you, and you spread your legs out and lay on your stomach, gasping.

"Should I wipe your back?" Clement asked with a chuckle, now satisfied and in a better mood.

"No need, I'm going to shower anyway. What…what are we going to tell Sandy?”

"Nothing. She doesn’t need to know about this." he said and leaned in for a kiss. "This should be our little secret." he winked at you and you smiled to yourself.

"We can do this another time." you told him teasingly. Clement raised an eyebrow, apparently liking the idea.

"When Sandy isn't at home, you and I will fuck everywhere in the apartment!"

[ilovewhiteroses]

I'm will soon start writing my next Clement Mansell x GN! Reader fanfic, is there anyone who would liked to be tagged?💕

[ilovewhiteroses]

OMG Bren🥵🥵🥵I loved it, so hot!

Dangerous Desires Part 2 | Clement Mansell x Female Reader

@ilovewhiteroses asked for this. Here you go, sweetness. Thank you to @penguiqueen-blog for beta'ing my work and who typed all this up for me because I hand wrote most of it!!

This is a continuation of ‘Dangerous Desires’.

Summary of Dangerous Desires Part 1: Reader works at the casino where Sandy works. Clement sees reader at the bar and they end up sleeping together in an elevator. He also stays the night at her apartment.

Pairing: Clement Mansell x Fem!Reader Tags: Sexual Content, PIV sex, Kitchen sex, Dirty Talk, Masturbation Summary: Reader and Clement sleep together in Clement's apartment. Clement finds himself distracted by thoughts of you...

"Hey Sweety, you have a 50 on you?" Clement asked, pushing his glasses back up his nose. He leaned on the open window of Sweety's car and grabbed the note from him.

He slipped it in his back pocket and entered the flower shop. It wasn't much of a flower guy, but he knew he had to make some of gesture, a taunt for the Mashal. Because he had him now. Him and Sweety's plan was setting sail this afternoon when they collected money from Burt. The whole town would fall prey to their scheme and Clement's pockets would be filled with cash. He picked out a few flowers here and there. It didn't have to mean anything. An ex once told him that flowers meant something. There was this whole other language told through flowers, with their colours and scents and origins. Clement was sure to bipass any roses in case dear Raylan got the wrong idea of the message he was trying to send.

He rounded the corner and spotted a familar face. Clement recognised the woman from the bar. The one who had had thoughly fucked against in the elavator. He remembered seeing you for the first time and not being able to stop himself from taking you right then and there. He couldn't even wait two more floors. Once inside your apartment he never let his hands off of you. Clement felt his cock stirring at the memory of being inside you. He walked over to you, dazzling smile on his face.

"Hey there, darlin'. what brings you here?"

"Oh. Hi, Clement. I'm just buying flowers for this woman who works with me. Her grandma passed so I thought I'd buy her something to make her smile."

"That's so thoughtful of you." He leaned in, body so close to touching yours. "Hey, you remember our time together, don't ya? How I stayed between your legs for hours. You were so good, baby."

"I do remember you. How could I not?" you told him. "I thought you were good as well."

"Hm." He cocked his head to the side, eyes glinting up with mischief and mirth. "So good you wanna do it again? You could swing by my apartment tonight? I have a meeting this afternoon, but nothing in the evening. Or the morning. I could be all yours."

You pressed your lips together, thinking of a night filled with passion and Clement's hands on you. You closed your eyes and tried to picture yourself in his apartment. Was this a good idea? No, it was a terrible idea. You hardly knew this man. You only knew his name and how his breath felt against your neck. But something pulled you to him, something in you craved to be in his presence as dangerous and thrilling as it was.

"Okay," you replied.

"I'll be looking forward to it."

You exchanged numbers and he said he would text you the address. You didn't see him the rest of the day.

***

A text popped up on your phone with the address. Entering Clement's apartment you could tell he wanted nothing more than to forgo the ridiculous introductions and greetings. He quickly dragged you by the hand through the living room and into the kitchen, showing you the space he lived in. He leaned against the counter, drawing you into his arms, hands on your waist.

"Nice place," you commented, not knowing what else to say.

He hummed and started kissing your neck. His lips pressed on your pulse point, your breath quickening as he licked the line of collarbone. It was all so familiar. The heat. The scent of him. The weight of his hands on your body trailing upwards to pull your shirt off.

"Missed you, doll," he drawled before he yanked off your shirt. Your skin was feverish as he glided his large palms across your stomach.

He chuckled deeply as he swept his hands towards your back. His lips met yours--mouth savouring each lip, first the top, then the bottom, dragging it into his mouth to suck and nibble. He kissed you as if he had been starved. His wet tongue pushed into your mouth and curled into every crevice making your knees buckle and your body sway towards him. He was tall, way taller than you. Your bare body reached the buckle of his belt. There's still so much of him. So much to touch and trace. You wanted your hands on all of him.

He leaned down, deepening the kiss, harder and more forced, ragged breaths every time your lips parted. You could feel it. Feel how affected he was just kissing you. His jeans were so tight the bulge was prominant. Your mouth watered at the sight, remembering the feel and weight of it in your mouth. You heard him sigh as your fingers played with his hair and caressed his scalp. He seemed to love your nails scratching the nape of his neck. There was a spot that got him shivering and pushing a moan into your mouth. With a quick flip of his fingers he unclasped your bra. He pulled it down your arms until it landed on the floor. He pulled away from your lips to mouth your neck again, his hands coming to cup your breasts in his hands, skillful fingers tweaking your nipples.

"I remember that sound you make when you're close," he murmered, mouth drawing to close around your left nipple. He hummed, the sound sending vibrations through you. You bucked into his touch.

"I wonder how easily I can make you cum. If I could get you off with just playing with you like this."

He teased you by grazing his teeth over your erect nipple, beard scraping over your soft, hot flesh. You moaned, dragging his head closer.

"I want to hear you, that gasp you make when you're on the edge… fuck, it gets me so hard."

You were already so turned on. Underwear dripping, soaking through the fabric. He couldn't. Could he? Not like this. No one had ever got you to finish so quickly. It was impossible. Clement was certainly trying. Hands working. Tongue lapping. Your body shook with all the pleasure. He grunted. Your moans made him frustrated. Impatient.

"I know I said I wanna make you cum but Daddy wants to be inside you so badly. I missed the way you feel on my cock. You were so perfect babygirl."

Without protest from you, he picked your small body with ease onto the counter behind him. He towered over you, your legs coming to bracket around him. You locked your legs around his middle. He tutted and peeled it away from his body, your legs dangling in the air, his hands firmly grasping your hips.

"I have to undress you first. Want you to show me your perfect little pussy. Bet she tastes just as amazing as last time."

He made quick work of pulling your pants and underwear off. Before long you were exposed to him, slick dripping onto the counter.

"Look at you," he purred. He gathered up your slick as he glided his hands through your folds. He inserted two of his large fingers inside you and hushed you as you made a noise from the stretch.

"Shush, darlin' I know you can take it. Gotta make sure you can handle my cock. It's been a while. Gonna get you nice and loose first." His mouth descended on your throbbing clit. You cried out as his fingers thrust and set a pace inside you.

You were trembling from the praise, from the other hand gripping your thighs, your legs thrown over his shoulders. It rushed through you unexpectedly, a deep chuckle vibrating against you as that sound you made flew out your mouth.

"There's my girl," he sai, coaxing you through your high.

You couldn't focus on anything but the pleasure. Your body lax and drained. He drew your body closer, cock already pressing against your sopping entrance.

"I got ya. Look at me, baby. Look at me."

You forced your eyes open to stare into his blue ones. He forced himself inside in one fluid motion. Your hands gripped his shoulders, his hips already drawing out to fuck back into you. He shuddered and moaned as talked you through it, telling you how good were, how you felt clenching around him, how he couldn't wait to see his cum run out of your hole. You had never experienced sex like this before and you never could again. Only Clement Mansell could make you feel like this.

He fucked you on every couch in the living room, every position on his bed, against the door of his closet, in the shower and on the floor even. Your nails had scratched his back open. You discovered he made a sound too when you clawed at the bottom of his back, your hands gripping his perfect ass as you felt him fuck into you. His hair was mused from your fingers. His neck littered with bruises, the same welts and marks from his mouth on your body. There were bruises on your hips and bites on your thighs. He had you from behind, your hair twisted in his hand. He had you in every way imaginable. You could still hear the sound he made when you were so filled with him, loads of cum leaking out of you. He loved to watch his cock go in and out of you. Every moment you were with him you felt you couldn't bear the thought of leaving him.

"I have to go to work this morning, Clem," you said, pulling yourself reluctantly out of his arms.

"But baby, I have a whole day planned for us." He pouted and tried to drag you back into bed.

"Like what?"

"Like you could do that thing with your tongue that I like so much." He grinned that smile that made your heart clench.

You sighed and kissed him quickly on the lips. "Later," you replied. "I'll see you again?"

"Tonight. After work."

"Deal," you said and went in search of your clothes.

You remembered how he snuggled into you, his head resting on your chest, your fingers carding through his hair. His breaths were even, peaceful as he slept. You found your discarded clothes in the kitchen. You dressed yourself, fixing your hair into something presentable before letting yourself out. Your body was tired, but your mind was wide awake. The rest of the day all you thought about was him.

***

Clement rolled over to your side of the bed. The pillow smelt of you. Your scent. Your sweat. Your cunt. He had made you taste yourself, made you swallow him down under your belly was full. He moaned thinking of your body, how it felt being buried inside you.

"Fuck, doll, I miss you." His cock was hard again and he stroked himself thinking of you. He fisted his hand over himself, already leaking, his moans echoing in the silence of the room.

"Ah," he moaned, voice kicking higher. "I need ya. Need to be with you again. You drive me crazy. Fuck!"

He messed all over himself picturing your face as he came. He cursed again. He mumbled into the pillow, still rutting against the sheets. It wasn't enough. If he fucked you into the next two weeks it wasn't enough. A month? No, he still wouldn't be satisfied.

How was he going to ask you stay?

[ilovewhiteroses]

My Fanfics

THE CORINTHIAN (FROM NETFLIX'S ‘THE SANDMAN’):

You Cast A Spell On Me - Series Summary: You are a witch in your 30s, living in Los Angeles and working as a fantasy writer. You went to a bar one night and met The Corinthian there. You found eachother attractive and after chatting a little bit, you decided to go to Your place… Pairing: The Corinthian x Female Witch Reader Warnings: fantasy elements, smut, adult themes, angst, horror themes, mentions of violence Rating: 18+

Workplace Affair - Series Summary:  You worked as a librarian in the Dreaming. At first, you and The Corinthian couldn't stand each other, although you secretly had a crush on him. However, you didn't expect that Corinthian felt the same way about you… Pairing: The Corinthian x Female Librarian of The Dreaming Reader Warnings: Rivalry, mutual pining, knife play, smut (sex at different places)   Rating: 18+

Keeping Secrets - Series Summary: After it turns out you're both working on the same case, you and The Corinthian team up to track down one of the country's most dangerous criminals. Although you are getting to know each other better, he still has some dark secrets… Pairing: The Corinthian x Cop Reader Warnings: Swearing, horror, smut Rating: 18+

Other stories:

I See You, or The Fear That Excites You Summary: You had a pretty boring life before you moved into your new apartment, until you "met" a mysterious blond man who brought out thoughts and kinks you didn't even know you had... Pairing: The Corinthian x Female Reader Warnings: adult themes, voyeurism, masturbation, physical violence, fear kink, mild knife play Rating: 18+

If You Only Knew Me Summary: After Corinthian saved you from a near fatal accident, you felt attracted to him and wanted to know him better…until it turned out, he may not be who he seemed to be… Pairing: Professor!The Corinthian x Female College Student Reader Warnings: drama, horror themes, murder, smut Rating: 18+

Lucifer's Secretary Summary: You worked as a secretary in Hell and had a thing for demons, until a nightmare came along… Pairing: The Corinthian x Demon Female Reader Warnings: Smut, horror themes, dark humor Rating: 18+

I Saw You In My Dreams Summary: You first met The Corinthian in a dream, and not long after that, in the real world… Pairing: The Corinthian x GN! Reader Warnings: mentions of horror and violence, smut Rating: 18+

Window To The Soul: Part 1. I Part 2.  Summary: You never believed in urban legends, but when you needed an idea for your next screenplay, you met a mysterious, strange man... Pairing: The Corinthian x GN! Reader Warnings: Horror themes, mentions of violence, some curse words, sexual and adult themes Rating: 18+

The Eyes Will Tell Me Everything Summary: There were terrible murders in your town and you still haven't managed to catch the killer. Just when you thought that the perpetrator would never be found, a mysterious man offered you his help... Pairing: The Corinthian x Detective Reader Warnings: violence, body horror, swearing Rating: 18+

Beautiful Stranger Summary: You met a handsome stranger while shopping for clothes. You were sorry you didn’t get to spend more time wit him, until a few days later when you met him again… Pairing: The Corinthian x GN! Reader Warnings: Unprotected sex Rating: 18+

Do You Want What I Want? Summary: Ryan, a young musician went out with his friends, but ended up spending the rest of the night with a handsome, interesting man…   Pairing: The Corinthian x Ryan (OC) Warnings: Unprotected sex, cursing Rating: 18+

CLEMENT MANSELL (FROM FX'S ‘JUSTIFIED: CITY PRIMEVAL’)

Dance For Me Summary: You and Clement first met at your workplace. You started hanging out as friends, but things escalated later… Pairing: Clement Mansell x Female Exotic Dancer Reader Warnings: Sexual and adult themes Rating: 18+

We Are Not So Different After All Summary: After you failed to rob him and had to reveal him what do you do for a living, Clement realised the opportunities and asked you to join him and Sandy in their money making shenanigans... Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Con Artist Reader Warnings: Sexual and adult themes Rating: 18+

Dangerous Attraction Summary: You find out that the infamous outlaw, Clement Mansell is in town and it will be your task to go undercover and get close to him. However, you didn't expect to get too close to him… Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Undercover Cop Reader Warnings: Unprotected sex, cursing Rating: 18+

It Was A Pleasure Doing Business With You Summary: Clement demanded money from you, which you didn't have, so you had to pay him some other way… Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Accountant Reader Warnings: Unprotected sex, cursing Rating: 18+

Clement Mansell NSFW Alphabet Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Reader Warnings: Smut Rating: 18+

The Oklahoma Wildman and the Nightmare Summary: Clement and The Corinthian meet in the former's dream. At first they are not happy about each other's presence, but the sexual tension between them is high, especially on Corinthian's part. Will Clement be able to resist the alluring nightmare? Pairing: Clement Mansell x The Corinthian Warnings: Mentions of violence, sex, cursing Rating: 18+

A Fun Game Summary: Your boyfriend, Clement was never the romantic type, but with what he planned for you for your anniversary, he proved that he can be, if he wants to... Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Reader Warnings: Unprotected sex Rating: 18+

You Are Mine Summary: Your night out with your jealous boyfriend ends with some naughty consequences😈 Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Reader Warnings: Jealousy, unprotected sex Rating: 18+ A Hot Night Summary: Clement invites you over to have some fun… Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Reader Warnings: Unprotected sex, swear words Rating: 18+

TY SHAW (FROM ‘VENGEANCE’)

Play Pretend Summary: Ty Shaw, the charming actor, has hired you as his agent and assistant. One day he was invited to a wedding. Since he was single and didn't want to go alone, he asked you to play his girlfriend Pairing: Actor!Ty Shaw x Female Agent Reader Warnings: Some smut and curse words Rating: 18+

FENDER TAKÁCS (FROM ‘CALL OF DUTY’)

He Is Not What He Seems Pairing: COD Fender Takács X Medic Reader Warnings: Mentions of violence, some swearwords Rating: none

[ilovewhiteroses]

Hi 🤗👋

I love reading your fanfiction.

They support me in difficult times.

I also like your blog.

I really like Boyd Holbrook.

I think I fell in love with Clement Mansell at first sight.

I know he's a bad guy, but he's so hot.

I would very much like to read at least a short story about Clement and the reader. (Female)

Recently I had a dream that I went to a bar and met Mansell there.

He bought me a drink, and then we retired with him in the toilet of the bar.

Continued 18+ 😅😸

Hi dear! Aw, thank you! 🥰 I just started writing a fanfic about Clement and female reader, which is similar to your idea, so I'm focusing on that, but I will write a prompt from this, if that's okay for you😊.

[ilovewhiteroses]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like)

Tagged by Catchy @i-like-the-eyes, thank you love!🥰

This is from my Clement Mansell x Reader fanfic, You Are Mine:

You didn't sleep much at night, because after a few hours you had sex again. And then again, and in the end you spent the whole weekend in bed…

Tagging: @placeinthemiddleofnowhere, @spider-bren, @miya2006 and whoever feels like it😊

[ilovewhiteroses]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Thank you, my dear Ericca!🥰 I love all of my fanfics, so it will be difficult to choose 5, but I will try.

You Cast A Spell On Me - Series This was my first fanfic/fanfic series ever.

Workplace Affair - Series Judging from the feedback, I think this was one of the most successful fanfic series that I have written.

If You Only Knew Me My first requested fanfic, if I remember correctly.

Play Pretend My first, non-Corinthian fanfic.

Dance For Me The first fanfic of my current fave, Clement Mansell.

[ilovewhiteroses]

Hi 👋 How are you ?

I don't know if you accept submissions, but I think I have an idea for a fanfic :)

How about possessive sex with Clement Mansell ? 🤔👉👈

Hi anon!😊 I'm still sick, coughing and stuff, but kind of okay. Writing is a bit difficult in this state and I even had writer's block for a few weeks, but I'm trying to get back at it. I like your idea, but can you elaborate a bit? Who is the more possessive one, Clement or Reader?

Thank you in advance!💕

[e-dubbc11]

It’s so wrong for me to be attracted to such a bad bad guy but I always do fall for them and Clement is no different. This is super smexy, Lili. I enjoyed it 💜 And anything you write for Clement, can you tag me please?

Dance For Me

Pairing: Clement Mansell x Female Exotic Dancer Reader Genre: Smut with a little fluff and humour Warnings: Sexual and adult themes Rating: 18+ Note: Partly inspired by the 2019 movie, Hustlers

You and Clement first met at your workplace. You started hanging out as friends, but things escalated later…

Yesterday was 3 years since you started working at your current workplace. The strip club, called Gentlemen's Club, was opened in 2017 by Darrell Mahoney, who was inspired by Las Vegas shows to open an elegant, tasteful place for wealthy men - and on Saturdays, women - who not only enjoy nudity, but also art. The entrance fee was 50 dollars and the guests had to comply with only a few things: on one hand, they must have money, on the other, they must be respectful of the dancing girls and not touch them, otherwise they will be banned from the place.

Darrell approached you after he saw you pole dancing in another club in a slightly tipsy state and thought you were quite good at it. He gave you his number, and although you hesitated at first, because you were still working at the post office at the time, and you weren't an experienced pole dancer, you finally went for it, because it occurred to you that in one night at the club, you could earn several times your postal salary. You finally said yes to his request and Darrell sent you to a pro to learn the most important moves.

You worked at the club as a second job for a while, then you quit your post office job due to an incident. Since then, working at the club became your main job and during the day you worked as a delivery girl.

You didn't regret your decision.

You made new friends and pole dancing was also a great physical exercise, thanks to which your stamina improved much, not to mention that as a woman, it was very flattering to you that handsome men were watching your every move and throw lots of money on stage.

Your outfit tonight consisted of a shirt, suit, black pants and tie, and you also put a hat on your head. You went out on stage and the music started, the lights shone in pink, purple and blue colours and all the men's eyes were on you. With slow but dynamic movements, you threw off your hat, took off your suit, tore off your pants, while also moving your hips seductively. You took off your tie, which you used to draw two lucky men close to you and at the climax of the song, you tore off your shirt and continued your performance in a golden bra and panties. This time you put emphasis on the pole, doing all the main moves. Sometimes you leaned against it, sometimes you spun on it, and then you crawled on all fours to the end of the stage, where you took off your bra and pressed a pile of money to your chest. The audience went wild and crazy for you. You noticed in the distance a blond man in a leather jacket who looked at you with a piercing gaze, so much so that the cigarette almost fell out of his mouth.

After the bouncers collected your money and you were dressed in a slightly more comfortable, but still sexy outfit, you went out among the guests to ask them if anyone wanted a private dance from you. The blond man started going towards you but a guy in a suit was faster than him so you went with him to one of the private rooms.

A few days later, you performed a slower, more sensual dance for the audience. When you finished, you asked the guests again who would like a dance from you. Someone called you by your stage name behind your back. You turned around and it was the blond man in the leather jacket. His hair was a bit messy and he had extended goatee facial hair. He was smiling flirtatiously.

"Hello! Would you like a dance?” you asked him casually.

"Well, I'd like to, but not dance. Something else..." he told you suggestively. You were a little offended. You were about to tell him to fuck off when he continued.

"I'd like you to have a drink with me at the bar."

You thought the request was a bit unusual, but you agreed with one condition.

"Okay, but you still have to pay as if I danced." you said firmly.

The man reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and took out 200 dollars, which he waved in front of you.

Within a few minutes you were sitting at the bar. The man ordered vodka for both of you and you found out his name was Clement and he was from Oklahoma. He said that he had recently broken up with his girlfriend and what he was doing now. He had a bad boy vibe going on, but you had a sense that he was hiding something more.

Now it was your turn and you were telling the story of how you became an exotic dancer.

"My father is typically the type who is basically married to his work than to his own wife and because of that he was hardly at home, missing a lot of birthdays and other family events. I think this is why I got into stripping. I never had my dad’s attention, so now I’m getting it from random men."

"I'm sorry that your father is like this. I never knew mine." Clement said sadly. You continued your story.

"I used to work at the post office as service clerk. One night, my boss at the time came to the club, and of course he recognized me right away. I told him that if I danced for him he would not fire me, but he wanted to fuck me instead, so I quit."

"Fuckin’ asshole!" Clement shook his head.

"Yeah. So, since then, this has been my main job, and I deliver goods as a side job."

"That's cool!” he said and drank the rest of the vodka. “Listen, I have to go, but would you like to meet again?” he asked, looking at you curiously.

He was very handsome, that’s for sure, but because of your latest break up, you were careful with such requests.

"Look, if that's what you mean, I'm not ready to date right now."

"Then let's just hang out together, let’s say, as two friends. What do you think?"

"That’s okay for me." you answered slightly unsure, because you had only just met him and he already regarded you as a friend.

You went over your schedule in your phone and it turned out that you are free the following Saturday. You decided to go bowling.

Since you met Clement, you've been to the casino and a shooting range. The latter because you wanted to know what it feels like to shoot something. When you were a teenager, you stole your father's gun to try it out, but before you could use it, you were caught and severely scolded.

You watched Clement as he skillfully shot the paper targets. He looked hot while doing it, but on second thought, he seemed suspiciously professional… After the shooting range, you went to dinner.

"Where do you want to go now?" Clement asked after you left the restaurant and got into his car. Meanwhile, he started the engine.

You weren't tired yet and you felt like the night was still young.

"To your place." you told him while looking deep into his eyes.

He raised one eyebrow and flashed a seductive smile, then stepped on the gas.

Clement's place was an elegant penthouse crash pad, like something out of IKEA, with stylish, modern furniture and tall, glass windows that gave a breath taking view of Detroit. It looked so nice, you wanted to move in right away.

"Cool huh?" he asked proudly while taking off his leather jacket as you looked around. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Um, no, thank you." you were so engrossed in inspecting the apartment that it occurred to you seconds later that he was asking you.

Clement opened a cold beer for himself and leaned against the counter and began to drink.

"How long have you been living here?" you asked him.

"Since.. Um, a few weeks, months?”

"There is some difference between weeks and months." you said with a chuckle but had some doubts. You felt as if Clement was a stranger in his own apartment. What is it that he doesn't know exactly how long he has been living here?

"Few weeks. Yes. Sorry, the days just flow together." he said with pouting lips.

“I see.” you nodded.

After some silence, you asked him if he would show you the rest of the apartment. Clement put down the bottle and kindly showed you what was behind the sliding door.

"This is the bedroom, to the right is the bathroom, and to the left is the wardrobe." he pointed to the rooms you had not seen before.

"That's a pretty big bed!" all of a sudden that was all you could say and then you looked at Clement who was amused by this. You quickly looked away from him.

Maybe a little drink would have been good after all, then you wouldn't have been embarrassed like a little girl

"Look at you, little miss naughty!" he said cheerfully and raised his eyebrows. You both had a good laugh at this and went back to the living room.

"I changed my mind, I would like a drink."

"Really? What do you want? I have vodka, can that be?” he asked as he looked at the drinks in the minibar.

"That will be good." you said. Clement took out two glasses and poured the drink into them. You drank yours as fast as you could so that the alcohol could kick in soon and you could relax pleasantly.

The fact that you were dancing for men wasn't such a big deal to you since it was your job, but now that you were alone with Clement it seemed too intimate.

Which of course you didn't mind at all.

When he saw that you were already relaxed, he made a request to you.

"Do you remember when I didn't want you to dance, I just wanted you to have a drink with me? Well, now if possible, I'd take the opportunity and I'd like us to pretend we're in the club, I would sit in the armchair and you would dance for me. In clothes of course, you don't have to take them off if you don’t want to. What do you think?" he asked, looking at you in such a way that you would have preferred to push him onto the bed you saw earlier, so that you would do something to him that he would not forget for a long time.

"Okay. Lower the lights a bit to make the room cozier."

Clement winked at you and went to the wall to lower the intensity of the light, then sat in one of the armchairs. To make it even more effective, you took out your phone and started the playlist, which had particularly sensual songs.

"You know the rules: Everything for the eyes nothing for the hands!" you said running both hands through your hair and started swaying your hips.

"Damn, baby!" Clement said a little displeased and tilted his head to the side. "Okay, so be it!" he finally said resignedly.

You continued swinging your hips and did your usual slow and sexy moves. You went around him, put your hands on his shoulders then slowly moved them down to his chest. You walked over to him and sat on his lap with your back, grinding your ass.

"Fuck!" he said and bent his head back for a moment, while tightly gripping the two armrests of the armchair. He was - literally - having a hard time not touching you.

You leaned back and stroked his cheek. He couldn't take it anymore. He let go of the armrests and reached up to your chest with his hands, squeezing your breasts. He started kneading them gently, which turned you on…

You moaned softly and then turned your head so that you could kiss each other. Clement carefully slipped his tongue into your mouth, making you wet and both of you moaning lustily.

You stood up, then he too, and continued kissing and started to pull each other's clothes off. When you had nothing on, you carefully ran your fingertips over the tattoo of two birds on his chest.

"Oh, so pretty!" you said.

"You like it?" Clement asked, and you bit your lip in response.

He sat you on the couch with your ass on the edge. He leaned in to kiss you and moved on to your neck, your breasts, then went lower, he kissed your inner thighs gently. You felt his facial hair scratching lightly on your sensitive skin, but it wasn't unpleasant, in fact, it made you even more excited.

Your heart was racing and your clit was throbbing.

You moaned loudly as you felt his tongue on your most sensitive spot. Clement spread your legs a little wider to get even closer to you. As he was pleasuring you with his tongue, he slowly and carefully caressed your thighs and breasts with his hands. You tilted your head back and closed your eyes to make the feeling even more intense. You ran one hand through his hair, while the other gripped the sofa seat. It was so good that you kept telling him not to stop. To make you lose your mind even more, he inserted two fingers into you, which he moved in and out. Your moans almost turned into screams and you came with such force that your whole body trembled. When you calmed down somewhat and you opened your eyes, Clement was still kneeling in front of you. He licked his lips and wiped your remaining juices from his mouth with his hand.

"Baby, if I could, I would eat you out till the morning, but now I have other plans." he said in a purring voice and kissed you. "I'll put on a condom."

You nodded and couldn't wait for the continuation, he returned immediately. You stood up and this time you sat him down on the couch. You sat on him in a riding position and put his cock inside you. You were so sensitive from your previous orgasm that you thought you would cum just from this little contact. You held onto his shoulders and slowly began to move up and down his cock, moving your hips back and forth.

"Oh my god, baby, you're so good!" Clement groaned, tilting his head back. He guided you on his cock by your hips, his hands slid down to your ass and squeezed your cheeks The sound of fucking and loud moans filled the room.

He sat up and stood up with you, then slowly laid on the carpet with you so that you could finish the sex there and bring you to climax again…

You opened your eyes and found yourself in his bed. The room was getting brighter, because the sun was already waking up outside. You felt Clement's muscular arm around your waist. You stroked it and turned to face him.

"Good morning!" he greeted you with a sleepy look. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes. Yesterday’s exercise was phenomenal." you said with a chuckle. Clement also smiled and pulled you closer. You felt that he was hard…

"I think you know what I'm thinking." he said, in that sexy voice again. You looked under the covers, then at him and something occurred to you.

"How about we take a shower and I'll give you the best blow job ever?"

Clement narrowed his eyes and pretended to think.

"It's hard to say no to such a tempting offer, but I don’t want to ruin the fun. If you'll be a good girl, after it I'll make you the most delicious breakfast you ever had."