#bryan kneef fanfic

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Fall From Grace, Pt. 10.5

Bryan Kneef x reader. Part of the Fall From Grace series. NSFW for graphic smut, obscene language (right under the cut). Y'all already know the drill. Proceed at your own risk.

AN: Story crosses over with Suits. Yeah, that other lawyer show. Also feats. some of the language of the pilot from Suits when Mike & Bryan meet (where in the show Mike shows off his eidetic memory to Harvey).

AN3: This fic was very much inspired by Vampire & Bad Idea, Right? by Olivia Rodrigo. See if you can spot the lyrics.

WC: 4K

The sun poured into the bedroom. You groaned, trying to block out the light. The sounds of the city coming to life filled the air stirring you awake. The buzz of your phone alarm filled the room and you rolled over with a groan to shut it off. It was ten to 6. Despite the end of summer drawing near, it was still bright out. Clocks wouldn’t change for another month.

You blinked a few times before recalling that you weren’t alone. You looked over to the side where Bryan was asleep on his stomach. You smiled and it was in that moment that Bryan himself woke up.

“Hey.” He had a bit of a frog in his throat. He cleared his throat and repeated himself. “Good morning.”

“You know, I'm really glad that you came. And told me how you felt,” you replied, your voice quiet, but wistful. “I’ve really missed you.” You laid on your side, noting to yourself how adorable Bryan looked with his hair all mussed up from sleeping. He started to go gray in his temples, just smatterings of salt intermixed with pepper. It skyrocketed his handsomeness. You could pinch yourself over the fact that despite everything, it was you that he wanted.

Bryan reached over, a single finger tracing your cheek. “I’ve really missed you too.” He propped himself up on his elbow.

“Which begs the question, what if I hadn’t been so… forgiving?”

“Oh, I don't know,” Bryan hummed. “All that unresolved sexual tension? It was kind of fun.”

You let out a giggle as you nodded. “It was, wasn't it?”

Bryan wrapped a large hand behind your neck and pulled you in for a kiss, soft and tender. It quickly deepened and became more needy and passionate. You let out a moan as Bryan’s very talented hands began to venture further south. He rucked your negligee up, exposing your tits. 

You pulled back and sat straight up, pulling off the lavender satin negligee you changed into at some point in the middle of the night. 

Bryan palmed your tits, enjoying the weight of them in his hands. His thumbs ghosted your nipples, already rock hard due to the combination of cool air and arousal. You could feel how hard he was beneath you. You ran your hands through your hair, pushing it back and off your face.

“Wanna throat fuck me til I cry?”

Bryan’s normally tranquil green eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide with arousal, and he gave you a lascivious grin. You let out a yelp as he flipped you over, so you were on your back. 

Bryan flattened his hand along your body, over the swell of your breasts, down your sternum and across your stomach. Your skin goosebumped under his touch. 

Bryan took your thighs in his hands, and gently spread them apart. He grabbed your calves and positioned them so that your legs draped over his shoulders. He placed open wet kisses along your inner thighs. The wiry hair of his beard was rough against your skin, burning in a delicious way. You shivered involuntarily as his breath hovered over your folds. 

Bryan gave a small chuckle against your legs and you propped yourself onto your elbows. “What’s so funny?”

Bryan met your gaze. “Getting used to you with a full bush. All the other times that we fucked, you were bare or you had just a landing strip.”

You arched your brow. “Are you fucking serious right now? I haven’t had time to take care of that.” You paused for a beat before continuing. “And it’s not like I had a steady stream of suitors beating down my door.”

“Shame for them,” Bryan murmured. His thumbs dragged up your lips and pulled them apart, exposing the pink of your flesh, already so wet for him. He leaned forward and inhaled your scent before pulling back slightly to spit. Bryan used the pad of his index finger to stroke  along the seam of your folds to your clit, spreading and mixing your wetness with his spit. 

You collapse onto the bed and closed your eyes as Bryan dove into your folds. His tongue performed in ways you didn’t think was humanly possible. His tongue was warm and wet, and you could hear the obscene sound of wetness in the room. Your pussy juices drip, coating his beard as Bryan continued his onslaught, devouring you hungrily. 

He flattened his tongue and licked the whole length of you, tasting you. He kept at it, licking you with big, broad strokes, before trapping your swollen, sensitive clit between his lips. At first he focused on your clit with his tongue before moving onto scraping it just ever slightly with his teeth. Your hips jerked from the intensity, and he laid a heavy arm over you, keeping you in place.

“You taste so good,” Bryan murmured in between breaths. “Fucking soaked— dripping for me. Best fucking pussy.”

Bryan resumed his oral ministrations, his tongue massaging furiously, before moving his mouth lower again, letting his tongue dip inside you slightly. Your hips undulated against his mouth as he fucked you with his tongue. 

You whimpered above him, gripping the sheets as Bryan slid two thick fingers inside you. It may have been months since the two of you were together but he still remembered how to work you, hitting you exactly where you needed him to. His thumb rubbed your clit and you felt the all too familiar coil in your lower belly begin to tighten.

“Bry… oh fuck! Gonna come!” 

Bryan increased the pace of his fingers. “Give it to me sweetheart. Soak my face.” His mouth returned to your clit, torturing and abusing it in the best way.

You reached down and gripped his hair tightly, keeping him in place. Bryan grunted in response.

You find yourself holding your breath, stiffening as the coil snapped, careening you through orgasmic bliss. Bryan you through your climax, groaning as you soaked his face and fingers. You let out a deep guttural groan of his name.

Bryan’s fingers kept a steady rhythm inside you. His thumb ghosted your clit and you jerked in response, oversensitive.

You tried to move, but Bryan pinned you tightly against bed. “One more sweetheart, can you be a good girl and come for daddy again?”

Bryan crooked his fingers, finding that one spot that all your prior relationships could never find. Your legs start to tremble, abdominal muscles tensing. The pressure is intense, more so than before. His fingers fuck you with such a rapid rhythm and before you know it, your body arches as you come again, this time in a big wet gush all over his face and fingers. “Good girl, my good fucking girl.” His voice is low and gruff, adding another layer of intensity.

As you come down, Bryan cleaned you up with his tongue softly, languidly. He released your clit with a big wet squelch and made his way back up your body. You are trembling in the aftershocks of it all. 

“What a way to wake up,” you sighed contentedly. Bryan kissed you and you tasted yourself on his lips. Your breath is running ragged, your chest heaving. You stretched in place before rolling onto your knees. “It’s your turn.”

You took a pillow and threw it onto the ground. Bryan grinned and settled himself on the edge of the bed. His cock was red and angry. Cum weeper from the head dripping down a meaty vein. 

Your mouth watered at the sight and your cunt clenched around nothing, already aching and desperate for more. You longed to taste the salt of his essence, feeling the weight of his big cock on your tongue. You looked up at him from under your lashes. 

“Like I said earlier, throat fuck me til I cry.”

Bryan twisted a hand into your hair and tugged, forcing you to look at him.

“Is that what you want? Gonna let me fuck your face til you cry?”

You nodded and let out a whimper. “Please.”

Bryan released his grip and took his cock in his hand. He tapped the head of his cock against your lips. “Open up sweetheart. This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

You smiled at him before opening your mouth wide.

***

Eventually you managed to pry yourself away from bed and Bryan, to get ready for work. Bryan planned to work from your apartment, but not before checking out of his hotel room and having his belongings brought over. 

You sat on the edge of the bed, pulling up your thigh high stockings. Bryan was in the shower and it took everything in you to not join him. 

You had decided on the mint green lingerie set - the same one you wore back when you were in the Hamptons, complete with garters. You chose a pencil skirt and silk sleeveless blouse. You finished doing your hair and makeup as Bryan emerged from the shower. You couldn’t help but gape as he sauntered in completely nude, peacocking for all to see.

“Jesus Christ.”

Bryan preened. “You sure I can’t tempt you to take the day?”

You looked at him and then at your watch. “I really, really want to… but I have a bunch of time sensitive stuff to get out. I’ll leave early though - I’ll text you on my way out.”

Bryan walked over to you and kissed you deeply, effectively ruining your lipstick. You were breathless when the kiss broke. “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye babe,” you murmured. You turned and Bryan gave your ass a smack. You giggled and turned to look at him. You blew a kiss towards him before you shut the door behind you with a quiet click.

Later that workday, you found yourself in Rachel’s office personally dropping off some files so that you could spill to her and get her advice.

“But, God, Rach when I look at him, my brain goes, "’ahhhh’, like I can’t hear my thoughts like blah-blah-blah. And yes I know he’s my ex, but can’t two people reconnect?”

“The next thing you’ll say is he’s just a friend. That’s the biggest lie you have ever said.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I— 

“So he tripped and fell into your bed?” Rachel asked in disbelief as she took a sip of her coffee. “When I last texted you, you said you were asleep.”

You swallowed your own iced coffee and let out a snort. “I just never said where or in whose sheets.”

Rachel sighed. “Do you not recall what led you to leaving Chicago? He broke your heart. And now you’re getting back together after just one date? He needs to prove himself.”

“I— he— yes, everyone told me he was bad, bad news. God, I hate the way I called them crazy too. With him - I see the parties and the diamonds when I close my eyes. And it’s not like I did not try the NYC dating scene which was a bust. And I am sure I’ve seen much hotter men, but I can’t remember when.”

Rachel’s eyes narrowed. “You’re my friend - I love you. I cannot stand to see you get hurt again. The four of us should go out to dinner. He hasn’t gone back to Chicago yet has he?”

You shook your head. “No, he leaves at the end of the week. He was originally going to boomerang back to Chicago after the depo but he wants to spend more time with me–”

“In bed,” Rachel cut off.

“Well, yeah. I mean why not? I certainly am not complaining,” you laughed. You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms. 

Rachel sighed once more, this time not as irritated as before. “I just don’t want to see you hurt again.”

“I appreciate it, Rach, really I do. I owe it to me - to this relationship to give it a real second try. I truly love him.”

“It sounds like your mind is made up. But again, let’s have dinner with the four of us. See if the great Bryan Kneef can charm Mike and I as much as he has charmed the pants off you.”

—

You returned to your apartment with the day’s mail in tow. “Knock knock… Bryan? I’m home.”

Bryan looked up from your couch where he had just been furiously typing. “Sweetheart - welcome home.”

To Bryan you were a sight for sore eyes. He had been working on a brief that was causing him more grief the longer he plugged away at it. But there you were, blurred eyeliner and messy bun, even a run in your stocking. In that moment, he never found you more beautiful.

“Change of plans,” you replied tiredly. “We are going to have dinner with Mike and Rach. Figured STK would be good for us all.”

Bryan groaned. “I was hoping we could order in, stay in bed. Make good on my limited time here.”

You dropped your purse onto the couch and climbed onto Bryan’s lap. You wrapped your arms around him and pressed a kiss to his lips. Bryan’s arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer to him. You trailed your fingers along his chest and picked off a piece of imaginary lint. “I know,” you replied quietly. “I just want the people I love to get to know the man I love.”

Bryan grabbed your hand and kissed the top of it. “Besides,” you continued as you moved to nuzzle his neck, “didn’t you agree that all of the unresolved sexual tension was fun? Just think of dinner as such and we’ll be so keyed up after that–”

Bryan reached up to cup the back of your head, gently steering you against his mouth. He slanted his mouth against yours. His tongue licked hotly into your mouth, tasting you. His hands moved around from your hips to the swell of your ass, grabbing and squeezing. Arousal shot through you and suddenly the idea of waiting seemed to be stupid. You tried to do the mental math of possibly a quickie and getting ready and out the door on time. 

Bryan apparently read your mind. “You know,” he husked, as his lips skimmed the slope of your neck, “we don’t even need to change out of these clothes. It would be so easy to just push your panties to the side and slide my cock right in.”

You squirmed, biting your lip. “I guess I can fix my hair and make-up in the cab,” you reasoned. 

Bryan chuckled darkly. “Then turn around and lift that skirt and show me daddy what he wants. Show me that pretty pussy.”

You brushed your lips against his and then climbed off his lap and turned around. You had a feeling he would be pleased with what you wore underneath. You rucked your skirt over your thighs, revealing your stocking and garters.

“Is this the same set you wore when we were in the Hamptons?”

You turned your face to Bryan, your brow arched. “Yes, good memory but that’s not the takeaway I wanted.”

Bryan let out a small chuckle. “I suppose not.” He stood and undid the zipper of his pants and pulled out his cock, already painfully hard and throbbing. 

You stood in front of him, your back to him and bent forward ever so slightly. Bryan took the opportunity to lay a hard slap on your ass, enjoying how your skin rippled and bloomed in response. 

You let out a moan as he cupped you. Bryan smirked at the feel of how slick and ready you were for him even while still wearing panties. Panties that were absolutely ruined. His fingers trace along the lines of your panties. Your core throbbed and pulsed with need. Bryan hooks his fingers into the sides and pulls them down, dragging the ruined fabric down your thighs. There you were, the pink of your most feminine parts on display. “You’re fucking soaked,” Bryan muttered. “Look at you. That perfect pussy needing more.”

You shivered in need and anticipation. He sunk two fingers inside your warm, wet heat which greedily sucked him in. You let out a moan as he alternated twisting and scissoring his fingers.

His thumb ghosted your clit and you found yourself rocking rhythmically on his hand. Your desire and need to come grew stoked easily to flame as you were already keyed up from the morning. He crooked his fingers forward and stroked upwards. You jerked and gasped at the sensation, at the feel of the spot that only he knew. Your breath heaved as pleasure coursed through you. You were so close to coming when Bryan removed his hand. He tapped his hand against your cunt, delivering small but deliberate spanks. You jerked once more, and Bryan had to grip your hip to keep you steady. 

Bryan used your slick that he gathered on his fingers as lubricant as he continued to pump his cock.

You turned around to fully face him and nodded. “My pussy is always ready for you, always hungry.”

“Let me see.”

You bent at the waist again, jutting your hips to his face. It was evident to Bryan how your pussylips were swollen, glistening with your juices.

“Yeah? That pussy is hungry? And what does that pussy of yours need?” Bryan asked. His eyes followed yours which were zeroed in on his cock.

“Your big cock,” you whimpered as you hovered over his lap.

“Then let me help with that,” Bryan offered. You pushed your panties to the side and sunk onto his thick length. Bryan let out a grunt while you let out a sigh of content. The feel of his cock inside of you is nothing short of incredible. The way he splits you in half once fully seated and how your cunt flutters to accommodate his length, well the burn is delicious. The burning stretch eventually settled into complete fullness as if your bodies were made just for one another, a missing piece to a puzzle.

Bryan shoved his fingers into your mouth and you can taste yourself on them. Your eyes shuttered close as you sucked on them. 

You released his fingers and Bryan used the same hand to slap your ass again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and began to grind against him. The pace, despite it being a quickie, is slow and romantic. Bryan is big, thick and hard, filling you up perfectly. 

“Is this how you liked to get fucked?” Bryan grunted. You whined, unable to formulate the words. The steady drag of his cock along your cunt has rendered you speechless. “Good girl, take it. Take this cock.”

You whined as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. You take the opportunity to scrape your teeth along his skin. The action made Bryan’s toes curl and he held you tightly as he fucked you harder and deeper. Your cream dripped down his cock. You allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasure. “Don’t worry darling,” Bryan promised in between punctuated thrusts that caused you to sob and whimper with need. “I’ll take care of you. Don’t I always do?”

You manage to eke out a yes as your cunt fluttered around his cock. Your clit rubbed against the fabric of the clothes you are both wearing. You are at the precipice. You ground yourself harder to get that friction you need and your mouth goes slack as you come, soaking his cock with your release. 

“Take what you need, take it,” Bryan grunted, his teeth gnashing together. He kept his pace and you kissed him hungrily as you came down from your high. “Come for me Bry,” you manage in between sloppy, wet kisses. “Fill me up. I need it, mark me, this pussy is yours.”

Your words sent Bryan over and he let out a stream of grunts and growls as he pinned your hips down to his as he released his spend into you in thick white stripes. 

You both sit there, catching your breath. Bryan tilts your chin and kisses you once more. “Here’s the part where I make a corny joke about happy hour,” he replied with a smirk. 

You laughed. “Or I can be cheesy and say every hour with you is happy hour.” You peppered kisses all over his face. 

Bryan slanted his face just right to catch your lips. He kissed you softly and slowly. You sagged against him, just enjoying the feel of his body against yours. When the kids finally broke, he pushed some hair off of your face. His green eyes sparkled as he met your gaze.

“Every hour with you is happy hour. I love you.”

Your heart swelled to the point where you thought it would burst. “I love you too.”

—

You both managed to get out the door on time. You hailed a cab which came easily, much to your surprise given the time. Bryan spent his time watching the city go by as you shook your hair to give it volume and tried very carefully during the bumpy taxi ride to re-touch your lipstick. Dinner that evening at STK was the Bryan Kneef show, charming and showboating for hours over alcohol and various decadent dishes. 

“So your lovely wife tells me you have an eidetic memory,” Bryan remarked to Mike as he wiped his mouth. 

“What if I told you I consume knowledge like no one you’ve ever met before.”

Bryan arched a brow. “Prove it.”

“Pick a topic - anything.”

Bryan furrowed his brow, thinking. “Stock option backdating.” The waiter came by and brought Bryan another drink. Bryan took a sip and then continued, “Although backdating options is legal, violations arose related to disclosures under RIC section 409A.”

Mike smirked. “You forgot about Sarbanes-Oxley.”

Bryan gave a half smile and crinkled his eyes. “The statute of limitations render Sarbanes-Oxley moot post 2007.”

Rachel and you have each other knowing glances.

“Well not if you can find actions to cover up the violation in the Sixth Circuit May 2008.”

Bryan smiled. “That’s impressive.”

“Once I read something, I understand it. And once I understand it, I never forget it.”

“Shit, I should have you all come out to Chicago.” The table laughed. 

Rachel turned to you and mouthed ‘I love him.’ 

You gave her a look, which read ‘told you so.’

“As much as I do enjoy the Windy City, I’m a New Yorker through and through. I’m glad to see you happy,” Mike chimed in, turning towards you. “You deserve it. Bryan, you’re a lucky man.”

Bryan reached over and grabbed your hand. “I am very lucky,” he agreed. “A gorgeous woman who actually likes to keep my company and swallows my cock with such genuine want? That’s true love.”

“Bryan!” you half-shrieked as Rachel and Mike spat out their drinks. 

Then just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, Mike retorted similarly with respect to Rachel. Rachel dropped her head in defeat, her cheeks turning bright red. “Oh my god, this is not happening.”

Bryan ultimately settled the bill. The two of you bid adieu to Mike and Rachel as their taxi arrived. You turned to Bryan. “So now what counselor?”

“The night is young. We can go for a nightcap, or…”

You smirked. You pressed your body against his and kissed the corner of his mouth. His beard tickled your skin. Your voice was a whisper that only he could hear.

“Or.”

FIN.

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Journey To The Past Ch 2

Bryan Kneef x reader Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, that's about it so far.

The rest of your week after running into Bryan went by agonizingly slow, you were at the point in all of your cases that you were simply stuck at your desk doing the boring, menial paperwork. The only reason you were even going into the office was because it made you get out of bed, and then you’d actually get some human interaction rather than socializing with your cat all day. It was both driving you insane and yet somehow saving your sanity. Friday itself was already rather boring, most people working from home already or taking a half day, the office rather empty after the lunch hour was over. You’d gone out for lunch with Kim, one of the few other colleagues you’d actually call a friend, before she called it a day and you said your goodbyes as she left the firm. You stopped halfway back to your office, glancing between it and the direction of the breakroom, wondering if another coffee would help or hinder the focus for the afternoon before you decided enough was enough, if you had to be stuck with mind numbing work the least you could do was be in the privacy of your own home.

When you got home you decided to try and avoid the afternoon slump, dropping your files and laptop on the kitchen island and quickly changing into workout gear. Your building very thankfully had a gym on the top floor and you figured if you took advantage now, it would be empty and you’d be able to check a workout off your weekend to do list. An hour and a half later and you returned, stripping yourself of the sweaty clothing and jumping into a very well deserved shower. You took the time to wash your hair, exfoliating your skin and getting rid of any unwanted hair, you always felt better and enjoyed your weekends more when you felt completely refreshed, and at the least, Kim had promised drinks on her on Saturday night so you had something to look forward to.  Skincare complete, wrapped in a robe you padded out to the kitchen, rolling your eyes as you glanced down to the pile of things you’d brought home from the office. Rather than make yourself suffer, you pulled open the fridge to grab a bottle of pinot, pouring yourself a large glass before taking a sip. It was Friday, it was almost five, you could consider yourself done with work if you wanted. At the very least you opened your laptop to reply to a couple of last minute emails before starting your weekend and picking up your phone.

Your brow furrowed when you noticed you had a text from a number not saved in your phone, you replied to a couple of other messages before swiping open on the unknown contact.

‘Hey, it’s Bry. Was wondering if you were maybe free for a drink tonight? I know it’s a little late notice, but thought it was worth a shot.’

A small smile crept onto your lips as you placed down the wine glass to first save his contact and then reply to the message.

‘It’s as if you read my mind.’ You snapped a pic of the wine glass, attaching it to the message, ‘already a step ahead of you though.’

‘Great minds think alike.’ He replied, a winking emoji at the end of the message, ‘where are you? I could meet you?’

‘I’m boring and drinking alone in my kitchen currently. I think we can find somewhere a little more upscale.’

‘It’s a nice day, have you ever been to the Godfrey?’

‘That rooftop lounge over on W Huron? I’ve heard good things.’

‘What do you say to seven thirty?’

‘I’d say it sounds perfect.’

‘I can send a car for you?’

‘It’s only a few blocks from me, I can walk. I’ll see you tonight.’

‘Looking forward to it.’

*

You arrived at the Godfrey right on time, the elevator whisking you up to the rooftop lounge, you were just about to approach the hostess stand when you caught sight of Bryan out on the terrace. He was dressed down a bit, same as you had, a crisp light blue button up, sleeves rolled up exposing those gorgeous forearms and just enough buttons undone to tease at the dark chest hair underneath, complete with dark wash jeans. You’d chosen a casual black dress, one that the neckline exposed just enough while still being somewhat tasteful, your hair loose around your shoulders.

Bryan was leant back in his chair, an arm thrown over the back of it as he gazed out over the horizon, one foot propped up on the opposite knee. His other arm lifted his whiskey to his lips, taking a sip before his gaze drifted through the lounge and landed on you. A small smirk broke over his lips, tilting his head in a greeting as you smiled, your dress exposed your cleavage and ended right above your knee, more skin for his eyes to roam over than during office hours. He had to hold back the urge to lick his lips and immediately make a sexual comment, making the mental reminder that he had to at least try to be the respectable gentleman at first.

You flashed a glittering smile to the hostess, pointing towards Bryan, giving her a nod before you crossed through the lounge, your smile shifting to one that was nearly shy as you approached the table.

“Hey.” You greeted softly, slinking into the seat across from him.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He replied with a grin and you let out a little laugh, shaking your head at his antics, “you look great.”

“Thank you.” You ducked your eyes for a second, trying not to drag them up his body before you spoke again, “you clean up pretty well yourself.” Bryan simply chuckled in return,

“You hungry? Or did you eat already?”

“I had a late lunch, but it’s probably a good idea to have something small.” You replied with a laugh, hands picking up the menu to peruse through it.

The waiter came over a few moments later and you were able to order an old fashioned while the two of you continued to look over the menus. A bit of small talk overtook the table before you decided on plates of truffle fries, hummus, sliders and mini tacos. Drink in hand you finally sucked back a large sip, humming in satisfaction as the liquor sunk through your body, relaxing away all the stressors and bullshit from the week behind you.

“So….” You started with a smile, glancing across the table, “how did little bashful Bry become the oh so well known Bryan Kneef of STR?” You asked and Bryan chuckled, wondering just how much reading up on him you’d been doing since the run in earlier that week. He certainly had done his own fair share of digging on you, finding out that you were a senior partner at a very esteemed firm on the North side of town. That your win rate was exactly what he’d expected after watching the way you eviscerated classmates in mock trials back in college. You were highly involved in the community, large donations to charities throughout the years, a flood of photos from fancy galas, press releases and the like. And in each one, you were flying solo, no man on your arm or date in sight. You seemed pretty well set up in the Chicago community he was surprised that you hadn’t crossed paths earlier, his interest piqued at just how long you’d been in the city and if there was a particular reason as to your choice to appear single.

“A hell of a lot of time and even more work.” He replied, “how’d you even end up in Chicago? I thought New York was the ultimate dream? You wouldn’t stop talking about your perfect life, the brownstone on the Upper West side close enough to run in Central Park every morning, date nights at The Met, Hamptons trips every summer? You had it all planned out.”

“I did.” You smiled fondly, your gaze in the distance, “and for a while… it was.” You sighed, taking a large sip of your drink, “then it became the absolute nightmare and I had to sacrifice all those things to save my fuckin’ sanity.”

“Real estate just too expensive?” He teased with a laugh and you let out a huff, chucking darkly before sucking back more of your drink.

“I wish it was that simple.”

“What happened?” Bryan asked, watching the melancholy drift through your eyes before your attention returned to him.

“I made the terrible mistake of falling in love with the wrong guy.” You risked a glance up at Bryan, whose expression was one of curiosity, his head tilted, eyes soft in the sense that he felt sorry for whatever happened to you.

“Grade A jerk?”

“Even worse.” You laughed, taking another sip of your drink, “I was young, new to the city and trying to make a name for myself, got caught up in a whirlwind romance. Mike was great, perfect gentleman, showed me pieces of New York I never would’ve discovered otherwise. He was older, established in the city already, a few people tried to caution me about him when we got engaged but I blew them off.”

“He only in it for the money?”

“More like grooming.” You scoffed and Bryan rolled his eyes, “he wanted the perfect little wife and I was ready to be just that. Much to his disdain I kept working after we got married, he blamed the stress of the job when we started trying for kids with no luck.” You drained your drink, “then one night I came home to find him packing up his stuff, divorce papers on the dining table. Turns out he had a mistress I didn’t know about that he’d gotten pregnant and she was more than okay just being a trophy wife who wouldn’t talk back.”

“Sounds like scum.”

“Thank god for prenups.” You huffed, “after everything went down I had to get out of the city. Colleague heard of a job opening out here that paid better and the rest is history.”

“I’m sorry.” Bryan’s hand dared to slide across the table, squeezing at yours, sympathy in his eyes despite his own unsavory dating history “you deserve so much better than that.”

“Thanks Bry.” You flashed him a smile, squeezing at his hand before pulling away, “but enough about my bullshit, how’ve you been? I hear you’re pretty high up at STR?”

“I am.” He chuckled, “took a bit to get my feet under me but once the ball was rolling it was like second nature.”

“I’m proud of you.” You smiled, “you’ve come a long way.”

“So have you.” He grinned back at you, the conversation interrupted by the server coming over with food and the offer to refill drinks that you both said yes to. As you ate your eyes darted to Bryan’s left hand, the conversation easily flowing still.

“No ring?” You asked, “you seeing anyone?”

“If I was, I don’t think they’d be pretty happy with me being out on a Friday night with someone as gorgeous as you.” He grinned back and you felt your cheeks heat, laughing at his retort.

“Way to dodge the question.” You teased and it was his turn to chuckle.

“What about you? You find prince charming of Chicago?”

“Nah.” You waved him off, “found it a little weird attempting to get back into the dating pool while also working full time.”

“The job certainly does take priority.” He muttered over the rim of his drink.

“That why you stayed single at Harvard? Or just cause you were shy?” You teased and Bryan tossed a straw wrapper in your direction.

“I was focussed on graduating. Just like you were.”

“You got me there.” You laughed, taking the time to take a couple bites of food, “how’s STR as a firm?”

“Good enough.” He shrugged, “as you said I was able to work my way up to the top, I’m one of their highest appointed attorneys, and I love what I do. Nothing like being the ruthless lawyer, right?”

“Exactly.” You let out a small laugh, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks as you ducked your gaze, distracting yourself with your drink as Bryan continued to tell you all about his life in Chicago.

The two of you fell into an easy rhythm, this one even more relaxed than the one you shared back in the day, this conversation one that you continually shot back and fourth. You laughed, you reminisced and you shared stories of your lives, how your sister had moved out to LA and exiled herself from the family, how your parents had basically shunned you, thinking your divorce had been a terrible mistake. How Bryan had mourned the loss of his mother, someone you’d become close to on vacations from Harvard back in the day. How he ended up enjoying Chicago more than he’d originally expected, making the city into the home he needed.

You continued talking far longer than either of you had ever thought you would, the lounge emptying out around you as you kept going. You barely noticed until the server came by a second time asking about the cheque and you apologised profusely. Bryan swiped the bill before you could even think about looking at it, the credit card receipt signed within minutes. You thanked the staff and swiftly made your way out of the hotel, lingering on the sidewalk outside, neither of you really wanting the night to end yet.  

You glanced back to Bryan, catching him palming a tip to the doorman and you couldn’t ignore the fluttering in your stomach. At first thought your mind went straight to something you ate not sitting well before you realized that it was butterflies. It had been far too long since you’d felt them you’d completely forgotten the feeling. They were only amplified when Bryan turned to you, grin on his cheeks as he spoke.

“Can I walk you home?”

“Of course.” You smiled up at him, the fluttering in your stomach increasing as his arm wound around your waist. “Thank you.”

“It’s the least I can do.”

“You’re miles above the usual date night already, I doubt you’ve got anything to worry about Bry.”

“So what I’m hearing is that this was a date?” He raised a brow in your direction and you laughed.

“It could be.” You shrugged, “or it could be just two old friends catching up.”

“I think I prefer the first option.”

“Well then it was definitely a date.” You smiled, pausing in your step to wait for the light to change, feeling Bryan’s arm tighten around you while a comfortable silence washed over you.

“Are you happy in Chicago?” He asked suddenly, his voice quieter than before, “I know it’s not exactly the big apple and…. You had your heart set.”

“Things change.” You shrugged, glancing up at him with a smile, “and I am. I’ve made Chicago my home, made a name for myself that I don’t think I could’ve achieved in the cutthroat competitive place that is New York.”

“Good.”

You suddenly stalled in your steps stopping in front of an apartment, “this is me.”

“You are nice and close.” He murmured, smiling as you turned back to him.

“Just like I said…” you murmured, leaning even closer toward him when his arm pulled you to him. Your heart thundered in your chest, feeling his body against yours, his cologne invading your senses, clouding your thoughts.

Your eyes darted up to his, flicking down to his lips before returning to his eyes, your lips parted as you caught him mirroring your motions. You decided to take the plunge, popping up on your toes to gently press your lips to his and even within a second you knew you’d made the right decision.

At first his eyes widened, surprised that you’d been the one to make the first move, though he relaxed into the kiss in a matter of seconds, his arm winding tightly around your waist, pulling you to him. His other hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing across your skin and you let out a soft sigh into the kiss. You were surprised with how easily you lips moved against each other, like they were made to connect, that waiting all these years didn’t mean you’d missed your only chance. Bryan’s tongue was just about to sneak into your mouth when a neighbour burst from the apartment, pulling you back to reality and the two of you broke apart with a small laugh, a blush taking over you cheeks before you glanced up at Bryan.

“Well that’s one hell of a reunion.” You grinned and he chuckled.

“You wanna let me up now?”

“Mmhmm.” You shook your head, “sorry Bry, I don’t fuck on the first date.”

“Oh? What’s your magic number then?” He smirked and you laughed.

“Well, considering how long we’ve known each other I’ll give you the half off discount and say date number three.”

“You really let these schmucks wait six dates?” Bryan laughed.

“Well….” You shrugged, “there are some pretty big douche bags out there. A girl’s gotta be careful.”

Bryan let out a soft sigh, collecting his words as he thought about where he would stand on your scale of douche bag men now. His hand reached out, stroking at your cheek before he leant in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips that you hummed at.

“Well, for what it’s worth, you don’t have to be careful around me.” He murmured and you grinned softly.

“I already know that.” You giggled, “you may have come a long way from that lil bashful Bry at Harvard, but he’s still in there somewhere, I can tell. And not to sound terribly cliché and cheesy, but…. Maybe it was always meant to happen this way? If we’d dated in college it would’ve ended in heartbreak, I was so dead set on New York I wouldn’t have taken anything else for an answer. This way? I’d say there’s a decent chance.”

“That was horribly cliché and cheesy.” He laughed in response, “but I get what you mean, and I look forward to date number three.”

“Of course you do.” You let out a bark of a laugh, “better have something good set for number two.”

“Oh I will.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “now go on, get upstairs so I know you’re nice and safe and I’ll text you in the morning.”

“Yes sir.” You teased with a small salute and a grin you retreated into your building, Bryan watching as you disappeared into the elevator.

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Two beards

Its been a long long minute. Life has not been kind to me, but although this is a little late, this is for @beccabarba birthday. This is just the start that I needed to get out, more to come when the writing fairy sprinkles me with some writing dust to help me get out of this funk.  

WC: 732

Warnings: None really, setting the story line, sorry if the one Spanish word is wrong, I goggled it.

Enjoy x

As you sat across the table looking between the two bearded men, you were not surprised that they had ended up in conflict resolution. You had 20 separate complaints from multiple judges, court staff and past jury duty citizens all voicing how both these well-educated men ended up going toe to toe either during or after a case in front of way too many people, court security being called in one too many times. Most judges didn’t want to go into a court room if they knew both were lawyers on the case and it was getting around the jury room about them, requests coming in that they be moved to different trails. You were the last stop before final steps would be taken so that they would be banned from representing clients that belonged to the same case.  

You sat back in your chair, looking down at your watch before crossing your arms over your body and rolling your eyes seeing the meeting that had only started 10 minutes ago and they were already at each other’s throat, throwing insults at each other. For two men that were so educated and handsome, you really wondered how they had this much hate for each other.

You let them get it out of their system and watched on as they went tit for tat bringing up past cases saying if they said this the other would have lost or if the other hadn’t of slept with the judge in college the other would have won. You started to tune out flicking through the pile of complaints when you noticed the English they had been talking in switched to Spanish and you tuned back in to what they were saying. Your ex-partner being Latin and you understood every word. Your eyes shot between them like you were watching a ping pong game, and the soon career based insults turned very personal, they insulting each other about their mothers and you saw red,

“Para” you roared through the room and slammed your hands down on your desk “Do you hear yourselves?”

Both men froze mid-sentence, taking their gaze from each other and setting their eyes on you. For a moment heat swept through you when you seen the intense look on both their faces and you quickly pushed the feelings away, your rage at their behaviour pushing back through you again.

“Both of you get out of my office, now” you spat.

You frowned your brows and watched as both of the bearded men stood up off their chairs and walked out, your door being shut behind them. You threw yourself back in your chair and sighed shaking your head, in your 15 year career and your 5 years in this office, not once had you come across two lawyers being this bad. You had heard rumours about Bryan, seeing firsthand what he was capable of in and out of the court room, but Racehorse was new to the court rooms in town and as far as you knew he hadn’t snuck his claws into anything just yet. You spent the rest of the day doing your research and coming up with a plan of action, also getting your personal assistant to send emails to both of theirs informing them when they needed to appear in your office again.

The sun had started to set and you were the last one left in your office, everyone else gone home. You where finishing off some paper work from another conflict resolution case when there was a knock on your door, you yelled out come in thinking it was your uber eats,

“Just sit it on the corner of the desk. Thanks” not even looking up from your screen and you kept typing. You continued to look at your screen till you heard a clearing of the throat and you looked up over your screen and raised an eye brow “Don’t you think you two have cause enough issues for one day. I’m off the clock” you sat back in your chair with a huff.

Both men started to make their way towards the other side of your desk, both sitting in the same seats they sat in earlier that day. Bryan sitting a bottle of whiskey on the table, a smirk pulled to his face and grin pulling to Racehorse’s,

“Hope you have glasses”

Tags: @beccabarba @ben-c-group-therapy @alwaysachorusgirl

#bryan kneef x reader #bryan kneef x you #bryan kneef #bryan kneef x female reader #racehorse diaz x reader #racehorse diaz #Ricardo Diaz #racehorse diaz x female reader #the good fight #the good fight fanfic #the good fight fic #the good fight fanfics

[colonelzemo]

can some of ya send me some good multi-chapters fanfics with Rafael Barba and Bryan Kneef ? 💕

#in raph's mind #rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #bryan kneef #bryan kneef x reader

[plaidbooks]

Well I'm going to be greedy and ask for more then one, but any one will do! I would love to find Nick, Rafi, Sonny or Bryan under my mistletoe 🥰

4 Scenes

A/N: Sorry I’m posting late! It’s still Christmas here, so I’m on time, dammit! Anyways, why limit myself to one of these handsome men, when we can do mini-fics of all four?? Shoutout to @thatesqcrush, who beta’d the Bryan section for me, since I have never written him, nor seen The Good Fight (I only know him from gifsets and fics whoops). Enjoy!

These are 4 separate stories, not reader cheating on 4 guys. The stories are also in order of the ask: Nick, Rafi, Sonny, Bryan, if you wanna skip someone!

Tags: allusions to smut, otherwise just some fluff

Words: 1128

Taglist: @the-baby-bookworm @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @stardust-fray @permanentlydizzy @infiniteoddball @ben-c-group-therapy @glowingmess @whimsicallymad @reading--mermaid @averyhotchner @mrsrafaelbarba @detective-giggles @dianilaws

Nick Amaro

You were flying over the floor after a perp, Nick hot on your heels, tearing through a mall full of people trying to do last minute shopping before Christmas. “Move!” you shouted at the people, who were either shoved out of the way, or happened to look at the commotion and shuffled quickly backwards as you chased your man. The man ducked into a Hallmark store, and you followed. Once in the store, Nick went left and you went right, cornering the perp in the back aisle. The man, realizing he was trapped, rushed you, trying to push by you. But you were ready for him, slamming your shoulder into his sternum, forcing the air from his lungs. While he was struggling for a breath, you quickly pulled his hands behind his back, cuffing him.

“Great job, babe,” Nick smiled at you, panting slightly. You grinned at him, catching your breath as you read the perp his rights, and leading him out of the store. Fin and Olivia met you at the store entrance, and you turned him over to your superiors, Nick coming to stand proudly next to you.

You glanced up at Nick, noticing a small bit of green behind him, hanging in the arch of the store entrance. You smiled at him, nodding towards it. “Mistletoe.”

Nick turned to look at the plant hanging innocently from the ceiling before locking eyes with you once more, a smirk on his face. He tugged you close, kissing you deeply, his tongue pushing into your mouth. You smiled against his lips, hand going to thread through his hair.

“Get a room you two,” Fin commented, rolling his eyes.

Nick pulled back, also grinning, and you murmured, “oh, we will.”

Nick gave you another quick kiss before saying, “see, this is why I married you.”

 Rafael Barba

“Dinner was amazing, Mrs. Barba; thank you,” you said, picking up your plate. You and Rafael cleared the table, not allowing Lucia a chance to clean the dishes—she cooked, you were going to clean.

“Thank you for coming; I’m glad I was finally allowed to meet you,” she replied, giving Rafael a pointed look, making him shift uncomfortably. You stifled a giggle, drying the dishes as Rafael washed them. Once they were done, you both moved back towards her living room. It was getting late, and you were both ready to head home, to bed.

Rafael held your coat open for you, letting you put your arms into the sleeves before he placed it on your shoulders. Then he went to Lucia, hugging her and kissing her cheek, saying, “thank you for dinner, Mamí. I love you. I’ll call you Sunday, okay? After mass.”

“I love you, too, mijo,” Lucia grinned at him. Rafael came back to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, but Lucia stopped you both with a tsking noise, pointing up. “Rafi, you know the rules.”

You both followed her finger, seeing a little bustle of mistletoe hanging above you. Rafael’s ears turned pink as his eyes found yours. It’s not that you hadn’t kissed before, but it felt awkward with his mother watching. Nevertheless, Rafael leaned in, giving you a sweet, chaste kiss. You grinned against his lips, unable to help yourself—kissing Rafael always made you giddy.

Once outside in the cold, the snow falling gently around you, Rafael said, “thank you for tonight—Mamí would not let it go that she hadn’t met you yet.”

“It’s fine, Rafi; I love your mom. And I can see where your cooking skills come from,” you replied, making him chuckle. “Now can we please get out of the cold?”

“Mmm, don’t worry, cariño. I’ll take you home and warm you up,” Rafael promised, his voice low and his arm tightening around your shoulders.

 Sonny Carisi

You giggled, uncaring that it was 2am, or that you were waiting for a pot of water to boil for Kraft mac n cheese. All that mattered was your goofball boyfriend, whose hands were clasping yours, as he danced with you in the kitchen. Sonny’s laughs matched yours as you both waltzed around the space, Frank Sinatra playing on your phone. Sonny pulled you close, dipping you, and you let out a peal of laughter.

“Don’t drop me!” you gasped, and he brought you back up.

“Never,” he promised, spinning you. As the song ended, and your giggles died out, you leaned against the doorframe of your kitchen, panting. Sonny came to lean against the other side of the frame, also out of breath. Your eyes connected, that lopsided smile on his face, a matching one on yours. Your lips crashed together, the kiss sloppy as you were both still giggling, hands trailing along each other’s bodies.

You pulled back, breathless, smiling at your boyfriend. “There’s a mistletoe above you,” you murmured.

“I know; I put it there for a reason,” Sonny replied, pulling you back in for another kiss, full of giggles and affection.

Bryan Kneef 

Against his wishes, you put up some decorations in Bryan’s office; only a little, 2’ tree in the corner and some tinsel on the wall. You were in the process of hanging a mistletoe in his doorway when you heard his clipped footsteps coming down the hallway. Crap, you had wanted to be well away from his office before he found out about the decorations. Bryan appeared just as you were coming back down from standing on your tiptoes, mistletoe hanging innocently above you. His green eyes narrowed as he took in the decorations.

“What the hell did you do to my office?” he asked, voice dangerous.

You swallowed nervously. “I just thought I’d make it a little more festive in here.”

Bryan glanced at the mistletoe before his eyes locked with yours, his eyebrow raising. “Oh? Hoping for a kiss under the mistletoe, are we?”

You and Bryan had only recently started sleeping together, and you still had yet to figure out his moods, his…games. So, you cautiously answered, “y-yes?”

The wolfish smirk he gave you made the hairs rise on the back of your neck. “Fine, but you have to do something for me,” he growled. Giving you no time to respond, Bryan grabbed the back of your head, lips crashing to yours hard enough to bruise. You gasped and his tongue was in your mouth as he dominated the kiss. Just as quickly as it started, he pulled away, moving into his office, your eyes still closed in bliss, panting slightly.

Bryan moved to his desk, sitting in his chair. “Close and lock the door,” he ordered. “I want you in front of me, on your knees, before I count to three.” You raised your eyebrow at him—surely he wasn’t serious—and that predatory grin returned. “One…two…”

#nick amaro x reader #rafael barba x reader #sonny carisi x reader #bryan kneef x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #the good fight #the good fight fanfic #fanfic #my writing #this is too many tags omgggg #I think Sonny's is my fave #itsjustmyfantasyroom

[mrsraulesparza]

if i had any writing skills i would write a fic where diane lockhart hires a really smart, promising lawyer under an unusual deal; play paralegal for bryan kneef to gather as many information possible about memo 618. as a reward she gets a notable recommendation letter that will guarantee her a really good job in another firm or something.

she plays the role perfectly, the beautiful and effortlessly sexy paralegal, slightly naive but extremely competent. bryan falls for it, she gets what she wants but goes soft for him and he actually develops feelings for her then he finds out and angst angst angst and then fluffy ending. ta-da!

#bryan kneef #my imaginary fanfic

[thatesqcrush]

In Another Time: Finals Fun

AN: To the tune of Everybody (Backstreet’s Back) OMG I’m back again! I missed Prof. Kneef. Enjoy! 

Bryan Kneef x f! reader. CW: NSFW language, finger fucking. WC: 2377.  

The end of semester was a few days away. 

You and your friends decided to have a last hurrah at the local pub. And apparently the entire school also had the same idea. The pub was running a special, $5 pitchers, $2.50 “beer of the day,” and half off apps. To say it was packed was an understatement. Fortunately you and your friends arrived early enough to snag the last booth. You held the booth while your friends, Elody, Diego and Teresa ordered food and pitchers.

You scrolled through your phone, waiting for your friends. You debated texting Bryan but you knew with finals, he had been busier than ever. Your friends made their way through the crowd, walking carefully with overflowing pitchers in hand along with some appetizers. You reached up to help take things off their full hands. 

Music was pumping, the baseball game was on. It felt nice to relax and unwind after all the hard work you had been putting in - the endless hours, the grueling exams, the way law school prepared you for the Bar, not actual law practice. You plucked a loaded nacho chip from the red plastic basket in front of you before refilling your glass. The four of you chit-chatted as you people watched. 

Teresa let out a low whistle. “Professor Hottie is here.”

“Huh?” You questioned, turning your head. When you saw who it was, you nearly choked on your beer. “Oh, Professor Kneef.” 

Bryan was at the bar, his attention on the bartender. You felt yourself grow warm as you drank him in. He was dressed casually, dark jeans and a button down, the sleeves rolled up, top button undone. 

“That’s all you have to say?” Teresa teased. “Oh?”

“What do you want me to say?” You questioned as you plucked another chip. “He’s here. And?”

“You worked with him right? At his firm?” Diego  asked. “I heard he was a real ball buster. In and out of the office.”

You nodded and took another sip of your beer, hoping against hope that the subject would soon change. 

 “What was he like?” Teresa questioned wistfully. “I wouldn’t be able to get anything done at all. I’d be on my knees, serving him in more ways than one.”

“Right? I would let him teach me a thing or two after hours,” Elody laughed in agreement.

You bristled at the idea. “I guess I can kind of see the attraction. Asshole fired me—“

“Kind of? He is gorgeous! We should invite him to sit with us.” 

“What?” You nearly screeched. All eyes at the table turned to you and you felt yourself flush again, but this time out of embarrassment. “It’s weird,” you clarified. “He’s a teacher, we’re students…”

Being in a secret relationship was tough.

None of your friends knew of the explicit relationship you were engaged in with Bryan - or as they knew him, Professor Kneef.

“And he’s an adult. We are adults. I wanted to order mozzarella sticks anyway,” Elody replied, ignoring your comment. “I’ll ask- worse, he says no.”

You watched as Elody made her way through the crowd and to the bar. She tapped Bryan on the shoulder and you saw her ask him. She pointed back to the table and when Bryan’s eyes met yours, you turned your face, focusing on your drink once more.

You knew you couldn’t come clean and admit to people that you and him were in a relationship. At least not yet. No, that was not the part that you struggled with.

You wanted no more than to stay in bed all day with Bryan - just fucking and cuddling, rest and repeat. School got in the way of that.

In class, you’d catch Bryan staring at you from his desk during exams. You would purposefully try nibbling the end of the pen, in an attempt to act seductive. If it worked, he didn’t let on. If you ran into Bryan on campus with classmates, he would deliberately brush against you, causing you to jump in response. Other times in class or during office hours, you would purposefully wear something a bit more revealing and bend forward ever so slightly, squeezing your cleavage together as you sat down, giving Bryan an even better view. And when he rolled up his sleeves in class or came in just slightly more causal than usual, you knew he had done for it you.

Moments later, you heard Elody’s cheerful voice through the loud music. “Look who wants to join us!”

You looked up at Bryan and he gave a friendly smile to all. When he turned to you, his demeanor was downright smug. “Hope you don’t mind.” He was eating the whole situation up.

“Not at all, Professor Kneef,” someone replied. You turned back to stare at your beer, wanting nothing more than the ground to open and swallow you whole. 

Bryan slid into the booth, sitting next to you. There you were - smack in the middle between Bryan and the wall. You couldn’t go anywhere. The scent of his cologne did things to you and you squirmed in your seat. Bryan squeezed your knee.

“What’s your poison, professor?” Diego questioned. 

“Scotch, neat,” Bryan replied. He raised his glass. “To the end of the semester.”

Everyone cheered and clinked their glasses.

Your breath hitched as you felt Bryan’s hand brush against your thigh. As if that wasn’t enough, you decided to take a sip of your beer at the exact moment his hand made its way to your crotch, cupping through the denim of your pants. 

You coughed, spewing some beer. You apologized to the table as you grabbed a handful of napkins.  As you cleaned up, you glanced in his direction. If Bryan noticed, he didn’t let on. Rather he was engaged in a conversation with Diego. You found yourself inwardly panicking but also incredibly turned on by Bryan’s secret touches. 

“I need to use the restroom,” you announced loudly to no one in particular. “Excuse me. 

“Actually, I have to get going myself,” Bryan replied. “I am meeting a colleague here and she should be here soon.”

Your head whipped at him at the comment. “Oh?”

“You remember Nancy Crozier.” 

You squinted your eyes and racked your brain. Nancy was blonde, blue eyed, too thin, too pretty and very charming. 

“Yeah, I do,” you replied quickly, grabbing your purse. “Excuse me, I do really need to go.”

Apparently Bryan wasn’t as busy as he told you. At least, not for Nancy.

You turned into the crowd, pushing your way through. You were upset that you were upset - jealous, really. Nancy was a formidable attorney who went toe to toe with STR frequently. She used her looks and feigned naivety to gain sympathy from the judge and have them rule in her favor. 

And deep down, if you had to admit it, you always compared yourself to the bevy of women Bryan had on rotation back when you both worked together. And it wasn’t as if your friends were the only ones who noticed Bryan’s handsomeness. You heard the whispers from others on campus as well. And there was always a line for office hours. Many times you felt as if you were living out that scene from Raiders of the Lost Ark where all the female students fawned over Dr. Jones. 

You could feel Bryan’s eyes boring on you as you walked away. Your throat tightened and tears threatened to spill. Instead of turning left towards the bathroom, you kept true until you hit the back entrance which led out to the bar’s courtyard. You took a deep breath as you stepped out into the cool fresh air. To your surprise, no one was outside. You leaned against the exposed brick and closed your eyes. You chewed your lip and tried to think of reasons as to why you had to go home. You figured you could just text the group when you realized that there was no back exit. The fence was a bit too high but you debated hopping over it anyway. 

You let out an irritated sigh as you turned around, and walked right into a solid chest. 

You began to apologize when you realized it was Bryan.

“This doesn’t look like the bathroom.”

“I— um, what are you doing here?” You scanned behind him, hoping no one was watching.

Bryan grabbed your wrist and dragged you into one of the covered cabanas. There was a small sign hanging on the cabana and Bryan flipped it around to indicate it was ‘reserved.’

“Wha—“ you began, but Bryan interrupted you by pulling you tightly against him and capturing your mouth with his. You instantly sagged in his arms, as his lips pressed against yours, his tongue rolling against yours. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him even closer, if that was at all possible. His mouth moved to your neck, nipping and sucking. You couldn’t hold back the moan that bubbled from within.

“So glad this semester is over. I’ve missed you so much,” Bryan growled as his hands roamed over each and every curve and plane of your body. He pressed into you and his length was hard against your stomach. “Can’t you tell?”

“Here?” You ask, the word broken up by the hitch in your breathing as his hands keep moving. Thoughts of Nancy and the other women faded away. 

“Of course here,” Bryan growled. “Are you worried someone might see?”

You moaned, a surprising sound that caught you off guard. Weren’t you worried about someone seeing you only a moment ago? Bryan’s hands are on the waistband of your jeans and your pussy throbbed in response.  Weren't you just thinking it wouldn’t matter at all if anyone saw?

“I—“

There was a fleeting thought that perhaps you’d want them to see. Show everyone and then some who Bryan Kneef really wanted. 

“I don’t care,” Bryan growled. That comment alone made your heart flutter. His hands made way to the front of your jeans and he nimbly undid the button and fly before shoving his large hand down your panties. 

Bryan let out a dark chuckle. “So wet for me. Is this turning you on?”

It was torture, plain as day, having Bryan’s skilled fingers down your jeans and in between your thighs. You let out a whimper as he turned his wrist so that the heel of his hand was pressed against your clit.

Bryan sensed you holding back, desperate not to make a sound. He slid two fingers deep inside of you. You keened wordlessly into his shoulder, biting down on his shoulder to suppress a moan. You can hear the mingling sounds of other patrons who had made their way outside. They were chatting away, blissfully unaware that you were getting finger-fucked. 

And anyone could walk in at that moment.

Bryan pushed the heel of his palm flush against your clit and ground it hard. 

“You really are beautiful,” Bryan murmured in your ear. “Making you come is my favorite thing to do.”

You jolted your head, staring at him with wide eyes. Your chest was heaving, your lips swollen from kissing. A small sweat had broken along your skin. 

Bryan ducked his head once more. But he didn’t kiss you, instead just breathing against your mouth, lips barely brushing. Every nerve in your body was electric. You felt warmth bloom throughout your body as the pressure caused you to explode, coming against his hand, your arousal dripping down his hand. Bryan swallowed your sounds with another kiss as he massaged the last ebbs of your climax with the tips of his fingers against your clit and you can’t help but come again. “Just like that,” he cooed. “Such a good, good girl.” 

You remained all starry eyed and in a daze as he removed his hand. With his other hand he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze as he took his fingers and placed them in his mouth, sucking them quickly. His eyes were twinkling as he pulled them out with a satisfying pop.

“Delicious.”

You watched silently as he fixed your jeans, re-buttoning and zipping the fly. His fingers, still wet with his saliva, traced the dark mark he had left on your neck. 

“Beautiful,” Bryan murmured. He pulled you into an embrace once more, his lips pressing gently against yours. The hairs of his beard tickled you ever so slightly. Your brain was empty, completely blissed out. 

There was a buzzing sound and Bryan looked at his phone “Oh, Nancy is here. I have to go back in. Tell your friends I covered their tab. I’ll text you later sweetheart.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Bryan had already made his way out. After a moment, you collected yourself again and made your way back into the bar.

As you sat back down, your friends looked at your curiously.

“You okay? You look flush and you were gone for awhile,” Elody questioned, her brows furrowed. Her face was etched with concern.

You shook your head and waved your hand. “There was a line, like usual. But on my way back, I ran into Professor Kneef and he said he paid our tab.”

“Is that a hickey on your neck?”

“What?” you asked alarmed, slapping your hand over your neck.

“Yeah, did you have that before?” 

“Uh, you’re seeing things,” you sputtered. “You’ve had too much to drink.”

There was a cacophony of glass shattering sounds - followed by raucous cheering and applause. You took advantage of the opportunity to slide out of your seat. 

“Catch you later,” you shouted to no one in particular. 

You made your way through the crowd, and as soon as you got closer to the door, you spotted Bryan and Nancy. Your eyes met his and you felt your cheeks burn as he winked at you. 

Outside, you took out your phone, and ordered a cab. As you waited,  you texted Bryan. “I don’t want to go home all by myself. I’ll be all by my lonesome.”

The car hadn’t even left the parking lot when you got a message from Bryan.

“On my way - leave your door unlocked.”

FIN. 

AN2: I tried tagging folks but tumblr is being dumb.

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Get Your Motor Runnin’

Bryan Kneef x F! reader. For Wet Hot Summer Bingo hosted by @melk917 @lannister-slings-and-arrows & @pascalispretty. Rating: NSFW/18+

Bingo card: road trip

CW: oral sex (male receiving)

WC: 1323

You were finishing applying your makeup when entered the room. You met his eyes through the mirror and smiled. “I’m just about finished.” You stuck a tissue between your lips and blotted by pressing your lips together.

“No rush, take your time,” Bryan replied.

You shook your head and stood up, crumpling the tissue in your hand. “No, no, I’m okay to go. How do I look?”

Bryan raked his eyes over you in the sundress you wore. Your hair was in a bun. His normally bright eyes were dark and stormy. “Good enough to eat.”

You preened at his compliment. “Well thank you.” You walked over and wrapped your arms around him, leaning up on your toes for a kiss. Bryan slanted his mouth over yours and used his tongue to deepen the kiss. His hands drifted south and immediately under your dress to your butt, playing with the band of your panties.

You shivered under his touch. “Don’t get any ideas,” you warned teasingly.

“Whatever do you mean?” Bryan questioned, feigning innocence. His green eyes twinkled.

“Late to dinner! My parents are very excited to meet you. And in their minds, I’ve done no wrong and I am a good girl. And then to be dating one of the top attorneys in all of Chicago…this is a very big deal. Tonight has to go well.”

Bryan snorted in derision. “The same good girl who last night—“

“Bryan!”

Bryan laughed. “Relax, kitten. I’m just teasing you.”

You sighed. “I’m just nervous. I want them to love you as much as I do.”

Bryan stroked your cheek. “And they will.”

“So make a good impression.”

Bryan’s eyes narrowed. “As if I’d do anything less than,” he snorted. “What do I get if I am good?”

You smirked. “Oh you’ll see.”

—

Of course, Bryan was right. Dinner was as perfect as perfect can be.

He charmed your parents from the moment he pulled up to your childhood home. As you both approached, the door flew open and you were both embraced by your parents. You both settled in, your stomachs rumbling at the smell of roasted potatoes and chicken. Dinner was the Bryan Kneef show, with him being extremely personable and showing off to your parents for hours on end.

As you loaded the dishwasher later that evening, your mother approached. She stopped you from placing a pan in the dishwasher. “Oh honey, that needs to soak overnight.”

“Oh,” you replied as you turned back to the sink to load another item.

“Bryan is wonderful. I’m so happy that you found someone to settle down with.”

You hummed. “He’s incredible. I’m very lucky—”

“I’m the lucky one.”

Bryan’s rich voice interrupted the conversation. You both turned towards Bryan who had entered the kitchen with your father. You smiled, feeling your cheeks flush. “We were just cleaning up.”

“Here, let me finish,” Bryan replied. Your mom beamed.

“He also does the dishes? He’s a keeper!”

After dinner, your father was starting the fire pit so that you could all continue conversation outside. Once the fire started, he returned to the house to help your mother finish getting dessert ready.

Bryan sat in one of the Adirondack chairs that surrounded the firepit, with you in his lap. The fire crackled and popped, the scent of cedar filling the air. You reclined against his chest, sipping on a glass of white wine. Bryan’s hand was on the outside of your thigh, rubbing small concentric circles which sent tingles up and down your body. You wiggled in his lap and Bryan took the opportunity to hold you tighter against him. You felt the bulge of his hardened cock against your ass.

Bryan took the opportunity to whisper hotly and firmly in your ear. “Unless you plan on doing something obscene in front of your parents, I suggest you stay still.”

His breath against your ear sent additional tingles and shivers and you couldn’t help but squirm some more. Bryan let out a low groan in response.

Your parents returned with homemade fruit cobbler and coffee. Any lingering moment of sexual tension quickly faded and you both swallowed your frustrations. The sun set and gave way to the night sky above. Eventually the evening with your parents came to a close. Your parents sent you and Bryan with leftovers. You let out a sigh of relief once Bryan got in the car.

“I told you everything would go well,” Bryan remarked as he pulled out for your parent’s driveway. You placed your hand on his knee and gave it a good squeeze, smiling in his direction.

The bluish LED headlights of the Lamborghini illuminated the road ahead on the drive back home. You let out a small yawn and Bryan glanced your way. “I was hoping I could get my reward.”

“Oh?” You asked innocently but fully knowing his intention. Shifting in your seat and unbuckling your seatbelt, you leaned over to trail kisses up Bryan’s jaw. One hand settled behind the nape of his neck, stroking gently while the other settled over the zipper of his pants.

Bryan clenched his jaw and tried to focus on the road ahead of him. “I was hoping at home. You’re playing a dangerous game sweetheart.”

“Whatcha gonna do about it?” You asked hotly before you sucked on his earlobe. You didn’t wait for his answer as you undid the zipper of his pants and took out his cock, already half hard.

You licked your lips and drew up some saliva in your mouth, before spitting into your hand. Bryan grunted as you wrapped your manicured hand around the girth of his cock. You pumped his cock a few times before you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. The salty taste of his pre-cum flooded your mouth as your tongue swirled around the head before flicking over the tip and then underside to the frenulum. Just feeling the weight of that hot, thick head on your tongue made your pussy ache.

You flattened your tongue and then took the entire length in your mouth. Bryan’s cock was thick, with a large vein down the shaft. He let out a long, satisfied sigh as you swallowed him.

“Yes, that’s it, take it.”

You relaxed your throat until he hit the back of your throat. You stayed there for a moment before enthusiastically getting to work. You swirled your tongue in patterns over the underside of his cock as you bobbed on him, lightly with just the point, and then broad, thick strokes. You pumped the base of his shaft with your hand in time with the bobbing of your head.

“Oh fuck yeah. Just like that.”

His praise caused excitement to flood you. Much like your panties which you are certain are ruined. You hollow your cheeks, bobbing on his length with more gusto. “Keep doing that… uhh… don’t stop.”

You feel empowered having rendered such a powerful man helpless because of what you can do with your mouth. Your eyes watered and saliva pooled from out of your mouth as you continued to blow him.

Bryan looked down quickly before re-focusing on the road. “You look so pretty like that. With a mouth full of my cock,” his tone ragged and heavy with arousal.

You moaned around his cock, which sent vibrations up his spine. It was that which finally sent him over the edge.

Bryan groaned loudly and you felt and tasted his hot, salty release pumping into your mouth. You swallowed eagerly, taking everything he had to give.

Bryan panted as you came off him with a satisfied grin on your face. “’I am gonna make you feel so good later, when we get home.”

You tucked Bryan’s cock back into his pants and zipped him. You looked at the speedometer. “Pedal to the metal sir.”

FIN.

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The Nanny,Green is the Color

Bryan Kneef x Reader. For two bingos: wethotsummerbingo (ice cubes) and trick or treat bingo (“Can you warm me up? I’m cold.”). Bingos hosted by: @melk917 @lannister-slings-and-arrows & @pascalispretty as well as @adarafaelbarba respectively.

Rating: NSFW for mature themes (jealousy, implied smut, angst) & language.

AN: This takes place between ch.2 & ch.3. Chapter 2.5 if you will. Bonus points if you get the title reference (but I fear I might just be too old for y’all 😂)

It wouldn’t be remiss to say that some interactions in the months after your hookup with Bryan, were awkward. After all, while he did say he wasn’t going to sleep with you again, he never said he would be a priest. In reality, a bevy of people rotated in and out of his bedroom door as if it were a revolving door. And despite your promise to remain unfeeling with another, there always was an elephant in the room. And with every new paramour, jealousy reared its ugly head.

You woke up in the middle of the night and you found yourself unable to return to sleep. You shuffled down the hall and as you passed Bryan’s door, you clearly heard sounds of two people fucking. You felt yourself flush, catching something that was not meant for your ears and swallowed the bit of acid that creeped up your throat. You were also relieved that the children were away with Connie.

You made your way into the kitchen and quietly gathered what you needed to heat up some milk.

You were looking forward to having the weekend off - it was Bryan’s birthday and he was having an ‘80s themed soirée with an obscenely long guest list. Bryan said you were more than welcome to stay and enjoy yourself but you declined. Instead you were going to meet your friends and play tourist in your own city.

You were deep into scrolling on your phone when you heard someone enter. You looked up and it was Bryan’s guest. In nothing but his shirt.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize - are you his—“ his guests voice was slightly raised in alarm.

“The nanny,” you rushed out to clarify. “Live in. I was just making some warm milk, can’t sleep.”

The guest looked relieved and nodded. “I sure hope it wasn’t us keeping you up. I can be… loud.”

You wanted the ground to swallow you up. “Nope, you’re good.”

The milk began to boil over and the milk hissed as it touched the burner, creating a brown ring.

You jumped up and rushed to turn the stove off. “Shit!” You removed the pot and grabbed a thick kitchen glove to remove the burner so you could clean the spill. You weren’t careful though and you burned yourself. You let out a stream of curses as you shook your finger in a futile attempt to cool the burn.

“Make sure to put your hand under some cold water,” Bryan’s guest commented. “Are you okay?”

“Never better,” you gritted through clenched teeth. You made your way over to the sink and turned the water on, hissing as you stuck your hand in.

There was another set of footsteps and you heard Bryan’s rich voice. “What’s taking so lo—“

His voice faltered at the sight before him. His hookup gathering chocolate sauce and strawberries and his nanny in the kitchen.

Bryan gave you a once over. You looked adorable in the matching PJ set you wore even though your face appeared miserable. “What’s going on?”

“I burned myself,” you explained, your voice wavering as you took in Bryan’s appearance. “Was trying to heat up some milk but that isn’t happening anymore.”

Bryan was in nothing but a pair of boxers. His skin was still a bit sweaty from his earlier activities. You tried hard to not leer at his bare chest - the same chest you dug your nails in during your time with him and licked the salt of his skin off. You tried to focus your mind on the floor pattern and not the happy trail that had led to the best dicking down you ever had in your life.

Bryan frowned and then turned to his guest. ���Why don’t you go back to bed, I’ll be along in a minute.”

Once you two were alone, Bryan took out a tray of ice cubes from his freezer and placed them in a ziploc bag, before handing it to you. “I’ll be back - stay put,” he quietly commanded. You nodded and decided to move to the breakfast bar to wait. You examined the burn - it wasn’t as bad as it could have been but it hurt like fuck.

Bryan returned with a first aid kit and opened it.

“I’m fine, really. Just go back to bed Mr. Kneef.” You removed the ice bag and moved to stand.

Bryan turned to you, his mouth in a tight line. “I’ve told you to call me Bryan.”

“The situation hardly called for anything less than formality.”

“And what situation would that be?” Bryan asked as he looked at your burn. You tried to ignore the feeling of his tender touch along your skin. Your stomach fluttered and you felt your heart pang.

“Well,” you began, pausing briefly to find your words. “You are entertaining someone with whom I don’t know and are engaging in… activities with them.”

Bryan grunted as he applied colloidal silver cream to your burn. He wrapped your finger in gauze and then taped it shut. “There you go.”

“Thanks Mr. Kn— Bryan.” You corrected yourself.

“You’re welcome.”

You both stood, staring at each other for what seemed like forever, but rather just mere seconds. Finally Bryan spoke.

“Goodnight, feel better.”

**

As you were off, you took the opportunity to sleep in. Instead of waking up to an alarm, you woke up to the beat of music playing loudly outside. You groaned as you stretched and then checked the window. Bryan had apparently hired catering and event staff and they were milling about. You shook your head and decided to shower and get ready for the day, instead of immediately heading to the kitchen for some coffee.

Post shower, you felt more refreshed and you headed to the kitchen for coffee. You raised your arms as you pushed past the throngs of staff. You heard a voice and it dawned on you that Bryan’s guest hadn’t left yet. Instead they were ordering people around while wearing a neon swimsuit.

Your eyes met and they offered an arched brow. As the coffee finished dripping into your travel mug, they called out to you.

“You’re not sticking around are you?”

You shook your head. “Nope, I’ll be out of the way soon enough.”

“Oh good, I was worried.”

Your brows furrowed and you frowned. Bryan walked into the kitchen, his sweats hanging dangerously off his hips. “How’s your burn?”

“I’m fine,” you replied curtly, before turning your attention to the other person in the room. “And I was just leaving.”

You were seething by the time you got to your car. You sat, staring at the wheel, replaying the interaction in your mind, with tears threatening to spill. You took a deep breath and a long exhalation as you started the engine.

There was a knock on your window and you looked to see Bryan. You rolled down the window.

“Can I talk to you?” Concern was etched on Bryan’s face.

“I’m sorry - did you need something before I left?”

Bryan placed his hands on his hips and looked up at the sky before facing you again. “I overheard the conversation. I’m sorry - that was uncalled for. You are of course more than welcome to stay. It’s your home too.”

“You don’t have to do this. There's really no point... It's all fine. I didn’t think they were the new Connie. But you may want to have a conversation with them and give them a heads up.”

“Did I do something to piss you off?”

“No, no. It’s all fine. Listen, I have to go. I’m late meeting the girls.”

A look of resignation flashed across Bryan’s face. “Have fun, be safe.”

You put your sunglasses on and flashed him a smile. “Happy birthday. Don’t wait up.”

**

That night when you arrived home, the last of the party revelers were just leaving. The house was a disaster. You toed an empty topo chico hard seltzer can as you walked through. You were aware that a clean up crew would arrive tomorrow and in a few short hours, the house would be spick and span.

Bryan was in the kitchen, in front of the fridge. When he poked his head outside of the door, he smiled. “You’re back!”

You swallowed hard as you gave him a once over. Your eyes trailed over his chest hair which was neatly trimmed and followed the vertical trail all the way down from his navel down to his short swim trunks which left nothing to the imagination. “And you’re drunk.”

Bryan snorted in response before closing the fridge. He wobbled in his footing and you grabbed him, holding him steady. “Whoa whoa there big fella. Maybe you should go to bed.”

Bryan’s breath reeked of booze. “Can you warm me up sweetheart? I’m cold.”

You let out an irritated sigh. “Even drunk, you can’t stop can you?”

**

You grunted as you helped your inebriated boss into his room. Limp loose limbs were dead weight. Once you got the door open, Bryan stumbled forward and then collapsed onto the bed face forward.

When you returned in hand with a bottle of water and a bottle of acetaminophen, Bryan had rolled onto his back. You placed the items on his dresser and turned on your heels to leave.

“Don’t go. Stay here.”

You turned back, Bryan was sitting up. He was clearly out of it. Against better judgment, you sat next to him on the bed. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

“No, you need to rest and I have to go pick up the kids in the morning.”

“Then rest with me,” Bryan whined.

“Bryan, I…” you began, unsure of what to say.

Bryan scooted over, making space for you on. You sat next to him, enjoying the feel of the Pratesi sheets. Bryan basically snuggled up against your lap. Actually snuggled. You were done for.

You tried to settle your nerves as you stroked his hair and beard. Your plan was to leave the second he was really sound asleep. That too fell apart as you also fell asleep. The following morning, you woke up to being spooned by Bryan.

You tried to move, but found his arm holding you in place. As you wiggled out of the embrace, you could feel his erection pressing against the small of your back. You bit your lip to suppress a small moan - you knew how wonderful his cock was. You carefully moved his arm and crept out of bed, slowly and judiciously, so as to not disturb him.

You looked back once more towards the bed; once you were confident Bryan was still asleep, you made your way out into the hall and shut the door with a quiet click.

It was when you climbed back into your own bed that you admitted how jealous you were. And you wanted more with Bryan.

Bryan was clear - it wasn’t going to happen again.

You could only hope that maybe, perhaps, there stood a chance of him being wrong.

FIN.

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Wet Hot Summer Bingo Masterlist

All fics denoted with 🔥 should be considered NSFW/18+. Please heed warnings noted.

Rafael Barba

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall 🔥

Bryan Kneef

The Nanny, Interrupted 🔥

Get Your Motor Runnin’

Sparks 🔥

Accident & Fortuity 🔥

José “Joe” Velasco

I Think I Wanna Marry You (moodboard)

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Power Play

Bryan Kneef x fem!reader Warnings: language, arguing, smut, butt stuff, oral, sixty nine-ing, light bondage.

As soon as you stepped off the elevator you could already hear the yelling, Bryan’s boisterous voice roughly bouncing off the walls. You instantly picked up the pace, wondering if he’d even bothered to shut his office door before beginning his verbal assault on whichever poor employee had been in the wrong place at the wrong time today. Rounding the corner you found that he hadn’t, the poor girl practically cowering in his office as he spewed hate and swears half in her direction. You groaned, rolling your eyes as you dashed into the smaller room, slamming the door shut behind you, giving the girl an apologetic look as she jumped at the sound.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing Bryan?”

“I”- he screeched to a halt on his hatred, thinking for a second that the girl not only had the nerve to speak back to him but use his first name before his gaze shot over to you. Hands on your hips, lips pursed, very unimpressed look on your face, this was, after all, the sixth time you’d caught him screaming at someone in the past week and a half, “it took her half an hour to get to the mail room and back! She has no idea how to fucking file the paperwork properly, much less go over any of it and understand the legalities of it! She’s a fucking useless paralegal!”

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe she’s not your paralegal? You fucking moron! Jesus Christ Bryan! She’s one of the first year law students…the ones who are here on an unpaid internship and certainly don’t deserve your fucking chastising!” You’d fully situated yourself between the two of them now, efficiently blocking her from his view as he paced behind his desk.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Do you even know who your paralegal is?”

“Avery!” He shot back, gesturing wildly to the girl and you rolled your eyes.

“This is Ashley…Avery’s a man you imbecile.” You turned to her, gently clasping her shoulders, “you can pretend this never happened or you can go to HR, I’ll stand by you.” She nodded timidly, scurrying from the room as fast as she could.

“Fuck…” Bryan muttered, running his hand over his face as he realized his mistake, the anger and frustration of the past week still bubbling right under his skin, daring to shoot out.

“You wanna be a fucking asshole? Say whatever you have to say, but for the love of God don’t scream at your goddamn junior employees! Take it out on me.”

“Oh because every yelling at the lawyer of a prestigious law firm sounds like a fuckin’ better idea?” While he was half right, STR was an office full of high end attorneys, but you were the one they called when it was their asses on the line, you’d already defended Bryan in a civil suit and honestly, you were surprised it wasn’t a hell of a lot more.

“Listen Kneef, I don’t give a fuck that you got dumped by bimbo number eight right before Valentine’s Day, but you can’t be this fucking moody at work just because you’re not getting laid tonight! Stop blaming everyone else around you for your fuck ups.”

The highball glass whizzed passed your shoulder right on cue, smashing against the window behind it. Rather than flinching you simply cocked a brow, extending a hand in front of you as you stepped closer to Bryan’s desk.

“Give me the bottle.”

“No.” He protested.

“You want me have you collared for attempted assault and disorderly conduct? That’ll sure throw a wrench in your plans.”

“Fuck you.” He spat, shoving the bottle of scotch in your direction.

“Not without buying me dinner first you dick.”

“Did you want to get punished?” His hand closed around your wrist as you stepped to leave the office, in an attempt to overpower you, at least in one sense. He found himself shocked when instead of submitting like his usual conquests would you spun around swiftly, catching him by the jaw, slamming him up against the wall.

“I’m not the one being a fucking brat right now Kneef.” You muttered, “part of me thinks you actually like giving up control once in a while. Maybe you should try it.” You pressed your hand down into his throat before pushing roughly and pushing away. “I catch you screaming at anyone else on this floor ever again and you’ll have a hell of a lot more than just HR to deal with, understood?”

“You gonna tie me up and torture me Counsellor?”

“Don’t give me any ideas.” You growled, moving toward the door, “you owe me dinner.” Your hand paused on the knob, “fuck I do not know why I’m friends with you. Get that glass cleaned up before you slice your foot open on it.”

“Yeah I’ll be sure to call the maid.” He called after you as you swung the door open, you simply flipped him off in return, rolling your eyes at his complete immature tactics to dealing with literally everything.

**

Bryan had used the rest of the afternoon to burn off any extra energy and anger at the gym, fresh out of the shower was when he heard his phone ping.

‘LondonHouse, 8pm. Don’t be fucking late.’ Smirking, he typed out a response.

‘Rooftop?’

‘Where the fuck else?’

He chuckled at your constant brashness, tossing his phone onto his bed while he toweled off. Neither of you were really sure how you got into whatever friendship this was, you’d only known him by reputation when he’d first come to STR. It wasn’t a surprise when he was practically dragged into your office with a civil suit against him, you were honestly surprised it wasn’t an HR complaint.

Bryan on the other hand, had simply surprised himself by having any kind of positive relationship with a woman he wasn’t actively sleeping with. Truthfully, most of your interactions were like earlier, clipped, to the point and full of bitchy remarks. Somehow throughout it you’d ended up running into each other at a bar, while Bryan’s potential conquests faded out, you found yourselves engaged in entertaining conversation, and actually didn’t hate each other. He knew far better than to try and take you home, you could have him out of a job and on his ass with two sentences. That didn’t stop the flirting or sexist remarks, but you were always quick to fire back with one of your own.

*

You were already there when Bryan arrived, not surprisingly he found you up at the bar sipping on an Old Fashioned. You’d changed out of your work attire, a sophisticated yet curve hugging dress on your form, hair loose around your shoulders. He slipped into the chair beside you and you slid over his regularly ordered scotch to him.

“Ordered for me?”

“Does that hurt your man points?”

“How do I know you didn’t roofie it?” You snorted,

“Please, as if I would have to drug you to get you in bed.” You raised your glass towards him, in return he clinked his to it before swallowing back a sip.

“We cheers-ing to my sleaziness?”

“No.” You laughed, “we’re cheers-ing to the fact that that intern did not go to HR.”

“Good.” He smirked, “should we get a table?”

“Why on earth would we do that?” Your face scrunched at him as you polished off your drink.

“For dinner?”

“And have it look like I’m actually out on a date with you? No thank you. We can eat at the bar.” You quipped out a thank you to the bartender as he placed down food menus along with a drink refill for you, “besides, isn’t the whole point of meeting at hotel bars so you can pick up some skanky out of towner who doesn’t know how much of a man whore you are?” Bryan chuckled, sipping at his scotch.

“I do believe you were the one who taught me that play.” He nudged at your arm and you laughed.

He was right after all, you’d had your own string of one night stands at various hotels around the city. Your frequent flier miles were nowhere near Bryan’s level, but it was still a fun way to spend an evening, playing wing man for each other worked a hell of a lot easier than attempting it yourselves. After placing your food orders you both swiveled in your chairs, surveying the lounge and through into the entryway of the top floor, watching guests going in and out of the restaurant off to the left. Most of them were coupled, it was Valentine’s Day after all, but your pickings would probably be from the lounge anyway.

“What’re you feeling tonight?” Bryan murmured as you chewed on the stir stick from your drink.

“I want a play thing…” your eyes scanned through the room, “you mentioned bondage earlier and I can’t get it out of my head.”

“Blonde, purple dress at eight o’clock?”  He suggested and you let out a laugh.

“Good pick. That’s a fuckin’ pillow princess if I’ve ever seen one.” Your small outburst had gained her attention and you playfully shot her a wink before turning back to Bryan, “didn’t bring the strap and I need a good ride. Doubt her tiny hands would suffice.” He barked out a small laugh, sipping back at his scotch. “Blue top, four o’clock?”

“Mmm.” He grimaced, “she looks like my cousin.”

“Blonde at the next table’s practically eye fucking you.”

“Hmm..” he shot her a grin, his eyes dragging up her body slowly, “What’d’you think?”

“Easy. Vodka water splash of cran.”

Bryan nodded, repeating the drink order to the bartender before sauntering off to the woman. You’d bartended your way through college and law school to help pay the bills, Bryan often called it your superpower to be able to guess people’s drinks. Truth was everyone was just very, very, stereotypical. While he was away you let your drink slowly empty, playing with the stir stick or sucking back an ice cube. It didn’t take long before your first suitor approached, offering to buy you a refill, you accepted and flirted politely, but there was no way you were going anywhere with him. The other advantage of the wingman situation was that it was easy enough for Bryan to swoop back in while he was getting refills, gruffly telling the guy to scram.

The little charade continued for a while longer, another drink bought for you, a business card left alongside a sly grin, but nothing you were ready to jump onto. You shot Bryan a whistle when the food was brought out and he slunk back to the bar, settling into the chair, not giving the blonde a second glance.

“Blondie not enticing enough?”

“She thinks we’re looking for a unicorn.”

“Wow.” You snorted out a laugh, glancing back at her, “she wouldn’t be able to handle a second of it.”

“So you’re saying that an option?” He cocked a brow and you scoffed, punching his shoulder.

“Shut up and eat your shrimp.”

“Any luck?” He asked over a bite and you flipped the business card between your fingers, he swiped it from you, “a fucking vet? No. You’re better than that.”

“Thanks.” You laughed, “didn’t realize my one night stand had to live up to your standards. Hey!”- you half protested as he ripped up the cards, tossing it into an empty glass.

“Oh please, were you going to call him?”

“He was wearing axe body spray, what do you think.”

Bryan smirked as you turned back to your food. Blondie made a little show of turning up at the bar, but at this point she was throwing herself at Bryan so hard it was turning him off. He tossed her another vodka drink and told her to run along with her little friends, leaving her to pout the rest of the evening away.

As your options continued to dwindle (you both knew that was highly likely, being the holiday was meant for couples, and sad single saps wouldn’t dare to go out in the city alone tonight) you slipped into swapping best and worst sex stories. It was honestly probably the reason Bryan got along with you, inside the office you were mainly professional, but outside, especially after a few drinks, you were as unabashed as he was, if not more. They’d started out innocently enough, a Charlie horse to the leg while you were riding that very quickly ended the fun, Bryan’s first time getting caught with his secretary bent over his desk, his first experience with another man. The time a few two many tequila shots lead to your first foursome, or the easiest pick up you ever did, simply having to say ‘but we have daddy issues’ to an older man who had you and your girlfriend in his car faster than he could say ‘good girl’.

Bryan was in the middle of a particularly spicy story when you shifted in your chair, between the liquor, the goal of getting laid tonight, and the more than sexually charged words coming out of his mouth you were well passed riled up. Your eyes were on your drink, his eyes were on your thighs, specifically the way you attempted to discreetly rub them together for some relief. The way your eyes nearly fluttered as you shifted back to face him piqued his interest even more, the flush slowly creeping up your neck. To be completely honest, your last very descriptive story of the waitresses you’d picked up a few weeks prior had him straining against his pants. He grabbed your attention when he flagged down the bartender with a wave of his credit card, closing out the bill.

“Don’t you want to settle down a bit before you leave?” You murmured, your eyes dragging up his form before meeting his seafoam ones.

“Not like I’m the only one.” He smirked, leaning in closer, “bet your panties are absolutely drenched.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You sucked back the rest of your drink, feeling his eyes on your neck, trailing their way down your exposed cleavage.

“I think the only question at this point is your place or mine?” You let out a bark of laugh at that.

“As if I’d let you anywhere near my apartment.” Your hand flitted out a card again, pinning it between your fingers, “I’ve got a room.”

“Thought you threatened to tie me up, you bring your whole kink kit with you?” He teased, his eyes darkening at the way your hand shot out, grasping around his tie and tugging him toward you until your words were ghosting over his lips.

“I’ve got all I need right here.”

“This is an expensive tie.” He countered, his breath hot on your face.

“Good. That way I know you won’t misbehave and rip it.” Your fingers tugged at the silky material, constricting it around his throat briefly before you hopped off your stool, knowing his eyes were on your swaying form as you moved through the lounge, glancing over your shoulder with a cocked brow, “you comin’ playboy?”

The moment the elevator doors slid shut Bryan was on you, nearly pinning you to the wall as his hands curled around your neck and lower back. A fiery kiss, all teeth and tongues, both of you battling for dominance, your nails scratched into his scalp, ruining the perfectly coiffed hair, tugging at the roots resulting in a groan from his throat that you swallowed into your lungs. Your hips rolled against him, a shudder echoing through your body at the friction against his hard on. His hands trailed down your body, roughly groping at the globes of your ass cheeks, as his fingers stretched out one of them tapped against something and you broke the kiss in a gasp.

“Is…that what I think it is?” He cocked a brow, smarmy smirk on his lips and you chuckled.

“I told you…I wanted to have fun tonight, alone or with a plaything.” Your hands moved up to his shoulders as the elevator dinged, shoving him off of you before you sauntered down the hallway.

Once away from any potential prying eyes the clothing started flying off the two of your faster than you could imagine. You were quick to swiftly rid Bryan of his tie, circling it around your arm for safekeeping. As he shucked his shirt he lunged for it and you tsk’d.

“Uh-uh….I told you…I’m in charge Kneef.” You chuckled as he growled out a near whine, your hands deftly unzipping your dress, letting it drop to the floor, smirking at the way he drank in your nearly naked form.

“Fuck you’re even more stunning than I could imagine.” He muttered, lunging for you once again but this time meeting you in a bruising kiss. One had swiftly undid your bra, tossing it behind him while yours quickly shed him of his pants and briefs. You groaned against his mouth at the weight of his thickness in your hand, your hand slowly pumping him. He grunted out, thrusting into the movement as he broke the kiss, “get on your knees.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Your lips met his as your teeth sunk into his lower lip before you let it pop back, shoving him backwards, “on the bed, on your back. You’ll get what you want.”

Bryan chuckled, thinking he still had some amount of dominance in the evening as he did what you said, pupils dilating at the sight of you stepping out of your panties, leaving your bare before him. You climbed on the bed, straddling his middle, the movement of you leaning forward to grasp his hands in yours shifted your pussy and he groaned at the wetness smearing across his skin. With ease you wrapped the tie around his wrists, looping it around the head board before knotting it securely.

“You think you’re gonna be ready for my cock without my hands?” He teased and you shot him a smirk.

“I think you’ll warm me up perfectly.” Your teeth bit as his nipple sharply before you turned.

Still straddling him, but now giving him a perfect view of the pink gemmed plug he’d felt earlier. He groaned at the sight, wanting nothing more than to reach out and start teasing you with it. He quickly understood your words as you backed yourself over his face, hips dropping down, your pussy inches from his mouth as you bent over his body, hands wrapping around his cock again.

“Don’t fucking tease.” Was the last thing you said before your tongue lapped up his cock, lips wrapping around the head, spreading the pre-cum with circles of your tongue, moaning at the salty taste of him. Your mouth sunk halfway down his cock, teasingly pulling off before letting him pop out of your mouth before you plunged back all the way, his hips twitching, fucking into the back of your throat while you held him there, swallowing around him.

Bryan wasted no time plunging his mouth into your pussy, restrained or not, he was absolutely determined to have your body quivering above. His tongue swiped out, probing into you cunt, doing his best to fuck into you at the upside down angle and without his hands. His lips wrapped around your lower ones, sucking you into his mouth, moaning at the juices, he’d been right, you were absolutely drenched before you even got in the elevator. He nudged his face up, nose rolling through your folds as his lips searched out your clit, beard dragging against your sensitive skin.

You popped off his dick in a whiny moan as he sucked your clit into his mouth, your hips grinding against his mouth harder, starting to roll in time with his movements. You felt him chuckle against your cunt and you whimpered, a yelp escaping your lips when his teeth grazed against your pulsating nub. You took it as a warning, returning your mouth to his cock. You plunged all the way down, bopping with expertise ease, your hands bracing yourself on his thighs, nails digging into his skin. Honestly, he was surprised you could take him all with just your mouth, the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat with nearly every thrust almost too much for him. You felt his length begin to twitch within your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks and you pulled off, he grunted against your pussy, thrusting his hips up toward you.

“You don’t get to cum in my mouth.” Your muttered, your words airy and breathless. Now able to focus on just your own pleasure you ground your pussy down against his face, your breathing increasing to pants and whines. Bryan sucked in your juices heavily, slurping against your wetness before latching around your clit, tongue flicking obsessively as you rode his face. Your nails dug into his skin as your body began to shake above him, thighs clenching around his head. “Fuck! Oh fuck! Bry!” You nearly dropped over him as your orgasm shook through you, huffing out in pleasure, you slid yourself down his body.

“You gonna let me touch you now?” He growled, pulling against his restraints but not enough to warrant a tie ruin.

“Not a chance.” You tossed a smirk over your shoulder at him before you reached over the side of the bed, pulling out a couple of things along with the condom that you swiftly slid onto his cock. “You want me to fuck you daddy? Want your cock buried in my dripping cunt?”

“God you really are a slut aren’t you.” He half grunted, eyes squeezing shut as your hand wrapped around his cock.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” You teased with a giggle.

Still facing away from him you straddled his waist, gripping his cock in your hand as you settled your heat over it. As you sunk down onto him you both let out a heavy groan, a small swear leaving your lips at the feel of him stretching you fully. The slight sting of how large he was outweighed by the ultimate pleasure shooting through you. Leaning forward you grabbed one of his legs, pulling it up bent, shifting yourself slightly so your clit was rubbing against it.

“Oh fuck.” You muttered, your hips rolling against his taut muscle before you pulled yourself up, leaving just the tip inside of him before meeting his hips in a brushing thrust.

Bryan may had had his arms restrained, but your body wasn’t enough to keep his hips pinned to the bed, and he met you vigorously with every thrust. It didn’t take long before you were a near whimpering mess around his dick.

“You like that don’t you?” He grunted out, “taking my cock so well princess. God look at you.” All he wanted to do was reach out and start playing with the plug, he could feel the size of it grinding against him as he fucked into your pussy, the wall separating them thin enough. It clearly wasn’t a small one and he’d figured out what your plan was for the night, whether it had originally involved him or not.

“Fuck. Bry…oh my god…” your walls started fluttering around him, clenching down as he dragged across your gspot.

His thigh flexed and you squealed at the stimulation on your clit, increasing the speed of your thrusting, your head was thrown back. Your hand snuck up to play with your tits, pinching and toying with your own nipples as you whined out. Bryan could feel your pussy clenched around him, the way your body began to tremble over him, the strangled cry as you shuddered, nails digging into his bent knee. He nearly chuckled at the feel of your juices dribble around his cock as you squirted, a yelp and aftershock squeezing your thighs around him. You panted, your eyes half hooded as he started to pound up into you.

“Wait.” You choked out and his hips stilled.

“Not having second thoughts are we?” He quipped as you slid off him turning to face him with a glare on your face.

“No.” Your hands swiftly made work of the tie around his wrists, letting him loose in the same second that you shoved a bottle of lube into his hand. “I want you to fuck me where you want to fuck me the most.”

You cocked a brow and he lunged toward you in a fiery kiss, biting and sucking at your lips before his mouth ghosted over your neck, beard scratching at your sensitive skin. His fingers finally found their way to your cunt and you groaned as they curled and scissored within you, whimpering at how sensitive your still were. His hand vanished from your heat, returning to your lips and you obediently wrapped around them, sucking your juices clean off of them.

“Roll over.” He slapped at your hip. You obeyed but paused.

“One more thing.” You murmured. From the pile where you’d grabbed the lube you picked up a c shaped vibe, smirking as you slid it into your ready pussy, nestling the opposite end against your clit, the remote in your other hand. You then propped yourself up on your knees, waggling your ass and the jewelled plug towards Bryan. “All yours.”

“Fuck…” he swore, wishing he could just plunge into you but also wanting to tease the fuck out of you after the bullshit you’d pulled. His cock was angry red and leaking, begging to cum, “you gonna let me cum in your ass princess?”

“You gonna fuck me good enough to?” You teased back, warranting a heavy spank that you moaned over.

Bryan’s fingers slipped around the plug, pulling it out slightly before pushing it back in, watching the way your eyes fluttered at the sensation. The next time he pulled it outwards he poured lube over your ass, massaging it towards the tightened hole, letting the plug slide with even more ease. He continued this movement, this other hand gently thrusting at his cock until you were thrusting back against him, a whiny mess beneath him.

“Turn the vibe on.” He murmured, pulling the plug fully from you and your lips let out a gasp at both sensations, the vibrations running through your already sensitive body. “Relax…I’m not gonna hurt you.” His voice was surprisingly tender as the head of his cock teased at your entrance.

Breathing out a sigh you let go, moaning as his lubed up cock slid into inch by inch. Your hands clenched into the bedsheets, thankful that Bryan’s thrusts started off shallow, you may have been experienced, but he was larger and thicker than you were used to. Each thrust he sank further and deeper into your ass until he was settled against you, balls hot on your skin.

You whimpered, your hips pushing back against him and he took that as the go ahead. One of his hands closed around yours, clicking up the speed of the vibrator and you yelped as he plunged into you with vigour, your pussy clenching around the toy, your clit jolting against the tip of it. Bryan was able to reach so deep into you, you could barely handle it, buried in your cunt or ass this man’s cock was easily the best you’d had.

“Holy fuck!” He swore as he twitched within you, “take this cock so good, such a fuckin’ good girl. Fuck you like that don’t you?”

“Yes!” You wailed out, “oh god yes! Harder, please…please..” your begging words egged him on, clicking up the vibe once more before his hands found home on your hips, gripping hard enough you both knew there’d be marks the next day.

Your body began to shake under him, the double penetration, triple stimulation rocking through you like a fucking hurricane. Your body clenched around the toy so heavily your walls nearly shot it right out of you as you quaked with another orgasm, your yells bouncing off the hotel room walls, juices soaking the duvet. Bryan swore loudly, the vibration still powerful through your body, his cock feeling every inch of it as he continued to plow into you. Your exhausted body dropped onto the mattress, nearly whimpering out with each thrust as Bryan chased his release. You felt his hips begin to stutter, his cock twitching within your tight hole, his coil building heavier and heavier until it burst, painting your insides with a heavy load of his hot seed.

Grunting out a loud swear he collapsed over your back, softly humping a few more times before gently pulling out, admiring the way his cum dripped out of your ass. Even more admiring the small puddle of your own release between your legs. Regaining his strength he chuckled darkly, biting at the flesh of your ass, causing you to yelp, reaching out to smack at his arm.

“Dick.” You muttered.

“Really?” He teased, “that’s what you’re gonna call the guy who just made you come at least three times.”

“The toy helped.” You sassed back at he laughed.

“You don’t want me to stay and cuddle, do you?” He perched on the edge of the bed and you slapped at his thigh.

“Fuck no.” You rolled over, sitting up to face him, “I want you to put your clothes on and get the fuck out of here.”

“And what? You don’t want seconds?”

“No.” You smirked, “I’m going to relax in that jacuzzi tub, probably use a toy or two. Spend my weekend relaxing in hotel heaven while you’re stuck at home wishing you were buried in my pussy and ass all over again.”

“Is that so?”

“A girl can dream.” You sassed, pushing him from the bed as you stood, making your way to the bathroom. “Anyone from work ever finds out about this and you’re out of a job Kneef.”

“I’m well aware.” He scoffed back.

“I mean it. Entire tri-state area.” You splashed some water on your face, listening as he pulled his clothes back on. Moving back to the mini bar you grabbed a bottle of water, twisting the cap off as you took a swig.

“Not even gonna walk me out?” He teased, cocking a brow.

“I just let you cum in my ass, I think that’s the best hospitality you’re getting.” He chuckled darkly, grasping your chin between his forefinger and thumb, pulling you in for a not so gentle kiss.

“Same time next week?”

“Only if you’re paying the bill.” You snorted, “and try not to scare off my potential fucks this time.”

“Oh but sweetheart you know I’ll be better than any of them could ever imagine.”

“Get the fuck out of my hotel room Bry.” He waved defeat at that.

“Fine. I guess I’ll just see you Monday.”

With a sly grin and a wink he was gone from the room. You latched the door behind him and did exactly what you’d said, filling the tub with frothy bubbles, letting your body truly relax now that your week was finally over.

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The Nanny: Valentine’s Redux

Bryan Kneef x f!reader; Bryan Kneef x ex-wife, Constance. CW: smut, language. For my challenge: love letters. WC: 1.6K

The clock read 3am. You reached over for the glass of water you normally kept at the bedside, but it was empty. You frowned and let out a sigh as you got out of bed. You grabbed your robe and tied it on before making your way to the kitchen via the connected door.

You walked quietly down the hall, hoping to not disturb anyone. The last thing you needed was to wake anyone up, especially one of the twins.

Now in the kitchen, you refilled your glass and drank it while quietly pacing. You looked over the chore chart and the activity chart, making mental notes for later when you were actually up for the day.

There was a sound as you finished your drink and cautiously put it down. You began to walk towards the sound, going against better judgment (horror movies taught you that you should run away not towards shit like this). Curiosity was stronger than worry. You walked back towards the hall and you spotted light coming from Bryan’s room. And then you heard it - a woman’s voice. “Yes! Harder!”

Dread settled as you followed the voice. You noticed that the door to his bedroom was slightly ajar. You peeked in and swallowed the bile that threatened to escape. Constance was on her hands and knees, while Bryan fucked her from behind. His hands were gripping Constance’s hips tightly as he pounded away, ramming her. His eyes were closed as his fingers dug into her hips. Constance let out a deep moan, before turning her head to meet your eyes.

“I told you that you’re nothing more than the hired help,” Constance panted as Bryan continued to fuck her. “He’s mine.”

Bryan’s eyes opened and they met yours. He pushed Constance down on the bed, so her ass was in the air. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your face hot. You felt so humiliated. “Stupid girl.”

You gasped as you sat up in bed as you woke up. You were drenched in sweat. You kicked your legs out from the sheets you were tangled in. Your heart was pounding and your breath was heavy.

You looked around - Bryan beside you sound asleep is the startling realization that it was all a dream.

“A fucking dream,” you mumbled to yourself, rubbing your hands over your face.

Bryan shifted in his sleep, rolling onto his back. You turned towards him and placed your hand on his covered leg, as if to reassure yourself.

You took a deep breath and laid back down, moving to lay your head on his chest. In his sleep, Bryan moved his arm so it was around you. You closed your arms and tried to focus on happier thoughts.

**

“Are you alright?” Bryan asked when you got back from dropping the kids off. “You seemed distracted earlier.”

You were surprised to see Bryan as you thought he was going into the office. You nodded. “Of course I am.”

Bryan looked at you quizzically, as if he didn’t believe you.

“Just tired. Didn’t sleep well,” you rushed. You headed into the kitchen, with Bryan close on your heels. “I need more coffee.”

You stood on the tips of your toes to grab a coffee mug when Bryan’s arm blocked you.

Your eyes narrowed. “Uh, told you I needed coffee.”

Bryan pulled you close to him. “Something’s wrong. Talk to me.”

You let out an irritated sigh and crossed your arms. “I’m fine.”

Bryan furrowed his brows together, his lips pressed thin. Finally he relented, not in the mood to get into anything.

“Valentine’s is tomorrow. I have a lot planned for us. Connie has the kids overnight.”

Hearing her name out of Bryan’s mouth made your stomach churn. The image of Bryan fucking her flashed through your mind.

“Great,” you muttered.

Bryan was less than wild with your unenthused response. He opened his mouth to reply, when the clock behind you caught his attention.

“I have a Zoom meeting in ten,” he groused. He reached for a mug and slammed it a little more roughly than he intended to on the counter.

“Noted,” you replied, just as curtly. You snatched the mug and made your way over to the coffee maker. As you poured the coffee, the dream replayed itself. ‘Just a dream’ you told yourself. ‘Overreacting over nothing.’ You decided to tell Bryan, but when you turned around, he was already gone.

The rest of the day, Bryan was busy non-stop and you barely had a chance to speak with him at all. As you ushered the children to bed, you peered into his office where he was angrily on the phone with someone - you could only assume opposing counsel. When Bryan finally came to bed, it was well into the night, near 2am. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

**

The following day, when you woke up, Bryan and the children were already gone. You stretched in bed, letting out a big yawn. You looked over to the nightstand and felt your heart pang. On the nightstand was a vase filled with stunning red roses along with an envelope.

You felt guilty for snapping at Bryan. It wasn’t his fault your unconscious was hyperactive. You opened the envelope and in it, was a letter.

I remember the first time I saw you. I couldn’t stop looking at you, your eyes, your smile – you stole my heart the first moment you spoke. I think about the time before you were a part of my life. I remember being aimlessly drifting from one place to another, for I was bereft of a cause in my life. Along came you and from that day forth everything changed. There’s no other woman in this world who can love me the way you do. And most of the time, you don’t even have to try. You’re everything I want as a partner and you’re mine. Don’t think for a minute that I don’t appreciate everything you do for us. I love you. -Bryan

PS - I booked an entire day for you at the spa. I’ll be waiting for you at home for dinner… and dessert.

By the time you finished reading, tears were flowing freely. You had to tell Bryan about everything and apologize for being such a bitch. You called, but because he didn’t answer, you left him a message. You decided to lean into the pampering activities that were planned. After all, what better way to unwind and then be able to enjoy whatever else Bryan had planned.

You spent hours at the spa, where Bryan had booked near every treatment possible. In between treatments, you spent time in the lounge area where you read and napped one of the many single person beds that were nestled in draped enclaves. Every once in a while someone came by to refill your tea. Nearby, a fire flickered in the fireplace. By the end of the day, you were a pile of blissful goo. A car came by to take you back home.

When you entered the house, it was quiet. The lights were dimmed and more bouquets of red roses decorated the house. There was another note with instructions to get ready and to meet Bryan in the dining room.

Shortly after, you finished applying your makeup and took a step back to look at yourself in the mirror. You wore a little black dress with the fuck me heels you knew Bryan loved. Underneath was a lace lingerie set you had purchased weeks prior. Black garters held up the thigh highs you wore. You gave yourself a second once over, fluffed your hair and headed out.

**

Your heels clacked down the hallway, echoing loudly. When you entered the dining room, Bryan had dinner all set up.

“What’s all this?” You asked as you scanned the dining room. There were more roses and candles of different lengths lit up. It was extremely romantic.

“I hired a chef for tonight,” Bryan explained. He was decked in a charcoal suit and black tie. His beard was perfectly trimmed. You felt heat shoot through to your core.

Bryan gave you a shit eating grin and walked over to you, pulling you close. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” His cologne, a mix of vetiver, bergamot, and cedar gave off an undeniably masculine scent.

“Holy shit,” you whispered. “I forgot how fucking sexy you are.”

He dipped his head to kiss you and you leaned up and into the kiss. Your arms were wrapped around his neck as his tongue tangled yours.

You pulled away, breathless. “Bryan, I’m sorry for yesterday. I had a bad dream and I took it out on you and—“

“We all have our days,” Bryan murmured as he kissed you once more. His tongue licked hotly into the roof of your mouth. “Let’s not focus on that now and enjoy dinner.”

You toyed with his tie before wrapping it up in your fist. “Actually… is there any way we can have dinner later and have dessert first?”

Bryan smirked. His large hands moved downwards to your ass and squeezed. A large hand went under the hem of your dress and felt the edge of the lace panties you wore.

“I think we can arrange that.”

Fin.

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The Auction, Pt. 3

Bryan Kneef x Reader. CW: Sex work - NSFW, incl. oral, p in v sex and anal, cum shot, spanking, dirty talk. WC: 4.2K

AN: for @storiesofsvu fall challenge using Cardigan lyrics (denoted in bold) by T.Swift

You received half your payment upfront. You stared at your bank account looking at the amount, with more than one comma. Your brand new phone was the one treat you allowed yourself before dedicating the rest to your outstanding bills. You stood in your kitchen in your vintage tee as you took a sip of the Irish Breakfast tea you had made. It had been a couple of days since the auction and you were anxiously awaiting to hear what the plans were from Bryan. You were surprised arrangements hadn’t been already arranged. It felt as if he was playing a game of hide and seek.

You walked over to your couch, before plopping down, tucking your leg under. You set the mug down on the end table before slipping on your favorite old cardigan. You grabbed the dossier in front of you, given to you by Cordelia, and began to read.

Bryan was an only child, born in the 70s. He was originally from Northport along the North Shore of Long Island, known for its extreme wealth and lavish estates. It was home to Jules Olitski, Patti LuPone and Jack Kerouac, amongst others.

Bryan earned a dual degree in economics and poli-sci at Cornell before going to Northwestern for law school. He worked his way through the ranks before becoming Partner at a very well known law firm. There was a section on his likes as well as dislikes, limits (hard and soft), along with a record documenting a clean bill of health.

You finished your tea and closed the dossier. You were heading back to the kitchen when there was a knock on your door. You made way and looked through the peephole - no one was there. There was however a large package with an over the top red bow with a card attached as well as a gift bag.

You looked both ways down the hall and seeing no one, bent down to pick up the bag and box, which was pretty light. You shut the door behind you with your foot and made your way back to the living room. You opened the card first, certain who it was from.

Wear this tonight. A car will come pick you up. Make sure to pack an overnight bag. Dinner is at GT Prime at 8. I look forward to getting to know you. -BK

You undid the bow and then removed the top gently. Pushing the tissue paper past was a sequined dress that left little to the imagination. You laid the dress to the side and peeled back the next layer of tissue which revealed a lingerie set which was the perfect mixture of sweet and sinful. You held the set up and you cocked your brow in response. It featured embroidered silk flowers on tulle with a matching embroidered balconette bra and garter set. You put it back down and opened the bag, which revealed a box that you knew contained red soles. The lid now off revealed a pair of stilettos.

You glanced at the clock and sprung into action. You were surprised at how well everything fit you. ‘How did he know?’ you wondered. By the time you finished getting ready, your nerves were shot. You reached into your liquor cabinet and took a shot of vodka. You squeezed your eyes shut as the liquid burned your throat and then poured yourself another shot. You shook your head and then grabbed your lipstick to reapply it. Before long your high heels were on cobblestones, waiting.

**

Hours later, you were sitting close to Bryan, any nerves completely gone. You had forgotten how handsome he was, completely lost in his green eyes. His cologne wrapped around you like an old cardigan. You listened intently as Bryan detailed how he went to Northwestern Law where he invariably jerked off the entire time he was there but eventually graduated fifth in class. He worked as an ASA post graduate for a while in order to gain trial experience, but left when he discovered the State Attorney was burying evidence.

Bryan gave you a smile as he poured you another glass of wine. “So enough about me; tell me about yourself.”

You responded with a smile of your own. “As if you don’t know everything that there is to know about me.”

“Fair enough.” Bryan replied, taking a sip of his Manhattan.

“Have you done this before?” You asked, of his sensual politics. You crossed your legs, the hemline of the dress creeping up your thighs.

Bryan took another sip of his drink, and paused as if mulling his response. “I’d be lying if I said you were the first.” When you didn’t respond, he continued. “It has been sometime however, since I participated in an auction.”

“What changed?” You asked, as you took a bite of your dessert- a chocolate mousse. You watched as Bryan’s eyes darted to your mouth as you licked your spoon clean. His eyes darkened and in your more relaxed state, you decided to up the ante. You swiped your finger through some of the chocolate and then presented it to him. “You should try. It’s really decadent.”

Bryan captured your finger with his mouth and as his tongue swiped the dessert, your cunt flooded with arousal. You closed your eyes and let out an appreciative sigh, imagining how his tongue would feel in other places.

Bryan let go of your finger and looked at you intensely. “What changed was that no one piqued my interest until you came along. I am not a well liked man. I have more money than those assholes out there - and they know it. It’s nice to put them in their place every once in a while. They hate it.”

“Oh.” You replied softly. “So you were going to—“

“I was going to outbid them no matter the price. You intrigued me. Ever since I saw you that one time.”

“I intrigued you?” You ask again, your voice hitching slightly. You hadn’t noticed but you were leaning closer into Bryan’s embrace.

Bryan’s fingers curled and they stroked down your cheek before stopping at your chin where he continues to stroke softly. “That time when you were with your friend. Your sequin smile lingered in my mind like a tattoo.”

You flushed under his gaze and it was in that moment, the waiter came by. “Can I get you another round of drinks?”

Bryan looked up and reached into his jacket to pull out his wallet. He handed his credit card over. “No, we’ll be heading out.”

**

The nature of the auction instructed that a neutral location with security details as required in case of anything. The Peninsula was a 5 star hotel with nods to its Asian roots, including an entrance flanked with Chinese marble lions and gold ceiling frescoes.

Bryan’s hand rested on the small of your back as the elevator rose to the penthouse of the hotel. The elevator signaled its stop and Bryan let you out first before walking out himself.

You let out a low whistle as you walked into the room itself. The room was even more glamorous with pops of platinum and gold, furnished terraces, a black granite fireplace, and huge soaking tub. The bedroom itself featured crystal fixtures, floor to ceiling windows and a plush, sumptuous king-sized bed. Your overnight bag was next to the end of the bed.

“Anything to drink?” Bryan asked.

You shook your head. “No thank you.”

“You don’t mind if I do then?” Bryan asked as he approached the bar cart. You shook your head once more.

“I’m going to change then.” You continued. Bryan nodded, setting down his drink and removing his own jacket.

You went to the bathroom and slipped on the set Bryan had purchased. You kept the heels on and made sure the garter clips were fastened correctly. You brushed your teeth and then reapplied your lipstick before tussling your hair. When you re-entered the bedroom, you found Bryan sitting across the bed on the loveseat. His legs were spread wide with one large hand resting by the noticeable bulge in his pants. There was a darkness to his sex appeal and you felt yourself growing aroused.

You took a seat at the foot of the bed, with your arms propped behind you. You crossed one leg over the other and hoped you’re coming off as seductive.

“Now what?” You asked.

“Remember, whatever happens tonight - if you want to stop, I’ll stop.”

You nodded. “Yes.”

“Good.” Bryan replied, walking over. “Now gorgeous, I’d like for you to lay down and spread your legs.”

You did as he said, spreading your legs apart. Bryan shifted so he was nestled between them. His fingers traced over your covered pussy, feeling the heat and dampness. Bryan’s eyes met yours and you licked your lips in response.

Bryan pulled your thong to the side and used his fingers to spread your folds apart, revealing your soft, wet, sex. You spread your legs wider, and your skin goosebumped feeling his breath on your most intimate part. Your heart thumped hard in your chest in anticipation of his next move. Bryan took a deep inhalation of your musky scent and then his mouth was on you. You threw your head back as his mouth devoured your pussy, sucking, slurping, and licking as if he were a man possessed. Your hand threaded into his dark hair, gripping as you undulated your hips against his face.

“Oh shit, yes!” You hissed. “Just like that.”

Bryan let out a hum as he pressed your thighs further apart, deepening his tongue inside your pussy. Your other hand clenched the sheets. You couldn’t believe how good this man was at eating pussy - actually you could believe it, the man was pure sex on legs.

Bryan removed his face from your pussy, to take a breath and then suck a dark mark into your thigh. He reached for a strap of your thong and tugged, the material ripping. You were left in the garter and hosiery.

“Leave them on.” Bryan growled, standing. You looked up at him, and nodded. You sat up and unhooked your bra, tossing it to the floor. Bryan made quick removal of his own clothes. Your eyes trailed his neatly trimmed chest and the dark trail that went down his abdomen before disappearing at the waistband of his boxer briefs.

You eyed the large bulge contained in the briefs and your mouth filled with saliva at the idea of sucking a big cock like his.

Bryan watched as your eyes trailed and he let out a satisfied grunt, his hand gripping his cock hard. “Is this what you want?”

You looked up at him and nodded. “Yes.”

“Then get down here like a good girl.” Bryan commanded.

You scrambled off the bed, and began to walk, when he held a hand up. “No. Crawl.”

A jolt of excitement went through you. Any other time, your feminist ideals would have turned your nose to such a request. ‘How degrading.’ You would have thought. But here in your current situation, it was incredibly hot and you wanted nothing more than to prove your worth.

You sat on your calves in front of him, your hands on your thighs, waiting. Bryan smiled down at you, and his hand ran through your hair. “Good girl.” Part of him wondered if all went well tonight, if you’d be willing to wear a collar.

You beamed in response.

“Take my briefs off.”

Silently you reached for the waistband, feeling the heat of his skin radiating off. You hooked your fingers onto the sides and tugged. Bryan’s cock, large and erect, sprung with force and assertion. You tugged more, revealing a set of large, heavy balls.

“Open your mouth.” Bryan instructed. You complied immediately and he dragged your bottom lip down with his thumb before he pushed it into your mouth and ran it along your tongue. You closed your eyes and began to suck again.

“Keep your eyes open.” Bryan commanded as he removed his thumb from your mouth.

You opened your eyes and raked back up the expanse of taut, tanned muscle to his face. Bryan looked down at you, his seafoam green eyes were blown with lust.

He reached for his erection, fisting it slowly. He dragged the head of his heavy cock across your lips and instinctively your lips parted, ready to take his length into your mouth.

Bryan rubbed his cock along your lips again. “Open wider.” You did as told and he fed you his cock slowly, until your nose brushed against his trimmed pubic hair. Your mouth ached, pushed past its usual limit. Saliva began to exit the corners of your mouth.

Bryan withdrew and smacked his cock against your cheek before shoving his cock back into your mouth. His cock felt hot and heavy in your mouth and you relaxed your throat to take him deeper.

“Good girl. Now get to work.”

You set yourself to task, planting your hands on his thick thighs, bobbing on his length. Your tongue traced every meaty vein before you flicked your tongue against his slit.

Bryan grunted in response. You removed your hands from his thighs and began to use your hands to work his length along with your mouth. He was thick and your fingers could only wrap around so much.

You looked up at him through your lashes as you worked your mouth over his length. His face twisted in pleasure as he gripped the back of your head. You twisted your hand around his base as you worked him over and over.

“Oh fuck, that’s it sweetheart.” He encouraged, his voice deep and gritty. “Don’t stop, don’t stop…take it all.”

Obscene wet slurping sounds filled the room. You used a hand to jerk him so you could dip your head to take his balls into your mouth, sucking on them before tracing your tongue along the seam. Bryan’s hand wrapped in your hair and he pulled you back up onto his cock, where you resumed blowing him with enthusiasm. Your lipstick was a smeared ring along the length of his cock.

“Such a good cocksucker.” Bryan praised as the muscle in his thighs trembled. He could vaguely recall a time that someone seemed so eager to blow him - paid or not. His length was usually intimidating for most and most gave up after a few minutes. Instead, you kept at it, bobbing on length, using your hands in tandem.

Your cunt ached to be touched, your arousal dripped down your thighs. All you wanted to do was reach down and give yourself a little release but you didn’t dare disobey the task given.

You released Bryan with a gasp and then a chuckle. Your cheeks were stained with dark streaks from your mascara, your eye makeup smudged, your lips mostly bare. You let the spit dribble between your lips and his cock before you gave him a wicked smile.

Bryan yanked you up by your arms, so you were standing facing him. His hand wrapped around your neck and he pulled you into a deep kiss. Your lips mashed against one anothers, all teeth and tongue. Hands grasped and grabbed at each other’s bodies, exploring.

You let out a moan as Bryan moved his attention to your neck, finding purchase among your sweet spot.

Bryan’s hands grabbed at your ass, squeezing and rolling the fat of your flesh between his fingers, before he laid a spank on your ass. You had one hand still threaded in his hair, as the other jerked his cock.

“Fuck me.” You pleaded shamelessly. “Shoot your cum deep inside me.”

Bryan removed his mouth from your neck, admiring the dark mark that was blooming. He gripped your face hard, his eyes meeting yours. “Get that pretty pussy on the bed. All fours.”

You nodded and turned back to the bed. Another smack was laid on your ass and you let out a squeal. You positioned yourself on the bed, facing the headboard. You felt the bed dip with Bryan’s weight as he positioned himself behind you. Bryan’s hands ran over the curves of your ass, gripping tightly before he spread your cheeks open.

“Before the night is over, I’m going to fuck your ass.”

You looked over your shoulder at him. “God, I fucking hope so.”

Bryan chuckled darkly as he gripped his cock and ran it between your cheeks. At some point you realized he must have grabbed lubricant, as you felt something cool drizzle all over ass. Bryan took some of the lube and slid two fingers into your cunt, which clenched around him tightly. “Greedy little cunt.”

Bryan finger fucked you with gusto, creating squelching sounds from the combination of the lube, his earlier saliva, and your own arousal.

You pushed back onto his hand, desperate for more. Bryan withdrew and you let out a whine which then turned into a moan as he slid the head of his cock inside of you. “Oh my God! Oh fuck!” You cried out.

Bryan gripped your hips and pulled you onto the full length of his cock, bottoming quickly. He barely gave you time to adjust, as his hands gripped your hips tightly as he began to fuck you. His balls slapped against your pussy as he pounded you. You gripped the bed tightly, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. You let out a deep moan, as his cock abused your pussy, hitting your cervix with every deep thrust. Bryan was certainly the largest man you’d ever been with and you knew you’d feel it come morning. But you didn’t care. In that moment, you were getting dicked down in the best possible way, the way you were sure it was done in pornos.

“Yes, yes, give me that big cock. You’re gonna me come!” You cried out. Sweat dripped off your bodies. Bryan placed one hand on the small of your back, pushing you lower, so you were at more of an angle. His teeth gnashed as he watched his cream coated cock disappear in and out of you.

“Take it!” Bryan growled with every stroke. “Tell me who owns this pussy!”

“You do, you do, you do!” You babbled incoherently, as you allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasure. Bryan withdrew and you whined.

Bryan threw himself onto his back and you took the hint. You hooked your leg over his, gripping his cock to line it up with your entrance. You let out a moan as you seated yourself fully. You felt so full with his cock - you were pretty sure you were ruined for anyone else. Bryan’s hand was on your abdomen. “I know it sounds crazy, but I can feel my cock in you.”

The very idea of that - true or not - sent a shiver down your spine and you began to roll your hips. Bryan’s hands were on your hips, guiding you as you rode him. Your tits bounced and Bryan contemplated how good they’d look with a pearl necklace. Your hands gripped his chest hard, with your nails leaving crescent marks on his skin. Bryan lifted up slightly to take one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking. His free hand gripped your other breast, rolling and tugging your nipple under his thumb.

“Yes, fuck, suck my tits. I fucking love it!” You cried out. Bryan moved his mouth to your other breast, repeating his action.

Bryan pulled you closer to him, smothering himself with your breasts as he planted his feet onto the bed, jackhammering into you. You managed to slip a hand between your bodies and you rubbed your clit. Pleasure overtook you and you squeezed your eyes shut, letting out a deep walk as you came hard.

You had barely come back to surface when you no realized you were on your back, Bryan covering your body with his. Each leg was on a shoulder. Bryan’s cock easily slid back into you. You arched in response, as Bryan chased his own release. Each and every stroke ripped a guttural moan from you. Bryan was relentless with his thrusts, pumping in and out of you.

Your fingers found your clit, swollen and needy. You rubbed in haphazard circles frantically, but you knew it wouldn’t take long. Sure enough, another orgasm crested over you and you cried out Bryan’s name once more. Bryan slowed down and withdrew once more.

Your mind was fuzzy and you had a hard time focusing your vision as your body tingled. You felt more lube being poured over you and without being gold, you knew to hook your arms around your thighs, drawing them closer to your chest.

Bryan spat on your asshole as well and used the combination of lube and spit to work your ass open. Your ass welcomed the intrusion. You had anal plenty of other times, so it wasn’t anything new or alarming. In fact, you had almost anticipated it happening, so you had prepared earlier by cleaning your ass.

Bryan groaned as his cock slid into your ass with ease. “So fucking tight, goddamn.” He grunted as sweat dripped off of him.

“Yes, yes, fuck my ass, give it to my tiny asshole.”

Bryan felt his balls draw upward and he knew he was about to come. He withdrew and began to jack his cock furiously. He let out a series of grunts and groans, as you felt his hot seed decorate your pussy and ass.

You expected him to flop onto his back, but instead he was back nestled in between your legs. Bryan lapped your folds, the taste of your cream combined with his salty cum flooded his mouth. His tongue swirled over your cunt and swollen nub as more of your arousal flooded his mouth. You gripped the sheets, feeling another orgasm approach quickly. “I could eat you for hours. You have the sweetest little pink pussy.” Bryan confessed before delving back in, holding you tighter to his face. He shook his face back and forth and you cried out, your whole body trembling. Bryan licked you clean, until you were an overstimulated mess, pushing his head away.

You laid there panting, completely spent. Bryan laid there next to you, also spent but after a beat, got up and went to the bathroom. He returned with a warm, wet washcloth and handed it to you. You murmured a thanks and quickly cleaned yourself before heading to the bathroom to prevent a UTI.

When you came back, Bryan was sitting up in bed, covers on. He was wearing glasses and reading something on his phone. In a way, he appeared totally domestic and your heart did a tiny flip. You were unsure as to what to do.

“I can - um - head out, if you’d like.”

Bryan looked at you, removing his glasses in the process. “Nonsense. I was hoping you’d stay, have some breakfast in the morning and maybe have another go.”

A jolt of pleasure went through you. “I’d like that, but who says we have to wait until morning for another go?”

Bryan chuckled. “Sweetheart, I like the way you think. Now c’mere...”

Two years later

You spun in your desk chair and faced the young woman in front of you. “Tell me about yourself. On paper you seem like the perfect candidate. But here, we like to get to know our investments a bit more personally.”

The young woman smiled and you could tell she was nervous. She began to talk about herself, explaining her situation and why she would be an amazing fit.

Her eyes flitted to the ring on your finger with a sizable rock on it. You followed her gaze and gave her a soft smile.

“I bet you’re wondering how I could be doing something like this - exploiting young women in exchange for money.”

Her eyes met yours and her face was beet red.

“See, to run this effectively, it takes someone who knows and understands what it’s like to be treated as nothing more than a victim. The way I see it is that us women are taken advantage of in so many ways, whether it be by a man or a predatory creditor. The auction is simply an opportunity for you to prevent yourself from being a victim any further. Instead, you are to be empowered. Know your worth. Once you know the dynamic, no one can ever try to take advantage of you any further.”

The young woman nodded. You gave her another smile. “I just know that you’re going to enjoy yourself and make a lot of money in the end.”

Your phone buzzed and you turned it over to see who it was. “Well, I have to get going. I’ll be in touch with you tomorrow. We’ll need to finish your screening and we’ll get you acquainted with one of our personal shoppers. The big day will be here before you know it.”

You stood and let her out, before grabbing your purse. You bid goodbye to the rest of your staff before taking the elevator down. You paused to look at the ring on your finger and then at your reflection. You felt a wash of pride come over you.

You walked out of the building and stepped out onto the street, your heels clacking against the concrete. An unmarked car pulled up, and the darkened window rolled down.

“Need a ride sweetheart?”

You met the piercing green eyes of your fiancé. “Bryan, with you, that sentence is never as innocent as it’s supposed to be.”

Bryan gave you a wicked smile before opening the door. “It’s not supposed to be.”

-FIN-

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The Fight

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Angst ficlet at 470 words. Based off this sketch that is not mine. Belongs to Jude Devir.

**

It was a terrible fight. At this point you couldn’t even remember what it was about. Well, of course you did. It was downright nasty and you both deliberately said things to intentionally hurt one another.

But that paled in comparison to your current concern. Your boyfriend - is that what even people over 30 say? - was not responding to your calls and messages.

You went by his office to see if he was there. But the security guard said he hadn’t seen him all night. Prior to you, your boyfriend had a long history of philandering. And in the rain, in sweats, you even popped into seedy places he used to frequent.

Hours went by, and you were completely unsuccessful. You wondered if you should even should call the police for and state he is missing. Your normally manicured nails were chewed to the quick, raw. Mutual friends hadn’t seen him either.

You stripped your soaked clothes, shuddering at the peeling sensation. You threw them into the hamper, walking around naked. You took a towel to dry your hair, watching yourself in the mirror. Thunder and lightning crashed, illuminating your partially darkened bedroom. You slipped on underwear and pulled a shirt that he had worn earlier this week, inhaling the warm faded scent of his cologne.

You were about to send one more text message before crawling into bed, when you heard the jingle of a door. You bolted up and called out his name. “Bryan?”

Bryan stumbled through the door, clearly intoxicated. His suit was was a wrinkled mess and the smell of smoke was strong.

Bryan slurred something, looking your way. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen. His hair was all askew.

You got out of bed and went to him, holding him up, assisting him with clothing removal. Once down to his boxer briefs, Bryan stumbled onto the bed and promptly fell asleep.

You placed a trash can by Bryan’s side and climbed back into bed. You were equally relieved and irritated.

But for now, you slept.

When you woke up in the morning, it was due to a solid presence on top of you. You let out a groan, shifting your body as best as you could. Bryan had apparently rolled over and onto you, his arms wrapped around your waist.

The man never snuggled.

You felt your heart swell and ran your hands through his dark hair. Bryan made a sound and shifted. He mumbled something and you let out a ‘hmm’ in response.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me.”

Your hands moved from his hair to his beard where you scratched gently. There was much to discuss. And you both faced a long road. That much you knew.

“Shh, I’m not going anywhere.” You murmured as you continued to scratch his beard. “I love you.”

FIN.

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The Auction, Pt. 2

Bryan Kneef x Reader. CW: discussion of sex work, "being bidded on/purchased" touching of reader - but its consensual, vaginal fingering, language. WC: 2K.

You met with the brains of the organization for a long time. Her name was Cordelia and according to her, you were “a perfect candidate” as she eyed you up and down.

“How does this work? Is this safe? ” You asked, crossing your arms and narrowing your eyes. “How much of a cut do I get? And don't bullshit me.”

“Ah, I’ve always appreciated a woman who gets down to brass tacks.” Cordelia replied. “The cut is 50/50, off the books. We’ll screen your sexual health, of course. While those results are pending, we’ll vet you - make sure you’re of sanity and have no criminal background. This is all done behind closed doors - no one in your immediate life would be the wiser. If that’s all clear, we will arrange the date for the auction. In the meantime, we like to invest in our ladies once they’re cleared - meaning we’ll make arrangements for hair, makeup, clothes, and the like.”

You swallowed hard. “I can assure you, I’m clean. I haven’t had many partners prior.”

Cordelia nodded. “Well, then we have nothing to worry about.”

**

Your test results came and you received a clean bill of health. The next step was to be primped and polished. Naturally you were middle of the road - some days you could be really girly and other days, not. You weren’t tethered to any one style. But it had been awhile since you were ever able to relax, so when you were sent to a spa for a day of treatment, you jumped at the chance.

After, it was onto shopping.

You felt like Vivian from Pretty Woman as salespersons brought you dress after dress while you got your hair and makeup done. The request from Cordelia was ‘sexy, not slutty.’

You settled on a red hot mini dress with a v-neckline and center ruching for added dimension. Finishing the look was a pair of simple heels that showed off your toned gams and a pair of jeweled hoop earrings. You hardly recognized yourself in your reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror in the store. ‘This is one night; you’re playing a role.’ You told yourself. You figured if you repeated it enough times, you’d believe it.

An unmarked car came to collect you once you were done, driving you straight to the location where the auction was taking place.

You knew there would be other women there from Bonnie. What you didn’t realize was that you’d be going very last. Your nerves were starting to fry and your stomach was twisted in knots. You sipped water through a straw so as to not ruin your lipstick. Finally, there was a rap on the door and Cordelia poked her head in.

“Darling, it’s your time to shine. Now go earn your worth.”

**

You could hear raucous laughter, cheering and applause from behind where you stood. The music pounded and you could feel it in your bones.

Finally, the door opened - it was pitch black on the other side, save a spotlight. You said a quick prayer, even though you weren’t very religious as you stepped into the light.

Once there, the light adjusted to a more dim version and you were able to focus your vision on the crowd before you. Music played quietly in the background before a woman began to speak - someone who sounded very much like Cordelia.

What she says next and what is said after, is all blur. Bids begin to roll in and it’s in that moment you realized you were nothing more than a hooker, using your body as a means to an end. Humiliation flowed through you - you didn’t feel like you - you didn’t feel as good as you thought. Instead your worth was measured in bank rolls.

You scanned the room, men of all shapes, sizes, colors and creeds were there, waving their black AmEx cards like they were charging a steak dinner. And that’s how you felt - you were a lamb being slaughtered.

The gavel banged and you heard Cordelia exclaim, “Sold! To Mr. Bryan Kneef for two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”

You whipped your head at Cordelia. Had you heard her correctly? Two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars? The fact that you got to keep half made your head spin.

“And that concludes tonight’s auction. Winners may come to collect their prizes in the back.”

Cordelia wrapped her arm around your waist and began to whisk you away when you heard someone thank ‘Mr. Kneef for his payment.’ You turned to see who he was and in the dimmed light you saw it was ‘Mr. Mysterious.’

And you damn near passed out.

**

You sat in the room you were originally in. There was one security camera in place and Cordelia advised that winners liked to meet first before any further advances were to come.

Your leg bounced as you drank your water again. You felt as if you were there for hours but realistically it was mere moments.

The door opened and Mr. Mysteri—Kneef walked in. You smiled nervously at him and extended your arm. “Hi. Bryan, right?”

Bryan didn’t reply. Instead he gave you an intense, smoldering look. His cologne wafted over you, warm and woodsy causing your skin to goosebump.

You brought your arm back and clutched your hands behind your back. Bryan took another step towards you, as if he were trying to get a closer look at his purchase.

“Take off your clothes.” Bryan requested quietly. You opened your mouth to say something but the look in response along with a perfectly arched brow caused you to snap your mouth shut. “I want to see what I bought.”

You reached around, undoing the zipper - thankful it was along the side and not along your back.

You slid the dress off, strap by strap. You hadn’t worn a bra - just a nude thong which wasn’t even fancy - simple and basic, meant more for avoiding lines than anything else. The dress pooled at your feet and you stepped out of it. You moved to kick off your heels when Bryan interrupted you.

“Leave them on.”

You nodded and stood up, anxiously awaiting the next move.

Bryan removed his jacket and folded it neatly, hanging it over a chair. He began to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt, showing off his muscular forearms with thick, meaty veins.

You looked up and saw the small security camera and realized this private show wasn’t so private. The sound of a finger snap brought you back to the present and you whipped your head towards Bryan. Your heart began to race and you wondered if you should just bolt. You tried to mentally measure the distance between you and the door.

Bryan approached you. His gaze softened, as if he were sorry for what he was about to say. “I’m going to touch you now. At any point if you want me to stop, I will. Consent is very important to me.”

“It is to me too.” You replied, meeting his gaze. After a beat, you continued. “You can touch me.”

His warm touch began rather innocently, along your arm up to along your shoulder. As he walked around you, he kept touching and feeling. His hand got to your ass and he let out a deep rumble as he squeezed the fat of your flesh.

Bryan walked around you. When he came around to the front of you, he cupped one breast with his hand, feeling the weight against his palm. You did your best to remain stoic, ignoring the bolt of pleasure that had shot down to your core. That changed when he firmly twisted your nipple, as you let out a moan as he did so. That earned another arched brow from him, as if taking mental notes.

He rounded you again, and you felt him close the small gap that remained. You felt his cock, hard, pressed against the small of your back. His fingers gently traced your arm and then brought it up, so it was around his neck. He ran his hand back down along your side, and you trembled under his touch. You were certain your heart was beating outside of your chest. When he got to the side of your ribs, he splayed out his hand, so his palm was against you. Slowly, his hand made way down to the apex of your legs.

“Open.” He rumbled in your ear quietly and you followed his instructions. Your breath hitched as his hand cupped your mound. Bryan’s fingers then moved to stroke you softly, teasing your clit and then moving back to stroke your folds. Your pussy grew wet, your breath became more labored as he continued his ministrations. You bit your bottom lip as he slowly but surely worked you to orgasm. Just when you thought you weren’t going to be able to take anymore, Bryan sunk a thick finger inside your soaked pussy. Your pussy clenched around his finger tightly and you let out a wrecked moan in response.

“You’re so wet and we haven’t even started.” Bryan murmured. His beard against your cheek added another layer of sensation. There was no resistance when Bryan sunk another thick finger and began to pump them in and out of you. The sound of wet filled the room and your legs felt wobbly as you gripped around Bryan’s neck harder. Your other hand found his free hand and you brought it up to your breast, encouraging him.

“I’m so close.” You panted. “Oh fuck!”

“Come for me like a good girl.” Bryan growled as he rubbed your clit with the fat pad of his thumb. He used his other hand to pinch your nipple again and you arched against him, coming so hard that you drew his fingers further in.

“That’s it, that’s it.” Bryan praised. “Oh sweetheart we’re going to have so much fun.” He slid his fingers out of you and you whimpered at the loss.

Bryan spun you around to face him. You were a mess as you watched him admire his wet fingers in the light. Bryan brought them to you and you took his fingers into your mouth, cleaning them of your juices and then imitating as to what you could do with your mouth.

Bryan gave you a salacious smile as he withdrew his fingers. He traced them along your cheek, leaving a wet trail to your mouth where he rubbed your bottom lip.

“I definitely got my money’s worth with you.” Bryan replied. “Go home, get some sleep. I’ll have arrangements made so we can have even more fun.”

You watched as he walked away, grabbing his suit jacket and exiting without so much as a second glance. You stayed frozen in place for another five minutes or so, until you realized you could redress and go home.

The car ride home left you with more questions than answers and more horny than ever. Your battery operated boyfriend ran through its battery as you replayed the evening over and over as you were too wired to sleep from the earlier events.

Eventually you did, with Bryan’s name still on your lips.

TBC.

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The Auction, Pt. 1

Bryan Kneef x Reader. CW: talk of sex work, language. WC: 2K - this is for @adarafaelbarba’s bingo, with the sugar daddy/sugar baby card.

The bills came every thirty days like clockwork. At first you were only behind on some - everybody gets a little behind, you reasoned. You picked up extra shifts at your job, which at first helped to make a bit of dent in the ever increasing debt you had.

Then you fell and broke your ankle. Goodbye went to the extra shifts as well as your regular shifts. Your meager savings only got you so far before that was drained out. Now you were further deeper in the red. Once a “valued customer,” you were now getting hate mail from the creditors. You managed to find another job once you were good as new but you were too far down the hole to make any kind of dent. Now you were dodging phone calls from unknown numbers and not even bothering to listen to the voicemails left. Instead you just deleted them. You made your way up to your third floor apartment, bag of Chinese takeout in one hand and a stack of mail in the other. You walked down the creaky wooden hallway, looking through the stack of bills that had come this time around.

“Ok. don't panic. Don't panic. They’re just a few numbers. Just how scary can a few numbers be?” you wondered. But inwardly you knew how bad the numbers were. You let out an irritated sigh when a creaking sound interrupted your thoughts. You peered up and a person emerged from the shadows. You let out a scream, dropping your takeout and mail.

“It’s me! It’s me! Relax!”

You instantly recognized the voice. It was Bonnie, your friend from your old job.

“Bonnie, what in the actual fuck?” You questioned as you dropped to your knees to pick up the scattered mail. You gathered it all and began shoving it in the takeout bag.

“Sorry!” Bonnie apologized, with a small wave. “Here let me help you.” She crouched down and handed you the remaining bills.

“Thanks.” You muttered. You stood back up, letting out a small groan as you did so. “What’s going on? I wasn’t expecting you. I haven’t seen you in… what a month?”

“I wanted to talk to you about an opportunity that I came across that I think you’ll find appealing.” Bonnie replied.

You rolled your eyes as you unlocked your door. “Bon, I am not buying into one of those MLMs, be my own boss babe schemes.” You turned the light on and held the door for Bonnie to walk in.

Bonnie took a look around your apartment and wrinkled her nose. Her eyes caught the stack of bills piled upon your end table. You closed the door behind and dropped your bag on the coffee table before shrugging off your jacket.

“Can I get you something to drink? I have a couple of white claws in the fridge.” You called out as you headed towards the kitchen.

“Just some water, thanks.” Bonnie replied.

When you returned, you handed the glass to Bonnie before sitting on the couch. “Okay so if it’s not a pyramid scheme, then what kind of opportunity is it?”

“Right!” Bonnie smiled brightly. As she began to talk, you eyed Bonnie’s outfit. You couldn’t recall when she seemed so made up and beautifully accessorized. The last time you saw her, she had a she was sporting jeans and a hoodie with ratty sneakers.

“I’m sorry.” You held up your hand, shaking your head. “That ring! I’m pretty sure you can tell where the Titanic hit it.”

Bonnie wiggled her brows. “That’s exactly it. There is this exclusive club in the city - where all the richy rich folks frequent. But it’s kept totally quiet.”

You narrowed your eyes but didn’t reply, instead nodding to encourage her to continue.

“Well - this club caters to the clientele’s specific needs. It’s simple - one night, one hotel. You’re the prize.”

Your eyes widen slightly as her words register. “You mean sex.”

Bonnie nodded. “You show up dress to the nines, have people fight with their wallets to have a night with you and you get a cut of the profit.”

“And this is how you…” You waved your hand towards Bonnie.

Bonnie nodded again. “Yup. One night, walked away with enough to pay off my school loans and then some.”

Your mouth dropped. “Shut up, no you didn’t.”

Bonnie crossed her arms. “You bet your sweet ass. And the people who run it wanted to know if I knew anyone else who might be interested and I told them about you.”

“Wait a minute - told them what exactly?”

“That you were a bit hard up but that you were a babe. I showed them your picture and they want to meet you.” Bonnie replied, grinning.

You laughed nervously. “No way. No thanks.” You grabbed the stack of bills that were piled. “Look, I know I owe a lot but I’m going to do this my way. I’ll get from under.”

“No you won’t.” Bonnie continued, with a roll of her eyes. “You’ll keep paying what - the minimum and have interest pile on? You’ll end up paying more than you owed and who knows when the end will come.”

“Bon, I can’t.” You protested. You knew deep down she was correct and part of you was very much intrigued by whatever this place was. “And knowing my luck, I’ll end up with some greaseball sweating all over me.”

Bonnie took a sip of her glass and held one finger up. “Some are unfortunate looking but the majority of these men are the most eligible bachelors. They’re fine as hell. One night - you get to play a role for 24 hours and then you walk out with enough cash that you have only ever dreamed about. And they’re legit - they run tests on you and the men, making sure everyone is clean and healthy.”

“Bonnie, thanks but no thanks. I appreciate the flattery but you’ve got the wrong girl.”

“Look, here’s their business card. You need a password to get into their site - I wrote it on the back. Go check it out and sleep on it. If in the morning you still feel this way, then we will never talk about it again. But if you’re intrigued, call me and we’ll go down together.”

“You’re not really going back are you?” You asked incredulously.

“Hell yeah I am. It was amazing - the sex, the money. I had so many fighting over me - it was such a rush!” Bonnie exclaimed. She noticed how your brow arched. “Look, just check it out and think about it.” She stood up and began heading towards the door. Glancing around and back to you, she gave you a pitiful smile. “Look at this place - it’s a dump. You deserve way better than this. You are so smart and pretty - and with an ass that won’t quit. You’d make so much bank.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine.” Your shoulders rolled forward in defeat. “I’ll think about it and I’ll text you.”

“That’s all I ask!” Bonnie squealed, with a clap of her hands. “Listen I have to go but we’ll talk soon, okay?”

You nodded weakly. “Sure… catch you later.”

After Bonnie left, you ate and changed into a tank top and sweatshorts. You tinkered around on your laptop a bit and were about to call it a night, when you saw the business card Bonnie left behind.

Curious, you pulled up the website and sure enough, as Bonnie said, there was a password needed to enter. You flipped over the card and in scrawl recognized as Bonnie’s was the word: concupiscence.

You typed in the password and waited for the website to load. You were certain the website would be some flashy page but instead it was very minimal, with not much information posted. It did mention exclusivity and protection of privacy for members. On the corner of the upper right side was a separate page for those who were members and then another for what you assumed were the ones being auctioned. You clicked on that one and it brought you to another login page. With a groan, you excited out of the page.

You chewed on your bottom lip - you were curious - one night - could one night be so terrible? You longed to be done with your debt - the result of being young, naive with no experience of money management, nevermind the addition of loans for your Master’s degree, that seemed like a wise decision at the time. Done with the harassing creditors and having a meager bank account.

“It’s too good to be true and that means it probably is.” You said out loud - in an attempt to convince yourself.

You closed your laptop and went to the bathroom to relieve yourself and brush your teeth.

Later, your dreams were fraught with being paraded like a prized pig before an enclave of men and women alike went at you in an orgy. You woke up in a panic, and it took you awhile to settle back down.

**

The morning came and the auction was still on your mind. You chewed your toast as you mulled the pros and cons. With a resigned sigh, you texted Bonnie that you were in and to send you more details.

**

“Would you stop fidgeting so much?” Bonnie chastised during the elevator ride up. “You look great - they’re going to love you.”

“I look ridiculous.” You replied. You glanced at your reflection. “I have so much makeup on and this dress is a bit much.”

“You have to show off them what you’ve got.” Bonnie replied. You had borrowed a dress from her and it was much more revealing in the front and shorter than you were normally comfortable with. “You’ve got a great rack.”

Your palms were sweaty and you ran them down the front of the dress nervously.

The elevator announced its arrival and you followed Bonnie as she stepped off. She walked in front of you with such an air of confidence.

Your heels clacked on the floor, echoing throughout. There was an unmarked door and Bonnie knocked on it.

The door swung open and you were both greeted by a pair of green eyes in a navy suit. But this wasn’t just any power suit - here was the most attractive man you had ever laid eyes on. Golden skin, as if just back from a vacation, with a perfectly maintained beard and perfectly coiffed dark hair. He took a look at you and you felt as if he was piercing your soul.

“Ladies.” Mr. Mysterious gruffed and you and Bonnie jump apart to allow him room. His voice was rich and decadent and set a chill down your core. You caught a whiff of his cologne and you swore in that moment you came. ‘Now of that’s what we’re working with… then hell yes.’ You thought.

An older woman with cropped blonde hair and her own impressive power suit, peered at you before greeting Bonnie.

“Ms. Cooper, welcome back. I see you’ve brought your friend as discussed. Please come in, shut the door behind you.”

“Of course.” Bonnie replied. She turned to you. “Come on.”

You looked at Bonnie and nodded. As you closed the door behind you, you turned to look down the hall where Mr. Mysterious was. Your eyes widened as he turned over his shoulder to look back at you. His lips curled up in a smile and the look was absolutely smoldering.

You swallowed hard and shut the door with a gentle click before turning your attention back to the meeting at hand.

You gave the blonde woman a smile and straightened yourself up. You knew you had this. And it was about time you had some fun.

TBC.

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