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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.

[storiesofsvu]

Poolside

Bryan Kneef x reader warnings: language, smut, daddy kink, dirty talk derogatory dirty talk, oral (m receiving), face fucking, slapping, you could call it orgasm denial? Reader kinda being a brat Besties this one got AWAY from me...i'm not sorry. You're welcome...

Bryan was sprawled across the lounger, sunglasses covering his closed eyes while he soaked up the sun at his private pool, finally able to enjoy a moments relaxation. He nearly heard the water droplets on the cement before a few began to hit his legs and he grimaced, he didn’t want to get into the water, and he’d made it very clear he didn’t want to be splashed either. Suddenly, something landed in his lap and he grunted, eyes shooting open while he sat up.

“What the hell?”

He looked up to see you smiling down at him, water droplets dripping down your body as your bikini clung to your skin leaving very little to the imagination as you giggled, gesturing to his lap.

“Can you do my sunscreen?” You asked with a near pout of your lips and he was halfway through an eye roll when your hands moved behind your neck, swiftly undoing your bikini top to let it drop to the ground. You simply shrugged at his widening eyes, “can’t risk tan lines.”

“Naturally.” He muttered, shaking his head at your antics as his eyes roamed your body and you smirked down at him.

“You gonna help or not?”

“Get down here.” His hand circled your wrist, tugging you into his lap so you were facing the pool as he picked up the sunscreen.

He popped the cap and it sounded identical to a bottle of lube and you felt the Pavlovian response of your pussy fluttering around nothing, your body relaxing and tingling, ready for him to make you see stars. You held back a moan when his hands slid up your back, rubbing the cream into your heated skin, and despite his earlier internal complaints he didn’t slack off, every inch of your back safely covered and very well rubbed in.

Bryan’s hands closed around your waist, lifting you slightly off his lap, “turn around.” He urged and you did so, plopping down into his lap with a small giggle as his eyes trained on your bouncing tits. “Arm.”

You held one out, watching as he squeezed at the tube again, smearing the cream between his hands before coating your arm in it, roaming up your shoulder and across your collarbone, coating your neck and decolletage. You let out a breathy sigh as his hands massaged it into your skin, your eyes fluttering shut, purposefully riling him up, grinding into his lap to feel his cock beginning to harden.

It was his turn to mess with you a second later, his large hands rolling over your tits, groping as he rubbed what was left of the sunscreen into them. Your head dropped back with a breathy sigh and his dick twitched in his shorts, eyes narrowing in on your hardening nipples. He couldn’t resist it, thumbs rubbing over them and he held back a groan at the sound that came out of your lips when he did so. He flicked at them with his fingers and you shuddered, a moan leaving your throat when he pinched them, pressing harder and harder until your body lurched towards him.

“Bry…”

“Yeah?” He chuckled darkly, “you like that you little slut?”

“Mmmhmm.” You nodded, your eyes wide as you opened them to pout in his direction, “love it when daddy plays with my tits.”

“You sure do.” Grinning, he pinched your nipples again, pulling them away from your body before letting them go and watching your tits bounce as you let out a needy whine.

He leant forward, tongue flicking over one nipple and then the other before he sucked the entire thing into his mouth, his beard scratching across your sensitive skin. Your hand threaded into his locks, fingertips scratching at his scalp while he nipped and lapped at your skin. His hand soon replaced it so he could repeat the actions on the other side and you were already a whining mess, grinding down onto his lap harder with each time his tongue flicked at your nipple.

“Fuck Bry..”

He let you pop out of his mouth, his hand sliding up your chest before wrapping around your neck, tilting your face back to him.

“Dirty girl.” He muttered, “was that your plan the entire time? Come over here playing all coy so daddy would play with these perky tits?”

“No.” You shook your head, giggling as a grin took over your lips.

“Liar.”

“No!” You pouted, shifting off the chair and onto a towel on your knees, “wanted to play with your cock.”

Bryan groaned, he was already hard enough there was a tent in his shorts, one that you were hungrily eyeing up as your hands ran up his legs. You glanced up at him just long enough to catch his eyes darkening as his tongue darted out to wet his lips and that was all you needed. Your hands slunk into his waistband, tugging the shorts down his legs and tossing them to the ground. You couldn’t help but bite your lip, no matter how many times you saw his cock it would always drive you wild, thick and hard, slapping up into his stomach. You let out a whine, your cunt fluttering around nothing as your mouth watered, a gasp leaving your lips when Bryan’s hand slapped your cheek.

“Well get to it, slut.”

“Yes daddy.”

Sitting up on your knees you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, stroking him a few times, your thumb brushing over the bead of precum, smearing it into your hand. Bryan watched as you spit into your hand, mixing it with his cum before stroking him again, slowly as your hand squeezed ever so lightly. He let out a soft groan, his head falling back against the recliner as his breathing began to pick up.

Opening your mouth your tongue stuck out, licking a broad stripe from the base to tip, flicking your tongue at the top, giggling when he twitched in your hand. Your tongue traced a circle around the head before your lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him into your mouth, just the tip and Bryan had to use every ounce of self control not to shove your head down until you could barely breathe. He blew a low breath out of his nose, his eyes scrunching shut as his hands formed fists as his sides. You had said you wanted to play with him, after all.

You popped off his dick, giving it little kitten licks that simply tormented him, the tip of your tongue tracing the veins on his thick shaft. Your hand began to move again, smearing your saliva up and down his cock before your mouth wrapped around his balls.

“Oh fuck…” He groaned, a few more drops of pre-cum leaking out of him that you eagerly collected, smearing over his cock.

Your tongue lapped as his balls, sucking on one, groaning around it, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his entire body and when you sucked the second one into your mouth too his toes began to curl. You picked up the pace of your hand, but only so much, drool pooling in your mouth as you continued to suck his balls.

“Shit, yes..” he grunted, “you know just how daddy likes it.”

You moaned again, your tongue dancing across his balls before you let them drop from your mouth, your lips parted as you panted, sitting up on your knees again. Lips spit slicked you took his cock in between them again, this time sinking down a little bit further before pulling back up to the tip, then sinking down a little further than that and repeating the process.

“Just.. love sucking cock don’t you?” Bryan didn’t resist anymore, his hand tangling into your hair, bunching in between his fingers, “little fucking cock slut.”

All you could do was moan around him, pulling another grunt from him as the sensation sent shivers through his body. You finally sunk down all the way, your nose brushing the wiry hair on his skin for a moment before pulling off with a gasp, spit connecting your lips to the tip of his cock.

“Oh you can do better than that.” He chided, his hand immediately shoving your head back down while thrusting his hips off the lounger and you nearly yelped, your hands coming to brace on his thighs as he buried his cock in the back of your throat. “Fucking whore.” He groaned as you relaxed your throat around him and he was able to push even deeper, “you know better than to tease daddy. You can take it like the bitch in heat you are, you know you’ve gotta earn your fucking orgasms.”

You whined around him, drool pooling in the corners of your mouth, starting to drip down onto his thighs and his free hand wrapped around your throat. He squeezed, moving his hips back and fourth and let out a low groan, his cock twitching in your mouth and you could feel more cum drip down your throat.

“That’s it..” his head fell back when your tongue began to move again, circling around him the best you could from that angle, “love feeling that fucking bulge in your throat. Such a good little whore, taking such a big cock.”

His hand left your throat, slapping your cheek and you whimpered around him. The hand in your hair yanked you up and you cried out, sucking in as much air as you could, your chest heaving as he laughed darkly.

“Are you fucking crying?” He taunted, slapping your cheek again, watching a mascara smeared tear roll over your cheek “over some fucking cock?”

“Please daddy!” You whined, lips forming a pout and he laughed again, hand grabbing at your jaw to open your lips before he shoved you back down to his dick. You couldn’t help but moan as he pushed you all the way down to the base, holding you for only a moment before just the tip was in your mouth and he stood up from the lounger.

“Pathetic little fucking slut.” He growled, “I thought I might let you come, get you off but now you’re gonna make daddy come first, understood?” His hand yanked at your hair when you didn’t reply and you whimpered, another tear streaking down your cheek.

“Yes daddy.”

“There’s my good girl.” The next slap he delivered was softer, “now open your whore mouth and stick that tongue out so daddy can fuck your face.”

You did as asked, tilting your head back and sticking your tongue out as far as you could. A second later Bryan was shoving his cock between your lips, thrusting his hips as hard as he could, the head of his dick hitting the back of your throat. You did your best to suck around him, tongue eagerly lapping up any hints of pre-cum that you could, hollowing your cheeks around him any second his hips began to falter. One of your hands braced on his thigh, the other coming up to play with his balls and he let out a low grunt.

“Fuck…don’t fucking stop.”

You could feel him twitching in your mouth, his balls tensing as you rolled them in your palm, squeezing gently, some squeezes longer than the others.

“You’re gonna make daddy come.” He groaned and you moaned around his cock, “bet you like that, not surprised you’re a cum slut too.” His hips thrusted deeper into your throat and you felt a fresh set of tears pricking in the corners of your eyes. “You wanna taste?”

You nodded the best you could, looking up at him with pleading eyes and he laughed darkly and slapped you again.

“Too fucking bad.” He grunted, pulling himself from your mouth as his eyes fluttered shut and he began to stoke his dick, hard and fast as his peak approached, “ruined that chance. Show me those fuckin tits.”

You sat up on your knees, hands cupping your chest to press them up for him as your back arched and a few pumps later he was squeezing around his cock, hot cum spurting out, painting your skin. Panting, he rubbed a few more times, squeezing at the base of his dick before wiping any remnants off with two fingers, smearing them across your nipples. You raised a hand to scoop some up and he swatted your hand away.

“Don’t even think about it.” His hand closed around your wrist, tugging you to standing and gesturing to the lounger beside his, “you’re going to lie there until that dries, want you covered in my cum so you don’t forget what a pathetic little whore you are.” He pressed a rough kiss to your lips, groaning over the taste of him on your mouth, “and once it is dry, you’re gonna start to play with your needy little cunt, but like hell you’re allowed to come, understood?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Because where is the only place you’re allowed to come?”

“Around daddy’s cock.”

“Good girl.” He gently patted your cheek, shoving you toward the lounger and you let out a huff, pouting at him over your shoulder before you dropped down.

“Careful,” he warned with a wicked grin, putting his sunglasses back on as he picked up his magazine and settled back into his chair, “any attitude like that and you won’t be coming for a week.”

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Bryan Kneef:  Breaking Point, Part Nine

Word Count:  6786

TW:  Angst (job loss; DUI; family estrangement); fluff (reconciliation); smut (PiV, unprotected).  18+ only.

AN:  Part nine of a nine part series.  Other parts can be found here.

The night of the STR Laurie holiday party, you had asked Bryan Kneef if he had a rock bottom.  The implication in your tone was that no, he didn’t have one.  But that wasn’t true.

Bryan Kneef had a rock bottom.  In truth, he had been working his way to it for years and years, but the real, final skid started only a few days after your disastrous hookup the night of the party.

He had thought that it was odd how no one in his group chat had mentioned the plans for St. Kitts for the year.  The morning after your hookup, he sent out a few texts as feelers.  It was a day or two later when he got a reply – a halting series of texts from his stepbrother, gently explaining that everyone would prefer if he didn’t come this year.  

“Maybe next year?” Kyle texted.

Bryan didn’t respond to that.  He managed to cobble together a last-minute trip to Maui, but it was lonely.  The spectacular sunsets, the sea breezes all reminded him of you now, and you weren’t there.  No one was there but him.

Kyle’s gentle rebuff around St. Kitts was just a precursor.  Bryan’s stepbrother met him for lunch early in January, and over seared bay scallops, he informed Bryan that unfortunately, he wasn’t invited to the spring nuptials between Kyle and Jessa.  

Normally Bryan wouldn’t care, since weddings were just bullshit anyway.  He was still hurting from St. Kitts, though, and honestly – Kyle was an only child too, and Bryan was the closest thing he had to a brother.  Why wasn’t he invited?

“Jessa is really close with her cousin,” Kyle said after hesitating a moment.  He glanced up at Bryan and took in his blank face, then sighed in exasperation.  “You took her home after the engagement party.”

The memory was a little hazy; Bryan had been mostly tipsy and a little drunk.  “Oh.  Yeah.”

“Oh, yeah,” Kyle mimicked.  “Jesus, Bry.  You don’t even remember, do you?  You had sex with Jessa’s cousin and then kicked her out immediately like a complete douche.”  Kyle shook his head.  “I’m sorry about the wedding, but Jessa doesn’t want any drama.  I don’t want any drama.”

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If that were the end of it, Bryan would have been fine.

So he was mostly estranged from his remaining family.  Fine.

So he had grown apart from his oldest friends.  Fine.

It wasn’t the end of it, though.  Bryan had a long way to fall to hit his rock bottom, and because he was an asshole who drove everyone away from him, he was alone for all of it.

*****

When you got home after the disastrous night with Bryan, you took the weekend to give your life a long, appraising look.  Ever the planner, you wrote out a list of things you wanted to achieve in the upcoming year, and at some point on Saturday night (after you finished off half a bottle of Moscato), you made a snap decision.  When you woke up on Sunday morning, late, your email was full of confirmations – airplane tickets, vacation rental.

It wasn’t the worst thing you could have drunk-bought.

Everything else with Bryan Kneef aside, the trip to St. Kitts got into your bloodstream and never left.  It was the travel bug, for a woman who had never traveled further than Missouri her entire life before.  You had been born and raised in Chicago.  You attended college there, and you found a job there.  But St. Kitts had reminded you that the world was big and diverse and beautiful, and if that was the lesson you took from your interlude of madness with Bryan….there were worse lessons to take away from it.

You spent you holiday break in Rincon, Puerto Rico which felt fitting.  “Rincon” meant corner, and it felt like exactly the right place for you to see out the old year.  You found a small studio apartment that overlooked the ocean, and because Bryan and his too-cool-for-school friends were absent, you did everything.  You snorkeled.  You tried surfing, and you discovered that you did not have the balance for surfing.  You went for hikes and got your first massage.  You went horseback riding.

And when you got home to Chicago, you got to work on the rest of your new year’s to-do list.

First thing was first:  find a new job.

The truth was, STR Laurie bought out your firm years ago.  It was fine as a company, paid well enough, but there were too many inconsistencies between departments.  Some groups got bonuses, plenty of days off, the occasional catered lunches….other groups, not so much.  The senior litigators seemed to do whatever they wanted with little more than slaps on the wrist from H.R.

There was something deeply unsettling about your work.  You had somehow fell into a corridor of the law where you helped the very rich defend themselves and their money and property, as if they couldn’t spare a hit to their outrageous fortunes when they behaved terribly.  It made you uncomfortable.  You had grown up in that hazy place of working class and lower middle class:  your mother had been a housewife, and your father a carpenter.  You had attended public school.  Your college career had been funded by Pell grants and a generous scholarship.

So you left STR Laurie after securing a coveted role with the Exoneration Project.  Your new boss never sneered at you and called you just a paralegal.

Second thing:  find a new place to live.

You had been living in Wicker Park for a while now, and you always rented because you were holding out on the hope of finding someone, getting married, buying a place together.  So much of your parents’ unequal marriage had seeped into your subconscious without you even realizing it.  You’d been waiting on a man before you allowed your life to really start.

You were limited in what you could afford in Chicagoland with your salary, but when you found the place in Ravenswood, you knew it was the one.  It was love at first sight.  You had been waiting on a person, but it was a house instead – a well-sized place that had been stripped to the bones by an ambitious amateur house-flipper before the mortgage caught up to them and it went into foreclosure.  But it had a nice, small backyard and everything was updated – electric, roof, plumbing.  

And you had been your father’s little helper for all of your childhood, so you knew how to hang drywall and install tile.

You made an offer, and you were stunned when it was accepted.

By the end of summer, you had a new job, a new house.  The house wasn’t done, of course – most of it was still torn down to the studs – but it was livable.  You had a functional bathroom and kitchen, and you were camped out in a guest room while you worked on your bedroom.

In September, with the shortened days and the chilly nights, you got lonely.  Instead of going out and finding some broken asshole to try and fix, you just adopted a dog.  A dog, you found, was infinitely more trainable than a man and far more loyal.  You named the scrappy mutt Joey, mostly because you loved how confused people seemed to get about a dog with a human name.

You weren’t sure how much of your life overhaul was organic and how much was caused by Bryan.  Certainly, you had been drifting through life since your mother died the year after you graduated from college.  Your dissatisfaction – a growing frustration with your life – had only grown every year since.  But it was something about that awful final night with Bryan that seemed to spark the change, and by the start of October, your anger and frustration at the man had burned off like fog rolling off of the lake.

If you ever saw him again, you might even thank him.

*****

STR Laurie let Bryan go in March.  “Let go” was a polite euphemism for “fired unceremoniously,” which is to say:  Bryan Kneef was marched into H.R. one morning, read a list of unforgivable sins, and then marched out of the building with a security detail.

On the list of sins was one glaring omission – blackmailing an employee into a holiday vacation – so he knew that secret was safe.

In the end, it came down to his abrasive behavior.  Lawyers – especially really good ones like him – got away with a lot.  Other industries wouldn’t entertain an employee like him:  the casual cruelty and the more intentional cruelty.  His department had bled personnel until he was completely staffed with people like him, namely, douchy frat boys.  It was fun at first, but the lesson came too late to save Bryan’s job:  people like him were fucking exhausting to deal with.

Bryan wondered if you’d gloat once you heard, but he didn’t think you would.  You were, at your core, a kind person.  A thoughtful person.  At worst, you’d shake your head knowingly at the news of his demise.

It was harder for him to find a job than he realized.  He used to be pursued by headhunters; now he was calling people in his alumni network for crumbs.  There seemed to be millions of lawyers in Chicago, but the legal community was still tiny.  Everyone knew he’d been canned by STR Laurie.

He got the DUI in April.  

To be fair, he wasn’t drunk.  Not drunk drunk.  He’d only had a few drinks, but they had been on an empty stomach, and when he blew through the red light on Michigan Avenue, he had been a prime target for the cop sitting there.

But those were excuses, and as part of his plea deal, he had to deal with his problems.  The chirpy little ASA wanted him to commit to AA, but Bryan negotiated for a private therapist instead.  He had thought, incorrectly, that he could charm his way through therapy.  

No chance – he ended up with an older man who looked like a kindly Santa but who fucking tore through all of Bryan’s glib snark within the first ten minutes of their first session.

Here was Bryan Kneef’s rock bottom:  unemployed, friendless, estranged from his family, with a suspended driver’s license.  He had a failed engagement because he’d been a cheating bastard, and after that, all he had was a string of failed affairs and half-relationships.  Anytime a good woman made him feel something, he pushed her away.  You had been the latest, but you certainly weren’t the only one.

The nice thing about rock bottom, however, is that there is nowhere to go but up.  Sure, it was a cliché, but Bryan Kneef was sufficiently humbled now.  A little cliché was fine by him.

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It was almost the end of October when Bryan saw you again.  He had found a job – finally – with the state attorney’s office in Cook County.  Ironic, that.  Bryan used to represent the rich and powerful of Chicago.  Now he prosecuted them as an ASA.

He was at the courthouse, loitering around the lobby.  It was one of the more difficult moments; he always wanted to celebrate a victory with a drink, but he knew it was dangerous to celebrate alone.  Bryan wasn’t dry by any stretch, but he had identified (with his therapist’s help) harmful patterns.  He had rules now – never drink alone aside from a glass of red wine before bed.  Never drink more than two drinks in one sitting.  And so forth.

Never get so blindingly drunk as to drive away the one woman who seemed to enjoy being with him.

It was stupid, but when Bryan won a guilty verdict, he always wanted to reach out to let you know.  He thought that you, out of everyone he knew, would be pleased by his sudden shift to the right side of the law.  

It was like a scene out of a movie.  He stood in the lobby, fiddling with his phone uselessly, and thought of you.  And like magic – there you were.  It was so unexpected that he had to do a double take.

You looked beautiful in a vaguely-retro looking tweed suit – the skirt hit right at your knee, and the coat was perfectly cut to your form.  In the biggest surprise, your feet were clad in a pair of patent leather pumps instead of your usual colorful flats.  You looked like a lawyer, but Bryan knew the timeline wasn’t right.  You couldn’t have graduated from law school and sat for the bar all in the span of ten months.  You hadn’t even showed interest in becoming a lawyer.

You were standing and talking with an older woman that he didn’t recognize.  Did STR Laurie acquire a new firm?  Whatever you had been at the courthouse for had ended well, judging by the broad smile on your face.  

When you worked for him, you could feel him staring at you about half of the time.  You must have felt the weight of his gaze now, because you turned your head and scanned the lobby – and saw him.

It wasn’t that your smile fell, exactly.  It was more like it receded a little, like the outgoing tide.  The smile left your eyes, but stayed on your lips where it hardened just a fraction.  The woman with you caught your gaze, and she said her farewells and left you standing there.

*****

There was no good reason for you to get a drink with Bryan, but you weren’t the same person you had been a year ago.  From the looks of him, Bryan wasn’t the same person either.

He looked much the same – maybe a shade thinner, but nothing extreme.  His expression was markedly different.  When he walked over to you, there was no sneer or frown on his face.  He looked….happy to see you.

There was a nearby martini bar that was a favorite of the courthouse set, so that’s where you went.  Surprise number one:  Bryan ordered a mineral water.  In the entire time you’d known him, you had never seen him drink something that wasn’t alcohol.  You had always just assumed he stayed hydrated by the miniscule amount of water that melted from the ice in his whiskey.

Surprise number two:  he was charming, and not in his usual asshole way.  He was…nice.  You wanted to reach out and touch him, see if he was real and not some android replacement.  For all the time you’d spent with him, he had never once showed an interest in your life.  Now, he was asking you a ton of questions.  He seemed genuinely interested, so you told him all about your new job, your new house.

Surprise number three:  Bryan told you about his life.  He was probably hedging a bit, but he was shockingly honest.  He had been fired.  He had gotten a DUI.  He was in therapy.

The final surprise of the evening was when he apologized to you.  It was a genuine apology, not the half-assed sorry’s he gave you at the holiday party.  He looked you dead in the eye and apologized.

“I treated you terribly,” he said.  “And there’s no excuse for it.”  He glanced down at his glass of water, toyed with the wedge of lime on the rim.

It was weird seeing him so uncharacteristically humble.  “It’s okay,” you replied.

“It’s not okay,” he said with a firm shake of his head.  “I blackmailed you.”

“It wasn’t blackmail.”

“It was though.  I weaponized your kindness for your coworkers to force you into a holiday with me.  Forced you to pretend to be my girlfriend.”  He slumped a little, his shoulders rounded in apparent shame.  “Forced you…” He trailed off and didn’t finish the sentence, but his intent was obvious.

“Hey.”  You reached out and tapped the back of his hand.  “You didn’t force me to do anything.  I could have gone to H.R.  The vacation to St. Kitts felt like a mutually beneficial thing.”  You paused until he looked up at you, and you added, “and you definitely didn’t force me to sleep with you.”

It made him smile.  It was a small smile, but probably the first real one you’d ever seen on his face.  

“You’re too nice for your own good,” he said.

He was probably right in that regard.  When you both went to leave and stood out on the sidewalk in the chilly autumn evening, he hesitated a moment and then reached for you.  You stepped into his outstretched arms and let him pull you into a warm hug.  His behavior was completely different, but he smelled exactly the same – the cologne that smelled like an expensive, musky wood fire.

“I’d like to call you sometime,” he said once he finally released you.  Bryan Kneef probably never looked uncertain in his life, but he seemed almost shy now.  Shy-adjacent.

“I’d like that too,” you told him.  

*****

Bryan knew he didn’t deserve anything from you – not your time, not your forgiveness – but you gave him both.

It was strange, dating a woman.  Dating in his previous life meant buy them some drinks, then fuck them, then repeat until someone got bored or found greener pastures.

Bryan knew he could likely charm you back into bed, but he had spent too much time in therapy picking apart his relationships with women.  How he focused on shallow encounters.  How he fled from connection, feeling.  How it all traced back to his mother’s untimely death from cancer in his childhood.

He eased into things with you now.  It was the most difficult thing he ever had to do, delaying intimacy, but he did it because he wanted intimacy.  He didn’t want to just fuck you.  He wanted what he almost had in St. Kitts.

For the rest of October, he kept everything in first gear.  There were a few lunches during the workweek and a few dinners.  One Sunday night, he was feeling especially low – his bad feelings stirred up in anticipation for Monday afternoon’s therapy appointment – so he called you.  You took his call, and you talked with him for two hours, listening to everything he spewed at you, offering support.  Your mother had died from cancer too in the year after you graduated from college, and Bryan felt a warm (albeit sad) kinship with you over it.  Both of you, motherless.  Both of you with fathers who remarried too quickly and ignored their children’s needs.

By November, you were the one who moved things forward a little.  You invited him to your house, and the old Bryan would have openly mocked you for how unfinished it was.  New Bryan could see the potential, and more than that – he saw the gleam you got in your eyes as you showed him what you’d done already and what you planned to do.  

He wasn’t even jealous when the two of you sat on your couch and your mangy mutt crowded him out and got between you.  It was a first for him – a shelter dog cock-blocking him.

By the end of November, though, he was invited to spend the night at your place, and you shut your bedroom door firmly in your dog’s face (but only after handing him a huge rawhide bone in apology, and promising him an extra-long walk the next day).  

And then when you turned to face him, to step into his waiting arms, there it was – that fucking smile like he was the only person in the world that you wanted to see.

*****

Before, the two of you had fought:  the snowball fight, his drunken rant on New Year’s Eve, your own emotional raging at the STR Laurie holiday party.  Your first fight as a couple came in December.  You hadn’t realized that you were a couple now, but the fight revealed the fact to you.

You had started the tradition of traveling for your holiday breaks.  Your father had remarried a full month into his widowerhood years ago and started a second family, and neither you nor your sister really fit in with them.  Your sister was married with a kid, and she spent her holidays with her in-laws.  With no one to spend the holidays with, and after the thrill of going to St. Kitts, you traveled.  

Last year you had gone to Puerto Rico on a whim, but this year, you had planned a little better.  You had chosen the Maldives all the way back in June.  The plane tickets were booked, the little rental on the beach was booked.

When Bryan broached the subject of the holidays, you told him about the Maldives, and his face got that stony quality you remembered from working with him.  Before you knew it, the fight was upon you.  He wanted you to cancel your plans and join him in St. Kitts.  You wanted him to get real – why would you go back to St. Kitts and relive that?  No infinity pool was that good.

The real issue wasn’t St. Kitts.  The real issue was that he wanted to spend the holidays with you.  It didn’t matter where.  That fact hit you like a load of bricks.

Therapy wasn’t lost on the man.  You’d give him that much.  You watched him as he physically took a step away from you, and you swore you could see his therapist’s words rolling through his head as the silence descended between the two of you.  You gave him all the time he needed.

When he finally stepped back towards you, he took a deep breath and held out his hands in a conciliatory motion.  In a move that probably pained him – the man who never needed anything or anyone – he looked you dead in the eyes and asked if he could join you in the Maldives.

“Bryan, I…” You hesitated to answer him; you had to get the right tone.  “I’d be happy for you to join me, but – “

“But,” he echoed, and his face looked set and stony again.

“But…the place I rented is not…not some villa on the hillside.  It’s just a small little cottage.”

“So?”

You stared at him a long moment.  This was the man who had deep and strong opinions about the top notes of his whiskey.  This was the man who once dressed down a paralegal for having a four-in-hand tie knot instead of a half-Windsor.  This was a man who openly sneered at any cut of beef that hadn’t been hand-massaged from womb to slaughterhouse.

This was the man who mocked your glee and wonder of the world.  Sure, he seemed different now, but how would he feel when he saw the vacation you had planned?  The tiny cottage with no infinity pool, no waterfall showerhead, no giant Viking range in the kitchen?

Bryan must have read the expression on your face and understood its source because he snorted and gestured around him.  “Baby, you don’t even have walls in half of your house.  Whatever you rented in the Maldives is fine.”

You crossed your arms.  “I don’t believe you.”

Some vestiges of the old Bryan remained.  He was still a smarmy bastard sometimes, and he fixed you with a fully vulpine smile that only softened once you uncrossed your arms and let him pull you into an embrace.  It seemed like it was easier to talk to you sometimes when he didn’t have to look at you, so you weren’t shocked when he muttered against your head, so low that you nearly missed it.  

“I just want to spend the holiday with you,” he mumbled softly.  When you joked that he sounded like he was veering into boyfriend territory, he tightened his arms around you and replied, “would that be so bad?”

Sometimes you wondered if you had really drowned in St. Kitts and everything that followed was some sort of purgatory-based test to gain entry into heaven.  It made your head spin, the unreality of the situation.  At this time two years ago, you were so furious with your asshole boss that you drilled him in his smug, handsome face with snowballs.  Now he was holding you tight to him and asking you in a roundabout way to be his girlfriend.

You heaved a sigh of mock-weariness and extricated yourself from his arms.  “Fine,” you told him with a forefinger poking him in his sternum.  “But the minute you start complaining about the accommodations, you’re getting slapped.”

You had always suspected that Bryan had some pain or humiliation fetish.  You hadn’t missed how his eyes had darkened in lust, for example, the time you slapped him in his office.  He verified your suspicions now – his deep green eyes narrowed a little, and his voice dropped a quarter octave.  

“Promise?” he asked.

*****

What a change from two years ago.  Bryan remembered your first airplane flight, how icy your hand was in his and how you had huddled against him involuntarily.  Now you breezed right down the plane’s center aisle and ignored the flight attendants’ safety demonstration like a veteran traveler.

You were nervous though.  Bryan could feel the tension radiating off of you, and he felt a sting of shame about it.  He was the cause.  You mostly only knew him as an irredeemable snob and a consummate asshole, and your carefully planned vacation seemed shabby in your eyes now that he was tagging along.

He couldn’t tell you otherwise.  He just had to show you.

The private cottage you had rented was small, but it was lovely.  There was no pool, but there was a Jacuzzi and a huge bed and it was right on the beach.  You watched him look everything over, and judging by the way your jaw was set, you were just waiting for criticism.  Hell, your itchy right palm was practically twitching to deliver a blow.

“Seems small,” he said casually, and sure enough, you lifted your arm and hit him.  It wasn’t hard at all, just a light pat to his cheek, and you held your hand there to cup his face.  The look on your face – the soft smile, the hopefully rise of your eyebrows – was irresistible.  Bryan stepped forward and dipped his head to kiss you, and even though you had been traveling for over a day, he didn’t stop for quite a while.

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You and Bryan seemed to have different philosophies surrounding vacations. Bryan wanted to lie on the pure white beach and stare at the ocean that was so blue it made his eyes ache.  You had an agenda.

It was just your zeal for life, and after a bit of grumbling, Bryan leaned into it.  He skipped from island to island with you, went snorkeling, rode on horses, chatted with the locals.  It was refreshing to experience the world with you, since you were so unabashedly in love with the world.  At your side, Bryan shed a little more of his tough outer shell.

If the days were fun, the evenings were magical.  It was the same sort of spell from St. Kitts, only more honest.  You weren’t his fake girlfriend – you were his real one.  He wasn’t trying to make anyone jealous – he was only trying to convey how much he cared about you.

How much he loved you, even if he couldn’t quite say the words out loud.

You were both settled into the jacuzzi for the evening after a light dinner.  You had been shipwreck diving that day, an endeavor that revealed how out of shape Bryan was.  He lowered himself into the jacuzzi with a tortured groan, and you followed him a moment later with a pair of glasses and a bottle of wine.  Over the past few months, he had taught you the complicated calculus around what and how much he would drink, so now you both sipped at the shiraz and watched the sun sink in the west.

There was one similarity to St. Kitts, and it was how you got a little melancholy at sunset.  You still got that faraway look on your face, and you still sighed a little.  Bryan asked about it once and you seemed surprised and unaware that you did it.  He didn’t press – he only watched you, and if you seemed a little sadder some nights versus others, he only held you a little closer to remind you that he was there.

That’s what he did tonight as the sun set – he took your wrist and tugged you over to him until you were nestled against him.  He drew his fingertips up and down your arm until you gave an involuntary shudder against him.

The swimsuit you were in was familiar.  It was the same one you practically lived in during St. Kitts, which was fortuitous – Bryan already knew how to get you out of it.  As the sun set and as darkness settled over the island, he toyed with the knotted straps behind your neck, letting his fingers slip into your damp hair until your breathing was uneven and you were squirming against him.

The water gave a bit of buoyancy, and it was easy to maneuver you into his lap.  It was his favorite position, you sitting on his lap with his cock buried in you, you just a fraction above him so that he could access your face or your tits just as easily.

After his awkward foray into asking you to be his girlfriend back in Chicago, the hard conversation about birth control ensued.  You were still hurt by his accusations, rightfully so, and Bryan had to sit and listen to all of it.  Then, haltingly, the real truth came out.

“I don’t think I want kids,” you had told him, and you looked terrified once the words were out of your mouth.

“That is not a deal-breaker for me,” he had replied.  “At all.”

Then, because he hadn’t snapped at you or called you a monster for lacking maternal feelings, you admitted that it wasn’t that you didn’t think you didn’t want kids – you knew you didn’t.

Bryan admitted as much to you, and it was the most honest either of you had ever been with the other.  Or with anyone, possibly.

For now, in the Maldives, the box of condoms in Bryan’s carry-on luggage remained untouched.  You had an IUD, and Bryan already had an appointment in Chicago for a vasectomy for when he returned.  The difficult conversation was behind you, as well as a heartfelt apology for the St. Kitts blow-up, so in the jacuzzi, you wriggled out of your swimsuit bottoms and resettled in his lap.  His cock was rock-hard, straining against his trunks, and it twitched against your hand when you reached down to free it from its constraints.

You pumped his length in your hand almost lazily as you lined yourself up to him.  You notched the tip of his cock against your entrance and removed your hand.  You placed a hand on each side of his face to hold him firm, kiss him deeply, as you lowered yourself onto him.

Fuck, it was romantic bullshit like this that Bryan always avoided in the past, but it killed him when it was you doing it.  It was sensory overload – the feel of your fingertips against his bearded cheeks, the feel of your tongue licking into his mouth, the feel of your slippery cunt taking every inch of him until your ass was settled on his lap.  You moaned into his mouth when he finally bottomed out and the crown of his cock nudged against the end of you.  You moaned again when he wrapped his arms around your waist and drew you down another fraction onto him.

He let you set the pace, and you went slow.  The pace in Chicago was always a bit more playful, more frenetic, but island life slowed you down in your love-making.  You rode him at a languid speed, the look on your face dreamy at the sensations you were feeling.  For Bryan, it was like heaven being buried in you.  He fit you perfectly - the analogy of a lock and a key came to mind like a damned cliché.  He loved how your arousal coated his intruding length the closer he brought you to orgasm; he loved how well your feverish flesh gripped him when you finally did come.

Over and over, he brought you to the edge and pushed you over it.  Bit back his own release that threatened at the edges of his vision like an impending blackout.  Once he made you come once, he found it was easy to bring about a second, a third.  You got so sensitive – your swollen clit dragging against the root of his cock, your quivering cunt never recovering from its aftershocks before coming again.  Even your tits got more and more responsive, until all it took was a brush of his lips – a bit of friction from his beard – to make you arch against him.

“Are you close?” you panted against his neck.  You had come a third time and then collapsed against him, your head nestled in the space between his head and his shoulder.  Your tits, tipped with diamond hard nipples, were pressed against his chest.  You had stopped riding him, completely exhausted, so Bryan pressed his hips up into you and smirked at the tortured little whine in your voice, the shaky, uneven way you were breathing against him.

“You’ve got one more,” he told you, and you laughed weakly against him.  When you tried to protest, he took one wrist and then the other into one of his hands.  He held them behind your back, a tame move of possession to remind you that while you may be on top, he was still in control.  A fact you happily agreed with, judging by how hard you always arched against him when he did it.

Bryan slid down in the jacuzzi a little, just enough to stretch his legs out and press his feet against the opposite side.  It allowed him to thrust up into you – one hand gripping both of your wrists behind your back, the other wrapped around the back of your neck.  His hand was big enough to cup your entire head, and he pressed the tip of his thumb into your soft cheek, kept you from turning your face away from him.  

Your eyes had that unfocused, fucked-senseless quality to them, and Bryan usually preened when he saw them like that.  It meant he had fucked you so well that he had completely short-circuited your brain.

“Look at me,” he ordered, and he had to turn your face back to him when you tried to look away.  Sometimes – since St. Kitts – you turned away from him when you were feeling too much.  He didn’t want that anymore.  He wanted you to look right at him and feel everything.

“Fucking look at me,” he repeated.  He was rewarded a moment later when you finally did, and he pressed his hips up into you and watched as your mouth fell open at the thrust.  It was something about your face – so open and so beautiful, especially in the afterglow your orgasms – that made Bryan feel suddenly sick, like he couldn’t draw a breath.  His throat felt tight and he swallowed hard.  It had been a terrible start of the year.  Cut off from his family, cut off from his friends. Unemployed and with a DUI and all his own doing.

But fuck was it all worth it to be here with you now.  It wasn’t just the sex, though that was certainly part of it.  It was the connection with you, the way you looked at him now.  Bryan Kneef openly sneered at love, at bullshit like soulmates, but damned if he didn’t think he’d found the one person for him in the entire world, and she was perched in his lap right now.

And not just that:  she had extended her forgiveness to him for the unforgivable.  She had let him back into her life when anyone else would have moved on and left him out in the cold.

“I love you,” Bryan said, and he said it so defensively that your eyes widened at both the words and at his tone.  He saw you open your mouth to reply, but he shifted his hand and covered your mouth.

“Don’t fucking say anything,” he continued.  “You’re too damned nice.  I don’t – don’t want you to say it back to me because you think you have to.  Just….just keep your mouth shut.  And know that I love you.”

He felt your lips curve into a smile against his palm, so he removed his hand and pulled you in so that he could kiss you.  He still felt sick – his heart was pounding in his chest – but he could discuss it with his therapist when he returned to Chicago.

Bryan never got that final orgasm out of you, but you never complained about it.  You held his head firm in your hands and kissed him, your mouth slanting against his with an intensity that stole his breath away.  That, paired with his confession and the incredible heat of your clenching cunt, made him unravel completely.  He felt that delicious tension in his gut, felt the moment it snapped.  His hips jutted up into you on their own accord, and he groaned your name into your mouth as he gave one, final thrust and filled you with his release.

You were silent as you nestled against him afterwards, and you were silent when you dismounted him.  You allowed him to lead you inside, and you showered together before bed.  Bryan was exhausted from the day’s activities, but more so from the confession.  It drained him to even admit to himself that he had feelings, let alone say them out loud.  Your silence wasn’t helping.

You put your hands on his shoulders and turned him around, and you scrubbed his back for him.  Such a simple gesture, but it made him want to cry.  

Maybe you sensed his inner turmoil.  You reached for the shampoo and gestured for him to bend down a little, and you lathered up his hair.  That did make him tear up, your gentle fingers massaging his scalp, over and over until all the sea salt and sand was out of his hair.

“Am I allowed to speak now?” you asked quietly as you rinsed his hair for the final time.  Bryan wiped the water out of his eyes and looked at you.  You were smiling at him, a little teasing.

“You are allowed,” he replied with a regal wave of his hand, and you feigned that you were going to smack his hand out of your face.  But your smile faded, and you looked at him with a solemn expression that made his heart sink.

“I love you too,” is all you said.

It made Bryan just as sick to hear you say it, but with enough therapy, he eventually would learn that the sick feeling – the tightness in his throat, the racing pulse – well, that was love.  It only felt like an illness to him because it was so foreign.

But all that insight was months and even years away.  All in the future, with you by his side – your house in Ravenswood finally finished, Bryan’s condo sold as he moved in with you.  You would eventually add to your family – another shelter dog, one for Bryan this time because Joey would always be your dog and never quite his.  When the second dog drifted more to you, Bryan wouldn’t even be hurt by it.  

Of course they loved you best.  You were the best.  

But that was in the future, and right now, you were watching him carefully in the shower of a Maldives guest cottage, and it was all only the beginning.  Bryan barely had the language to express his feelings (he’d eventually learn it, though he’d never quite be fluent), so he just gave you a nod of acknowledgement.  

And then kissed you.  When he tilted his head to capture your mouth with his, he caught that usual happy smile etched across your lips.

He only hoped you could see the same smile mirrored on his own mouth, just as happy to kiss you.  Like you were the only person he wanted to be with because, it had to be said, that was the honest truth.

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I am so here for this story! ❤️

Bryan Kneef:  Contractual Obligations, Chapter Three

WC:  3286

Other Pieces:  This is part of a series, found here.

CW:  Language.  Talk of sex work.  Smut.  18+ only.

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Bryan didn’t call you for almost an entire week.  You parted that night, and then…radio silence for days.  You let your thumb hover over his contact information in your phone, you thought a hundred times about reaching out, but the silence felt deliberate.  Something was irking Bryan, and you had no clue what it could be.

Or maybe you did.  Bryan seemed almost too self-assured.  The sharp suits, the big office in the fancy law firm.  The lakeside condo decorated to icy, bland perfection.  It had to mean something that he had such a cultivated image yet needed to hire you as his professional girlfriend.

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A Cat Called Dickface

Written for @storiesofsvu’s Fall Bingo, filling the Fireplace square. 

Dickface stolen from discord headcanons & plot inspired by @lannister-slings-and-arrows​ and @pascalispretty​ I’M SORRY I’M RIFLING THROUGH YOUR ASKS ;_;

Warnings: NSFW discussed (no smut), secret soft cat dad Bryan. You came for smut but got fluff instead oops. 

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Your one-night stand with Bryan Kneef was not going anything like you had imagined.

First, there was Dickface.

The anticipation of pleasant soreness ached between your thighs the entire ride up the elevator to his swanky Chicago penthouse. On your modest salary as a legal secretary, you could only dream about affording a place like the firm’s top litigator, but tonight you were more interested in the legend between his legs. You’d seen the outline of his massive cock pushed up against the front of his slacks as he swaggered through the office, snapping at interns, and he wasn’t even hard.

Bryan had a reputation: heartless toward coworkers, ruthless in court, and an absolute god in bed.

There would be no feelings, no phone call the next day, and that was OK. You didn’t want any. Being his latest conquest was a thrill, and if the rumors were true, well worth it.

The elevator door opened to a monstrosity of modern design straight out of Forbes, and the sound of shattering glass. Bryan stormed out ahead of you.

“DICKFACE, YOU ASSHOLE!”

Hungry meows erupted from another room, and you followed Bryan into a sparkling white kitchen. The shattered remains of a whiskey tumbler lay on the tile floor. On the granite counter above it sat a black cat with white markings on his lips and nose that looked… well, like a dick.

“Sorry. Usually, I’d lock him in the guestroom before company, but it’s been a long day. Didn’t have a chance to feed him. Did I, you little shit?” Bryan ruffled the cat’s fur between the ears.

Dickface purred and rubbed against Bryan’s fingers before meowing loudly and giving them an impatient bat with his paw.

“Alright, Jesus. Fucker.”

“I never took you for a pet person,” you marveled, a fond smile rounding your cheeks.

“I’m not.”

You offered to clean up the glass while Bryan opened a can of boutique-brand grain-free cat food, then topped it with raw salmon from the refrigerator and a powdered supplement for dental health. He explained that he was such an infamous dick at STR Laurie that when he was promoted to head of litigation, some colleagues gave him the cat as a joke.

“A live animal? As a joke?”

“Wasn’t even funny. Poor guy was hunkered in the back of a carry-case, scared shitless.”

“Did you tell them you wanted a cat?” You tried to find some reason this wasn’t as horrible as it sounded, but Bryan rolled his eyes at your naivety.

“I’m allergic.”

“What the fuck.”

Bryan let out a gruff breath of agreement. “They were going to dump him back at the shelter, so I kept him.” Before you got too many ideas about him being sensitive, he added with a smirk, “He’s got a dick on his face, I mean—it is kinda hilarious.”

***

Then there was the fireplace.

It wasn’t a real one, with earthy-smelling logs that had to be stoked to a blaze from kindling, but a modern installation encased in glass that roared to life at the touch of a button. Still, it had fake logs which crackled and glowed like the real thing, and it cast a romantic ring of heat and flickering light into the living room.

This should have been where the fucking began, and Bryan didn’t waste any time laying you back on the couch, softly growling filthy promises in your ear. He asked about your boundaries, fantasies, protection, and safewords with such clarity and confidence, you could see how many men and women had been in his bed before, drawn by the raw sexual fire burning in his eyes.

His voice could be so much softer than you ever imagined from the way he barked and raged at work—soft, low, and warm against your skin, even as he asked questions like, “What about degrading language? Would you like me to call you a slut?” The beard tickled as he kissed you the first time, tongue working slowly at the seam of your lips while his hands slid up your sides. The faint smokiness of scotch on his breath. His eyes were nearly closed beneath lids heavy with lust, and up close, they were a beautiful, bright green like jade sculptures, not brown or blue as you once thought.

But as he was running through all those preliminary details, four black paws padded into the room and jumped onto your lap. As unwelcome as it was while you were getting aroused, you couldn’t help but grin and pet the kitty, who promptly curled up and began rumbling with quiet, continuous purrs.

Bryan released your earlobe from his teeth and stared at the wrong kind of pussy between your legs.

A bit of a mood killer.

“He never does this,” Bryan said. Oddly, it wasn’t apologetic or exasperated, but with genuine wonder. It made your cheeks heat, learning that Bryan had this soft spot for his cat and that it didn’t usually like strangers.

“It’s probably the fire. Cats love napping where it’s warm.”

“Yeah. Maybe.”

You didn’t have the heart to move a sleeping cat, so Bryan turned on the flatscreen above the fireplace until Dickface decided to move.

***

And finally, that brought you here. The couch.

It was dark leather, masculine, and in keeping with the penthouse’s sharp lines and minimalist monochrome color scheme. Fluffy grey throw pillows added a touch of comfort, and it was upon one of those that Bryan Kneef’s head lay, snoring.

Barely ten minutes had gone by before his drooping eyelids fell shut completely in the cozy warmth, and the effect of his long day made itself clear.

Outside the panoramic windows, the Chicago skyline stood in black geometric shapes against a dark blue sky, a sea of glowing yellow windows making the shapes swirl with light like embers from a hundred million campfires. It was a disappointment to be sitting here watching the view while he slept, never having seen the dick that satisfied a thousand partners—no exquisite soreness, no claiming bites or blossoming bruises. But he was… surprisingly cute.

Ironically, if you had fucked tonight, Bryan would have called you a cab and coldly insisted he didn’t cuddle. But as you watched his chest rise and fall peacefully (save for the occasional interruption by an inelegant snort), you figured you ought to at least get something out of this stand, if it was only going to be one night.

Dickface kneaded his paws on your thigh, tiny sharp claws pricking through your clothing, before finally stretching and jumping to the floor. He would be back to curl up on top of both of you before morning. You laid down next to Bryan, tucking your face against his chest, his bearded chin over your head. He smelled mesmerizing—a natural muskiness blending with his clean, sensual cologne—and his solid body gave off waves of heat matching the fire at your back. It would have been nice to fuck him, but he made a comfortable pillow, too.

He shifted in his sleep but did not wake up, wrapping a muscular arm around your waist.

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TGF Thoughts: 4x04-- The Gang is Satirized and Doesn’t Like It

The gang doesn’t like being satirized and I don’t like this episode.

No episode needs to be 57 minutes long. Is it possible that seeing the runtime put me in a bad mood before watching this episode? Absolutely.

Bianca is still trying to get Lucca to take a week off and come play on the beach. This is weird, right?

She’s using a drone to take a selfie which… yikes. Bianca asks what Lucca has in Chicago to match the beach. Lucca takes a look out the window and instead of seeing FakeChicago, she sees a window washer’s ass crack. Lucca protests that she has work in Chicago and can’t leave (are we going to mention her baby?). Before Bianca can ask more questions, David Lee calls Lucca into a meeting.

A former client who says he’s been “bouncing from one [firm] to the other” (which sort of explains why David Lee and Lucca would both have experience with this client who was at RBL a year ago?) is angry because he’s being defamed by a new play. He says his divorce is in the play and wants to sue.

Lucca ChumHums the playwright and recognizes him as a former associate. She brings the case to Adrian’s attention. Before Adrian understands that confidential info made it into the play, he talks about how you shouldn’t give satire oxygen because it will just go away. Easier said than done, huh, Adrian? 

They DID actually fire Alan North for drug use last year. We never saw the actor but his firing was referenced as precedent for firing Maia. Thanks Alan, I guess? 

(Right, I used to spend most of these recaps complaining about Maia! It is very nice not to be doing that anymore.)

Adrian jumps into the case to prevent the client from suing RBL.

We have to see the scene that ended the last episode again. That’s a little clumsy. Maybe trim the stuff we’ve already seen in an episode that’s this long? 

How does Jay POSSIBLY know that one specific dude up at STRL is blocking Diane from searching “What is Memo 618” on Bar-Swarm? I have questions.

Diane immediately heads upstairs to ask this dude about Memo 618. Jay wonders if that’s smart and Diane doesn’t care. As I said to an anon earlier, I feel like now is the time to get a journalist on the case.

Even though Diane storms upstairs uninvited, she’s told “they’re waiting for you.” Creepy.

Diane meets a lot of people, including Bryan Kneef (of internet blocking fame) and a dude who won’t stop hiccuping. 

Oh GOD are we going to have to hear one of these stupid stories from Mr. Firth in every single episode? No fucking wonder this episode is so long. 

Bryan is mad at Diane for poaching his clients. Diane has no idea what he’s talking about. Diane seems to know that her investigator is checking his clients to figure out why he’s blocking her internet. Does Diane actually know Jay is investigating his clients? Or is she just assuming that’s how he found out who was doing the blocking? Because literally as soon as Diane heard Kneef’s name she ran upstairs; there would be no time for her or Jay to begin looking into his clients. 

Mr. Firth asks for Diane not to steal Kneef’s clients and Kneef not to block Diane’s internet access. They agree, but it’s clear neither of them are going to stop doing what they were doing. 

Jay discovers that one of Kneef’s cases disappeared… when he was losing.

Oh, Caleb’s last name is Garlin, not Garland. Noted. Also, I think I mistakenly said STRL was British a few weeks ago. It doesn’t appear to be. 

Marissa bothers Caleb again and asks him to tell her a joke. He does, but she’s unimpressed. 

Caleb has a photographic memory. I like Caleb so far. I feel like he’s kind of what they wanted Finn to be-- a charming good guy. But we’ll see; it’s early yet. 

Caleb gives Diane the number of a legal code the judge needed to review. In a sequence that goes on 30 seconds too long, Diane discovers this code redirects to another code, which redirects right back endlessly. Fun! 

When Diane goes to check a physical book, she discovers all the legal books are fake. Sounds about right. 

Ah, this terrible attorney who hits on young women is back because of reasons related to the other case that disappeared. Marissa is now helping Diane with her 618 quest, maybe because she’s met this creep before?

Diane offers to represent him (he’s being sued for doing a shitty job on disappearing case).

Meanwhile, Adrian and Charlotte go to see “Cocksucker in Chains”, which turns out to be about an African American firm populated by characters who are clearly supposed to be the RBL partners. Julius narrates the play, Adrian likes to be dominated by the Diane character while roleplaying a slave to Diane’s dominatrix (yikes), etc. Adrian is named “Aiden” and Diane is “Dana”. This seems like a good time to remind you all of the original TGW character names from the Pilot outline: Alicia Follick, David Follick (and David Follick Jr.!!!), Dawna Lockhart, and Will Garvin.

The first time through, I was appreciative (and shocked) we got so few scenes from the play. Usually if the Kings have a device like this, we tend to get… more of the device than is necessary. Y’all know how this one turns out. 

This play, from what we see of it, looks kind of terrible. That said, I think it’s SUPER realistic, and interesting, that a low-level black associate would see all the white people coming into the firm as “dominating” a black man who gets off on being submissive. I don’t think that’s an accurate characterization of Adrian’s actions but if you don’t know his reasoning or how things played out, it absolutely could seem like Diane has all the power. And I imagine that young, idealistic lawyers who signed on to work at a firm that was proudly all-black would not have been thrilled by Diane’s sudden appearance and all of the changes that followed. Remember how in season one RBL had things it stood for and then Barbara left and then all it stood for was money?

Relatedly, remember that little throwaway line about how Barbara donated MORE money to HRC than Diane Lockhart did? Heh.

Adrian, as the episode title indicates, DOES NOT LIKE BEING SATIRIZED and tells Lucca they need to shut the play down. That escalated quickly.

Please explain to me how I accidentally memorized the name of the actor playing Kovac but didn’t memorize the character’s name. 

Diane tells Liz and Adrian about her latest Memo 618 adventure and Adrian keeps asking why this matters. “I’m not asking for your permission; I’m just filling you in,” Diane notes. “Maybe you should be asking for our permission,” Adrian counters because he does not want to be dominated by Diane. “Maybe. But I’m not,” she responds.

Liz thinks that Adrian acted weirdly. Adrian explains he doesn’t like how Diane insinuates she can overrule them. Liz has no idea what Adrian is talking about. So he explains the play. Liz still doesn’t think it’s a big deal and asks to take it over.

She then gets Caleb involved-- I guess Lucca is just done working now? Okay? It was nice to have Lucca scenes in this episode while it lasted!!! 

Liz and Caleb go to see the play and now we get to see the scenes where Liz is satirized. Fake Liz sings, because of COURSE they are going to have the FAKE version of her sing. Her song is about how her daddy is a sexual predator. It’s quite upsetting.

Liz and Caleb stay for a Q&A in which the playwright says the client in the play was “based on” (not “inspired by”). (Actually this happens after my second bullet but meh)

Then there’s a white woman who goes on a rant that feels too ridiculous to be true but apparently it’s lifted almost verbatim from an actual incident that happened at a Slave Play Q&A (I am not New York enough to have gotten the reference without the internet’s help). 

Monica is back! Yay Monica! Nikki just needs to show up on Evil next season and she’ll have been on every Kings show. 

Blah blah 618 blah blah. I don’t dislike this arc but I don’t have much to say about it. Like, I get it, corporations are powerful and the law is fake and this is a way of commenting on the insanity of the world while backing away from the politics. But other than saying that and enjoying the twists and turns… I don’t have anything to add.

Man, I miss character based drama. That’s not a criticism of the show, but this recap format is way less interesting (to write, and probably to read) when I don’t have anything to sink my teeth into.

Adrian doesn’t want to settle because now Adrian is mad. The client gets what he wants and Adrian insists they keep going. I mean, if the episode stopped now it would be a reasonable, even short, episode, and we’ve got fifty seven whole minutes to fill..

Liz is also on board to prolong the case. Lucca, who actually has perspective, tells Adrian he’s not acting in the client’s best interest. Adrian denies it. LOL, sure. 

At this exact moment Lucca receives (and looks at) a text from Bianca, who is still pursuing her. Tempting.

Liz asks Marissa if she’s heard of Cocksucker in Chains. She has, and she is getting a “gang” together to go see it, because of course she is.

David Lee enjoys the play. Diane and Kurt, less so. Julius and his wife do not like it at all. Also apparently we HAD seen Julius’s wife before and I somehow FORGOT?????

Play!Julius monologuing about justice makes Real!Julius reevaluate his decisions. 

Then we get into this weird Diane and Kurt sex plot that is kind of about the idea of problematic kinks (like getting off on watching a fake version of your white wife whip a black man) but is mostly just an excuse for fanservice in the form of Christine Baranski in sexy get-ups. She’s got an amazing figure, but does that alone justify this subplot? (I say no.)

(Also I’d be way more invested in a plotline about McHart’s sex life if it didn’t begin and conclude in the back half of a single episode. It’s sparked by the play-- not any ongoing issues-- and concludes in a cute way so to me it is… nothing.)

Marissa goes undercover as a playwright. Everyone in the group dislikes the writer of Cocksucker in Chains… a lot. They hand over the drafts easily.

Liz and Caleb spend a late night reading smut said by fake Liz in an early draft script to each other. Over it already. I was never a fan of boss/employee plots, and in this era, with this character who has SO MUCH potential but never really gets plotlines of her own, I have zero patience for this bullshit. Liz deserves better.

What really confuses me is that somehow Liz/Caleb is supposed to be about… investigating what interracial relationships are like???? If they’re so insistent on showing this can’t they… do something other than this? Random stranger at a bar?

I do not like this thing that is happening to Liz where whenever she gets a plot of her own it’s about fucking someone she shouldn’t be fucking. I haven’t forgotten what the writers did to Geneva Pine in late season seven for LITERALLY NO REASON. 

Liz would not flirt with an employee. Like, just stop. Liz has spent the last year coming to terms with her father being a serial assailant and we are going to deal with that by… having her make eyes at Caleb? That is not interesting or complicated.

And, tbh, it’s especially insulting to Liz when none of this feels motivated in character and ALL of it feels motivated in “we need a sexy forbidden romance so we can explore themes.” Get this plot away from Liz. 

This episode is too long, in case I haven’t already said that enough times.

And now the scene in which Bryan Kneef, the latest Rebel Dude Lawyer, says the word “ass” many times. I repeat: this episode is too long. 

Mr. Firth talks to Diane about pursuing 618. I don’t understand Mr. Firth’s deal. Why does he let Diane continue? Is he just a person who happens to be powerful who is actually trying to do a fair job and be understanding? This show just doesn’t have characters like that so you see why I am skeptical.

Again with the window washers. Of all the symbols of the problems with office life, this one?! (It plays especially poorly right now-- I wish that my biggest problem with my workspace was that there are people cleaning the windows to make my view nicer and not, you know, that my current workspace is my bedroom.) 

Firth goes to see Lucca next. Lucca says she doesn’t like her new standing desk. Wait. They got desks that are standing ONLY without consulting the employees? 

This scene is succeeding in making me miss the standing desk that I’ve only ever used as a standing desk, like, twice. 

No one on this show has a monitor at their desk. I wonder if that’s true to life for law firms. 

Now Bianca has found a way to make it part of Lucca’s JOB to come hang out at the beach and this is making me uncomfortable. Firth tells Lucca to go, even though Lucca shares her concern that Bianca just wants a friend. Firth somehow has a similar story to share and tells Lucca “the rich are not like us.” K. Sure. Maybe we can get away with calling Lucca well-off instead of rich but Firth? Rich. Maybe not ultra wealthy but dude is rich. 

SERIOUSLY what is with the window washers?

Enjoy this scene of Diane the dominatrix, fans. It’s here for you. 

(I don’t mean that snarkily against fans. I mean that snarkily against the show.)

The stock footage clip with the moon over Chicago is one of the more interesting stock footage clips I’ve seen the show use (plus it actually looks like the neighborhood Diane would live in!)

Oh I am just so thrilled that at the 44 minute mark, we are starting to do a series of unnecessary scenes in which the characters converse with their actor counterparts. What a good use of time.

And the sad thing is that I should like this device… but I don’t. None of this is actually building up the characters for me? How invested can I be in Diane and Kurt’s sex life problems when I’ve known about them for less than half of the episode? How interested can I be in deconstructing 

And I don’t need a scene of Julius debating if he should be honest or not, because the scene of him watching the play was enough to make me understand he’s having doubts about complying with 618.

And you know what I REALLY, TRULY, DO NOT NEED? ALL OF THIS ATROCIOUS LIZ/CALEB PLOT. 

Why is Play Liz so horny? What about Real Liz made the playwright write Liz to be like this? And if it’s not accurate, why is it getting under Liz’s skin like this? I get the Diane one because it was a turn-on and it makes Diane wonder about dominating (outside of the bedroom, too). I get the Adrian one because I mean holy shit that’s a big claim to make. And I get the Julius one because Julius loves to be the voice of reason/hear his own voice and feels like a hypocrite. But Liz? What the fuck is this nonsense?

Liz saying “I’m his boss” and talking about HR does not excuse the fact that we are pretending a boss/employee romance is a good plotline in 2020. And I’m so confused about why THIS is the way they are choosing to explore an interracial relationship.

I have watched TV shows before so obviously as soon as I saw Liz get on the elevator, I knew from the fact that we were watching her leave… she wasn’t going to leave. She was going to go and fuck her employee. Great writing guys. 

This also managed to remind me of all my anger at the Red Team Blue Team Willicia kiss (they previewed it as a sneak peak and I was excited that it it didn’t end with them kissing because that’s so cliche… then I watched the episode and I’m still furious about it in season four of the spinoff.) so thanks for that too, writers. 

Why is Fake Liz’s stupid song so goddamn long? 

“Oh God help me,” Liz says as she knowingly goes to make an incredibly stupid decision I have NOT A SINGLE REASON to believe she would make. But this is The Good Fight, and on The Good Fight we care about plot more than characters. 

(Oh. I am in a bad mood.) 

The client wants out of the suit because… I mean, duh? He got what he wanted and this should have stopped at like the 20 minute mark?

If I never had to see another one of these “boss and employee awkwardly talk in the office about how it’s nbd they fucked last night” scenes again I would be OVER THE MOON. I watched all of Willicia and I will rewatch all of Willicia, is that not enough?! 

I do like Caleb so far, but man, that just makes this worse! I like Caleb and I like Liz and maybe I could even like them together but I am so furious they’re doing the boss/employee thing it just makes me sad to see this happen to characters I like. 

Diane is now circling the word “ass” in transcripts of the deposition, but the suit’s been dropped because the suit was settled for 1.8 million. (I am sure that’s a lot to the victim and absolutely nothing to the corporation.) 

Also Kovac brings Diane a bird because WE LOVE WACKINESS ON THE GOOD FIGHT. 

And now for a scene in which a mysterious visitor gives Kurt a warning to stop Diane from pursuing something dangerous. I thought we were done with this. This shit is what I hated about the Book Club arc in season three: the stakes got too high for me to take it seriously. They run the risk of doing the same with Memo 618. Keep it small scale. 

Kurt tells Diane about his visitor, and Kurt and Diane both recognize that this is similar to what happened last year, so at least there’s continuity. 

Diane says this isn’t about politics. I mean. Not overtly. But that’s the point. This whole arc is a thinly veiled way of exploring how the legal system breaks down when there’s no enforcement, and lack of enforcement is tied to politics, so… is this really as apolitical as Diane wants it to seem? Certainly it’s less political than Book Club but I don’t think a radical group should be the benchmark.

Diane promises she’ll drop 618, then gets an idea to spice up her sex life by modifying her dominatrix costume into a sexy cowgirl costume. (Diane is not going to drop 618. This is episode 4.)

Did Diane just grab a gun from the bathroom? Why are there guns in the bathroom? I guess it makes sense if she was planning this.

Oh and that’s the end of the episode!!! I DID IT!!!! I MADE IT THROUGH HIS EPISODE A SECOND TIME!

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Why thank you @beccabarba - I am glad everyone sees the light that is Bryan Kneef. I certainly hope he gets more screen time in s5. Imagine all the stories that may come about?!

Bryan Kneef in The Good Fight 4x04

Finally have time to watch this episode lol. And shout out to @beccabarba and @prurientpuddlejumper , it was their fics of Bryan Kneef that motivate me to make these. Their works are amazing! You should check it out!

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I fixed it.

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Requesting Bryan with: “I want to give you a hickey, so everyone can see how I feel about you.” Spanks!

Bryan kneef x reader

Implied smut, usual dirty talk and Dom Bryan as usual

You’d been sleeping with Bryan for over a month now. It started out on a day you ran out of work appropriate shirts, stuck wearing one that would’ve been okay if your chest wasn’t as big, but now it left little to the imagination. You caught Bryan’s eyes lingering on you longer than normal, not hearing the words that were coming out of your mouth until you snapped your fingers at him and he came jumping back to reality. He offered you a drink and next thing you knew you were on your knees between his legs.

A couple of date nights, lavish restaurants, fancy gifts, overpriced wines all ending in his bed tangled in his sheets while the two of you fucked for hours on end until you were completely out of energy. It wasn’t anything serious, but it also wasn’t a huge secret or anything, and you didn’t mind either. You weren’t going to complain about the added work benefit of being able to get railed over your bosses desk at any hour of the day.

Currently you were supposed to be getting ready for a silent auction but instead found yourself pinned to the bathroom counter, Bryan’s hands tugging the neckline of your dress down to squeeze at your tits as he rolled his hips against you from behind. You let out a groan when his lips hit the exposed skin of your neck, trailing down to your pulse point where his teeth sunk in and your eyes fluttered shut, your head lolling back onto his shoulder to give him even better access.

“We’ve got to get going….” You murmured, a gasp escaping your lips as he pinched at your nipples.

“Nothing wrong with being fashionably late.” He replied, mouth making a home against your neck.

“We don’t have time to fuck again and you know it.”

“I’ve got all the time I need for this.” His tongue swiped across your skin, soothing the burn left by his teeth. “C’mon, let daddy have a little fun.”

“Thought I already did that today.” You whined back, “four times.”

“Just one little bit more.” He bit your neck again before sucking the tender skin between his lips and squeezing at your chest again and you let out another moan.

“What are you doing?!”

“I want to give you a hickey so everyone can see how I feel about you.” His voice ghosted over your skin, his breath making you break out in goosebumps, “look so fucking hot kitten, can’t have all those slimy men hitting on you when you belong to daddy.”

“It’s not like I’m going to forget with your cum dripping out of me.” You murmured back, a hand sliding into his hair, tugging at the roots and he chuckled darkly.

“They can’t see that though.” One final long and heavy suck before he bit you again, then used a tissue to wipe the dampness away from your neck before putting your dress back in the proper place, watching the way your skin darkened, “that should do the trick.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You shot him a glare through the mirror, taking a moment to fix your hair and reapply your lipstick before you turned and kissed him gently. “But i guess i can let it slide as long as you promise to fuck me in the bathroom later.”

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I'd like to throw my hat in the ring... I have a weakness for praise kink lol, can you write a fic with dominant Bryan Kneef x reader and the rest I'll leave it to your amazing imagination lol thank you 😘

I gotchu boo

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Happy (American) Thanksgiving and happy Thursday my lovelies. Enjoy this fic where reader gets creampied and then some by Bryan Kneef.

Stuffing the Nanny

Bryan Kneef x Reader. CW: 18+ for smut, language. AN: part of the nanny series.

AN2: this is a day late (better late than never right?) but I’ve been sick + also newborn baby.

WC: 1865

Bryan didn’t ever care for holidays. However, the appearance of being well off and successful was important. Along with the appearance of a perfect family with the big house, fancy toys, well dressed kids, and large piles of gifts.

Thanks to the help of an interior decorator team, the Kneef home was decked to the nines for the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday. Rich green spruce garland, entwined with twinkling lights was hung around the home. The fireplace was decorated with dried citrus garland while bleached pine cones decorated the mantle. On the main dining room table sat a cornucopia centerpiece filled with a mix of ripe hedgerow fruits, wheat and flowers.

Having children completely changed that. He was given the ability to see the holidays through their perspective. He hated to admit it, but it made him misty eyed to see how their eyes lit up during the holidays.

So when Bryan told you that he was arranging for Thanksgiving dinner with some Michelin rated chef, you scoffed.

“Why would you hire someone when we can do it ourselves? It’s more fun that way and you can build some real memories.” You asked one morning as you packed the kids' lunches.

“I don’t know. It’s such a mess and such a hassle.” Bryan replied, rolling his eyes.

You zipped the lunchboxes and made your way to Bryan who was standing by the sink chugging the remainder of his mug. Droplets of coffee dripped onto his pristine white shirt. Bryan let out a swear and began to unbutton his shirt.

“Oh I can take care of that.” You reached for the bottle of club soda in the pantry and opened it. You grabbed the washcloth by the sink and wet it with the club soda and dabbed at his shirt.

Bryan’s hand covered yours, pausing your actions. He looked at you with a crooked smile. “Okay, we’ll do it ourselves.”

You smiled as you leaned up to Bryan’s ear. “And maybe once we’re done stuffing the turkey, you can stuff me.”

Bryan let out a growl and grabbed your ass tightly, as he brought you closer to him. With his free hand, he gripped your chin making sure your gaze was on him. He kissed you hard, his lips mashing against yours. His tongue swept over your bottom lip, urgently seeking entrance. A soft moan escaped your mouth as you allowed for the kiss to deepen. You wrapped your arms around Bryan’s neck and you remained kissing until the sound of thundering steps from the stairs forced the two of you apart. You were both breathless and Bryan’s eyes were dark and stormy with lust.

“Oh I plan on it.”

**

The house was filled with the smells of Thanksgiving - fresh bread baking, cinnamon, and roasted turkey. The stand mixer was busily whirling, mashing potatoes. Christmas music played, adding to the cacophony of sounds.

Dressed in a faded Northwestern Law shirt and grey sweats, Bryan rubbed his eyes sleepily as he shuffled his way into the bustling kitchen. Sandrine was standing on a step stool, stirring a steaming pot while Jasper measured out flour into a bowl.

“Morning sleepyhead.” You brightly greeted. “Was wondering when you’d get up. There’s coffee in the carafe and fresh cinnamon rolls on the table. The kids iced them.”

Bryan looked over at the kids who were laser focused at their tasks.

“Hi daddy.” Sandrine called out. “I think the custard is done.”

You wiped your hands on your apron and leaned over where Sandrine was. “You’re right. I’ll take it off the stove.”

Bryan sat at the table and poured himself a cup of coffee. “What time did you get up?” He grimaced as he took a sip. “What is this?”

“Spiced coffee. And I got up very early. You, on the other hand, came to bed late. If we waited for you, we’d never have anything done on time.”

“I had to finish a brief.” Bryan grumbled. He eyed the chaotic kitchen with a sink filled to the brim with dishes and pans, a pot bubbling over on the stove and flour spilt on the floor. “This is why I wanted to outsource Thanksgiving dinner.”

“Daddy, this is so much fun!” Jasper exclaimed. “I love cooking!”

Bryan nodded, his brows slightly raised before taking another sip of coffee. He reached for the creamer and poured some in. He made his way through the kitchen and pressed kisses on the heads of Sandrine and Jasper.

You looked up briefly, catching the sentimental sight, and smiled before returning your focus to the apples you were chopping.

Bryan made his way to you and pressed himself against you from behind, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’ve got a knife in my hand y’know.” You remarked, setting the sharp blade down.

“Mmm, I didn’t know that was a kink you had.” Bryan purred.You pressed your ass against him, feeling his cock harden. Bryan pressed against you harder, dropping his mouth to your ear. “Such a slut for teasing daddy.” His voice was low and gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine. The knife fell out of your hand with a clatter onto the counter.

His hand trailed from the curve of your hip upwards, before grabbing a fistful of hair and giving a firm, but gentle, tug.

You felt your cheeks grow hot and you turned around. “You know you love it.”

Knowing the children were still around, you playfully shoved his chest. “Go shower and then come back. I’ll show you how to make a lattice pie crust.”

**

Dinner was a huge hit with plenty of leftovers. Each one of you went around sharing what you were thankful for. After, you all settled in the living room to watch “How the Grinch Stole Christmas.” The children overdid themselves on apple pie and ice cream and eventually, you and Bryan had to carry them to bed.

You shut the door behind you with a gentle click, before breathing a sigh of relief. You turned to Bryan. “Hoping you still have room to stuff me.”

Bryan grabbed your hand with his and began to pull you towards the bedroom. “You bet your sweet ass.”

**

Your actions were frenzied, making quick work of removing your clothes. Bryan was following suit, clothes landing in heaps along the floor. You plopped yourself onto the bed and curled your finger towards Bryan.

Bryan climbed over you and you wrapped your legs around him as you pulled him down into a kiss. Bryan’s cock was hard, and he lazily rocked his hips against your slick pussy, as the two of you remained locked in a kiss.

Your hands gripped his arms, appreciating the way his muscles flexed and twitched under his touch. Bryan’s mouth moved to your neck, nipping and you rocked your hips upwards, desperate for more friction.

“Fuck me,” you breathed when the kiss broke. “Give it to me daddy.”

Bryan groaned against you. “Turn over.” You nodded and Bryan moved into a kneeling position so you could have room to move. You braced yourself on all fours, anxiously awaiting his next move. You felt the bed dip slightly and then you felt Bryan’s hands on your ass, grabbing handfuls of your flesh.

You let out a gasp as you felt Bryan’s mouth against your most intimate parts. With the flat of his tongue, Bryan lapped at your slit. He inhaled your scent, musky and sweet before diving his tongue deeper. You were already wet when he started, and as he ate you out, you only got wetter. Bryan thrusted his tongue into your cunt as far as it could go, your arousal flooding his mouth. You let out encouraging groans and moans as Bryan worked you with his tongue. He took a brief break, replacing it with two of his fingers. His fingers thrusted in and out of your slick sheath and you rocked against him.

You clenched the sheets, feeling the pleasure course through your body. Bryan added another finger, stretching you in preparation of his cock.

Curling his fingers, he massaged your sweet spot deep inside you. Your legs quivered and the walls of your cunt fluttered as your orgasm overtook you. Bryan gripped your hips harder to hold your cunt against his mouth and shook his head. Waves of pleasure coursed through you as he licked you through your climax. Bryan let out a muffled groan as your arousal soaked his beard and fingers.

You barely had a chance to recover as Bryan pulled into a kneeling position, rubbing his cock against your slit. You let out a gasp as he bottomed out, your pussy greedily gripping him. You felt his balls against your body and knew he was as deep as he could go.

You pushed back, encouraging him to start moving. “Please.”

Bryan let out a grunt but he acquiesced, lazily pumping in and out of you. A smack landed on your ass and you keened in response. Two subsequent spanks followed, each slightly harder than the other. The sound of hips slapping on ass filled the room.

“God I love your ass.” Bryan murmured as he looked down to watch his cock disappear in and out of you.

You let out obscene moans as he increased his tempo, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He fucked you mercilessly, hard and fast. “Fuck, don’t stop, gonna cum again.”

Bryan let out a grunt. “Come for me sweetheart. Sounds so pretty when you come.”

You let out a wrecked moan, losing yourself in the pleasure. Bryan leaned over your body and reached for your hair. He gripped your hair, wrapping it around his fist into a ponytail and tugged. You cried out in response.

With his free hand, Bryan reached around you and dragged the rough pad of his thumb over your clit. You dropped your head, feeling him hit that sweet spot inside every time without fail. Your walls fluttered around his cock and you knew you were at the precipice.

The pressure popped, the feeling washing over you as you came undone, vision flashing white. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m coming!”

“That’s it, cum on my cock.” Bryan growled as he felt his balls tighten. His thrusts became erratic as he chased his own release. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. So perfect.” He gasped as he stilled, shooting his release and painting your walls.

“Give it to me, I need it.” You begged. You reached beneath and rubbed your clit, feeling another orgasm begin. It washed over you easily and your cunt gripped Bryan’s cock once more, squeezing out the remainder of his milky release.

Your bodies were coated with a sheen of sweat. Bryan waited a beat before kissing the back of your shoulder and then withdrew, plopping on his back. You shifted so you were just on your knees. Bryan reached for you and you hovered over him just enough to let his gaze roam over your face. You smiled and leaned down to kiss him softly before you rested your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around you. Bryan let out a deeply satisfied sigh.

“Happy Thanksgiving.”

FIN.

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Hi !

“Get back down here, we’re not done yet.” + Bryan Kneef pretty please ? Thank you!

Combining this with @storiesofsvu’s request:

“Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.” with Bryan + brat!reader!

Bryan slammed the door after him. He called for your name loudly. You bounded down the stairs, calling out a “yes?” in an overtly sweet voice.

You knew sending Bryan nudes and dirty texts while he was at lunch with his parents was risky, but you lived to rile him up. Bryan drank in the sight of you, in very skimpy lingerie that left little to the imagination. He was already worked up and he felt all remaining blood rush southward to his cock.

“Want to explain these texts?” Bryan lifted his cell, swiping through the pictures you sent.

“No.” You shrugged. “Not really.” You turned to go up the stairs when you heard him again.

“Get back down here, we’re not done yet.”

You rolled your eyes at Bryan. “Is this going to take long? I have things to do that aren’t you.”

You had to bite your cheek from giggling. You loved being a brat with Bryan. As a lawyer, he was already naturally inclined to dom. And as you and him explored your relationship, you found it was natural to be bratty with him.

Bryan began to undress. “It’s going to take however long I decide to.” He stood in his boxers, a tent already evident.

You yawned. “I’m tired.”

Bryan took a few long strides towards you. He used his thumb so that you could face him.

“Talking back to daddy, kitten? You know what happens when you do.”

You give him a lascivious smile. “I don’t recall, remind me please.”

Bryan placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you firmly down so that your face was level with his cock. He pushed down his boxers and you felt yourself grow wet at the sight of his thick, meaty, veiny cock.

“Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.”

He tapped his cock on your mouth. “I know you can be a good girl. Open up nice and wide.”

You did as told and your eyes fluttered closed as his cock slid into your mouth until he was fully seated, the coarse hairs tickling your nose.

His hands gripped your hair tightly and he began to fuck your mouth roughly. “That’s it, take it all.”

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Journey to the Past Ch 27

Bryan Kneef x reader no real warnings, mainly fluff, Bry and reader playing house and gaining that work home balance.

As it turned out, the weekend babysitting went far better than either of you had expected, both of you able to keep up with the kids, keep them entertained, happy, fed and with only one minor meltdown. It was certainly a different sight to see Bryan playing caregiver, scooping up the Carson to point out where the monkeys were swinging though the trees, bright smiles on both their cheeks. You felt the warmth coursing through your chest and down into your bones, if you hadn’t already been pregnant, it definitely would’ve been the day you told Bryan you wanted a family with him. He didn’t have to say it, but the entire experience made him feel the same way, seeing the way Emma latched onto you rather than just imagining it, he knew that he was ready for this and couldn’t wait to see you with your own child in your arms. As much as he had been teasing about wanting a boy, he was secretly praying that he would get a daughter, a mini copy of you, one that he could dote on and spoil for the rest of his life.

You’d decided to make sure Nate had as much time with his wife as possible and even some time on his own to try and decompress, keeping the kids out of the house until past dinner on Saturday. You offered to help get them to sleep and at first he declined but Emma overheard and you were dragged into the house so she could quickly show off her room and favourite stuffies before being reminded that it was bedtime. You made sure her face was washed and teeth were brushed before tucking her in to read her a story. When you finally had her door quietly shut and retreated back to the living room Nate thanked the two of you and offered you the same drink he’d offered Bryan while the two of them waited for you. You politely declined and when his brow furrowed, reminding you it was a nineteen year bottle of scotch you revealed your secret and you left that evening with a warm congratulations from him.

Things had gone so well that after only an hour of cartoons on Sunday the kids were asking for you again rather than spending the afternoon in the hospital daycare. You weren’t about to say no to helping out and spent the day split between lunch out, the aquarium and their favourite neighbourhood park. Once you’d successfully tuckered them out you returned back to the house, thankful for the key Nate had left you. He’d mentioned that he was likely spending into the evening at the hospital and you assured him you’d stay with the kids until he got back, no need to call an actual sitter.

Bryan started to explore around in the kitchen, familiarizing himself and picking out something for dinner, taking the time to clean out the fridge of all the expired items. His mind drifted back to the thoughts he’d had before the weekend, of raising a kid without support and he realized just how much becoming a parent was changing so many of his opinions and views. He pulled out his phone, plugging in a grocery order that should’ve been enough to last a couple of weeks of things Nate could easily toss together or simply microwave while still being healthy and satisfying.

Down the hall he knew your original intention was just to get the kids changed out of the messy clothes, maybe do some light playing or reading while he got dinner ready. But now he could hear you encouraging them to tidy up the playroom and their own rooms, with promises of extra cookies with dessert. Looking around the living room he realized just how much had gotten the best of Nate over the last little bit, there was no doubt he was still working as much as possible and being a top senior attorney was a heavy enough workload without two kids to take care of. He set a timer on the oven for the chicken and set his way around the main part of the house, cleaning and picking things up as he went. Distracted with his task and lost in his head he didn’t hear you coming down the hallway, leaning against the hallway with a small smile on your face.

“What’re you up to?” You asked and he glanced up with a small laugh on his cheeks.

“Same thing as you I guess.” He replied, nodding toward the two sippy cups and a lone lunch bag in your hands. He collected a couple of coffee mugs from the living room, crossing back through to the kitchen to place them in the dishwasher as you did the same with the contents of the lunch bag. “Just figured the guy could use a hand right now.”

“Playing house isn’t so bad, right?” You chuckled and Bryan smiled, leaning in to steal a kiss, his hand briefly resting on your small bump.

“Picking garbage wouldn’t be so bad as long as I was doing it with you.”

“Okay, now you’re going to make me sick.” You laughed with a grimace and Bryan feigned offence. “How long til dinner? I was gonna throw a load of laundry in.”

“Should be ready in ten.” He pecked your cheek, “don’t overwork yourself.”

“Oh I expect a lovely foot rub and extra cuddles when we get home.”

“Done and done.”

*

It was nearly eight thirty by the time you heard keys in the front door and a very tired Nate rounded the corner to find you and Bryan in the kitchen. His eyes swept through the space, taking in the clean living room, blankets folded over the back of the couch, work files neatly piled, iPads plugged in and in the appropriate electronics bins. He could hear the rumble of the dryer in the distance, the click as the dishwasher locked and started up.

“Hey.” You glanced up with a smile from you spot at the sink, finishing up with the last of a few handwashed dishes, “kids are fed, tired out, stories have been read and both in bed. We skipped bath time, thought it might be weird.”

“And all this?” He asked, gesturing to the room, the amount of dishes he knew was more than what would have been just dinner.

“There are meals and snacks prepped for the rest of the week, both adult and kid friendly.” Bryan explained with a smile. “Just wanted to give a helping hand.”

“Hey,” you started, “don’t worry about it, gives us a little practice run of what our lives are going to be.”

“And?” Nate raised a brow with a chuckle.

“Exhausted would about sum it up.” Bryan laughed.

“Well at least you guys are starting with one, work your way up to it.” The other man laughed, clapping him on the shoulder, “thank you, for everything.”

“Course.” You smiled, “let us know if you need anything else, don’t be a stranger.”

“With help like this, I wouldn’t dream of it.” He smiled as the two of you started to collect your things, “and that offer extends both ways alright? I know how intense newborn stage can be.”

“Oh god.” You groaned, turning to Bryan, “get me home. I need to sleep all I can while I can.”

“Of course.” He chuckled, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss to your temple before the three of you all said goodnight and went your separate ways. True to his word when you got home Bryan got you situated in bed, first settling behind you, working out any tightness in your neck and shoulders, pressing gentle kisses to your skin as he did so. He got ready for bed himself, leaving you to turn on your latest television binge and when he came back he gave you he promised foot rub.

*

Your days went on like that, waking up together, sometimes with wandering hands as you begged Bryan to relieve your need for pleasure. He was never going to say no to that, often eager to slink down your body and bury his face between your legs, making you come over and over until his name was a prayer on your lips. If you didn’t have the extra time in the morning you’d usually end up together in the shower, a little bit of multi tasking while he rocked into you from behind, making sure you had seen stars before he sent you on your way for the day.

You both started to lose hours of the day, having almost too many things to do between work, preparation and doctor’s appointments. You worked from home as much as possible, Larissa either joining you in person or going over things over zoom. This way you were at least around to answer questions for the contractors Bryan had baby proofing the apartment. A few days after they were done you had Nate bring the kids over to go wild and figure out what else might be within reach of tiny hands that no one had realized and in return he treated the two of you to a night out.

Later in the week you found out that your fantastic poker skills and combined charisma back at Cherry Circle Room had indeed won over the Chicago Athletic Association as a joint client between firms, one that you and Bryan would be heading. Thankfully it didn’t add too much to the current work load but it did add a celebratory event at Cherry Circle, one that you wore something not so form fitting and Bryan made sure to keep your flute filled with ginger ale, your rocks glass secretly topped up with two fingers of iced tea instead.

As you moved into your next week of pregnancy you were definitely noticing you were having trouble fitting into your regular wardrobe, and in the ones that did still fit, it was becoming a little bit more obvious. Kim made a comment that she was sure you were about to pop bump wise any day and you let out the little huff, figuring that you should now tell your boss at the very least. Your plan was to work as late as you could and continue working from home after that but you didn’t want to be taking on any new major cases just in case something got dragged out months and you couldn’t take it to trial. You managed to keep it hush from the rest of the firm thanks to a few shifts in wardrobe and a quick shopping spree with Kim one afternoon. It wasn’t that you necessarily wanted to be keeping everything secret still, it was less of a tight lipped situation now but you knew the field you worked in and there was no way you wanted to be treated like less of an attorney simply because you had kids, especially before the baby was even born.

Bryan had attempted to make some feeble excuse that there was no way that would happen and all you had to do was raise a brow in his direction and he immediately shut up. He knew what his opinion would have been in the past, he had thought people (especially women) who chose the family life were weak, how were you supposed to be a cutthroat lawyer if you had to leave work early for a kid emergency constantly? He’d watched more than a few women at STR who were on their way to success end up dropping out of the race when they had kids, so he shut up really quick and didn’t push the matter. Though he did bring up that his opinion on it had changed recently, knowing just how much he wanted it, and how much work and time went into raising a family. He also knew just how cutthroat you were; you were already incredibly established in the city and your commitment to the job was prevalent. The two of you had already discussed plans for nannies and were set to start interviewing some in the coming weeks so they could be bonded right from the start and comfortable with the two of you.

In return you cast him a look with a less intimidating brow still raised and he chuckled, pressing a loving kiss to your cheek and nudging you towards the living room to go sit down so he could finish dinner.

The next morning you both got a surprise when Bryan’s phone rang halfway through Sunday brunch, the very heavy, convoluted and publicized case that had been sitting in limbo for what felt like months was finally going to trial. Plates were immediately boxed up so he could head home to make sure he had everything prepped. He reluctantly called Amber and his second chair to start going through arguments, witnesses and the like to seal any holes, cracks or worries in the case. You were a second set of fresh eyes going over everything for the first time for help until you left them to it, retiring for an afternoon nap.

By the time Bryan woke you for dinner it was practically nine. He apologised profusely for it being so late but wanted to make sure that you ate. You assured him with a soft smile that it was fine, you likely would’ve woken up in the middle of the night otherwise. He’d ordered Italian, making sure you got your share of whatever you wanted and felt a sense of pride soothe through him as you reached out, squeezing at his hand before pulling the case files toward you to see what you’d missed out on.

There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that the two of you were the ultimate pair, an incredible power couple with a wonderful future ahead of them. That you were going to be the most wonderful mother and that you would be able to balance the job and home life better than anyone he knew. He only hoped that it would rub off on him too, but the worry faded away as he gazed over at you, watching the way your hand caressed the little bump on your stomach while your free hand made notes on his work.

It turned out that sometimes, no matter how long it took, it really was worth the wait.   

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Accident and Fortuity

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Rating: NSFW/18+ for kissing, smut (male & female oral, fingerbanging; p in v penetration), talk about birth control in varying forms; salty sailor language.

AN: For Wet Hot Summer Bingo hosted by @melk917 @lannister-slings-and-arrows & @pascalispretty [camping square]

AN2: S/O to @beccabarba for all of your help

WC: 4.1K

Looking back, you should have paid more attention to the campground pamphlet. Or the deeply discounted single room ticket. At the time it seemed like a too good to be true kind of deal - a weeklong yoga retreat in the tropics. Hindsight after all, is twenty twenty. It wasn’t until you arrived at the campsite that you realized you were at a couples intimacy retreat.

You had hoped that this vacation would be exactly what you needed to release some much needed stress. Instead you were eating a granola bar, semi-hiding behind a large tree, watching everyone gather around the bonfire.

While signing in, you spoke with one of the group leaders who kindly (and maybe pitifully) explained that while there would be focus on tantra, the retreat emphasized connection with yourself or with others. You hoped the latter was true and the week wouldn’t be as mortifying as you built in your head.

There was the sound of footsteps behind you. You turned around and locked eyes with a pair of intense green eyes, which belonged to an obscenely handsome man. He was slightly taller than you with dark, but greying hair and a neatly trimmed beard that matched. He had broad shoulders and the T-shirt he wore clung to his upper body, showing off a thick, solid physique. The v-neck of his shirt hinted at a broad chest dusted with hair. His shorts were fitted and shorter than what other men around were wearing. His lips curved upwards in a smile before speaking.

“You know Kind bars are just glorified candy bars, right?”

You shrugged. “This is all I’ve got, you’re not taking this from me.”

The man laughed and then extended his hand. “Bryan Kneef.”

You smiled back and took his hand, introducing yourself. You jutted your head towards the bonfire. “Aren’t you going to go join the group?”

Bryan snorted. “Can’t join the group if I’m all by myself.”

“No kidding, so am I.”

Bryan nodded. “Girlfriend was supposed to meet me here and well, she ended it over text while I was already halfway here.”

You let out a low whistle. “Sorry, that sucks. So why are you staying?”

Bryan shrugged and looked you over. You were attractive to him. Your hair, your eyes, full lips, the curve of your waist, thick thighs and broad hips. The cropped tee, leggings and high pony-tail look that you were sporting made you look like you were coming off an 80s fitness video. Still, he’d bang you. You lacked the shiny tautness of someone who frequented aestheticians and he found that refreshing. Your lips were lush and he wondered if they were as soft as they appeared.

“I already have the time off. I paid too much for this trip anyway. What’s your deal?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “I didn’t realize it was a sex retreat when I signed up. I was just looking for a week of yoga and disconnecting from social media.”

Bryan let out an obnoxious laugh, which garnered the attention of some people in the circle. The main leader, Kamran walked over. “Please, make way to the circle.”

You and Bryan eyed each other warily and you let out a chuckle when he rolled his eyes. It appeared that everyone was coupled-up, sharing about their relationships and why they were at the retreat. The first day’s activity included journaling what goals you were hoping to achieve at the retreat followed by trust falls. The group gathered in a line and you were in front of Bryan. You turned to him.

“Don’t drop me.”

“I won’t drop you.”

“I’ll sue you if you do.”

Bryan laughed. “You realize I am a lawyer, right?”

You let out a laugh, not responding. It was now your turn. You stood in front of Bryan with your arms crossed and closed your eyes. You took a deep breath and just as you were about to go, Bryan interrupted your thoughts.

“You’re holding up the line sweetheart, just fall already.” His deep voice was dark and the timbre rolled over you warmly.

You swallowed hard, and then whipped your head to glare at him. His green eyes met yours, the gaze intense. Childishly, you stuck your tongue out. Bryan cocked his brow, as if to say ‘oh really’ and he smirked. You felt the impact of that gaze in the heat and wetness that gathered between your thighs.

Bryan would be remiss if he didn’t enjoy this interaction - granted he didn’t know you well, but as a lawyer, his job is to read people for who they truly are. You had a spark about you, something that made you seem playful, quick, but with a bratty, teasing side. All the other people he had been with who did unspeakable things at unspeakable hours all had the same personality that could be found in a fruit fly.

Bryan caught you, his big hands on the back of your rib cage. His firm grasp on you sent a bolt of pleasure throughout your body. As he brought you back to standing, you felt your cheeks warm. He lowered his mouth to your ear, letting out a quiet growl. “I wouldn’t dream of purposely hurting you sweetheart.” Your panties flooded again in response. Bryan rubbed a small circle on your back, enjoying how soft your skin was. He imagined how soft your skin was in other places.

By the time evening fell, you and Bryan were hitting it off as the third wheels. The last thought you had as you settled into sleep that night was how maybe the week won’t be as terrible as you thought. Sleep was futile on the shitty mattress and lack of air conditioning. Your back felt achy and you were sweating. Every once in a while you had to smack a mosquito off of you.

The next morning, you made your way outside after getting ready. The water pressure had been terrible so you still felt unclean. Someone had made coffee for the group and there were packets of oatmeal and fruit. You spotted Bryan sitting, having coffee. After getting some coffee of your own and a banana, you walked over to Bryan.

“Mind if I join?”

Bryan raked his eyes over you, taking in your exhausted appearance with dark circles under your eyes. “Not at all.”

You sat down and peeled your banana “How’d you sleep?”

Bryan grunted and you nodded. “I get it, same here.”

“I wonder what they’ll have us do today,” you continued. “Did your girl-ex I mean, give you any details about what to expect?”

Bryan shook his head. “She blathered about it but to be honest, I wasn’t listening.”

“No wonder she broke up with you,” you quipped before smacking your hand over your mouth. You felt your cheeks burn. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come off that way. I —“

Bryan smirked and held up a hand. “It’s fine, you’re not entirely wrong. My line of work doesn’t really allow for relationships. But yeah, I have no idea what’s in store for us.”

The day focused on a group discussion on the ‘roadblocks to orgasm’ which encouraged everyone to to dig deep into their past; pinpointing their difficulties in letting go. Thankfully no one called on you for answers. Bryan made sure to share his sexual prowess. You thought about how his hands felt on you as he regaled everyone. And just when you didn’t you could handle anymore insider knowledge, he had the audacity to wink at you.

The mortifying group time evolved into meditation and you were grateful for the quiet.

You had your eyes closed but the quiet didn’t last. Bryan was leaning over to you. “This is the saddest circle I've seen.”

“All right, everyone, let the sound of the bowls wash over you,” Kamran announced. “Let it cleanse you from head to toe and everywhere in-between.”

“These bowls got their work cut out for them,” Bryan continued to which you snorted in response. “I rather smoke a bowl.”

“Everyone, close your eyes and quiet the mind, and receive the healing vibrations. Let the sound bathe you. When you feel called to join the bowls, begin with a soft hum.”

“How are we gonna get out of this?” Bryan whispered.

“I'm not going anywhere,” you replied as you tried to focus your mind.

“Oh come on, you really going to stick this out?”

“What are we gonna do? We're in the middle of nowhere. Besides, you said you already spent the money. And I did too.”

Bryan grunted. “I’ve had enough anusara savasana vinyasa downward facing dog mumbo jumbo that’ll last me a lifetime. I am going to use the shitty reception we have and find another place. There has to be something better close by.”

“Well some of us are going to take the higher road.”

When you were roused by the sound of quiet knocking on your door, it was well into the next morning. It was still dark and you slowly shuffled to the door. You let out a yawn as you opened the door, finding Bryan fully dressed with his suitcase.

“What’s going on? Are you leaving?” You croaked. You frowned at the sound of your voice and tried to clear it.

Bryan nodded. “There’s a resort not too far, 5 star, all inclusive. Come with me.”

You were tempted by the idea of possible air conditioning. “I don’t know,” you replied, worrying your lower lip. “How are we getting out of here?”

“Gee whiz, why don’t you get into my invisible car?”

“Ha.” You thought it over - the idea of going off on an adventure with a hot stranger was titillating. The rest of the week without said person’s company would be awful. “How am I sure you’re not going to murder me?”

“I am not. I am an asshole but not a murderer. If I was going to murder someone, I’d hire someone. I’m not getting my hands dirty.”

Bryan saw the look of horror on your face and he was quick to reassure you. “I’m kidding, I’m joking.”

“Don’t quit your day job.” You replied dryly. After a beat, you continued. “Why can’t we leave in the morning? I need time to get my stuff together.”

Bryan shrugged. “Fine, in the morning. I’ll arrange for a cab.”

And in less than twelve hours, you were poolside basking in the sun, drink in hand. “Isn’t this much better?” Bryan asked. You agreed wholeheartedly.

Bryan was next to you, arms behind his head, resting his eyes. Thanks to a boutique inside the resort, you were now sporting a swimsuit. Bryan took notice of your attire and he had to will himself to not get an erection. And with his eyes closed he could ignore how the material barely covered you, highlighting your assets.

A member of the resort staff approached. “Mr. Kneef?”

Bryan opened his eyes. “Yes?”

“There is an issue we need to speak with you at the front desk.”

Bryan groaned as he stood. You used your hand to shield your eyes from the bright sun as you watched him walk away. His sinuous back muscles flexed and rippled and you had to clench your thighs together, desperate need growing. You wanted Bryan badly and figured a little hookup would be perfect. The attraction seemed mutual as you figured why else would he invite you along.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the sound of the outdoors. A shadow came over you and you opened your eyes to see Bryan standing over you.

“There’s a small issue with the room.”

“What is it?” You sat up straighter in the lounge chair.

“There’s only one room sweetheart. Computer glitch. They’re a bit overbooked.”

You felt your cheeks warm and you knew it wasn’t the sun. He called you sweetheart again and there was only one room.

“We’ll make do with it just fine,” you replied. “Unless you have a problem sharing a bed with me.”

“Not at all,” Bryan replied. “You’re sure you’re okay with it?”

You nodded. You were growing warm and tingly. “Um, I am going to go take a dip. Care to join?”

Bryan shook his head. “I’m going to order another drink and lay back in the sun.”

You nodded once more and made your way into the pool. You did a few laps as Bryan watched you through his sunglasses. When you eventually climbed out, Bryan laser focused on your tits, your nipples hard and pert due to the cold water. He wanted to take them in his mouth.

You both had dinner at the hotel restaurant.

Dinner was going well, with drinks flowing a bit too easily. The two of you cracked jokes about the retreat and wondered if an orgy had ensued yet. The atmosphere was rife with sexual tension and flirty banter. You both kept waiting for the other to crack.

That night, Bryan had said he would sleep on the floor but you insisted he sleep in the bed - it was king sized with plenty of space.

When you came out, Bryan was already in bed. He was on top of the sheets, furiously tapping away on his phone.

“Even on vacation work calls,” he replied to you, without looking up.

“Well you don’t get to be a partner at a law firm without having to do some work,” you replied. You climbed into bed, noting that logically there was plenty of space between you, but somehow it felt as if you were right next to him.

“Yeah but as a partner, I get to unload a lot on those beneath me. I have strict rules about not being bothered when out of the office.”

The thought of him unloading while you were beneath him flashed through your mind. You ached to touch him, to feel the warmth of his body, to have his cock stretch you. You imagined how it would feel like, to sleep in his bed each night, with his arms around you, his lips on yours.

You had enough.

You needed to get laid.

“So Bryan, we’ve been at the hip since the retreat.”

“Uh huh.”

You paced the room, continuing your questioning. “And then you invite me to take off with you.”

Another ‘uh huh.’

You walked over to Bryan’s side of the bed, where he was still tapping on his phone. Bryan looked up at you in your sweatshorts and tank top. Your skin was flush. “What does a gal have to do to get fucked by you?” you inquired as you plucked his phone from his hand.

“Hey! My pho—wait, did you just say?” Bryan’s bright green eyes darkened with lust. He pulled you into him, so you were now on top of him.

“You are right. An orgasm never hurt anybody.”

You blinked at his comment. And then you let desire take over. You sat up and yanked your top off before ducking your head down to kiss him. He returned your kiss, moving at a fervent pace, as if he was trying to get as much of you in him as he could.

Bryan rolled you onto your back. He covered his body with yours and used his hand to grasp your jaw, angling your face up to kiss you deeper. His tongue delved into your mouth and rolled against yours. Bryan broke the kiss reluctantly and sat back on his haunches so he could remove his tee.

“Do you have protection?”

Bryan nodded. “Never go home without. What about you?”

“I have an IUD,” you remarked as you lift your hips to remove your shorts and underwear. Bryan’s eyes lowered, taking your naked form in. He lowered his own bottoms off, revealing his very thick, very veiny, very hard and weeping cock. He spat on his hand and gave himself a stroke. Pearly fluid collected at the head of his cock. He used his thumb to swipe it and pump himself again.

“See what you do to me sweetheart?”

He lowered himself over you again and brought his mouth to your ear. His fingers descended onto your throat, squeezing lightly.

“You’re gorgeous,” he replied huskily. “Makes me want to ruin that pussy.”

You let out a whine at his comment. Bryan didn’t waste any time teasing, just pushes your ample thighs open, pressing a finger to your weeping slit. You cried out, grinding against his finger as he marveled at how wet you are already.

He removed his finger and gingerly traced your folds before rubbing your clit. “Such a needy pussy. Gonna be so easy to stuff my cock inside.”

You closed your eyes, your chest beginning to rise and drop in an unsteady fashion as pleasure courses you. Bryan inserted another thick finger inside and resumed thrusting his fingers. Your slick covered his hand, dripping. Your hands gripped the sheets. “Fuck,” you draw the word out into two syllables.

It’s when his tongue hit your clit, that your back arched. Bryan pushed his face all the way in, licking a broad stripe up your cunt. He is methodical, starting off slowly and softly, teasing you with his fingers and tongue. He then increased his pace as he ate you out, making sure to devour every inch of you. His beard scraped against you, causing a delicious burn along your sensitive skin. One hand shifts to grab your ass, bringing you closer to his mouth. He kept his lips wrapped around your clit as his fingers continued to work your cunt, the pace faster and faster.

Bryan pulled back for a moment. “Come for me sweetheart. Make a mess for me.”

So you did what any good girl would do in your situation — you grabbed a handful of his hair and begged him to ruin you.

He crooked his fingers, finding that tiny spongy spot that no one else was able to find. A few strokes in a come hither motion and you’re done for, crying out his name as you come hard. There was a rush of wetness that burst out of you but it didn't make Bryan stop. He continues to eat you out, sucking and slurping your juices through your orgasm. He finally does pull away, but not before nipping your thigh. You look at him, all dazed. His face is a mess of your arousal, his beard and mouth coated.

Your legs are wobbly but you managed to get onto your knees. “Damn, you’re good.” You wrapped your arms and kissed him, tasting and smelling yourself on him. Bryan embraced you tightly, returning the kiss. His hands landed on your ass and he gave a good squeeze.

Your hands reached into his beard and tugged as you opened your mouth to allow him to deepen the kiss. Bryan tilted your head so he could kiss and lick your neck. You let out a swear when his teeth graze your skin sharply. Your tone quickly changes into a sigh as his tongue ran over the sore spot, soothing it. Bryan beamed at the purple mark quickly forming.

“I want to suck your cock,” you whined. A rumble emanated from Bryan and you could have sworn the sound alone made you even more wet.

Bryan flopped onto his back, his cock landing with a smack against his stomach. His cock was in his hand and he used his other hand to beckon you. You laid on your stomach and shooed the hand holding his cock away. You gripped his cock and opened your mouth, ready and willing to take his cock deeply. Bryan let out a groan as you swallow him. His hand runs through your hair in a caressing manner as you begin to bob along his length. You breathed through your nose as you took him deeper, all the way to the back of your throat. Bryan groaned again and his hand in your hair tightens. “Gonna fuck your throat,” he grunted.

You let off his cock with a gasp. “Yes, fuck my throat. Use me.” You swallow him back down and you fight the urge to recoil and gag as he pressed your head down even tighter. Your nose was buried in his (neatly trimmed) pubic hair. His long, thick cock filled your throat. He thrusted into your mouth, the pace fast, abusing your throat. He momentarily mourns the fact that you don’t have makeup on because he would have loved to see the dark tear streaks on your cheeks.

Bryan’s hips continued pumping upwards into your mouth and you took it, delighting in how it felt. You just hoped he didn’t plan to come down your throat because you sure as shit, wanted him to fuck you. You noted that his thigh muscles twitched and his hands got rougher as they pulled your hair. You were let down because it didn’t seem like you were going to get fucked. To your surprise, Bryan pulled your hair, forcing your head back, popping your mouth off his cock.

“Next time I’ll shoot my load down your throat sweetheart but I really want to fuck that tight pussy of yours.”

You were sweaty, your hair sticking to your face. Your lips were wet and swollen. “How do you want me?”

Bryan slapped his thigh. “Saddle up.”

You nodded and climbed over him, straddling his big thick thighs. “I’m going to give you the ride of your life.”

Bryan leaned over slightly and grabbed the condom you didn’t realize he had readily at hand. He ripped the foil and rolled the condom on. Even with your arousal, you still felt the burn of his cock as your cunt struggled to take him in all the way. You sighed shakily, letting yourself adjust to his girth, as Bryan groaned at how tight your pussy was. He barely fit and he hadn't even moved yet. He was so deep. “Fuck, I think you’re splitting me apart,” you moaned. Bryan smirked, he felt like a fucking king.

“You sure you can take me sweetheart?”

You let out another whine as you sunk further on his cock. You leaned forward, gripping his beefy pecs. Your breasts dangled in front of him and he leaned up to take one in his mouth, sucking and licking. His teeth grazed your nipple and you cried out.

Once he completely bottomed out and you were adjusted, you began to roll your hips forward. Bryan’s hands rested on your hips, digging deeply, sure to leave bruises. He matched your pace at first, his hips snapping upwards.

You met him on the downward as he continued to pump his hips upwards. Pleasure exploded inside you as his cock dragged against your special spot with every deep stroke. Bryan watched as his cock pistoned in and out of you. “Sweetheart I wish you could see how your pretty little pussy is taking every fucking of my cock. It’s like my cock was made just for you.”

There were spots inside of your cunt you didn't know existed until Bryan. The scent of sex was thick in the air, along with the sounds the two of you are making. The headboard rattled against the wall and you did not even give a shit if someone complained. Bryan is murdering your pussy and you will happily let the world know.

Bryan slapped your ass twice in succession. “That’s what you get for sticking your tongue at me.”

Your mind drifted to the memory. You slowed your pace intentionally. “I’d do it again. Can’t stop me.”

That earned another two spanks.

Bryan growled, taking the opportunity to grip your hips and fucking you with more gusto. His pace is sloppy and shorter, frenzied almost. You snake a hand down and rub your clit, chasing your high. Bryan felt the walls of your pussy flutter around his cock.

“Be a good girl and let me feel you cum on my cock.” It was Bryan’s turn to beg. “Be my good girl and give it to me.”

You obliged at his words and you let your orgasm wash over you. The sight of your head thrown back, your face wrecked, broken sobs falling from your lips - it was too much for Bryan. He let out out his own deep groan along with a chant of fuck fuck fuck as he stilled, shooting his thick load inside of you, filling the condom.

You slumped forward and the two of you lazily make out for a few minutes. Eventually you dismounted Bryan and he got up to toss the condom. Your body is indeed wrecked and you find your eyes closing in post orgasmic bliss. The last thing you note before you drift off is Bryan climbing back in the bed. “Best vacation ever,” you mumbled as you turned into him.

When you wake up the following morning, Bryan is outside on the balcony. He is leaning against the railing, gazing at the horizon, coffee in hand. You wrapped the sheet around you. You noticed two covered serving dishes had been brought up to the rom alongside a carafe of coffee and orange juice. You pad along to join him on the balcony. Bryan turned to you and smiled.

“Morning sweetheart.”

FIN.

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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, Interrupted

For Wet Hot Summer Bingo hosted by: @melk917 @lannister-slings-and-arrows & @pascalispretty

Bingo square: grass stains

Song inspiration: Bruises by Chairlift & Fantasy by Mariah Carey

WC: 1093

CW: NSFW, specifically female breast play & smutty language.

With the sound of the whistle, the youth soccer game came to an end. The Kneef children ran off the field towards you, covered in sweat.

“Y/N! Did you see?! Did you see? I scored a goal!” Jasper shouted excitedly. You crouched down and gave him a high five.

“I did! You and your sister did great. I am so proud of you both.”

“I wish daddy was here,” Sandrine replied mournfully. “He is always missing our games because of work.”

“That sounds like it’s really frustrating,” you reflected back. “And I can understand that you’re disappointed - daddy is working really hard. But I know for sure that he wanted to be here today too.”

Sandrine shrugged and Jasper wrapped his arm around her. You wrapped your arms around both in return, hugging them. “I recorded parts of the game on my phone - so daddy can watch all the highlights when he’s home later. Now how about we get some ice cream?”

The twins cheered, any sadness over their dad missing the game long forgotten.

**

Bryan phoned home advising that he wouldn’t be home from the office until way past dark. The kids were sound asleep. You emerged from your apartment in an oversized sleep shirt. You should have been asleep too but because you decided to have a movie night with the kids, you were busy tidying up. You picked up the kids’ filthy soccer uniform, covered in dirt and grass stains. You made your way to the laundry room and set to work to pre-treat the stains. You were so preoccupied that you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching. When the door creaked open, you let out a startled yelp.

“It’s me, it’s me,” Bryan rushed. “I didn’t realize you were still up.”

You focused your eyes on Bryan. He had clearly mid-change - in a white undershirt and navy trousers. In his hands was the button down he had been wearing.

“I’m so sorry - I’ll be out of your way,” you managed to squeak out.

“You’re fine - I just came down to pre-soak this shirt of mine,” Bryan explained. “Dinner with a client and Cabernet sauce was spilled on me due to the incompetent waiter.”

“Leave it with me,” you replied. “I’ll take care of it.”

Bryan nodded. “Thanks. It’s one of my favorite shirts, so I would hate for it to be ruined.”

He handed you the shirt and for the briefest of moments, your fingers grazed one another and you swore you felt electricity shoot between.

Bryan watched you as you stood on your tip-toes to reach into the cabinet overhead to grab a pre-treater.

“Let me get that for you.” Bryan offered, stepping behind you. The feel of Bryan being pressed against you and the scent of his cologne caused a shot of arousal to course through you. Bryan’s breath was hot on your neck and you felt your skin prickle. You let out the smallest of moans but it was loud enough for Bryan to pick up on that.

Bryan pushed back your hair, his fingers dancing on your skin softly. You could feel the bulge of his cock against your ass and you pushed back on it with a wiggle.

Bryan let out a groan, before turning you around. Stained laundry was long forgotten as he lifted you up by your waist so that you were sitting on top of the washing machine. You reached down and lifted the hem of your sleep shirt up and over. Bryan’s eyes darkened with lust as he drank your form in. He mirrored your action, removing his T-shirt, revealing his deliciously thick and strong body.

Bryan approached you and instinctively you wrapped your legs around him. He kissed you hard, all bruising with teeth and tongue. You moaned into the kiss and opened your mouth to allow it to deepen. You wrapped one hand around the nape of his neck and the other into his dark hair, tugging. Bryan responded by nipping your bottom lip.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Bryan confessed as his hands moved to your breasts, squeezing. “Ever since you came to my office for the interview. Wanted you on your knees right there and then.”

His confession made you dizzy. You whined into his mouth. “Please,” you begged. You arched your back even further, pushing your chest to his.

“Please what, honey? Talk to me, tell me what you want and I'll give you exactly that."

“Fuck me.”

Bryan chuckled darkly. “Oh I’m going to fuck you so good. Paint your body with my cum. Mark you as mine.”

You leaned back on your hands, your nipples in the air, already hard as diamonds. Bryan’s lips closed around a nipple, sucking and licking. His free hand kneaded your other breast, rolling the hardened peak under his thumb.

“Fuck…” you groaned. “Oh Bryan, don’t stop.”

Bryan removed his mouth from your breast. Your nipple was shiny and wet from his mouth. What he was most proud of was the dark mark that was beginning to form. He then looked up at you. “I am going to stuff your pretty pussy full. You’ll be dripping and then I will just fill you up again.”

“Bryan!”

The sound of his name was said so sharply and loudly that it stirred him out of his reverie. He blinked and realized you were staring at him, with your arm outstretched. Bryan looked down at his ruined shirt, realizing that he got so caught up in what was only a daydream.

“Do you want me to take care of your shirt? Or send it to the dry cleaner?”

“If you can get it out, it’ll be a miracle.” He rushed.

“I am a woman of many talents,” you replied with a wink. “Do you mind reaching up to grab the pre-treatment? I can never reach.”

Bryan nodded. “Happy to.”

You moved out of the way so Bryan could grab the detergent. He handed it to you and you responded with a grin. “Thanks so much.”

Bryan nodded. “I’ll be turning in for the night.”

You wished him good night and got to work on his shirt. Bryan made his way to his bedroom and leaned against it with a sigh. He took off his clothes and climbed into the bed. He was wound up, so he turned on his tablet and quickly loaded up some porn. As the woman on the screen began to suck on her partner’s cock, Bryan reached for his cock and began to stroke. He went back to his daydream imagining it was you.

FIN.

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