#bryan kneef series

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Journey to the Past Ch 23

Bryan Kneef x reader

It was very safe to say that the next week was one hell of an awkward one. You were irritated that you weren’t able to get into a doctor right away, wanting to get this sorted out as soon as possible but the earliest appointment you could snag was Friday at four in the afternoon. The pessimist side of you was certain that the tests had been flukes, that this was a warning sign of something worse going on in your reproductive system, another bad cyst or something of the like. Maybe the tests had been expired, you’d forgotten to even check until you were sitting in your office on Monday pretending to work. You were thankful at least that you still had your apartment, able to spend some extra hours in the office and blame the late night and not wanting to drive across town to avoid Bryan, not wanting to let him know and thus panic before you had confirmation. You hated it, having to spend a full week in limbo, but your hope wasn’t very high considering your history and none of that was affecting anything positively.

You were even more thankful with just how patient he was with you, giving you the space without asking too many questions, accepting the excuse of a long hard week of work, overwhelmed with cases. He still went out of his way to drive up to your firm, making sure you had lunch (and a fresh coffee you pretended to sip at while he was still there) and were taken care of. You knew that he loved you no matter what and was just hoping that would extend to your current stipulation. You’d spent a couple of nights at his place (that was now both of yours), but retired to bed early, the exhaustion setting in heavily being a nice excuse to avoid the nightly wine.

Which is exactly why on Friday Bryan had left work early to make sure the apartment was not only clean, but as close to spotless as he could get it. He knew he’d been lagging in that department this week and felt bad about it, so he did as much as he could. Laundry was tossed into the machines, sheets were changed and refreshed, the living room was tidied and vacuumed and the pile up of coffee mugs in the sink got put in the dishwasher and ran through. He’d stopped at the grocery store on the way home, picking up things for a lavish dinner including appetizers and a pricey bottle of Argentinian wine. He knew you’d had a long stressful week and wanted to make sure you were well taken care of, and he figured you probably wouldn’t want to go out tonight after it all. The appetizers were easy to take care of, setting the display up on the kitchen island so he could start on the main course, wanting it to be ready as close as possible to when you got home.

Once the chicken was in the oven he poured out a glass of leftover wine from the previous night for himself while he waited, retreating further into the house to change into something more comfortable before swapping over a load of laundry. A case file lay open on the island that he was going over when he heard the front door open and the tell tale sign of your heels on the hardwood. You rounded the corner of the hallway and let out a small sigh, a tiny smile on your cheeks when Bryan’s eyes met yours.

“Hey.” He greeted with a warm grin and you hummed in response, dropping your bag and blazer onto the couch, practically kicking off your heels before letting out a groan at the shoes no longer pinching at your feet and making a beeline to Bryan.

“Hi.” You murmured into the crook of his neck, appreciating the way his arms tightly wound around you, letting you rest in his embrace for a few moments as you let out a couple of breaths, his lips brushing against your hairline.

“Long day?”

“Long week.” You replied, finally letting go, accepting the gentle kiss he gave you.

“Well, here.” He reached around you, pouring a glass of the lavish wine out for you, handing you the glass and you let out a little sigh, turning in his arms to face the island.

“What is all this?” You asked, your brow furrowing. You could smell that he was cooking dinner from the moment you’d set foot in the apartment but hadn’t taken into account the platters set up on the island. Bryan let out a soft chuckle, wrapping you in his arms from behind, his lips kissing at your neck gently.

“I felt like you were having a bit of a rough go this week.” He murmured, his words broken up by kisses, “wanted to treat you but I figured you wouldn’t want to go out, so why not bring the fancy restaurant to you?”

“You’re too sweet.” You picked up his hand in yours, brushing your lips across his knuckles and he gently squeezed at you. Your eyes glided across the island and you couldn’t help but let out an ironic laugh at the sight, Bryan had set up a plate of oysters, a homemade charcuterie and cheese board beside it and of course, the wine.

“What?” He asked, teeth nipping at your skin, “you already knew I could cook, is this that much of a surprise to you? You know I love you.” His lips trailed across your skin as he spoke.

“I don’t know how you managed to fucking do it, but I can’t eat any of this.” You stifled another laugh, Bryan still distracted in nuzzling against your skin.

“Oh c’mon.” He chuckled, “you love oysters.”

“I do.” You nodded, “doesn’t mean I can eat them.”

“You know they’re an aphrodisiac?” He muttered, finally turning you half in his arms so he was facing you, your sides to the island as he cupped at your cheek, lips chasing after yours.

“You really think you need an aphrodisiac to get me in bed?”

“No but figured it couldn’t hurt.” One of his hands vanished from your waist, drizzling some hot sauce onto an oyster that he then sucked back, “they’re fresh, and fucking delicious.”

“Bry…” you laughed, unable to keep the grin off your cheeks at the devilish look in his eyes as he continued to tease you, shifting you in his arms again so you were facing the island and all the bits and bites.

“Try the cheese, that lavender honey goes fantastically with the blue.” He nuzzled into the crook of your neck again, “it took me an hour to figure out the fucking salami roses.” His hand started to reach out for the soft cheese and you finally found your words again.

“Give me the gruyere.”

“Knew I’d get you somehow.” He chuckled, picking up a cube and guiding it to your mouth before he shifted again to face you, his hip resting against the island, “it pairs perfectly with the wine.” He picked up your glass and your fingers gently pushed it back to the island and he let out a scoff of a laugh. “What?”

“Out of the things on this island, there’s approximately five things I can eat and that includes the pickles.”

“Did you eat already?” His brow furrowed, “Larissa said you’d left work early for something.”

“No. I—”

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he smiled, pecking your cheek softly, “settle in, have some wine, trust me, it’s a good bottle.” He slid the glass toward you again and you let out a small laugh,

“Bry, I can’t.”

“You had rough week, let the past be in the past, have some incredible wine.” He laughed, stepping toward the stove when the timer went off to move a pot off a burner. “it’s what you deserve.” He moved back to you, an arm winding around your waist while he took a sip of his own wine, “I’ve got to be able to spoil my girl, that’s all I was trying to do sweetheart.”

“I know.” You smiled softly, accepting the kiss he left on your lips.

“I’m fine if you ate without me,” his lips started to trail across your jaw, “I can eat later… cause I can definitely think of something I’d rather eat right now instead.”

“Bry!” You laughed, hands attempting to grasp at his body as his mouth began to make its way down your neck.

“What’d’you say, have some wine and relax then let me make you even more relaxed? Hmm? Enjoy the food later after you’ve worked up an appetite again?”

“Bryan…” you nudged at his chin and all he did in return was attempt to hand you the glass of wine again before burying himself in the crook of your neck, “Bry…” you couldn’t help but giggle at the sensation of his beard scratching against your skin, “Bryan, c’mon.”

“Take a sip and I’ll stop.” He murmured, his tongue soothing the spot he’d just bit and your fingers threaded into his hair in a very unsuccessful attempt to tug him off you.

“Bryan…I’m pregnant.”

The words slipped from your lips; it wasn’t exactly how you’d been planning on telling him but it seemed to be the only way to gain his full attention. Even then it took a few moments for him to actually hear you, his lips continuing to kiss at your skin before you finally felt his body tense for a second before he pulled his face from the crook of your neck.

“Wait… can you seriously not eat cheese while you’re pregnant?” He asked, a worried look on his face and you couldn’t help the bark of a laugh.

“Is that seriously your first question here?” You asked, watching the way his eyes suddenly darted from yours down to your stomach and back up. He felt the all too familiar sensation suddenly burning in his gut and start to creep up his throat as he scrambled through his thoughts to try and form proper words.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked quietly and you nodded, he felt a pang within him at the fact that you didn’t have an excited smile on your face, nor did you look like you were panicking, you were stoic, nearly unreadable in the moment. “Are… are you sure?”

“Yeah.” You let out a small breath, “Kim was freaking out last week ‘cause she was late, I took a test with her to help calm her nerves.”

“You’ve known all week?” Bryan stilled in front of you, a moment of irritation flashing over his features and you gave him a knowing glance as you let out a huff.

“No.” You shook your head, gently squeezing at his hand “I was certain it was a false positive. I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure. I didn’t want to freak you out for no reason and I mean, there might still not be any reason to freak out.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I may have cleared the twelve week mark but considering my age and history, who knows how things’ll turn out.” You watched as his brow furrowed, the wheels turning in his head, “what?” Your voice suddenly soft, timid as it left your lips, worry etching its way across your face before Bryan glanced back up at you.

“You’re three months along?”

“Almost four.” You replied, wringing your hands, “listen…” your hand met his lapel gently, “I know there’s a lot to unpack here…” you felt the butterflies building in your gut, terrified that you were about to lose the man you loved because of your decision. “Even if I wanted to, it’s too late to terminate. But this is what I’ve always wanted, a baby, a family… I thought I’d lost that opportunity nearly a decade ago.” Tears began to blur into your eyes, “but sometimes life kicks our asses in the greatest way and gives us the second chance we never thought we’d have. I’m having this baby. And I know that might not be what you imagined for your future, so I understand if this is the end for us.”

Bryan looked up at you with an unreadable expression on his face, you could see the slight pain deep in his eyes but weren’t sure exactly where it was coming from. He on the other hand saw nothing but worry in yours, knowing just how many things you were probably terrified of right now. His hand shifted to cup at your cheek, thumb stroking at your skin gently before he spoke.

“I told you I wanted a future with you.” He said gently, his voice impeccably soft as his chest swelled, “no matter what kind of future that is, I still want it.” He felt you let out a breath, your shoulders sagging in relief as your body relaxed in front of him, “I may have a lot of reluctance in myself as a father but I know you’ll be the most incredible mother in the entire world. It may take some baby steps on my behalf but I know you’ll be able to help me become the parent our baby deserves.”

“Our baby…” You nearly whispered, looking up at him with a happy smile.

“We’re having a baby…” He let out a bright laugh and you shrieked as he suddenly pulled you to him in a tight hug, lifting you up off the floor as you laughed. He only let go of you when the timer for the oven went off and he let out a quiet swear, reluctantly stepping away from you to pull the tray from the oven and grab plates from the cupboard as you crossed through the room. You grabbed your purse, crossing back over to the island.

“Smells amazing.”

“Oh fuck.” Bryan swore, his head shooting in your direction, “can you have cream cheese? It’s cooked?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his sheer innocence on the subject at hand considering just how brilliant his brain was when it came to the legal world.

“Yes I can.”

“You said almost four months…” Despite being calm Bryan also felt his mind going a million miles a minute as it raced through everything he did know about babies and pregnancy, “isn’t that when people start telling people?”

“Yeah,” you let out a small sigh, “but I’d really rather not do that yet.” He noticed the shyness in your voice, the way you nearly wrapped around yourself as you leant against the island and he stepped toward you, tilting your chin up to find a misting of tears in your eyes, a frown tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Hey… hey…” he assured softly, a hand resting on your hip, “I thought this was supposed to be a happy thing, why the melancholy face?”

“I’m scared.” You admitted after a minute, your voice doing its best not to shake, “I’m in my forties, I had a huge struggle getting pregnant before…this probably isn’t going to be an easy walk in the park or anything… all the risks are higher, I swear I got a bigger stack of brochures about the risks than the positives.”

“Are there any they’re particularly worried about right now?” He asked and you shook your head, “was it just a pregnancy test today?”

“It was the one thing after another. I explained the test I took, my history, they did another test, a blood test and then rushed me for an ultrasound.” You reached out, grabbing at his arm, “I’m sorry I didn’t call you I just didn’t have time and didn’t know how to explain everything over the phone, I would’ve much rather had you been there.”

“They did an ultrasound?”

“Yeah…” your hands slipped into your purse, flitting through until you pulled the small black and white photograph from within it, placing it down on the island in front of Bryan, “so far it’s one happy healthy baby…”

“Oh shit…” he almost timidly reached out for it, picking it up off the counter before his eyes flitted between it and your stomach, finally meeting your gaze as his hand reached out to stroke at your cheek, “and mom?”

“Healthy.” You nodded, the smile unable to be restrained as you nodded and Bryan let out a sigh of relief, kissing your forehead before he turned around, pinning the ultrasound to the fridge with a magnet and turned back to you, cupping your cheeks.

“Then we take the rest of this one day at a time.” He kissed you softly, “I’ll do everything I can to catch myself up to speed, but in the meantime we’ve got the money, we’ve got the connections, you’re going to have the best doctors in the country, we’ll run every test that’s safe for the baby and we’re going to do this.”

“Are you sure?” Tears began to blur into your eyes as a tiny laugh escaped your lips, “you really want this?”

“I do.” He kissed you gently, “you’re my future. And now this little bean is too.” One of his hands dropped to your stomach, resting gently there for a moment before your hand curved over top of his, fingers slipping between his.

“We’re having a baby….” You whispered, pure adoration pouring from your eyes up to his as he smiled back down at you, feeling his chest about to explode with the total and complete love wrapping around the two of you in that moment, only able to press a tender kiss to your lips before he replied.

“We’re having a baby.”

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For Your Pleasure

Throuple series fic: Barba x F!Reader x Kneef. CW: Smut, incl. but not limited to: free use with blanket consent, use of a safe word, anal, p in v sex, oral (male + female receiving), money shot, heavy degradation language, language in general. This is NSFW. WC: 3K.

AN: Also for the free use square in bingo.

You had a fantasy that you wanted to try with Bryan and Rafael. You brought it up one night while you were all watching a movie, eating popcorn and having a couple of drinks. You were cozied up in Bryan’s lap, Rafael was on the floor, by Bryan’s leg.

When you told them the fantasy, they were both initially very quiet. Finally Bryan spoke and then Rafael joined in - there was eagerness but also hesitation.

By the end, they were in agreement. A few days later, there was another conversation to make sure all were on board and consent was affirmed.

A day was decided amongst the three of you. And consent was affirmed again the night before and then again, the morning of. You also went over your safe word: avocado toast.

The fantasy was free use and this was how the dynamic worked: if either of the men should become horny at any time (which happened a lot), they were allowed to do a range of things to you without having to ask. Your exact words were, "For that day, I only exist for your pleasure." While you had given blanket consent, there was an agreed upon understanding that you could withdraw consent whenever you wanted to.

The appeal for you, was the trust and honesty about each other’s desires; it wasn’t just the inherent appeal of fucking someone the moment the mood striked (though that did play a part).

**

It started simply enough.

You were in the kitchen, brewing coffee and plating pancakes from the griddle. You had freshly showered but remained in your oversized t-shirt. You were at the sink soaking some dishes when you heard Rafael from behind you.

“Buenos dias, mi tesoro.”

“Good morning Rafael.” You hadn’t turned around as you knew what was about to happen and your heart was racing with anticipation.

Rafael lifted your shirt and reached down to spread your ass cheeks, revealing the butt plug that was flush against you. You gasped as Rafael wiggled the toy, until it started to come out. He pushed the plug back in and then out again, teasingly fucking you with it. Rafael left the plug in and then dipped his fingers into your already soaked pussy. Rafael played around with your wetness, stroking your folds before sinking his fingers inside your warm sheath. He did it a few times before withdrawing. You were already so hot and ready to be filled.

You heard the sound of a lid clicking close followed by a slick sound. Rafael hugged you from behind and you leaned into the embrace when all of a sudden you are filled and stretched with Rafael’s thick cock. You let out a gasp which quickly turned into a moan as Rafael didn’t wait for you to adjust, just pounding into you. You gripped the lip of the sink, your head falling forward as Rafael’s cock dragged against your walls. Rafael’s fingertips dug into your hips, gripping hard. You could feel his balls slap against your pussy.

“Is that what my dirty slut needs? To be filled with cock all the time?” Rafael asked. You reached down to rub your clit, your fingertips brushing against his balls.

You let out a whine as your orgasm quickly approached. Rafael let out a grunt as he stiffened, coming deep inside you. He bent over and nipped your shoulder before withdrawing. He left your T-shirt up over your hips and then bent on one knee to pull your pussy lips apart to watch his load drip down your thighs. He scooped up some of his release and then approached you and shoved his finger in your mouth. You sucked his finger clean and let out a content hum. Rafael removed his finger and then made way to grab a mug. He poured himself a cup of coffee before moving to sit at the breakfast bar to read the paper that had been delivered earlier.

You went back to soaking and cleaning dishes when you heard Bryan enter the kitchen. He must have just woken up because Rafael made a retort about how slobby he looked.

You grabbed a dishrag to wipe down the sink when you felt Bryan’s monstrous cock slide into your cunt. “Who needs lube when this pussy is already so full of cum?”

Bryan pulled you upright against him and reached to grab the hem of your shirt while he was still notched inside of you. You helped him pull it over your head and then tossed it to the side. Bryan’s hands were immediately on your breasts, squeezing and groping. Bryan moved one hand around and down to your back, pushing you down. You were fully bent at the hip, your hands gripping your own legs as Bryan fucked you. From your upside down vantage point, you saw another pair of legs and you realized Rafael had decided to join in.

“Couch.” Rafael commanded. Bryan let out a grunt and then withdrew. He gave your ass a smack and then pushed you towards the couch.

You braced your arms on the couch arm and jutted your hips out. Bryan wasted no time, thrusting his cock back inside of you. You let out a moan which quickly became muffled as Rafael shoved his cock inside your mouth. Rafael’s hands entwined into your hair, holding you in place as he fucked your mouth.

Bryan smacked your ass and then grabbed a handful of flesh, squeezing. The sounds of skin on skin filled the apartment. Rafael removed his cock from your mouth to smack your cheek with it, leaving a smear of pre-cum.

“Does our pretty girl like to get fucked like the slut she is?” Rafael rasped.

You nodded. “I want my asshole pounded and destroyed. It feels so good having that big cock in my tiny asshole! Oh fuck, harder, harder!”

Bryan hocked a wad of spit where his cock was disappearing. He used two thick fingers to slide it up and over your ass hole. “Want it harder?” Bryan asked. He didn’t allow you to answer as he pressed his cock into your ass. You cried out at the sudden fullness, “Bryan! Oh fuck yes!”

Bryan slammed into your ass while Rafael kneeled on the floor. Holding your legs by your thighs, he raised his mouth to your now free pussy, his tongue lapping at your wetness and his prior release.

Rafael made sounds of content as he ate you out. He stroked his cock furiously as he wanted another go with you.

“Shit I’m gonna cum!” You cried out. Rafael continued to mouth you as you came, your juices squirting all over.

Rafael stood up and leaned over to kiss Bryan, sharing your taste with him. Bryan held Rafael’s face with one hand as he kissed his lookalike.

Rafael broke the kiss hesitantly. “Let me get some of that ass.”

Bryan nodded and withdrew, causing you to whine at the loss. Bryan plopped himself on the couch, stroking his cock, covered in your juices. You straddled Bryan and slid your pussy back onto his cock. “Fuck!” You cried out as you sank fully onto his lap. Bryan took one of your tits in his mouth, as Rafael drizzled lube over your ass cheeks. He massaged some into your ass which was already loose from Bryan’s cock. Rafael pushed his cock into you. You let out a wrecked last moan. “Fuck you’re so big in my tiny asshole.”

“God that ass is so tight.” Rafael groaned as he began to slowly thrust. He withdrew and admired how your asshole stayed opened. Gazing upon that gaping hole made him feel primal, like he was a sexual beast. Rafael gripped his cock and then slid it in again, sinking slowly in before withdrawing once more, again watching how your asshole gaped, blossoming like a beautiful flower. “So pretty.” Rafael murmured. He then slid his cock back in slowly inch by inch until he was fully seated, his balls nestled against you.

“You take my cock in your ass so well. Tell us how much you love getting fucked by two cocks.” Rafael began to thrust, this time a bit faster.

Bryan joined on the thrusting, both men quickly finding a rhythm. “Such a whore that you need two cocks to satisfy you, hmm?”

“Yes!” You cried out. “Yes! I need it! I need to be filled. Use me, use my holes!”

Rafael reached over you and shoved both hands into your mouth, keeping your mouth pried open as he and Bryan fucked you.

The men grunted and groaned as they wrecked your pussy and abused your ass. Saliva dripped out of your mouth and onto Bryan’s chest and abdomen. When Rafael released your mouth, Bryan gripped your chin, his fingers nearly slipping due to the saliva that had looked out.

“All you’re good for is to be our fuck toy.” Bryan growled.

You nodded desperately. “Yes, oh fuck! I feel so full!”

You pussy throbbed with need and you were so close to the precipice again. Just a few strokes on your clit by Bryan and you were done. You wailed both their names over and over again as you came, your pussy gripping Bryan’s cock and your ass clenching Rafael. You completely dissolved into pleasure as your orgasm rippled through your body.

Rafael stiffened as he came again, grunting your name. You could feel his release drip out of your ass. He took a step back, trying to catch his breath.

“Gonna go shower.” Rafael panted as Bryan continued to pound you. The cum that was already notched inside began to leak out of you and down Bryan’s cock. Rafael’s cum dripped down Bryan’s balls

Bryan slowed his thrusts and reached up to swat your face, bringing you back to focus. “And what do we say to Rafael?”

“Thank you for fucking me.” You replied breathlessly, but smiling. You had a fucked stupid look on your face - your face was vacant, tears streamed your cheeks, your jaw slack.

“And I’m not done with you yet.” Rafael called out as he sauntered off.

It was just you and Bryan. He flipped you over, so your back was on the couch cushion. He withdrew from you, you could vaguely see his cream coated cock from where you were. He pulled you by the calves of your legs and rested your ass slightly on the arm of the couch. Your legs rested on his shoulders and he slid his cock back in your pussy, all soaked and swollen.

“I wish you could see how pretty you look right now.” Bryan groaned. “Taking daddy’s cock so well.”

Bryan was relentless in his fucking. He was really into the free use idea. It required an inordinate amount of love and trust. You had been living with him and Rafael for a few months. He had sometimes worried that you would want to be out of this polyamorous relationship but you just affirmed over and over again that you were theirs and they were yours. And today proved it. It was enough to make an old curmudgeon’s black heart thaw.

Bryan felt himself about to cum, his balls tightened and he withdrew again. You whined, disappointed. He made his way to your face and began to jack himself. You rubbed yourself to completion while Bryan pumped his fat cock. With a string of expletives intermixed with your name, he came in thick, hot, creamy white ropes all over your face. Your mouth was open so you caught some of it on your tongue and you swallowed it. You made a big show of showing off your tongue before and after swallowing, knowing it was one of the things you loved - showing off for them.

“My gorgeous little cum dump.” Bryan praised. He walked over to your legs again, and dropped to his knees, burying his face inside you. You were completely over stimulated and when you tried to wriggle away, Bryan wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer onto his face. You bucked your hips into his mouth as he plunged his tongue in and out, writhing inside you. His tongue lapped at you, tasting how sweet you were. He couldn’t get enough and he made that well known as he made obscene sounds while eating you out.

Your body was shaking; you lost count at how many times you had already come and it was still the morning. Bryan moved to take a bite on your thighs and then slapped your pussy with his hand. He then grabbed your swollen lips between his slick fingers and pinched them, your flesh puffing through.

Bryan then jammed three fingers inside of you and began to jackhammer them in and out of you. With his free hand, he rubbed your clit haphazardly and roughly.

“Yes, more, don’t stop!”

“Never!” Bryan replied. “I want you to squirt for me baby girl. You can do that, right? Can you do that for daddy?”

You couldn’t even formulate words as pleasure erupted out of you like a volcano. You squirted all over Bryan’s face. He swallowed your juices before sucking on your clit. Waves of pleasure coursed through you as you came hard again in Bryan’s mouth, sobbing.

Bryan slowly lapped your pussy through your orgasm, running his tongue over your clit, sucking it back into his mouth. You jerked back, overstimulated. Bryan took your cue and stopped.

“Going to go shower with Raf. Rest for now. Do you need anything?” Bryan asked as he crouched by your head. He stroked your hair, pushing your sweaty hair off your forehead.

You barely murmured an “no” as you laid there, a complete fucked out wreck. Bryan pressed a kiss to your lips. “Doing so well princess. Do you want to stop?”

“No.” You sighed happily. “I know our word. I’m okay.”

**

You woke up to the sensation of someone eating you out and the feeling of a cock being shoved into your slumbering mouth. You stretched your jaw to let whomever it was all the way in, while rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You realized that it was Bryan who was softly fucking your mouth while Rafael was eating you out.

You let out a muffled moan, pressing your hands to your tits squeezing them together. Bryan leaned over and smacked your tits, before pinching your nipples hard.

Rafael paused to suck a mark in your inner thigh. He looked up at Bryan. “Hey, I have an idea.”

Bryan locked eyes with Rafael as he kept thrusting in and out of your mouth. “Yeah?”

**

The swing was an impulse purchase made when the three of you visited the high end sex shop one rare weekend when both men were off the clock. It was a loud pink color and it hadn’t been used yet, just assembled and waiting.

Now was the perfect time.

Bryan and Rafael helped you onto the swing - one strap was behind your mid-back and the other behind your ass. You placed your legs atop Bryan’s shoulders and gripped the straps by your arms.

Bryan grabbed the lube and slicked your asshole before pushing two fingers into you, prepping your ass. He used the pad of his thumb to rub your clit as he pushed the head of his cock into your ass.

You let out a moan as your head fell back. Rafael stepped forward and shoved his cock deeply into your mouth. and was being choked with Rafael’s cock. The propel motion from Bryan aided in you taking Rafael’s cock deeper. Rafael groped your tits roughly. You were certain come morning you’d discover bruises and marks all over your body.

Wanna know what we were doing while you were sleeping?” Bryan asked, slowing his pace.

Rafael removed his cock from your mouth, allowing you to take a deep inhalation. “What?” You whined as Bryan slowly rubbed your clit.

Rafael walked around to Bryan and gave him a hard and filthy kiss. He turned to look down at you.

Bryan withdrew from you and Rafael stroked his cock.

“I was fucking Rafael.” Bryan growled. You let out a whimper at the image.

Bryan let out a grunt, “Shit. Oh, that feels good. Suck my cock now.”

Rafael dropped to his knees and began to blow Bryan with enthusiasm. You watched the show, gripping the straps of the swing tightly. Bryan gripped the fellow attorney’s hair as he bobbed along his length. Rafael stroked his own cock while he lavished Bryan’s.

Eventually Rafael stood and they switched sides.

Each man took turns fucking you in the swing with their thick cocks, in every position you could stand and filling you with multiple creampies. Rafael and Bryan helped you get on your feet. You were wobbly and had a dazed, fucked stupid face. Their loads dripped out of you and landed with an obscene splat on the floor.

The room permeated with the scent of sex, your skin coated sweat, lube and fluids. The men were t that far off, despite having showered.

“I think I need a shower and some food.” You replied, tiredly.

“Are you saying..?” Rafael asked.

“Yeah, avocado toast.” You replied tiredly.

Each man nodded. Rafael scooped you up and you wrapped your arms around him. You nestled against his chest and stroked his chest, fingering the chain of his crucifix. “Good thing you’re both snipped or otherwise we would have a problem.”

The men laughed. “Very true.” Bryan replied. “Can’t have that happening.”

“I’ll get the bath going.” Rafael told Bryan. “Why don’t you order the food. Y/N wanted from the Japanese place. Put it on my card.”

Bryan nodded and grabbed his robe. “Sounds good.” He tied it and then reached for his phone, but not before pressing a small kiss to your forehead. “You did so well. So proud of you, daddies good girl.”

You gave him a dazed, fucked out, blissful look and then looked at Rafael similarly.

“When can we do that again?”

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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.”

-----

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.

-----

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.

[tinyboxxtink]

My “Works” Masterpost: (Everchanging, always growing!)

Someone asked me for a master post of all my fics so here they are! This post will be updated as I write them. 

Also feel free to shoot me an ask with an idea if you have one!!! ♥

ETA  6/9/2022:

I’ve added more people I write for!

Who I Write For: [All are x Reader]

Rafael Barba (SVU)

Nevada Ramirez (”Trouble In The Heights”)

Jonas Nightingale (”Leap Of Faith”)

Abel Plenkov/The Ripper (”My Soul To Take”)

Paul Mendelson (”Dopesick”)

Jack Neilson (”The Path”)*

Bryan Kneef (”The Good Fight”)*

Really any Raul Esparza Character

From Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington 

Eddie Munson

Maybe someone if you convince me to. 

*-- Be advised I haven’t written for them yet. Also I only saw a few episodes with Jackson in The Path, and I think Bryan only has like two scenes in one episode?

Series In Progress:

"Words Fail" [Rafael Barba x Reader]

“Summer Of ‘87″ [Eddie Munson x Reader]

Completed Series [Eddie Munson x Reader]

“Spring Break ‘86″ 

Completed Series [Rafael Barba x Reader]

(All the chapters are linked up I promise!)

"...So I Married A Monster" *A William Lewis/Rafael Barba x You Story, Read At Your Own Discretion*

“Build Me Up Buttercup”

“Helpless”

“Return To Sender”

“My Fairy Abogado “

“Caught In The Storm”

“Clueless”

“Black Magic”

“Doppelganger” *Sequel To Black Magic* Rafael x Reader and Nevada Ramirez x Reader  {Note: This fic deals with dark situations like sexual assault and abuse.]

"Not My Yacht" {A William Lewis fic, this fic deals with dark situations like torture and sexual assault. But a happy ending!}

"Weird Secret Friends"

“Betrayed”

Eddie Munson One Shots:

“Rocky” 

“Happy Anniversary”

“The Gauntlet”

“Cool Off”

“Wingman“

“New Kid”

“Beetlejuice”

Rafael Barba One Shots:

“Todos Las Dias De Mi Vida”

“Warrior” (Sequel To “Helpless”)

“You Are My Exception”

“If You Like Pina Coladas”

“God I Love Weddings!”

“The Story” (Barson)

“Paper Rings”

“Never Leave You Again”

“Your Soliloquy”

“The Man Of Your Dreams”

“Because I Can”

"Trick Or Treat"

"Tag"

“Holiday Party [NSFW]

“A Boyfriend For Christmas”

“A Christmas Miracle {ANGST}

“Christmas Bake Off”

“Buttons”

“A Helping Hand” (NSFW)

“Say You Want Me, And I’m Yours”

“New Year’s Eve”

Miscellaneous One Shots:

“Dancing On My Own” (Rollisi)

“The Good Lord’s Touch” (Jonas Nightingale x Reader, LOF)

"Reunion" (An "Atypical" Sam/Paige OS)

"I'm Yours In Every Way You'll Have Me" (Regina Mills x Reader, *OUAT*)

Nevada Ramirez/Reader One Shots:

“Feliz Año Nuevo” 

“Christmas At Rockefeller Center”

"Mi Rey" 

“Fernando”

“Super Bowl Sunday”

Ripper/Abel Plenkov x Reader One Shots:

"I Hate Mondays" (NSFW)

"Happy Anniversary"

"Dancing With The Devil"

Anon Drabble Requests [Rafael Barba x Reader]

“Sick Day”

“La Loba”

“Lunch Date”

“Secret Agent”

“Cupcake Apologies”

“I Love....’

“Going Live!”

“Merry Christmas Darling”

“Driver’s License”

“Take Your Daughter To Work Day”

“Rafaella”

“Bad Day”

“Career Day”

“Good Morning”

“Jealous”

“Cake”

“Law And Order”

“Cupcake Congrats”

“Caught”  (G Rated)

“Caught” (NSFW)

“McBarba”

“Cookies”

“Yelina”

“Only You”

“ Cierras ya tus ojitos”

“Doodling”

“Coffee Date”

“Breakfast In Bed” 

“Hey, Get Back Here And Cuddle Me!”

Three’s A Crowd” *NSFW* (Barisi x you)

“Love Handles”

"All Of You" (NSFW)

"Bar Fight"

"Cappuccino Man"

"Pumpkin Spice Lattes"

"Bar Bet" (Nick Amaro/Reader Rafa/Reader)

"Law School"

"Stole My Heart" (William Lewis/Reader OS) *Don't JUDGE Me!*

"Death Do You Part" (ANGSTY OS/Death)

"Princess Prude" *High School AU*

"You Broke My Heart And All You Can Say Is Sorry?!"

"My Hero"

"Thank God For Vodka"

"Big And Beautiful"

"Meeting The Kids"

"Underwear Shopping"

"A Breeding Kink, Counselor?"

"Undahpants!"

"Prepped"

"...It Unhooks In The Front"

"Boob Worship"

"Making Up"(NSFW)

"Piercing Surprise"

"Feliz Navidad"

"Negotiations"

"Big Bad Lawyer Boyfriend"

"No Dogs Allowed"

“Sharky” Series [Rafael Barba x Reader]:

“Sharky”

“I Don’t Want To Hurt You” (”Sharky” One Shot)

“Eyes On The Mirror....” (”Sharky” NSFW One Shot)

“Baby Shark” (”Sharky” Baby One Shot)

“Love Doesn’t Stand A Chance” (”Sharky” *Deleted Scene*)

“Safe Place”  (”Sharky” Fluff OS)

“Rough Day”  (“Sharky” NSFW OS)

“Baby Shower” (”Sharky” Fluff OS)

"Drive" (An AU "Sharky" NSFW OS)

"Broken" (*ANGSTY* Alternative to "Baby Shark")

“Spring Cleaning” (”Sharky” Fluffy OS)

“The Package” (”Sharky” Fluffy OS)

“Cuddling” (”Sharky” Fluff OS)

“Date Night” (”Sharky” Fluff OS)

“No Running” (”Sharky” Fluff OS)

[thatesqcrush]

Dear anon, as the Queen of Bryan “with a a motherfucking Y” Kneef ™, help yourself to my masterlist & read my Fall From Grace series. Then go check out the lists of @tropes-and-tales or @beccabarba or @prurientpuddlejumper. 🖤

“For all fanfiction writers, if you are reading this and feel inspired by my request, please do yourself a favor… Right now I really like to read angsty fanfiction, I started to like this style recently, I’ve already read a lot of fanfiction about Raul’s characters and I’d like to read one where either Frederick Chilton or Bryan Kneef (I think it “might” fit better with those characters) is really really really bad/evil. I don’t know what situation in particular, for example harassing an employee? I don’t have something in mind but, i trust you, you’ll find something… The only request i have is, a lot of angst and a Villain Raul’s character, and “smut” if it fits. Thanks for reading me !” 

(x)

[storiesofsvu]

Journey to the Past Ch 1

Bryan Kneef x reader Warnings: language, that's about it so far. this one's kinda a prologue. If it looks familiar it's because ch 1 was posted a while ago when i didn't know where the story was going, but don't worry, i've got things up and running now. Lol.

Bryan was annoyed, as per usual. It was Friday, it had been a long week and he had wanted to be out of the office early to prowl his way through a couple bars with more than a couple glasses of scotch. Hopefully finding someone to pass a few hours with in the bedroom before bailing so he could wake up on his own.

But today, he had to wait. Diane had shifted meetings around with him, pushing his own back by over an hour already. At least it wasn’t an actual meeting, more of a rather quick conversation, he’d hopefully still be able to make happy hour at at least one of his usual watering holes. He was more than tempted to pour himself a glass of scotch while he waited but figured Diane would smell it on his breath and the last thing he needed was another reprimand from the woman.

He caught sight of the lawyer who was clogging up his schedule coming out of Diane’s office, giving her a firm handshake and a polite smile. He thought she looked familiar, his forehead furrowing as he tried to place where from. He hoped she wasn’t some conquest from a drunken night if she was going to be around the office more frequently. At least she was well dressed, a perfectly tailored pencil skirt with matching blazer, a coloured button up on underneath with just the right amount of buttons undone to tease but not be inappropriate. She wasn’t some mousy paralegal like half the office was. He watched the way she walked toward his office on her way out, the little bounce in her step pulling bounces elsewhere that he was more than intrigued with.

You were a step away from turning when your head finally glanced up through the doorway of his office, the small grin on your lips slipped off and for a minute Bryan thought he was in for it. Then your head tilted as you took in his appearance before your lips broke into a grin and you paused, leaning against his door frame.

“Bryan?” Your voice was just as silky as it had been all those years ago and he nearly melted, “bashful Bry? What the fuck?” You laughed.

“Y/N? What’re you doing here?” He had to gulp back before he spoke, feeling almost as young and innocent as he did back in school.

“Talking deals with Lockhart.” Your head lolled towards the office you’d just exited, “I didn’t realize you’d settled in Chicago.”

“I thought you went to New York?” He asked in return, remembering your last conversations in Cambridge. You’d kept in contact through social media, but that had slowly fizzled out as the years went on and you got buried into your careers.

“I was.” You shrugged, “better salary out here. Horrible pizza though.” You teased, pulling a small laugh from Bryan.

“You’ve just gotta know the right places.” He managed to get his courage back, remembering who he was, the reputation he held now, shooting you a wink.

“Aw, you know a place Kneef?”

“More than a few.” He grinned up at you and you let out an adorable giggle, “we should go tonight.”

“You know I’d love to.”

“Really?” He glanced up with such surprise that you chuckled.

“Yeah, but I can’t tonight. I’ve got plans, but..” you paused as you dug through your bag, pulling out a business card, stepping through the office and passing it to Bryan. “My cell’s on the back, I’d love to catch up. It’s been too long.”

“It really has.” Bryan smiled at you, pocketing the card.

“I’ve gotta run, motions to file before the day’s up.” You gestured to the file in your hand. “I look forward to hearing from you.” You smiled softly, “nice beard.” You winked and whisked yourself out of the office, leaving nothing but the smell of your perfume in the space.

Bryan couldn’t help it, leaning back in his chair as he pulled the card out of his pocket, turning it within his fingers. Looking at the way your embezzled name seemed to glisten in the light of his office, he was amazed at the chance of running into you again. Wondering just how much you’d changed after all these years, if you’d changed as much as he had or were still relatively the same person.

The two of you had gone to Harvard together, back when he felt like a literal fetus. Sure, he’d had a healthy, wealthy nice life growing up, but he was nowhere near the man he was today. The nickname you’d called him ‘Bashful Bry’ was known around campus, he’d been this soft, shy, inexperienced kid. It took him at least the entire first year of law school to get fully on his feet, and even then he was never as confident and brash as he was today, and he certainly wasn’t the asshole he’d become to be known as around the firm.

Meanwhile there was you.

You were the one that befriended him first, half shy, more so coy, small grin on your cheeks as you introduced yourself, extending a hand to shake. You had more than your fair share of classes together, and often grouped up for projects, spending the rest of your free time studying together, testing each other, playing mock court room to up your skills and wit.

You were always so kind to him, so friendly and open, there was more than just a part of him that had slowly fallen for you. First you were just a friend, but your passion, the ambition and power he could see behind your eyes, the amount of knowledge on the law that you held, the way you talked about your future career? It all made him want you more. But back in law school, he wasn’t the same kid, he was this shy little thing, he didn’t have the balls to ask you out, to ever make a move. That little grin you’d shoot him over a late night of studying? That gleam in your eye when you crushed him in a mock debate? It drove him crazy, gave his stomach butterflies, and back in the day? He had absolutely no idea how to deal with that.

You? You were the one that got away.

And now you were back in his life. Problem being? He’d made a reputation for himself, everyone hated him, thought he was a pompous asshole who valued sex, booze and winning cases over everything else. He didn’t care who he hurt along the way, he just wanted to succeed, and you knew nothing about that side of him. He knew there was a pretty high chance that you were still that somewhat innocent girl from school, there was no way you’d grown into as much of a jaded human as he had been. He suddenly felt himself in a panic, wondering if you’d be able to accept him for who he was now, better yet, if he would be able to change. He’d held such heavy secrets of his feelings for you back at Harvard, he wasn’t going to give up the chance to shoot his shot now, the only question was going to be if it would work. Whether he could be the man that you deserved after all these years, or whether he’d lose you the second you found out who he was now, he could only hope that he could try and do this.

He let out a huff of a sigh, pocketing your card before pushing back from his desk, at least for now he could worry about the meeting with Diane and distract himself from that before he had the chance to debate over how soon was too soon to call you.

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[storiesofsvu]

Journey to the Past Ch 14

Bryan Kneef x reader Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, smut, light teasing.

When you awoke the sun was streaming in through the curtains, basking Bryan’s room in a golden glow, the warmth came from both the sun and Bryan’s body nestled behind yours, his arm draped over your body, holding you to him. You burrowed deeper into the pillow and heard him sigh behind you, arm tightening as he pulled you closer to him, his lips meeting the back of your neck and you could feel his cock hard up against your ass. You let out a quiet chuckle, arching your body into his and he groaned softly, hips rocking towards you as his hand shifted upwards, cupping your tits, gently rolling your nipples between his fingers.

“Morning.” He murmured, his beard scratching against your skin as he spoke and you shivered.

“Mmm…”

His hand drifted south, leaving goosebumps on your bare skin as the sheets shifted, exposing you to the cool air in the room. Bryan tickled at your skin, sinking between your legs and began to lazily rub your clit in small circles. You let out a breathy moan as pleasure began to flow through you, your back arching into his embrace. His hand sunk lower, sliding through your folds to feel how wet you were, smearing your juices around your pussy as his hips undulated against you. His lips made home in the crook of your neck, causing you to shiver, eager for more. Bryan’s hand nudged at your top leg, pulling it back around his to open you up for him while the tip of his cock teased at your entrance.

“This okay?” He murmured into your skin and you nodded.

“Yes….please…”

With an easy roll of his hips he sunk fully into you, letting out a soft moan at the perfect way your pussy wrapped around him. He started a lazy pace, thrusting into you deeply, the arm he had wound around your body held you tight, helping you rock back towards him in the same pace. You felt your breath catch in your throat; eyes fluttering shut as you moved together in search of your pleasure. One of your hands reached behind you, tangling into his short locks, tugging at his hair every so often when his cock dragged past the sensitive spot inside you. The other one made a home interlocking with the hand he had around you, fingers tangling together as he continued to fuck you.

“Oh god…” you whimpered out, your pussy fluttering around him, feeling every ridge of his cock with each roll of his hips and your body began to tremble.

“Good girl…” he cooed into your ear, “that’s it, come for daddy.”

“Fuck… fuck…” You bit you lip, your eyes clenching shut as your cunt pulsated around Bryan, letting out a quiet cry as your orgasm washed over you.

Bryan groaned his cock twitching deep inside of you, he barely picked up the pace, continuing for a few more thrusts until he moaned into your ear, breath hot on your skin as he came, spilling inside you. He shallowly thrusted a few more times, filling you with all of his cum before stilling, pressing a row of breathless kisses across your skin. A moment later his hand shifted to your hip and he was about to move away from you when you let out a small whine, your hand shooting to his.

“Wait…” you murmured and he grinned, pressing a kiss to the crook of your neck as he slid the rest of the way back into you, nuzzling against your body.

You stayed nestled together as Bryan softened within you, a series of happy content sighs coming from both of you as you drifted between the urge to fall back asleep and the expectation of starting your day. Bryan could feel his shoulder starting to cramp up, kissing your shoulder softly before slipping out of you and rolling onto his back, tugging you with him. You rolled over, smiling at him as your eyes fluttered open, leaning in for a gentle kiss. Your lips moved against each other with ease, a now very familiar dance that neither of you could get enough of. You hummed happily, coming to rest against his chest while his hand ghosted up and down your back.

“How do you feel about breakfast?” He murmured and you hummed.

“Sounds like a great idea, what’d’you got?” You started to sit up and he immediately tugged you back down.

“It’s pretty bare out there, oatmeal and scotch is about it.” He replied and you snorted.

“Great offerings.”

“I was gonna say we can order in.” He reached out to the side for his phone, unlocking it and opening the app.

The two of you scrolled through your options before deciding on West River Café and Bryan ordered multiple plates of banana French toast, apple cinnamon pancakes, a benedict to share with some sides of bacon, fruit, hashbrowns. He reluctantly got up out of the bed to pull on some briefs, make coffee and collect things when the food arrived.

He returned to the bedroom, grabbing a towel from the en suite to make sure nothing got dripped onto the bed, tossing the TV remote to you before he stripped back down and slipped back under the covers. You scrolled through options on the television while he carefully laid out the towel and started to unbox brunch before the two of you settled against the headboard, food laid out between you. The TV played quietly in the background, something mindless that neither of you were really paying attention to but it filled up the otherwise comfortable silence in the room. Bryan fed you bites of French toast, scowling when you stole the last piece of bacon off his plate with a wicked grin. Rather than apologize you simply leant in, kissing him gently, the sweetness of the syrup still evident on your lips. He found that he couldn’t help but smile as you let out a happy sigh, leaning into his side to get comfortable when you were done eating. Food was placed off to the side, coffees were finished, his free hand coming up to gently play with your hair, stroking down your back, fingertips trailing across your skin.

“Are you staying for the weekend?” He asked softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’ll have to run home to grab clothes for work at some point.”

“We can stay at your place Sunday?” He offered.

“Yeah? You have plans to leave the house?” You asked with a grin and he laughed, knowing what you were getting at.

“I was thinking about heading over to check out what WNDR has going on right now.”

“Oh god it’s been ages since I’ve been there.”

“You interested?”

“Yeah.” You stretched out under the sheets, rolling over onto your stomach, “as long as we don’t have to get out of bed today, I’m down.”

Bryan chuckled, sinking down to your level and grabbing you for a kiss, “I think that can definitely be arranged.” His lips met yours once again, this time with more fire behind them as his tongue slipped into your mouth and his hands began to wander.

He spent the afternoon doing exactly what he wanted to, taking you apart piece by piece, watching you come undone first with just his hands, then watching the way your body trembled as he ate you out, pulling as many orgasms from you that he could until you were tugging at his hair, pulling him off of you. Recovery periods were spent dozing, curled in each other’s arms, sometimes attention on the television, sometimes simply talking until he got you worked up once again. You rolled on top of him, sinking down onto his cock with a breathy moan as you began to ride him and Bryan had never seen a sight so gorgeous.

You did actually end up getting out of bed as the sun began to set in the sky, tugging on one of Bryan’s hoodies as you shifted from the bedroom to the living room for dinner. A classic black and white movie played on the television while you enjoyed pad Thai and a few glasses of wine together before finally heading back to bed.

Sunday was a bit of an earlier start, heading out for breakfast this time before adventuring through WNDR. The entire museum was an interactive experience and it took up most of your day wandering through the rooms to see everything, immersed into a different world. Bryan’s hand remained on the small of your back, or fingers entwined with your own the entire time, happy to be spending the time with you out in the world, a chance to show you off. You stopped for Mexican at Blue Agave Tequila bar, sharing chips and guacamole, enchiladas and tacos, with plenty of leftovers to heat up for lunch the next day.

You let Bryan into your apartment, kissing his cheek softly as you asked him to put the leftovers in the fridge and make himself at home before you disappeared down the hallway. Bryan did as you’d asked, moving through your space with a comfortable ease, he found an open bottle of wine from earlier in the week and poured out two glasses. You wandered back into the kitchen clad in pj shorts and a Harvard tee, your hair pulled up and make up wiped off, you had your laptop under your arm, placing it down ono the kitchen island.

“I’ve got to go over a couple of things for tomorrow, I hope that’s alright?”

“Of course.” Bryan reached for you, pulling you into a gentle kiss, his hands resting on your hips, “you take whatever time you need.”

“You’re a gem, you know that?” You smiled softly at him, stealing another kiss, lingering longer this time. Bryan squeezed at your hand softly, picking up the wine glasses as you scooped up your laptop and made your way over to the couch. You settled against the arm, your legs draped over Bryan’s lap as you tossed him the remote and opened your laptop.

If you had asked, Bryan would have sworn that he was simply watching T.V, leaving you in peace to do a little bit of work, but that was a straight up lie. His fingers traced patterns onto your skin, and out of the corner of his eye he was watching you work, the way you’d tug your lip into you mouth while you read something over. The way you flitted with ease between the computer screen, your phone and the case file beside you, the cute little way your brow would furrow as you rewrote something. He could see the wheels spinning behind your eyes and knew that your brilliant mind was at work, that yes, you were the girl he could dress up and show off out on the town but you were also whip smart. That you were so incredibly different from the string of meaningless women that had come before you in his life. You could hold your own, you had your own reputation, you weren’t just someone who was along for the fancy parties and expensive gifts. He’d enjoyed this past weekend more than he had enjoyed one in what felt like years. Usually any type of work event or gala was insufferable, aside from the open bar of course, and to spend the entire weekend with you wasn’t what he’d expected but it had turned out wonderfully. He felt a knot in his stomach slowly come undone and the all to familiar blooming sensation build up in his chest and he grimaced, clearing his throat.

“You okay?” You asked suddenly, glancing up over the laptop.

“Yeah, heartburn.” He massaged at his chest, “it’s gotten worse recently.”

“There’s antacids in the bathroom cabinet.” You gestured in the direction, “maybe you should cut back on the coffee… or the booze…too much hot sauce at dinner?” You raised a brow in his direction and he scoffed, gently moving your legs off his lap so he could stand. “What?” you laughed, “I’m serious, acid reflux is terrible, and with the stress of our jobs it’s worse. That’s why I cut out carbonated drinks.”

“What’s the point of life if you take away all the fun stuff?” He countered and you laughed, rolling your eyes, reaching out to grab his hand over the back of the couch you tugged him back to you. He leant over the couch, accepting the kiss that you murmured into.

“I didn’t say all the fun stuff.”

“Now you’re just being a tease.” He muttered back, kissing you again, “get back to work counsellor.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, watching him wander down the hallway before you returned to your work. You were unbelievably comfortable with him in your space, or being in his, it just felt natural at this point to come home to someone rather than an empty apartment after a long day. You let out a happy sigh, reaching out for your wine, taking a sip before looking back to your laptop.

Bryan found the antacids with ease, popping a couple and taking the time to change out of his dress clothes into pyjamas. The burning in his chest seemed to be subsiding, he let out a sigh of relief and made his way back down the hall, though he couldn’t help but pause at the end of it, leaning against the wall while he watched you for another moment. It was almost too late to be working now, he could tell by the fact that you’d put your glasses on, eyes tired at the end of a long day, and the way you rolled your neck every couple of minutes in an attempt to get the kink out. He almost didn’t notice the smile creeping onto his cheeks, you were special, he knew that. You cared about him, wanted to make sure he was taken care of, and that was very evident in both your words and your behaviour. Whatever feelings you had for him he was certain that he must feel them back to you because in that moment he crossed through the living room, approaching the back of the couch and his hands met your neck. They started out soft, enough to relax but not pull your attention away from the task at had, working slowly to undo the knots. You let out a happy sigh, your hand coming up to squeeze at one of his in an appreciative manner before returning to the keyboard. In return he bent over, kissing the top of your head,

“I know this is probably important, but can it wait for tomorrow? I’m sure whatever it is you’re more than ready, you deserve some time to relax too you know.”

“You’re probably right.” You shut the laptop, twisting on the couch to face him with a warm smile on your cheeks and a glimmering in your eyes as you looked up at him.

“What?” His head tilted and you laughed softly.

“Thank you.” Your hand caressed his cheek, and he leant over you to kiss you.

“Of course.” He shrugged, moving around the couch as you piled your work on he coffee table, “now what’d you say to finishing that movie from the other night?”

“Sounds like the perfect ending to a perfect weekend.”

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Journey To The Past Ch 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘What do you say to seven thirty?’

‘I’d say it sounds perfect.’

‘I can send a car for you?’

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

‘Looking forward to it.’

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You hungry? Or did you eat already?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wish it was that simple.”

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

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

“Grade A jerk?”

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

“He only in it for the money?”

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

“Sounds like scum.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I walk you home?”

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

“It’s the least I can do.”

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

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

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

“I think I prefer the first option.”

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

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

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

“Good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You wanna let me up now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Journey to the Past Ch 1

Bryan Kneef x fem!reader Warnings: language. Just a lil first ch/prologue to get things rolling!

Bryan was annoyed, as per usual. It was Friday, it had been a long week and he had wanted to be out of the office early to prowl his way through a couple bars with more than a couple glasses of scotch. Hopefully finding someone to pass a few hours with in the bedroom before bailing so he could wake up on his own.

But today, he had to wait. Diane had shifted meetings around with him, pushing his own back by over an hour already. At least it wasn’t an actual meeting, more of a rather quick conversation, he’d hopefully still be able to make happy hour at at least one of his usual watering holes. He was more than tempted to pour himself a glass of scotch while he waited but figured Diane would smell it on his breath and the last thing he needed was another reprimand from the woman.

He caught sight of the lawyer who was clogging up his schedule coming out of Diane’s office, giving her a firm handshake and a polite smile. He thought she looked familiar, his forehead furrowing as he tried to place where from. He hoped she wasn’t some conquest from a drunken night if she was going to be around the office more frequently. At least she was well dressed, a perfectly tailored pencil skirt with matching blazer, a coloured button up on underneath with just the right amount of buttons undone to tease but not be inappropriate. She wasn’t some mousy paralegal like half the office was. He watched the way she walked toward his office on her way out, the little bounce in her step pulling bounces elsewhere that he was more than intrigued with.

You were a step away from turning when your head finally glanced up through the doorway of his office, the small grin on your lips slipped off and for a minute Bryan thought he was in for it. Then your head tilted as you took in his appearance before your lips broke into a grin and you paused, leaning against his door frame.

“Bryan?” Your voice was just as silky as it had been all those years ago and he nearly melted, “bashful Bry? What the fuck?” You laughed.

“Y/N? What’re you doing here?” He had to gulp back before he spoke, feeling almost as young and innocent as he did back in school.

“Talking deals with Lockhart.” Your head lolled towards the office you’d just exited, “I didn’t realize you’d settled in Chicago.”

“I thought you went to New York?” He asked in return, remembering your last conversations in Cambridge. You’d kept in contact through social media, but that had slowly fizzled out as the years went on and you got buried into your careers.

“I was.” You shrugged, “better salary out here. Horrible pizza though.” You teased, pulling a small laugh from Bryan.

“You’ve just gotta know the right places.” He managed to get his courage back, remembering who he was, the reputation he held now, shooting you a wink.

“Aw, you know a place Kneef?”

“More than a few.” He grinned up at you and you let out an adorable giggle, “we should go tonight.”

“You know I’d love to.”

“Really?” He glanced up with such surprise that you chuckled.

“Yeah, but I can’t tonight. I’ve got plans, but..” you paused as you dug through your bag, pulling out a business card, stepping through the office and passing it to Bryan. “My cell’s on the back, I’d love to catch up. It’s been too long.”

“It really has.” Bryan smiled at you, pocketing the card.

“I’ve gotta run, motions to file before the day’s up.” You gestured to the file in your hand. “I look forward to hearing from you.” You smiled softly, “nice beard.” You winked and whisked yourself out of the office, leaving nothing but the smell of your perfume in the space.

Bryan couldn’t help it, leaning back in his chair as he pulled the card out of his pocket, turning it within his fingers. Looking at the way your embezzled name seemed to glisten in the light of his office, he was amazed at the chance of running into you again. Wondering just how much you’d changed after all these years, if you’d changed as much as he had or were still relatively the same person.

The two of you had gone to Harvard together, back when he felt like a literal fetus. Sure, he’d had a healthy, wealthy nice life growing up, but he was nowhere near the man he was today. The nickname you’d called him ‘Bashful Bry’ was known around campus, he’d been this soft, shy, inexperienced kid. It took him at least the entire first year of law school to get fully on his feet, and even then he was never as confident and brash as he was today, and he certainly wasn’t the asshole he’d become to be known as around the firm.

Meanwhile there was you.

You were the one that befriended him first, half shy, more so coy, small grin on your cheeks as you introduced yourself, extending a hand to shake. You had more than your fair share of classes together, and often grouped up for projects, spending the rest of your free time studying together, testing each other, playing mock court room to up your skills and wit.

You were always so kind to him, so friendly and open, there was more than just a part of him that had slowly fallen for you. First you were just a friend, but your passion, the ambition and power he could see behind your eyes, the amount of knowledge on the law that you held, the way you talked about your future career? It all made him want you more. But back in law school, he wasn’t the same kid, he was this shy little thing, he didn’t have the balls to ask you out, to ever make a move. That little grin you’d shoot him over a late night of studying? That gleam in your eye when you crushed him in a mock debate? It drove him crazy, gave his stomach butterflies, and back in the day? He had absolutely no idea how to deal with that.

You? You were the one that got away.

And now you were back in his life. Problem being? He’d made a reputation for himself, everyone hated him, thought he was a pompous asshole who valued sex, booze and winning cases over everything else. He didn’t care who he hurt along the way, he just wanted to succeed, and you knew nothing about that side of him. He knew there was a pretty high chance that you were still that somewhat innocent girl from school, there was no way you’d grown into as much of a jaded human as he had been. He suddenly felt himself in a panic, wondering if you’d be able to accept him for who he was now, better yet, if he would be able to change. He’d held such heavy secrets of his feelings for you back at Harvard, he wasn’t going to give up the chance to shoot his shot now, the only question was going to be if it would work. Whether he could be the man that you deserved after all these years, or whether he’d lose you the second you found out who he was now, he could only hope that he could try and do this.

He let out a huff of a sigh, pocketing your card before pushing back from his desk, at least for now he could worry about the meeting with Diane and distract himself from that before he had the chance to debate over how soon was to call you.

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Throuple Series: Delayed Gratification (Part 2)

Bryan Kneef x Reader x Rafael Barba. CW: language, smut. WC: 2K *smutty right under the cut*

“Are you fucking serious?” Bryan asked, with a roll of his eyes. “Is this because I was late? I was stuck at court.”

Rafael watched as his lookalike slowly stroked his massive cock. You released Rafael from your mouth and looked up. “See, I told you he must have been stuck!”

Rafael glared at you. “Do you want to come later?”

Your eyes widened and you nodded hurriedly.

“Then back to it.” Rafael growled. You turned to Bryan and mouthed a ‘sorry’ to him which was accompanied with the tiniest of shrugs.

You turned back to Rafael and dipped your head to pay attention to his balls, sucking the sensitive, velvety skin with firm but light suction. You used a hand to jerk him.

Rafael sucked in a sharp breath and threw his head back. Bryan kept stroking his cock, letting out a grunt of pleasure as he picked up the pace. He focused on your ass, thinking about the last time he gave you a good pounding in your tight little hole and how he came hard, filling you up.

Precum leaked from the tip of Bryan’s cock and he moved one thumb in a circle, smearing it over the head and down his cock, down the thick vein on the underside.

Rafael at this point, pulled you up so you were sitting in his lap. Your face was a mess, saliva covering your chin and your mascara smeared. Rafael gripped your chin and kissed you hard. “Turn around, let’s show Bryan what he is missing.” Rafael pushed you into a standing position and then stood himself, undoing the remainder of his clothes.

You bit your lip at the sight of Bryan’s cock. You knew how full his cock made you feel and your pussy clenched in response. Rafael grabbed your hand and led you so you were closer to Bryan. He then pressed down on your shoulders. “Fours.”

You nodded and dropped one knee at a time before adjusting so you were all fours. Rafael settled behind you, running his cock up and down along your slit, coating his cock in your juices. You let out a moan as the head of his cock pressed into you. You instinctively rocked back, but Rafael pressed his hand on the small of your back, stilling you.

Finally, Rafael bottomed out, filling you up with his full length. You let out a throaty moan in response. Rafael ran his hands over the curve of your ass, which were snug against his thighs. His fingers dug into your hips as he began to piston in and out of you. With every propel forward, you realized you were mere inches from Bryan’s cock. If you stuck your tongue out, you could try to blow him. Rafael must’ve read your mind because he pulled you back and you felt the carpet burn on your knees.

“No, no. Bryan doesn’t get rewarded.” Rafael retorted as he held you there, his cock notched deeply in your pussy.

Bryan glared at Rafael. “You’re such a dick.”

“Says the one who has his dick in his hand.” Rafael replied as he resumed fucking you.

“Am I being used… as - oh, fuck!” You cried out. “Used as a pawn … in your sexual game?”

Rafael laid a spank on your ass. “Yes - is there a problem with that?” He reached around again and his hand found your clit, slick and swollen. He began to rub in concentric circles.

You groaned at the sensations it gave you. “Oh, oh fuck! I - I just wanted to - fuck, yes! Make sure we were all on the same p-p-page.”

Rafael gave you a couple of hard, punctuated thrusts, causing you to cry out and reach for Bryan for stabilization.

Bryan watched your face contort with pleasure.

“Fuck this. I’m not watching anymore. I need to fuck someone and I need to do it now.” Bryan growled. He made way to Rafael and tugged him towards him, which caused him to slip out of you. You tumbled forward slightly but caught yourself and turned around to watch the two men battle it out for dominance.

Bryan pushed Rafael down so he was on his back and then pressed his legs up. “Lube?”

Rafael nodded. “Y/N?”

You stood on wobbly knees and made way to your purse and found the bottle of lube you always kept in your purse, just in case. You tossed it over to Bryan who poured a generous amount over his hand and cock. In that instant, Rafael leaned up and pushed Bryan down.

Bryan’s eyes widened at Rafael’s move. “Oh someone came to play.”

Rafael snatched the lube and took some to pour on Bryan’s hole, before slipping a finger in to stretch him. “If anyone else is getting fucked, it’s you.” Rafael growled as he slid his cock in. He didn’t wait for the adjustment and pushed in deeper, bottoming out. His balls were snug against Bryan’s ass. Rafael withdrew slightly, squirted more lube and pressed in again.

“Y/N, get that pretty pussy over on Bryan’s face, but face me.”

You nodded. “Yes daddy.” You mock saluted.

You lowered yourself so you were over Bryan’s face, facing out to Rafael. You let out a gasp as Bryan gripped your thighs and pulled you down. His mouth found your needy cunt and began to eat you out with fervor. You pressed your tits together, tugging on your nipples as Bryan proved as to how he got to be so silver tongued.

You rode Bryan’s face, rolling your hips forward, grinding against his face. His tongue delved between your folds and found your clit. He lapped at it, circled it with his tongue. You were already overstimulated from when Rafael was fucking you, so your orgasm began it’s ascent easily. You felt it wind and pool in your belly.

Don’t stop, so close,” you groaned. Bryan’s hands grabbed at your ass, hard before he laid a spank on it.

You lost your steadiness and fell forward slightly, bracing yourself on his chest. Bryan used the opportunity to spread your lips apart with his fingers and he slipped a thick digit inside of you. Your thighs trembled as he finger fucked you, sending you over the precipice. Your eyes squeezed shut as you completely dissolved into pleasure.

As you began to come back into your body, you were aware of Rafael really pounding into Bryan. He was grunting and groaning, sweat dripping off his face.

Bryan lightly tapped the back of your thigh, signaling you to climb off, which you did. You could tell Rafael was close. Bryan’s cock looked painful, red with cum weeping.

“Shit, I’m going to come!” Rafael growled. He withdrew himself and stood over you. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth. You felt Rafael’s hot cum land on your face and you reached down to rub your clit. You opened your eyes and gave him a wicked smile as you made a show of licking and cleaning.

“Is everyone going to come but me?” Bryan snapped. You turned your attention to him and climbed onto Bryan. You took his cock in your hand and gave him a few strokes before lining him up with your entrance. Bryan was more hung than Rafael and you let out a moan as you sunk down onto him. You closed your eyes as you seated yourself fully. It felt as if his cock was splitting you in half and you reveled in the feeling of pain because you knew it would soon eek into pleasure.

“God, I love riding you.” You gasped as he started thrusting up, hitting deep, making you cry out.

Bryan gripped your hips, digging so hard you knew in the morning you’d have bruises. Both men knew you bruised like a peach and they used that to their pleasure - marking you in many ways - sometimes in ways that made it difficult to hide. You were their toy and they made damn sure everyone knew.

Bryan planted his feet on the ground and began to jackhammer into you, your tits bouncing, the sound of your ass clapping against his thighs filling the room.

Rafael stroked himself as he watched you meet Bryan stroke for stroke, coming down harder. “Good girl.” Rafael rasped. “You look so pretty taking Bryan’s cock. And you take it so well.”

You made a keening sound and turned to where Rafael was. He pulled you into a messy kiss before dipping his mouth to your tits, sucking one of your pert nipples, before providing equal attention to the other.

Rafael plucked your nipples and you whimpered in response. You loved having your breasts played with. Your head fell back and you sped up, bouncing on Bryan’s lap, matching him thrust for thrust.

Your pussy tightened around Bryan’s cock. You’ve come once already and you’re less patient now for the next one.

Bryan watched where his cock disappeared into you. “Damn baby girl, look at all that cream just dripping down my cock.” He praised.

You couldn’t respond - you were too lost in ecstasy. You were barely aware of Rafael being behind you and squirting lube all over your asshole. Bryan slowed his pace and pulled you down for a kiss, which allowed Rafael to push his cock into your ass.

Rafael slid into you and you gasped as he filled you up completely. Rafael pressed small, delicate kisses along the knobs of your spine, murmuring praises of how you were such a good girl taking both cocks. You felt so wonderfully full. The two men waited for you to adjust and then fell into a smooth rhythm, with Rafael’s cock sliding in you and Bryan pulling out. It was a carnal scene as their bodies moved with one another as they thrust inside you. You were trembling as they fucked you, letting out pathetic whimpers as you clung to their sweaty bodies.

Bryan tried to hold out but the way your pussy gripped his cock so tightly, he just couldn’t last. His teeth gnashed together as he tried to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through him but he couldn’t. He let out a string of swears as he stiffened as he came. His load painted your walls before dripping out of you and pooling where you were both intimately connected.

Bryan’s cock softened but he held you tightly, his hands playing with your tits as he swallowed your cries as you quickly followed, coming yourself. Rafael let a deep rumble before pulling out. He stood at the side of you and Bryan, rubbing his cock furiously and then came himself with a grunt. You had sat up and creamy ropes of cum landed on Bryan’s lower abdomen. Bryan scooped some up with his fingers and presented it to you. You took his fingers and sucked them clean, letting out a hum of pleasure as you did so.

Rafael was slumped on his couch, catching his breath as he watched you both. Finally, you swung off Bryan and on wobbly legs made your way to the couch where you sat next to Rafael, your head on his shoulder. You both had equally relaxed smiles.

Bryan groaned as he sat up. “Ugh my back.” He bemoaned.

“You okay there grandpa?” You asked which earned you a glare from the Chicago litigator. Rafael chuckled.

“That was fun but how about we finish this at home? I know I could go a few more rounds.” Bryan replied as he gathered his clothes. “But I could do without the floor.”

“First dinner, I’m starving.” You replied as you reached for Bryan. He pulled you up and pressed a kiss to your lips.

You both turned to Rafael, anticipating his response. He nodded. “Absolutely - Bryan, if you thought you were off the hook yet, you are sorely mistaken.”

Bryan let out a deep laugh. “No objection here, Your Honor.”

FIN

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The Nanny, Part 3.

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Follow-up to part two. You can read part one here. Warnings: NSFW - smut, spanking, oral, squirting, daddy kink, p in v sex, masturbation (m & f), language. Also CW: physical violence (smack across the face). WC: 6.5K

S/O: @beccabarba for beta'ing not 1 but 2 versions of this story and for words of encouragement/support.

If you had a nickel for the amount of times you and Bryan each said “this can’t happen again”, you wouldn’t even need to be a nanny anymore. Once again, you found yourself tangled in Bryan’s sheets in post-coital bliss.

You were laying on your side, with your head propped on your hand. “That’s one hell of a way to wake up.” You murmured, to which Bryan let out a low chuckle.

“You’re welcome.”

You rolled your eyes. “Sometimes I swear that ego of yours is bigger than that cock of yours.”

“You fucking love it.” Bryan replied as he covered his body with yours and rolled, so he was on top of you. He used his knee to part your legs, not that they needed much from his part to open wide.

Your eyes searched his green eyes, which were sparkling. You wrapped a hand around his sweat slicked neck, and pulled him down for a kiss. The kiss started softly, but quickly ramped up in intensity. A low rumble emanated from his chest as he started rocking his hips into yours. You felt his cock, beginning to harden once more and your arousal shot through you like lightening.

Bryan’s lips found purchase on your neck and you let out a gasp as he sucked a mark into your skin, leaving a bruise. You let out a throaty moan as he followed with his teeth grazing the bruised skin before soothing the spot with his warm, wet tongue.

Your nipples were rock solid, despite his warm body on top of you. You elongated your neck to give him further access to your neck when your eyes caught the time on his clock.

“Shit I should go, the kids will be up soon for school!”

Bryan pressed a kiss on your lips before giving your ass a sharp smack. “Okay.”

You swung off Bryan and grabbed your clothes that were crumpled in the corner of the room. You playfully tossed your ruined panties to Bryan before you slipped on your sleep shorts and t-shirt. “I can’t find my panties.” You stated out loud, really to yourself more than to Bryan.

Bryan let out a low whistle and when you turned to him, you saw he had them hanging off the tip of his index finger. You smirked and you walked over to him. You reached to grab them and he pulled them back, balling them up in his fist.

“Fine, keep them. May they bring you fond memories.” You poked his chest with your finger. “Since this is the last time.”

Bryan’s gaze changed and his eyes hardened. He reached for you, and pulled you close to him with a strong arm. “Right.”

You leaned up to kiss him, and the kiss was quick and brief, as he pulled away. You opened your mouth to say something but found yourself unable to say anything. So instead, you spun on your heels and made your way out. You quietly shut the door behind you and when you turned around, you nearly bumped into Jasper. He rubbed his eyes before looking at you curiously. “Ms. Y/N, what were you doing in my dad’s room?”

“Jasper! Um.” You began, your cheeks burning, racking your brain for something to say to the seven year old. “I had to help your dad with something. It’s still early, why don’t you go back to bed and I’ll come get you when it’s time for breakfast. How about chocolate chip pancakes?”

Jasper yawned and rubbed his eyes. “Okay.” You sighed inwardly and walked Jasper down the hall back to his room.

Back in your room, you showered and freshened up. You were still tingly all over from sleeping with Bryan earlier. Part of you wondered if it was really the last time and if you thought about it too much, an uncomfortable feeling gnawed at your insides.

Deep down though, you knew, it wasn’t.

***

Later that evening, you settled into bed with your tablet, hoping that a good book would quiet your mind from other thoughts. You pulled the comforter up to your waist and turned all but one light off. Before opening your latest read, you decided to check your email.

“Junk, junk, junk.” You murmured to yourself as you went through your inbox. There was one email that caught your eye.

It was from your cousin in New York who was getting married in less than a month. You were a bridesmaid and it was an invitation to her bachelorette festivities in The Hamptons.

You made a mental note to ask Bryan about time off to attend in the morning.

***

“Where are you going again?” Bryan asked as he followed you into the kitchen. You pulled a carafe of orange juice from the fridge as well as some cut-up fruit. You used your foot to shut the fridge door and set everything on the marbled breakfast bar.

You watched Bryan as walked by, inwardly groaning. He was shirtless, in casual sleep shorts. Your eyes raked over his muscular chest, knowing how good it felt to grip when you rode him. How the smattering of salt and pepper chest hair felt against your nipples. How he always kept it trim and it made a perfect trail to…

“The Hamptons.” You replied, shaking your head out of its reverie. “She rented a beach house for the weekend and we’re just basically going to drink and work on our tans.”

“Mmm.” Bryan reached for a glass and made his way towards you. Your breath hitched as he approached you from behind. You could feel his breath hot on your neck as he reached past you for the carafe of orange juice.

“I should be so jealous.”

You tensed, straightening your back. “How so?” you squeaked.

You felt Bryan push your hair off your neck and felt his beard tickle your skin. “I’d love to see you in a bathing suit.”

You laughed and turned around. Your heart raced as you were almost nose to nose with the litigator. “Bryan, you’ve seen me naked. I have had your dick in my mouth.”

Bryan smirked. “It’s different.” He brought the carafe to his mouth and drank it. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed in his neck and all you wanted to do in that moment was to hop on the counter and let him have his way from you. Bryan set the orange juice down and licked his lips. Your cunt clenched around nothing and you were certain your face was flushing.

“Oh.”

Bryan winked and left, but not before grabbing a piece of melon and plucking it into his mouth.

***

Time flew and soon it was the morning of when you were to head out to the East Coast.

“Jasper, Sandrine, be on your best behavior this weekend.” You said, crouching between the two tow headed children. “Try not to give your dad a hard time.” Please.” you added after a beat.

“We won’t.” Sandrine replied. “Promise.”

Jasper nodded eagerly. “Bring us a souvenir?” he asked, his voice hopeful.

“Of course!” You replied. You heard a car honk outside. You stood and ruffled Jasper’s hair. You looked past him, to Bryan. “That must be my ride.”

“Really should have let me drive you.” Bryan gruffed.

You smiled. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll only be gone for the weekend. I’ll be back Sunday night. Not even a two hour flight.”

“Let me at least walk you out and help you with your luggage.”

You didn’t miss how his hand cradled your lower back as he walked you out. After your luggage was put in the trunk, Bryan handed the driver some cash, telling him to keep the change. Before you got in the car, Bryan surprised you by kissing you. “You’ll be missed.”

The two of you were completely unaware of four little eyes watching from behind the window adjacent to the door.

***

Bryan was sure you were having a great time. He didn’t want to seem overbearing but he was curious as to how you were doing. He quickly learned how much of a good time you were having through your instagram since you followed each other. He smiled at the pictures of you and your cousins. It looked like you were having a great time. Bryan couldn't help but admit that his feelings for you were becoming more.

You were dancing with your cousin and her friends at a dive bar. You were in a bikini top and shorts, rolled at the waist but undone, around a bonfire. Random shots of you hugging people. There was one photo in particular he wasn’t wild about but he was sure it was nothing more - you were in the middle of the shot, sandwiched between who he deduced was your cousin and some young blond man. The blond wrapped his arm around your waist and you were smiling.

There were also some interesting text messages. One was a photo of you in your suit, as he requested, and then there was one of you nude, from the neck below.

You were back in your room, after having one too many drinks. You changed your clothes and climbed into bed. A thought occurred to you - your roommate - a friend of your cousins - was off hooking up with some random person - you could call Bryan and have a little phone sex. You climbed into bed and reached for your phone.

You pouted as your call went to voicemail. “Hi Bryan - oh, I’m sorry.” You slurred. “I mean daddy. Right? You like it when I call you that right? I miss you so much. I wish you were here with me. I am so lonely and so fucking wet for you.” Your hands drifted down to the middle of your legs and you began to touch yourself. You continued to play with yourself while talking into the phone. “It’s never off the table - you and I. I am always yours for the taking.”

You began to rub yourself more quickly, feeling the coil inside of you about to burst. “Oh yes, daddy! Fuck!”

As you came down, your phone beeped. You looked back at the phone. It was dead.

You threw your head back onto the pillow, irritated. You sat up and reached for your charger and plugged it in. As you waited for the phone to charge, your eyes became heavy and soon you were asleep.

***

Meanwhile in Chicago, Bryan sat in his office, trying to finish a brief. The kids were asleep in their rooms. He looked at the clock, and wondered if you were still awake. He picked up his phone and was about to call you, when he changed his mind and decided to pull up the picture of you naked once more. Bryan’s cock twitched and his thumb trailed over you. He stood and lowered his pants and boxers, so they were around his ankles. His cock was hard and weeping. He stroked himself as his mind drifted back to the last time he fucked you. He remembered how your body swayed from the pull of his hands drawing you back on his cock.

He stroked himself rhythmically, squeezing at the base with every downstroke. Bryan let his thumb glide across the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum. Bryan released himself and spit into his hand before resuming his movements, now stroking faster. Bryan stared at the picture of you and let out a moan, imagining it was you sucking and stroking him instead. He recalled how wet you were, how good your pussy felt wrapped around his cock, taking him deep.

Bryan’s balls began to feel heavy and that familiar coil in his gut began to emerge, signaling his need for release. He began to stroke himself feverishly, working faster and faster. He gripped his phone hard before releasing it knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. Bryan’s hips jerk forward as cum pumped out in hot and fast spurts all over his fist. He attempted to make it last by continuing to stroke himself languidly, squeezing out every last bit of cum. With a grunt and shuddering sigh, Bryan felt incredible relief. Bryan tried to bring his labored breathing back to normal so that he could clean himself up. He was so distracted while cleaning up, he didn’t see the incoming missed call from you, or your voicemail.

***

The next morning, you woke up to a few texts from Bryan double checking when your flight came in. You responded and inquired how the kids were in your absence. ‘Fine.’

If you were paranoid, you would have felt uncomfortable at his short reply. You showered and since it was still warm out in New York, chose a sundress and a cardigan.

You said goodbye to your cousin and her friends, and took a cab to the airport. You made sure to stop at the giftshop to pick up some souvenirs for Sandrine and Jasper. You found a chintzy cigar ashtray emblazoned with I “heart” NY and picked that up for Bryan.

It was to your surprise that you found Bryan waiting at arrivals with Jasper and Sandrine. You laughed at the sign Jasper held with your name. “Did you all miss me?” You asked.

“Dad doesn’t make the pancakes like you make them.” Sandrine replied, with a roll of her eyes as you all walked to the parking lot.

“I am sure he did just fine.” You replied.

Bryan grunted in response and you looked his way, your brow arched. After waiting a beat and realizing he wasn’t going to say anything further, you turned your attention back to the children.

“Well, I missed you all tons. It was not the same without you three.” You replied as Sandrine took your hand.

“You sure looked like you were having fun.” Bryan muttered under his breath as you all approached his car. Bryan took your bag and unceremoniously dropped it into the trunk. While you knew Bryan had a temper - you couldn’t chalk what you did to upset him. ‘Maybe just work bullshit.’ you thought to yourself as you got in the car.

***

Dinner that night was takeout - Chinese - and you all sat around the coffee table, very informally as a movie played. Bryan sat on the couch, sipping his drink and picking at dinner. After the last fortune cookie was read, Bryan cleaned up and you got the kids ready for bed.

You tucked the kids for the night and then made way to find Bryan. He was in his study, his back to you as he looked out the window. Before you could even announce your presence, he beckoned you in.

Still looking outside the window, Bryan took a long sip of his drink. “You had a lot of fun this weekend, didn’t you?”

“I did.” You admitted, rather slowly as you approached him from behind. “Is there some kind of a problem?”

“You were naughty. I saw the pictures, prancing around in that little bikini, flaunting those tits. I saw how that guy had his arm wrapped around you.”

“Him?” You exclaimed before letting out a sardonic chuckle. “He grabbed my ass and I smacked him. Besides,” you continued, “what does it matter? It’s not like I am your girlfriend. What? Are you pissed you had to deal with your children for once on a whole given weekend?”

“Excuse me?” Bryan turned to face you. “What did you say?”

You crossed your arms, which pushed your tits further up in the sundress you still wore.

“You heard me.” You challenged, your chin jutted upwards in defiance.

“I heard that little message you left me too.”

You stared at him confusedly for a minute and then your eyes widened in realization.

Bryan took out his cellphone and pressed play on the voicemail message that you didn’t recall leaving. Your mouth dropped as you heard yourself masturbating and then coming.

Bryan tossed his phone onto the desk followed by the glass, which left the sound of a plink. He stalked you with long strides and when you blinked, he materialized in front of you. You looked up at him, and he could see the fire in your eyes.

Bryan pulled you to him, and his hands were immediately on your ass, squeezing and groping. Your hands cupped his cheeks as you pressed your lips to his, kissing him. Your kiss was desperate and your cunt ached with need.

He tilted your neck, exposing the slope and he latched his mouth on your sweet spot. He sucked a mark into your skin and then used his teeth to scrape the wounded area, causing you to hiss.

There was a couch in the study and normally you would find Bryan there, asleep when he’s worked too late. Now instead, he was sitting, with your bottom-half draped over his lap.

Bryan flipped your sundress up, delighted to find you wearing a thong. Your breath hitched as his hands gently caressed your exposed flesh and then pulled the back of your thong up, so it disappeared more between your cheeks. His other hand dipped to your pussy, feeling how hot, wet and needy you were.

“Such a fucking tease. We agreed we weren’t going to do anything else, did we not?”

His fingers dipped slightly into your folds, teasing.

“I’m a tease? Please, you loved it.” You retorted before letting out a moan.

“Watch that mouth.” Bryan growled as he removed his hand from your already soaking cunt, and moved it to your hair where he gave a firm tug. “You’re going to get spanked for that little comment.” Bryan grabbed a handful of flesh and shook it.

His tone took a deeper, darker, authoritarian tone. “Count.”

The first spank was light, almost like a test spank. Still, you couldn’t help yourself. “You call that a spank? C’mon, if you’re going to spank me, make it worth my while.”

A rumble emanated deep and low from Bryan and you tensed, bracing yourself for the subsequent spank. His heavy hand landed on your skin, sharp and hot, the sound nearly reverberating in the otherwise quiet space. You let out a gasp as you jolted slightly off of him.

“That better?” Bryan asked. Your skin was tingling and you found yourself unable to formulate words. Another smack landed, this time on the opposite cheek, sending a shot of arousal through your core. One of his hands soothed a reddened cheek while the other twisted into your hair and tugged harshly. “Well? Answer me.”

Your eyes pricked with tears; the pain mixed with your arousal - it hurt, but in a good way and you wanted more. “Yes.”

“Adding another ten. Keep it up and I’ll add another ten. Right now we are at twenty. Count.”

You took a deep breath as Bryan’s hand came down hard on your ass once more.

“One.” The spank that followed was delivered just as harshly, maybe even more so.

“Two.”

The sting stuck around a few seconds longer and your skin began to feel more and more sensitive. Your pussy throbbed and you knew if Bryan were to touch you, you would fall apart.

As if reading your mind, you felt Bryan’s hands at the sides of your panties. He nimbly removed them, and lowered them down to the widest part of your thighs, the material stretching. The air of the room caressed your folds and Bryan hummed pleasantly. His fingers skimmed your cunt, which was hot and wet. Over and over, Bryan teasingly played with your cunt - stroking inside and out. His fingers were coated in your juices. You were whimpering, mewling under your breath softly, but you were stuck there on his lap. Your breath was heavy, your heart was pounding in tandem with the throb of your pussy.

“Daddy, oh fuck, please.” You begged. A tear dripped down your cheek. “I want to come! Please!”

You tried to squirm, desperate for some kind of friction, but Bryan just held you there.

“Good girls get to come. You’re my dirty little slut. Tell me do you think of me often when you touch yourself?

“Yes.” You whimpered. “All the time.”

The flat of his palm was against your skin, delivering yet another controlled and calculated spank. Over and over again, alternating sides of your cheeks while you counted. By the time the final spank was delivered, the skin of your ass was red and hot. You took another deep breath as Bryan delivered the final spank – that final spank was the hardest spank you’d managed yet. Your whole body tensed for a moment as the pain radiated around you, more tears falling.

Bryan’s cock was painfully hard, aching against you. All in that moment was him inside of you, to quell that ache that he had created. Instead, he stood, shifting you back onto the couch so that you laid flat.

“Don’t move.” His voice was firm and you nodded. Your eyes tracked him as he walked out of the study. Your mind began to drift to where he was going. Was he going to leave you there? Was this some kind of kinky test?

Before your mind could drift any further, Bryan was back. He sat next to you and you heard the sound of a lid being unscrewed. You jumped slightly as you felt something - a cream, an ointment - you weren’t sure - being applied to your skin.

“It’s a salve with comfrey.” Bryan murmured. “You did so well.”

When he was done, your panties were tugged back up and your dress smoothed down. You winced as you sat up. Your face and chest were flushed and Bryan could see the outline of your hard nipples. You were doe-eyed, your mouth slightly parted.

Bryan rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip, in a gentle almost caressing way. You darted your tongue out and nipped the fatty pad of his thumb. Bryan took a deep inhalation and your eyes drifted to his cock, which was still pressing against the front of his pants.

Bryan watched as you undid the straps of your dress, one shoulder at a time, and then shimmying it down, exposing your breasts.

You reached down to the button of his pants but Bryan caught your wrists instead.

“Not now. Later.” Bryan stood and then turned to help you stand. As much as he did want to fuck you, he wanted the satisfaction of denying you. Instead he pulled your straps back up. “You need to rest for what I have in store for later. Now what do you say for earlier? Did you learn your lesson?”

You nodded and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Maybe.”

Bryan leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Such a slut for daddy’s cock.” And with that he pinched your nipple hard, causing you to cry out once more.

***

The following day and the rest of the week that followed, Bryan made no further move other than little kisses and touches here and there. By the time the end of the week rolled around, you felt as if every nerve ending was electrified, like a ticking bomb waiting to detonate. You were so thrilled that the kids were going to their mother’s for the weekend. You would finally be alone with Bryan, with no interruptions.

As you hugged the children goodbye, Constance glared at you as she leaned against her car. The driver of Constance’s car came around and picked up the children’s overnight bags and loaded them into the trunk.

You waved goodbye and as you spun on your heels to go back inside, you heard your name called.

Constance crossed her arms. Her gaze was hidden by her oversized sunglasses. “May I have a word with you?”

Your heart was in your throat and you could feel the bile in your throat rise.

“Sure.” You replied weakly. “Inside, so as to not disturb the children.”

Constance pushed past you and into her former home, whipping her long blonde hair in your face. The sound of her heels echoed throughout. You followed her, feeling as if you were walking in molasses. She spun around, while removing her sunglasses. The tension was thick - easily cut through with a knife.

“The children told me they saw you and Bryan kissing.”

You swallowed hard. You opened your mouth, but she raised a finger at you, shushing you.

“And while the children don’t have an issue with it, I do. And don’t think for a minute that Bryan loves you. I see through you. You’re nothing more than the hired help, someone who can be easily replaced. I have made sure to protect my assets and I will not have some two bit tramp take what is rightfully mine.” And before you could even further digest what she said, Constance delivered a sharp smack across your face.

You cried out, covering your face from any other infliction. To add insult to injury, when Constance slapped you, the stones of her many rings were on the inside of her palm, which cut your face. Your face grew hot, matching the heat that emanated from your bruised cheek.

You watched through tears as Connie stormed off and got into the back of her car. You continued to watch until the car drove off. You went over to the hallway mirror, checking your face. You gingerly touched your cheek, wincing as you did so. And it was only then, you allowed yourself to cry.

***

Hours later, Bryan came home from the office; you were nowhere to be found. He searched his home and then your apartment. Your car was still parked, so he knew you couldn’t have gone far.

When he did find you, he found you sitting at the pool edge, with a pack of peas on your face. Your eyes were puffy, streaks of mascara had dripped down your face and dried.

You couldn’t bear to look at him, fearing you would burst into tears once more. So when he crouched down next to you, you instead chose to look into the pool’s reflection, explaining what had happened.

“Come.” Bryan responded, offering his hand to you. You sighed and stood, taking his hand into yours. Bryan led you to the bathroom, where he cleaned your face and applied the same salve on your cheek as he did on your rear, just days prior.

Bryan offered dinner, but you refused, just wanting to go to bed. Bryan pressed a kiss to your forehead before excusing himself to make a call. As you reached the door to your apartment, you could hear Bryan yelling on the phone. And fresh tears fell once more.

***

You woke up the next morning, your head pounding. You showered and tied your hair into a loose wet braid. You found Bryan in the kitchen, plating food from containers. He gave you a small smile as you padded in.

“You know I can’t cook for shit.” Bryan apologized. “Coffee?”

You shook your head. “In a minute. I just wanted to say about last night --”

Bryan came up to you and placed a finger over your lips. “Nothing. It wasn’t your fault. It was Connie’s.” Even hearing her name made you wince.

To your surprise, Bryan enveloped you in a hug and you nuzzled against his chest, taking in how warm and solid he was. The embrace was comforting and as his fingers trailed your spine, you felt yourself grow warm in other places. Gently, you pulled away from him and looked up at him. Constance’s words reverberated in your head. Instead you decided to lean into it. If you were going to get smacked, then at least make it worth it. “You know, you were going to make good on that promise to me…”

Bryan raised a brow. “Are you sure? Look, last night was a lot --”

You shook your head as you repeated the words from your voicemail. “I’m yours for the taking… daddy.”

Bryan took a deep breath and something in his whole demeanor changed as you called him that. He cupped your face and pulled you in for a searing kiss. His tongue rolled against yours, exploring your mouth. You could taste the lingering coffee on him and he could taste the minty remnants of your mouth. You reached down and rubbed the front of his pants, feeling his cock harden beneath your touch. Bryan took the bottom of your lip and gave it a nip.

***

In all of the places you imagined having sex with Bryan, the middle of his open concept kitchen was not one of them. You were on your back, on the rug that usually was by the sink. Bryan loomed over you. You eyed the large tent in his pants and licked your lips hungrily. Bryan climbed over you, covering your body with his. His hands threaded in your hair as he slanted his mouth over yours. Your legs wrapped around his hips, interlocking at the ankles. As the two of you kissed, he rutted against you. Your hands ran down his sides, using your nails to scrape his sides.

Bryan broke the kiss and sat back on his haunches, before reaching for the hem of his shirt and removing it over his head. You admired his broad chest, with the smattering of greying chest hair that you loved so much. Your eyes followed the trail down to where it disappeared under the waistband of his pants. You leaned up slightly and removed your top before reaching back to unclasp your bra, freeing your aching breasts.

Bryan’s mouth latched onto a nipple immediately, swirling his tongue over the pebbled flesh. You arched slightly into his mouth as his teeth gently scraped over the sensitive and heated flesh. One hand wrapped into his hair, and the other cupped your other breast. You tugged on his hair so he could equally lavish the other breast. He suckled hard on your tit, leaving a purple mark.

“Oh yes, Bryan.” You moaned. You were already so wet and ready for more. You raised your hips, desperate for some friction. Bryan moved further down your body, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the valley of your breasts. His tongue laved on and over your belly button, causing your muscles to quiver. He finally made way down to just above your pelvic region where he made quick work of your pants and underwear, removing them simultaneously. Bryan tossed your clothes carelessly to the floor. You spread your legs, but he spread them further, hooking his arms under your thighs and bringing your sweet cunt to his mouth. He nuzzled your pussy, taking a deep inhalation of your scent. His hot breath on your cunt made you so eager in anticipation as to what was to come. You propped yourself up on your elbows and let out a giggle as Bryan gave you a wink before he dipped his head.

You let out an obscene moan and threw your head back as he flattened his tongue and licked a broad stripe up. The warm, wet muscle of his tongue circled your clit before his lips closed around it, suckling hard. You ground and rocked against his mouth, as he worked you closer and closer to orgasm. The enthusiastic sounds Bryan made as he ate you out only further served to heighten your arousal. Bryan would sporadically pause to lavish bites on your thighs but then would dive in, pushing his tongue inside of you as deep as possible.

“I’m going to come!” You cried out, feeling your orgasm about to crest. Bryan removed his mouth from you and you let out a whine at the denial. “Bryan!”

Bryan responded by sliding two of his thick fingers inside of you, using his thumb to roughly rub your clit. “You’ll come sweetheart. Don’t you worry. But you know what I want and I want you to give it to me.” His fingers crooked in a come hither motion towards your navel and a different kind of pressure began to quickly build. You grasped at the floor, your legs trembling. The pressure burst and your back arched in a bow as you came hard, squirting all over Bryan and the rug.

You barely had a chance to come down as Bryan eased out his fingers briefly and then thrusted three fingers deep inside of you, to the knuckles. “Fuck!”

“Give daddy another one sweetheart. You earned it.” Bryan commanded. His mouth returned to your clit, abusing and torturing it as his fingers began to jackhammer into you. You squeezed your eyes tightly, feeling the pressure build again.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna… oh God!” You wailed as Bryan removed his mouth and rubbed your clit with the flat of his palm rapidly. Warm wetness released from you as you squirted again.

“God I wish you could see how beautiful you are when you come for daddy.” Bryan purred as he licked your pussy juices off your thighs.

Your breath was shallow, your body trembling as Bryan stood to make removal of the rest of his clothes. His monstrously sized cock stood proudly, the meaty veins glistening with arousal. Bryan gave himself a few pumps. You widened your legs and Bryan shook his head. “All fours.”

You did as told, turning over on wobbly legs and positioning yourself on all fours.

You felt him line up with your entrance and you pushed back eagerly. His hands ran over your hips and then ass, grabbing the flesh. Teasingly, Bryan slipped the fat head of his cock inside you and then slipped out. He did it a few times and you let out an annoyed whine and pushed back once more.

Bryan pushed inside of you deeply in one smooth thrust, your cunt gripping him tightly once he was fully seated. Bryan groaned, deep and throaty, relishing in how your pussy took him so well. If he could have seen your face, he would have seen the dreamy smile on your face. Bryan’s cock was perfect and no one fucked you as good as he did. Bryan withdrew and then snapped his hips against the round of your ass, tearing a moan from you. Bryan grabbed the flesh of your hips and began to thrust in and out of you, setting a brutal and fast pace.

“Oh fuck yes daddy, give it to me!” You cried out, dropping your head. Your hair fell over your face, swaying in tandem with his thrusts.

“That’s it, take daddy’s cock.” Bryan growled as he placed a hand on the small of your back and leaned back slightly, watching as his cock, covered in your juices, disappeared in and out of you.

The sounds of obscene moans and deep, throaty groans filled the room as Bryan fucked you mercilessly. The sex was raw, primal and animalistic. Bryan withdrew and pulled you into standing position. You were about to question him, when he propped you on the table. He threw your legs over his shoulders and slid his cock back into you.

“Fuck, yes, oh Jesus fuck, give it to me! That’s it! Harder! Deeper!”

The table creaked and the table moved slightly as Bryan began to pick up the pace, his cock slamming inside of you over and over again. You could feel how his balls slapped against your cunt.

“Yes! Yes! Like that!” You panted. Bryan turned his head to one of your legs and licked the salt off your skin.

“Gonna come for me?” Bryan growled. “Gonna cream on my cock?”

“Yes, yes! Gonna make me come!” You cried out. Bryan dropped over you and a hand wrapped around your neck. Bryan squeezed and the air around you became thin. Bryan continued to fuck into you and you reached down to rub your clit.

Your walls began to tighten and flutter around Bryan’s length. “That’s it, give it to daddy.” He purred. “Let me feel you come and then I’ll fill you up real good.”

Bryan let go of your throat and moved to rub your clit as well, pushing your fingers away. You gasped, your lungs burning as air rushed in.

You came hard, your cunt squirting. You squeezed your eyes so hard that when you opened them, you saw floaters in your vision. Your cunt clamped on his cock again and you wailed again. “Bryan! Bryan! Oh my God!”

Bryan suddenly withdrew and he watched with obscene pride as you squirted again all over the table and floor.

“That’s right, make a mess for daddy.” Bryan growled. He then pushed you back down on the table, lifting your hips ever so slightly. He easily slid his cock inside of you once more and pounded into you erratically, chasing his own release. Bryan let out a deep groan, stiffening as he came, shooting his creamy hot load into you.

Bryan slumped over you and let out a sigh of content. You turned and pressed a kiss along his sweaty bearded cheek.

He withdrew and you let out a whine, already missing the feel of him inside of you. Bryan bent your legs to the knee and pulled your legs apart, his eyes focused on your pussy. “So full.” Bryan replied, again with pride.

You used the opportunity to squeeze some of your muscles, forcing some of his come out of you. Bryan let out a groan watching it drip out of you and onto the floor. He scooped some of his come that dripped out of you and slid his fingers inside of you, effectively fucking the cum back into you. You let out a shiver in response. Bryan slid his fingers out of you and sucked them clean before moving to stand you up.

You wrapped your arms around him, your mind still whirling. You were never going to be able to look at mealtime the same way again. “That was amazing.”

Bryan pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “And we have the whole weekend to ourselves.” He murmured and you hummed contentedly.

“I suppose we should clean this mess.” You stated, feeling yourself blush, despite the fact that you were both standing fully nude in his otherwise, pristine, white kitchen.

Bryan ran his hands through his hair, nodding. He then spoke again. “Don’t worry about Constance. I handled her.”

You looked up at Bryan, a small smile on your face. “Yeah?”

Bryan nodded and walked over to the sink, where he grabbed a rag. “She won’t be bothering you again or else. She’s just bitter and jealous. Her anger is misdirected - she should be upset with me. And even if she was, I don’t give a shit.”

You hummed and began picking up all the fallen clothes. “Thank you.”

Bryan wrapped his arms around you. “Now lets finish cleaning up and then let's take this to the shower.”

FIN.

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[thatesqcrush]

The Nanny, Pt. 3: teaser

A little moodboard tease of what’s to come... 

[storiesofsvu]

A New Level of Vacations

Heather Dunbar x Bryan Kneef x reader Yes, 'we've gone into the world of crossovers and I've placed my two kinkiest characters into one fic to round out @thatesqcrush 's kinktober. I don't know what possessed me to do this (yes, yes I do, it was @witches-unruly-heart asking for Barba/Heather/Reader and I went...but what about Bryan?) and this was born. I will likely be writing more for these three in the future because...how could I not?! (also open to suggestions on to who the fourth could be that they invite in?) Covers the breeding/creampie square. Also lil fun fact, this is the longest one shot I have written, and is even longer than the Off Limits SERIES!!! like... WHAT? it took me a MONTH to write and that was not because of writers block. Read the warnings, and enjoy besties! Warnings:Language, smut, dirty talk, derogatory talk/name calling, threesome (M/F/F), daddy kink, mommy kink, breeding kink/creampie, cum kink/play, choking/minor breath play, strap on, oral (male and female receiving), face fucking, spit, a tiny hint of face slapping but it’s not hard, it’s rather rough sex at points y’all, butt plugs, anal, spanking, squirting, snowballing, double penetration, overstimulation, some minor crying thanks to pleasure, bondage/tying up/spreader bar used, face sitting, and some praise kink.

A week away always meant a week of lavish hotel suites, private infinity pools right off the master bedroom, lush pillows and beds that were nothing smaller than a California king. They also meant the highest of shelf liquors, whether poured in your suite or down at any of the three bars, and the most luxurious of meals, delicacies you wouldn’t get to taste anywhere else in the world. They meant that you’d get to showcase your favourite dresses, revealing just enough skin to drive everyone crazy, though only your partners would know just how seductive the lingerie set underneath was. And that was because they were the ones who bought it for you, whether online, sending you with a credit card to the store demanding pictures before you bought, or taking the time to make you a whimpering mess in the change room before letting you purchase. On the rare occasion you would surprise them with something you’d bought without them knowing, and those were the nights you got absolutely ravished, both of them pulling as many orgasms from you as they deemed possible before coming themselves, constantly praising you for just how fucking beautiful you were, reminding you much they loved you.

The smaller trips away, ones that only one of them were needed for you would only stay for a day or two, not wanting to leave out whoever was stuck at home. There was usually a lot of facetiming, phone calls filled with your moans, audio messages of you begging to be fucked for the other to hear and masturbate to while the one you were with teased you endlessly. But this time, this week away? It was an actual vacation, with no work to be had, which meant all of it would be nothing but pleasure for the three of you. You were set up in a private suite in a gorgeous hotel in Bali, a giant pool right off your bedroom, able to watch the sunset each night from either the comfort of your bed or inside the pool overlooking the ocean. You’d barely left the suite the entire time, not needing much more than each other to occupy your time despite the gorgeous country you were in.

Yes, vacations with Heather and Bryan certainly were something else.

Your hotel suite took over an entire corner of the building, the infinity pool giving you 180 degrees view of the ocean and the sky. Heather had wanted to watch the sunrise over the ocean, urging the two of you to get up far earlier than you’d wanted, especially considering the night prior, but you couldn’t exactly tell her no. You lounged in the pool, alternating between whose arms you were in as you watched the sun rise, a happy hum leaving your lips each time someone kissed at your skin. Breakfast was room service, served on a floating tray that you all indulged in, conversation easily flowing between you as you discussed the day ahead. Heather couldn’t help but chuckle at the way you kept yawning, your head dropping back onto her or Bryan’s shoulder whenever it got the chance. Bryan rolled his eyes playfully, saying they had to get you out of the pool before you fell asleep on them and drowned and much to her annoyance, Heather did agree that he was right. Bryan scooped you up in his arms, carrying you inside, encouraging you to wrap yourself in a towel as you sleepily stumbled through the suite. He laughed softly, making sure you were actually dry before stripping you of your bikini and nudging you towards the lush bed.

“You’re going back to bed aren’t you?” Heather asked dryly as she wrapped a towel around herself, walking into the bedroom to find Bryan already burying himself under the covers.

“Heat it’s not even seven, where the fuck else would I be going?” He scoffed, “you coming?”

“No. Unlike some of you I actually got to bed at a reasonable hour last night, there’s a beach yoga session I want to go to.”

“Whatever floats your boat.” He grumbled in response, his strong arm wrapping around your midsection, pulling you tightly to him before she rolled her eyes and left the room, Bryan quickly falling into a very peaceful sleep.

*

You woke up a couple of hours later, finally feeling rested but more than willing to stay curled up in bed, Bryan’s heavy arm wrapped around your waist, your naked body pressed to his. You adjusted slightly, burrowing into the pillow, your ass wiggling against Bryan and your breath caught in your throat at the feeling of his erection pressing into your body. Behind you he chuckled softly, his beard tickling at your neck as he murmured, his voice still gruff with sleep,

“You already want to go again? Such a needy slut you are.”

“Mmmm…” was all you could get out back to him, the arm he had around your waist shifting, his fingers ghosting over your skin, cupping at your chest, pinching at your nipples sharply, pulling a gasp from you. Your back arched, ass pressing into him and he let out a small groan, rutting against you.

“Bet you’re already wet too.” His lips pressed into your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as his hand sunk south.

“You’re one to talk.” You grumbled back, pressing your body against his hard cock. In retaliation he spanked at your clit sharply, earning a gasp from you.

“So you wanna be a fucking brat?” He chuckled darkly, teeth sinking into your neck as his hand spread your legs, cock nudging at your folds, “maybe we should see how much you can take? You’ve been completely insatiable this week, should fuck you until you’re begging us to stop?”

With one smooth movement he buried his cock deep into your cunt, hips smacking against your ass and you let out a soft yelp of pleasure. Bryan began to thrust hard and deep into you and you could feel every ridge of his thick cock with each roll of his hips. Your arm reached around behind you, burying into his hair as your body arched into his, your moans getting louder with each snap of his hips.

“Oh fuck daddy!”

“Yeah? You like my cock this deep in that needy little pussy? Want me to fill you with my cum?”

“Yes! Please! Want it leaking out of me.”

You let out a louder moan as his cock dragged over your g-spot, the hand he had on your hip crept around your body in search of your clit, pinching it between his fingers and earning a gasp from you. He was right, you’d been so incredibly needy all week, begging him and Heather to fuck you every night, never able to fully fulfill the desire that pooled within you. His cock stretched you out, your pussy fluttering around him when he twitched, pulling a groan from him. Bryan rolled you onto your stomach, propping himself up on his knees so he could fuck you harder, faster, beginning to chase his own release and stuff you full of his cum. Your moans turned into whines as fire burst through your body, prickling just under your skin, your fingers clawing at the bedspread.

“More daddy! Please!” You cried out, eyes scrunching shut and Bryan laughed darkly behind you. Spitting onto your ass he spread the wetness around with his thumb before sinking his thumb into your tight hole, “oh god! Yes!” Your body shuddered underneath him, pussy clamping down around his cock, your words became a string of moans and cries as you hit your peak.

“That’s it, take it you little slut, just like daddy wants.” He grunted, the room filling with moans and the sound of skin on skin as he thrusted powerfully into you. His cock throbbed, groaning over the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him and he sunk one particularly sharp thrust into you, grunting as his cum painted your walls. He squeezed around the base, milking every last drop out of him and you let out a heavy moan at the sensation.

“This certainly isn’t sleeping.” Heather’s voice murmured from the doorway, a smirk evident in her tone.

“Sorry mommy.” You muttered, voice muffled by the pillows and Bryan let out a dark laugh, pulling his thumb out of your ass and giving you a swift spank.

“Little slut just can’t get enough.” He slowly pulled out, watching his cum dribble down your thighs before thrusting his cock back in, fucking his cum deeper into your needy pussy. You moaned, trembling at the sensation.

“More…” You moaned and it was Heather’s turn to chuckle darkly, moving through the room to the bed side. Her fingers curled under your chin, lifting your head off the bed and your eyes fluttered open, letting out a little sigh as Bryan pulled all the way out, his dick softening, replacing it with his fingers, stretching the cum between them.

“Oh kitten…” she mewled, “you really do want to be stuffed full, don’t you?” You nodded feverishly and she laughed, pinching sharply at your chin, “want to be used? Pumped full of cum until you can’t handle it? Watch it drip out of all your stupid little holes? Like the little cum slut you are?”

“Please mommy!” Your cry was met with Bryan’s cum slicked fingers thrusting into your mouth, smearing it around your lips as your tongue lapped around the digits, sucking them clean.

“I think that can be arranged.” She replied with an evil grin, crossing to the bench across from the bed where the bag of toys had been left. Heather pulled out the squirting dildo and slid it into the strap before stepping into that, picking up the bottle of cherry lube to fill it with. “Since you want it so much, I think we’ll leave the tying up to when you’re begging us to stop.” She smirked, dropping the restraints onto the bed along with a butt plug, “make sure you can’t squirm your way away from us, you did beg so politely. You’ll be good?”

“Yes mommy.” You shifted on the bed, settling on your knees, ready and pretty for Heather.

“What’s your word?” Bryan asked from behind you, lips meeting your neck once again.

“Indigo.”

“That’s our good girl.” He purred into your ear and you let out a little shiver.

“C’mere kitten.” Heather crooked her fingers and you scrambled to the side of the bed to get closer to her. She let out a small chuckle, hands grasping at your waist as she flipped you onto your back and you squealed as she spun you around so your head was hanging at the edge of the bed and your legs were settled beside Bryan. “Go find us some drinks won’t you?” She asked him and he shifted off the bed, disappearing from the room.

Heather climbed onto the bed, crawling in between your legs, her fingers spreading you pussy lips as she hummed in appreciation. Pussy puffy and swollen, clit peaking in the cool air of the room while Bryan’s cum leaked out of you.

“That’s our pretty little slut…” she murmured, lining her cock up and sinking into you until she was buried to the hilt and you let out a whine, your body twitching at the sensitivity, “oh don’t start that already, I know you can take it.”

“Yes mommy.” You let out a moan as her cock began to drag through your cunt, wet sounds bouncing off the walls at the sound of your juices and Bryan’s cum smearing around Heather’s cock.

She rocked forward, leaning over you and her hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently, nodding at you as your hand wrapped around her wrist to signal if you needed to tap out. She thrusted into you slow, deep but sharply, your breath catching with each pump of her hips. She watched the way your eyes were fluttering shut already, the way your hips would rock to meet hers, whines escaping your lips.

“You like that princess, don’t you?” Bryan practically jeered as he re-entered the room, “god do I ever love watching you fuck her.” His comment directed toward Heather this time as she continued her tantalizing thrusts, she replied with a chuckle, accepting the mimosa from him before taking a hefty sip and placing it down on the bedside table.

“You thirsty kitten?” She asked and your eyes cracked open your brow furrowed as you glanced between the two of them, “or would you rather have daddy’s cock in your mouth? Feel him get hard between those pretty lips?” Her hand moved off your throat so you could answer and you gasped out,

“Daddy’s cock! Please!”

“I had a feeling that was going to be the answer.” He cooed, but still tilted your head up to help you take a drink before the glass joined Heat’s on the bedside table.

Her hips suddenly thrust into you with enough power to push your head over the side of the bed and you let out a little squeak as her hand found its way back to your throat, squeezing harder this time. Bryan’s hand came to your mouth, tracing your lips with his thumb, watching the way your mouth fell open before sucking the digit in between your lips, groaning as he fucked it in and out of your mouth, smoothing your hair back with his other hand as he peered down at you.

“You may be such a fucking whore but you are always so fucking good for us, you know that?”

You did your best to nod, a gasp leaving you when Heather’s cock hit your g-spot, your eyes squeezing shut. You reopened them your hand reached above your head, wrapping around Bryan’s cock, urging him towards you and he wasn’t about to try to resist. His cock was still smeared with your mixed cum and you were more than eager to get it into your mouth, whining when he teased you, tracing your lips with the tip of it and you were rewarded with Heather squeezing tighter around your throat.

Bryan sunk his cock into your mouth, letting your lips wrap around it, your tongue lap at it, tracing the veins you were oh so familiar with. You sucked it into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and he let out a groan, feeling it twitch as the blood started to run south with only one thing left on his mind. His hips started to pick up, moaning at the feeling of your lips and hand wrapped around his cock. He began to match the pace of Heather’s hips, the two of them working in tandem to make you absolutely fall apart between them.

“Oh you sweet thing…” Heather’s hand closed tighter around your neck and your body shook with pleasure, “if you’re a good little thing and come for us mommy will fill that greedy pussy with cum, you understand?”

You pulled off Bryan’s cock, gasping for air when Heather let up on your throat so you could speak, “can I touch myself?”

“Absolutely not.” She replied, “but I think Bry can do the honours of that.” She tossed him a smirk as his cock sunk down into your throat again, Heather letting out a low moan at the feeling of the bulge in your neck against her hand. “That’s it…” she praised, “fuck her throat like I know you like to. Even better if you make her cry.”

“Always so sadistic you are.” Bryan chuckled and Heather rolled her eyes, knowing he was getting off on this just as much as she was.

He plunged his cock into your mouth, matching the brutal pace Heather was pounding into your cunt, she shot him a wicked grin before spitting onto your pussy and he leant forward, smearing it around your clit, causing you to let out a heavy whine around his cock. Your body rocked up into the touch, pussy clamping down around the dildo as your eyes squeezed shut, mouth sucking harder around Bryan’s cock and he let out a grunt. You started to lose control, the fire shooting through your body as you began to shudder against the bedspread, whining your lips slipping off Bry so your cries could leave your lips. He paid no mind, his fingers continuing to furiously rub at your clit while his other hand came to caress at your cheek softly.

“That’s it princess, you do so well for us, mommy wants you to come around her cock. Let us see you come undone.” You whimpered in response, glancing up at him and he laughed darkly before slapping your cheek and you let out a cry.

“Oh fuck! Fuck!”

Heather’s hand closed so tight around your throat you saw stars, tears building in your eyes until Bryan slapped you again and they were rolling down your cheeks as your body trembled, orgasm shooting through you.

“Fuck kitten, you’re always so fucking hot when you come.” Bryan grunted, hand wrapping around his cock as he started to fist it.

“You ready for mommy’s cum?” Heather panted above you and you nodded feverishly, “what do you say?” She slapped your clit and your body jolted up off the bed with a loud cry.

“Please mommy!” You cried, “I’ve been so good, so good! Need your cum, need you to fill me up.”

“That’s it princess.” She growled in response, pounding into you a few more times before thrusting so hard Bryan had to catch you from falling off the edge of the bed and Heather squeezed at the edge of the dildo, spilling her cum deep within you. “Oh god just look at you…such a nice needy cunt.”

Heather let her cock slip out of you, watching the way it dribbled out of you as you panted, your body shaking in aftershocks and she chuckled. Bryan moved from the side of the bed, climbing up onto it to get his own look at your dripping cunt before he grabbed at your thighs, pulling you back down on the bed and flipping you over so your face was buried in the pillows. He pulled your hips up so you were balanced on your knees and let out a dark laugh.

“Oh just look at that needy fucking cunt.” His hand stroked up between your legs and you shuddered, letting out a loud gasp as two of his fingers sunk into you, fucking both Heather’s and his cum deep into you, “you want more, don’t you, you little slut?

“Please daddy.” You begged, hips rocking back against his hand, your entire body quivering, “need you to cum in my pussy again. Wanna be… so full.”

“Only if you use that pretty mouth of yours to get mommy off.” Bryan grunted, grabbing your hair and tugging you up flush to him as his hand continued to mess with the cum spilling between your thighs and Heather was able to situate herself on the pillows, spreading her legs wide for you to settle between. Bryan tugged you down the bed a bit to line you up properly as Heather pulled off the strap, exposing her waiting pussy for your eager mouth.

“She wants to be full, you heard her.” Heather stated, tossing the plug in Bryan’s direction.

With one fluid motion Bryan easily thrust his throbbing cock into your drenched cunt, sopping sound pulling laughter from both of them as you let out a groan, fingers clawing at Heather’s thighs as you laid between them. Bryan picked up the bottle of lube, dribbling it onto your ass before smearing it around and sliding a thick finger in.

“Oh fuck…” you muttered as he began to pump his hand in time with his hips, adding in a second finger, slowly stretching you out. You moaned out louder, a dreamy smile breaking out on your cheeks as you rutted back into him. He suddenly stalled in his movements, spanking you hard enough that you cried out.

“What did I say princess?” He warned, spanking you once again, “did you already forget about that gorgeous cunt in front of you? Get her off first.”

“Yes daddy.” You whined, wiggling your hips and he spanked you again waiting for you to surge forward, your tongue swiping through Heather’s pussy before he continued with his movements.

“Good girl…” She praised with a moan, her head dropping back into the pillows as one of her hands tangled into your hair, holding you to her.

Behind you Bryan let out an appreciative hum, his fingers thrusting into you a couple of times before he started to rock his hips, similar to how Heather had, slow and deep. He pulled his fingers out, swatting at your ass at the expected whine you let out into Heather’s pussy before picking up the plug and coating it with lube. It was the large size, the one that would stretch you out enough to take his cock next and the one you’d been begging to be used all week long. He slid it into your ass, nestling the jewel between your cheeks, pushing oh so gently on it as his hips began to rock harder and faster into you.

You moaned into Heather, the vibrations pulling a moan from her as your mouth wrapped around her pussy, tongue dipping into her as deep as you could manage. You pulled out the juices, groaning at the sweet taste of her, nuzzling deep into her pussy and her hand clenched tighter into your hair.

“Just like that kitten, so fucking good, you know how mommy likes it.” She cooed.

You did your best to focus on getting her to her peak as Bryan continued to torment you, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into your cunt as he toyed with the plug in your ass. The double sensations along with the taste and smell of Heather was driving you absolutely insane and you adored it. Your mouth moved up, sucking at Heather’s clit and she gasped, her hips shooting up off the bed and you smirked against her skin. A hand snuck up, matching Bryan’s pace as you started to finger her, curling your fingers with each thrust to find that sensitive spot within her pulsing walls. Heather’s nails scratched into your skull, both of her hands shoving your face into her cunt as she started to grind against your mouth, letting out more and more moans with each move of your hand. Your tongue darted out, dancing patterns onto her clit as you fingered her with precision.

“Keep going slut.” Bryan grunted from behind you, “she’s almost there. Then you’ll get my cum.”

You simply groaned in response, hips pushing back onto him as he pumped lazily yet deeply into you, hips snapping against yours, thumb pressing into the plug. You sucked harder around Heather’s clit and you could feel her pussy clamping down around you while she swore loudly, her hips shooting up off the bed, stilling as her juices dribbled down your fingers and wrist.

“Fuck kitten…” She groaned, body shivering as you licked her through her orgasm, “always so good at that, my good little pussy eater.”

“Thank you mommy.” You breathed out, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh as Bryan continued to pump into you.

“God you’re such a desperate little slut aren’t you?” Heather chuckled, slowly coming back to earth before she glanced to Bryan, “you should come in her mouth, she always looks so pretty with her mouth full.”

“You’re right.” Bryan’s hips snapped against yours and you let out a cry, trying not to collapse into the mattress as he pulled out of you, making sure the plug was still snug in your ass, “get on your knees like the whore you are kitten.”

Your body trembled, weak in the knees as you crawled to the edge of the bed, doing your best to be steady on your feet before you dropped to the carpet beneath you on your knees. You tilted your head up, mouth open and tongue out as Bryan stood over you, fisting his twitching cock with a grunt, Heather watching from the bed with a sly grin on her cheeks. Bryan shoved his cock between your lips and you let him fuck your face, deep into your throat, each thrust bringing more tears brimming in your eyes as you gagged around him.

“Awwee.. little whore’s gonna cry.” Heather chuckled and you let out a whine the best you could.

“Such a good little whore though.” Bryan groaned, “you look so fucking hot with my cock down your throat, you know that pet?” You did your best to let out a moan around his dick as he continued to thrust into your lips. “Oh fuck…. You want my cum down your throat or all over your face you slut?”

“In my mouth.” You whined and Bryan pulled out, fisting his cock until his cum was spilling between your lips and you were letting out a satisfied groan.

“God look at you.” He moaned, eyes raking over your body, flushed and slick with sweat, your cheeks tear stained, eyes rimmed with wetness and you let out a little giggle.

“Show mommy.” Heather demanded and as you leant up on your knees Bryan surprised you, surging over you to kiss you deeply, tongue surging into your mouth. You let out a small gasp as he sucked his cum from your mouth before leaning over you and letting it spill onto your chest, painting your skin.

“Good enough for you?” He asked.

“The little cum slut deserves it.” She cooed, stroking your cheek gently, “now why don’t you get up here and ride mommy’s cock while daddy fucks that pretty little ass of yours?”

Your body tingled at the thought of being completely full, letting out a little shiver as you stood on shaky legs. Bryan chuckled, wrapping a sturdy arm around your waist pulling you flush to him, laying soft kisses on your neck.

“Give her a minute.” He muttered.

“She doesn’t need a minute.” Heat replied sharply, “do you need one? Because I’m ready.”

“You’re only ready because your dick is plastic.” Bryan retorted, his hands roaming across your skin as he spoke, pinching at your nipples, smearing his cum on your body, beard scratching at the crook of your neck.

“Did you want to fuck her ass or not?”

Bryan scoffed, shoving you toward the bed and you toppled into Heather’s arms as she tugged you onto her lap. You let out a little whine when her fingers came to play with your leaking cunt, shoving the mixture of cum back into it before two fingers curled and she lifted them to your lips. You sucked them into your mouth, keeping eye contact with her as your tongue lapped around them.

“Good girl.” She praised, her free hand lining her cock up to you and you sunk down onto it letting out a lewd moan. “That feel good?”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded, barely rolling your hips, letting out a little gasp at how sensitive you were already. Heather’s hand reached around you, beginning to toy with the plug, thrusting it in and out of you in preparation for Bryan’s cock.

Behind you Bryan had already starting fucking into his fist, the sight of you lazily riding Heather completely blissed out a sight he would never get enough of and one that would have him hard again in no time. He crawled onto the bed on his knees, a hand sliding up your back to push you down onto Heather,

“Stay still princess.” He murmured, hand spanking at your ass before pulling the plug out of it. Grabbing the bottle of lube he coated his dick with it, dribbling some down onto your ass before nudging his cock into your tight hole.

“Oh god…” you breathed out the moan, body relaxing completely against Heather as they waited a brief moment for you to adjust to the feeling. “Feels so good…” you whined, “move… please?” They both let out small laughs,

“That’s our good little slut.” Bryan murmured, pulling out bit by bit and inching back in until he had a steady pace set and ready for Heather to match as she braced on the bed and started to move underneath you.

You were honestly thankful that you didn’t have to do much at this point, your body ached in the best kind of way, hips rocking between the two of them as they fucked into you deeper and deeper with each thrust. Heather’s lips made home in the crook of your neck, no doubt leaving multiple marks that would show up tomorrow, her teeth scraping at your skin every so often.  The sounds coming from your cunt were ones of absolute filth, stretched and drenched in cum as the sounds of skin on skin bounced through the room along with moans and whimpers. It didn’t take long before your body was shaking, your orgasm shooting through you as your juices squirted all over Heather and you were nothing but two holes to be used by them.

“I think your pussy’s wet enough for now, we’re gonna fill up that pretty ass of yours.” Heather muttered, looking to Bryan who nodded, picking up the pace of his thrusts as you cried out, body trembling, pussy pulsing around Heather’s cock, tears blurring your eyes.

“Take it so well.” Bryan grunted, “love fucking your pretty ass, and you love it don’t you?” He spanked you and you cried out, shuddering in Heather’s arms. She pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, her thumb caressing your cheek and wiping your tears away. “So fucking tight.” Each of his words were punctuated with a heavy thrust and he let out a guttural moan, stilling behind you and you could feel his cock twitch, hot cum spilling into your ass and you let out a muffled moan into Heather’s shoulder.

“That’s it kitten.” She stroked at your hair, “doing so good for us, so fucking good.”

Bryan gently pulled out of your ass and the sight of his cum leaking out of you was enough to get him going again already, cock throbbing in his hand.

“Such a pretty slut.” He spanked at you again, grabbing your hips to pull you off Heather’s cock and you hissed at the sensation, feeling the cum and lube drip down your thighs. “Not done with you yet.” He turned to Heather as he climbed off the bed, “tie her down.”

Your body collapsed onto the bed, panting and shivering, you attempted to curl up, closing your legs and Heather let out a dark laugh as Bryan disappeared into the bathroom to wash his dick.

“No more.” You murmured and Heather laughed again, pulling your arms up, looping a scarf around your wrists and then tying it to the headboard.

“What’s your word?” She asked, stroking at your cheek and you simply shook your head, “that’s what I thought. You can handle one more, I know you can.” She ducked, pressing a kiss to your lips, staying there for a moment so her tongue could explore your mouth, giving you a bit to relax and calm down. She pinched gently at your chin, kissing the tip of your nose before she climbed off the bed and stepped out of the strap, “flip over for me.”

You did as she asked, gasping as your throbbing clit hit the bed, feeling the strain in your shoulders from your restraints already. Heather’s hand massaged at your ass, still stretched and full of cum before she slipped the dildo into it and you let out a satisfied groan.

“Wanna keep that cum in there kitten, once Bryan’s done with your pussy we’ll fill up your ass with more of mine, understood?”

“Yes mommy.”

“What? You’re just gonna watch this one?” Bryan asked, moving through the room to climb onto the bed, flipping you back over.

“I was thinking I’d sit on her face.” Heather replied with a smirk, “might as well get off once more, right?”

“Better get started, not sure how long I’m gonna last this time.”

“Amateur.” Heather shot him a grin that he scoffed at as she climbed over you, settling her hips over your head, “you ready kitten?”

“Yes mommy. Please let me taste you.”

She sunk down and you surged upward the best you could to meet her pussy with your mouth, sucking eagerly and she let out a low moan, bracing herself on the headboard as she began to ride your face.

“So fucking hot.” Bryan muttered, climbing on to the bed he pulled your legs apart and you whined into Heather’s cunt, your own still fluttering around nothing, the cool air on your clit enough to make your body tremble. You tried to close your legs and Bryan smacked your clit, pulling a cry from you, “none of that you little slut, you know you like this.” You felt him shift on the bed and let out a gasp at the cold feeling of metal around one ankle and then the other as he hooked you into the spreader bar. “Not going anywhere now, are you?”

He chuckled, hands ghosting up your legs watching the way you trembled, looking up to watch Heather grind herself down onto your mouth, her head thrown back in pleasure as you made her come undone with your mouth. Bryan didn’t even have to prepare you, your cunt messy and leaking, his cock slid in easier than it ever had before. You were shaking after only a few thrusts, your pussy clenching down around him and Bryan knew none of you were far from hitting your peaks, his thrusts gaining speed and depth with each pump.

Your tongue plunged into Heather’s cunt, twisting and twirling around as you sucked at her before your lips moved up to her clit, wrapping around it. Your arms ached in their bonds, wishing you could get your hands on her, make her feel even more incredible than you could with just your mouth. You could feel her clit throbbing in your mouth in the same moment you could feel Bryan’s cock throbbing in your cunt and your ass clenched around the dildo. Heather rolled her hips in time with Bryan’s thrusts, her words coming out only as moans and airy breaths, her fingers clenched around the headboard.

“Fuck.” He swore, “pussy’s so goddamn soaked, you should see it Heat.”

“I can fucking hear it.” She replied, her hips jolting forward suddenly as she gripped the headboard even tighter, “oh fuck kitten! You’re gonna make me come.” She began to shudder above you, one of her hands crawling up her body to pinch at her nipples, orgasm starting to wash over her, “take mommy’s juices, I know you want them.” With another cry she was shaking, her body on fire as she came, squirting onto your face and you did your best to lap it all up, licking her through her orgasm, groaning happily at the sweet taste of her.

Heather swung her leg over you, breathlessly collapsing into the bed, her chest still heaving, skin shimmering in sweat, dampness prevalent between her legs that Bryan couldn’t help but grin at.

“Almost there princess.” He grunted, “you want daddy to fill you up? Give you all my cum?”

“Oh god! Yes! Daddy please!” You whined, your body was already trembling, coming close to reaching your third peak of this session alone, tears streaking down your face at the over stimulation. Part of you wanted nothing more than to close your legs, have it over and done with but there was still that little part of you that was enjoying the pain a little too much.  

“Doing so good for us kitten.” Heather rolled onto her side stroking at your cheeks, smiling at the way your pressed a kiss to her thumb before sucking it into your mouth and she chuckled, “just can’t resist every hole being full, hmm? Such a good little fucking whore. You just love being used like this don’t you? Daddy certainly loves it, loves using you like a little fuck toy.”

“Oh god.” Bryan groaned, his cock throbbing within you as your walls clenched down around him and he let out a hiss, cum spurting deep within you. He squeezed hard at his cock, making sure you were full to the brim before he slowly pulled out of you, the both of them watching the cum dribble out, there was almost too much in you to be contained anymore, overflowing onto the duvet.

Bryan couldn’t help it, lowering his mouth to your cunt and you shrieked when his tongue swiped through you, scooping up as much of the cum as he could. Heather shifted up on the bed, her hand closing around your jaw while her thumb pried your mouth open, knowing Bryan’s plan. Your body was still heaving, aching against your restraints as Bryan climbed up the bed, spitting the mixture into your mouth. You knew better than to swallow, Heather’s grip on your jaw was enough to tell you that if you did, you’d be getting punished for real. She chuckled, watching the cum swirl around in your mouth before she ducked over you, scooping it out of your mouth and leaning over your body, spitting it onto your throbbing clit. Her hand followed her movements, smearing it around, ever so lightly ghosting over your clit and you yelped, the swollen nub still throbbing. While she was doing this Bryan moved to your ankles, softly undoing the spreader bar cuffs, laying gentle kisses on your ankles, rubbing softly at the marks.

“Flip her.” Heather instructed as she moved to the head of the bed, swiftly undoing your wrist bonds and you let out a huge sigh of relief, finally not feeling so on display.

Like Bryan she left feather light kisses on your wrists, rubbing softly down your arms while your eyes fluttered shut. Bryan’s hands closed around your waist, flipping you onto your stomach. Heather crawled off the bed, moving to the foot of it as Bryan pulled your hips up, squeezing at the base of the dildo stuffed in your ass and you let out another groan as the lube shot into you. He then slowly pulled it out, letting out a low swear at the sight of his cum and the lube mixture dribbling out of your tight hole and trailing down your legs. His hand moved up, one finger fucking it back into your ass while his thumb fucked the mess back into your pussy.

“Such a good little cum slut.” He cooed, leaning forward to press a kiss to the small of your back before his hand left your body, “you always take it so fucking well. You just love being a fucking mess dripping of cum, don’t you?”

“Yes daddy.” You whimpered, shivering in the air conditioning of the room as you started to come down from your high, the heat of the entire day slowly leaving your body. You felt Heather’s hands grope at the curve of your ass, pulling your cheeks apart as she took a moment to admire the mess they’d both made between your legs.

“Shame it’s not dripping out of her mouth too.” She murmured and Bryan laughed, giving you a gentle spanking to signify that you could drop down fully onto the bed. “Would you like that kitten? Should we find a friend to come play? Fuck that pretty mouth of yours while daddy and I fuck your cunt and tight little ass?”

“Yes mommy…” your voice had returned to that dreamy like state as you let out a little yawn, burrowing into the pillows.

“Awe… did we wear you out?” Bryan laughed softly, his hands rubbing up your back softly, thumbs massaging into your skin and you let out a happy sigh as the stiffness melted away.

“Mmhmm. Need a nap.”

“How about a bath first?” Heather asked, “as much as I love you being a fucking dirty mess you’d be sleeping in a puddle.”

“You run the bath.” Bryan suggested, leaning over you to kiss your temple, “I’ll call housekeeping, get these sheets changed and order some room service for lunch, she needs to eat too.”

“Fine.” You let out a little grumble but when your eyes cracked open you had a smile on your cheeks, “thank you.”

“You’re so good to us we have to make sure to repay you kitten.” She smiled back at you, smoothing back your mussed up hair before leaning in to kiss you gently. “Now c’mon, you think you can stand on your own?”

“Absolutely not.”

Bryan laughed at that, wrapping a sturdy arm around you and helping you up to your feet, following Heather into the bathroom where she had the bathwater running with lavender oils already swirling through the water.

“I’m gonna grab you one of those smart waters, make sure you hydrate.”

“Yes daddy.” Smiling you pressed a soft kiss to his lips before sliding into the bathtub in front of Heather letting out a happy sigh as you did so, the water encompassing your body in relaxation.

Yes. Holidays with Heather and Bryan certainly were something else.

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Journey to the Past Masterlist

Bryan Kneef x reader Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, oh so much smut, minor hurt comfort and some eventual angst of course. All chapters will be tagged accordingly!

Summary: Bryan and yn went to Harvard together, back when Bryan was much less cocky, confident, and honestly, a little shy. They were fast friends and Bryan was left harbouring a crush when they graduated and yn moved off to NYC to live her dream. They lost touch over the years until yn shows up at STR in Chicago and finds an old friend in a city she'd been calling home for years already. They start to reconnect and sparks start flying. The question remains, will Bryan be able to be a good person and change his ways for the woman he's dreamed about for decades or will she see him for what he really is and want nothing to do with him?

First chapters will likely be posted early next week!!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5**

Chapter 6**

Chapter 7**

Chapter 8**

Chapter 9**

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12**

Chapter 13**

Chapter 14**

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18**

Chapter 19

Chapter 20**

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25**

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Series Completed

Tagging some people who might be interested (if this seems all to familiar it's because I originally started this series like a year ago and then promptly abandoned it after one chapter. I already have multiple ch's written this time so it's going to be great this go around! Lol!)

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Journey to the Past Ch 4

Bryan Kneef x reader Warnings: language, alcohol, sexually charged conversations, some heavy petting, masturbation. a/n: also, bare with me with this series when it comes to the whole legal world side of things, I really only know how things work in the l&o world of criminal trials so i'm trying to skirt around the edges this time and making it up as i go, don't expect things to be accurate when it comes to that side of things. i don't have the energy to do the proper research lolol

You were slightly surprised with both how quickly and how slowly the following week went. You were swamped with work, your latest case taking up the first three days on top of mountains of paperwork. You had least had time to shoot off a couple of texts off to Bryan, the two of you confirming your plans for Thursday. He suggested The Berkshire Room, an upscale lounge that specialized in craft cocktails and high shelf whiskey with an incredible happy hour and you certainly weren’t about to say no to that. When Thursday rolled around you chose an outfit that while still professional, was a little more fitted, and one that you would be comfortable in past office hours, knowing you were essentially meeting Bryan at STR and going straight to happy hour. At the end of the day you packed up what you needed, made sure you had the right files for the case you were meeting Diane about and made your way across town.

There was a slight delay in starting your meeting and that lead into it running over, even longer than you had anticipated it to in the first place. The two of you started out fine, going over paperwork and motions, exchanging the appropriate documents and bantering back and fourth over a couple of different options. With each offer one of you gave the other would fire back with something that was better for themselves and worse for the other, this kept going on until you’d basically exhausted your options and yourselves.

You finally pulled the plug, saying you had plans and that you’d spend the weekend looking over the various options she’d given you and you’d call her if you could work something out. That seemed to be good enough for her, giving you a firm handshake as you both gathered everything up and you were finally able to leave her office. Your head was down, reading through a couple of texts you’d missed over the past hour and a half as you weaved your way through the office building towards Bryan’s office. It was only at a sudden outburst of noise that you glanced up, it wasn’t unheard of for more than a few arguments to break out in the workplace in your line of work, it was the main reason you did your best to avoid divorce cases. It only took a moment for you to figure out where the yelling was coming from, Bryan’s office door bursting open a second later, a very frustrated man in a cheap suit snarling something back into the office before storming off, a timid paralegal scurrying after him with tears blurring in her eyes as she tried to keep herself under control.

Shaking your head you did your best to not roll your eyes as you approached the office door with a hint of caution, but you were met with nothing but silence coming from within. Leaning on the doorframe you found Bryan at his desk, pinching the bridge of his nose, his free hand squeezing at a stress ball.

“Rough day?” You asked and Bryan’s head shot up at the sound of your voice. He’d lost track of time, nearly forgetting that you were in the same building that he was. He ran a hand over his face and let out a heavy sigh, leaning back in his chair.

“Just too many fucking idiots.”

“He make that girl cry or was it you?” You asked with a tease and he rolled his eyes.

“I think it was a joint effort.”

“There something in the water here? I’ve seen at least four assistants in tears between the elevator and your office.”

Bryan scoffed, avoiding the question all together as he pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk, retrieving the bottle of scotch and two glasses from it. “Lockhart deal?”

“No.” You huffed, finally stepping into the office, letting the door swing shut behind you as you crossed the space, perching on the edge of his desk, “now I’ve got weekend homework.”

“Cunt.” He muttered, pouring out the scotch and you laughed, taking one of the glasses from him with a small thank you.

“Take it you two don’t get along then?”

“She’s pretentious.”

“Eh, I’ll give you that one.” You clinked your glass with his before lifting it to your lips, taking a sip as your eyes glanced through his office, taking in the numerous diplomas and certificates framed up on the walls. There were the usual neat piles of law books and journals, he had his own Keurig tucked in the corner, though personal knick-knacks were far and few between.

“Hope that doesn’t mean you’re here to bail on me.” Bryan’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you glanced back toward him.

“Hmm?”

“Lockhart railroading you with extra work?”

“Oh, no. I’ve got an open weekend, and it’s nothing crazy urgent anyways. Longer it takes more I get paid, right?”

“Good girl.” He grinned at you taking advantage of the system and you felt your cheeks heat at the praise, the burning deep in your gut already starting at the thought of him using that phrase elsewhere. He sucked back half his drink, watching the way you shifted, your thighs practically clenching together and he chuckled quietly, “do you have to swing back to your office?”

“Nope.” You popped the p for emphasis, grinning down at him, “I am ready to go whenever you are.”

“Well then we’re just wasting time here, aren’t we?”

He sunk back the rest of his drink, giving you a moment to finish yours as he moved through the office, packing up what he needed and slipping his suit jacket back on. His hand found home at the small of your back, guiding you back towards the elevator and downstairs to where a car was waiting for the two of you.

The two of you fell into an easier rhythm of comfortable conversation this time, having been re-introduced to where you were in life the previous week. You both spent a good chunk of time complaining about work, finding it helpful to have someone who understood the industry but also wasn’t working at the same firm so you could vent about whatever you wanted. Bryan started with a top shelf whiskey while you opted for a signature cocktail to kick off the evening, letting out a happy sigh as the alcohol hit your lips.

The lounge was relatively open, little nooks and crannies around the place filled with small tables, chairs and booths. The lights seemed to be dimming a little bit more each hour, as daytime slipped into evening before nightlife took over the city, bringing a more relaxed, private feel to the space. You and Bryan were in a curved corner booth that wrapped around a small table, giving you more than an excuse to get closer to each other than if you were across a table from one another. Bryan had already rid himself of his jacket, leaving it hanging on the hook beside the booth, his sleeves promptly rolled up and tie loosened, getting nice and comfortable as conversation flowed. He actually paid attention as you talked, watching the way your hands moved to flourish your words, the way you would pause for a drink, your lips wrapping gracefully around your straw before glancing over at him with bright eyes, asking him a question.

You’d finished your first drink by now, the alcohol surging warmth through your body and you shifted in your seat, slipping out of your blazer while Bryan answered you. He nearly stalled in his words, eyes dragging across your exposed skin in the sleeveless blouse as you settled back into the table. You leant forward, your chin propped up in your hand and Bryan spotted the necklace you had on swing forward, glittering in the low light of the lounge. Before he could comment on it, the server came back over and you got another round, along with a cheese and charcuterie board to help tide yourselves over. You could feel Bryan’s eyes on you, taking a sip of your fresh drink before turning to him with a smirk.

“You know I can tell you’re staring at my tits, right?”

Bryan let out an offended scoff, “I am not.”

“Yeah, right.” You laughed, taking another sip of your drink, “and hey, I never said you weren’t allowed.”

“I was looking at your necklace.” He shot back, a grin on his own cheeks, “looks expensive.”

“Cute boy got it for me.” You replied with a tease.

“Just cute?”

“I mean, cute is just one of many.” You murmured, slinking closer to him in the booth, heat surging through your body when his hand found a home on your bare thigh. “Devilishly handsome, brilliant wit, incredibly sharp dresser, wonderful kisser.”

“Mmm…” smirking he leant in, his free hand sliding across your cheek, wrapping around the side of your neck while he guided your lips to his, “there’s a hell of a lot more I can do with my mouth I’m sure you’ll enjoy.”

“Oh I don’t doubt that.”

Your small chuckle was swallowed by the kiss, lips moving against each other with a heated passion behind them. The room was just dark enough, you’d had just enough to drink to lower inhibitions and not be too worried about making out in a public space, you were at least tucked away in the corner anyways, lost in your own little world as Bryan’s hand squeezed on your thigh, daring to drift upwards as his tongue plunged into your mouth. You couldn’t help but groan into the kiss, tasting the whiskey on Bryan’s tongue, rolling against your own before his teeth nipped at your lower lip and your breath caught in your throat, breaking the kiss with a gasp. Bryan gazed down on you, lips parted, kiss swollen and hooded eyes looking back up at him and he wanted nothing more than to drag you out of the bar right then and there. Your breathing was picked up, chest rising, just peeking out over the top of your shirt and he felt his cock twitch in his pants. Rather than get kicked out of the lounge he decided to press another kiss to your lips, pleasure shooting through him at the feeling of your lips curving up into a smile in the kiss.

“I’d go as far to bet there’s a few things your mouth can do that I’d enjoy.” He husked against your skin and you chuckled, leaning in to murmur into his ear.

“I’m not sure you could handle that counsellor.” You nipped at his earlobe, pulling a low his from him as his cock throbbed at the thought once again, “you’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Tease.” He laughed back and you giggled, taking another sip of your drink.

“Mmm-mm.” you shook your head, “teases don’t follow through, and I promise you… I will.”

“Any chance you’re free tomorrow?”

“Bry!” You laughed, smacking at his arm as you rolled your eyes, “you know I’m not.”

“Worth a shot.” He held up his hands in defeat before one dropped back down to your thigh, thumb rubbing soft circles on your skin. You took a sip of your drink, humming over it for a moment before you turned to him,

“But if I was… I’d be all over that offer.”

“Good.” With a smirk he stole another kiss, only pulling himself away at the sight of the server approaching the table.

The two of you swapped out the cocktails for the wine that was paired with the bits and bites you were eating. Another couple of hours were spent at the lounge, getting more entangled with each other as each moment went by, sparks flying with each lingering glance, each touch as fingers brushed against skin, the way Bryan’s hand rest at the back of your neck, playing with your hair, tickling at your skin. Some dating history came up again tonight, how you couldn’t really believe that Bryan hadn’t settled down, how anyone would be lucky to have a guy like him, especially with the life he’d created over the past twenty years. He simply chuckled, saying that most of the dates he did go on the girls never understood the work load, how much exhaustion would take over on the weekends. They saw the flashy lifestyle, expensive apartment, nice clothes and fancy cars and thought they were getting into a sugar baby situation. You snorted a laugh at that, pointing out that maybe that was the ideal situation for someone like Bryan and he couldn’t help but laugh, his cheeks turning pink at the admittance that he had taken advantage of it once, but again, it didn’t stick. Even with the extra presents and cash she still demanded far too much attention and he had to end things.

“Shame. Sugar Daddy Bryan Kneef does have a nice ring to it.” You teased and he laughed.

“She wasn’t worth it.” He chuckled with a shrug, trying to avoid reacting to the tone in your voice, “I wasn’t too upset about it.”

“As long as you didn’t get fucked over.”

“Never.” He shot you a wink and drained his wine glass just as your phone went off with a ping and you let out a soft sigh, glancing at the screen.

“Date number two of the night calling?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.

“No. My second chair for trial tomorrow.” Your lips pursed as you read the message, “looks like they dropped off a suppression.”

“Heading back to the office or home?” He asked, immediately reaching for his own phone to call a car while simultaneously flagging down the server for the cheque.

“Home.” You replied, locking your phone before pulling on your blazer, “probably only need to rework a little bit of an argument.” You noticed his credit card on the table and swatted at his hand, “hey, you paid last time.”

“And I’m paying again.” He insisted with a shrug.

“I thought you didn’t enjoy your sugar daddy experience?” You teased and he chuckled, finger and thumb pinching at your chin to pull you to him for a kiss, murmuring against your lips.

“Last time I checked you were a rich hot shot fancy lawyer yourself.”

“Mmm.”

The car was ready and waiting out front and the moment the door was shut, Bryan was on you, incredibly thankful for the opaque divider. As the streets of Chicago blurred by outside the widows, the cool night air whipping around the vehicle things were more than heated up in the backseat. Bryan tugged you into his lap, your legs settling on the outside of his as your lips chased his for a fiery kiss. His arms wound around you, hands squeezing at your ass, urging you to grind down onto his lap. Your hands instantly wound around his shoulders, scratching into his hair, tugging at the short locks. He let out a groan into the kiss, rocking his hips up against you and you took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth.

The kiss was one of fire, of passion and heat, of tongues and teeth battling it out for dominance. Tongues exploring every inch of the other’s mouth, teeth nipping at lips, little sighs and gasps swallowed deep into the other’s lungs while hands roamed. You felt like a horny teenager, the kiss being nearly all you needed, all you wanted despite aching for more deep inside. Bryan’s mouth broke free of yours, trailing across your jaw, sucking your earlobe into his mouth before nipping his way down your neck. You fingers dug into his hair, a breathy moan escaping your lips as you ground down onto him, feeling his cock hard and thick through his pants and you knew your underwear was ruined.

The car slowed to a stop and after a minute you could hear the gear shift into park. It took a minute longer before the two of you pulled apart, panting and gazing into each other’s lust blown eyes.

“Fuck…” He muttered, not wanting to let you off him.

“If I didn’t have to be at work early I would definitely be counting that drink in your office as date number two.” You muttered, lips stealing another kiss from him, one that his hand moved up to cup the back of your head, holding you to him longer than you’d intended and you nearly whined.

“Well now you’re teasing.” He muttered with a grin and you chuckled, your hand cupping at his chin, kissing him once more, “you can feel how much you drive me crazy, right?”

“Oh I can Mr. Kneef.” You husked against his skin, “and I assure you I’ll be thinking about it the rest of the night. Especially as I start to wind down for bed, and I sure hope you’ll be doing the same… imagining me there with you?” You cocked a brow, giggling at the expression on his face before you climbed off his lap and grabbed your things, “thanks for drinks. And the ride home. I’ll call you.”

Bryan let out a loud groan as you disappeared from the car, the door swinging shut behind you. He watched briefly at the way your ass bounced as you skipped up the stairs, vanishing into your apartment before his driver sped off through the city.

He didn’t even bother to try and remedy his hard on, simply hiding it behind his briefcase as he hurried his way up to his apartment. Once inside he dumped it beside the door, tossing his keys down and kicking off his shoes, he could still feel your weight on top of him. Your lips decorating his skin with kisses, love bites and wetness, your fingers tugging at his locks, your perfume lingered on his skin and clothes, invigorating his senses. It only took a matter of minutes for him to strip down, stepping into the shower and turning it on. His hand wrapped around his cock, hard and heavy in his hand, leaking pre cum for God knows how long already. He let out a low groan, leaning against the wall behind him as the water decorated his skin. He could still taste you and wanted to know what you really tasted like, what your pretty little pussy would be like against his lips, what kind of sounds you would make as he made you come completely undone. He could practically see you on your knees in front of him, breasts pushed up, mouth open wide, tongue out waiting for him to fuck your throat, begging him for more with each thrust until he came all over your face.

It was at the thought of that sight that he let out the loud grunt, his cock throbbing and twitching in his hand, cum shooting out to the shower floor as he panted. He pumped a few more times, squeezing at the base as his eyes clenched shut, imagining he was painting your tits with his cum before he let out a groan, dropping onto the built in bench behind him.

Running into you certainly hadn’t been a coincidence, he knew the two of you were meant to cross paths now. The only question was what exactly you wanted out of it. He knew for a fact that he could deliver on the promise of mind blowing sex and earth shattering orgasms after expensive lavish date nights. But someone like you deserved more than just that and part of him was certain that you wanted more than that, however, you’d said similar things as him about work affecting personal lives, you barely had time to socialize with friends as is. Maybe you would be more than okay just being friends with benefits, only time would tell.

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