#bryan kneef smut

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Pairing: Bryan Kneef x female reader 

WC: 1384

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Bryan sat alone in his office on a Friday. Most people had just started to leave for the weekend. Normally Bryan would stay late to finish up the work he was doing, but since he’d met you, his paralegals suddenly started working more evenings especially on Friday. 

YN: Hey Bry! Do you have plans this evening?

Bryan: Yes. I’ll be playing with your pretty pussy.

YN: That sounds fun! Could you help me with another art project first?

Bryan: ...

YN: *pouty face selfie*

Bryan: You know I can’t say no to you. What will I be doing? Modeling again? Naked this time?

YN: It’s a surprise but I think you’ll like it

Bryan: I’m on my way over now. Do I need to bring anything?

YN: Nope! Just your sexy self, mister. *wink kiss emoji*

Bryan: Keep talking like that and your art won’t be made today, pretty girl.

YN: Love you!! *heart emoji*

Bryan: as you should

Bryan: *heart emoji*

Bryan put his phone in his pocket after ordering a ride to your apartment. He’d started walking out of the office after your first text. 

Meanwhile, you’ve planned everything for a perfect art making evening with Bryan. He was always so supportive of your work even though your work lives were so very different. You were nervous about his reaction to this new project even though you knew he’d absolutely love it. 

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Bryan walked into your apartment to the sight of you bent over adjusting a cloth canvas on the floor.  You were dressed in an old, stained shirt that did little to hide the prominent curve of your ass. The scent of fresh paint filled the room, making his stomach flutter with anticipation.

"Hey, baby," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he took in your focused expression. You hadn't noticed him enter, engrossed in your work.

"Bryan!" You spun around to see him leaning against the doorframe, one eyebrow arched questioningly. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Of course not, why would I announce myself?" He chuckled, pushing away from the frame and striding across the room to kneel beside you. "What have you got planned for me tonight, Miss Artist?"

You blushed, despite the excitement that bubbled in your chest. "You'll see," you said coyly, patting the spot beside you. He sat down, his weight making the canvas shift slightly.

"So, I want to try something different tonight," you began, your hands hovering over the canvas as if unsure. "Here's the plan," you say, your voice trembling with excitement. "We each choose a paint color and put it on ourselves and the canvas. Then we'll..." You pause, feeling nervous.

"What happens next?" Bryan asks, his curiosity piqued.

"We'll have sex on the canvas," you reply with a shy smile.

Bryan's eyes widened in surprise, but then he broke into a grin. "Well, I can get behind that," he said, looking at the colors of paint you had chosen. "What color do you want?"

You hesitated for a moment, glancing at Bryan's muscular arms as he removed his clothes, then decided to choose a color that would look good on his skin. "Let's go with red," you said, handing him a brush with the chosen color. "I'll go with blue."

Bryan nodded and dipped the brush into the tub of red paint. With a chuckle, he started painting his arms and torso, working the paint into his skin with deliberate strokes. You watched, entranced, your heart throbbing in your chest.

Once he was covered in a layer of red, Bryan beckoned you to him. With a shaking hand, you picked up your own brush and painted your arms and chest with the blue paint, watching his approving grin as you did so. Once you were both covered in a swirl of colors, you joined hands and stepped onto the canvas, feeling the cool texture under your feet.

"Okay," Bryan said, his eyes locked onto yours, "let's do this."

You nod, feeling the electricity in the air as you both leaned in for a passionate kiss. As your lips met, your bodies started to move in rhythm, the paint on your skin creating a sensual, textured canvas beneath your hands.

As your passion grew, so did the intensity with which you moved and painted, the red and blue colors merging and blending into a painting that was a masterpiece of passion and desire. The canvas beneath you bore witness to your love, each touch, each movement, each gasp and moan captured forever.

Finally, spent and breathless, you collapsed onto the canvas, panted breaths echoing in the quiet apartment. Bryan's arms wrapped around you, a satisfied smile on his face as he looked at the beautiful, colorful painting that bore testament to your love.

"You're a genius, you know that?" Bryan said, kissing the top of your head. "This is the most amazing thing you've ever done."

You smiled, replaying the passionate moments in your mind. "I'm glad you liked it," you said, snuggling closer to him. "But even more than that, I'm glad I get to share these special moments with you."

Bryan kissed your neck, his hand tracing patterns in the blue paint on your skin. "Always," he said, his voice low and full of emotion. "Always with you."

The two of you stayed like that for a while, basking in the afterglow of your passionate creation, the vibrant hues of your bodies and the canvas a testament to your shared love. The scent of fresh paint lingered in the air, mingled with the sweet fragrance of your skin after a long, tiring yet fulfilling day. The world outside the apartment seemed to fade away, and it was just the two of you, lost in each other's embrace, surrounded by a masterpiece of passion and desire.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” you suggested. 

Together you walked to the bathroom and got into the shower. The warm water cascaded over your bodies, washing away the layers of paint and sweat. Bryan's strong hands massaged your back while you returned the favor, his broad shoulders feeling like a safe haven. The water mingled with the paint as it swirled down the drain, leaving only memories of passion and love in its wake.

As the paint washed down the drain, Bryan ran his hands over your body. "Turn around and put your hands against the wall," he commanded.

He ran his hand down your back before giving each of your ass cheeks a quick smack. "Good girl. Now spread those legs for me and lean against the wall. I'm going to fuck this pretty little pussy," Bryan purred in your ear.

You followed his instructions, spreading your legs and bending over. Bryan rubbed his dick against your wet opening before thrusting inside.

"Oh, Bryan!" you moaned.

"Shut up and take this cock like a good girl," he growled.

Bryan continued to pound into you with one hand on your hip and the other roughly grabbing your breast. You moaned loudly, almost reaching your climax.

"Come on my cock, YN. Now."

You obeyed, coming around his cock as he roared and squeezed your tit again. After he pulled out, he turned you around and kissed you.

There was no need for words as you finished cleaning off any remaining paint.

As you stepped out of the shower, Bryan handed you a towel, wrapping one around himself. You dried each other off, feeling the familiar warmth that only comes from being with someone who knows you inside and out. He kissed your forehead, his eyes soft and filled with love.

"That was amazing," he said, meaning more than just the painting. "I feel so...complete."

You smiled at him, feeling the same way. "I'm glad I could share this with you," you said, snuggling close to him. "It's not just a painting. It's us."

Bryan nodded, his arms tightening around you. "Always us."

That night, as you snuggled close to Bryan in bed, you knew that this was just one of the many memorable moments you would share with him. You fell asleep, dreaming of the countless colors and textures your life would take together, knowing that no matter where your journey would lead, it would always be one masterpiece of passion and love.

[thatesqcrush]

In Another Time: Finals Fun

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

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

The end of semester was a few days away. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Being in a secret relationship was tough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone cheered and clinked their glasses.

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

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

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

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

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

“You remember Nancy Crozier.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You began to apologize when you realized it was Bryan.

“This doesn’t look like the bathroom.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I—“

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

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

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

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

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

And anyone could walk in at that moment.

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

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

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

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

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

“Delicious.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that a hickey on your neck?”

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

“Yeah, did you have that before?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“On my way - leave your door unlocked.”

FIN. 

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[storiesofsvu]

Tease

Bryan Kneef x reader Warnings: language, sexting, brat/dom roles, punishments, spanking, anal, derogatory dirty talk, not necessarily ruined orgasm, but ruined orgasm, daddy kink. Covers the "anal" square for @adarafaelbarba bingo!

You’d been teasing Bryan all day; you knew he was stuck in firm meetings most of the day and that those bored the living hell out of him. So why not have a little fun? A little dirty text to start it off, followed by something a little dirtier. Then you broke out the fancy lingerie in his favourite colour, snapping pic after pic, making sure the angles were just right. The swell of your chest spilling out over the lace top of the bra, fingers slipping just past the waistband of your thong. Then you lost the bra, pinching at your nipple with your free hand.

You could see that he was getting them, and reading the messages, looking at the pictures, but you hadn’t managed to elicit a response yet. Smirking to yourself, you knew what would perfectly do the trick so you pulled open the bedside table to search through the toys until you found what you wanted.

Jewelled butt plug nestled between your cheeks you angled yourself on your knees on the bed across from the large mirror, camera aimed perfectly into it so he would be able to see the plug, and the way your hand was between your legs. You started with a single picture, then sent a small video clip as you fingered yourself, moaning quietly. It didn’t take long after that for your phone to buzz,

‘Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.’

You let out a little giggle of excitement, a sly grin taking over your cheeks as you typed out a response.

‘I’m just playing daddy, promise.’ You added a little pouting emoji, ‘I know better than to come.’

‘Then you better be on your knees ready for me the moment I’m home.’

‘Yes daddy.’

*

As soon as you heard the sound of keys in the lock of the front door you quickly scurried into the bedroom, jumping up onto the bed on your knees. You could hear Bryan making his way through the house, kicking off his shoes and leaving his briefcase by the door. By the time he rounded into the bedroom he’d rid himself of his jacket and tie, hands already undoing the buttons of his shirt.

“Well look at you.” He greeted with a dark grin, “finally following the fucking rules.” He tossed his shirt in the direction of the laundry basket before tugging off his belt. “Why don’t you get rid of that pitiful excuse you call underwear.”

“Yes sir.” You murmured, scrambling to undo your bra and pull off your thong, leaving you bare, jeweled plug still nicely nestled in your ass. While you did so Bryan pulled off the rest of his clothing, sitting on the edge of the bed, patting his thigh.

“Come lie over daddy’s lap.” He ordered and you did so, your pussy practically dripping onto his already half hard cock. “I’m going to remind you why you behave, alright?”

“Yes daddy.” You murmured, burying your face into your arms as you tried not to rub your thighs together.

“You remember your word?” He asked, his hand smoothing over the curve of your ass and you nodded.

“Kiwi.”

“Good girl.”

You were certain that was the last praise you were going to hear from him for a while and you were absolutely correct, he instantly spanked you twice, hard, once on each cheek, ones that you knew would sting tomorrow. He was not going to take this punishment lightly, that was for sure. A few more spanks and his hand sunk between your legs, two fingers roughly shoving into your dripping cunt and you let out a load moan.

“You dirty slut.” He growled, “this fucking wet already? You’re not supposed to be fucking enjoying this.” Just as your pussy was beginning to flutter around his fingers he pulled them out and spanked you once more. “Maybe my hand isn’t painful enough for you.”

You let out a little whine, your eyes fluttering shut as you ground down against his cock and he chuckled darkly. There was a small clinking sound before the whoosh of his belt echoed through the air, you hadn’t even noticed that he’d tossed it onto the bed earlier. Bryan looped it through the buckle, pulling it tight as he folded it around itself, the buckle securely in his hand he swung it through the air. A crack sounded through the room as it hit your skin and you let out a small cry, your body shivering with pain and pleasure at the sensation. His hand gently soothed over the spot the belt had hit, making sure you were okay before he repeated the movement on the other side and you whimpered again.

“That hurt princess? Or you want more like the dirty whore I know you are? Sending daddy naughty photos while he’s at work? You know better.”

“More…” you whined out and he laughed darkly.

“That’s,” he swung the belt down onto the curve of your ass, “what,” and again, “I thought.” Each word was accented with a hit and you couldn’t help the way your hips rocked across his lap, begging for more, wishing his fingers would return to your cunt.

He spanked you five more times with the belt, each one getting increasingly harder until tears pricked in your eyes, a small whimper leaving your lips and he paused for a moment. His thumb wiped a tear off your cheek before his hand tangled into your hair, yanking hard and you let out a quiet yelp as he smacked your ass with the belt a few more times, your skin on fire before he tossed it to the side. Bryan yanked you on the bed, shifting himself so you were on your elbows and knees, him between your legs behind you.

“Daddy’s going to have his fun, and you’re not going to get to come. Understand princess?”

“But”—

“Ah!” He slapped at your cunt and you shuddered, “are you back talking me now? You must really want it bad.”

He leant over you, reaching to the bedside table to grab the bottle of lube, dropping it onto the bed before his fingers wrapped around the base of the plug, easing it in and out of your tight hole. Your hands gripped at the duvet, fingers clenching into the fabric as you let out a low moan. Bryan pulled the plug all the way out, spitting between your cheeks, smearing it around with his fingers before he easily slipped two in, twisting and scissoring them inside you and you whined, your hips pushing back towards him.

“Needy little thing you always are.” He grunted, adding a third finger as he continued to thrust them into you, twirling with ease.

He finally pulled them out, grabbing the bottle of lube and coating his thick cock with it, nudging the head between your cheeks and you let out a little moan, pushing back towards him once again. He chuckled darkly, spanking you once more and you whimpered.

“You ready for this princess?”

“Please!” You cried out, “fuck my ass daddy.”

“If you insist.” He laughed again, starting to push in, letting out a low groan as he did.

Your hands gripped into the duvet again, your eyes scrunching shut at the feeling of him buried completely within you. After he was sure you were okay he set a bruising pace, hips meeting yours with vigour with each thrust and you couldn’t help but shiver underneath him, biting your lip as you did your best not to moan loudly.

“You like that, slut?” He grunted, cock plunging into you deeper and harder with each pulse of his hips and you whimpered.

“Yes, oh god yes!”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Need you…” you moaned, “oh… fuck! Fill me up daddy! Please!”

“Yeah?” He laughed again, continuing to fuck you as he spoke, feeling the way pleasure shot through him, the way his cock twitched within you, “want me to cum in this pretty little ass.”

“Yes!” You cried out, the combination of pleasure and pain from tonight was surging through your body, tears sneaking over your cheeks without you even noticing. Your skin was on fire and all you wanted was to feel Bryan impossibly deep within you, for him to make you come.

Bryan’s hands found your hips, pulling you sharply to him with each thrust of his own, groaning and swearing lowly as his cock throbbed.

“Oh god…” he moaned, “daddy’s little whore knows just how to take it. Good girl….”

A few more pumps later and he was spilling into your tight hole, letting out a low groan as he did so, his hips slowing as he continued to fuck you gently. Your body collapsed against the bed, letting out a little whimper that got louder as he slipped out of you, panting as he dropped down to the bed.

You were still incredibly needy, juices from your pussy leaking down onto the bed between your legs and you let out a little whine, grabbing at his free hand in an attempt to drag it to your cunt. In retaliation he simply laughed, smacking at your pussy, causing you to help before you curled around yourself.

“Dirty girl.” He grinned, “I told you. I would get what I wanted, but you needed to be punished. You don’t get to come tonight. And don’t you dare think about touching yourself.”

He shot you a glare before he rolled off the bed, heading for the bathroom for a nice shower to end off his day. You let out a frustrated groan, dropping against the pillows, but you knew you’d had this coming. The least you could do now was obey the rules and be a good girl for a few days until he gave you as many orgasms as he could.

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Two heads

This is the full fic from this, that @thatesqcrush sent through! Hope you like it.

Warnings: a bit of everything cause its Bryan, bit rough, hands on throats, hair tug, light swearing, a spank and smut.

WC: 1502

Enjoy x

It was never going to work anyway, two heads of the law firm in a fixed relationship. With all the over time, the court days and the working dinners you were lucky to see each other once a week, maybe twice if you were lucky. He hated not having his freedom, of not being able to bang whoever he wanted when you weren’t around and it something he was never going to get used too. Although you were both on the same page as far as the relationship ending went, you had heard the rumor's that he dropped you because he turned down someone at bar out of respect for you.

You rolled your eyes when he did it over dinner at one of the fanciest restaurants in town, telling him bitterly that he could have done it via email, CCing in the rest of the heads of STR Laurie after he made it well known that he missed out on getting some ass because he was trying to be loyal to you. Working in the same building, you were shocked that there had been no path crossing or any type of interaction till now.

 You walked into function room of your firm’s biggest clients PR night, that you were expected to be at.  You knew he was there, but you didn’t scan the room at first to find him, instead you walked in confidently, like it didn’t worry you that he was there.  

Bryan had been watching the door, waiting for you to walk through it and when you did, he took in a big breath and a gulp of his drink. His eyes ran up from your heels up your legs and over your body in your thigh length black double breasted blazer dress with 6 gold buttons down the front. He felt his cock twitch thinking about the last time your body was under him, he balls deep in you as you moaned his name. He thought messing around with whoever whenever was what he wanted. But as time went past, he realised it was the wrong decision, but he would never admit that, no matter how much it ate him up.

You moved around the room, talking to other co-workers, CEO’s and mangers of the other company, he catching the corner of your eye once, you now knowing where he was. Bryan’s eyes staid on you, following you and watched as you walked over to Clint, the CEO’s son. Bryan’s eyes narrowed at the back of your head, watching as you walked up to him, your hand going to his shoulder and he dipped his head kissing you on the cheek and his hand going to your hip.

He couldn’t see your face, but by the look on Clint’s, he knew exactly what he was thinking because he had and still thought the same. You stood with him for ages, talking, Clint laughing at you touching your arm and you doing to same to him. He watched on as you turned around, locking eyes with him and giving him a little smirk before you hocked your arm on Clint’s, leading you to the bar.

Bryan’s eyes kept following you, you both standing at the bar, Clint leaning into you, his hand on your hip again and he looking down at you licking his lips. Bryan drank down the rest of his drink slamming his glass down on the table. He stood up and walked over to you and Clint. Clint was whispering in your ear about taking you home and what he wanted to do to you once you got there, a clearing of a throat interrupting you both.  Bryan frowned at you when he saw the little smirk on your face when you turned around,

“Hey Bryan, how are you?” Clint held out his hand, Bryan shaking it back.

“Good. Thanks. Y/N, Diane wants to talk to you”

You raised an eye brow at Bryan and then turned leaning up to peak Clint on the cheek,

“I’ll come find you when I’ am done”

You started to walk out of the room, knowing Bryan wasn’t far behind you. You walked out through the main doors and felt Bryan’s hand go to your elbow, pulling you towards another set of doors. He pushed them open and guided you in, letting go of your elbow and shutting the door. You crossed your arms over your body, leaning into one hip with a smirk on your face. Bryan turned around  his face like stone,

“Your such a fucken brat” he muttered, walking towards you.

“I don’t know what your talking about” you gave him a coy look, dropping your arms down.

Brayan walked right to you, his body just shy of yours, his body heat hitting your skin and your body covered in goose bumps. Bryan grabbed your hand spinning you around and started to back you towards the wall,

“Had your fun?” Bryan growled pushing you against the wall, his hand sliding up your thigh.

“Didn’t take you for the jealous type Bryan” you panted

“Jealous?” He smirked “There is nothing to be jealous of, we both know my cock is the only one you want”

His lips crashed on yours, his tongue darting into your mouth roughly, his fingers pushing down into your under ware, his finger sliding into your hot drenched core. Bryan’s lips lefts yours, his eyes dark and deadly looking into yours, his other hand going up to your throat with very light pressure. You whined in pleasure, your mouth wide open while his fingers thrusted into you, your wet coating them.

Bryan pulled back from you, a whimper leaving you at the loss of contact. He hooked a finger in the neckline of your blazer dress, tugging you to him, pulling you towards a table in the corner. His hands went to you hips as you both got to it, lifting you up slightly to sit on it. You spread your legs and he moved between them. One of your hands wrapping around him, grabbing onto his dark blue jacket, your other going to his hairy chin.

Bryan’s hands went to your ass pulling you to the edge of the table, reaching into his wallet in his back pocket pulling out a condom sitting it on the table next to you, then moving to undo himself, pushing down his pants and boxers, they falling to his ankles. While Bryan opened and rolled on the protection, you kissed around the other side of his face. Your hand in his beard came down to pull your panties out of the way and he started to slide into you, he grunting and you moaning.

Bryan started to thrust his hips into you hard, one hand going up into the back of your head, tugging your hair back and his other hand going to grip your chin. The hand of the arm that was around him run down to grab onto his firm ass cheek, feeling it clench as the thrusted into you and your other hand wrapping his tie in your fist tugging him closer to you,

“Yes, Bryan” You moaned.

A breathless chuckle left him, raising an eye brow at you sticking out his tongue and running the tip of it around your lips. His hips picking up speed, the table under you shaking. Bryan’s lips met yours again, kissing you rough and deep. Bryan’s hands left the parts of your body they were on, pushing you down by your shoulders to lay flat on the table. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you down the table slightly and your legs bent around him, his elbows pushing into your knees to help hold them up.

One of your hands grabbed your breast squeezing at it through your dress and your other went to your clit, your thumb rubbing over it. Your back arched up off the table, moans and Bryan’s name flowing out of it, your body filling with nothing but pleasure. You had just dropped down on your back when a loud roar bolted out of Bryan, his fingers pressing deep into your hips and his mouth dropped opened, cumming hard and deep inside you. Bryan pulled out of you and you shifted back slightly to sit up. Bryan grabbed your chin, kissing you deeply again and then sorting himself out, wrapping the used protection in a tissue from his pocket, while you fixed your panties and your dress,

“Don’t pull that shit again. Get out there and tell that pretty boy that you got a better offer and meet me outside, I’ll go and get a cab”

“And if I don’t?” You smirked at him flattening his tie on his chest and you saw his eyes harden and his nostrils flaring.

“Then I’ll go out there and tell that pretty boy that I was just balls deep in you, while you get a taxi” Bryan gave you a slight spank and a wink “Now go”

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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.

[thatesqcrush]

Alright, making plans, making plans. Send me a request for any* REE characters & a #/prompt

Note: I reserve the right to not write for some characters/requests/prompts.

Kinktober 2024 Prompt List

Please feel free to share and use the list below. Or the header! This is only for anyone 18+ years of age, minors - please do not interact. Please feel free to tag me in any and all Kinktober stories that you post, I’m eager to read them. Have fun and have a wonderful Kinktober!

Handjobs // Temperature Play // Breast Worship

Piercing // Double Penetration // Voyeurism

Sixty-nine // Public Sex // Pet Play

Sensory Deprivation // Leather or Latex // Watersports

Rough Sex // Anal Beads // Bondage

A/B/O Heats or Ruts // Sadism-Masochism // Anonymous Sex

Bruising or Bitemarks // Virgin // Ice Play

Flogging // Swallowing // Cock Warming

Anal // Praise Kink // Food Play

Face Sitting // Lingerie // Overstimulation

Gags // Shaving // Knife Play 

Sex Toys // Dirty Talk // Breath Play

Pregnancy // Aftercare // Roleplay

Gangbang // Collaring // Candle - Wax Play

Hair Pulling // Glory Hole // Teasing

Nipple Play // Cock Worship // Lactation 

Squirting // Dom - Sub // Period Sex

Cockring or Plugs // Foot Fettish // Massaging

Suspension // Fisting // Mirror Sex

Infidelity - Cuckolding // Cunnilingus // Threesome

Gun Play // Monsterfucking // Shower - Bath Sex

Deepthroating // Thigh Riding or Fucking // Choking 

Licking // Degradation // Breeding 

Glove Kink // Masturbation //  Somnophilia

Pussy Slapping // Non Con - Dub Con // Titty Fucking

Pegging // Edgeplay // Seduction 

Lap Dances // Hate Fucking - Angry Sex // Breast Worship

Fucking Machine // Phone Sex // Impact Play

Branding // Hunter - Prey // Uniforms

Weight Gain // Object Insertion // Sex Pollen 

Free For All 

[melk917]

Melk's 250 Follower Celebration!

Ah! I’ve hit my first fairly-major follower milestone! As such, I wanted to celebrate with a bingo idea that has been on my mind for ages: What’s Your Fantasy.

I love writing smut and so it only seems appropriate to celebrate with a bingo card full of possibilities. 😈

Each bingo square will be a line from this classic piece of work by the sage poet, Ludacris. If you don’t know the song, go take a listen. For your own education and sheer enjoyment.

Rules are laid out in detail below the cut along with the card but the overview:

I will be accepting requests from today until 1/18 for 250-500 word fills. Feel free to send in a request for Rafael Barba, Nevada Ramirez, Jackson Neill, or Paul Mendelson + a square. Each square will get filled only once. I will be posting the fills as my schedule allows starting Feb 1. If you're writing/producing your own content, there's a lot more you can write for, but I will only be doing these four boys.

This is a bingo! So I’d love for other people to do their own fills as well. See below for more details + the card.

Even if you’re not participating, please share! I’d love to see how wide-reaching this can go and what creative things people can do. This is about community, and I want to celebrate that.

NOTE: Nothing about this song or the card itself is SFW so participation is restricted to 18+ ONLY. This is a hard and fast rule. If I discover anyone requesting is under 18, you will be blocked. If you are under 18 and participating, you will be blocked & your media removed from the bingo.

Rules:

For writing/creating your own work: Pick a single square, a row, four corners, fill the whole card. Up to you. No pressure - this is supposed to be fun!

For requests: send a square + one of the 4 boys marked with MK below.

How to use the squares? You can take them as literally as you want. They’re intended as inspiration, so feel free to use it to just set the tone, or feel free to incorporate the lyric literally. Let the muse lead you how it will. (And even though the bingo card itself is explicit, the fic can be anything from G to E. However you want it, as Luda would say.)

Types of media: you can do mood/storyboards, artwork, long fics, one shots, drabbles, HC... whatever your fancy. Want to do all fics? Great! Want to mix and match? Ok! All moodboards? No problem!

If your story is more than 500 words, you must use a “keep reading”. Anything explicit must also be below a cut.

One square per fic (note: multi-chapters can use more than one square, but it must be one per chapter).

Characters allowed (**can be reader insert or OC or fandom pairing. I will only write reader inserts**):

Rafael Barba (Can request from MK)

Jackson Neill (Can request from MK)

Nevada Ramirez (Can request from MK)

Paul Mendelson (Can request from MK)

Frederick Chilton

Jonas Nightingale

Bryan Kneef

Sonny Carisi

Nick Amaro

Mike Dodds

Rita Calhoun

Olivia Benson

Amanda Rollins

Want to write for someone else? Feel free to shoot me a message for requests. No promises, but open to requests.

No RPF/real-person fanfiction. No underage character (incl. reader/OC). No non-con. If you have any questions about something, feel free to shoot me a message. I also reserve the right to refuse any requests or add additional restrictions on a case-by-case basis, should there be an issue that arises.

Posting will be between 2/1 & 2/28 (this goes for both requests I fill and anything you wish to post)

Please tag me in your entries! I want to see the madness you create. Please also use the following hashtag: #melk917fantasybingo.

Any questions let me know. AGAIN HAVE FUN. Bingo card is below

You do not have to participate but a signal boost is always nice!

[madamsnape921]

Terms of Service

Pairing: Bryan Kneef x female reader 

Warning: language, anal sex 

WC: 1822

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On a frosty December night, Bryan Kneef glanced at his calendar with a sigh. "My final Pro Bono for the year. Thank goodness. Maybe I can finally focus on my actual fucking job." He stood up and reached the door, only to find you waiting. The office was dimly lit, and it was past regular working hours. Bryan was eager to begin the consultation before the looming end-of-year deadline.

Bryan walked you into his office. You were clearly of some means, but only a little.

"Mr. Kneef, will you represent me?" you inquire, shifting in your comfortable armchair. Your short pencil skirt rides up to your thighs, revealing a seductive amount of skin that catches Bryan's attention."

Bryan's confusion was evident as he asked, "You just walked in... I mean, what happened?"

"My name is YN. Recently, I had to defend myself when a police officer made unwanted advances towards me." You can't help but smile at the memory.

Brain took the file from his desk and opened it. 

“According to the report, you removed a red high heel and tried to stab him in the face while shouting, "I am not just an object, you chauvinistic pig." He glances at you from the corner of his eye.

“That is correct,” you smile.

"Fine, I'll indulge you. Let's discuss my payment."

“I was told in advance that I should receive the pro bono. What does that mean exactly?

I have to complete a certain number of volunteer hours. Thankfully, these tasks are usually simple and only take about an hour to finish. Some people opt to serve jail time instead of completing the entire sentence.

“I don’t want to go to jail,” you frowned.

“Well, I don’t want to waste my time on a loser of a case. Sucks to be us.”

“Is there anything I can do to help my case?”

“Well, you can pay me. However, I am not cheap…”

“I… I work three gigs and do door dash. There must be something else.”

At that moment, Bryan was aware that no one else was in the office. Only the two of them, so Bryan simply said, "Stand."

“Excuse me?”

“I said stand.”

You stood in front of him, feeling confused and vulnerable. You have no idea what is going on or what to do next. All you know is that if you end up in prison, it would mean missing work, losing your home, and potentially being ruined financially.

“Turn.”

Still confused, you turned around.

“Your ass.”

“Excuse me?” You look at him concerned.

“Your ass is the fee for my services.”

“I’m not a whore.”

“You aren't an inmate yet. I can make sure that you don’t do anything at any time,” Bryan quipped.

“And you want my ass?”

“I want to take you over to that private conference room and fuck you against the glass in front of the entire city. I finish inside of you, and then you get off scot-free. How does that sound?”

You looked panicked but knew you must consent to his offer. “I guess. But this one fuck covers everything.”

“Assuming you play along like I ask, yes.”

“Ok. Take me to the room.”

“First strip. I want to watch that ass of yours walk from one side of this office to the other.”

You stripped from your dress and underwear and slowly walked to the conference room. Bryan quickly came up behind you, smacking your ass with every step. “Quicker, girl.” 

You jump at the smacks, “It’s YN.”

“Fine, quicker, YN.”

With your heart pounding, you increased your pace and nearly started to run. You had no idea where you were going, but suddenly, you came across two massive glass doors that led into a spacious room with enough seats for 40 people. You sprinted inside, and Bryan shut the doors behind you.

“There’s the window, YN. Go.”

You rush to the window, eager to see the city's lights at night. Suddenly, a strong force pushes you against the glass, sending shivers down your spine from the coldness of the window pane. The contrast between the harsh cold and the warmth of your body creates an electrifying sensation. Instantly, you feel two large hands with thick fingers grip onto your buttocks, providing a pleasant contrast to the harshness of the window.

"Welcome to my city, Miss YN," he says with a tone of authority. "In this office, I hold the reins and make sure everything runs smoothly. If you want to maintain your current lifestyle, you'll need me. Tell me that you need me." He pressed you up against the glass with force.

“I need you, Mr.Kneef. I need you to save me.”

Bryan's arousal intensified at the sight of your naked body, causing his manhood to grow even more taut and stiff. He removes his jacket and drapes it over the table, adjusting his suspenders and unbuttoning his cuffs in the mirror's reflection. You catch him looking at you through the window; a cocky grin spreads across his face as he reveals his muscular forearms. His piercing peridot eyes scan the dark room and the twinkling cityscape. The hunter has spotted their prey and is ready to make their move.

"Miss YN, I won't even bother taking off my pants. As you can feel..." Bryan reveals his hard erection from beneath his clothing. "Your insatiable desire doesn't require it. I must always maintain a professional boundary with my clients." You can feel the tip of his member pressing against your entrance. He begins to tease your clit, causing you to become even more aroused and wet. Using his plump fingers, he gently stimulates you, and you let go of any inhibitions and enjoy the pleasure, momentarily forgetting that you are exposed 35 stories high in full view of the city below.

You hear the cold click of a tape recorder.

Bryan uses your wetness to lubricate his cock before carefully inserting a finger into your opening. “YN, I am claiming this hole as payment for my services. Do you agree to the following terms of service…”

“You freely admit that you need my services dire?”

“Yes, Mr. Kneef, I do.”

“You freely admit that you are without other options?”

“Yes, Mr. Kneef, I do.”

“You freely agree to the terms of the relationship as discussed in my office, as written on my letterhead and dated today.”

“Yes, Mr. Kneef, I do.”

“You waive any rights to negotiate these terms of service further.”

“Yes, Mr. Kneef, I do.”

“You are knowingly relinquishing control of this tight, needy,” slides another finger in, “hole to Mr. Bryan Kneef.”

“Yes, Mr. Kneef, I do,” you moaned.

As you glance at the window, you catch Bryan's smile. You turn to look at the reflection and see him lining up his cock with your asshole. The pressure of the head against your hole sends shivers down your spine.

“Mr. Kneef, it’s not going to fit.”

“Miss YN, you agreed to a contract with me for my services. Let me show you what I do best." With care and precision, Bryan pushes his entire length inside of you, the size of it making you feel like you're in two different cities. He starts to move steadily, in a rhythmic motion, never pulling out altogether. His head remains firmly embedded within your walls.”

“Miss YN, look at my eyes in the window,” you did as you were told. “These are the eyes of the man who owns this ass. Your ass is mine, and why is that?” He began to pump faster.

“Because I can’t control myself, Mr. Kneef. I need someone to help me out of my messes,” you replied. 

“Miss YN, you should be more careful that less deserving men don’t use you like this. Your ass is too good to be wasted on such squaller.” He pumped at a continued quickened pace.

“Mr. Kneef, I am so lucky that you own this ass.” Kneef stopped and slowly pulled his entire cock out of your ass. 

“Say that again, Miss YN.”

“Mr. Kneef, I’m so lucky that you own this ass.” He pushed the head of his cock on your hole. 

“Once more, just the important part, Miss YN.”

“You own this ass,” you gasped. Bryan continued without hesitation, moving his cock in and out with full force.

"One more time, Miss YN, let's feel it," he demanded, thrusting his hardness into you. The sensation slowly builds and intensifies as he pounded into you. Just as you were about to reach climax, he abruptly stopped. Your body was vibrating with anticipation, begging for release.”

As you stared into his captivating green eyes, you cried out with delight, "YOU OWN THIS ASS, MR. KNEEF!" And the feeling of Bryan's cock inside you sent waves of pleasure throughout your body, causing you to orgasm. Your muscles clenched and released, drawing every last drop of cum from him as he released entirely inside you. You both take a moment to catch your breath and bask in the post-orgasmic bliss. Your bodies are intertwined, breathing and sweating together. Bryan finally pulled out of you.

He tucked his cock back into his pants and backed away from you. He handed you his pocket square to clean up and then offered you his jacket. “Let's go back to my office to complete the transaction.” You walked quickly behind him in the dark office. You closed his office door behind you and sat in his guest chair. 

"That was fantastic, Mr. Kneef. It's a shame we won't have the opportunity to experience that again."

Bryan's face lit up with a smile as he chuckled. "Can you put your signature on this?" He slid a piece of paper towards you.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“The terms of our agreement. Sign at the bottom, Miss YN.”

“Wait...” you read the short document, “I never agreed to this four times weekly.”

With a smile on his face, Bryan retrieved his tape recorder. You heard your voice responding, "Yes, Mr. Kneef, I do." He confirmed, "You did indeed."

“I’ll report you to the bar.”

“I’ll let you go to jail. Sign the paper you already agreed to.”

Reluctantly, you put your signature on the documents declaring that you would engage in anal intercourse four times a week at a mutually beneficial location.

“...and further down…”

You read the last clause of the contract, saying to look in the left jacket pocket. You placed your hand in the pocket and pulled out a small box. “Miss YN, will you become Mrs. YN Kneef?”

You started slowly crying, “Yes, Bryan, a thousand times yes.”

The roleplay is falling apart; you had no idea he was even thinking about marriage. “You smug bastard.”

“That’s husband smug bastard to you, Mrs. Kneef.”

“Next anniversary, I chose the roleplay.”

“Next anniversary, I’ll be fucking my wife in any way she desires.”

[thatesqcrush]

Fall From Grace, Pt. 10.5

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

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

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

WC: 4K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanna throat fuck me til I cry?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bry… oh fuck! Gonna come!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled at him before opening your mouth wide.

***

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

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

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

“Jesus Christ.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I— 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“In bed,” Rachel cut off.

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let me see.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

Bryan arched a brow. “Prove it.”

“Pick a topic - anything.”

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

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

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

Rachel and you have each other knowing glances.

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

Bryan smiled. “That’s impressive.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Or.”

FIN.

[prurientpuddlejumper]

A Cat Called Dickface

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

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

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

1,170 words

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

First, there was Dickface.

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

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

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

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

“DICKFACE, YOU ASSHOLE!”

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

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

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

“Alright, Jesus. Fucker.”

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

“I’m not.”

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

“A live animal? As a joke?”

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

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

“I’m allergic.”

“What the fuck.”

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

***

Then there was the fireplace.

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

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

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

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

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

A bit of a mood killer.

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

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

“Yeah. Maybe.”

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

***

And finally, that brought you here. The couch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[gillysoldlady]

Mood:

Bryan Kneef and Reader 18+ pretty much smut . I just had this happen .

“ Am I boring you querida?” “ That’s the third time you’ve yawned while sitting here by the fire in my arms. “. He looked at you for a moment,

“ I’ve had a long week with people being all dramatic because they waited until now to start Christmas shopping and then wondering why certain adult items are out of stock in the store. I had two women get into arguments over some camis that were not their size but they were determined to buy them anyway .” You sighed.

“ You don’t need to work there , you know that right .”

“ And what would I do when you’re away on business Bryan ? Look out the window of this pretty penthouse all day at the snow falling or become a professional tv binge watcher ? I have built that store from nothing into a profitable business. Besides you wouldn’t get to play with my new products in the bedroom when you like.” Your hand moved down his stomach to the front of his pajama pants with snowmen on them and palmed him through his boxer briefs. You gently stroked him while nipping on his jawline where his beard covered the skin of his face gently.

“ Someone suddenly got very fucking attentive,”. He said with a low growl.

“ Do you want more?”

“ Oh hell yes you know I do.”

You moved so you were straddling him and then found that he was already hard, So you slid his pants and things that were in the way and pulled up your mint green nightshirt with the matching panties that was one of his favorites . You slid your silk underwear off and then slid him inside you .

“ Well then Mr. Kneef what are you waiting for , aren’t you going to fuck me?”

His eyes darkened for a moment. “ Mrs. Kneef such a dirty mouth .”

He entered you and began to have you right on the blanket in the living room floor. After a moment or two you found yourself ont he floor underneath him with your hands above your head as he pounded into you stretching every inch of your insides with himself. Then you moaned his name as he finished taking you over the edge of total unadulterated pleasure.

He cleaned you up being the gentleman that he was and your husband .

Then he helped you put your panties and nightgown back on as you both wiped sweat off of your faces slowly.

When you both and recovered you heard the fire crackle and pop.

“ So I cleared my schedule so we can go to that place in Arizona that you have been talking about . We’ll stay right near the desert.”

You kissed him. “ Thank you so much baby, it will be nice to go somewhere with sun to celebrate Christmas.”

“ You’re welcome, after all you do put up with me and my crazy schedule so I want us to have some time to relax and who knows maybe work on a little Kneef to run around here.”

“ That would be nice, if it doesn’t happen I have a friend who will have a litter of kittens in the beginning of January so we could get one of those.”

“ I like that idea too.”

“ Now why don’t I put the fire out and we’ll get a nice bath and then go to bed.”

He lifted you into his arms and took you back the hall to your master bathroom .

“ Get our robes and I’ll start the water.”

“ All right see you in a few minutes,”. You kissed him again and went to the bedroom for a minute.

He smiled watching your ass as you walked out of the room. Hell yes Y/N made him so damn happy and he was a lucky man to call her his wife.

[thatesqcrush]

Okay first off @storiesofsvu no need to apologize for delays - it’s not like you’re not busy with work and life. Us readers can always wait. Secondly, I’m bummed it’s coming to an end, as I love this fic so damn much. Thirdly, my fucking God this chap was so good and steamy. I’m all tingly rn.

Journey to the Past Ch 25

Bryan kneef x reader

warnings: language, smut, daddy kink. a/n: once again, sorry about the delays with this fic, i'm trying guys, i really am, but i'm losing steam. not much is left, we're almost wrapped, so at least there's that. and i've got an outline for the next ch's thank fuck. ANYWAYS, this ch is 10000% not edited or even re-read through so ignore typos or shit that doesn't make sense...

One habit that you’d had for years was your morning routine, one that you rarely ever deviated from, even if you woke up somewhere you didn’t live, had someone else around or not. You’d make sure the coffee was brewing, hop in the shower to wake yourself up, then slip into whatever underwear you were going to wear for the day and get ready like that. On the chillier days, or if you had company you’d toss on a silk robe over top for a little bit of modesty while you started on your hair, skincare and make up. Being pregnant wasn’t about to stop something that had been a daily occurrence for the last near twenty years. Not that it mattered, but you weren’t really showing yet, it was still very easily hidden under clothes which you were thankful for, managing to keep the secret a little longer, you simply looked a little extra bloated after eating, even if it was a small meal. You could see it in your chest, practically spilling out of your current selection of bras, and that was something neither you nor Bryan was going to complain about. You could feel his gaze on you in the mornings while you got ready, more than normal most days as he would linger in the bathroom longer than he needed to, eyes raking across your body.

“What?” You finally asked, a sly grin on your cheeks as you popped the lid back onto your mascara, watching Bryan through the mirror. He was already fully dressed for the day, minus the suit jacket, making an excuse to come back and re-brush his teeth after eating breakfast.

“Hmmph.” He replied, wrapping a sturdy arm around your waist from behind, pulling you flush to him firmly enough you could feel his half hard cock in his pants as his lips left kisses on your exposed neck. “Just really wish I didn’t have back to back morning meetings.”

“Yeah?” You raised a brow, “something else you’d rather be doing?”

“You know there is.” He grumbled, his hand sliding upwards to grope at your tits, pulling a soft moan from you and for the briefest second you thought you were about to get what you’d been aching for before the alarm blared on his phone and he let out an angry huff, hands dropping from your body to silence the device. “Fuck.” He pocketed his phone, turning you in his arms to kiss you softly, his free hand briefly resting on your lower stomach, “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Pretty sure I have a free afternoon if you feel like coming home early?” You offered and he smiled, finger and thumb gently pinching at your chin as he stole another kiss.

“That might be a good idea. I’ve been wanting to call and get the painters into the nursery this week.” He leant in, pecking your cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You called after him before letting out a frustrated huff, dropping back against the basin. Calling the painters had obviously not been what you had in mind for your afternoon activities, but Bryan seemed to have slipped out of horny mode and into dad mode before you could even get the idea into his head.

You would never be upset that he was so gung ho on things, that he was spending his free time reading up on what to expect, joining dad forums online and going through as much as possible with you, it was sweet, something that you’d never expected from him, or someone like him. Between work and baby prepping he’d been so busy he seemed to have completely slipped from his sex focused ways to only thinking about the future and right now that was not helping you. Your hormones were through the roof and all you wanted was for him to fuck you completely senseless so you couldn’t even remember your own name. At the very least, you knew you were going to have a half day and you would do your best to take care of yourself, hoping Bry would catch you and realize just how badly you needed him

*

Bryan got your text around lunch that you were indeed taking advantage of being able to leave the office halfway through the day and that if anyone was going to disturb you at the apartment it better be him and only him. So he put in the call to the painters to reschedule for Thursday, when he knew you’d be in court and they would be able to finish everything up without interruptions. He was a little worried that you weren’t feeling a hundred percent, whether emotional or physical he wasn’t sure and the curiosity ended up getting the better of him, shuffling a meeting to the following day before leaving STR.

He could hear the tv in the bedroom playing when he stepped into the apartment, dropping his bag by the door as he slipped out of his shoes, tugging the tie from his neck. It found a home over the back of the couch along with his suit jacket as he made his way through the apartment. He started to undo the buttons of his shirt, eager to change out of his work clothes while he wandered down the hallway.

“It’s about time.” You greeted with a small grin, having stripped down to your lingerie, your robe open and loose around your frame. Bryan chuckled, stepping toward you to cup your cheek, kissing you softly.

“It looks like you’re up to something.”

“And if I am?” You raised a brow, your hands linking behind his neck and you watched the way his eyes flicked down to your chest, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips and you chuckled leaning in to kiss him again, this one deeper than before, your tongue easily slipping into his mouth. “I’ve been thinking about you all day…” you murmured against his lips and he hummed.

“Is that so?”

“Been thinking about that gorgeous cock, want you to fill me up, fuck me so good everyone in the building can hear.”

“Are you sure?” The dangerously playful tone in his voice was barely cracked by one of concerned and it was your turn to laugh softly.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“I don’t want to hurt—”

“Oh my god Bry.” You let out a huff of a laugh, rolling your eyes before running a hand over your face, “you’ve been so fucking gentle recently and you really don’t need to be. You’re not going to break me, and your monster cock isn’t going to hurt the baby. I promise.” Your hand slunk between your bodies, palming at his length through his pants, “now… I’m going to get on my knees, are you going to take your pants off or do I have to do that for you too?”

Bryan’s eyes flashed with passion as he took in the heat in yours, a wicked grin breaking out on his lips as your fingers started toying with his belt buckle, “I think I can handle that.” He chuckled, “but we’re going to talk about this more dominant side of you later, because it’s giving me ideas…”

Before he could even finish his thought you’d dropped to your knees and he was grabbing a pillow from the bed to give you more comfort as the two of you tugged his pants off. You spat into your hand, wrapping around his cock and beginning to pump him, your robe dropping behind you on the floor while he quickly undid the rest of his shirt, tossing it in the direction of the hamper. He let out a heavy groan at the feeling of your lips wrapping around his cock, sinking down until your nose was tickling into the curly hairs at its base. Your hand moved up to cup his balls, massaging them as you began to bob on his length, tongue tracing the ridges and veins. Bryan’s hands wove into your hair, urging you up and down as he hardened completely in your mouth, feeling himself twitch between your lips.

“Fuck… just like that kitten… so good for daddy…” He groaned, his hips rocking toward you with each thrust. He hit the back of your throat at despite the fact that you gagged around him, you held him there, sucking and hollowing your cheeks before you finally popped off for a breath. He couldn’t resist, glancing down at you, swearing lowly at the sight of the string of spit connecting the tip of his dick with your mouth. “Fuck baby…”

You shot him a wicked grin but before you could wrap yourself around him again he was tugging you up, tossing you onto the bed and his hands were in the waistband of your panties. He pulled them down your legs and threw them to the ground behind him without a second thought.

“You want daddy to fuck you, you’ll get as many orgasms as you want kitten.” He practically growled before settling on his stomach between your legs.

“Oh god!” You cried out when his mouth hit your cunt, tongue swiping through you with ease, groaning over your juices. He hadn’t realized just how horny you’d been, now realizing that you’d likely been toying with yourself long before he even got home. He felt himself throb against the bed at the thought of you splayed out, wishing it was him teasing you and not your own hands.

“So wet princess…” he muttered into you, “taste so fucking sweet.” Was all he managed before his tongue delved into you, drawing out even more wetness while your hands threaded through his hair, shoving him deeper into your pussy. You needed your release; you needed multiple releases and at least now you knew you were going to get them.

“More… please..” You begged, your hips rocking up to his mouth and Bryan groaned against you, the vibrations causing you to gasp. But he did as requested, a hand sneaking up to slip two fingers into your needy pussy. “Oh fuck… oh god… right there!” A shriek left your lips as his fingers crooked, hitting the sensitive spot within you and you felt like your entire body was on fire.

Bryan was fantastic in bed, you were very much aware of this already, but there was something about how crazy your hormones had been recently that was making this an entirely new level of experiences. Every drag of his fingers made your body spark, every suck of his mouth around your clit made you nearly convulse, you felt things he’d never made you feel before and you just knew that when he made you come it would be far more than intense. His mouth continued to fuck you, groaning and growling into you, drinking every ounce of your essence as he went, wishing that it would never end, he would eat you out forever if he could. His fingers started to move faster and you let out a loud moan, urging him on even more as they crooked and curled within you.

“Oh god Bry… Bry!” Your hips shot up, thighs shaking violently around him as he felt your pussy clamp down around his fingers, juices dribbling out of your pussy, drenching his hand. He simply growled in response, fingers slipping from you so he could lap up all of your release, his cock throbbing nearly painfully.

“So fucking hot.” He murmured, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he crawled over you, lips meeting yours for a searing kiss. Your legs instantly wrapped around him and he chuckled into the kiss, wrapping a sturdy arm around you before rolling onto his back so you were straddling him instead. “How about you ride daddy? I wanna see you come.”

The gleam in his eyes was enough to make you laugh gently, settling above him as your hand wrapped around his cock, lining it up with your leaking pussy. You teased the head of it for only a moment, a low swear leaving his lips as your eyes fluttered shut before you sunk down onto him.

“Oh fuucck.” You moaned, “feels so fucking good…”

You took a moment to adjust to the feeling before you braced yourself on his stomach beginning to ride him and the sounds that left you were ones of absolute sin. Bryan had no choice but to try to hold back, his hands roaming your body, guiding your hips as you bounced in his lap, pinching at your sensitive tits as he groaned and twitched within you. He could feel his cock throbbing as your cunt clenched down around him, your moans bouncing off the bedroom walls, getting louder and louder as he braced himself on the bed, starting to fuck up into you with more force.  Your nails dug into his skin, a cry leaving your lips as your eyes scrunched shut in pleasure, your hand began to sink south in search of your clit and Bryan swatted it away, his fingers sinking into your mouth before rubbing at your clit.

“Be a good girl for daddy.” He grunted, “I know you’re close kitten…. Come for me…”

He drove himself deeper into you, his fingers rubbing hard and fast at your swollen rub. He knew he wasn’t going to last long at the vision of you bouncing in his lap, the feeling of your wet warmth wrapped around him. You lurched forward, letting out a gasp as you braced yourself on his shoulders, your hips picking up speed until they faltered and you let out a cry. He felt the way your cunt constricted around him and he grunted loudly, his cum suddenly spilling into you and your body relaxed against him, letting out little shivers as you did so. You panted into the crook of his neck, your pussy fluttering around his softening cock every so often as your lips softly traced his collarbone. He could feel your juices still leaking out around him, dribbling out onto the bedspread and by the way you were shivering in his arms he knew you’d just had one of the best orgasms you’d ever had.

Bryan’s hands ghosted up and down your back, his lips meeting your temple, murmuring sweet nothings as you both came down from your peaks. You finally stilled in his arms, your breathing coming back to normal and he slipped out of you, nudging you to his side and you happily collapsed onto the bed, a satisfied hum escaping your lips at the feeling of his cum dribbling out of your cunt.

“You alright?” He asked, pulling you to him as he brushed your hair off your face.

“Fucking perfect.” You replied with a grin, leaning in to kiss him gently, “thank you daddy.”

Bryan hummed in response, kissing you once more before tucking you into his shoulder. It was only once he was certain you’d come down from your high that he urged you from the bed, guiding you into the shower so the two of you could at least somewhat clean up before dinner.

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

5 sentence fic: Flirting with someone else to make your ex-bf Bryan jealous on purpose.

"Had your fun?" Bryan growled pushing you against the wall, his hand sliding up your thigh.

"Didn't take you for the jealous type Bryan" you panted

"Jealous?" He smirked "There is nothing to be jelous of, we both know my cock is the only one you want"

[adarafaelbarba]

Full

Pairing: Nick Amaro x Reader x Bryan Kneef

Fandom: Law and Order SVU and The Good Fight

Requested: No

Warning: Smut (Duh)! Do NOT read if you’re under the age of 18!! DP. Butt stuff (always prep!) P in V. Oral (Female and male receiving)

A/N: This covers the Double Penetration square of the Kink Bingo @thatesqcrush​ created! I’ve been so nervous about this and the Threesome square cause I’ve never written for three people getting it on before. But here we are, learning something new every day and I also get to challenge myself and think outside the box that is my comfort zone, so let’s go! ❤️

A/N2: It will MOST likely NOT be mentioned that Bryan and Rafael are identical. But if it comes up, so be it 😂 Also I’m just gonna assume Bryan went to Harvard, cause I don’t think it has been mentioned on the show … oops😂 -Karen

(gif credits to me!)

One thing that had drawn Nick to you was how confident you were. You were confident in court, no doubt about that. The other lawyers knew not to push too many button on you for fear you would rip them apart. You were also confident in your relationship. If Nick didn’t call, you knew it was because of work, or that he had Zara, and that was okay with you. You didn’t need him to always be there for you to know that he only wanted you.

Everyone who knew you both said that what you had was one of the best relationships out there. And those who had also know Nick and Maria, tended to say he seemed to be happier with you, something you had both agreed should never be mentioned to his ex wife.

Another thing you had a great amount of confidence in was in the bedroom, or wherever you and Nick found yourself having sex. You could tell him if there was ever anything you wanted to try out when getting down and dirty. And he knew he would never be judged if he wanted to try something either.

…

You knew something about today would be different when you walked into the courthouse to see a group of people flocking around someone. «What is going on here?!» You asked, your voice booming over the commotion. «Ms. (Y/L/N), how nice to see you again.» You could recognize that voice from anywhere. And as the crowd opened up, there he stood, as smug as he was back in Law School. «Mr. Kneef. What brings you to the big apple?» He chuckled at that. «It’s been far too long (Y/N). I figured I needed to come see you. Your assistant, Julianna is it? Told me you were going to be in court all day so of course I needed to come see you in action.» If there was one man too smug for his own good, it was Bryan Kneef.

The two of you had been close back in Law School. Always helping each other out, whether it was with school work or being each others dates when no one else was interested, or peaked your interests. Then he moved to Chicago, and you moved to New York, and well, as life happens, you moved on, and didn’t keep in touch much. «Well, well, well. Does that mean you want to see how a real lawyer works?» You teased. While you were here working for the District Attorney, he was off in Chicago working for a private company. «That’s very cute counselor, but no, not quite.» He had reached you now, and gave your cheeks a kiss. «You look incredible though», he murmured, and you felt chills going down your spine. Damn this man and his ability to make you blush!

…

Nick could tell something was off when you walked into the precinct after court, bickering with someone he didn’t quite recognize. «Counselor. What brings you here?» Liv asked, approaching the two new arrivals. «The case. Well, the witness you guys handed me. Completely incompetent. Did he even see anything that night? I told you to have him come over to get prepped. Didn’t show, no texts. Made me look like an idiot. And I don’t like being made a fool.» Nick felt himself getting hard at how she talked. «I’m sorry, counselor. No idea why he was a no show, but he sounded good when we talked to him.» Liv sounded irritated at being talked to like that, but it wasn’t like she didn’t need to hear it.

«Maybe if your detectives could pick him up and drop him off at my office, I’ll let it slide», you suggested, crossing your arms over your chest, «Call me if you have some more for me.» Walking past Nick you leant over and gave him a small kiss, «Be safe okay. I love you», you murmured, leaving with Bryan.

…

«Who would have known you would settle down for a cop?» Bryan asked over lunch. «Give it a rest Bry. He’s better than you are.» You had finally calmed down after the initial outburst earlier, and were now enjoying a meal and a catch up with your old friend, like you had never spent a day apart. «Oh please! Not that you would know that, but I’m incredible, in every way.» For anyone who didn’t know Bryan, they would think he was always this happy, and you had a small feeling that he might be like this because he was with you and he was out of Chicago. «Who says I want to know?» You asked, teasingly arching an eyebrow. «Don’t lie to me sweetheart.» That made you shiver. Bryan hadn’t called you sweetheart since your first year.

«Mind if I join you?» Looking up, you were met with your boyfriend’s chocolate brown eyes. «Not at all Guapo, do sit down.» Now was your time to talk to him, to both of them, about what you had wanted to talk about for the entire day. Leaning over as your boyfriend sat, you gave him a soft kiss, resting a hand on this thigh.

You and Nick had talked about wanting to have a threesome. And that had been when you had told him your desire of being filled up. You had never tried it before, but fuck if it didn’t turn you on to think about having two guys in you.

«She’s plotting something, I can tell. Got the same look she had when she had a plan on how to break the opposing council at Harvard», Bryan explained as you you just flashed a wicked smile. «What are you plotting?» He asked. «How much fun we could have.» The way Nick looked at you told you he understood where you were getting at. «And what kind of fun would that be?» Bryan asked, but you were fairly sure he understood too.

…

Getting back to your shared apartment, you all but crashed through the front door. «Such a naughty little girl», Bryan murmured, his hands on your ass, trailing kisses up and down your neck while Nick’s lips were locked with your. «I bet she’s soaked just thinking about it», your boyfriend murmured.

He wasn’t wrong either, you could feel yourself getting damp at the idea of getting filled to the brim. «She’s been dreaming about this for a long time», Bryan mused, squeezing your ass as he did. «This is your dream isn’t it Bry? Fucking your Law School best friend.» You teased him, biting your lip. «Does she run her mouth like this often?» He barely looked at you.

«All the time. Gets her into a lot of trouble», Nick commented, slipping his hand into the front of your slacks. A small whimper left your lips as his finger tips ghosted over your clit. «Naughty little girl», he said, his fingers rubbing over your sensitive nub.

Your legs felt numb and it was like you were about to melt. «Why don’t we get her undressed, and you can see for yourself how wet she is. I’m sure she’d love to feel your beard on her, (Y/N) seems to love when I grow one at least.» You gasped at his revelation.

Bryan’s eyes where blown dark with lust when you looked at him. «Does that make you wet sweetheart? Thinking about me going down on you?» Bryan asked, his fingers slowly opening the button and zipper of your slacks. You let out a string of small whimpers, nodding your head.

…

You felt so naked standing in front of them in only lingerie. But fuck, if it didn’t make you hot. The three of you had moved into the bedroom now, and the two men looked ready to pounce you at any given moment. You wondered who would go first when Nick spoke up, «Lay down hermosa, let out friend taste you.» Nodding your head, you did like you were told and laid down. «Good girl», Nick murmured watching as Bryan went over to crouch in front of your core.

«Mmm. You taste really good sweetheart», Bryan murmured, licking stripes up your slick folds. You were a whimpering mess, his beard scratching deliciously. In all the years you had known Bryan, you never once went for it, you never once tried to have sex with him, not that you would have been thinking about it since getting with Nick. But feeling how good he was with his mouth, you regretted the fact that you never once fucked him.

It didn’t take long before you felt your orgasm approaching. Pulling at his hair you looked over at your boyfriend who was looking back at you in amazement. «Nick», you whined, making grabby hands towards him with your free hand, «Want you in my mouth guapo», you added. «Dirty little minx!» Nick growled, quickly freeing himself from his slacks.

You let out a moan as your lips wrapped around his member. «Oh, hmm, fuck, you’re so good at that aren’t you?» Nick growled, looking at you as your head bobbed back and forth, taking more of him each time. Hollowing your cheeks, you locked your eyes with his as your release finally hit. The moans you let out sending vibrations through Nick and he quickly followed suit, spilling his seeds in your warm mouth. «You should see what her mouth does Bryan!» Nick gasped, pulling out of you as your friend stood up.

«I might do that while you warm her ass up», Bryan said in response, smirking at you as you let out a gasp. The two men shared a look before swapping places, Nick immediately going to grab the lube from the nightstand drawer and a condom.

Keeping your eyes on your boyfriend as he slipped the condom on you had to remind yourself to breath. «You ready cariño?» Nick asked, circling a lube covered finger around your puckered ass. «Fuck my ass baby», you purred, pumping Bryan’s cock.

A loud moan ripped from you as Nick eased his cock into your ass. «Oh Fuck!» You cried out, back arched up. «F—fuck—feels good doesn’t it?» Nick asked, slowly moving in and out of you. Not trusting your voice you could only nod, moving slightly to get a better angle on Bryan’s hard member.

Another orgasm came fast approaching, and you were sure they could both tell as Nick’s hips slowed, and Bryan’s quickened, fucking your face. Letting out one whine after another you clamped down as best you could on Nick. «Nope, you’re gonna hold it until we’re both filling you up hermosa.» That made you moan loudly.

Bryan was quick to pull out of you after emptying his salty liquid in the warm confines of your willing mouth. «Ready for us baby girl? Who do you want where, hmmm?» He asked, caressing your cheek. «Want you in my ass Bryan», you mewled, feeling soaked.

The two men laughed darkly at your submissive streak. «Guess you should lay down of this then Nick», Bryan suggested, looking at his new found detective friend. Grabbing two condoms, Nick handed one to Bryan while pulling out of you, causing you to let out a low moan. He quickly tossed the used condom in the bin before putting the new one on.

You were quick to straddle your boyfriend’s lap as soon as he laid down, earning a chuckle from him. «So eager querida», he mused, entering your cunt. «Hmmm always eager for you Nicky», you mewled in response.

Bryan pushed at your back to make you lay down, and without much warning he slowly entered you. The feeling of being stretched out like that was thrilling to you. The border of pain and pleasure mixing together made your vision go blurry. «Move. Faster. Please!» you moaned, clamping down on them.

Getting the hint, the two men started moving, making you scream out in pleasure, a mix of their names and incoherent babbling filling the room with slapping skin and grunts taking up the air too. You knew you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. The last orgasm being denied would make sure that you would be cuming sooner rather than later.

«Doing so fucking good for us aren’t you sweetheart?» Bryan asked, pressing kissed down your back. «Fuck, you clamping down hard, I think she’s about to cum», he added. Nick looked at you with a smirk before nodding at Bryan, «Oh she’s definitely close! She always does this when she’s about to cum», Nick confessed, making you blush. «Let go for us sweetheart», Bryan murmured, spanking your ass over and over, which was what tipped you over the edge.

Your vision went blurry as your orgasm crashed down on you. The moans and screams coming from you were mere muffled sounds as your ears rung. You had never felt so deliciously full before, and if you were being honest, you wanted it to happen again.

It was hardly there at first. But then Nick’s fingers graced your goosebump filled skin again. «You okay hermosa?» he asked, looking at you with worried eyes. «I’m more than okay baby», you whispered, smiling at him.

Whimpering at the loss of contact as they both pulled out of you, you lazily rolled over onto your back, looking at them. «That was amazing!» you whispered, biting your lip. «It was! A good way to spend my day in New York», Bryan mused, caressing your leg.

«You did so good for us cariño.» Nick caressed your cheek as he laid there next to you. Silence fell over the room, but it was good and you felt yourself getting tired. «I think I should head out, gotta fly back home soon», Bryan murmured, more to Nick than to you. «I’ll call you tomorrow (Y/N)», he added, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek.

«Be safe Bry.» And with that you fell into a deep sleep, a lazy smile etched on your lips.

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[sassyada]

I’m loving all this fucking Raúl smut. Give me all of it. Frederick Chilton, Bryan Kneef, Nevada Ramirez, Rafael Barba. I want it all.

#EverythingAllOfTheTime