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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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Poolside

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

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

“What the hell?”

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

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

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

“You gonna help or not?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Bry…”

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

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

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

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

“Fuck Bry..”

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

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

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

“Liar.”

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

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

“Well get to it, slut.”

“Yes daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes daddy.”

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

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

“Fuck…don’t fucking stop.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes daddy.”

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

“Around daddy’s cock.”

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

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

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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.

[thatesqcrush]

The Auction, Pt. 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**

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

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

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

“Anything to drink?” Bryan asked.

You shook your head. “No thank you.”

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

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

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

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

“Now what?” You asked.

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

You nodded. “Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You beamed in response.

“Take my briefs off.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good girl. Now get to work.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two years later

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

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

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

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

Her eyes met yours and her face was beet red.

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

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

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

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

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

“Need a ride sweetheart?”

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

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

-FIN-

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Fall From Grace, Pt. 10

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Fandom: The Good Fight. Reference: S4, E.4, “The Gang is Satirized and Doesn’t Like It.” CW: smut and fluff... the tiniest pinprick of angst (like minuscule). Language, of course.

AN: Our lovely REE was on The Good Fight for all of 3 minutes so I am taking lots of liberties. I am obsessed with the anti-Barba. He was just delicious.

AN: Lots of references to our other fave prosecutor. Can you spot them?

WC: 2837

S/O to @prurientpuddlejumper�� for the Kneef gifs! 

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Back at your apartment, Bryan had you against the wall. He nuzzled your neck, causing you to shiver. Two large warm hands rose up the sides of your thighs before slipping under the hem of your skirt. He hooked his fingers under the straps of your panties and tugged. The flimsy lace underwear you wore tore easily. He nudged your legs apart with his foot.

The sound of a belt unbuckling and clanging to the floor followed by a zipper sent a thrill up your spine. 

Bryan’s breath was warm on your ear as he pressed himself along your ass. You instinctively pushed back, desperate for more. Bryan nipped your ear as he stroked your soaked pussy with his cock. 

“Like the song, we’re reunited and it’s going to be so fucking good.” Bryan purred. “Now place those arms on the wall and bend over more a little, sweetheart.”

--- Flash Forward to Four Years--

At the speed in which Bryan paced in front of you, you were certain the handsome litigator was going to wear a hole in the carpet. “Well?” He asked exasperated. He tugged on the collar of his navy polo, feeling warm and constricted.

“Two more minutes Bryan. These things take time.” You gritted. You rapped your freshly manicured nails along the counter. “I can’t tell who is more nervous. You or I.” 

Bryan stopped his pacing to glare at you. “This is life altering news.”

“Gee, whizz, you don’t say.” You replied with a roll of your eyes. “You are not making this any easier.” You stood straight and marched off.  

“Where are you going?” Bryan called out after you. He followed you, basically nipping at your heels.  

“To get something to drink.” You replied. “I need something to settle my stomach. I think I saw ginger ale in your fridge.” 

Bryan sighed. “I need something stronger.”

You returned with two low ball glasses. “Whisky on the rocks for you. Ginger ale for me.” 

Bryan took the drink and with his free hand, pulled you in. “I love you. No matter the results.” 

You cupped his bearded cheek. “I love you too.” You were about to stand on your toes to press a kiss when a buzzer sounded. You gasped and thrust your drink into his hands. 

Bryan watched your form disappear back into the room. There was silence and Bryan swore inwardly. “Okay, time for plan B.” He muttered before downing his drink in one shot and then downing yours. You walked back out into the room. Your face was unreadable initially and just as he was about to say something, you broke into a big smile. 

“I passed! I passed the bar exam! I’m a lawyer!” You shouted before running full-speed into Bryan’s arms. The glasses dropped to the floor, shattering into a million pieces as Bryan scooped you into his arms.

“I knew you would. I am so fucking proud of you.” Bryan replied before capturing your lips with his. Any tension you had, melted away and you allowed yourself to sink into his embrace.

“Let’s celebrate!” You exclaimed.

Bryan’s eyes twinkled. “I have just the place in mind. Go pack your bag while I have this cleaned up.”

You cocked your head and raised your brow. “And where exactly will we be going?”

“You’ll see.” Bryan replied huskily. As you turned, Bryan swatted your ass.  You looked back at him and the look on his face was absolute sinful. Your heartbeat began to race in anticipation. 

--

Thirty minutes later, Bryan had finished securing yours and his bags to the rear rack of his motorcycle. You tightened your helmet before hopping on and held Bryan tightly. Bryan kicked his motorcycle into gear and off you went, leaving his luxury apartment in the Gold Coast behind.  

--

 “You have a yacht? Since when?” You asked as you and Bryan walked down the slip taking in the sight of the boats at the marina.

“Not my yacht.” Bryan winked. “Someone who owes me a favor. Come on.”

 “Welcome aboard.” A man in a captain’s uniform greeted. “I’m Captain Williams – it’ll be my honor to take you along Lake Michigan. It’s a beautiful day for sailing; could not ask for better weather.” 

Once on board, another member of the staff came to greet you two with two flutes of champagne. You both followed and were given a tour. When you imagined a three-bedroom, two-bathroom living space with a spacious kitchen and butler’s pantry, life on the water did not come to mind. The boat was outfitted in a subtle palette of champagne, ivory, platinum, stainless steel and chocolate brown. 

Each room boasted an oversized, sumptuous bed clothed in supima cotton percale linen and a cashmere throw. In addition, the seating was Italian leather. There were two fridges, a below-deck engine room, a two-mode table that phased into a dining and cocktail table, Corian benches and an icemaker. The 40-foot yacht combined the timeless appearance of a bygone-era cruiser with stylish design and high-tech engineering. The opulent master ensuite featured beautiful Spanish hexagon tiles with a light running through it to create a sensual oasis. There was glass wall separating each bedroom and to your surprise, the glass could be easily blacked out with a frost effect at the touch of a button creating privacy. 

Finally, you and Bryan were alone again. You hopped onto one of the lush beds and almost sank into it. As Bryan chose some music to stream, you gasped at the skylight above the bed. The Illinois sky above was crystal clear, nary a cloud in the sky. The yacht’s engine roared quietly beneath you as it departed from the marina.

 “This is too much,” you murmured, turning to Bryan who joined you in the bed.

 “You deserve everything.” Bryan praised, as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “You worked so hard. And as a reward, now I am going to fuck your brains out.” 

“And what if I hadn’t passed? What was plan B?”

 “Plan B was going to be to take you here anyway and fuck your brains out.”

You let out a giggle before moving closer to him. You ran your hand over his toned arm. “You’ll be my sponsor, right? At the swearing in ceremony?” 

Bryan’s hands ran up your leg. He stopped at the top of your thigh and began to rub small circles. “Of course. Now, if I can only convince you to move back to Chicago and leave that firm of yours.” 

“Reciprocity takes five years, Bryan.” You replied, reaching across to tap his temple. Bryan took your hand into his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. 

“You can come to New York, you know. Reciprocity here would be cake for you.” You continued, your voice dropping to a near whisper at the end. 

Bryan froze. “And leave Chicago?” 

You let out an irritated sigh. “I just hate that we’re apart. I want more for us, for this relationship.” 

“You’re a born and bred Chicagoan. Surely you understand. Everything I have worked for is in Chicago.” Bryan replied, letting out his own equally irritated sigh. 

“Let’s just drop it. I don’t want to fight. Please, today’s a good day.” You flopped onto your back, staring at the clear sky above. You felt your eyes brim and you brought your hands to your face. 

“Hey…” Bryan replied softly, removing your hands. “Maybe I can talk Laurie and Firth into opening a New York City office.”   

Your lips twitched into a smile. “Yeah? You’d do that for me?” 

Bryan pulled you close. “Of course. I love you.” 

You wrapped your arms around him and kiss him hard. Bryan took the opportunity to roll you on top of him. Excitement swirls down and pool between your thighs. Bryan wasted no time to grip the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. 

“Someone wants to get laid.” You smirk, crossing your arms, purposely pressing up your sheer, lace covered tits. 

“You have no idea.”

“We should do something about that then… what did you say, you were going to fuck my brains out?” You asked leaning down. Your lips were by his ear as you reached around to unclasp your bra. “Because I am pretty sure this bomb pussy is going to milk out all that cum, out of that big… hard… cock.” You reached down between his legs and stroked his cock, which grew harder against your palm. A groan strained from Bryan’s throat. 

When you sit up again, your eyes settled on Bryan’s. His clear green eyes were now dark and stormy. 

You squealed as he rolled you back onto the bed. Bryan undid the button of your shorts and tugged them off. A smirk graced his face at the sight of the dark wet spot on your underwear. “These have got to go.” Bryan murmured, yanking them off as well. Once off, he balled your ruined panties into his fist and took a deep inhalation of your sweet scent. A rumble emanated from his chest. 

You let out a gasp as Bryan’s mouth settled on your pussy. He licked a tantalizingly slow, broad stroke before settling on your clit. He flicked the tip of his tongue across your clit causing you to arch your back in response. Bryan then used his fingers to spread open your lips, and stroked them, playing with your wetness. You gripped the streets as Bryan buried his face in between your legs, sucking and licking. 

You grinded against him, desperate. “More, please.” You whimpered.

 Bryan removed his mouth and you whined at the loss. “So fucking greedy. Fingers or mouth?” A digit slowly penetrated you and your walls clenched tightly. A moan escaped your lips as Bryan slowly thrusted his finger in and out of you, before moving to insert another finger. His tongue flicked against your swollen pearl before he paused once more. “Answer the question, Y/N.” 

“Both.” You sobbed. “Please don’t stop.” 

“Never.”

Bryan dove back into your folds, devouring you as if you were his last meal. You chant his name and other obscenities loudly. You were certain everyone on the boat could hear you. Part of you didn’t even care. The man in between your legs is a god amongst mortals when it comes to eating pussy and all the praise deserves to be heard. You bucked against his mouth, until you are full on fucking his face and fingers. Your walla began to flutter, signaling you were coming close to release. Bryan crooked his finger, stroking the sensitive spot inside you and the coil in your belly snapped. You came hard, wailing Bryan’s name as your orgasm ripped through you. Bryan rode out your orgasm and as you came down to reality, Bryan continued with gentle licks and kisses; your body jerked in overstimulation.

Bryan pressed kisses along your thighs before moving back up your body. He paused momentarily to pay attention to your breasts, licking along your breastbone before swirling his tongue over a nipple. You cupped your breasts together and Bryan continued to lavish you with his tongue. Bryan moved to your mouth and he kissed you deeply, before pulling back. 

“Can you taste yourself on my tongue?” 

You whimpered, nodding. “What’s that you called it? Bomb pussy?” Bryan murmured against your lips. 

You nodded. “Yes.” 

Bryan chuckled darkly, his lips against your ear. “Now it’s my turn to wreck that bomb pussy with this cock.” 

You closed your eyes briefly – for what even seemed like a half second but when you opened your eyes again, Bryan was fully nude. Pre-cum beaded on the head of his cock, and you resist the urge to lick it off, as you’re desperate to get filled and fucked to your heart’s desire. 

Bryan laid down on the bed and fisted his cock, so it was pointing straight to the ceiling. You climbed over him and take his cock from his hand, guiding him into you. You slowly slide down and sink onto him, until you’re fully connected. Bryan’s eyes roll back momentarily. “Oh fuck Y/N, you feel so good!” 

One hand gripped the slope of your hip tightly as your bodies move together rhythmically. Bryan usedd his free hand to smack your ass. You braced your hands on his chest with your nails pressing into his skin, leaving crescent marks into his skin as you ride his cock.

“That’s it, ride that cock.” Bryan encouraged, smacking your ass again, this time harder. The sting spurred you on and you began to speed your movements. Bryan leans up and pushes you back, breaking the connection for a second, before sliding his cock right back in. Your legs are pushed up, so your knees are by your ears and your arms are over your head. Bryan pins your wrists with one hand as he takes you to pound town. The sounds of grunts and moans along with skin on skin, fill the room and you can feel his balls slap against your pussy. 

Your foreheads are pressed together as he takes you deeply, sliding into you over and over in deep, long strokes. As he feels his own release approach, Bryan turns his face to the flesh of your shoulder, and bites before running his tongue over the bruised skin. 

This surprises you and you come completely undone, again wailing his name. Feeling your walls flutter around his cock, seeing your wrecked face - it was all too much for Bryan and with a strangled cry, he stiffened and emptied his seed into you.

Your bodies are covered in sweat and Bryan kissed you softly before rolling off. He pulls you in close, and you curl into his strong arms. It’s not long before you are both asleep – partly from the orgasmic oxytocin wearing off and partly from the rock of the boat. 

--

Later that evening, you wake up to an empty bedside – but there is a note from Bryan asking you to meet him on the deck for dinner. You shower and change into the dress you wore at The Hamptons when you all those years prior – it was a cream colored short-sleeve wrap dress that had a ruffle hem and an adjustable tie at waist. You left your hair in a loose wet braid and decided to go barefoot.

The night sky over Lake Michigan was dark, with nary a cloud in the sky. Away from the orange glow from the artificial light from increasing development and glare from unshielded streetlights, you found yourself beneath the twinkling stars and other celestial objects. You were surprised to find how many stars you were able see even just miles away from the city and northern suburbs.   

A pair of hands touched your shoulders and you jumped slightly until the familiar waft of Bryan’s cologne filled your nostrils. 

“Have you seen anything so beautiful?” You asked as you turned around. And when you did, you found Bryan on one knee. In his hand was a sparkling ring, which you presumed was at least 2 carats, flanked by smaller diamonds. 

“When I first met you, you literally collided into me. And from then, I couldn’t get you out of my head. At first, I thought we were going to be nothing more than a fling, an itch to get out of my system. I told you I didn’t do the boyfriend thing and you were more than okay with that. And for awhile it was that, but you weaseled your way into my world and black and white became different shade of gray. And then it became blues and reds.” Bryan’s eyes shimmer as he professes his love. After a beat, he continues.

“And I know we have had our issues in the past, and I can’t promise you that we won’t have rough patches again. In my heart, you are the only one for me. I cannot imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?” 

Your hands covered your mouth as tears streamed down your face. A gentle breeze blew through and you nodded before you dropped your hands. “Yes, of course Bryan, yes!” Bryan smiled as he stood and your hand shook as he slipped the ring onto your finger. You wrapped your arms around his neck as two kissed. 

“What about everything I said – about New York? Not being able to come to Chicago right away?” You asked breathlessly, as you broke the kiss. 

Bryan wiped a tear from your cheek. “Oh Y/N, I already had it all taken care of. Laurie and Firth already agreed to it. I’ll be heading the NY office when it opens in the Fall. We signed a deal with a building space in Midtown.” 

You gasped once more before playfully hitting him on the chest. “So you were just fucking around with me below deck?” 

“In more ways than one.” Bryan winked. 

“You’re such an ass.” You replied. “Wait - does that mean you’ll actually tell me what memo 618 is now?” 

Bryan responded by cupping your ass and kissing you once more.

FIN.

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Fall From Grace, Pt. 9

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Fandom: The Good Fight. Reference: S4, E.4, “The Gang is Satirized and Doesn’t Like It.” CW: Angst, language, fluff. AN: Our lovely REE was on The Good Fight for all of 3 minutes so I am taking lots of liberties. I am obsessed with the anti-Barba. He was just delicious.

WC: 2313

Six months.

It had been six months since you moved to the East Coast and enjoyed all that NYC had to offer. However fast paced Chicago seemed to be, New York City moved just a little bit faster.

You had crammed a bagel with an obscene amount of cream cheese in your mouth when a plethora of emails with electronic case filings came through your inbox. You switched gears and began associating the files with the respective cases when one in particular caused you to freeze.

STR Laurie

Bryan Kneef, Esq.

233 South Wacker Drive, Suite 8000

Chicago, IL 60606-6448

Attorneys for Defendants

APPEARANCE OF COUNSEL

LIBERTY LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY,

HOLBROOK SECURITIES LLC (Defendants)

 V.

 Allison Kensington (Plaintiff)

Pearson Specter

Civil Action No. 10-cv-3752

TO THE CLERK OF THE COURT AND ALL PARTIES OF RECORD:  PLEASE TAKE NOTICE that the undersigned is admitted to practice in this court, and hereby enters an appearance as counsel in this case for defendants. Please serve all papers related to this action on the undersigned.

By: Bryan Kneef

STR Laurie

BKneef@STRLaurie.com

Attorneys for Defendants

 You swallowed the half-chewed bagel, grimacing as it scraped your throat as it went down.

“Motherfucker!” You swore loudly, slamming your hand on your desk.

“Am I interrupting?”

You jumped in your seat. You looked up and found yourself face to face with Rachel, who was standing in your doorway.  

You felt your cheeks grow hot in embarrassment. “Oh, uh…”  

“Safe to say you saw the notice of appearance.” Rachel remarked, her brow cocked.  

You nodded. “Yup.” You smacked your lips on the end of the P, emphasizing it.

“I wanted to know if you still wanted in on the case.” Rachel sat in the chair in front of you, her arms crossed.  You had been at the firm maybe two weeks tops before you spilled everything to Rachel about Bryan.  

“Yes, I do.” You replied. “And before you ask me if I'm tough enough to be in there, I want you to know that I am tough enough.”

“That's not what I wanted to ask.” Rachel replied. “I want to know if you think it will rattle him.”  

“Frankly, I think it was purposefully done.” You sighed. “Is there a deposition?”

 “Of course there is. Monday.”

--

The week surprisingly went quickly, and Monday came before you knew it. You looked over your appearance in the mirror. Suddenly your go-to pantsuit and button down didn’t cut it anymore. You hemmed and hawed in front of your closet and settled on a crisp white top and a muted grey pencil skirt. You popped the collar slightly and rolled up your sleeves. 

Your mind flew to the memories of what happened whenever you did wear pencil skirt – somehow it’d end up over your hips or by your ankles with Bryan bringing you to the height of pleasure. You pinned your hair up and kept your makeup minimal, with the exception of a bold lip. 

Your heels clacked against the pavement of the city’s sidewalk as you approached Pearson Specter. And sure enough, Bryan was in front of the building, pacing while on the phone.  

You ducked your head hoping that he wouldn’t notice you. But curiosity got the best of you and you looked over your shoulder as you entered through the revolving door. Your eyes met Bryan’s as he pivoted while on the phone. You quickly turned and hurried into the building.

---

Bryan walked down the hall of the firm after being directed to the conference room.  He was anxious to see you. He knew he was playing with fire being here in New York. When the case fell in his lap, he knew he had to see it through and maybe, just maybe, see you. He missed you immensely. Truth be told, no other woman had ever gotten to him like you did. Through the glass, he noticed you setting up and his pulse quickened. Bryan rapped on the door before swinging the door open.

“Good morning.” You clipped. ‘Shit. Stay strong’ you thought to yourself as you drank him in. You nearly forgot how good he looked in his three piece suit. His gaze was smoldering and you shifted uncomfortably in your stance.

“Y/N.” Bryan greeted, with a small smile. “You look well.” 

“How’s everyone in Chicago?” You replied, ignoring his compliment as you stapled some paper together.  

“Good. You’re remembered fondly.” Bryan replied.

“I mean, can’t say I am surprised.” You retorted, as you finished organizing the conference table. “I’ll be sitting in on the depo, just so you know.”

“You think being in the room is going to keep me from doing my job?” Bryan asked, his brows furrowed.

You pointed at Bryan and then at yourself. “Aren’t I the reason you even signed on counsel?”

“Liberty Life is my client. Of course, I had to show up.” Bryan replied.

“So what – you figured you’d orchestrate this stunt and then –” 

“I didn’t orchestrate shit.” Bryan sighed, irritated. “I am doing my job.”

You cocked your head and leaned over the table slightly. “Is this a joke?” 

Bryan walked around to where you were standing. He was dangerously close to you and your eyes met his. “I miss you. Can’t we just talk?” 

You stood silently, racking your brain as to what to say. “About what? Us? What is there to say? Our relationship…” 

You moved to push back some hair when Bryan noticed the sparkling bracelet on your wrist. “You are wearing it.” 

You looked at the tennis bracelet. “Oh. Yes. It’s beautiful. Thank you. It was very generous of you.” 

Bryan reached for your hand and at the same time, Rachel entered the room. “Am I interrupting?” 

Bryan shirked back his hand. “No. Just catching up. Reminding Y/N that Chicago has better hot dogs. And that we should have never let her go.”

 ---

The deposition was grueling, lasting a few hours. Bryan was relentless in his questioning. As he fired his questions, your mind was transported back to the case you first helped him with and how you got to watch him in court.  Your whatever it was, with Bryan was complicated and was tempestuous. Deep down though, you still had deep feelings for Bryan. You spent your first month in New York crying your eyes out, wondering if you had made a mistake leaving.

You escorted your client out and then returned to gather the rest of your belongings. You paused before entering the conference room again, watching Rachel and Bryan speak. They shook hands and you wondered what that was about.  

Finally you took a breath and entered. “Everything okay?”

Rachel smiled. “I think we’ll be settling. Bryan has made a very generous offer.  

You smiled. “That’s great. I am happy to hear that.” While you were happy for your client, you were disappointed because you knew that Bryan would be leaving town. You groaned inwardly, hating how Bryan caused such a mix bag of feelings within you. 

“Walk me out?” Bryan asked. 

“Sure.” You blurted out, not even giving it so much as a second thought.

The walk to the elevator bank was silent. Finally, Bryan spoke. “Can we go out to dinner?”  

You raised a brow and sucked in a breath. “That … sounds sincere.” You searched Bryan’s eyes and realized he was indeed being genuine. “Okay.”

“Is your number the same?” Bryan asked and you nodded. “I’ll text you the details. I’ll see you tonight.” Bryan replied as the elevator dinged, signaling its arrival.

You bid Bryan adieu and went back to your office. Despite the piles of work on your desk, you found yourself distracted. You couldn’t focus one bit. Your mind kept going back to the events prior. You kept checking your phone to see if Bryan had texted you.

Groaning, you took your phone and threw it into your drawer. You opened a new browser window and were just about to throw yourself completely into your work when your phone buzzed loudly from inside your drawer.

It was Bryan. Reservations made at The River Cafe. 7pm.

You texted back. See you then.

You threw your phone back in the drawer and dropped your head into your hands. “What have I gotten myself into?” You wondered out loud. You knew you were playing with fire and that there was a real possibility of getting burned, but you looked forward to the date.

“It’s two people sharing a dinner. Nothing more. You got this.” You muttered to yourself. Part of you knew it was a lie. Part of you figured if you said it enough times, you’d believe it.

--

You left work an hour early to get ready. The River Café was situated right on the East River, just a hair south of the base of the Brooklyn Bridge. You knew you needed enough time to get back to your apartment in Chelsea and then all the way down to Brooklyn. You decided to wear a cream-colored tulip hem skirt and a black lace deep v-neck blouse. The material of the blouse was quite thin and you decided to forego a bra to avoid lines. You knew your outfit was dangerous with Bryan. Simultaneously, you wanted Bryan to eat his heart out and maybe tempt fate so you could get dicked down.

You left your hair loose, just curling it slightly to make loose waves. You kept your makeup the same, just touching up your liner and lipstick. A spritz of perfume and a change of shoes to heeled strappy sandals and you were well on your way.  

Your stomach lurched as the cab sped downtown to the restaurant. You watched as the city flew by in a blur and subconsciously you played with your tennis bracelet. The cab came to a stop and you found yourself in front of the restaurant. 

Bryan was at the bar and the corner of his lips turned up into a devilish smile as you approached. Bryan wore dark jeans, a white button down and a matching navy suit jacket. The restaurant is gorgeous and the wafts of the various smells of food made your stomach rumble. 

“You look gorgeous.” Bryan complimented as he embraced you into a hug.

“Thank you. You look great yourself.” You replied. You inhaled his cologne and emotions flooded you. ‘Relax.’ You commanded to yourself.

 “I took the liberty of ordering you a glass of Malbec.” Bryan replied.

 “You remembered.” You smiled as the bartender came over with a glass.

 “Of course I did.” Bryan replied. “It’s your favorite.”

“The Catena Zapata Malbec Argentino for the lady, and an Old Fashioned for the gentleman.”

Bryan thanked the bartender, tipping him generously. You barely managed a sip when the hostess came over and seated you both at a table overlooking the East River – providing a clear shot of the Brooklyn Bridge. The view is breathtaking and you find yourself captivated by Bryan once more – all of the inner guards you had in place crumbled.

You both easily catch up over the last few months and dinner goes by quickly. Dessert is brought out and as you lick chocolate mousse off the spoon, you become acutely aware of Bryan’s lustful gaze on you. You give him a bashful look and you put the spoon down. Bryan paid for dinner while you excused yourself to the bathroom to freshen up.

The weather was warm and the breeze was inviting so you decided to walk along the Brooklyn Bridge back towards Manhattan. The tips of Bryan’s fingers grazed yours and the feeling is electric. The second time your fingers grazed his, they interlock and you hold hands the rest of the way until you get to the midpoint of the bridge. 

You take in the view of Manhattan ahead. Bryan stood next to you, also taking in the view. 

His hand traced concentric circles on your back and you involuntarily shivered. Bryan tilted your chin towards him. “I—I had a really nice time tonight.” You reply and you are surprised by how genuinely you mean it.

Bryan’s gaze lowered to your lips and instinctively you parted them. People on the bridge walk by but your oblivious to anyone else around you but Bryan. He pulled you flush against him. Instinctively, your arms wrapped around his neck. Bryan’s lips ghosted yours and then he paused. You both breathed in each other’s air and finally you gave in, colliding your lips against his.  His kisses taste like the mousse you shared and the cocktails he had had during dinner. His tongue swirled against yours. Arousal shot to your core. A hand slipped up the slope of your side and somehow, discreetly, Bryan cupped your breast. His thumb ran over a hardened nipple and you let out a quiet moan. Finally you pull away breathless. Your lipstick was smeared and you could see evidence of it on Bryan’s lips. “Bryan we can’t do this.”

Bryan’s brows knit together and jaw tightened. He pulled away from you and faced the view of Manhattan. “Why? Because we’re on the opposite sides of a case now? I settled.”  

You don’t reply and you could feel your eyes brimming with tears.  

“I still love you. I haven’t stopped loving you. I know I hurt you. And I have apologized.” Bryan replied, his voice clipped.

“I know you have.” You replied. Your voice cracks and you kick yourself inwardly.

“Then what is it?”  

“I’m afraid.” You admitted. “I am scared you’re going to hurt me again.”

“I will do whatever it takes.” Bryan replied. “It won’t be easy since you decided to move to the wrong city.” He adds with a slight sneer.  

You laughed haughtily, rolling your eyes. “I wouldn’t have had to move if you just treated me like a human and not as if I were disposable.”  

“I told you I didn’t do the girlfriend thing. And then things got complicated. And I fucked up. It was all fucked. I…” Bryan paused. “I said I was sorry for fucks sake Y/N.”

You knew he was baring his soul. You turn back to him, and cup his bearded cheek. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Bryan furrowed his brow once more. “What the fuck does that mean? Does that mean you and I...” 

You nodded slowly. “We’ll try again. Because the truth is that I still love you too. And we owe it to at least really try. No more hiding anything to anyone.”

Bryan pulled you into a kiss once more. The kiss was with such intensity, it left your breathless. 

“Now would be the time for you to show me your bedroom.” Bryan growled in your ear.  

You smile. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

TBC.

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Fall From Grace, Pt. 7

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Fandom: The Good Fight. Reference: S4, E.4, “The Gang is Satirized and Doesn’t Like It.” CW: Angst, language, more than slightly implied masturbation (female).

AN: Our lovely REE was on The Good Fight for all of 3 minutes so I am taking lots of liberties. I am obsessed with the anti-Barba. He was just delicious.

AN2:  So his name is Bryan Kneef. Bryan with a Y. I have made corrections on A03 but I haven’t made the corrections here yet. Going through A03 it was 300+ instances of the name. So for now, going forward I will use the correct spelling here. Eventually I will make corrections to the earlier parts.

AN3: Crossover with my other ride-or-die show, Suits. If you like snarky asshole legal procedural shows and expensive suits, this show is for you. It is amazing. Highly recommend. I loved Harvey Specter and Travis Tanner before Rafael Barba. Shhh...

AN4: Special shout-out to @mgarner1227 for being my beta and catching all of my sleep deprived typos. Thank you!! 

WC: 2347ish

--

You chose to take the “L” home and you blasted your music through your headphone as the subway lurched.

You wiped your eyes, smearing your already worn eye make-up. You felt pathetic and hated yourself – you hated how Bryan turned you into a lovesick blubbering mess. And what was worse was that you still wanted him – you wanted everything with him. He could snap his fingers and you would come running. He offered you a taste of a world you wanted to be part of and now that you had a taste, it was all that you wanted. Bryan’s words echoed in your head. ‘You need to move on. I already have.’

You wondered if was worth your salt to even stay – your resume was impeccable. You had no roots or loyalties to Chicago. You opened the browser on your phone and scrolled through Indeed, looking at the current paralegal openings. One in particular caught your eye. You knew an old college friend who worked at the firm. Biting your lip, you decided to go for it and quickly sent an e-mail her. Then you emailed the office to tell them you had a personal emergency and needed to take time off.

--

You fidgeted in your seat out of nervousness. You chewed on a pinkie nail as you scrolled through your phone. Your nerve-endings were on fire. “Y/N!” a voice called out.

You looked up and smiled brightly. “Rachel Zane! I mean Ross.” You corrected yourself. 

Rachel smiled in return. “Zane-Ross. I hyphenated.” The petite brunette lawyer embraced you tightly. “How are you?”

“Alright. Can’t complain. How’s married life treating you?”

“Good. We were in Seattle for a bit and then we came back to New York. We’re too East Coast for the West Coast.” Rachel laughed. “Come on, I will give you a tour and then we can talk about the opening.”

You nodded, grabbing your oversized leather clutch. “Have you been to New York before?” Rachel asked as she led you through the halls of the corporate law firm.

“Uh, The Hamptons actually.” You replied. You felt your stomach knot in response.

“Ugh, The Hamptons are so nice. I need to go back out there.”

You smiled weakly. As you both turned the corner, your saw someone very familiar.

“Uncle Travis?” You cocked your head.

“Y/N?” The tall dark-haired man looked at you in surprise.

Rachel gave you a bugged eye look. “You know Travis Tanner – wait – he’s your uncle?”

You nodded. “Sort of – my dad’s best friend. He’s known me since I was a baby.”

“So if you have a connection to Smith and Devane, then what are you doing looking for a job at Pearson Specter?”

“Wait – you need a job? I can get you in at Smith and Devane.” Travis replied, embracing you in a hug. “What happened at STR Laurie or is it Boseman Lockhart? Did those assholes fire you? Who do I need to call?”

You raised your hand and shook your head. “It’s not like that. I need a fresh start. They don’t know I am looking.”

Travis nodded. “If you change your mind or if these clowns low ball you, let me know.” He looked at his watch. “Listen I gotta go. I am still in the city for one more day. Call me and we’ll do dinner. My treat.”

You nodded and waved goodbye, before turning back to Rachel. “Tour?”

Rachel nodded her head towards the hall. “Travis Tanner is our foe. Maybe we shouldn’t hire the enemy.”

“Foe?” You crinkled your nose in response. “I don’t know if I want to work at a law firm that has foes.”

Rachel laughed. “Come on – lets go.”

Two hours later, you walked out of the office building with a new job and a salary that blew your current out of the water.

‘New job, new life. He’s moved on. Now, I can too.’ You thought to yourself as you stepped off the curb to hail a cab.

“Y/N! Y/N!” You turned around and found Rachel running up to you.

“Hey! What’s up? Don’t tell me the offer was reneged.” You sighed.

“No – no, here’s my cell. Let’s catch up and celebrate when I am off work.” Rachel smiled brightly.

You smiled in return, as you took Rachel’s card. “Sounds perfect. I could blow off some steam.”

--

You stumbled into your hotel room. You had one too many drinks and the night got away from you. Stripping down to your underwear, you then collapsed onto your bed. You looked through your phone and came across Bryan’s name. You hadn’t had the heart to delete his name off your phone. Your finger hovered over the call button. You wanted to call him – to tell him off – to call him a coward.

You wanted to hear his voice.

What frustrated you most was that despite being deeply hurt, you wanted him back. You wanted one more night with him, one more touch. You hated that about him. You hated how weak he made you. He was reckless with your heart – you were a smart gal – you knew better. You also knew he could show up, snap his fingers, and you would come running back. With Bryan, your head was lost in the clouds.

Instead of calling, you decide to release your frustration. You jumped out of bed and rummaged through your suitcase for your battery operated boyfriend. You cheered to yourself as you found your purple vibrator and made your way back to the bed. You shimmied off your panties and pulled up the STR website. You settled on Bryan��s headshot, where he appeared stoic (and smoldering). You pretended it was Bryan touching you as you slipped the vibrator in between your legs. You stared at the picture of Bryan and focused on his lips, knowing how they felt on your own lips, on your skin, and on your most important parts.

You came quickly with Bryan’s name coming off your lips. As you regained your composure, you felt tears brim your eyes. With a groan, you slipped your underwear back on and decided to just go to bed.

“Fucking prick.” You mumbled, covering your face with a pillow.

---

Diane stormed into Bryan’s office, blowing right past the STR gatekeepers, who quickly followed her. “What did you do?” The blonde attorney demanded, her hands on her hips.

Bryan sighed, as he looked up from his computer. “Do what?” The gatekeepers popped in and Bryan gave them an annoyed look before waving them off.

“Care to explain as to why I received this resignation notice from Y/N?”

Bryan shut his laptop. “Wait – what? Y/N quit?”

“With no notice. She emailed me this.” Diane snapped, thrusting the resignation letter in Bryan’s face. Bryan scanned the letter.

Dear Ms. Lockhart: Please accept this letter as formal notice of my resignation from the position of Senior Supervising Paralegal with STR Laurie/ Boseman Lockhart effective immediately. I will arrange for my personal affects to be collected. Thank you for the opportunities I have been given during my time with the firm. I wish you and the firm well in the future.

Bryan’s heart sunk, but he didn’t let on that it affected him. “Why should I care? She’s not my girlfriend. She’s not…”

“I told you to break it off – not to ruin our lawsuit. She’s the best paralegal we have – had.”

“Her seat will be filled by close of business.” Bryan shrugged.

“That’s a cop out and you know it.”

Bryan scowled. “We have plenty of other paralegals. We’ll be fine.”

Diane’s eyes narrowed to slits before storming out.

The door slammed shut and Bryan swore. He looked over your resignation letter once more and crumpled the paper. “I can’t believe how badly I screwed it up.” Bryan muttered.

To Bryan, romance was bullshit. He had plenty of flings with women. He enjoyed fucking. He enjoyed the women leaving after – especially without drama. It was the perfect arrangement. But somehow, none could compare to you – not even close. He had to admit that he wanted your more than anything than he had ever wanted and that scared the shit out of him. Falling for you was the last thing he had ever wanted to do. At first, it was just raw sexual attraction. But then, after all of these passing months, he knew deep down you and him … it was kismet; you and him just worked.

He thought over that last time you were in his apartment, but before the fight. You had fallen asleep while reading a book. Carefully, he removed it and as he did so, your bookmark fell out. He picked it up and went to mark the page when what he read made him freeze.

Meet me on the edge of forever

Where your darkness melds with mine

And the missing part of our souls

Will find each other once again

[Mevlana Rumi]

Bryan was struck by words of the Persian poem. It spoke to him on some transcendent level. And then the next morning when you and him were intimate once more – it quickly dawned on him it that it was never like that before. It wasn’t just casual fucking. Not anymore.

Bryan could not deny it anymore. He wanted you – all of you – and he needed for you to know he was yours as well. And he did not care what it would take to get you back.

And with that, he made his way downstairs to where the associates worked.

--

Marissa looked up from her computer screen and cocked her head at her colleague, Caleb Garlin who was furiously typing away. She took a small pad and tossed it in his face in a futile attempt to get his attention.

Caleb ignored her, continuing to type. Another small pad was tossed in his face. Caleb winced. “Yes, ma’am?” Caleb asked the curly-haired investigator.

“You haven’t shaved.” Marissa noted.

“I was here all night. I got a special dispensation.” Caleb gritted.

“I’m bored. Entertain me.” Marissa replied. She looked down at her blouse and picked off a piece of imaginary lint.

“Want me to sing to you?” Caleb asked dryly, not bothering to look up at Marissa.

“No. Tell me a joke.”

“A man walks into a zoo. There is only a dog. It’s a shih-tzu.”

Marissa stared at Caleb blankly.

“Do you want me to exp-?”

“No.” Marissa dropped her head in her hands. “I am so bored!” She groaned. “Can you believe Y/N is leaving?”

“Not at all. I told Diane that Bryan was a prick. I hated being his associate. What Y/N saw in him is beyond me…”

“I think she was going for what was underneath…”

“I don’t want to think about his –"

“Caleb!” Bryan barked as he bounded down to the lower level of the firm. Marissa and Caleb both jumped in their seats.

Bryan’s eyes narrowed on Marissa. “You – you’re Y/N’s friend.”

“I have a name – it’s Marissa.” Bryan rolled his eyes at Marissa. “Yes, I am her friend. And you’re Bryan Kneef. Bryan with a Y.”

There was a pregnant pause and Bryan stared at Marissa. “That’s right.”

Marissa looked at Caleb. “The Y makes it so douchey honestly.” She replied, which resulted in a guffaw from Caleb.

“Excuse me?” Bryan sputtered. “I’m the top—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know who you are.” Marissa replied, turning fully to Bryan. She crossed her arms. “What do you want?”

“Y/N quit – you need to get her back.”

“Me?”

“I.” Brian corrected, through gritted teeth. “I need to get her back. Can you help me?”

“I don’t know – she’s pretty upset. She’s leaving to Pearson Specter.”

“In New York?”

“Last time I checked, that’s where they were situated at.” Marissa replied. Caleb chuckled low, earning him a glare from Bryan.

“When does she leave to New York?” Caleb asked.

“Soon. She told me she’s starting in two weeks.” Marissa replied. She looked back up at Bryan and stared at him, trying to get a read on him. “Do you love her?”

“I … I … care deeply.” Bryan replied, crossing his arms. “Are you going to help me or not?”

Marissa looked at Caleb. “All this fussing to say that you care? That to me sounds like love. Doesn’t it?”

Bryan didn’t answer.

--

You were exhausted from your flight from New York. The flight was terrible – caught in a storm the whole time. The turbulence made you nauseated and brought on a raging migraine. Your cab pulled up to your apartment and you slipped the driver a few bills, insisting he keep the change. The driver helped you with your suitcase and you bid adieu, before wearily making it up the stairs to your apartment.

The sight of flowers in front of your door made you stop. You sighed and picked up the small card.

Little birdie told me you’re not really allergic. – BK

Your cellphone buzzed in that moment, causing you to jump. It was a text from Marissa.

Marissa: Don’t hate me. Bryan knows you’re leaving to New York.

You swore loudly to no one in particular before lugging your suitcase in. You rested it along the doorway and then went back to pick up the flowers. Buckeye belle peonies – dark red and lush against vibrant greenery in an ornate vase. You easily counted over a dozen of the dark red flowers as you set the vase on your counter space. You touched a petal gently, thinking of the myth of how peonies came to be, when Apollo flirted with the nymph, Paeonia.

You paced the length of the apartment, twirling the card in between your fingers. You made your way into the kitchen and reached into your freezer, pulling out the ice cold vodka that resided in there. You placed the card down and opened the bottle, taking a long swig. You shuddered, near gagging as the liquid burned down your throat. You threw the bottle back into the freezer.

Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your phone and quickly texted Bryan.

Why don’t you be a man about it and get out of my life? Let me get over you the way you've gotten over me. And nothing you will say or do will stop me from leaving. I picked NYC because the man who doesn’t love me isn’t there.

You paused, unable to continue. You took a deep breath and highlighted the text. You debated deleting it all.

You were worn and exhausted. Your last nerve was hanging by a thread.

You hit send.

TBC.

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Fall From Grace

Brian Kneef x Reader. Fandom: The Good Fight. Reference: S4, E.4, “The Gang is Satirized and Doesn't Like It.” CW: language, pining, Brian being a snarky asshole. Smut to follow in the next part. AN: Our lovely REE was on The Good Fight for all of 3 minutes so I am taking lots of liberties. I am obsessed with the anti-Barba. He was just delicious. 

WC: 2.7K

***

The first time you encountered Brian Kneef, you basically had collided into him as he came off the elevator and you were rushing in.

You were running late for work at Reddick, Boseman & Lockhart – or STR Laurie – or whatever it was called these days. You had a hard time keeping up despite having worked there forever. 

You were looking in your bag for your ID and held your latte in the other. You were, admittedly, not paying attention to what you were doing or really going. You crashed into what you thought was a wall, but instead was a thick, solid chest. Your latte, went everywhere – mostly onto the man and his sharp, navy suit.

Flushed with embarrassment, you peered up into the most beautiful green eyes. You began to open your mouth to apologize but found yourself at a loss for words. It didn’t matter – you were met with a sneer of disgust. “Ugh, watch where you’re fucking going! Jesus fucking Christ, my suit!”

The man pushed past you and stormed out, leaving you behind with your mouth agape. You shook your head in disappointment looking at your ruined coffee on the floor. Security waved you off at the front desk, and you could hear housekeeping being called. With a defeated sigh, you continued onto the elevator and up to the floor. But something about those eyes unnerved you. 

--

The second time you encountered Brian Kneef, you were in the corner of the office being used for a deposition. You were certain Brian did not remember you. You and the rest of the staff listened in shock as he continued to press on about some mysterious memo 618 which he referred to Diane Lockhart, as “her ass.” You couldn’t even focus on what was happening – you were transfixed in the power and ferocity of Brian’s anger.

Brian’s jaw was clenched as he seethed. “I have requested your ass. Do you want me to spell it out for you? I would like to call your ass.”

“What is memo 618?” Diane sharply questioned, ignoring what Brian said.

“Let it go on the record that I have asked plaintiff’s lawyer to call her own ass.”

“Look – can we just get down to it? What is memo 618?”

Brian ignored the other associate who piped up. “Have I not made it clear? Memo 618 is your ass. When you’re dead, and you’re on the autopsy table, and they’re taking photos of your body… when they come to your ass… that’s memo 618.” Brian suddenly stood, the chair screeched slightly as it scraped the floor. He leaned over the table, his face stoic yet at the same time, practically menacing. “Next time you come for me, remember, we have your ass.”

Brian stormed out of the office leaving everyone stunned in the wake of the aftermath.

You let out the breath you did not realize you were holding. You stood finally after the office emptied and you rushed back to your office. The rest of the day was a waste – all you could think of was Brian commenting about memo 618. You kept replaying his words like a broken record…

“Your ass.”

--

The third time you encountered Brian Kneef, you were furiously typing away in your office, trying to complete a motion in limine.

“Where’s YFN YLN?” you heard Brian ask. Your door was open and you could see him stalking through the office’s open floor plan, with some poor associate to his side trying to keep up. You saw someone gesture towards your office.

“Woah, woah, woah, why does she have an office? How does the paralegal have an office and I have a cubicle?”

“Because she’s a fifth year paralegal and you’re a first year associate. She’s worth more than you are.” You could hear him sneer in the distance. Suddenly Brian was in front of you along with the pitiful associate.

You gingerly removed your headset and looked up. “May I help you?”

“There’s a hearing on my subpoena. You have to help do research.”

You cocked your head at the litigator. “I… I am in the middle of drafting a motion in limine.”

“Not my problem. Find a way to handle that and my research.”

You sighed. “Noted.”

The associate gave you a sympathetic smile before placing a red weld on your desk before scurrying after Brian.

You quickly looked at the file.

“You're asking to look at the files without any evidence of your assertion.” You shouted. Brian paused in his step before turning back to you.

“Yeah, but the only way we can find the evidence is to look at the files.”

You raised your brow and scoffed. “A rickety argument at best.”

“But it's their precedent.

You slowly nodded. “Let me see what I can find; I will need to look in privacy and harassment.”

--

The morning of the hearing, you found yourself running through the Skokie Courthouse. You regretted wearing heels that day instead of your flats. The heels of your shoes clacked loudly against the marble floor, the sound echoing throughout. As you ran, you spotted Brian, who was standing outside of the courtroom doors.

“Mr. Kneef! Mr. Kneef!” You skidded to a stop in front of him. Panting you bent over to catch your breath. You stood and met Brian eye to eye. The look on his face was indescribable – part amusement and part annoyance. “I found this. This can help.” You shoved the law text in front of him.

Brian snatched it from you and he ran through the text. “This I can use. This is good.” He murmured.

You smiled in relief. You were about to turn away when an arm stopped you. “Come watch.” Brian suggested, his head nodding towards the courtroom.

“Really?” you squeaked.

“Come on. We’re going to have some fun.”

You took a seat and then watched mesmerized as Brian annihilated opposing counsel.

Brian was absolutely cutthroat and ruthless, handing it to opposing counsel. The way he commanded the courtroom, his voice boomed throughout. You were completely transfixed. He was ornery; it was downright delicious and sinful. You would have to been blind in order to not see his attractiveness. As he sat perched on the edge of the table, you wondered about what was underneath the suit. You tried to commit the bearded man to memory.

The judge found in his favor, ordering opposing counsel to surrender files. Brian looked back at you and gave you a victorious smile and you felt your panties dampen in response.

“That was great!” you quickly spat out, feeling your face flush as Brian approached you.

“It was your argument. I just framed it in a more realistic appearance. I brightened all of our mornings.” Brian winked, causing you to laugh.

Brian looked at his watch and then at you. “Want to get breakfast?”

Your stomach rumbled at the idea. You hadn’t had any breakfast – barely any coffee actually. You had spent the entire last few days doing research for Brian.

“But I have to get back to the office…my motion…” you began to protest.

“I’ll get one of the associates to finish it.”

--

By the time you were back at the office, it was near noon. Normally you would have felt awful and guilty for coming back so late, but you figured could talk to Mr. Laurie or Mr. Firth and it would be excused. You were basically floating on the walk back to your desk, when you bumped into Marissa Gold, Diane’s assistant.

“Heard Brian won his case.”

“He did.” You replied confidently as you sipped on the extra latte you had taken to go.

“Well the files are here.” Marissa replied, taking the coffee from you. She took a long drag of the hot liquid. “Mmmm – that is good. What is that?”

“Smoked butterscotch.” You replied taking your coffee back. “I am impressed the files are already here.”

Marissa gave you a pained expression and nodded towards your office. Your office was packed to the brim with boxes and boxes of files – so much so, there were boxes stacked even outside of your office.

Your jaw dropped as you came to a stop. “What in the actual fuck?”

Marissa put her hands on her hips. “It seems that they’re trying to bury you in paperwork.”

Your phone buzzed and you reached for it. You saw you had an email from Brian.

Heard the files came in. I am in a generous mood. Get it done in a week.

“Oh my fucking God.” You muttered repeatedly. “I am never going to get this done.”

“I’ll help you.” Marissa replied. “I’ll get a couple of the junior paralegals to help.”

--

Day turned into night. You were still knee deep in boxes despite having help. Everyone slowly faded – some had to get home to their families – others wanted to go out (it was Friday night after all). Arcade Fire’s ‘Reflektor’ was playing on loop and you picked at cold dumplings while trying to make sense of it all.

Your hair, which had been loose, was pinned up into a low chignon, with a pen stuck through it, trying to keep it in place.

Your watch beeped and you looked at the notification telling you to stand. You had been sitting for unreasonable length of time, so you decided to stretch. You felt all of the muscles in your body stretch in your pandiculation. Your eyes were shut and you let out a huge yawn.

The sound of throat clearing cause you to be startled. Your eyes flew open to see Brian there in the doorway.

“I heard you were still here.” Brian replied. His hands were shoved into his pockets and he leaned against the door frame. He noted that you look worn and fatigued.

“That I am.” You waved your arm towards all of the boxes. “These need to get looked through and you need it in a week’s time.”

“Have you eaten?”

You cocked your head and pointed at your cold dinner. “Just that.”

“You’re working late, dinner can be on the Firm’s dime and you’re eating that?”

“Sure, let the paralegal charge a steak dinner. That won’t come to bite me in the ass.”

“How far did you get?” Brian asked, stepping further into your office. He removed his jacket and folded it neatly over the chair across from your desk. You watched him intently as he made quick work of his tie and nimbly undid his cuffs in order to roll up his sleeves. The room seemed to grow warmer.

“Not far enough.” You murmured.

Brian studied you intently. “How come you didn’t go to law school?”

“Those who can, do; those who cannot, teach.” You replied. “I bombed my LSATs. I decided I’d get some first-hand experience and then… well, lets just say the work keeps me busy enough and the salary is pretty good for a paralegal.”

Brian scratched his beard. “You’d make one hell of a lawyer. You already know more than the imbecile associates we have.”

You nodded and gave him a half-shrug. “Thanks.”

Brian stood suddenly. “I’ll be right back.”

You furrowed your brow. “Okay.”

An hour went by and Brian still wasn’t back. You weren’t surprised – you really didn’t expect him to return. You had untucked your blouse and knotted it in front and kicked off your shoes. Looking at the clock it was almost midnight.

You decided to call down for a car-service home, figuring you’d try to sleep and come back early in the morning to start over with fresh eyes when Brian returned. In his hands was a bottle of whiskey and two lowball glasses.

“I called in for dinner from Bavette’s. I hope your hungry.” Brian replied as he poured the two drinks. Your fingertips brushed his as he handed you a glass and you felt a jolt of something.  You took a deep inhalation of the peaty aroma.

Glasses clinked and you took a large sip and let the whiskey coat your mouth. The whiskey was rich with multiple layers and a complex presence. “Mmmm…” you hummed contentedly.

Brian watched you intently. He wasn’t sure what had gotten to him – he never mixed business with pleasure. ‘You don’t eat where you shit’ was his life motto. But he felt like a moth drawn to a flame with you. You were incredibly gorgeous and smart. He had to admit that the attraction began when you ruined his suit. Any other time, he would have not even paid attention to whomever it was but when you looked up at him with those big, sorrowful eyes, your cheeks red with embarrassment – something was unnerved – and it sent a jolt right to his core. He could not get you out of his mind and after a lunch meeting, he had to go relieve himself in a bathroom stall, imagining it was you helping him out of his ruined clothing and then slowly sinking to your knees blowing him instead of his hand doing all the work.    

In this moment, Brian could almost visualize every trace of you. The roundness of your hip, covered by your pencil skirt to the dip of your waist, where your blouse was haphazardly half-tucked and knotted. Your blouse was painfully sheer, and he could make out the shape of your bra. The day that you ran to court – when you were bent over, trying to catch your breath, he could see right down your blouse. He wondered if you were as full and soft as he imagined. He imagined how they would spill onto his hands and how hard your nipples would get under his fingertips. Your hair that day had also fallen forward, and he wondered what it would be like to gather it all with his fist as he plowed into you from behind.

“Fuck.” Brian muttered. You raised a brow and he quickly shook his head, and waved you off. “Nothing.”

“Speaking of nothing…” you began, turning to hop onto your desk. “What is memo 618?”

Brian’s eyes narrowed and darkened. “Nothing. Don’t ask things you shouldn’t be asking about.”

You leaned back, bracing yourself. Your palms laid flat against the desk. “Oh. I thought…”

“You thought nothing.” Brian replied sharply. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Why? Because I am a paralegal?”

“No – because some things are bigger than…” Brian poured himself another drink and just as quickly as he poured it, he downed it. “Bigger than anyone can comprehend.” He continued. “And you’re too… you cannot get caught up in it.” Again he poured another drink.

“Try me.” You replied, continuing to sip your drink. Without even realizing it, you parted your legs and Brian walked up to you. His body was nestled in between you and suddenly, you felt like Little Red Riding Hood captured by the Big Bad Wolf. Brian leaned down – his face was mere millimetres from yours. He reached over and gripped your chin, tilting your face up towards him. Your chest began to tighten, and your stomach flipped. Your heart began to race and instinctively, you licked your lips.

“It’s fucked and you’ll be fucked up for it.” Brian replied, his voice low and coaxing. His eyes searched yours. He could see the heat in your eyes.

“Then I’ll be fucked.” You replied. A smirk graced your face as you jerked your chin out of his grasp. That defiant move alone caused Brian’s cock to thicken against his zipper. His blood was hot; all he wanted to do was to wipe away all evidence of that self-assured smile.

His lips crashed against yours. You let out a moan as he kissed you hard. Your lips were mashed against his and you willingly opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to swirl against yours.

One arm wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You wrapped your hands into Brian’s hair as you returned the kiss. Another hand made its way to your breast and you cupped his hand, encouraging him to touch you.

You gasped as Brian’s lips trailed to a sensitive spot along your neck. “Memo 618…”

Brian jerked up straight. His eyes were dark and dangerous. You grinned like a cat who caught the canary.

“Memo 618 is my ass. And it’s yours for the taking.”

TBC.

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Fall From Grace, Pt. 6

Brian Kneef x Reader. Fandom: The Good Fight. Reference: S4, E.4, “The Gang is Satirized and Doesn’t Like It.” CW: Smut, angst, language. I was in a mood. 

AN: Our lovely REE was on The Good Fight for all of 3 minutes so I am taking lots of liberties. I am obsessed with the anti-Barba. He was just delicious. 

AN2:  Brian remains my favorite a snarky lawyer asshole. Shh, don’t tell Barba.

WC: 3106

***

The sounds of the city coming to life filled the bedroom. Sunshine poked through the curtains of the half-open window. You rolled over and came face to Brian’s sleeping form. Brian let out a soft snore and you giggled quietly. He rolled in his sleep and you were face to his well defined, muscled back. Two large colorful koi fish encircling each other graced his back. You reached out and softly traced the tattooed scales. Brian began to stir, and he shifted again, now back on his back. You crept out of the bed and made your way to the bathroom, shutting the door with a quiet click. Relieving yourself of your ablution, you washed your hands and made way back to the bedroom.

You jumped slightly seeing Brian awake. His arms were folded against his head and the white sheet that had covered him was now resting just at mid-thigh, exposing his morning wood. You felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through you. “Good morning.” “Good morning.” Brian replied, his voice warm and inviting. “Coming back to bed, I hope?” You nodded and reached over to whip off the light pink cotton tank you had been sleeping in. You climbed over Brian and dipped your head to capture his lips with yours. Brian’s large hands made their way down the slope of your back to your ass where he grabbed and squeezed. You broke the kiss to catch your breath and leaned up so your tits were in his face. Brian took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the pebbled flesh. You moaned his name softly as he turned his ministrations to your other breast. You reached behind and stroked his cock, which felt heavy in your hands. Brian kissed you once more, his hands wrapping into your hair, bringing you close to him. You pulled away slightly and slowly shimmied down his body, marking a trail of kisses down his chest. Having been with Brian enough, you knew he enjoyed it when you grazed your teeth against his own nipples. Your eyes flitted up to his and you sucked a mark right below his pecs. “Marking your territory?” Brian groaned. You ignored his comment and ignored that flopping sensation in your gut. Instead you continued to kiss down hist stomach before settling in between his legs.

“You are so fucking cocky.”

“I call it confidence… and I’ve got your cocky right there.” Brian winked.

You rolled your eyes and then blew your breath over his weeping cock before flattening your tongue along his impressive length. Brian hissed as you continued to tease him, running your tongue up and over. His chest rose and fell, as he tried to get in deep breaths. You sucked just the head - the salt of his pre-cum filled your mouth - before releasing him. He took his cock in his hand and tapped it against your cheek. You winked and moved lower to take one of his balls into your mouth, lightly sucking. You released one to spit onto your hand before reaching up to stroke his cock. “Oh fuck, Y/N! You’re such a good cock sucker.” Brian grunted. You keened at the praise. The wetness in between your legs grew and you could feel how damp your panties were becoming. You released his testicles to suck on his cock, taking him deeply. Your nose brushed against his pubic hair which was neatly trimmed. “That’s right, take that cock all the way. Such a good girl.” Brian grunted some more. Your eyes watered as you gagged on his cock, swallowing more until he reached the back of your throat. From there, he began to fuck your face with gusto. You sputtered and gagged some more, saliva drooling out of your mouth and along his cock. His hands were firmly planted in your hair as his hips hammered into your mouth. After a few minutes, you tapped his thigh lightly, a silent request for Brian to ease up which he did. You gasped for air, coming up and sat back on your haunches. A tear rolled down your cheek. Wiping your eyes, you smiled and took him once more in your mouth. Brian groaned loudly. He could never get over how much you enjoyed sucking his dick. “Can’t get enough, hmm?” Brian asked huskily. Truth be told, he could not get enough of you. He wanted you in every way – and that shook him to his core. Anytime he swung by your office, or you his, or he saw you walking about at the firm, his heart skipped a beat. You came off - a string of saliva connected you to him. You used the back of your hand to wipe it off and then spat in your hand again. You stroked his length with one hand and used your free hand to touch yourself. You were soaking, arousal dripping down your thighs. To your surprise, Brian responded by pulling you onto him. He kissed you softly, slowly. The kiss was intimate and sensual and it surprised you, causing your stomach to knot and your breath to hitch. You both paused, your lips were barely touching and you breathed in each other’s air. Your skin prickled and you felt your heart swell. It was almost as if time stopped. You knew you were in deep. And your gut told you Brian did too. Finally, you gave into the kiss again, claiming his mouth, hungry and intense. Brian returned the kiss with equal fervor. A rumble emanated from him, deep and guttural. Brian rolled you so you were back to his chest. He pressed kisses along the nape of your neck and slope of your shoulder, before hooking your leg over his. His fingers deftly pushed your panties to the side. His fingers teased and stroked your sopping wet cunt. Your eyes fluttered close in anticipation. Brian removed his fingers and rubbed his cock along your slit. You bit your lip as he pushed the head of cock in slowly. You moaned and Brian pushed in more slowly, until he was fully sheathed. He pulled out, until the only the head of his cock remained and then slowly pushed back in. You relished in how you both fit so perfectly together. Brian began to slowly thrust in and out of you, testing out a rhythm. Your head lolled back, resting on his shoulder. Moans from both of you and sounds of skin smacking skin filled the room as Brian increased the tempo. “Oh God Brian, yes, give it to me!” Brian pistoned into you harder, he pulled your leg up higher so he could penetrate you deeper, hitting your sweet spot. Your bodies were covered in a thin sheet of sweat. You started to clench around his cock. Brian took the cue to reach down and around your body to roughly rub your clit. Finding your release, you arched against him and came hard, screaming Brian’s name. “That’s my girl. Cum for me.” Brian grunted as he quickly followed. Brian stilled and cursed as he gripped your hips, shooting streams of his hot cum inside you. He came so hard, that it leaked out of you and dripped down his cock. Your panties were ruined. Your bodies came to a still and he pulled your leg down. Brian withdrew and you flipped over to face him once more. You were just about to press a kiss when his clock caught your eye and you jumped. “Shit! I didn’t realize it was so late!” you all but yelled as you gathered your remaining belongings into a makeshift ball. “I need to get home and get ready for work.” Brian looked at the clock and swore loudly. “I have a meeting with Diane Lockhart in an hour.” Brian shifted once more. “I’ll have Gianni pull the car around and get you home.” He reached for his phone and sent a quick text message.

You quickly dressed and took the hair tie from your purse and made a makeshift bun. Brian slipped on some boxers and went to the bathroom to turn on the shower. You hopped along the hallway, trying to get your shoes on. Brian reached for the door and opened it. “Dinner at Bavette’s tonight?” you asked as you turned as to give him a kiss goodbye. The look on Brian’s face made you freeze. You turned around and came face to face with Diane Lockhart and Lucca Quinn – and while they weren’t Brian’s bosses – they were your superiors.

“Diane… Lucca…”

 “Ms. Y/L/N.” Diane replied curtly. Lucca raised a brow at you. You felt your cheeks burn.

“Diane. Lucca. Good morning.” Brian gritted.

You turned back to Brian, no words coming from your mouth. You were utterly horrified by the turn of events and you pushed past the three, and made way for the stairs, not even bothering to wait for the elevator.

 --

An hour later you were walking into the office. An iced latte graced your hand and sunglasses donned your face. The office was busy, everyone was chattering. You wondered if news had already spread about your torrid affair with Brian Kneef.

You had sunk into your cushioned chair when Marissa popped in your doorway. “Hey, are you ok?”  

You shook your head. “No. I don’t want to talk about it.”  

Marissa arched her brow. “Want to hear something crazy?”

You removed your glasses. “Always.” You needed the distraction.

“Diane and Brian got into some kind of heated argument this morning. Apparently he’s screwing someone in the office. Diane was like ‘She’s a young woman – you’re taking advantage, blah blah. My money is on Gemma the new intern. She was flirting with him from day one.”

“It’s not Gemma.” You muttered.  

“If it’s not Gemma, then who is it?”  

You stood and walked to the door. You poked your head out and then shut the door. You leaned against the door and let out a large sigh. “It’s me.” 

“You! Since when?” Marissa exclaimed.

“Shhh!” You hissed. “Since the Statler case. But it’s just sex – nothing more.”

Marissa furrowed her brow. “Are you sure about that?” She watched you carefully.

You nodded. “Absolutely. We’re adults. He scratches my itch. I scratch his. People can just have sex and it not mean anything.” You replied.

‘Liar!’ your conscience screamed at you. 

“I don’t know. Maybe.” Marissa crinkled her nose. “You need to be careful.”

 --

Your afternoon was spent in a large meeting. Diane was pacing the floor, rattling off directives and you were taking notes. You found yourself unable to meet her eyes. You could almost feel Lucca’s eyes boring into you. The door swung open and you looked up – it was Brian. He paused mid-stride as your eyes met. Turning to Diane, he nodded and made his way up to the front of the board room.

The upcoming litigation the Firm was handling was going to be an intense one. It was all hands on deck. Diane and Brian literally split into teams of two, picking who they needed. You had hoped Brian would pick you, after all, why wouldn’t he – but he didn’t. You were chosen last – and really it was just down to you left. Everyone was given their marching orders and the boardroom emptied out slowly. It was just you, Brian, and Diane. You finished your notes and opened your mouth to say something but found yourself at a loss for words.  

“Come Y/N, we have a lot to do. I am going to need your undivided attention.” Diane barked. You nodded and followed her out. You looked at Brian wistfully as you left.  

Brian’s face was stoic and unresponsive.

--- 

Dinner that night was planned for 6pm sharp at Bavette’s. Brian didn’t show. You felt a pit in your stomach emerge.

“Miss? Can I get you anything? An appetizer while you wait?” the waiter asked as you polished off your third glass of wine.  

“No.” You replied, swallowing the last of your wine. You could hear the shake in your voice. “Just the check please, thanks.”  

--

The case ate at all of your time – including any free time you had. Your billables exploded and you found yourself working at all hours. You had attempted to reach out to Brian, but he didn’t respond to any of your texts. Weeks went by.  You tried going up one early afternoon to his office when you saw him walk by, but the STR gatekeepers made you turn back. “Mr. Kneef is very busy and he shan’t be interrupted!”  

You paced your office one evening - you had tried to finish up a motion but you could not focus. Brian had gotten to you – or rather, his lack of response had. “Fucking feelings.” With a groan, you gathered your belongings and decided to call it a night.  

You approached the elevator bank just as the doors were about to close. “Wait, hold it!” you shouted and foolishly, stuck your hand in between the doors to keep it from closing. It worked and the doors opened again.  

And you came face to face with Brian.  

“Ms. Y/L/N.” He acknowledged you quietly.  

“Oh, it’s Ms. Y/L/N, now? That’s not what you were saying when I was in your bed.” You snapped.  

“Now is not the time or the place.” Brian replied, his eyes firmly planted on the floor numbers marking the descent.  

“When will it be then? Hmmm – since you don’t answer my calls?”

Brian turned to you. He set down his briefcase and crossed his arms. Taking a deep breath, he began.  

“Whatever this is… it was what it was. Nothing more.”  

“Is this about Diane and Lucca? Who gives a shit? I thought-”  

“You thought nothing.” Brian interruped. “Want me to spell it out for you? I don’t do stage 5 clingers – I don’t do the boyfriend thing. I told you that from the beginning. We had our fun and we got caught. It’s not fun anymore. Now you need to move on. I already have.”  

The elevator dinged, signaling it’s arrival. Brian raised his brows and walked out. You trailed behind him, the distance between you two growing larger and larger.  

Brian’s car came around and it whisked him away. But not before he saw your resolve break down in front of the office building.

--

Yet another meeting was occurring. ‘Another meeting that could have been an email.’ You thought to yourself. You stifled a yawn – pulling all nighters was starting to catch up to you. You wanted to murder whoever decided a meeting at the end of the day was a good idea.  

You leafed through a brown box of random files. All of it looked like miscellaneous junk but then something caught your eye and you perked up. You scanned the room – Brian was across the way, talking to an associate.  

“Uh – Diane?”  

Lucca looked over at you. “What did you find?” Lucca asked, walking over. She snatched the paper from you.  

“Holy shit – this is an internal memo showing that our client knew about engineering defects.”  

“We’re on the wrong side of this.” You sighed. Diane came over and put on her glasses.  

“Is this what I think this is? Brian!”

Brian came over. Diane shoved the memo at him. “I never saw this thing in my life.” Brian snapped. 

You arched your brow. “Sure looks like you did. That is your signature on the receiving end. And statute of limitations doesn't apply to fraudulent concealment.”  

“I didn't conceal jack shit.”  

“Then who signed it? Hmmm?” You shot back, rolling your eyes. “This looks so fucking bad.”  

“I don’t care how it looks!” Brian snarled. “It’s bullshit.”  

“Then tell me what’s exactly bullshit here because I'm looking at a document that undermines our entire defense. An anonymous memo with names and dates blacked out. It's damning, and it implicates you – this firm - in a cover-up.”

Brian stared at you, his eyes furious. “I don't know what crawled up your ass today, but I take care of my business!”  

You were taken aback. “Don’t bite my ass since I happened to find it. It’s not my fucking fault.”  

“Enough you two.” Diane snapped. “What are we going to do about it?”

 --

The next morning you returned to the office bright and early. Marissa slid into the empty space on the elevator next to you. “I have it on good authority that there are roses on your desk. And a card.” She reached into her top and whipped out a small white card that had your name scribbled on it. You recognized Brian’s handwriting.

You carefully opened it and took out the small card: Let’s meet.

--

That night Brian bounded down the steps to the main floor. He went to drop off a file at reception when he noticed a dozen red roses on the end of the receptionist’s desk.  

“Where did those flowers come from?” Brian asked, his eyes narrowing.  

“Oh! Y/N gave them to me. She said she was allergic. Such a shame – they’re gorgeous flowers.”  

Brian felt his blood pressure go through the roof. He bid the receptionist well and made his way to the elevator. By the time he made it to the main lobby, he was seething. He reached into his jacket’s breast pocket to call you, when he realized he left his phone in his office. With a groan, he pivoted and returned to the elevator bank.  

After a minute, the elevator dinged, signaling its arrival. It was Brian’s turn to come face to face with you.  

“Y/N.”

You looked up at Brian. ‘Fuck.’ You stood straight and stuck your chin out. “Have a good night.” You went to move past him and he grabbed your wrist.

“Like hell – you’re coming back upstairs with me. We need to talk.”  

You yanked your wrist from his grasp. “No. You have made it quite perfectly clear that we are nothing.”

Brian grabbed your wrist again and pulled you flush against him. It was clear you were angry. Your skin was flushed and your jaw was clenched. You licked your lips subconsciously. ‘Fuck it all.’ Brian thought as he crushed his lips against yours, kissing you roughly. His lips mashed against yours, teeth clashing. The kiss was intense, with one of his hands on your ass, the other wrapped in your hair. His beard scratched against your skin and immediately you felt your panties dampen.  

Your mouths parted and you both stared at each other. You both breathed heavily. And without hesitation, you slapped him across the face. 

Your eyes widened at the realization and horror of what you had done. You took off, your heels clacking against the floor, the sound echoing throughout the lobby. Brian rubbed his reddened cheek, his skin stinging at where you slapped him.  

“I deserved that.”

TBC.

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Fall From Grace, Pt. 3

Brian Kneef x Reader. Fandom: The Good Fight. Reference: S4, E.4, “The Gang is Satirized and Doesn’t Like It.” CW: smut (oral - male receiving), pining, suggestive language; Brian still continues to be a snarky asshole. 

AN: Our lovely REE was on The Good Fight for all of 3 minutes so I am taking lots of liberties. I am obsessed with the anti-Barba. He was just delicious.

AN2: People asked, ye shall receive more Brian Kneef. 

WC: 2089

***

The Hamptons.

Brian scoffed as he watched from the window men and women prance around next to nothing around the pool side. He swallowed a large gulp of whiskey and tried to focus on the blow job that was currently happening. The dark haired woman on her knees moaned around his cock and it was near aggravating to his ears.

“Pipe the fuck down – if I can hear you orating a fucking speech, then you’re not doing a good job of sucking my cock.” Brian hissed, looking below. He hissed as the woman responded by scraping her teeth on along his member and forcefully, yanked her off of him.

“Watch it.” He growled, irritated. “Just finish already.”

The woman nodded and went back to sucking him. Brian closed his eyes, and tried to focus his energy on pretending it was you sucking him. It was months ago and to his disappointment, nothing further happened past that event in your office.

You.

You had enjoyed sucking his cock. You had taken immense pleasure while his cock was in your mouth.

Countless times since that night he played with you in his fantasies. He continued on for one more.

He wrapped his hands in the hair of the woman on her knees and pretended it was you and began to fuck her face. He recalled how your cunt gripped his cock tightly as you came with his name on your lips. The coil in his belly snapped and he came hard, shooting ropes of thick, creamy come down the throat of the woman, whose name he had already forgotten.

She pulled off him and used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth as she stood. “My name is Misty,” she huffed. “Not Y/N.” She walked past him and flipped her hair.

Brian scowled as he tucked himself in. “Who fucking cares.” He called out. The door closed with a slam. Brian used one arm to lean against the wall as he continued to watch the party revelers.

“Fucking Y/N.” He muttered in annoyance. Reaching into his pocket, Brian pulled out his phone and opened the e-mail app for STR Laurie.

--

Chicago was in the middle of its second heat wave ever in recorded history. Back in 1995 it had been deadly and oppressive, but you were just a kid then and completely unfazed. Now, you were in your apartment thanking the universe for central air conditioning.

You did not want to step outside but you had to work. Bills came like clockwork and did not care if you were too hot to function.

In a futile attempt to keep cool, you pinned your hair to the top of your head into a bun. You wore a black and white polka-dotted pencil skirt, topped with a thin strapped white lace trimmed camisole and a red collarless cropped blazer. You slipped on grey patent heels that had a pointed toe.

You were just about to grab your keys when your phone buzzed loudly. You looked quickly and saw it was an email from Brian. Your heart pounded in your chest. You two hadn’t spoken since that night in your office – though that didn’t stop you from wanting more. But true to your word, you did not become a stage 5 clinger and you didn’t expect him to pull the boyfriend card and send you flowers.

BKneef@STRLaurie.com:

Y/N – I am out in New York. Until I return, I will need for you to work closely with me on the Lowenstein matter. I also have the Statler depo you can help me prep for, but for now I will need for you to work on a privilege log for me.

Make sure to clear your calendar and work to accommodate me. I mean it. All of it.

-BK

Quickly you typed your response: “Noted.”

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You were in the office, listening to music on your headphones working on the privilege log. It was a tedious, but necessary task for litigation if you want to protect communications from privilege. A sloppy or incomplete log may result in expensive, time-consuming litigation, or it may allow opposing counsel to view your litigation strategy and identify weaknesses or stay steps ahead of your litigation plan. So you made sure to go through every line with painstaking care.

Your interoffice messenger popped up.

[BK]: Good afternoon. Gorgeous day out.

You looked around, not that you expected anyone to be looking your way – everyone was to engrossed in their own work. You bit your lip before responding.

[YN]: I wouldn’t know – I am going to spend my day in these four walls.

[BK]: Busy?

[Y/N]: Yeah, doing your privilege log. Going to take me all day.

[BK]: That’s a shame.

A picture came up of a large house with weathered wood and stunning architectural detail. The house was flanked by a vanishing edge pool.

[BK]: You should be here.

You blinked at the screen and felt your cheeks burn at the idea of you there with Brian.

[YN]: I don’t really have the time to spare to take off.

[YN]: You know this is a STR computer. People are probably monitoring my computer.

[BK]: And seeing what I have to say to you would be the most exciting thing to happen in their mundane lives.

[YN]: More so then Memo 618?

You saw some dots pop up and then disappear. Your phone rang, causing you to jump in your seat.

“STR Laurie, Y/N speaking.”

“I told you to not mention Memo 618.” Brian snapped.

“Well, hello to you too. If you don’t mind, I have some work to get back to.”

“Fuck the work.”

“Easy for you to say when you’re not the one doing it.” You responded, relaxing into your seat. You swung your outstretched legs onto your desk.

“There is one thing I want to be doing.” Brian purred.

Your heart race in anticipation of his response. “And what is that?”

“You.” Brian replied silkily.

You swallowed hard and ignored the jolt of pleasure that shot to your core. “Is that so?” you questioned, causally.

“Unless. Of course, you’d rather not.”

Brian knew your answer as well as you did. You wanted to be with him again. There was no denying it. Even if it was the worst idea in the world.

Which it most certainly was.

“I have that privilege log. And your depo prep.”

“Bring it with you.”

“Bring it where?”

“To New York. I’ll have a private plane pick you up. You’ll be here before rush hour.”

“No.”

There was silence on the end of the receiver.

“No.” Brian repeated slowly, almost as if he were testing out the word. You wondered if his blood pressure was through the roof. 

“No. I highly doubt you would want someone to do this work. I am the best of the best. And if you want to do well, which I think you do, you will let me do my job. I know once I touch down, no work is going to get done.” You bit back a smile.

“And what exactly am I supposed to say?” Brian responded.

“Thank you Y/N, I appreciate you and will make it up to you.” You mocked.

You could picture Brian rolling his eyes.

“Well?” You prodded.

“Fine.” Brian agreed. You opened your mouth to say something but the line disconnected.

--

You spent the weekend in the office finishing up Brian’s work. And in effort to distract you and make certain you rued your decision to turn down his offer, your work email and phone was pinged with pictures of wherever Brian was vacationing. 

Monday morning rolled around like it always did. You hadn’t meant to, but you you fell asleep at your desk finishing the deposition prep. The shrill ring of your phone woke you up and you had a post-it plastered on your face.

You picked up your headset and went to answer when you noticed Brian in the doorway. You hit decline on the incoming call and sent it to your voicemail.

“Good morning Mr. Kneef.”

“Y/N. You look… well.” Brian replied, eyeing your unkempt appearance.

You eyed Brian’s tanned face. “How was your weekend?”

“Long.” Brian replied.

“That’s a shame.” You replied, standing. You smoothed your wrinkled clothes. “I have your Statler deposition prep ready.”

“It would have been better with you around.” Brian cocked his head. You walked over and handed him a large red-weld.

“Here you go.”

“Take the day off – go home and rest.”

“But the depo…” you protested.

“It’s tomorrow. Go home. Shower. Come back when you’re a functional human. And then report back to me.”

You gave Brian a small smile before heading back to collect your things.

The rest of the week that followed, you worked closely with Brian. You thought things were being managed well – that Brian had moved onto his next conquest.

Your interoffice messenger popped up once more while you worked through your lunch.

[BK]: This weekend. The Hamptons. No is not an answer.

[BK]: For what we’re doing, you won’t need any clothes, so pack light.

You shivered at the response and felt your cheeks burn. Your heart pounded in your chest. Your hand shook as you typed out the next two letters.

[YN]: Ok.

You sat back in your chair, letting out a deep sigh. You wondered what you got yourself into. You couldn’t wait to find out.

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True to his word, Saturday morning, an unmarked car picked you up and you were headed to O’Hare airport. You then took a private jet, landing in East Hampton Airport. The whole situation had you titillated.

“Fuck.” A sizzle shot through you. You pressed your fingers to your lips as you recalled the memory of Brian bending you over on your desk as he fucked you.

“What was that miss?” The flight attendant asked, coming over to you.

“Oh nothing.” You replied, with a small smile. “Just never been a private plane before.”

“Would you care for more champagne?”

“That would be lovely, thanks.”

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There was a brief car ride from the airport to where Brian was staying. The house was enormous. It was a 7-bedroom home on 17 acres of reserve. The home had three levels of living space with coffered ceilings and an informal living room, both adorned by fireplaces. The home was sensational with a sun drenched eat-in kitchen which transitioned to a formal dining room. There was a guest master suite with a fireplace and a powder room. Upstairs the master wing included a fireplace, a private balcony overlooking the reserve along with luxurious bath en suite. Topping everything off, a fully finished basement offered a billiards room, gym, media room and staff quarters.

Outside, the broad covered and uncovered patio overlooked the pool and spa. There was an outdoor kitchen all set within extensive slate patios and framed by expansive lush lawn with views to the expansive agricultural reserve.

“Mr. Kneef is outside waiting for you.”

You looked at the house manager and he pointed you towards the back of the house. You gave him a smile and made your way out.

Brian was in the swimming pool doing laps. You watched him swim back and forth a few times before you made your way to the edge of the pool. You squatted and peered down as he approached the end of the lane.

“I’m here.” You announced.

Brian popped up from the water. You took a step back as he climbed out of the pool. Brian wore navy swim trunks and beads of water glinted in the warm sun as they rolled off his body. Your eyes trailed his exposed skin – he had a moderate amount of dark hair on the upper torso with a small trail leading south. You swallowed hard as your eyes continued to drink him in. Your gaze landed on the very bright and vivid tattoo of a dragon that graced his toned left calf.  

“So you are.” Brian replied.

He took a step closer to you and you felt like the gazelle being hunted by the lion. The tension, combined with the hot weather, was causing you to sweat profusely. He pulled you closed to him and his large fingers wrapped around your neck, pulling your mouth to his, capturing your lips with his in a large open mouthed kiss. You groaned, letting his tongue sweep yours. Brian’s hands gripped you tightly against him and cased the sides of your body before landing on your ass, squeezing. Brian traced your mouth with his tongue before sucking in your bottom lip. He gave it a tug, which resulted in a heady mewl out from you.

You returned his kiss and your hands moved down his chest. Brian was solid and you could feel his muscles twitch under your fingers.

“Bedroom. Now.” Brian growled in your ear, causing you to shudder, goosebumps erupting over your skin.

TBC.

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Fall From Grace, Pt. 4

Brian Kneef x Reader. Fandom: The Good Fight. Reference: S4, E.4, “The Gang is Satirized and Doesn’t Like It.” CW: People asked, ye shall receive more Brian Kneef. This time, with more smut! Warnings for rough-ish sex, language, p in v, oral sex, cum play. 

AN: Our lovely REE was on The Good Fight for all of 3 minutes so I am taking lots of liberties. I am obsessed with the anti-Barba. He was just delicious.

AN2:  Brian remains my favorite a snarky lawyer asshole. Shh, don’t tell Barba.

WC: 1761

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Brian hoisted you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. His lips crashed against yours. The feel of his lips, his body against yours – it was as if a wildfire burned through you. Heat funneled straight down to between your legs. Your arms cradled around his neck and your lips remains fused against his as he carried you back into the house.

The house was empty – the house manager was nowhere to be seen. Brian put you down and led you up the tempered glass steps stainless steel spiral glass staircase towards the bedroom. 

You gawked at the opulence over the house; you could not get over it. Brian noticed.

“No point in having money if you can’t enjoy yourself.”

“You’re telling me.” You huffed. “I think I need a raise.” You stared at a painting that you recognized as a work of Jules Olitski.

“I’ll make it happen. You deserve it. But for now…” Brian approached you from behind and nuzzled your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine. His hands ran up the curve of your sides and cupped your breasts. You hummed and turned around to kiss him once more.

“I’m worth a pretty penny.” You murmured against his lips. “But for now, fuck me.”

Brian pulled away and cocked his head towards the bedroom. As soon as you were both in the bedroom, you made way to the bed, collapsing as a tangle of limbs. Hands moved in a million directions, exploring and touching everywhere and anywhere. Brian sat up over you and gazed at you with smoldering intensity.

“Too many clothes.”

You looked up at him and batted your eyes coquettishly before you reached down to remove your top. When Brian had requested for you to join him in the Hamptons, you spent the better part of that day’s lunch hour shopping in downtown Chicago for finer lingerie. There was a matching spearmint tulle and macramé bra and panty set in the window that caught your eye. It reminded you of Brian’s eyes and you knew you need to have it. You spent close to near your entire paycheck at an upscale boutique, but you knew it would be worth it.

You tossed your top to the side and then you raised your hips to remove the lace pull on shorts you had donned.  

Brian raised his hands through his dark hair and a wolfish grin spread across his face as he took in the sight of you in the lingerie set. ‘Fuck’ he thought. You were a combination of sin and innocence. Brian wanted nothing more than to just bend your legs so they were by your ears and slide his cock into you, fucking you until you couldn’t walk straight but he knew he needed to slow down – to make it last.

He knew deep down this was lust – but also something more. He thought once he fucked you, he would have had it out of his system and would have been able to move on. It was clearly the opposite – he was hooked and he wanted so much more. He could have pretended he had the upper hand, but in reality – you had all the control. He wondered if you knew it. He was at your complete mercy. But he wouldn’t admit it.

A large hand traveled over both of your breasts. “I could do whatever the fuck I want right now with you, Y/N.”

“Could you now?”

Brian lowered himself so he was near millimeters from your face. His breath was hot over your skin.

“I could fuck your tits and come all over them…” Brian husked. His hand traveled up to you cheek and cupped it before running his finger over your bottom lip, tugging. “I could fuck this pretty little mouth of yours.” He shoved two of his fingers into your mouth roughly.

You met his eyes and you used sucked his fingers, using your tongue to mimic as if you were giving him a blow job.

Brian growled at the sensation. He knew what it was like to have your mouth on his cock – but that would have to wait. He wanted your pussy again.  He removed his fingers from your mouth and leaned down to kiss you.

“So do it then.” You replied smartly, your eyes searching his. “Do whatever you want. Debase me. It hasn’t stopped you before. And I want it.”

Brian snickered and captured your lips with his. You moaned into the kiss and Brian sucked your bottom lip into his mouth before swirling his tongue around yours. Brian’s lips moved from yours and traveled southward on your body. He shoved the cups of your bra down, so your flesh popped out. His mouth was instantly over a nipple, sucking and licking the pebbled flesh until it was a harden peak before he moved to the other. As Brian continued to ravish your breasts, a hand made its way down to your stomach, until it reached the juncture of your legs, encouraging you to part them.

Brian nestled in between your legs and put one of your thighs onto his shoulder. He took a deep inhalation of your sweet scent and pushed your panties to the side. He tortured you with broad, slow licks. Your back arched to his ministrations. His beard burned your thighs as he continued to eat you out like if he was a man possessed. His tongue swirled over your lips and swollen nub, your arousal flooding his mouth. You gripped the sheets, feeling your orgasm build.

Instinctively, you pushed back, trying to get his tongue deeper inside of you. A heavy arm laid over your stomach, keeping you in place. Brian grinned against your slick, wet cunt and licked the length of it, slowly, teasingly.  

“Oh fuck,” You propped yourself up on your elbow to watch. You were making a mess of the sheets below, but you did not care.

Brian paused his actions to slide two thick fingers into your cunt, causing you to cry out. He switched his mouth to your clit, focusing on your swollen nub. As his fingers pumped in and out of you, he continued to apply pressure to your clit.

You cried out in response. “Oh my fucking Go-Brian! Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you pleaded, collapsing onto the bed. Your hand found his hair and you tugged on it. Brian slipped another finger, languidly thrusting three of his fingers in and out of you. Your thighs trembled, feeling the coil inside of you begin to grow again. Every nerve ending in your body was on fire, it had never been this intense before with anyone else.

In response, Brian crooked his fingers in a come hither motion, hitting your sweet spot. “Come for me.” Brian growled against your skin, before sucking on your clit again.

The coil in your belly snapped at his words and you came hard, your walls fluttering around his fingers. His name escaped your lips repeatedly, chanting as if it were prayer as your arousal gushed all over his face. Brian continued to lap at you through your orgasm until your body twitched from over-stimulation.

You whined as Brian removed his fingers. Brian crawled back up and he rubbed his fingers along your lips, smearing your arousal all over them. You parted your mouth and took his fingers into your mouth once more, sucking them clean.

Brian rolled onto his back and pulled you onto him. “Ride me.” You scooted off of him and shoved your ruined panties down before climbing back over him. You dragged your soaked cunt along his cock. Brian groaned as you sunk onto his cock. His cock fit you perfectly and you felt delightfully full; the stretch of his girth was delicious. Brian had one hand on your hips, the other on your breast, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Your hands were on his shoulders as you eagerly bounced on his cock, your ass clapping on his thighs. Wetness streamed down your thighs onto his lap as he met you thrust for thrust.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good around my cock,” Brian groaned.

“Oh God, Bri.”

“You like that, hmmm? That big cock in that pussy? Fucking you so hard?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” You moaned. “Oh God. Fuck, fuck.”

“Take that cock Y/N.” Brian grunted as he watched you shut your eyes. Your jaw went slack and your pussy clenched around him. He knew you were close.

“I think I am going to —. Jesus fuck.”

Brian wrapped his hand lightly around your throat squeezing gently. “That’s it. Cum on this cock, cream for me baby,” Brian grunted, continuing to fuck into you with every ounce of his being. His free hand moved from the curve of your hip to your clit, stroking you.

You came again, harder than before, digging your nails into his skin. Watching you come was glorious to Brian and it was his own undoing. He rolled you, so you were on your back once more. Sitting on his haunches, his hand flew over his cock, stroking furiously. His balls tightened along with every muscle in his body and he came hard, shooting hot spurts of cum along your stomach and cunt. Quickly you scrambled and you took his cock into your mouth. Brian shuddered as he finished emptying his load into your mouth.

Feeling particularly naughty, you opened your mouth and showed him the cum that was on your tongue. His eyes darken once more and you swallow. You opened your mouth again, showing him your now clean tongue.

“Shit Y/N.” Brian panted in disbelief, meeting your eyes. You laid back down and play with some of the cum that had decorated your body before licking some off with your finger.

“Mmm. That was fucking amazing.” You reply.

“Yeah.” Brian agreed, throwing himself next to you. He propped himself onto his side, taking in your post-orgasmic glow. Slight bruises show on your hip from where he had gripped tightly.

“Do you always fuck your paralegals or am I special?” You asked, rolling onto your side, facing him.

Brian snickered. “What do you think?”

“I think I am special. I think I have been living rent free in your mind this whole time.” You replied almost in sing-song. You climbed back over him and reached behind so you could stroke his cock. Brian’s eyes fluttered close.

You smiled in triumph and lowered so you were close to his ear. “Next time you come for me… remember, I have your ass.”

FIN.

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Fall From Grace, Pt. 2

Brian Kneef x Reader. Fandom: The Good Fight. Reference: S4, E.4, “ The Gang is Satirized and Doesn’t Like It.” CW: smut (oral, male receiving, female receiving, p in v, language); Brian still being a snarky asshole. AN: Our lovely REE was on The Good Fight for all of 3 minutes so I am taking lots of liberties. I am obsessed with the anti-Barba. He was just delicious.

WC: 1800

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Brian’s hands are big and possessive and they wandered all over your body, exploring. You shivered involuntarily under his touch, eager for more. Your nipples are hard peaks and your breasts felt heavy and strained against the confines of your bra. Your lips trembled as his lips moved down your neck. His fingers swiftly undo the buttons of your blouse and your shirt is pushed open, revealing your lace bra. Brian stepped back, taking you fully in, rubbing his bearded chin as he did so. You bite your lip and unclasp your bra, slowly removing it, before tossing it to the side. You don’t miss how Brian lowered his gaze to watch your very calculated move; he licks his lips at the sight of your bare breasts. The sliver of pink tongue that darts out alone sends a jolt of pleasure between your legs.

Brian takes a step in front of you. “This is one time only.”

You straighten up, feeling suddenly vulnerable. “I know.”

“I mean it. Don’t expect flowers or a call tomorrow. I don’t do the boyfriend thing.”

Your eyes narrowed and you jutted your chin. “I wouldn’t expect it. This is just one of those things that happens.”

“Good – I don’t need a stage 5 clinger.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

“I don’t have a condom.” Brian expanded. “That said, I am clean. I was just recently tested.”

“Same. I have an IUD.”

“Also good – last thing I need is a little bastard looking like me running through Chicago.”

There’s a pause. Brian’s gaze is searing; the heat between you is palpable.  Your heart is pounding so loudly in your chest and you are certain Brian could hear it. The shrill of the phone ringing breaks the tension and you jump.

“STR Laurie, Y/N speaking.” You answer, nearly breathless. The food Brian had ordered arrived. “It’s the food…” you mention to Brian, covering the receiver. “Ummm-I….”

A hand jerks the phone away from you. You look at Brian surprised. “It’s Kneef. Don’t bring it up. Enjoy the food. Ms. L/N is otherwise preoccupied. Hold her calls and hold mine as well.” Brian gruffed.

Brian slammed the phone down into its base and his mouth was on yours again. You moaned his name against his lips. He ran his tongue against your bottom lip, tasting the sweet flavor of your mouth. He curled his hand around your neck and pulled you off the desk so that you were flush against him. You pressed your body against his, reveling in the feel of your body against his. Your hand reached down to his erection, feeling him hard against your palm. Brian growled low, feeling his cock jerk in response.

“You are sure you want to do this?” Brian asked. “I am an asshole, but I am not an animal. I need your consent.”

“Yes. I want this. I want you.” You didn’t miss the glint of delight in his eye as you affirmed your consent.

You moaned as Brian moved his mouth down your neck, his tongue traced a path down the slope, licking and sucking. His hands cupped your breasts and his fingers rolled your nipples, tugging and pinching. You felt yourself dampen in response. His head dipped to capture a globe and you moaned again, throwing your head back. Bites graze your already sensitive skin and you hiss in response. Brian’s tongue runs over the marks, soothing your skin.

Finally, Brian pulled away and you whimpered.

“Take off the rest of your clothes.” He commanded. You nod and you reach around to unzip your skirt. You pull it down and let it pool at your feet, before stepping out. You stood naked, save your panties. Brian motioned for your panties as well. Your thumbs hook into the waistband and you pull them down your legs.

A thought occurred to you. “Anyone could walk in.”

“No one can see shit with all these fucking boxes stacked.”

Brian reached over and took your panties. He brought them to his face and took a deep inhalation before neatly folding them and stuffing them into his pocket.

“Turn around and bend over.” Brian ordered quietly. You do as he commands, lying completely flat on the desk. Every nerve in your body was electrified, sizzling like a snare. Brian felt the knobs of your spine as he ran his hand down your back.

Brian knelt down and pressed his face in between your ass cheeks, as if he wanted to smother himself. His beard tickled your skin and you shivered at the thought of how his beard was going to feel on your pussy. You yelped as he nipped a chunk of flesh once more. Forcefully, Brian opened your legs and with his fingers, he spread your folds apart. You were soaking and your pussy glistened under the overhead fluorescent light. Brian nestled in between your thighs and licked a broad stripe down your slit. You gasped loudly as his mouth devoured your most intimate parts.

“Oh God” you manage to croak out. Brian used his tongue to swirl and lick, slowly and deliberately. He hummed, sending vibrations through your body and you grasped at your desk in futility. You pushed back, eagerly. He used his tongue to alternate fucking you and sucking on your clit. You whimpered as you felt your orgasm build in your belly. A finger slid in and your cunt gripped the digit tightly. “Fuck, fuck, oh fuck,” you whimpered. “Brian please.”

Brian ate you, licking to his fill. He didn’t stop his actions until your legs started to shake. He moved his mouth to your clit and focused his attention there, sucking on your bud with vigor. Your orgasm peaked and you groaned his name as you came. He continued to lap at you until your orgasm faded.

Brian pulled away and you stood and turned around. You watched as Brian unzipped his pants, freeing his hardened cock. He pumped it a few times and you swallowed slowly, a combination of nervousness and arousal.

Without him having to ask (not that you really thought he would anyway), you dropped to your knees. Brian pushed his erection past your lips and eagerly you began to blow him. “Oh fuck yes,” Brian gritted out, his hand wrapping into your hair, gripping tightly. He fucked into your mouth, causing you to sputter and gag, the sound filling the room. You reached down to rub yourself and Brian chuckled low. “So needy.”

You moaned as your fingers rubbed your swollen clitoris. Brian smacked his cock against your cheek and you opened your mouth to take him again once more. You used your free hand to help jerk him as you sucked on the head of his cock. Using your tongue, you flicked it against the spot where the head met the shaft. Brian pulled off and you gasped for air. Your lips were slick and swollen.

“Over the desk again.” Brian grunted.

You rose up and leaned onto the desk again.  

“Fuck me, Brian.”

Brian pushed your legs apart wider; you felt his cock line up against your entrance. Just as he was about to push in, he paused to look at you. Your head was turned to the side, your eyes were closed and your mouth was slightly parted. There was a light sheen of sweat that covered your body. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep into your body.

Your cunt gripped his cock tightly as he Brian stilled his momentum. You both groaned at the sensation.  Finally, Brian took hold of your hips, his fingertips digging into your flesh as he began to relentlessly piston you.

“Oh fuck Brian, yes, give it to me,” you cried out. Brian responded by fucking you deeper and faster.

“Take it,” Brian grunted. “I am going to wreck this pussy of yours over and over again.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he continued to ravish your body. He leaned over to whisper all the filthy things he wanted to do with you and you wanted all of it.

He continued pounding into you and you knew you would feel it the next day. You were panting in lust, desperate to come once more. Brian continued moving in and out of you and you slapped the surface of the desk. The sounds of the desk squeaking combined with the intensity of the fucking was bringing you quickly to the precipice once more. “Please,” you sobbed. “I am so close.” Your cup holder of pens and some paperwork fell to the floor. Brian reached around and found your nub, rubbing it with the pad of his thumb. You lost it, arching your back and whining as you came once more, crying out his name.  Your walls quaked around his cock.

“That’s it, lose control. Take that cock.” Brian encouraged you. Brian looked down to watch himself thrust in and out of you – he could see how slick his cock was with your cream and he gnashed his teeth together in pleasure. He gripped your hips tighter, fucking you harder and faster. His balls tightened and he buried himself all the way inside. With a groan, Brian came deep inside of you, ropes of his hot cum spurting.

Brian withdrew from you and you cried out at the feeling. You began to move, and Brian stilled you. He dropped to his knees once more and spread your pussy lips, watching as his cum slid out of you and drip onto your thighs. He trailed his finger on your thigh and gathered his come onto his finger before finger fucking it back into you. Your legs buckled in response. Finally he withdrew his finger – it was coated in your juice and his cum. He brought it to your face and you sucked his finger clean in response. “Mmmmm.” 

Brian smirked and then stuffed himself back into his pants.

You stood fully, your legs felt like they were made out of jello. Slowly, you gathered your clothes.

Brian leaned against a stack of boxes watching you dress. “One week.” Brian finally spoke up, motioning towards the boxes.

“Considering I just lost valuable time because I was busy with your cock, I think I could use a few more days.” You crossed your arms. Brian’s cum began to seep out once more, and you groaned quietly to yourself at the perverse sensation.

Brian nodded. “Fine,” he replied. “Two weeks.”

Unexpectedly, Brian pulled you into his arms, kissing you deeply. He was disappointed it was all over and deep down he knew that this wouldn’t be the last time. It was too good for it to be just one time.

The kiss broke and Brian pivoted, leaving without so much as a look behind.

Somehow you knew, it wasn’t just one time either. And you looked forward to it very much.

TBC

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The Auction: A Hole in One

Bryan Kneef x reader - semi public sex square for my bingo. NSFW, implied sex, vaginal fingering, language. Totally inspired by that golf scene in 365. WC: 1608

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When you awoke the following morning, Bryan was still in bed. His breath moved in and out in a steady rhythm. In sleep, he was not the intimidating presence he was while awake. There was no intense, dark staring to contend with. The angry lines of his face softened. The muscles of his body relaxed and melded into the bedding around him.

Your stomach growled and you decided to get up to order breakfast. Your body ached as you stood. You were sore in the most delightful of ways and from a passing mirror, you could see your skin was littered with bruises and beard rash. There was a pamphlet on the TV console and you perused the options before calling downstairs.

Bryan was still in a deep sleep, so you took the opportunity to shower. The water was hot, with steam filling the room. You looked at the choices of shampoos, conditioners and body wash - there were more than your usual tiny plastic bottles. You picked the most pleasing scent and lathered and scrubbed the prior night away. You wondered if today would be the last time and Bryan would send you home or if there was to be more. There was a part of you that wanted more, but there was also a part that wanted you to put this behind you.

The door opened. Bryan stood nude in the doorway, his cock already half hard.

“Is there room for one more?”

You opened the door to the shower and smiled.

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With the money you received, you were able to pay off your debt and use your leftover funds to find a new apartment in a better area. You looked upon your time with Bryan as a fun, financial betterment opportunity but nothing else more.

It was not as if you hadn’t been encouraged to come back by Cordelia. You definitely were. But once was more than enough and you wanted to put the experience behind you. Bryan had been an incredible, generous lover. And you were certain he had moved on the second you had left the hotel.

It turns out, you were incorrect.

To your surprise, Bryan had reached out to you directly. You weren’t certain as to how he had your direct contact information, but you had a feeling it was given with a price tag.

Bryan had texted you about accompanying him on a Firm golf outing which was serving as an event to cater existing clients and court new ones. You chewed your bottom lip. The only kind of golf you had played was put put as a kid. You told Bryan as much and the next day, a dangerously short, sleeveless polo dress in your size arrived along with a thin scrap of material that dared call itself underwear. You slipped it on and gave yourself a once over in the mirror. The note from Bryan simply said, ‘wear this.’

The Chicago Golf Club is an exclusive, invite-only luxury club. Originally it was one of the five founders of what would become known as USGA, the governing body of golf sports. Initiation fees were in the six figures and so it was no surprise that Bryan was a member. Bryan was already at the club when you had arrived. You smirked as all eyes were on you as you sauntered in wearing your little polo dress. You recognized some men from the auction, including the man whose bid Bryan had annihilated. The look Bryan gave you as he raked in the sight of you was positively predatory.

The v neck of the dress was just cut low enough that he could watch your breasts bounce with each step, and the skirt, which skimmed your mid thighs, gave Bryan an ample view of your gams. You turned on the charm, being a dutiful conversationalist, draped over Bryan. You don’t know how to play and Bryan took the opportunity to personally assist. He nestled himself behind you. You pushed yourself back, body molding into his and you can feel his cock pressed against your ass.

The tips of his fingers ghosted down your arms. His breath was hot in your ear. “You want to make sure that you don’t milk the grip.”

You turned slightly to Bryan, your brow arched. “Come again?”

Bryan smirked and his eyes twinkled.

“You don’t want to switch your grip mid swing. It's a common mistake. In order to correct that, you will want to check your grip on the club before beginning your swing and after in order to have the correct pressure to ensure a solid stroke.”

“Oh and here I was just thinking it was something you wanted me to do to you,” you replied, with an innocent lilt to your voice.

You pressed yourself against Bryan a little more firmly with a wiggle. Bryan let out a quiet groan.

You cheered inwardly and then put your focus on the small white ball. You swung and watched as the ball flew across the green. You let out a squeal and then turned to face Bryan. His hand rested on your lower back, keeping you close to him.

“Nice shot,” Bryan commended. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. His mouth dropped to your ear. “Keep it up and you can milk something else with your grip later.”

You pulled away, giving him a doe eyed look before batting your lashes. “Promise?”

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After 18 holes, you and Bryan decided to hang back at the clubhouse for cocktails and lunch. You were sitting next to Bryan, when a shadow loomed over you, someone making their presence known.

You looked up and recognized the man instantly. It was the man who Bryan outbid. He introduced himself as Jake Táborsky and he was a colleague of Bryan’s. Well, more like firm rivals you deduced as they began to get into a heated conversation about the merits of some legal matter. You began to scroll on your phone when you felt Bryan’s hand on your thigh. You looked over at Bryan and his focus was entirely on Jake. You returned to your phone, reading an article on Buzzfeed when you felt his fingers slipping towards your inner thigh. The intent was clear - he was planning to tease you under the table. You surreptitiously spread your legs, still keeping your interest on your phone. Bryan’s fingers moved to your clothed cunt. Bryan used his free hand to grab his lowball of whiskey, hiding his upturned lips.

His hand slipped back to your inner thigh, before sliding back up. He pushed aside the laced hem of your panty, seeking the warm wetness of your cunt that he knew awaited him. Bryan continued his diatribe with Jake, occasionally stealing glances towards you.

He was actually finding your composure through the whole thing pretty impressive. Even when his thumb flicked over your clit, your face remained relatively stoic.

He rubbed circles over where you needed, occasionally letting the tips of his fingers dig into your dripping, slick slit, wishing he could replace his fingers with his mouth like he had done prior. He’d never forget the sounds you made or the feeling of your juices coating his beard as your body quaked around his tongue.

You might have come across nonplussed, but no one could see your free hand gripping your thigh tightly. You bit your cheek in an attempt to hold back the moan you so desperately wanted to let out as Bryan fingerfucked you under the table. His long, thick fingers slid in and out of you with ease. The fabric in the cushion of the seat was saturated with your juices.

Your name being called sharply shook you back into reality. You looked up and Jake was looking at you. “Is Bryan treating you right? You know, you could have it much better with me sweetheart.”

Bryan’s fingers inside of you stilled and your whole body was electrified. His thumb skated gently over your clit, causing you to jump in your seat. Jake’s eyes were sinister and his lips twitched as if wanting to smile - as if he knew what was happening under the table.

“Bryan is all I need,” you reply, your voice a shade higher than normal. “He takes very good care of me both financially and in other ways.”

Bryan’s fingers resumed their action and you felt the coil in your belly ready to snap. Bryan felt it too because he pulled you flush to him and kissed you hard, near obscenely, swallowing your moans and whimpers and cries as you come around his fingers.

Jake let out a humph and walked away. Bryan withdrew his hand and you shuddered in his embrace, ducking your head into his neck. Bryan grabbed the cloth napkin and wiped his fingers.

“How about we get out of here,” Bryan commented and you nodded. You stood on shaky legs and linked your arm with Bryan’s. “I don’t want to play games anymore.”

“Really?” You questioned. “That’s a shame because I was really hoping you’d pound me like a range ball.”

Bryan laughed. “And you said you didn’t know golf.”

You shrugged. “I’m good with puns. But I’m also good at other things as you know.”

Bryan turned to you and lifted your chin. The pad of his thumb ran over your bottom lip. “Very much so.”

There was a flash of pink from your tongue as you licked the pad of his thumb. Bryan let out a small groan.

“So how about you get me out of this ridiculous dress?” You asked softly.

“Sweetheart, I love the way you think.”

FIN.

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The Nanny: Valentine’s Redux, Pt.2

Bryan Kneef x f reader. CW: rough smut, incl. spanking; language. AN: for @melk917 bingo w/rough sex, make it hurt. Also cheating and using this for my own challenge w/rough sex. WC: <1K

Part 1.

The two of you didn’t even make it to the bedroom.

Bryan crashed his lips into yours, his hands running all over your body. His hands slipped under your dress, going up your thighs until he found the band of your lace panties. His hand gripped your wet, aching cunt, causing you to gasp. You let out a gasp, writhing against his hand, desperate for more. Bryan moved his hand lower and found your ass. He gripped your ass, hard, and with a grunt, pulled your head to the side, while his mouth found purchase along your neck. You let out a moan as he found that spot. You began to squirm as he continued his ministrations, biting and soothing. Bryan gripped your chin, keeping you still. He licked up your neck to your cheek. His breath was hot and heavy against your ear.

“Stay still.”

You whimpered again and he sucked on your neck until he was certain a mark was left. Your cunt was slick with arousal and you were this close to coming and you still had your clothes on.

“Turn around, face the wall.”

You did as told, gripping the wall. The wall was cold and it contrasted the heat that was coursing through your body. The skirt of your dress was flipped up. Bryan’s hands gripped your plump, voluptuous ass, squeezing before he smacked it. He alternated cheeks as he spanked you, enjoying the way your skin rippled with each impact. The skin on your ass was hot and each subsequent spank in the same spot irritated your skin. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

Then it stopped as quickly as it started.

And that was because Bryan momentarily paused to undo his belt and pants. The sound of his belt clanking on the floor excited you. Bryan released his cock and gave himself a couple of pumps and then pressed himself against you. “Is this what you want?” He asked with a growl.

“Oh give it to me! I need it!”

Bryan reached around and found your slit, slick and dripping. His large fingers stroked your lips before dipping inside to find your throbbing clit. He rubbed it haphazardly, relishing in how you were falling apart under his touch.

“I love how wet you are for me. So responsive, so needy, so… hungry.”

“It’s all for you,” you pant. “I’m yours.”

“Yes,” Bryan hissed. “This sweet cunt is mine.” He gripped your neck from behind with one hand while he slipped two thick digits inside of you. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, setting a quick pace. He coated his fingers with your slick juices.

“Tell me how you want it,” Bryan asked. “Do you want me here?” He kept pumping his fingers. “Or do you want it here?”

He withdrew his fingers and you let out a whine at the loss. Bryan found your puckered rosebud and focused his energy there. He then took a step back and slid his cock in between your butt cheeks, before rutting against you for relief. “Should I fuck this sweet ass?”

“I don’t care, just fuck me already,” you begged.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Bryan replied with a dark chuckle. He hoisted your leg upwards, so you were standing on one leg. Naturally you leaned more towards cockthe wall and gripped harder. Bryan gripped his and positioned himself. He rubbed the head of his cock along your folds, coating himself in your cream.

You gasped as Bryan slid his thick cock inside of you in one thrust. You felt wonderfully full. It was a mix of pleasure and slight burn as your walls accommodated his size.

Bryan pulled out again and then thrust back in, harder than before. You let out an obscene moan as his hips snapped back into you. “Oh fuck!”

Encouraged, he picked up the pace, driving his cock into you over and over.

“Come for me. Take that cock.” Bryan grunted as he looked down, watching his cock disappear in and out of you.

“Oh god, Bry, yes!” You cried out, pushing back to meet his thrusts. You reached below your belly to your clit and rubbed yourself haphazardly, desperate to come. “I’m going to… I am so…” Your voice trailed off, feeling your own orgasm approach.

Bryan was lost, chasing his own release. His movements became frantic, his grunts more desperate. The coil of tension deep in his belly snapped and he groaned your name out as he came. Distantly, he heard you call out his name as you came, clenching around his spurting cock.

Gently, Bryan lowered your leg before withdrawing his cock. You turned around and the two of you lazily kissed as the evidence of the interlude dripped down your thighs.

“How about we go to bed and I clean you up?” Bryan murmured against your lips.

You nodded. “In case I forget to tell you, Happy Valentine’s Day.”

FIN.

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The Auction, Pt. 1

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

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

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

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

“It’s me! It’s me! Relax!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just some water, thanks.” Bonnie replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait a minute - told them what exactly?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**

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

**

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ladies.” Mr. Mysterious gruffed and you and Bonnie jump apart to allow him room. His voice was rich and decadent and set a chill down your core. You caught a whiff of his cologne and you swore in that moment you came. ‘Now of that’s what we’re working with… then hell yes.’ You thought.

An older woman with cropped blonde hair and her own impressive power suit, peered at you before greeting Bonnie.

“Ms. Cooper, welcome back. I see you’ve brought your friend as discussed. Please come in, shut the door behind you.”

“Of course.” Bonnie replied. She turned to you. “Come on.”

You looked at Bonnie and nodded. As you closed the door behind you, you turned to look down the hall where Mr. Mysterious was. Your eyes widened as he turned over his shoulder to look back at you. His lips curled up in a smile and the look was absolutely smoldering.

You swallowed hard and shut the door with a gentle click before turning your attention back to the meeting at hand.

You gave the blonde woman a smile and straightened yourself up. You knew you had this. And it was about time you had some fun.

TBC.

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The Nanny, Pt. 5: (Pool) Party for Two

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Continuation of a HC idea from @madpanda75 - thank you! For summer bingo: pool sex. CW: language, oral sex (m & f receiving), finger fucking, Bryan raw doggin’ it again, some degradation language but they know it’s part of the scene and get off on it.

AN: No Connie this time! Domestic dad!Bryan, fluff and smut.

WC: 2.5K

After the events at the fourth of July party, Bryan thought it was necessary to take you and the children on a weekend staycation. He took time off work, dumping a lot on the poor associates and paralegals and took you all to Evenaston beach, one of the beaches part of Illinois. The beach was fond to him - he had many childhood memories there. He had hoped you would like it as much as he did and make some new memories. Connie never seemed to appreciate it, always too worried about working on her tan than anything else.

You had packed a picnic basket, with items that appealed to child and adult alike. You made sure the children were slathered with sunblock and helped them with building sandcastles. Bryan promised he wouldn’t be on his phone, but occasionally he had to after an associate made a major gaffe.

Bryan didn’t mind too much because he got to focus on you romping along the beach in your swimsuit. Part of him couldn’t wait to get you back home and out of that swimsuit. After eating, you decided to lay down and get some sun. You propped yourself on one side and lowered your sunglasses. “Would you mind getting my back?”

Bryan nodded and got up from his chair to kneel against you. He squeezed out a dollop of sunblock and rubbed his hands together before rubbing the lotion on you. Even a simple domestic act like that caused you to shiver in delight. You didn’t miss how he undid the top strings of your swimsuit, causing your top to fall onto the blanket. The sides of your breasts peaked but you still remained covered since you were on a blanket.

“Mr. Kneef, what are you playing at?” You asked, rising up slightly - but not enough to flash anyone. The kids were playing with another kid a couple of yards over. Bryan didn’t respond, instead choosing to discreetly pinch your ass.

***

The fun in the sun eventually ended. The whole day was nearly spent at the beach. There was a stop made at an old-fashioned ice cream parlor, where the kids loaded up on ice cream and toppings. You made sure to lock eyes with Bryan as you slowly licked the ice cream cone, enjoying the look he gave you in return. The kids were sound asleep as soon as they were in the car. They were clearly worn out from the sun and saltwater.

Once home, you and Bryan put the kids to bed. Bryan went to the bathroom and you made way to the kitchen. You poured a glass of wine and downed it. As you were pouring yourself another glass of wine, Bryan approached you from behind. Your hair was off your neck and he pulled you to him as he nuzzled your neck.The bristle of his beard against that sensitive spot on your neck made you into instant putty.

“Want to take this upstairs?” Bryan murmured. You could feel his hard cock against your ass. All day the two of you played with silent but flirty cues and you were both more than ready to take further action.

“Ugh, I’m all sandy from the beach still.” You whined.

“Well, we can take care of that outside.” Bryan murmured, before nipping on your ear. He spun you so you faced the pool. After a beat, he continued. “Y’know… I saw you that night.”

“What night?” You asked curiously.

“You were in the kitchen while I was doing laps. I came out of the pool, wasn’t wearing my suit.” Bryan replied, letting you go. He walked towards the entrance that led to outside and took off his shirt. Seeing his well defined back, made you salivate.

“You did?”

Bryan nodded. “By the time I got back here you were long gone.”

You felt your cheeks burn. “I--”

“I had to go to my room and relieve myself after.” Bryan continued, interrupting you. “God, you turn me on so much.”

Bryan let out a groan as he lewdly rubbed himself through his pants as he eyed you up and down.

“Oh yeah?” You countered with now found confidence, as you eyed the bulge straining against his shorts. “Tell me what you wanted to do.”

You whipped off your top, letting it fall into a heap. You lowered your shorts and stepped out of those. You walked towards Bryan, the rest of your bathing suit following. Bryan took you by the hand and led you outside to the pool. He let your hand go and went to remove the rest of his clothes.

Now equally naked, Bryan captured your lips into a searing kiss. His hand moved between your legs and stroked you. You let out a whimper in response.

“You’re so wet.” Bryan noted. He circled your clit, enjoying how wet you were becoming in response to his ministrations. “You’re wetter than the pool.” Bryan noted.

You kissed him again, tugging on his bottom lip. “If you want me, you’re going to have to catch me.” You gave him a playful smile and then jumped into the pool making a big splash. As you came back up to the surface, Bryan gave you a look. He jumped into the pool too and swam up to you. You let out a shriek as he spun you in the water.

Innocent play quickly turned naughty, as Bryan dipped his head to your tits. You held him in place as he mouthed your wet nipples, suckling. He used his free hand to roll and pinch your other nipple. You threw your head back, moaning in response. “Mmm, suck those tits.”

“I love how they fit in my mouth.” Bryan replied huskily as he released one. He moved to the other, giving it equal treatment. You pressed him even closer, nearly smothering him. Bryan hoisted you up and backed you against the wall, before hoisting you up to the edge of the pool. You spread your legs and pressed one knee to your chest, giving him plenty of access to your pussy.

Your thigh rested on his shoulders and he used his index and thumb to spread your lips farther apart. Bryan admired your pussy as it glistened under the overhead pool lights. Bryan’s breath was hot on your pussy, contrasting the cold air that surrounded you. He marked you with love bites and kisses along your thighs before diving into your folds. His tongue was warm and wet; you threw your head back as he licked a broad stripe along your folds from top to bottom before returning to settle on your clit. His tongue was firm, using the tip to flicker against it. You braved yourself on one hand and used your other hand to grip his wet hair tightly. “Just like that - oh fuck, yes Bryan, just like that!”

“Fuck, you taste delicious.” Bryan groaned, pausing against your pussy. He savored the flavor of your arousal on his tongue. He pulled your folds apart again and spat on your pussy, before delving back in, ravaging you. Pleasure coursed through you as he plunged his tongue inside of you, as far as he could. Your toes began to curl as your orgasm began to build.

Bryan paused to look up at you: eyes squeezed shut, your tits diamond hard and your fingers curled against the concrete, unable to really grip anything. He slid two fingers inside of you easily and began to pump them in and out of you. He then latched his tongue onto your clit, circling and flicking it.

You cried out, your orgasm continuing to build. When Bryan found that special spot inside of you, it was too much. You choked out Bryan’s name as your orgasm crested and crashed over you. Your juices, warm and wet, released from you and Bryan greedily lapped it up.

As you came down, Bryan released his mouth from your pussy with a wet squelch. He then hoisted himself up from out of the pool. You leaned forward and kissed him deeply, tasting yourself on him. “My turn.” You murmured.

You plopped yourself back into the water and turned to face Bryan. Your hands braced his thick muscular thighs as you lowered your mouth onto his monster cock. First you worshipped the head of his cock, swirling your tongue over it before flicking your tongue over the slit. There was a bead of pre-cum and it coated your tongue with its salty taste.

Bryan wrapped both of his hands into your hair, encouraging you to take more of his length. You gagged and sputtered until he hit the back of your throat, your nose brushed against the stubble of his pubic hair. You appreciated that Bryan took the care to keep himself nice and trimmed. His cock felt heavy in your mouth. He held you there, relishing in the feel of your warm mouth around his cock. He released you and you came up for air briefly. You kicked your lips and spat in your hand to help jack him. Bryan watched you intently as you engulfed him in the wet heat of your mouth. You drew your nails gently along the skin on the tops of his thighs, feeling his muscles twitch beneath you, which only heightened his pleasure.

Bryan grunted and groaned as you bobbed on his cock, humming and hollowing your cheeks as you did so. “Fuck yeah… suck daddy’s cock.”

You came up to give your jaw a break and looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. You bit your lip as you jacked him. “I’m your little cockslut.” You cooed. “Your cock feels so good in my mouth. I can’t wait until you fuck my tight little pussy with it.”

Bryan yanked the top of your hair, tilting your gaze. “Is that what you want? To get fucked by my cock?”

“Mmm-hmm, please fuck me daddy.”

Bryan let out a growl as he released your hair. “I love it when you beg me. Shows me how much of a dirty slut you are for my cock.”

“Please daddy, only you can make my pussy feel good.” You shamelessly begged, playing into the scene.

“Turn around so I can fuck you. You’ve been such a good girl today. You deserve to be rewarded with my cock.”

You bent over slightly and stuck your ass out. Your hands gripped the tiled wall. Bryan wasted no time, getting behind you. He dragged the head of his cock up and down your slick heat, gathering your essence, then pushed the crown into you before withdrawing and then sliding all the way into the hilt. You let out a gasp at the wanted intrusion. He began to pick up the pace of this thrusts, the water sloshing around.

One hand gripped your hip tightly as the other grabbed the wet flesh of your ass tightly.

“Fuck, fuck! Yes, don’t stop!” You cried out.

“Take that cock.” Bryan commanded as he watched his cock slide in and out of you.

“Oh, oh, yes, oh God!”

“Your pussy is so good princess. I’m going to fill you up with my come.”

“Yes, yes, please! I want it!” You cried out in response. Your walls fluttered around his cock and Bryan began to really slam into you. You were certain you’d feel it come morning. You reached down and began to run haphazard circles on your clit. You let out a whine as you came hard against his cock.

“That’s it darling,” Bryan grunted as his hips slammed into you. Your pussy squeezed his cock. “Yes, darling, just like that. Milk that cock.”

“Give it to me, fill me up.” You begged as Bryan drew you repeatedly over his length, now chasing his own release.

Bryan’s cock kicked and he let out a grunt as he came inside of you.

As he stilled, Bryan pulled you flush against him and turned your head back for a kiss as he played with your tits. You reached down and released his cock from you and then turned around to wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him once more.

“Mmmm are we still sandy?” Bryan asked.

“No, all better now.” You murmured. “Let’s go rinse off and take this back to the bedroom. Maybe I'll even let you fuck me in the ass." You knew this was a weak spot for Bryan.

“After you.” Bryan purred as you led him up the pool steps. As you walked up, he slapped your ass which caused you to squeal and lead him on a chase into the house and back into his bedroom.

Fin.

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