#brian kneef x you

[thatesqcrush]

Fall From Grace, Pt. 10.5

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

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

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

WC: 4K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanna throat fuck me til I cry?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bry… oh fuck! Gonna come!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled at him before opening your mouth wide.

***

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

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

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

“Jesus Christ.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I— 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“In bed,” Rachel cut off.

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let me see.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

Bryan arched a brow. “Prove it.”

“Pick a topic - anything.”

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

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

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

Rachel and you have each other knowing glances.

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

Bryan smiled. “That’s impressive.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Or.”

FIN.

[adarafaelbarba]

So as mentioned in my previous post about this bingo, my birthday is next month. And for that occasion I wanted to host another bingo! Like my last bingo in October 2021, this one will have moodboards to the squares. You don’t have to use them, but they’re there for inspiration, and can also be used in your fics as a “cover” if you’d like 🥰 I’m gonna have the moodboards up before the bingo starts on Monday 17th of January 😅

here are some rules:

1. It’ll start on January 17th and ends on February 17th at Midnight (Norwegian time)

2. Write one, ten or all of the fics. But don’t feel like you have to write them, this is a fun little writing exercise

3. You can write a head canon, ficlet, multi-chapter (one moodboard/square per fic) or a one shot. But please, if it’s longer than 500 words, put it under read more.

4. The fics can be fluff, smut, angst, etc if you feel like they would fit with the aesthetic of the moodboard you write for. Please remember to tag the fics with the right warnings before posting it.

5. Tag me when you post it, so I can keep tracks of the fics that are posted for this challenge and use the hashtag: #adarafaelbarbabirthdaybingo

6. Characters allowed (reader insert, oc, ships)

SVU:

Rafael Barba

Sonny Carisi

Mike Dodds

Nick Amaro

Peter Stone

Odafin “Fin” Tutuola

Alex Cabot

Casey Novak

Olivia Benson

Amanda Rollins

Rita Calhoun

Kat Tamin

Elizabeth Donnelly

Other Raúl Esparza Characters:

Jackson Neill

Nevada Ramirez

Jonas Nightingale

Bryan Kneef

Frederick Chilton

Paul Mendelsohn

911 / 911 Lone Star:

Evan Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Maddie Buckley

Chimney

Hen Wilson

Bobby Nash

Athena Grant

Owen Strand

T.K. Strand

Grace Ryder

Judd Ryder

Marjan Marwani

Paul Strickland

Carlos Reyes

Tommy Vega

Mayans MC:

Miguel Galindo

Angel Reyes

Ez Reyes

Bishop Losa

Emily Thomas

Coco Cruz

One Chicago:

Matt Casey

Kelly Severide

Brian «Otis» Zvonecek

Joe Cruz

Stella Kidd

Gabby Dawson

Violet Mikami

Sylvie Brett

Emily Foster

Jessica Chilton

Gianna Mackey

Evan Hawkins

Jay Halstead

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Erin Lindsay

Hailey Upton

Vanessa Rojas

Sean Roman

Kim Burgess

Connor Rhodes

Ethan Choi

Will Halstead

April Sexton

Crockett Marcel

Jeff Clarke

A Discovery of Witches:

Baldwin Montclair (Trystan and Peter’s version, but specify it 😅)

Matthew de Clermont

Marcus Whitmore

Diana Bishop

Miriam Shepard

Domenico

Sophie Norman

Nathaniel Wilson

Gallowglass

Satu Järvinen

Juliette Durand

Phoebe Taylor

Hamish Osborn

Chris Roberts

Ransome Fayrweather

Outlander:

Ian Murray

Frank Randall

Jamie Fraser

Clair Fraser

Briana Fraser Randall

Roger Mackenzie

Fergus Fraser

Marsali Fraser

Jenny Fraser

Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts:

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Newt Scamander

Young Dumbledore

Kingsman:

Eggsy Unwin

Roxy Morton

Harry Hart

Merlin

Charlie Hesketh

Percival

Lancelot / James Spencer

Ginger

Whiskey

Tequila

Characters from the King’s Men

MCU:

Thor Odinson

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Dr. Bruce Banner / Hulk

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

Sam Wilson / Falcon / Captain America

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

Dr. Stephen Strange / Dr. Strange

T’Challa / Black panther (rip Chadwick 🥺)

Shaun / Shang-Chi

Xialing

Wenwu

Wong

Peter Parker / Spiderman (Tom, Toby or Andrew. But specify it 😅)

Clint Barton / Hawkeye

Wade Wilson / Deadpool

Scott Lang (Ant-Man)

Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel

Baron Helmut Zemo

Yelena Belova

Monica Rambeau

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

Charles Xavier / Professor X

Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto

Druig

Makkari

Dane

Thena

Sersi

Ikaris

Ajak

Gilgamesh

Kingo

Phastos

Note: If there’s a character/fadom not listed, feel free to DM me.

7. No RPF/real person fic. No underage character (includes reader/ocs)

8. Please signal boost this post, regardless if you participate or not

9. Most important! Have fun! 🥰 Feel free to dm me with any questions or concerns

[angelicdestieldemon]

Doppleganger (NSFW)

SHIP: Brian Kneef x Carmen (SVU)

Request: Carmen being in love with Barba but when he leaves she turns to Kneef

Carmen Noble had one rule: keep her personal and professional life separate. It wasn’t always easy, but she managed until she met Rafael Barba.

She had never been interested in her the lawyers she assisted, they were all the same – arrogant, self-important, thought themselves above the assistants, paralegal and interns. Rafael was different though. Her job at a law firm was becoming more and more uncomfortable, her boss’s lecherous looks down her blouses made her want to cover up; sometimes he would call her into his office just to remind himself she was at his beck and call. So, when a friend, Caroline, informed her of a personal assistant’s position with a lawyer in the DA’s office in Brooklyn she jumped at the chance to apply, anything was better than where she currently was.

She did her research though in advance, wanting to know what she was about to get herself in for. Rafael Barba was a first-generation Cuban American who came from the Bronx, got himself a full-ride scholarship to Harvard and then came back to the city working his way up to Brooklyn SVU. With a reputation of being arrogant, sarcastic and a pain in the ass, she almost didn’t apply, but Caroline did her best to reassure her.

“I’m not saying he’s not a dick, god knows he can be, he focuses on maintaining his status as the best prosecutor in the city with the highest conviction-rate. But unlike a lot of the guys here, he’s never tried it on with anyone in the office, if you don’t like him you can find someone else - once you’re in the building, it’s easier to transfer to someone else.”

So, she applied and when she got an interview, Caroline helped her prepare. He’s more attractive than the pictures online portray, his well-fitted suits and brightly coloured ties let her know he’s confident in his appearance. She tries not to smile when he hangs his suit jacket over the back of his chair and she sees matching suspenders that he somehow manages to pull off, Caroline had told her he wore them as well as a belt but the hadn’t believed her.

The interview goes rather well, he seems impressed with her CV and references, and even comments that she might be a little over-qualified for an assistant. Not once does he stare at her chest or enquire into her personal life other than subjects concerning the job.

“Why do you want to leave your current position?” He asks, looking directly at her.

She smiles politely and answers: “I’d like a new challenge; I’ve worked primarily in law firms, but I’d like to be involved on the prosecution side of the law for a change.”

He doesn’t even blink, “What’s the real reason?”

Carmen doesn’t know how to respond to that, having expected him to just accept the half answer and not really care about her reasons for changing jobs.

“Today is the first day in a long time that I’ve been able to wear a blouse that doesn’t button all the way up, every time I wear them to my current job my boss stares down them,” she answers more truthfully than she intended, there is something about Rafael that makes her feel like the truth is the best answer for him.

She sees a flash of anger in his eyes but other than that he doesn’t react.

“When can you start?”

Working for Rafael was as hard as Caroline had warned, he is very specific in the way he wants things done, and the order she should do them, his calendar is always full, and it takes a while for her to learn how to schedule his meetings to make his day easier. Meetings with Rita Calhoun are always in the morning as she likes to drag them into his lunch or arrive early to interrupt him eating. Buchanan is always at the end of the day leaving it the most likely meeting to get rescheduled. Everyone else fits somewhere in between.

A few weeks in she realises that if she doesn’t remind him to eat, he’d exist solely on coffee and pretzels, so she takes note of his regular orders from various takeaways and has it delivered when she can give him time to eat.

They work well together, he doesn’t leer or make suggestive comments, his arrogance is plain as day, but she can see a lot of it is a front to survive in the office. He avoids gossip and focuses on doing his job which she can appreciate, and he sends her home hours before he does, only letting her stay late if he really needs her there or she wants the overtime.

It doesn’t take long for the lines to blur though. Unlike all the people she has worked for before Rafael doesn’t show any interest in sleeping with her. If it was anyone else, she wouldn’t be complaining but she can see Rafael being a man she would break her rule for, but he doesn’t look at her like that or anyone for that matter. She knows almost nothing about his private life other than he is single but even then, she has no idea what he likes, he never goes on dates and she would know as he puts everything on his calendar including visits to his mum and grandmother.

When he moves to the Manhattan DA’s office, he takes her with him and gives her a bonus which she appreciates and then he meets Sonny, and everything changes. She can see the way he looks at the detective and she realises she never had a chance. It hurts more than she expected it to when he starts dating Sonny, but she’s also happy for him, he deserves someone who makes him smile like a love-sick idiot.

Even with the revelation of his sexuality she can’t stop the dreams she has at night, they started in Brooklyn, getting more explicit the longer they worked together and now it’s not even a possibility.

When he leaves the DA’s office after being cleared of a murder charge, she asks him where he’s going, he hugs her for the first time, and she feels guilty for enjoying the embrace but then he pulls away, kisses her cheek and wishes her luck in whatever she chooses to do now.

“Rafael!” She shouts after him, he turns. “Give me a call when you decide to come back, I don’t like the new guy.” He gives her a watery smile and walks away.

Carmen mopes for weeks after he’s gone to the point where Caroline appears at her apartment one night with a bottle of wine and ice cream.

“Ok, times up! You’re going to tell me what’s wrong, we’re going to get drunk and eat ice cream until you’re happy again,” she tells her, walking through the doorway before Carmen can stop her.

Carmen doesn’t have the will power or energy to resist and tells her everything.

“Oh honey… you need to get laid,” Carmen almost falls off the sofa at that.

“I tell you that I fell in love with my boss, he turns out to be gay and leaves and you’re only reaction is to tell me I need to have sex?” Even if she wasn’t drunk, she’s be confused by her friend’s logic.

“What you need is to get over him. I’ll bet my Christmas bonus that you haven’t had sex since before you became his assistant…” Caroline raises her eyebrows in challenge.

Carmen doesn’t grace her with a reply, instead taking a sip of wine straight from the bottle.

“I knew it, the only sex you’ve had is in your dreams, so on Friday you are going out and you’re getting laid.”

Carmen grabs the nearest pillow to groan into.

Friday comes fast than it should, and Carmen finds herself in a bar, with fairly decent music and a crowd closer to her own age if not older. It’s not as crude as the clubs’ Caroline wanted to drag her too, she was in no mood to have her eardrums battered by terrible music with nothing but a heavy bassline or have college kids trying to get into her pants with cheesy pick-up lines.

Carmen is taking a glance around the room when she spots him. She almost chokes on her drink at the sight of a man looking almost exactly like Rafael. She knows it’s not him, but the stranger looks so much like her old boss that she almost forgets it’s not him.

He has a thick dark beard, a few grey hairs here and there but not enough for him to look old just distinguished. He wears a suit well and from working with Rafael she knows it costs a lot of money. He catches her looking and she doesn’t glance away for a vital few seconds before dragging away her gaze to her drink, wondering if he’ll take the hint.

He does.

The stranger carries his drink over to her, taking the empty seat next to her, moving it closer in a bold move she would otherwise find off-putting, but his resemblance to Rafael gives him a little leeway, not that he knows it.

“Can I buy you a drink?” God, he even sounds like him.

Carmen mulls over the question, drinking the last of her red wine. The whole point of tonight was to get Rafael off her mind, would letting this stranger take her home help or hinder that objective she doesn’t know but she’s tempted to throw all caution to the wind and let him have his way with her.

He has an air of danger about him, nothing that would set alarm bells off but there’s definitely something about him that warns her he’s not as kind as Rafael but maybe that’s what she needs.

“Is that all you want, to buy me a drink?” She responds with her own question, trying her best to play this cool and not come across over eager, he’s around the same age as Rafael which makes him at roughly ten to fifteen years older than her.

He responds with a wicked grin, and she feels her stomach tingle with a warmth no other man has been able to ignite since she met Rafael.

“What I want is to see you writhing with pleasure in my bed,” he answers, and that flush of warmth becomes a fire, her underwear beginning to dampen.

She shouldn’t enjoy the filth he then whispers in her ear, laughing darkly when she grasps the wrist of his hand that’s gripping her upper thigh.

Everything after that it a bit of a blur, she learns his name is Brian and he is a lawyer from Chicago, just moved to his firms New York office. But she hardly cares, he’s everything she needs, his looks helping her fulfil her fantasies and his polar opposite personality helping her remember why she’s doing this, other than the effect his words have on her body.

He doesn’t bother with the unnecessary formalities other than to tell her that this isn’t the start of a beautiful relationship and that if she’s here it’s for sex and nothing else, that it ends when she leaves the apartment.

After that he pushes her down on the bed, taking off his suit jacket, leaving him in an expensive white shirt before he locks their mouths in a kiss that’s so dirty and hot, she almost climaxes then and there. Every move he makes is dominating but when she pushes back, he yields until she hands back the control.

He removes her dress and bra but leaves her underwear on, his fingers toying with the material as he lavishes attention on her breasts, he sucks on the skin of the valley between her breasts, his eyes meeting hers as he sucks and nips harder and harder, when she doesn’t stop him, he works on a mark, soothing the sting with his tongue before leaving another mark just above the hem of her panties.

The minute his mouth touches her bare centre she stops thinking, her mind completely overcome with the pleasure his tongue and fingers are invoking.  He works her to her breaking point again and again until she’s trying to grind down on his face in frustration.

“Now, now, be a good girl for daddy, you don’t come until I say so,” he grins darkly at her frustration.

Carmen has never wanted to call a man daddy in bed, anyone who has attempted it with her ended up making her laugh until the mood was killed but with Brian, she doesn’t laugh, if anything she almost comes at the word, much to her dismay Brian notices.

“Do you like that? Do you want to be daddy’s good girl?” If it wasn’t for his thumb still circling her swollen clit, she would leave but she can’t help the voice in her head crying out to be wanted by this man and if he wants her to call him daddy, she can’t bring herself to object.

“Please daddy, I’ll be good.” If she wasn’t so turned on, she’d cringe but she secretly enjoys the effect it has on him, his eyes flutter and his tongue pokes out to taste her on his lips.

He strips her of her panties and rids himself of his clothing until they’re both completely bare of any boundaries and she can see his intimidating length, he’s thick and long and she worries about being able to walk home.

“Don’t worry baby, daddy’s going to take care of you, I’ll make you scream for all the right reasons.”

Brian pushes her legs wide open holding them up by locking them around his elbows. The initial stretch burns a little, but he takes it slow and stimulates her clit until all she can feel is the pleasurable sensation of being completely filled. After that, he’s rough in his thrusts, adjusting her for his own pleasure, his length drags along her sweet spot almost every time and every time he changes position she almost screams at the new stimulation.

They end up with her back to his chest, kneeling on the bed, her legs spread as far open as they can go, one of his hands locked around her waist and other gripping her neck but not squeezing.

“That’s it, tighten that sweet little pussy up for me, I want to feel every pulse of your walls as they clench around my cock,” his words are filthy in all the right ways, every one sending a pulse through her core until finally her coil snaps.

Her whole body tightens as pleasure rocks her down on to him, she feels herself clench down on his length until she can feel every vein on his cock as he comes, releasing his grip around her waist to grab her hips and drive himself through his orgasm milking every wrought of pleasure out of her body before pulling out.

Carmen is still shaking when he returns from the bathroom, she doesn’t expect him to care, but he brings her some water and sugary sweets. Pulling her into his arms and sitting her in his lap he whispers soothing words and strokes his hands softly up her back and down her arms until the tremors stop.

“Rougher than you’re used to?” His voice returns to normal, no longer talking to her like a spooked animal or child.

She nods her head, moving to get off his lap, feeling embarrassment at what happened.

“Stay. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” His grip tightens around her and she curses the feeling of warmth in the pit of her stomach already trying to ignite again, this side of him is closer to Rafael, the caring attitude.

“You told me no feelings, just sex,” she counters, wondering where that side of him went.

“No offence sweetheart, this isn’t feelings, this is aftercare. This isn’t nearly as rough as I’m used to but if this is the hardest you’ve been fucked then you’re going to need a chance to calm back down again. If you still want to leave in half an hour that’s fine but you need to sort your head out first,” Carmen nods reluctantly, leaning back into him again.

She’d heard of aftercare before, but she always thought it was for really rough sex or ‘scenes’. But she understands what he means, her partners have always been gentle which she always thought was nice, but none of anything she experienced compared to what just happened. Her whole body felt like it exploded, the pleasure her invoked made her scream, going back to before didn’t seem all that appealing.

She remembers what he said earlier though: this ends when you leave the apartment. Her immediate thought makes her shiver, and his hand continues in the soothing motions on her skin.

“You said this ends when I leave your apartment,” she begins, looking up at him, his eyebrow quirking up in either amusement or intrigue.

“I’m not back to work until Monday…” he responds to her un-sked question.

Is this what she wants? To spend her weekend writhing in pleasure with a man who looks like the man she was in love with for years. She already knows the answer, even if it’s not the smartest decision she’ll make, she’ll take what she can get.

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In Another Time, Ch. 5

Bryan Kneef x Reader. CW: language, recollection of prior smut. WC: 2.1K

Last time on In Another Time...

When Bryan woke up the following morning, he called for you before fully opening his eyes. When you didn’t respond, he sat up and looked around. He was somewhere else entirely different. He was acutely aware of the sound of a monitor beeping in the background. He looked down and realized he was in a hospital gown and that was when he noticed the plastic bracelet wrapped around his wrist with his identifying information.

Bryan wasn’t even aware you were in the corner, your arms crossed, along with your legs. When you spoke, he turned to where you were. His eyes grew wide with realization.

“Welcome back to the real world asshole. Shame you didn’t die.”

**

“What - what’s going on?” Bryan asked confusedly. He pushed off the thick white hospital blanket with his legs and sat straighter. He looked at his hands - there was no thick wedding band before looking over at you, trying to get a glimpse of your hand.

“Marissa told me about your recent fall. And I had to see it for myself.” You replied, standing.

Bryan took in your full appearance. You were in jeans and a tank top, with a loose sweater. You looked worn, with dark circles under your eyes.

“I almost didn’t believe Marissa until I arrived here.” You began to pace the length of the room. “The great Bryan Kneef and not a single visitor who cared enough to visit or send a card.”

Bryan looked around - you were right. There were no flowers, no get-well cards, no balloons, no anything. The room was entirely void of anything, except for a pitcher of water on the over bed table.

“When I got here, the nurse told me that I was the only one who had bothered to visit.” You laughed in derision. “So sad.”

You stood and began to pace the room. “Why should anyone be surprised though? You’re an asshole. You lack complete empathy for anyone but yourself.”

Bryan watched you quietly as you continued with your verbal lashing. He thought about his coma dream… journey of his future… whatever you wanted to call it. Shame and guilt filled him as you called him out for every wrong he had committed.

“You don’t see us as people - you saw us as cogs in a machine. Heaven forbid if you showed even an ounce of gratitude! Do you know how much I gave up - the staff gave up in order to do your bidding? Don’t get me wrong, I understand working for a big corporate firm means long hours but Jesus Christ, we’re on a rotation because no one can stand working for you for extended periods of time!”

Bryan swallowed hard, his stomach knotting. “So fucking inconsiderate!” You ranted. When you turned to Bryan, your eyes were flashing with fury. Your face was red, your eyes watery with unshed tears.

“And then, it’s not enough to fire me,” you continued. “You had to humiliate me in front of my friends! My colleagues! Did that make you feel good? Is that what gets you off?”

You stopped pacing and stood in front of him with your hands on your hips.

Bryan waited a beat before speaking. He pointed his finger at you and then at himself. “Are you done?”

You scoffed in reaction. “That’s what you’re taking away? You can’t even muster a fucking apology? Even if you don’t mean it?”

Bryan held a hand up. “That’s not what I meant. If you could just sit and let me—“

You marched over to the chair and grabbed your purse. “No. I am done here. You really are an asshole.”

Bryan wracked his brain to say something - anything - to keep you from leaving. The normally loquacious litigator was at a loss for words and watched as you left.

**

Weeks had passed and Bryan Kneef was the furthest thing in your mind. You collected unemployment while trying to find work, while also filling out applications for law school. Though Chicago was home, you realized this was a rare opportunity to pick up and leave - the world was your oyster. You chose schools all over the country - no school was off limits in your mind.

You were knee deep in application hell when you realized you needed letters of recommendation. You gathered some from other attorneys but it was Marissa who encouraged you to reach out to Bryan.

“Look, it’s the least he could do for you given everything.” Marissa advised, as she picked at her lunch.

“I don’t know Marissa. I can’t take being humiliated again.”

Marissa shook her head. “I doubt he’d do that after you gave him a piece of your mind.”

You thought carefully as you chewed your lunch. “What would I even say?”

“Give me your phone. I’ll write the email.” Marissa replied, extending her hand. When you hesitated, she closed and opened her fist repeatedly. “Give me!”

You let out an irritated sigh as you reluctantly handed over your phone. “I get to see what you wrote before you hit send.”

Marissa rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, give it to me.”

Dear Mr. Kneef,

I hope you are well! I am in the process of submitting law school applications. Part of the application process requires a letter of recommendation from someone who can effectively elaborate on my work habits, skills and achievements. Based on our history, I am sure you can help provide an effective, honest, and detailed letter on my behalf.

Thank you for your time and efforts on my behalf.

Sincerely, Y/N

“Done!” Marissa announced.

“Let me see.” You replied, reaching out for your phone.

“Oops, sleight of hand. Already hit send.” Marissa shrugged as she sipped her drink.

“Marissa!” You shrieked in disbelief. “How could you?”

“It’ll be fine. Just you wait.” Marissa replied, with a roll of her eyes.

**

Bryan returned to work, no big hoorahs at him being in the office again. There were a few welcome back emails and mentions in passing, but he wasn’t fawned on as he might have thought he would have been previously.

He was surprised when he saw the email that came from you. He read it - and then re-read it. And then he read it two more times. He debated instantly replying and actually hit reply but then he deleted his response. He wanted to ruminate on his reply.

He flagged the email as important and then resumed reviewing the brief in front of him.

**

The email reply came a week later. Bryan had agreed under one condition - which you thought was pretty ballsy, all things considered - to meet with you face to face. You acquiesced the request under your condition that it was in a neutral place - somewhere public.

It surprised you when Bryan picked a coffee house not far from your apartment. A time was agreed upon. Both you and Bryan faced many sleepless nights until the day had arrived.

It was another rainy day in Chicago. You dashed across the street, against the light. A car honked at you, but you ignored them, your rain boots splashing in the puddles as you darted past.

When you pushed open the door of the coffee house, with rustic, yet, chic vibes, you were relieved that Bryan wasn’t there. You chose a table by a window and then ordered a cup of tea for yourself. You couldn’t help but watch every passerby, wondering when Bryan would show.

When he did finally show, he looked around, his eyes darting towards the back, looking for you. He shrugged off his jacket and made way to the counter. You watched Bryan talk with the barista for a bit. While he waited for his drink, Bryan turned around and his eyes met yours. Seeing those eyes settle on your face, your heart began to thump hard in your chest and your pulse quickened. Your mouth suddenly felt dry and your hands began to feel clammy. He straightened up and walked over to you.

Bryan began to walk over, but his name was called so he turned to grab his drink. He almost half-expected to find you gone once he turned around. He was relieved when he saw you still there. You were no longer focused on him, instead turning your focus on your phone.

He walked over to you, his legs feeling like he was trudging through molasses.

“Good morning - thanks for meeting with me.” Bryan replied, as he pulled his chair to sit across from you.

“Whatever you have to say, just spit it out.” You replied, as you turned over your phone.

Bryan furrowed his brow. The little speech he had practiced on the way over seemed trite and inauthentic.

With a sigh, he began. “I’m sorry." Now he'd said that, it seemed easier to go on. He looked into your eyes, brazening out your hostile, expectant gaze. The apology hadn't softened you at all. You were just waiting for more. He sighed once more. "I'm sorry I fired you, that wasn't fair, your work has always been excellent."

You raised your eyebrows and he realized you wanted more than a professional assessment. "I'm sorry for everything. I just wanted the machine to run efficiently…"

"So we are just cogs to you?" You looked incredulous. He shook his head, trying to find the right words.

"No. I don't mean that. It's not a machine and you - none of you - are just cogs. Especially not you. I shouldn't have treated you like shit. I was having a bad day and I just lost my temper."

"And that's it? You lost your cool and I'm supposed to get over it? Sure, if it was a one time thing - but it wasn’t. You have treated us like shit for years.”

Bryan looked frustrated. "I don't know what you expect from me. I apologized. I've told you you're a valued employee."

"Is this what HR told you to say?" For all his words, Bryan didn't really look sorry. He looked surprised to find himself with anything to apologize for. "Well, thank you for valuing me, Mr. Kneef."

"I thought of it myself, and it's a genuine apology. Take it or leave it." His jaw set firm. Stubborn. "But I do mean it."

“Whatever.” You muttered as you reached over to your bag. You pulled out a hodgepodge of colored folders. “This. Is what I need from you.”

You thrusted the stack towards Bryan, who immediately began to go through them. “You are applying to schools all over I see.”

“Yup.” You replied, your lips punctuating the ‘p.’ “Getting the fuck out of here.”

Bryan furrowed his brow. “You do have an application though to Northwestern.”

You shrugged. “Yeah, well I wanted to keep my options open in case I changed my mind.”

You reached for your tea, your hand wrapped around the mug. Your nails were painted a delicate color and the image of your hand wrapped around his cock went through Bryan’s mind. He sucked in a breath and blinked rapidly, trying to regain focus.

“I’ll email when I am done with them.” Bryan replied. You looked at Bryan with a pointed look. He took a large gulp of his coffee while nodding. “You have my word. I won’t write anything that is less than supportive.”

“Then we’re done here.” You replied. You stood and grabbed your things. “Give my regards to everyone at the office.”

Bryan watched as you left the shop, your figure growing smaller and smaller until you rounded the corner and were gone. He rubbed his face tiredly before grabbing the files and leaving as well.

**

It took Bryan longer than he cared to admit to finish all of the recommendations you had asked for. He’d begin to write and then delete everything half way through and then start over again. Eventually they were all done and there was a tremendous weight lifted off of him.

He hadn’t expected to hear from you after all was said and done. Months went by without a word from you. But it was a random dreary Tuesday afternoon when an email from you popped into his inbox. Bryan was in the middle of a call when it showed up.

“I’ll have to call you back.” Bryan stated quickly before hanging up the phone. He swallowed hard; the email evoked feelings of consternation.

I got in. -Y/N

Bryan replied to your email quickly, offering congratulations as well as asking which school/s and if you had decided where you were going.

You never replied back. To say Bryan was disappointed, was the understatement of the year.

TBC.

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Team Bonding

Bryan Kneef x Reader. NSFW. Warnings: dub-con, because he’s her superior. Oral sex, vaginal fingering, and fisting. Yes. You read that right. Also squirting. You have been warned. Oh, and this covers ice-skating in my naughty & nice bingo. This is most definitely naughty. 

WC: 2.8K

***

“Bryan Kneef doesn’t do ice skating.” A voice boomed from down the hall.

“Stop referring to yourself in third-person you psycho.” You rolled your eyes as you headed towards the voice. You paused in front of a decorative mirror in the empty law firm and rubbed lip balm over your lips.

“I told you, Bryan Kneef doesn’t do ice skating.”

You rubbed your lips together, and then made way to the lobby, finding the acerbic head of litigation at STR Laurie, sitting in a chair, with a scowl on his face. Which, lets face it, was nothing new for Bryan Kneef.

“Look, I know this is the last thing you wanted to be doing. But your bosses up there, wanted to make the transition with Reddick Boseman smooth.” You pointed towards the ceiling and then pointed back down. “It’s not my fault we got paired up together. You said I could choose what we got to do. I chose ice skating.”

You walked past him and hit the button, calling for the elevator. You crossed your arms and began tapping your foot, irritated. “Well?”

Bryan glowered and then stood. “Fine.”

**

When STR Laurie announced that they wanted to do a team building exercise with Reddick Boseman & Lockhart, you were less than thrilled. The last thing you wanted to do was spend more time with work on your weekend. Especially when you were paired with Bryan. You were not blind, the man was fucking gorgeous and he cropped up in many a fantasy with your battery operated boyfriend. However, his attitude left much to be desired. He would work you and the rest of the paralegal department to the bone. You knew from his bio on the firm website, that he started himself as a paralegal upon graduating from Northwestern Law – you figured he’d be cognizant of how to treat junior staff, probably having been through it himself. Instead, he chose to continue the cycle of asshole treatment. Bryan tried to get out of it himself, but his own boss Gavin Firth told him to make nice and take part – especially if he wanted to keep leading the litigation department and not give it to Diane. Backed into a corner, Bryan reluctantly agreed.

Initially, he had hoped he would be paired with a fellow colleague who he would be able to convince to blow off this event and hit high end bar with. And if not that, he had hoped it was the blonde secretary with big tits two floors down that he could wham, bam, thank you ma’am and then move on from. Instead – he got stuck with you – the mousy senior paralegal. He knew who were – he knew who everyone was. You had worked with him on a few cases before. You were very good at your job but otherwise, left little to the imagination with your baggy, shapeless sacks of dresses and frumpy sweaters. There was no desire for him to try to get under your skirt. Not when there was a bevvy of women and men he could have, just a dial away.

As the elevator went down, Bryan chose to study your profile. Though you were bundled up to the hilt in a white puffer coat and burgundy hat, he could still see your long lashes and lush lips that had a sheen from whatever you put on them. His nose caught the barest whiff of perfume and he had to admit that it smelled lovely. The elevator landed and you walked out first. He was surprised to see a shapely ass under the dark denim fitted jeans you wore.

STR was close to Millennium Park. You both made way through to the ice skating rink, barely a word between you. You were meeting a few other STR/Boseman colleagues and friends from your department who were already there. Bryan paid for the skating rental and soon enough you were both on the ice. You skated towards your friends with ease, leaving the attorney behind, gripping the sides. A look of panic was on his face as he tried to maintain balance. You turned around and let out a derisive laugh before skating back towards him, offering your hand.

“Is the big bad lawyer afraid of a little ice?” You mocked.

“Shut up and leave me alone. I am here, aren’t I? Go back to your friends and go take your pictures. Make fun of me all you want. Come Monday, I am going to bury you all with doc production.” Bryan sneered.

You skated closer to him and offered your hand once more. “Come on, it’s not that hard – watch me.” You stood next to him. “Your knees should always stay slightly bent. That position lowers your center of gravity, stabilizing you. It also helps you to skate without falling. Also, you should always have your weight positioned over your skating leg. One time you’re skating on the right leg, and the next moment on the left one. Every time you switch legs, you must shift your weight so that it’s over the skating leg.”

You demonstrated what you had explained and then repeated it. Bryan looked at you like a deer in headlights. Your lips twitched into a small smile. “Give me your hand.”

Bryan sighed, his breath causing a small puff of air. “Fine.” He grunted and took your hand. Your hand and his hand were encased in gloves and you mourned the idea that you weren’t holding hands bare skin to bare skin. You skated easily and Bryan wobbled a bit behind, but managing to keep pace. However, at one point, another skater flew by catching Bryan off guard and he lost his balance, falling, bringing you down with him.

“Mother fucking cock sucker son of a bitch!” You swore loudly, rubbing the side of your left ankle. “Ugh, I think I twisted it, you jerk!” Tears pricked your eyes.

“You? How about me?” Bryan snapped. “I can’t even get stand up without falling down.”

“Boo hoo asshole.” Two of your friends helped you up and you tried to bear weight but found that you could not. You were helped off the ice and Bryan followed, clambering to get off the ice, using the wall of the rink to help him.

You winced as you remove the skate, examining your ankle. It was starting to swell and the area was tender to touch. Bryan sat next to you, removing his own skates as well.

“How bad is it?” You heard him ask. You looked at him. “It’s sprained.”

For a brief moment, he looked remorseful. And just as quickly as you blinked, it was gone. “I’ll get us a car; I’ll take you home.”

You cocked your brow. “Excuse me, I can get home on my own just fine.” And stubborn as you were, you tried to stand but let out a grimace of pain, plopping back onto the hard bench.

“Let me take you home.” Bryan replied.

“Wonderful.” You seethed. Bryan returned your skates, along with his and brought over you shoes. You smashed your foot into your sneaker as best you could. Bryan offered his arm and begrudgingly, you took it, and limped out of the park. The ride home was uneventful, again with barely any conversation. You hobbled up the stairs rather comically and it was Bryan’s turn to roll his eyes at your pathetic attempt. You yelped as he suddenly picked you up, bridal style.

“What’s your apartment?”

“2D.” You replied mournfully, feeling embarrassed and humiliated that you could barely manage to get around and now you were being carried like a baby. There was a small part of you, however, that squealed inwardly. You clutched onto Bryan, his body solid and warm. He smelled wonderful and you allowed yourself to pretend to be swept away by the handsome lawyer.

**

“I got it from here, you can put me down.” You insisted once you were both inside. You both took off your coats. Bryan swallowed hard – for all the mousy outfits you wore at work, today you wore a form fitting sweater, which showed off the dip of your hip and swells of your tits.

Bryan carefully set you down and sharp pain shot up your leg and you swore again. “Maybe you should see someone.”

“I’ll tape it and ice it,” you reassured Bryan. “I’ll be fine.” This earned you an exasperated sigh. “I will take some ibuprofen,” you added for good measure.

Bryan grumbled in French about you being stubborn as he made way through your apartment. “I heard that, and you’re one to talk,” you replied cheekily, surprising him that you knew another language. Bryan was further surprised at your modest, but overall modern apartment. He liked the exposed brick and thought your small Christmas tree with its large, vintage bulbs was tacky, but charming in a way. He went into your kitchen and rummaged through your freezer, before returning with a bag of frozen peas.

“Put this on your ankle.” Bryan ordered. You took the bag. You propped your ankle onto your coffee table and stuck the bag on. You looked up at him. “I’m good. You can go now – and don’t worry, I’ll be in on Monday. Thanks for the lift.”

Bryan nodded and turned away, making his way back down your hallway. As soon as he did, you attempted to stand and swore loudly once more. Bryan turned on the balls on his feet. “Christ, Y/N, at least wait ‘til I am gone.”

“Wha—hey!” You shouted as he picked you up again, this time over his shoulder, so you were face to his ass. He gave your ass a playful spank and made his way down your other hallway, looking for your bedroom. “Put me down!”

He found it fairly quickly and unceremoniously threw you onto your bed.

“Are you always this stubborn?” He asked, his hands on his hips. He eyed your bedroom. It was small, like the rest of your apartment.

“Are you always a pretentious asshole?” You asked. Finally, you couldn’t stand it any longer. “Why are you being nice to me?”

Bryan didn’t respond. Instead, he sat next to you. “I know everyone thinks I am an asshole.” You snorted and Bryan let out a defeated sigh. “Okay, so I am an asshole. But I am still a fucking person.”

“The devil has feelings?” You covered your mouth and then cringed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

Bryan shrugged. “For all the shit I do, yeah, I do.” He turned to you. “Look, I am sorry that I hurt your ankle. And maybe take Monday off – see a doctor. Don’t worry about it. I will make sure it doesn’t count against your PTO.”

You looked at him and you smiled. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

You were suddenly aware that Bryan was in your bedroom, on your bed. He looked debonair in his burgundy sweater and dark jeans. You could see the dark beard with the tiniest flecks of grey. When he began to massage your foot, you felt desire pool in your most intimate of parts.

“Bryan – I…” You swallowed hard. He looked up at you, his green eyes were intense and he gave the slightest nod to you. You leapt into his lap, ignoring the screaming pain of your ankle and kissed him. Bryan kissed you in return and slipped his tongue into your mouth, seeking and exploring. His hands were over your ass, grabbing at your flesh. He gave you a playful squeeze which earned him a moan from you.

A hand moved up and under your sweater, skillfully unhooking your bra and immediately moving to your breasts. He tugged and twisted a nipple, enjoying how you squirmed in his embrace.

“Let me take care of you,” Bryan replied breaking the kiss. You nodded, panting. You removed your sweater and fished off your bra. His eyes darkened at the sight of your shapely breasts. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on them.

“Oh yes,” you agreed, practically purring. “I ache.”

Bryan hummed in acknowledgement. He pushed you back onto the bed and helped you out of your jeans. Slowly his hand made its way back under your underwear, along your hip. Your breathing hitched as his hand moved closer to the apex of your thighs. You were already sopping in anticipation.

“You’re so wet,” Bryan noted, a single finger stroking you briefly, before slipping inside. You sighed at the feeling of his finger in you. Encouraging, you pushed your panties to the side allowing him greater access.

Bryan slipped another finger inside of you, his tempo quickening. You began moving against his hand, mewling as he continued his ministrations. His fingers pumped in and out of you faster and faster. You cried out in pleasure. Bryan slowed his momentum before removing his fingers completely. You whimpered in protest and Bryan made a big show of sucking on his fingers. “You are delicious.” Bryan commented and you blushed in response.

Leaning over, he grabbed a pillow and encouraged you to lift your hips, placing the pillow under you. You spread your legs wantonly and unabashedly. Nipping your thighs, Bryan nestled in between your legs, his tongue in your folds, licking you and swirling his tongue on your swollen clitoris. You groaned, and your hands lost themselves in his dark hair, trying to keep him in place. The added feel of his beard along your sensitive skin only heightened your pleasure.

Bryan hummed in agreement and the vibrations sent shockwaves up your body. You arched your back as his tongue flicked on your clitoris as he slipped two fingers back in, all the way deep to the knuckle. Ignoring your aching ankle, your hips rose to meet the thrusts of his fingers. A third finger slipped inside, stretching you.

“Oh shit! Bryan!”

“That’s right, take it.” Bryan whispered. His thumb rubbed your clitoris haphazardly. You like getting fucked by my hand?”

“Yes, fuck, give it to me!” Your legs were shaking. “I am going to cum.” You groaned.

“Not yet.” Bryan grunted. He withdrew his hand and you whined at the lost contact. “Do you have any lube?”

You looked up at him, curious. “Uh, top drawer. Condoms in there too.”

Bryan winked at you and moved off your bed. As he rummaged through your drawer, you eyed the tent in his pants hungrily.

Bryan removed his shirt, leaving his jeans on. Seeing his thick body, with his dusty rose nipples and smattering of chest hair – he was even more hot than you could have imagined. He spread your legs again and dipped his head once more tasting you. You watched as he drizzled lube along your folds and then over his hand. He tucked his thumb into his palm, tapering his fingers and then slowly penetrated you until his entire hand was inside of you.

You let out a sound that was akin to animalistic howl. “Holy shit, holy shit, oh my God!” Bryan began rock his hand back and forth, fucking you with his fist. You felt so full and all you could think – or even say was more, more, more!

“Cum for me,” Bryan growled, his fingers finding that sweet spot that no one else ever had. You sobbed in pleasure and he dipped his head back between your legs and flicked his tongue against your clit. You came hard, shouting his name, grabbing the sheets haphazardly. Bryan continued to pump in and out of you, while looking up at you. A smirk graced his face, and he stroked that sweet spot once more. Your lungs burned as you gasped for air, feeling tremendous pressure and then release as you squirted all over Bryan’s face. Bryan lapped at you through your orgasm until it subsided. Slowly he removed his fist. Moving back up to you, he pushed his fingers into your mouth. “Suck” he ordered. You sucked on his fingers, tasting yourself.

You nipped Bryan’s fingers playfully and he chuckled, removing them. He pressed a kiss on your lips. “Feeling better?”

“Mmmm much,” you replied grinning. Pushing Bryan gently back onto the bed, you climbed onto him. “But I do think more TLC is in order,” you replied taking his hands and placing them on your breasts. “Up to the challenge, Mr. Kneef?”

Bryan winked. “I think I like my odds.”

FIN.

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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. 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

***

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 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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Fall From Grace - Honeymoon Interlude.

Bryan Kneef x Reader. CW: smut. WC: 770

A ficlet with a little look on how their honeymoon went. It was fun going back to this series for a bit.

The overwater bungalow that you were staying with your now-husband, was beyond anything you had ever imagined. You enjoyed ten days of comfort in a dreamy, rustic-chic overwater bungalow with a balcony that had a staircase which led down to the lagoon below. The bungalow was outfitted with a partial-open air shower and a private pool. There were spectacular sunsets, dinners in the treetops, scuba-diving, island-hopping via transparent kayaks, amongst other activities to do. The water was so clear, it did not even seem real. The best activity was the non-stop sex the two of you had.

It was a quiet morning. It was also the last day, before you both had to head back to NYC. You both decided to make the most of it which resulted in the two of you hardly getting out of bed. The breakfast that was brought over was prepared with the finest ingredients the island had to offer. Instead, the tray sat abandoned, with the food growing cold.

The sounds of soft moans and skin on skin emanated from the bedroom. White sheets were balled at the foot of the bed. Your legs were wrapped around Bryan, his hips rolling into yours. You threw your head back as Bryan’s massive cock dragged against your sweet spot repeatedly. Bryan grabbed your tit, cupping and pinching it, before dropping his head to crash his lips against yours, swallowing your cries. You took the opportunity to tap his bicep, a silent cue for him to roll over so you were on top.

Your arms were braced on his tanned chest, your nails leaving half-crescent marks. One of Bryan’s hands gripped your hips tightly as you rocked on his cock. His other hand, laid a spank on your ass before grabbing and rolling the fat of your flesh. You let out a moan as his hand then found your clit, and began to rub it furiously in haphazard circles with his fingers. Your walls clamped around his cock and you wailed his name as your cunt clamped around his cock. You slumped forward slightly as you came down from your orgasm and Bryan braced his feet against the bed and began to pound into your mercilessly as he chased his own release. Bryan let out a deep grunt along punctuated with an “oh fuck!” as he came. His cock pulsed, shooting his creamy white load into you.

You nuzzled into his neck, remaining intimately connected. A sheen of sweat covered your bodies. As Bryan pulled you for a lazy kiss, you felt some of his cum seep out of you, pooling at the spot where you were both connected.

“That was amazing.”

Bryan let out a little chuckle as you sat up, looking down at him. “I’m not done with you yet, Mrs. Kneef.”

“Oh no?” You questioned playfully. “Whatever do you have in mind?”

Bryan rolled you back onto your back. He clasped your wrists above your head and kissed you, thrusting softly inside of you. “Not only am I going to fuck this come back into you, but I am going to fill you up even more.”

You let out a needy whine as he continued to lazily thrust in and out of you. His cock slid in and out of you easily, as you were wet from the mixture of your arousal and his cum. Soon he was hard again and he moved to press your legs to your chest as he began to fuck you with purpose again.

Your second orgasm crested quickly and you reached down to rub your clit. Bryan slapped your hand away, taking over the duty. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut as you came again. Your cunt clenched his thick cock and Bryan began to pound into you, his heavy balls slapping against you. Wet squelching sounds filled the room. This time, Bryan let out a string of expletives as he chased his release once more. His hips stuttered and then stilled as he came deep inside of you again.

Your legs went slack and collapsed onto the bed. Bryan slid out of you and sat on his haunches. He pushed your legs further apart and then used his fingers to spread your lips apart, letting out a satisfying groan as he watched his loads drip out of you.

You reached down to swipe some of the cum and met Bryan’s eyes as you stuck your cum soaked fingers in your mouth and cleaned them. “Delicious.” You commented.

Bryan dropped next to you and pulled you close to him. Your bodies were sweaty and sticky. You kissed him, your tongue lazily exploring his mouth. Bryan broke the kiss eventually and looked at you earnestly. “Up for round three?”

You climbed back over Bryan and smiled. “Oh yeah.”

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

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. 5

Brian Kneef x Reader. Fandom: The Good Fight. Reference: S4, E.4, “The Gang is Satirized and Doesn’t Like It.” CW: Smut because when in doubt, fall back on writing about this guy’s cock. YOLO. Warnings for finger fucking and p in v sex.

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: 1700

***

You woke up in a few hours later to an empty room. You frowned and looked around for Brian. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and made your way towards the private balcony. You wrapped a sheet around you as you carefully peered out. The pool below was pristine and motionless. You pivoted and tossed the sheet back onto the bed and re-dressed. You made your way out of the room and back downstairs looking for Brian.

You jumped, startled, as you ran into the house manager.

“Have you seen Mr. Kneef?”

“He’s in the garage.” The house manager replied. You noticed he spoke with a slight English accent.

You nodded and thanked him before making your way outside. The garage had an overhead range Brian was leaning against a beautiful Harley Davidson motorcycle, with leather saddlebags with chrome-cast aluminum wheels. A cigar dangled from his mouth.

“Hey.”

Brian turned towards you and he removed the cigar from his mouth before his mouth curved into a devilish smile.

“Slept well?” Brian asked, reaching for you. He pulled you close to him and kissed you. You could taste the cedar, maple and dried fruit notes of the cigar. The arm that held the cigar was wrapped around your neck and another hand reached down to grab your ass, squeezing gently. His tongue traced your lips before probing seeking entry to gain further access to your mouth. You sighed into the kiss, allowing yourself to get lost in the sensation of his mouth on yours before pulling away.

Finally, you pulled way. Your hands rested on his chest. He wore a blue button down guayabera shirt which undone and open. The light blue shirt was accented with darker blue contrasting details at the inside collar stand and dobby fabrication with white shorts giving off a smart, but casual look.

“I slept well. Bed was lonely.” You walked past him and ran your hands over the sleek, and very expensive, motorcycle, letting out a low whistle. “You ride?”

Brian nodded. “I do.”

“Maybe since I gave you a ride earlier, you can take me for one as well.” You winked.

Brian’s eyes darkened. “You bet I will.”

You shivered at his double entendre.

“Get ready for dinner. I know a place.” Brian gruffed. 

“Of course you do. I am so shocked.” You deadpanned while rolling your eyes. “What time is it anyway?” You eyed the Rolex that graced his wrist.

“Half past five.” You nodded and as you turned to leave, Brian swatted your ass. You looked back at him and gave him a cheeky grin.

--

You wore a cream colored short-sleeve wrap dress that had a ruffle hem and an adjustable tie at waist. The dress hit mid-thigh. You finished it with dainty hoops and silver Jack Rogers sandals. Your hair was slightly tussled and your makeup was light. You had finished spraying your wrists with perfume that you found in the en-suite bathroom in the bedroom when Brian came in.

Brian raked in your appearance – with you, it was like he was a moth and you were the flame. Brian’s cock twitched in his pants. Wordlessly, he approached you and pulled you into his embrace. His hands slipped to your waist and wordlessly, his fingers made way to the ties of your dress, undoing them. Just as his hand went to touch your bare skin, you grabbed his wrist. Brian’s seafoam green eyes met yours.

“Dinner, first.” You murmured, brushing your lips against his. “Dessert later.”

--

You wrapped your arms around Brian’s waist as he kicked the motorcycle into gear.  You regretted wearing such a short dress – you were certain you’d be flashing your bits to all of the social elites. The trip was only 20 minutes from where you were staying. First you had drinks at Cormorant Cove, a bar/restaurant located off Shinnecock Bay. After a few drinks, Brian led you on a walk around the corner to the Southampton Social Club, an exclusive restaurant where dinner was had in a private cabana overlooking the burgeoning sunset.  

Picking up your drink, you peeked through the curtains that are draped over the four-poster frame watching people dance. You let the curtain fall back, enjoying the sensation of the fabric run through the tips of your fingers and brought back your attention to Brian who was watching you intensely. You almost couldn’t bear to look at him – it’s almost as if his attractiveness was too much. You were Icarus – he was the sun and your wings were melting.

The smell of the saltwater from the beach nearby, the intimacy of the small space, yet still out in the open, the smell of his cologne, the music outside of the cabana… the sheer recklessness of it all. You knew deep down, for all intents and purposes, none of this should be happening – not to you at least, the mousy paralegal. You should be home, in your bed, curled up with a book or watching some re-run of your favorite procedural drama. Not living the high life with one of the top lawyers in all of Chicago.

Brian wrapped his hand around your neck and brought your gaze towards him. You bit your lip in anticipation as you felt another hand slip up the hem of your dress. His hand caressed your thigh before it moved to the juncture of your thighs, encouraging you to part them.

“Enjoying yourself?” Brian asked, as he kissed along the slope of your neck. You let out a small moan as his fingertips stroked you through your panties, which were quickly becoming ruined. Brian nimbly pushed your panties to the side and continued to tease your folds with one hand. A thick finger slid into you easily and Brian languidly stroked you from the inside out.

You quickly fell into what was happening, being finger-fucked in near public. The outside world didn’t matter – or well, maybe it did and it made everything that more exciting. You didn’t know.  Your pulse was pounding in your ear, your body was warm with desire and anticipation.

“You’re such a cock tease Y/N. Do you know that? In those tight little skirts you wear, flaunting your shit all over the office.”

“Because of you,” you panted, as Brian rubbed concentric circles on your clit. “It’s all for you. All of it. I waited for so long after that time in my office. Oh fuck!”

Brian chuckled low, before slipping his fingers out. You began to whine in protest but he enveloped you into a kiss, pulling you on top of him. You could feel how hard he was and you didn’t care who saw what – you wanted him inside you.

Your scooted back on his thighs briefly, just so you could work the zipper of his pants. You reached in and pulled his cock out of his pants and boxers. Brian groaned, watching under heavy lidded eyes as you stroked him.

You leaned forward. “I am going to fuck you now.”

You held your hem up with one hand, and kept your panties pushed to the side with the other. Brian braced his cock with one hand and his eyes roll back as you sink down. Brian’s cock stretched you from the inside in the best way.

“God your pussy is so fucking tight.” Brian grunted.

You braced your hands onto his shoulder and began to roll your hips, craving more. Brian gripped your hip with one hand and with the other, he cupped your breast through your dress, squeezing.

You moaned your approval in his ear and began bouncing more fervently. You both chased your orgasms, with Brian thrusting up in long, hard strokes. You fell forward, crashing your lips against his. Your nails dug into his forearms and your pussy began to clench around his cock.

“Mmmm… just like that Y/N. Come on this cock.” Brian groaned.

“Give it to me, oh God give it to me. Fuck me.”

“Such a sweet little slut. This pussy is mine.” Brian grunted, as he pumped into you harder. You reached down to rub your clit and just a few strokes sent you over the edge, your orgasm peaking quick.

“Yes, yours - oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

The sensation of your tight, wet pussy sent Brian over the edge too and he let loose, coming deep inside of you. “Yes Y/N!” Brian hissed as he filled you with his hot come.

You captured Brian’s mouth with yours once more and you stay connected as each of you catch your breath. The music and chatter from outside comes back into focus for the two of you.

“Now how’s that for dessert?” You asked, climbing off of him. You crossed your legs in a futile attempt from making a mess on the cushion. Brian smiled as he tucked himself back in.

“Let me go get the check. I am going to make you come a lot more tonight.”

--

You rapped your fingers in annoyance as the presentation wore on. Between the monotonous drone of the associate and the dimmed lights, you were headed to snoozeville.

“If you can turn to slide 35, you can see that the firm’s billables have increased substantially…”

You opened your interoffice messenger. You looked around the board room. Everyone was too busy listening to your colleague’s ramblings. You hovered over Brian’s name and clicked open.

[YN]: Rescue me.

[BK]: Bored are we?

[Y/N]: Yes.

[BK]: That’s a shame. I’m busy in a meeting with Diane. You know this is a STR computer. People are probably monitoring.

You rolled your eyes at Brian throwing your words back at you.

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

‘Ha!’ you thought victoriously, using Brian’s own words back at him as well.

There was no response from Brian. After a minute or two passed, you felt something in your guts twist. You were about to give your attention back to the boring presentation when one of the STR Laurie gatekeeper’s rapped on the glass door.

“Ms. Y/L/N – Mr. Kneef would like to see you. Immediately.”

The group of your colleagues let out a low whistle, as if you were in trouble with the teacher.

You bit your cheek to keep you from smiling. If they only knew.

--

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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.”

--

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.

--

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.”

--

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. 8

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Fandom: The Good Fight. Reference: S4, E.4, “The Gang is Satirized and Doesn’t Like It.” CW: Angst, language.

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: I may have been inspired slightly by that horrible Barba episode that I pretend doesn’t exist - you may recognize what Barba said to Liv. So credit to SVU, S.19, E. 13, The Undiscovered Country. 

AN3: Bryan’s outfit was inspired by Chef Harry. So if you don’t know what that looks like, may I present you...

--

Reading your text caused Bryan’s heart to lurch.

He slammed his glass of whiskey back, swallowing it hole. He was tempted to respond but instead he did not. Not right away at least. He mulled over what Marissa had said: “All this fussing to say you care? Sounds like love to me.”

Love.

He wasn’t one for love. Life was like an old black and white movie; he was absolutely sure who were the good guys and the bad guys – nine times out of ten, he was the good guy in court, but the bad guy in relationships. And then you had weaseled your way into his world and black and white became different shades of gray. And then it became blues and greens. 

He then recalled Marissa’s other advice: Be honest about what you want. All it takes is some communication.

But it seemed you didn’t want to have any opportunity to talk to him.

Never one to back down from a challenge, he decided he was going to make his own opportunity. Bryan knew he fucked up and he vowed to himself to make it up to you – if only you’d let him.

And he hoped you would.

--

You walked up the sidewalk to your apartment, hands full of empty boxes. You had made sure to get to the market early so you could get the good boxes – otherwise you were stuck with the boxes that smelled like melon.

You made your way back into your apartment. It wasn’t that hot yet, so you opened the window to let the morning breeze come in. You asked Alexa to play your favorite playlist and then tied your hair into a pony-tail.

Packing sucked. But you had movers coming in three days and you needed to get your affairs in order.

Hours later, you still had a ways to go but you had a good section done. You needed more boxes so you made plans to pick up some more, resigning that some of your stuff would smell like melon after all.

Exhausted, you collapsed on your couch with a cool compress on your forehead. “Mmmm, just need a nap.” You mumbled to yourself.

Your eyes felt heavy and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you were out. You sighed contentedly, ready for the sleep to settle in when the loud roar of a motorcycle startled you awake. Annoyed, you walked over to the window to close it when you noticed who was getting off the motorcycle.

It was Bryan.

He looked up towards the apartment windows and you immediately ducked your head, hitting it on the head of the window frame.

“Son of bitch!” You moaned, rubbing your head. You could hear your phone buzzing in the distance and you knew it was Bryan calling. You didn’t pick up, instead choosing to head downstairs to meet him outside.

With every step down, you felt the knots in your stomach grow.  With a deep breath, you opened the main entrance door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Bryan looked up from his cellphone and gave you what you were certain was a genuine smile.

You didn’t let it sway you.

You looked both ways before crossing the street. You felt woefully under-dressed – more of a hot mess if you will. You were in grey sweat shorts and a dark blue fitted t-shirt. And you would be damned if you didn’t admit how good he looked. Especially in the leather jacket. He wore faded black jeans and a dark grey Henley. A gold chain glinted under the few buttons of the Henley that were undone.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed at Bryan.

“We need to talk.” Bryan replied, removing his helmet. “Can I come up and talk to you for a few minutes?”

“About what?” You asked, with a sneer. You crossed your arms under your chest. “I don't think that's a good idea.

“Because of what might happen?”

“Because it's not a good time.”

“You’re quitting. You’re leaving.” Bryan tossed his helmet from hand to hand. “You’re not leaving me with much of an option.”

“I told you – there is no reason for me to stay.”

Bryan sighed and placed his helmet on the seat of his bike. “That’s not entirely true. Can we please go upstairs and talk?”

Your eyes narrowed. “Fine, but don’t get any funny ideas. I hope you know that I hate you from the bottom of my vagina.”

Bryan cocked his head, covering his mouth that was threatening to twitch into a smile. “Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes and the two of you made way back into the apartment. Bryan felt his heart sink further as he took in the sight of your half-packed apartment. You really were leaving. And it was his fault.

You looked over your shoulder. “Do you want anything to drink? I have vodka in the freezer, soda and water.”

“Water is just fine.”

You stood behind your breakfast bar – the idea that somehow it served as a barrier between you and Bryan was almost laughable. There was a part of you that wanted to fling yourself over and kiss him. But you held your ground.

Bryan took the water and drank it before sitting on your couch. You eyed him warily; you could feel your heart thumping in your chest and your stomach was in knots. Bryan reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He scrolled through to your text, and murmured the majority before speaking at full volume: I picked NYC because the man who doesn’t love me isn’t there.”

“I know what I said Bryan.” 

“The implication is that I don’t love you. That couldn’t be farther from the truth.”

“Don’t you dare say it, Bryan!”

“I love you.”

You felt all the air get sucked out of your lungs. 

“Goddammit Bryan! You broke my heart!” You turned your back to him and roughly opened the fridge to grab something for yourself to drink. You used the tip of your nail to open the can of soda. “You think you can waltz in here on your bike, looking good…because damn, you do look so good… say these things and have me pretend like what happened never happened? You were an asshole!” You shout as you pivoted back to face him. And instead you came face to face with him. Your mind flashed back to your initial run-in with him – the start of everything. Your eyes welled with tears.

“I was.”

A tear escaped your eye. Bryan used the pad of his thumb to wipe it away and you bowed your head slightly, in near defeat.

“I think you love me too.” Bryan replied softly, cupping your chin to face him. “I feel fairly certain that there is still something between us. I know that you're angry. You have every right to be. I fucked up.”

You didn’t respond. 

“I miss you. I've missed you. You should know that. I lie in bed at night and I think about us, I think about all of our time together. I should have told you how I felt. How I feel.” Brian continued. 

You jutted your chin out of his grasp. “Don’t. You don’t get to do this to me.” You scanned your apartment. “I have to finish packing.”

You turned to move past Bryan, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you flush against him.  You had a sense of déjà vu . The last time you were this physically close to Bryan, he kissed you hard and you smacked him in response. The kiss this time was deliberately soft. Bryan’s cologne overwhelmed your senses. You pressed yourself, leaning up to return the kiss. Bryan groaned as your tongue swirled around his and he wrapped his arms around your waist. It was so easy to get caught up into the kiss and to lose yourself in the passion.

You forced yourself to break the kiss. You looked up at Bryan, searching his green eyes. Tears streaked your cheeks. “I’m sorry Bryan. I can’t. I… just don’t know if I can trust you anymore. You treated me like shit for no reason.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Please.” Bryan near begged. “We can work this out. Please don’t leave. Give me a chance.” His voice cracked.

You shook your head. “No. I’ve got to move on. Please leave.”

Bryan’s face, once somber, turned stoic. He cleared his throat. “Fine. Good luck with the move.” His voice was clipped and inwardly you winced.

You walked Bryan out and shut the door behind him with a click. For good measure, you made sure to bolt the door. You watched him get on his motorcycle from your window and as he kicked it into gear, you burst into tears.

Because Bryan was right. You were in love with him.

--

Days later, the last of the movers had packed your boxes in their truck. You reached into your pocket and left your copy of the key on the breakfast bar. You checked your phone to make sure your boarding pass was loaded. It was and you used the opportunity to check into your flight.

There was a knock on the door. “Ms. Y/L/N?”

You jumped, startled. Turning around, you eyed the delivery man. “That is me. Can I help you?”

The delivery man smiled in relief. “Oh good. I managed to catch you before you left. I have a delivery from a Mr. Kneef.”

You frowned. “Okay. Let me get my wallet to tip you.”

“No need, already taken care of.” The delivery man replied. He set the bag on the breakfast bar, by your key. You wished him well and then turned to the small delivery bag.

In it, was a box of English toffee from Cora Lee. It was your favorite candy that only came around during firm victories. You wondered how he knew - but at the same time, it didn’t surprise you that he knew. In addition, there was a long red box from Cartier, which contained a delicate diamond tennis bracelet.

There was also a note. 

NYC is so lucky to have you.

Yours – always.

BK

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