Obsessed- Brian Quinn x Reader
Sub!Brian x Dom!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut (very little plot); Dom/Sub dynamics; Cheating; Drunk Sex; You are both around 21-23; Degradation; slight bondage; kinda sad ending?; you are Brian's ex; the guys hate you... like loathe you...; Not proofread!!; lmk if I missed anything!!
Word Count: 2k
A/N: It wasn't supposed to be as long as it was. Like I was going for a handful of paragraphs and this happened... Anyways here ya go! Also this maybe sets up for a part 2 of like, way down the line (during S1 of Impractical Jokers) if I ever write that...
Brian never got over you, not really. He told himself he did. He told his girlfriend he was over you. But really? You still took his breath away every single time he saw you. Whether it was a glimpse of your hair in a bar, or the smell of your perfume in the halls on campus, he couldn't escape you.
Everyone knew he fumbled you. Hard. It was a messy breakup, one everyone on campus heard about. He heard the whispers in the halls, how when people recognized him as the guy who broke up with the hottest girl on campus they were clearly confused.
His girlfriend was constantly jealous of you, and honestly, she had every right to be. You were hot. You were funny. You were so fucking smart. You were going to be the best in your field once you graduated, and everyone knew it.
The thing he missed most? The sex. He was ashamed to say it, or well, think it, but he didn't enjoy sex nearly as much as he did with you.
You knew every inch of him, what made him shiver or moan, what he liked and what he didn't. You knew what could make him cum in seconds.
The only way he could cum now was if he pictured you instead of his girlfriend.
It was torture, especially at that moment. His stress was at an all time high, finals right around the corner, and he couldn't get off.
He was out with the guys, who had noticed his stress and decided getting absolutely shitfaced was the solution to his problems.
"I can't wait until this semester is over, this shit sucks," Murray grumbled into the table where his head now laid.
"Cheers to that," Sal said, taking a big gulp of his beer before looking at Brian, "Seriously, man, what's got your panties in a twist?"
He sighed, "Don't wanna talk 'bout it," and asked the bartender for another shot.
He was normally a beer guy, but he needed to get as fucked up as possible, as fast as possible.
So shots it was.
Joe nudged his shoulder, "Come on, man. Just tell us. You having girl problems, lover-boy?"
The guys chuckled a bit at that, but got quiet when he didn't make a noise. They waited, expectantly, causing him to sigh in defeat.
"She just- fuck. I don't know. She's been distant. I guess she's jealous or something?"
"Jealous? Of what?" Murray asked.
"I think you mean of who," Sal responded, rolling his eyes.
Brian's body tensed up, the smallest mention of you impacting every fiber of his being.
"You give her a reason to be jealous?" Joe asked, sipping on his water.
"What? Fuck no. I wouldn't touch that bitch with a ten foot pole, let alone fuck her. Not after everything she did," Brian spat, his anger evident in his voice.
He told everyone the very watered-down version of what you had done, told everyone you had cheated on him. That he found out and broke up with you after an argument about it. That was it.
But it wasn't. You didn't cheat. Not in any way he could prove, anyways. But there was a rumor, one that you got very defensive when he questioned you about. People had started to talk when you and your Psychology professor had started to get awfully close. He involved you in research, giving you "private" tutoring sessions. You got straight A's, and people started to question why.
When Brian asked about it, asked if you knew about the rumors that you were fucking your teacher, you said no. You said that he was a fucking idiot if he believed that.
He said he didn't.
He was lying.
It put tension, a strain, in your relationship. One that eventually tore you both apart, leading to a messy breakup when he found out about you and your professor texting in the late hours of the night. You said it was about a research paper you were working on.
It wasn't.
The breakup was loud, messy, full of words neither of you meant, leading to violent, hateful sex.
You had moved out of his apartment the next morning, leaving a note on the counter telling him to lose your number and fuck off.
The guys knew that the breakup broke him, his grades slipped for a few months, and he spent his nights getting drunk or high. Or both.
The 3 guys sitting around him at the table in the crowded bar hated you. But Brian still loved you, longed for you to smile in his direction, your hands to graze his chest, your lips on his.
That must be why he immediately felt your presence as you walked in, your small group of friends surrounding you. A shiver ran down his spine as he heard you laugh.
He turned, eyes catching yours, his heart stopping. You didn't even stumble, your pace never faltering. It was as if he was a stranger to you, as if everything that you had both been through never even happened.
He took another shot.
He tried not to look at you.
He tried not to notice the way your short skirt showed off your perfect thighs, the way your hair looked under the dim lights of the bar, the way your cleavage drew his gaze whenever he did look at you.
The guys noticed, sharing glances and trying to get Brian to leave.
The biggest problem? You also noticed.
He heard you say something to your friends, their hushed whisper-yelling in response drawing his attention.
He glanced over, seeing you walk over, radiating confidence.
"Hey, Bri! Good to see you... you guys too," You said, cheerily, throwing a quick glance to Sal, Murray, and Joe.
"Hey... didn't know you were here tonight," Brian stumbled over his words, obviously trying to save face.
You giggled, "Yeah, right. I come here every Friday night with the girls. You remember them, right?" When he nodded, you continued, "Anyways, I was wondering if we could, like, talk? In private?"
That is how you both ended up back at Brian's apartment, Brian's wrists tied to the headboard and you straddling his hips in nothing but your underwear.
"You are so pathetic, Bri. Did you really think you would get away with gawking at me like that?" You degraded, Brian moaning as you gripped his chin, your lips inches away from his.
His hips bucked up into yours, "M'sorry, honey. Shit- can you just touch me now?"
You tutted, shoving his face away as you let him go, leaning back.
"I think a good boy would say please, yeah? Or are you not a good boy?" You teased, loving the effect it had on him.
"Please! Fuck- please touch me. I'll do anything baby, it's been so fucking long, please!" Brian whimpered, begging for you to touch him.
You almost felt bad for him. Almost.
"Yeah? How long? Since you broke up with me, huh? Has it been since you fucked me and broke up with me? Left me high and dry?"
You slid your hand under his boxers, massaging his length as you degraded him, letting all your anger out over the past few miserable months without him.
He moaned, his dick twitching in your palm, wetness pooling in your panties as a result.
"Yes. Yeah, baby. Haven't been able to get off without thinking of you," He groaned, thighs clenching as your thumb glided over his tip, precum leaking out his slit.
You pulled his boxers down to his knees, pulling your panties to the side.
You sank down onto him without warning, leaning forward, your hands planting on his chest. You both groaned, a whimper escaping as he bottomed out.
"Shit, Bri. Forgot you felt this good," You moaned, softly grinding against him.
"Mhm, better than your professor?" Brian joked, thrusting up into you as much as he could from his position on the bed.
You groaned, "Don't start. I didn't fuck him, so unless you want to talk about my middle-aged professor while I fuck you, shut up."
You began to lift up, sinking back down before he completely left your core, the sounds of skin-on-skin contact and your moaning the only sounds in the apartment.
Your nails scraped against his chest as you bounced up and down, your rhythm picking up as you felt him twitch inside of you.
You could tell by his face he was close, by the way his eyes fluttered closed and mouth dropped open. His words turned into moans, his face flushed and forehead slick with sweat.
This is what you loved about fucking him. It wasn't just the pleasure of having a guy to fuck, but seeing him so vulnerable, so beautiful.
He strained against his constraints, the belt you had found on the floor tight enough to where his hands couldn't escape.
"Wait, wait! Let me touch you, please honey, untie me so I can touch you," Brian begged.
He knew he was close, but he couldn't imagine cumming without being able to hold you, not now. Not when he didn't know if he would ever get the chance again.
You picked up your pace, nearing your climax as well, and clenched around him, "No. Good boys get rewarded, and you have been a very bad boy, Bri," Before he could protest, you added, "Next time I'll let you do whatever you want to me baby, I promise."
You leaned down, kissing him as you came, your pussy clenching hard around him. Your nails dug into his skin as you bit him lip, forcing a moan out of him as he came as well. Ropes of cum filled you up, both of you too drunk to actually give a shit about protection.
As you both came down from your high, you untied his restraints and laid on his chest.
You smiled into him, his hands petting your hair, tucking strands behind your ear. You missed this. You missed him.
You were about to say something, to mention getting back together. You sucked together, fighting all the time. You knew it, he knew it. But you couldn't help loving him, and you wanted to tell him that, and more. But then his phone rang from his pants pocket on the floor next to the bed.
He leaned down, grabbing it and answering it before looking at who it was.
"Hey, I'm a little busy ri-" He started, getting cut off by some girl complaining about work.
"I tried to call you earlier but you didn't answer. Anyways, you know how my manager fucking sucks, right? Well guess what? She decided to make me work doubles three times this week. On finals week! God, she is such a bitch!" The girl rambled on, a car starting in the background.
"So, like, what are we doing for dinner tonight? I am starved and will be home in like, twenty minutes. I need a shower, so like, figure out what we're eating, 'kay?"
Brian mumbled, "Um, yeah, ok. See you then, babe."
He hung up the phone, his guilt reflecting on his face.
"I should go. Look, Brian, I shouldn't have tried to get with you. This was totally my fault, so just, like, forget any of this happened, okay? I've seen your girlfriend, she seems sweet," You stood up, throwing your clothes on, trying to convince yourself more than anyone that this should be a one-time thing.
"What if I don't want to forget?"
You looked back at him, hope welling up in your heart, before realizing where you are. Before realizing that Brian Quinn's girlfriend will be right where you are standing in less than half an hour.
Before realizing that this was never meant to work out.
"You do. Trust me, Brian. You want to forget this," Before you could go running back to Brian, telling him to leave his girlfriend for you, you lied, "Even if you don't, Bri, I want to forget."
At that, you were gone.
The years would go by, and neither of you would ever forget each other. You would date other people, obviously, but nobody would ever be enough.
Years down the line you would see him while flipping through tv channels one night, making an absolute fool of himself on TruTV. Some stupid show that he made with his friends. You would laugh. You wouldn't be able to stop watching.
You shouldn't reach out.
You really shouldn't.
But what if you did?
A/N: Yeah so I wrote this in like 2 hours after getting absolutely zero sleep so if it was bad that's why😭 but I always hate my writing so who knows at this point...
Also ty to the anon who wanted Sub brian quinn :)) I love all the little people in my phone who ask for things lol <333
