What would happen if you met a very sad Patrick Stump in a bar at 2:00 in the morning? What would happen if Brendon Urie kidnapped you an locked you in his basement? What would happen if Pete Wentz was the obnoxious prince from the next kingdom over...
(Y/N) = Your Name (Y/L/N) = Your Last Name (H/C) = Your Hair Color (E/C) = Your Eye Color (S/N) = Your Younger Sister's Name
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Alex's POV I've been going to this church with my family every Saturday since we moved to the United States 17 years ago. I was raised to be devout: no underage drinking, no sex before marriage, love thine mother and father. I played guitar for the church's band during second service, and listened intently to Pastor Brendon preach his stories of sinful childhood during the first service.
It was only two months ago that i had noticed her. I remember i was walking to first service, guitar strapped to my back, with my brother and mom. She ran right in front of me, her long (H/C) hair hitting me in the chest and filling my nostrils with the smell of peach. I stopped abruptly, startled, and the girl whipped around with an apologetic look on her face.
"Im so sorry!" She was still jogging backward, towards the children's ministry rooms, nearly bumping into a few more families. It was at this point that I noticed her pale blue T-shirt that said "Little Disciples Leader" and a name tag hanging around her neck.
"Have a great time at service!" She smiled and whirled back around, taking off into a run through the children's ministry doors and around a corner, out of sight. I was at last able to read the name on her name tag: (Y/N)
In that moment, a feeling overcame me, something I'd never felt before. It was some sort of primal instinct that made my heart beat faster. I wanted to do things to this girl, unholy things that were against anything I had been raised on. I wanted to hear her scream my name, pin her body under mine. What is wrong with me, Father?
Ever since that day, I wasn't the same. The girl was on my mind often. After I had gotten done listening to the first service, I exited the amphitheater to talk to Pastor Brendon about next week's songs, when I saw he was already talking to someone in the meeting room with his wife, Sarah by his side. It was her. Instead of her ministry T-shirt and jeans, she was wearing a red, body con dress that hugged her ass and boobs and her hair was pinned up into a loose dancer bun. I felt an animalistic growl emit from my chest at the sight of her body. I imagined tearing that dress to shreds and fucking her against the wall. Why was I thinking these things about a woman I didn't even know? I was a Christian man! You engaged in coitus with the one you loved and were married to, and you certainly didn't ravage their body. I made to walk away before I got caught with the uncontrollable bulge that was growing in my pants, but Pastor Brendon saw me. A grin broke out on his face as he waved me over. I had to obey him, for he was my direct link to God.
I walked over, awkwardly shifting my legs to cover up my bulge. "Alex! I was just thinking about you!" Pastor Brendon patted me on on the back, having to reach up slightly because I was a couple inches taller that him. "Alex, this is (Y/N). She works in the children's ministry with Sarah."
(Y/N) and I locked eyes. She smiled widely and stuck her hand out. I grabbed and shook it lightly before immediately letting go. If I had so much as 5 seconds of skin to skin contact, I might do something sinful.
"So, Alex. I was just about to come find you before you went to Gerards service."
"W-Why," I cleared the lump in my throat and tore my eyes away from (Y/N) chest. I prayed to the Lord she hadn't noticed. "What did you need me for, sir?" Pastor Brendon chuckled heartily and waved his hand at me. I glanced over at (Y/N) out of the corner of my eye and saw she was observing me carefully. "Alex, I've told you that you can call me Brendon, we're the same age! It'd be weird if you didn't. Anyway, Sarah, (Y/N) and I were going out to eat at the Cheesecake Factory. We were wondering if you wanted to miss Gerard's service just this once and come with us? I already asked him if he could get another guitarist."
My eyes flickered once again to (Y/N) and I felt my face heat up. I couldn't go with them. I would be able to make it through dinner with (Y/N) within arms reach of me. At least......not without doing something God and my mother wouldnt approve of.
That was when I masturbated for the first time in my life. My friends had talked about it, how great it felt to release all the sexual tension in your body. I never did it because the bible strictly forbade it, touching yourself was asking for a one-way ticket to Hell. But now, I didn't even know if I was going to Heaven anymore, nor did I care.
I masturbated in the church bathroom, telling Brendon that I needed to used to restroom and spruce up a bit before we left. I moaned (Y/N)'s name the whole time, often having to cover my mouth when I got too loud. I came quickly, as this was my first time, and washed my hands before walking out to meet Brendon, his wife, and (Y/N).
Dinner was almost a complete disaster. I had to sit next to (Y/N) and our knees touched quite a few times, and when they did, I would jerk away from her. I kept catching her frowning at me everytime this happened. I was hurting her feelings and it hurt me, too. I was some how able to survive. God, how much I just wanted to give in to Satan's whispers in my ear. If Brendon knew the thoughts running through my mind, he would surely attempt to perform an exorcism of the lustful demon he would think was in my body.
But there wasn't a demon, it was just me: former devout worshiper of Christ, current sinner of humanity.
