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star-girl-05 · 2 months ago

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Clergy Men Do It Better

Brian Finn x Reader

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He couldn’t help the way his heartbeat picked up at just the sound of your voice. Even over the phone a smile adorned his face.He felt like a child with a crush. A very dangerous thing, considering he devoted himself to God. The responsible thing was to stay away but he couldn’t.

“You’re not busy today are you?,”

“No nothing, what do you need?” He winces, even to his own ears he sounds desperate.

“Perfect, I was hoping you would come with me to buy this couch,” The smile on your face was audible, even through the phone.

“Yeah of course. I’ll meet you at your apartment”

“Thank you so much Brain!” you gush, making Brian's hands clammy. He’d do anything to make you happy. “Oh just one more thing, you're wearing your collar right?” He gives a hesitant yes. He’s gone out with you before wearing it you’ve never complained before. He offers to change, you quickly cut him off, “No don’t change, I’ll see you soon,” with that you hang up leaving a very confused Brian on the other end. He holds the phone to his ear for a moment longer still trying to understand why you wanted to know what he was wearing.

His question is answered when the two of you show up to the shop. The salesman is giving the two of you his long-winded sales pitch, when you nudge his arm. Brian gives you a questioning look, you gesture to his jacket. It finally clicks, that's why you wanted him to come. With practiced ease he unzips his jacket, revealing his bright white collar. The salesman stutters, eyes stopping on the collar before asking if it's real. As soon as he confirms it’s real The salesman offers a reduced price, one you gladly accept. He even throws in free shipping.

You’re smiling brightly when the two of you leave the store. Your couch is set to be delivered Tuesday, he’s sure you’ll call him to help you put it in your apartment (Which he’ll do with zero complaints).

“So that’s why you wanted to know what I was wearing. So you could use me to get a discount.”

You immediately act shocked, hand over your chest as you gape at him, “How dare you I just wanted to make sure you were dressed appropriately. It is getting colder.” he chuckles, rolling his eyes.

“You know it’s frowned upon to lie to a priest.” that made you chuckle and in return he smiles happily at you.

“I’m not lying, I just happen to know no one can resist you,” you stop walking, pulling on his arm so he’s facing you. Reaching out you grab his face squishing his cheeks together. “I mean who could say no to such a handsome face.” You quickly peck his lips, a friendly kiss that makes a blush form on his cheeks. How is he meant to keep his feelings secret when you do things like that?

“See! Look at how cute you look, it’s a shame you're a priest.” Yes, it is a shame. Especially in this moment when all he wants to do is give into his forbidden desires, and push you against the nearest wall, kissing you till his lips go numb. Before he can give in to these tempting desires, you're grabbing his hand pulling him across the street.

The next time Brian sees you is at church. Although you may not be overtly religious, you did enjoy watching him deliver his sermon, and he enjoyed you being there.

During the whole mass he couldn’t stop looking at you. Everytime the two of you would make eye-contact you’d send him a warm smile. There were moments during his sermon he would stumble over his words, losing his train of thought, to focused on you. .

Today however he was less than thrilled that you decided to come. He’s in the mist of talking to the crowd, asking them various questions when he looks over towards you. Usually you're already looking at him this time your focus is on the man next to you. Brian's smile falls as he watches the man whisper something in your ear causing you to laugh. He feels nauseous as he focuses back on the crowd.

His mood is soured, even after mass is finished and the two of you are far from the man. Brians not blind he’s seen the way guys look at you, and maybe it was stupid to think you’d never look back at one of them.Now though as you mention that Issac, the man, has asked you on a date. He’s faced with the unsettling idea of you having a boyfriend, or god forbid a husband – something he can never be for you. The fact leaves a dull ache in his chest.

It’s been a day since you told him of your date with Issac, and the ache in his chest has only grown. It’s only worsened with the knowledge that your dates tonight. All this explains what he was doing slumped over a bar with an empty glass in hand, trying to dull the ache. It wasn’t the best idea, especially since it’s only worsened the ache in his chest.

It’s probably around eleven, when the bartender taps on his back, “Sir?” He groggily lifts his head, eyes wide and glassy. “I’ll call you a cab.”, Brian nods, letting his head fall against the bar top.

He doesn’t remember getting in the cab, nor telling the cab driver your addresses. Yet here he is standing outside your apartment door. He’s not sure why he’s here, Issac could be in there with you. That should be a reason to leave, instead he’s knocking. It feels like forever before you open the door. “Hey, what are you doing here?” you look him up and down, immediately taking in his disheveled appearance. “Are you drunk?”

“I’m-I’m not drunk” he thinks he’s being convincing, though the way he’s swaying is a dead give away. Seeing your unconvinced expression, he tries to lean against your door frame but instead he’s falling to the floor. You giggle, you’ve never seen Brian drunk before. Helping him off the floor, you lead him into your apartment. Setting him against the couch, you go to the kitchen filling a glass of water for him. You gently hand him the glass, he just sets it on the table. “Come on, you need to drink,” his skin is warm beneath your fingers, gently tilting his chin while guiding the glass to his lips. This time he gladly drinks the water. With the glass finished you set it on the table. “So what could possibly lead a priest to get drunk?”

‘A priest’ , are the only words that register to him. That’s all you see him as, your friend the priest, and he hates it. Before he can register it his hands are moving on their own accord, grabbing your hips and pulling you into his lap. You gasp about to say something, when he cuts you off, pressing his lips desperately against yours. It's a mistake he knows, he just couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

The way he kissed you was filled with desperation, so vulnerable it had you pulling him closer. You’ve loved Brian, for years. No one could blame you, it’s impossible not to fall for the sweet blonde. Though there's a reason you’ve never acted on your feelings and your remembering it as your hands graze his clergy collar. You pull away from him, “Brian what are you doing?”

He looks up at you, eyes hooded “I just needed to kiss you, I’ve been wanting to kiss you forever.” His confession makes your heart skip a beat. You have to remind yourself he’s a priest and tomorrow morning he’s going to regret this. “You're drunk and a priest,” you're not indulging him any further.

“I’m drunk because you make my heart burn, and I can’t take it any more. There’s no way God made my heart beat for you just for me not to be with you.” His words stir many conflicting feelings within you.

“Tell me this in the morning, once you're sober.” your voice is vulnerable, if he really meant these things you’d accept his affections. In spite of the difficulties the two of you’d face.

Climbing out of his lap you wish him an awkward goodnight, desperate to put distance between the two of you. A moment longer you might do something you regret like confessing your love to him.

It’s a sleepless night, filled with tossing and turning. All you could think about were his soft lips against yours and his warm hands on your hips.

Even now you're plagued with those thoughts. You want to talk to him, have him answer the questions you’ve been agonizing over all night. Is he going to say it was a mistake or will he confess to you again. You're not sure which terrifies you more.

Your doubts are forgotten temporarily, at the sound of a loud bang from the living room. You quickly make your way there. You hear a groan before seeing Brian face down on the floor. His arms are spread as he softly whines against the floor. “Are you okay?” He lifts his head at the sound of your voice. As soon as he locks eyes on you, he remembers his dream from last night. He quickly hides his face, hoping the cold floor will lessen his blush. His dream was so vivid, he swears he could still feel your lips against his. “Brian”, youcall yet he refuses to look up. It wasn’t his first time having a dream about, it was however the first one he’s had with you in the room next to him. You tried to get his attention again, running your hand gently over his head. “If this is about the kiss, we don’t have to talk about it.”

‘THE KISS’ his ears started to ring, ‘That was REAL, it wasn’t a dream. He actually kissed you’, his mind was in turmoil. He quickly sprang off the floor staring at you with wide confused eyes. “My mouth is dry, I need water.” you just nod, grabbing the glass from the previous night and filling it up for him. He watches you, frozen, his whole body breaking in a cold-sweat.

He quickly chugs the water, “I kissed you?” he clarifies. He couldn’t believe that his dream was real, that he had been that rash.

“You don’t remember”, he swears a look of hurt crosses your face. Could you possibly have feelings for him?

“I thought it was a dream,” he meekly answers.

You can’t help the chuckle that passes your lips. For a moment it’s like it was before you teasing him and him blushing handsomely. “Do you dream of kissing me often?”

He answers before he can register his words, “Yes.”you stare at him, thinking over your next words carefully.

“Last night, you told me you loved me, do you remember that?” He didn’t answer right away, doing his best to replay last night.He remembers knocking on your door and you grabbing him a glass of water — you kissed him back.

“Yes, I remember” he reaches out pulling you closer till you’re only a breath away,”You kissed me back” there's an unmistakable smile on his face.

You wrap your arms around his neck letting your lips graze his as you speak your next words. “I also told you to tell me you love me again in the morning,”

“I love you.” he barely gets the words out, before your pressing your lips against his. The kiss is just as needy as last nights. Only this time there's no feelings of doubt, as you confess your love between kisses.

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