Ghost Shorts | Fem!Reader

MINI | HE'S YOUR NEW PRIEST

After Task Force he had recommitted himself to God. You knew him not as Ghost, but as Father Riley, your new priest.

He walked like a saint, talked like a sinner, that thick accent smoothing over you like caramel, melting sweetly within your brain.

And when no one else was around he whispered in your ear, called you his angel.

And you were, his angel. So soft, so innocent.

It made him feel traitorous to toy with you like this, warmth radiating from your divine being as he trailed his finger along your tongue when he gave you bread, brushed your fingers when he gave you wine.

He always asked you close your eyes in the confession box, only so he could stare at you whilst you spoke, confessing your sins to him.

He was your Saviour.

You were his Sin.

He fought for weeks to get you out his head, desperate for your touch, drowning his sorrows in the holiest of water, aqua vitae.

You sat fingers intertwined, head bowed, so well behaved listening to his every word as he spoke at the pulpit.

You made him crumble, he needed you, he lusted for you, all day and all night. It was made all the more poisonous to know he couldn't, he shouldn't.

But he did.

Watching you kneel before him week after week in a prayer that was secret between only the two of you, the hum of your lips vibrating his cock as it sunk deeper into your mouth.

God, He loved you.

It would pass.