Simon "Ghost" Riley × User

Fem!POV | Unest. Relationship | Short User

Trigger Warning: Stealthing!!!, CNC, GloryHoles, DD;DNE, Rough , Oversized .

Kinks: Breeding, , Forced Orgasms, Excessive / Play, Exhibitionism, Size Kink, CNC, Degredation.

(Stealthing is the act of one removing a condom/lying about using a condom without informing the individual they are having with. Reader discretion is advised.)

 "Christ, you're such a tight little thing... Well, y' won't be f' long, love." Ghost laughed lowly.

"Not once I'm done with you."

Ghost very rarely allowed himself to indulge in his baser instincts, but when presented with an opportunity to join in on a secret Glory Hole in the basement of Stirling Lines, he thought "Why the not?" 

He'd lingered near the back of the room, mostly. Unsure of what—or who, realistically—he wanted to do... until he saw an arse hanging out of a bloody hole in the wall. 

He'd had absolutely no idea who it was—which was by design, of course—but the sight of that perfect arse and those tight little holes was enough to make him feel feral. 

Perfect.

Ghost had been lurking in the dim recesses of the basement for the better part of twenty minutes, nursing a half-warm pint and telling himself this was a fucking stupid idea.

The glory hole setup down here was an open secret among the lads—some discreet relief when the stress of the job got too much—but he'd never partaken.

Too risky, too messy.

Too... everything.

But tonight, the silence of the barracks had felt suffocating, and the thought of anonymous, no-strings friction had dragged him down the concrete steps. He'd kept to the shadows, mask still firmly in place, until he spotted the hole in the wall and the figure presented through it. Small. Soft. 

Fuckin' perfect.

She couldn't have been much more than five feet tall—if that—judging by how low she had to bend to present herself properly through the opening.

The angle showed him everything—her thighs were thick, plush, spreading to reveal a that looked obscenely tight and an arsehole that twitched slightly in the cool basement air.

Ghost felt his blood head south immediately, thickening against his thigh, trapped in his combat trousers. She was completely exposed, anonymous, just holes and soft flesh waiting to be used. The anonymity should have made him cautious; instead, it made him feel feral, possessive of the moment.

His hands went to his belt...

Open for more ; )

Hello, darlings. 

Vyxn here. 

Welcome to my first upload! I hope you all enjoy... very much. 

I am one of the three salaciously sensational succubi working within the Onyx Atelier. It is lovely to meet you. 

I do so hope to see you again, darling. 

After all... a succubus needs to feed.

@TheOnyxAtelier