𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

Toys and Teasing| Smut

AN: I'm pretty sure this is my spiciest one yet...
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"Another night I have to spend all by myself?" I seductively ask my fake husband Leon, who's got his arms crossed over his chest as we stand in the upstairs hallway, my bedroom one side, his another.

"We made an agreement. To the outside world we're husband and wife, happily in love, but behind closed doors we're nothing more than... partners." He simply says, but I catch the moment his eyes glance downwards at the slightly revealing pyjama set I bought a week ago. It was much more expensive than what I'd usually pay, but since my fake husband's bank has more digits than a telephone number, I thought one teeny splurge wouldn't damage his funds too much.

"But I'm lonely." I admit, and for a second I see that cool exterior he's been shutting me out with cracks. Until he snorts and steps away, shaking his head as he mumbles something under his breath.

"That's not my problem." He curtly responds, once again looking at me with somewhat pity in his eyes. My anger flares, I know we've got a real spark between us, but for some reason Leon's closing it down, tampering it out before it can truly blaze.

"Fine. Guess I'll see to my needs myself, since my husband's an ignorant asshole." I snap, turning around and leaving my bedroom door open. I hear Leon's footsteps cross the hallway, then he goes into his bedroom and seconds later I hear the shower running. I huff to myself, flopping onto the cold bed alone, and feeling a heat between my legs. Whilst Leon's not exactly husband material at times, the little things he does for me, even when he doesn't need to, makes me wonder if deep down he's got the potential to be a good husband. This time I'm the one to snort as I flick the idea away, who was I kidding, we're not really madly in love. How can I expect him to touch me when he doesn't even kiss me.

Still, the throbbing between my legs persists. Since Leon's in the shower, I know I've got time to tend to my own needs, so reaching into the drawer I pull out my favourite toy, then caress it as I close my eyes. "You won't let me down, will you?" I whisper to it, squeezing my legs together to create some friction.

I soon peel off my pyjamas then lay back on the bed, my fingers glide to my nipples and pinch as I gasp, arching my back, imagining it's Leon touching me. Soon enough, I can feel my juices running down to my ass, I'm so wet I'm practically grinding against the bed. Parting my legs, I slap the toy on my clit a few times, biting my lip to smother the mewls that escape me, then I finally push it in, moaning out loud at the feeling of being full, though I predict if this was Leon I'd be much more sated.

I clench around the toy, then begin pulling it in and out, lifting a knee up as I spread my legs wider, the pace killing me as I edge myself slowly. Leon's shower is still running, so I risk plunging the toy deeper, hitting a new angle as I clutch the sheets with my other hand, crying out as I imagine Leon thrusting into me, going so deep he's puncturing a lung.

"Leon, that feels so good-" I moan, panting heavily as I squirm and keep moving the toy. I don't realise Leon's shower has stopped until I hear his voice at my doorway.

"Fuck," He deeply says, "I really have been neglecting you, hasn't I?"

Whilst a part of me is glad he's here to witness what he's missing out on, most of me is embrassed at being caught. Yeah, I've made my feelings towards him known, but it's a whole new thing being caught getting myself off whilst moaning his fucking name. I sit up, the toy still inside of me, then cross my arms over my chest.

"I-" I begin, unsure what I'm even saying. Leon shakes his head, stepping into my room with just a towel wrapped around his waist, his blonde hair damp from the shower.

"Don't apologise, and keep going." He murmurs, eyes glazing as he watches me with a fiery gaze, his tongue licks his lips as he takes a seat on the end of the bed, turning slightly so he can see me fully.

"What?" I whisper in surprise, letting my breasts fall as I cling to the sheets, clenching around the toy at this new development. Leon smirks, then leans forward, eyes dipping to the spot between my legs.

"I said keep going. Don't make me wait any longer." He orders roughly, adjusting himself as I sneak a peek down to see a very obvious hard on under the towel. I gulp, then nod, opening my legs once again to show him the toy shoved inside of me. I tease him, flicking the toy as it wiggles inside of me, I watch as his eyes focus on it.

"Is that good enough for you?" I ask.

He growls, narrowing his eyes as he whips off the towel, revealing his whole self to me. "Don't fucking play with me right now. You didn't want to be lonely, so here I am, keeping you company."

My breath hitches as I gasp, then as my heart kicks up speed, I continue my earlier activies. I pull the toy out slowly until it's almost gone, then I shove it back in, crying out as my hands shake. Leon's breathing speeds up, but he doesn't do anything but watch. I stare at him as I move the toy, fastening the pace now as the wet squelching sounds echo around the room, I moan loudly, putting on a show for him until I pull out the toy and bring it to my lips, sucking on it and tasting myself until I release it with a pop.

"Fuck, you're so sexy." He mumbles, then finally he leans down and opens his mouth, spitting on his length before grabbing it and beginning to pump. I whimper, watching as his head falls back as his fist does the work. "If you don't stick that toy back in yourself, I'm leaving."

Without hesitation I plunge the toy in, writhing now as I feel myself dip closer to the edge. I keep up a pace that kills me, watching Leon watch me, both of us picturing each other as we get off together. It's dirty, but so fucking hot.

"Leon, I'm so close." I whisper, eyes half closing as he groans and pumps himself faster.

"Not yet. You don't come until I say so."

Tears spring to my eyes as I try to hold back, my hands fist the sheets as I slow down, but it doesn't help. Leon's fist hits the bottom of his length now, he's going all the way, and I wonder if it was me, would I be able to take it all? I'm sure I'd die trying.

"Come for me baby." He orders, and I finally let go, fucking myself through the peak as I cry out and come harder then ever. Leon does the same, a long drawn out groan of my name spills from his lips as he spurts all over his hand, the glistening white ropes trail down until he's panting, still his eyes linger on me.

"I think you need another shower." I whisper, joking as my lips lift. His own mouth curves into a smile as he nods, looking down at himself.

"Maybe. You wanna join me?" He offers.

Mere minutes later I find myself bent over, hands against the shower wall as he laps at me, tongue cleaning me up whilst equally making more of a mess. When I come again, his arm snakes around my middle to hold me up, pressing me against his chest until we're stood there in silence.

I turn, breasts pressed against his chest as he holds my waist. Then I risk it, lifting onto my toes to kiss his lips. Thankfully he doesn't pull back, he kisses me back with just as much passion, backing me to the wall as he cups my cheek, his thumb stroking softly, then he leans his forehead to mine.

"I'm sorry I've been a terrible fake husband, but I'm gonna try be better from now on." He whispers, then he shuts off the shower, helps me dry off, then takes me to his bed, where he tucks us in and holds me all night long.

There's a difference on our relationship now, and whilst I don't think our marriage is real, I'm beginning to think that maybe our feelings for each other are.