leon n reader experimenting new kinks and leon is into way freakier shit than reader was expecting(i.e. wax play, choking, slapping, stepping on him, orgasm denial, bondage, etc.)
i’ve had this idea for forever but every time i start writing istg i get dumbed down to a kindergartener’s writing level
"are you sure?" your voice rings in leon's head. he's never been more sure of anything in his goddamn life, begging for you to please just slap him. you're on top of him, and the two of you were making out- until he asked you if you guys could try out some different stuff in the bedroom tonight. you and leon really aren't the couple that is outrageously freaky. well, not until now. "you won't hurt me, i swear. i've been tossed around by goddamn bioweapons, it's fine." leon reassures you as he is really giving you the best puppy eyes he can.
your hand lightly grazes his face, and leon pouts. "i know you can do better than that." you giggle and slap him a little harder- still no real umph behind it. "baby, c'mon. think about our fight last week or something. i want you to really slap me, okay?" leon pleads, his hands roaming to your thighs to rub affirming circles into your plush skin.
"i dunno if i can... it seems mean." blush raises to your face, trying to look anywhere but leon's eyes. "that's the point!-" leon begins, a little too excited of the thought of you being mean to him. you catch this; his sudden enthusiasm brings your gaze back to his. "-i mean, uh, that's okay. if you don't wanna, you don't have to..." he trails off, but looks a little disappointed.
but who are you to deny your boyfriend? so, without a word, you bring your hand and slap him against his face. hard. leon's hips instinctively bucks up, and he gasps. "y-yes, like that. fuck," he grabs your shirt to pull you into a kiss, and as soon as his lips are about to graze yours, you smack him again. leon whimpers under you. "you want me to be mean?" he nods reverently, biting his lip. anxious on what you're going to say, what you're going to think of him. you giggle, but it's different than before. there's something more lustful about it this time.
your other hand moves from his hip to palm his cock over his sweatpants. "never knew you were that dirty, leon," as you begin to draw circles onto his crotch. "f-fuck, i'm not-" and you slap him again. his hips buck up into your touch as he groans. "getting off to me slapping you? pretty dirty in my eyes... i wonder what else you want me to do to you, hmm?" you start to move your hand up and down his cock over the fabric separating you two, and leon whines. when he doesn't answer, you strike him again- and leon whimpers once more. you swear you can see a red mark forming. "tell me," you demand, really falling into your dom role.
he gulps. "i-i want you to tie me up, play with me. use me just for your- oh god- fun, please," he moans, not knowing what he's begging for. the added friction of his sweatpants and boxers is making him close embarrassingly fast. or maybe it's the way you're treating him. "and... you wouldn't let me cum, fuck, until you- you were done with me," leon pants, hips now following the movements of your hand. "almost straight out of a porno," you mock, grinning at him. "but that's okay. i'll give you what you want," your movements speed up on his cock, hips jerking.
"ffuck, need-" and you slap him one last time. "no. you'll take what i give you," you practically snap. leon jerks forward, gasping, and you move your hand on his face to keep his mouth open, spitting on his tongue. a guttural noise escapes leon as his orgasm washes over him, eyes squeezing shut and swallowing. he soaks the front of his boxers and pants as you let him ride it out, getting your hands all sticky.
as he comes back to reality, you scooch in closer to him- grounding him. he smirks. "didn't know you had it in you," he quips.
"didn't know you wanted all that." you tease, pulling him in for a kiss.
