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Consequences and conversations

Summary: Maverick is a brat who bratted too close to the sun and now has to deal with the aftermath, and this includes a dash of pegging in the beginning and a serious adult conversation in the end.

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x fem!reader

W/C: 2.2k

Rating: +18, pegging, usage of gags, dom/sub, bondage, smut, aftercare, and a splash of dirty talk

TWs: Mentions of regular bodily fluids that are present during adult encounters

A/N: I've intended for it to be set a bit closer to TGM, but honestly, it can also be read as a younger Mav :)

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- Awwww… My sweet boy thought that he could earn me with money…? Like I'm some sort of a cheap whore….? - your voice was soft, and your lips curved in a gentle smile, in complete contrast to the words that were coming out of them. - Buy me like I'm a prostitute waving at the cars from under street lights…? Tsk, tsk, tsk… - you continued to patronize the men who looked so delicious with a red rubber ball in between his teeth, drool slowly starting to pool in the corners of his mouth. He looked obscene, spread out on a bed… So desperate for your touch that he was almost vibrating. - So old, yet so stupid and naive… I guess some boys never learn… - you grinned, your finger slowly tracking a trail that was left by a bead of sweat. It started right in the middle of his chest, continued down, and you tracked it till the end, right below his navel, where it disappeared in his happy trail.

It was fun to watch him squirm and arch his back, pushing himself into your touch, however delicate it was. He was also violently shaking his head, trying to deny the words that hung in the air…

- No….? No, you weren't trying to buy me…? - Pete continued to shake his head and you smiled… - Or no, you're not stupid, and naive….? - this time he nodded joyously, trying to do his best to be a good boy and that made you smile even more. In every other area of your life, he was the one more in control, but here, in the quiet of your own bedroom… It was a totally different conversation. Here, this usually confident, cocky, and put-together man, was your sweet boy who didn't know what was best for him - Or no, not all boys never learn…? You think you can learn…? - you asked, and Mav looked at you with a silent plea in his beautiful green eyes. - Awww… You are so adorable, I could just eat you up. - you smiled and licked his abdomen, feeling his muscles turn into stone under your tongue. After that, you gently blew on the wet trail you just left and observed how the goosebumps started forming on his skin.

- Do you think we've waited enough…? - you looked him in the eyes, mocking his enthusiastic nods just a bit, by repeating them with a patronizing expression. - Yeah…? Now, will my sweet boy learn that patience is indeed a virtue…? And that waiting is more than recommended…? - he continued nodding as if his life depended on it, and you finally slowly moved you hips back, allowing the textured dildo to drag along that sweet spot inside him, which made him moan loudly through the gag. - Goooood… - you observed the expressions on his face changing from desperation to pure bliss, to desperation again. You were moving slow enough to tease him beyond what he thought he could handle, and yet you proved him wrong, slowly entering him again and dragging all the bumps along his walls, but this time he did his best not to make a sound, even though a small whimper escaped from behind the gag. - Gooooood… You're learning… - you dragged the vowel while you were exiting him again… - Are you going to be a good boy…? - you asked and Pete almost choked on his own saliva, nodding his head with such passion, that he almost hit it on the headboard. - Don't disappoint me, love… - you reached back with your left hand and undid the leather cuff that was holding one of his ankles in place, and he immediately hooked it behind you, pulling you closer.

He was so adorably clingy and you knew that not being able to touch you, to worship every inch of your body was torture for him. But you didn't undo any of the other cuffs… Instead, you reached behind his head and undid a clasp that was holding the gag in place. - Remember what you've learned today… - you whispered, running your fingers through his hair, unsticking them from his drenched-in-sweat forehead.

- Yes, ma'am… - even when he whispered, you could hear how raspy his voice got as the effect of what you did to him and you would lie if you said that you didn't love it. You loved to mark him in any way you could, and the thought of him struggling just a little bit to talk tomorrow. Not much, but enough for him to not forget about what you did to him... Perfection...

You gently nudged his nose with your own, while bending one of your legs and putting you weight more on your feet and knee now; to keep a better balance, while you slowly moved once more, feeling how desperately Mav tried to pull you in harder and deeper into himself.

- Tsk, tsk, tsk… - you put your hand on his thigh and squeezed it hard enough for your nails to leave a mark, but not hard enough to pierce the skin.

- Please… - he whimpered so sweetly on the exhale, and if you were just a few inches further away, you wouldn't be sure if you actually heard the words, but you did…

- Please what…? - you asked, stopping for a moment, giving him time to collect his thoughts.

- Please, harder… - all the confidence that filled him during the day was now completely gone and he struggled to even look up.

- Harder….? - you repeated his words and smiled. - I guess you've made up for the previous transgressions… - you added and not letting go of his thigh, you grabbed the headboard with your right hand for more leverage and rammed into him with all your force, squeezing a loud moan from his lungs… And then another, and another… With each thrust, you pulled yourself harder toward the headboard; he didn't even have to pull you into him with his leg because it was simply impossible for you to get any deeper.

You lowered your head and placed a hungry kiss on his lips, almost like you tried to suck all air out of his lungs. You drank every moan, every gasp, every whimper directly from his mouth, moving quicker and quicker. You also changed the angle just a little bit, so your soft abdomen rubbed against his hard-on, giving him even more stimulation.

It was hard not to be impressed with how long he actually lasted; you knew he will try to prove to you, that indeed, he learned today's lesson; that patience is important. But this… This was a surprise because he was actively denying himself an orgasm, without you explicitly telling him to do so. You could tell he didn't have much of that self-control left in him though.

You bit his lip, dug your nails into his hip even harder, pulling him even stronger onto your strap, and that was enough to push him over the edge.

You felt the warm wetness spilling over your abdomen, but that was the least of your focus… You slowed down but didn't stop completely, now gently swaying in and out, and watching his face with intensity.

You let him ride his orgasm to the fullest, but that still wasn't enough, and as soon as you noticed, that he was coming down from that high, you picked up the tempo again, dragging out his pleasure as much as you possibly could, letting soft whines escape from his lips and drinking them up as soon as they did. You allowed the panic to slowly set in his eyes when he realized, that you weren't stopping yet, that he didn't have the means to stop you or push you from him, and that he was completely at your mercy. And even though he felt as if a live electric current was running through his body, he was completely fine with that, and even more - he welcomed it with opened arms and allowed himself to be lost in another orgasm, his muscles tensing, and his back in a perfect arch.

Only now you were satisfied and slowly slipped out of him.

While he was still on cloud nine, you undid your harness, freeing yourself, and you also undid the rest of the cuffs that were holding him almost flush against your bed, but you weren't able to do anything more to take care of him for now, because both of his legs were hooked behind you and held you with a force you could just not compete with.

- Mav, honey… - a low grunt escaped from his chest. - Let me go… - you requested because you wanted to get a warm, wet towel to clean both of you up.

- Never… - he laughed, reaching for you and pulled you into his arms, so you were laying in front of him, trapped in a prison made from his limbs, with his head in a nook of your neck. He inhaled your scent deeply as if he wanted to get high on it. Eyes still closed, he listened to your breath, now much slower than just a minute ago. Your heart on the other hand - still racing, and he was able to feel it under your skin with his cheek.

You relaxed in his arms, allowing him to come down from that rush of endorphins. However, his regular breathing against your skin and the radiating heat from his body calmed you enough that you started to doze off, completely content with your life.

A warm, gentle, and soft material moving slowly against your stomach woke you up, and at first, you were a little bit confused, but as soon as you opened your eyes, you realized what was happening. Mav tried to clean you up in your sleep and you smiled, catching his soft gaze.

- Thank you for tonight… - he said softly, leaned, and stole a soft kiss from your lips, only to come back to cleaning you with a soft washcloth.

- You're welcome… - you stretched and yawned… - What time it is…? - a question you could have easily answered yourself by looking at the clock on the nightstand, but you just loved when he did things for you, even as small as that one. You knew it must have been either extremely late, or extremely early because the only source of light was the moon, peeking through the skylight.

- Around 2… - he knew exactly what you were doing, but he didn't mind, on the contrary… - And I'm sorry for before… It was a huge decision much too quickly… - he moved from washing your abdomen, to gently cleaning your left thigh.

- Oh, I don't care about that… - you replied quickly, and he shot you a surprised look. - I mean… We already live together, we're engaged, we're each other's emergency contacts and all that, so merging our finances was a natural step in the correct direction. - his hands slowly moved to your calf, not only cleaning it but massaging the muscles gently. - What I do care about, is that you've made that decision by yourself, without even talking to me. - he lowered his gaze sheepishly. - It made me feel like you didn't care about my opinion and that you thought I didn't have enough to bring to the table, so you didn't even bother discussing it. - you explained, while he was still taking care of your legs. Logically you knew he didn't mean it like that, but that didn't change the fact how he made you feel; his actions hurt you. - For goodness sake, Pete… you didn't even tell me, I found out from the mail. - you added, throwing your head back. Only now you noticed that he changed the bedding and hid all the… additional gear while you slept and that made you smile just a little.

- I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention… I just… want to share my life with you in every possible way. - he explained, gently putting your leg back on the bed and moving to the second one. - But it was wrong of me to act as if it was a one-sided decision. - he added, recognizing where he made a mistake; he will definitely be more careful with that in the future. - I care deeply about what you think and what I did came from ignorance, not maliciousness. - he finished washing your leg and placed a gentle kiss on your right ankle, but when he started to slowly climb higher with his kisses, you stopped him with your other leg. Gods, that man definitely had stamina. - But… - he wanted to protest, but you laughed gently.

- I'm still high on dopamine… I'm good, trust me… You did amazing today. - simple praise, but it came a long way, especially paired with a kiss that you pulled him into, a damp washcloth now completely forgotten somewhere on the floor. This time you were the one wrapping your arms and leg around him, absorbing his body heat; he was your personal aviator-radiator and you loved it because you just couldn't sleep when it was cold. - Fuck, I love you so much… - you whispered with your eyes closed, while he pulled a duvet over both of you and brushed away the hair from your face. In the soft light of the moon, you looked even more beautiful and he wanted to remember that for the rest of his days, so he studied it carefully.

- I love you too… - he finally replied and gently kissed your forehead, but you were already asleep in his arms.

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