Pavitr considered himself a good kid, at least by his aunty’s and most adult’s standards. He didn’t act out or do risky things besides, well, being spiderman. But outside the suit he was a really good kid, he never stayed out past curfew, had perfect grades, not to mention every chance he got he was always helping someone.
Hobie really liked that about him too, one would expect the average fourteen year old to do stupid stuff, but Pav was different. Sure he was playful and sometimes teasing, but he really was a good person, it made him want to change that- or at least try. “You ever got a piercing?” He asks one night they’re hanging out, a mission took a lot longer than they had planned so Pavitr was spending the night.
“Hm? Oh no haha, I mean maybe my ears one day.. But Aunty maya probably doesn’t want me having any.” He explains, smiling up at hobie from where he laid on his bed. “What if you could hide it?” He hums, he watched as cogs turned in the younger teen’s head. “Well.. I mean it’d be pretty cool? but I dunno what piercings you could hide.” He mutters, “Tongue piercing.” Pavitr shivers, “Ouch, that sounds painful.” He whines, rolling onto his back to look up at the other better.
“Not really, when I got mine it didn’t hurt much. just a small sting and my tongue was sore, but y’know you’ll probably feel even less pain cause of the spider healing.” Hobie says, his fingers absentmindedly push some hair out of Pav’s face, he’d look so cute with a tongue piercing. “Really? Would it be easy to hide?” He’s never done anything this rebellious before, plus if push comes to shove he could always just take it out.
“Super easy.” That was all the reassurance Pavitr needed, he trusted hobie too, he could really do whatever and the younger didn’t really question it, thankfully for the most part he didn’t take advantage of said trust, not until now at least. Within a minute the older has everything he needs, Pavitr jumps a little when he slips on latex gloves and snaps the band against his wrist.
“Right, sit up on the edge for me Pav.” He says, not bothering to look, he knows he will, he’s almost like a well trained puppy. “I’m gonna need to dry your tongue off kay?” He says, finally sitting and using a paper towel to swipe saliva off the teen’s tongue. Pavitr does his best not to giggle, it sorta tickles, but he stays still for the other as he works.
Hobie then gently lifts his tongue, spotting the large veins and placing down a clamp for the piercing, he doesn’t seem to mind the drool either, it’s obvious this isn’t the first time Hobie’s given someone a tongue piercing. “ithit gonna huwrt.” Pav asks, “Well I’m sticking a needle through your tongue so, obviously.” He teases, feeling the teen tense a little he softens, “You’re tough. I’m sure you’ve felt worse Pav, you’ll be fine, just a pinch.” He reassures, he doesn’t give any warning when he slides the needle in- knowing Pavitr probably would’ve backed out if he did.
He likes the thought of giving him a piercing, something special from him that no one else could give him, kinda like a claim over the kid. He knows it’s a little creepy but he can’t help it, Hobie knows he’s not the only one that’s had eyes for the younger.
Plus the teen’s little yelp and tear filled eyes were cute, but he stays still while the bar is slid into the hole and the needle is pulled out. He whimpers softly as Hobie screws in the balls and finally pulls his hands away, he’s surprised it was that fast.. He doesn’t taste much blood in his mouth either, it’s mostly just full of spit.
“Rinse your mouth out and you’re all done, you did good Pav.” He ignores the praise, a little mad he was given no warning though his mood changed almost instantly the moment he sees his tongue in the mirror. “woahh..” He mutters, sticking his bloody tongue out of his mouth and he can’t help but wonder how much it’d bleed if he wasn’t that careful.
Pavitr thinks about how special this piercing is when he rinses his mouth out, this was probably one of the only piercings he’d ever have, or keep. He wondered if Hobie felt special too, but it’s a thought he pushes away when he comes back to the older.
“You sure it’s gonna be easy to hide?” He asks as he crawls back onto the bed, cuddling up next to him. “Course, otherwise I wouldn’t‘ve done it.” He reassures, sliding his arm around the younger as he spoke, “The swelling will go down pretty fast too. So don’t worry about it,” He adds.
For the most part he’s right, there’s an ache in Pavitr’s mouth the next morning and next few days, but it’s just as easy as Hobie said. Gaya thought his piercing was cute- she even said he looked much more mature and grown with it, kinda badass too. Miles and Gwen found it cool too, although she was almost feeling around his mouth to get a better look at it, but Pavitr guessed he didn’t mind.
The only person he hung around almost daily that didn’t know was Miguel, not that he was really trying to hide it from him, he was kinda hard on the kid sometimes- he found it best to keep it to himself since he didn’t want an earful about being responsible.
He already frowned upon the friendship he and Hobie had, he’d say ‘he is a bad influence’ or whatever else he’d say when he was trying to be fatherly. Pavitr makes it four days avoiding Miguel when a meeting is held, he’s not sure for what and he doesn’t really care enough to listen, he knew he could just ask Gwen or Miles about it later.
He tries his best to avoid Miguel’s piercing gaze during it, even with the mask he keeps his mouth shut, he tries not to think about the piercing either- he still wasn’t sure if it was true or not if he could actually hear thoughts. Sadly it’s not enough, when the meeting ends and everyone is leaving Lyla pops up, grinning a little.
‘dammit..’ “Hey kiddo, Mig wants to see youuu.” She hums before disappearing, he knew he should’ve just taken it out when he has the chance. The teen is a little tense when the last few spider people swing out, when the door closes he knows he’s at least in a little trouble.
“Where have you been?” he’s not surprised that’s the first thing he asks, “You’ve been avoiding me nonstop.” ‘it was only four days..?’ He thinks, wondering why Miguel was ticked off about that. “What’re you hiding?” “Nothing.” Miguel’s brow raises, he couldn’t buy it even if he tried. “Don’t shock with me, I’m serious.”
His hands rest on his hips as he waits for an answer, Pavitr sighs as he steps closer to him, hoping his superior would be a little less calm if he was closer and calmer, this wouldn’t end badly, ‘just explain everything and at most he’ll lecture you’ he thinks. “Okay! okay, sorry.” He begins as he pushes his mask up past his mouth and above his nose, “When I stayed over at Hobie’s after that mission he was talking about all the cool stuff he’s done, like piercings.” He says, looking a little hesitant, and despite his annoyance Miguel’s expression soften.
“And then what.” Pavitr assumes this means he won’t be angry, “Well he said I’d look cool with a tongue piercing.. and he said I could hide it super easy from my aunty Maya, so I let him. I swear it was my idea Mr. O’hara,” He insists, he didn’t want Miguel getting after Hobie about this, especially since he was so much older than him. “That’s it? a tongue piercing?” His blood is boiling, of all fucking piercings to choose? The second most intimate one?
He doesn’t want to think about how close they had to be to do that, the thought of Pavitr’s mouth full of drool and blood from it all, he’s jealous at the realization Hobie was probably the only one to see that. “Yeah.. Well, you know Mr. O’hara.. I really respect you, I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me I guess.” The kid looks so embarrassed saying that, his fingers nervously tap against his thigh, visibly still a little on edge.
“I’m not disappointed.” He states, finding it a little cute how almost instantly he seemed less tense. He walks closer not giving much warning before using his pointer finger to tilt his face up, Pavitr doesn’t move away or even try to stop him, he simply stands still.
“Did you want to see it?” He really didn’t, he didn’t want to see Hobie’s work, but he knows he has to. “Yeah.” He bites his cheek when he sees his tongue, the piercing itself is done well, he’s glad at least Hobie was careful. “When did he do this?” “Four days ago.” Miguel’s slightly impressed, the swelling is already gone and it looks like a few months old at least, that meant his healing was even better than others.
“Open your mouth again for me, I wanna see it better.” He lightly holds Pavitr’s chin up, smiling almost fondly when his mouth obediently opens, Miguel’s free hand moves, his finger lightly poking at the piercing- he feels uncomfortable but doesn’t say anything as the piercing is poked and lightly prodded at. Pavitr sensed something for a moment, at first he thinks the HQ is under attack or something else.
But then Miguel’s talon detracts and hooks around the tongue piercing before ripping it out, blood splatters onto his face but he doesn’t even flinch. “Aagh!” The teen shrieked suddenly, his hand raising to try cover his mouth while the other attempted to shoot web to get away, but within a second he’s kicked down onto his knees. He cries loudly in confusion when he feels his hair suddenly gripped, the older holds a fistful as he stares down at him.
“M- mnh?! my- aghg..” He cries, spitting out blood onto the ground as his mouth throbbed in pain. “Hobie’s such a bad influence on you. Before you started hanging around him you never did anything like this, you were a good boy.” He says, sounding almost disappointed. Pavitr felt fresh tears swell within his eyes, he only whimpers when his mask is pulled the rest of the way off, he looks up at the other, terrified. If this weren’t a life of death situation he’d be crying over Miguel’s disappointment.
“I’m gonna have to fix that aren’t I?” He doesn’t really expect an answer, he doubts the kid is anywhere near calm enough to talk without crying from the pain. Wordlessly Miguel undoes his suit, letting his cock slip out onto the teen’s face, it snaps Pavitr out of his crying fit, he still looks terrified.
He whimpers pathetically when it grinds against his face, smearing blood and drool all over his pretty face. “M- Miguel—“ “y’know.. I don’t normally like being called Mr. O’hara.. but it’s cute coming from you.” He hums, “You and Hobie haven’t done this have you?” He asks after a moment, continuing to humiliate the poor kid. “No mr. O- O’hara..” He hiccups, trying his hardest not to cry any harder.
“Good..” His fingers suddenly pinch his nose shut, immediately shoving his cock into Pavitr’s wet mouth, he groans softly when he feels the sudden slight gush of blood, the gagged cries coming from the kid are nice too. “I’ll rip your tongue out if you bite me.” He warns, almost instantly he stops trying to push and hit at Miguel’s thighs, instead his hands shakily rest on them.
He’s scared for his life convinced if he doesn’t be good Miguel might just kill him, tears continue rolling down as his face as the older shoves his cock deeper, he sighs shakily at how tight Pavitr’s throat is. He still feels his hands trying not to claw and smack at him, he can feel them shaking and his nails barely scraping at his thighs, he’s trying his best to be good.
When Miguel pulls out from his throat Pavitr gags loudly, coughing and gasping for air, “P- pleathe Mr. M- O’hara..” He sobs, blood and precum are smeared over his face, especially his lips and chin, it’s a good look for him. “I- i’m thorry.” He whispers, his tongue hurts so much, he hates the sting everything causes. “Yeah? Sólo lamentas que te atraparan.” Miguel sighs, he rolls his neck and pulls the other back up to his cock by his hair.
He knows after this within a week his tongue will be good as new, and he’ll know not to try act out again. He lightly slaps the boy’s cheek with his cock, relishing in his whimpers, it’s almost like he’s bracing himself for his mouth to be violated again.
But for a few minutes he doesn’t do anything more than rub his cock against his cheek and face, furthermore smearing fresh blood and precum all over his face, he doesn’t want Pavitr to forget this, he wants him to think of this every time he even considers stepping out of line. He was a good boy, he needed him to stay that way before Hobie put him down a path he shouldn’t be on.
Despite his tears he seems to be calming just a little, still sniffling in pain and fear but not as panicked, he’s calm enough to try spit out some blood again, if he doesn’t it trickles down his chin and neck- it’s messy but he looked cute with blood splattered over his face and neck. But the moment his mouth opens Miguel takes the chance to force his cock back in, this time his hand places on the back of his head, not stopping until the poor boy’s nose was buried in his pubes.
He hasn’t fucked something this tight in so long, for being fourteen he was so tight, he couldn’t wait to fuck his other holes either, but he made plans for another time. Pavitr does claw at his thighs this time, gagging and choking around him while he tried to at least pull off an inch or two, he couldn’t breath even if he tried. He doesn’t think it can get any worse than this, then Miguel starts to slowly pull out, he inhales deeply through his nose now that he can breath.
But then he starts to thrust, he keeps a firm hold on the back of his head as he starts to fuck his throat. He doesn’t notice or care his thighs are being scratched at, not even when his nails drag down as hard as they can. Every time Pavitr gets close to losing consciousness he pulls back just enough for him to get a breath in, just to start thrusting mercilessly.
Even with pre-cum and dried blood on his face he looks perfect, Hobie’s never going to see this side of him, no one will- he’d rather tear someone apart than let them see how perfect this boy looked on his knees in front of him. When he realizes he’s getting close his thrusts quickly become messy and untimed, much less coordinated while his grip on Pavitr’s head only hardens, he can practically feel his talons beginning to detract from his hand- slightly cutting and poking at the back of his head.
He cries around the older, his eyes screwing shut tightly from pain, the sight finally pushes him over the edge. He pushes the teen back down to the hilt, holding him against his groin as he slowly grinds his hips. This time Pavitr is limp while his bloody hands rest at his side, he’s lax and exhausted, the two stay like that for almost a minute as he cums, stuffing the kid’s stomach full of cum no doubt.
Miguel’s a little surprised when he pulls out from his mouth, Pavitr suddenly gags and immediately throws up, a mix of cum and whatever else he ate and drank earlier that day, a little bit of blood too. He coughs and gags, hunching over the second his head is let go, he almost falls face first into his own vomit but quickly plants his hands on the ground. Miguel simply watches him, waiting until he’s still and limp before speaking again, “Learn your lesson?” He chuckles, as if he hadn’t just brutalized a fourteen.
Pavitr isn’t sure what lesson he was trying to teach, even the times his uncle and aunt were livid with him they were never this cruel, no one had ever been. But he still nods, a quiet ‘Yes Mr. O’hara’ leaving him. He doesn’t cry until he’s sure Miguel’s gone, curling up into a ball beside his vomit and softly weeping into his blood stained hands.
Pavitr denies ever having a tongue piercing after that, he declines every offer for a replacement after that too, or any offer of rebellious things for that matter, he knew he had to be a good boy for Miguel.