a proposal
Pavitr viewed himself as a somewhat smart individual, well he did go to visions academy- not to brag, but he knew enough. He was a decent kisser, he had good grades, understood all the sex ed and health classes he had, for a fifteen year old he considered himself well off enough smarts wise. Though Miguel seemed to disagree, he even had some ‘issues’ with him, so much so he requested (more like commanded) Pavitr to come by to his office (again more like lair) to discuss what problems he had, it made the teen curious if he really was missing something in being spider-man.
He assumed he wasn’t, being spider-man was easy and fun- he could save the day with a smile on his face and know everything would be fine. Even as he walked through the sector leading to miguel’s office he couldn’t think of any reason, that wasn’t being full of himself was it? He was almost kinda worried, but he knew Miguel had only the best intentions.
before entering the office Pavitr paused, realizing he was a little tense and maybe nervous too. So after a deep breath and gently rolling his head to soothe his tense nerves, he continued into the office. His fingers tapped against his hip, a small habit he had to keep himself calm when he worried about something more than he should, it was spider HQ, why would he be worried?.
“Pavitr,” Miguel breaks the silence, standing upon his now lowering pad. despite his calm tone it still sends shivers up the teen’s spine. “hey! Miguel, good to see you, what’d you need?” he asks, trying to keep things light and non stressful for them both, he didn’t need Miguel to think he couldn’t handle a simple conversation, at the end of the day they were both spidermen doing what they had to do to protect their families.. Or what was left of them. “we need to talk about your attitude.” Miguel states, it catches the teen off guard- resulting in a small ‘huh?’ before he quickly shut up to hear what else his superior had to say. Even if he didn’t understand, “uh.. okay.” He mutters as the other finally stepped off his pad, it still surprised Pavitr how tall Miguel really was, even after stepping off the pad and up to the other. Pavitr tried to ignore the dreadful feeling making his stomach twist.
“I don’t think you’re taking this seriously, not as much as you should.” Miguel states again, staring down at the other with judgment and even slight disdain in his eyes. It made Pavitr stiff again, it also made him glad he still had his mask on— feeling less exposed too. “I do take it seriously, I help people and I do what I’m supposed to? I balance everything the way I should I don’t understand, it’s easy.” He defends but the annoyance in the others’ expression worsen shut him up immediately.
“See there it is again. You think it’s easy huh? being spiderman? do you have any idea what we sacrifice- what we’ve had to sacrifice? being spider-man isn’t just feeding stray dogs and helping the community.” he huffs, still trying to be as gentle as he could.
“I know that, i do-“ “you don’t.” Pavitr steps back as the other steps forward, he feels his stomach twisting almost uncontrollably as he’s backed into a wall and glared down at. Everything within the teen is telling him to run, to push or even shove and stand his ground, but he won’t. Miguel isn’t a bad guy, he’s just tired and stressed- he has good intentions. Pavitr keeps mentally repeating that to himself as a clawed hand slams against the wall beside his head.
He can almost feel the claws digging into it and Miguel isn’t even touching him, “You haven’t seen what being spider-man is, and you need to. You’re just some kid, you need to learn.” He repeats, face inching closer as his hand finally pulls away from the wall, it almost calmed the teen until he felt the hand placed on his shoulder. “Wh- huh-?” “Even if i have to do it myself.” By then their faces are maybe a few inches apart, Pavitr can feel the other’s breath against his mask and it makes him squirm, but he doesn’t dare move beyond that. He doesn’t struggle as his mask is pulled off and tossed to the side either.
For a few seconds nothing happens, again Pavitr is almost convinced Miguel is just too angry to think- too stressed to be as patient as he could be, he’s trying to find reasoning in why the other is still touching him. But Miguel didn’t stop, shoving Pavitr harder against the wall and knocking the back of his head against it without much care if he hurt his head or not, his other hand finds itself quickly gripping the teen’s hair- holding a fistful tightly and watching as Pavitr’s shock turned to fear. “ah! Miguel-“ before he could even apologize he felt a tongue drag across his mouth, easily forcing past his lips and licking at his teeth.
When Pavitr whines in surprise he yanks on his hair harder, earning another little squeak before he continued to lick and suck at his mouth. And despite pavitr’s hands being free he didn’t fight back, only lightly holding onto miguel’s wrist as his mouth was explored without any care. It doesn’t stop until he’s sure he’s going to be sick from how overwhelming it all was, but even when Miguel pulls back his hair and shoulder are still held tightly, this time he slightly whimpers at the stinging feeling of claws gripping at him and even tearing his suit.
When Miguel leans down again Pavitr whimpers, it’s all he can do as fangs drag across his lips and he’s terrified at the thought of being paralyzed. Yet he does nothing, he knows what miguel is doing is wrong and he shouldn’t- but Pavitr can’t find it within himself to stand his ground. He only trembles while his mouth is violated and suit is slowly being torn, for a moment he wonders how he’ll leave without any prying eyes, but as soon as the thought comes it’s gone.
“You have no idea what i’ve lost. What others of lost, you stupid fucking kid.” Miguel murmurs against his skin, he likes the feeling of Pavitr shaking below him, it sunk in the other really was just a kid.. It wasn’t his fault, but it wasn’t really like he had called the other down there to educate and guide him. He knew Pavitr was a sweet kid, he was a pushover too, he’s seen the way Hobie’s pushed and moved him around without much care. And he’s seen how Pavitr just lets it happen, so he knows he won’t stop him, and he knows when they’re done Pavitr will keep his pretty little mouth shut. “You don’t even know how to kiss don’t you?” He utters, Pavitr shudders at the slight excitement in Miguel’s voice.
Though he finally lets go of his hair, watching as Pavitr stayed still with an uncomfortable expression, he looked scared, unsure if his question was even rhetorical or not. “Well?” Miguel demands, just wanting to scare him a little. he watches closely as Pavitr stammers and through tears says a soft ‘no’. “Guess i better teach you then,” the way Miguel says it makes the teen look away in embarrassment- like it was a chore to teach him how to kiss, like it was just a mission or task like any other things he usually deals with daily. like it was normal..
It almost made him want to be sorry for not knowing how to kiss, he thought he did, but if Miguel said he didn’t then he didn’t- who was he to disobey him when he was the one who reached out in the first place. As he’s pressed against, jaw in clawed hand and lips about to press against his own- Pavitr tried to think about how this wasn’t really something Miguel would normally do. He knows deep down he’s a good person and maybe he’ll even apologize for what he’s about to do. But then Miguel actually kisses him, he can feel one hand’s claws lightly slicing different parts of his suit to better rip it off, he softly cries into the kiss when he feels his claws on his hips, was he really going to..?
Pavitr couldn’t finish his thought, he knew it was going to happen but maybe if he tried to ignore it this would stop. When Miguel slips his tongue into his mouth he’s better prepared, he relaxes his mouth and tries to allow the other to slip further. Pavitr even closes his eyes when he feels his tongue against his teeth, at least he’s not biting.. It even feels a little nice, he tries to imagine he’s kissing Gaya. For a little bit it works until all that fills the teen’s head is the feeling of fangs slightly poking his lips, or the claws now gripping his hips and holding them against the wall.
It felt like Miguel was trying to make him lean into the kiss and let him do as he pleased, so Pavitr leaned in, trying to kiss Miguel gently so he’d stop being so rough. After a few more moments of basically having his mouth sucked and tongue rubbed against Miguel pulled away, like before he stared down at the teen. He watched as Pavitr softly panted for air, sweat was forming on his forehead, despite looking terrified and uncomfortable he didn’t so much as wipe Miguel’s spit off his mouth.
“So you’re good for at least something.” He hums, “a- are we done..?” Pavitr almost pleads, by then tears were streaming down his face, his little sniffles and soft noises were like music to Miguel’s ears. he almost forgot to answer the other, “No.” he huffs before suddenly ripping a good piece of Pavitr’s suit off- leaving his stomach and chest exposed.
Miguel wished he could bite and suck at his chest, ‘maybe another time’ he thinks as he continues to pull other parts of his ripped suit off, “hh- mi—“ “be quiet. you think someone won’t hear if they’re close?” he whispers, liking how Pavitr instantly stopped trying to plead for this to stop.
He couldn’t tell if the teen was trying to protect his image, or to save himself the embarrassment, his cock twitched at the thought of it being both. “you’re gonna stay still, if you can learn how to kiss you can do this.” He encourages lowly, Miguel didn’t really care if Pavitr could handle it or not.
But he knew Pavitr would pretend he could, he’s practically leaking out of his suit with how much Pavitr would be a good boy about this. Already he was doing so good, Miguel was a little surprised he was trying so hard to listen. As if it were nothing he hooks an arm around the teen’s waist and hoists him up, almost smiling when he heard the other smack his hand over his mouth to not make any noise. His hand rests on the teens hip and ass, holding him up against his chest while peeling his dhoti like pants off.
Seeing no bulge between the teen’s legs made him twitch again, he thought about getting this kid pregnant. “p- please no- claws..” Pavitr whispers through his tears, but despite it all he let Miguel pull the already torn fabric off him. “If you stay quiet i won’t,” he promises emptily. But he still let the claws retract after slicing his boxers open, unsurprisingly a few small claw marks are left on the teen’s abdomen, yet he only quietly sobs in slight pain and discomfort.
Miguel pulled what was left on the poor boy, making a small ‘hm’ noise while he spread his legs. for a few moments he stares at Pavitr’s cunt, as if admiring it, if he could die of embarrassment he already would’ve been gone. He stays still as Miguel’s pointer finger and thumb stroke his clit, almost gently massaging his clit until he was hard. He pushes the foreskin back without much thought before he’s back to rubbing his clit, all the while Miguel stares up at him. Watching if he’ll struggle or try stop him since he knows what will happen next if he doesn’t, but he only whines and keeps his mouth covered. It’s so overwhelming he’s almost hyperventilating, his hips jerking and shaking while Miguel watches.
He doesn’t stop until Pavitr’s almost sobbing into his hand and his thighs are shaking, satisfied enough with how wet the other was. He doesn’t clean his fingers off, swiping them against the small trails of blood on his abdomen and mixing it with his wetness before shoving three fingers into the teen. This time Pavitr’s hand pulls from his mouth, but he doesn’t hit or kick- he holds onto Miguel burying his face into his hair, the mixed sounds of his crying and moaning was nothing less than perfect.
The teen felt perfect around his fingers alone too, squeezing and twitching around him, he couldn’t wait to stretch him out on his cock. As Pavitr pants he curls them, grinning a little when he cried out. “h- hahgh!?” he almost shrieks, quickly tucking his face into miguel’s hair, he mutters a choked up ‘sorry’ before he’s back to moaning and softly crying. It made Miguel wonder if it would be worth it to keep doing things to try make Pavitr be loud, but ultimately decided against it, he knew he could anything he wanted to the boy but he couldn’t risk anyone actually hearing them.
Pavitr was rationalizing this as much as he could, Miguel was.. is a good person, even as he roughly fingered him and rubbed his clit with his thumb when he could. When miguel decided he was prepped enough he pulled his fingers away, already reaching down to pull his cock out. “i- it-“ Pavitr gasps, the sudden loss of fingers stuffing him making him tremble. “we’re gonna do it?” he rephrases as he watches Miguel’s cock pulled out from his suit, his eyes shot wide seeing how big he was..
that wasn’t going to fit. ‘do it’ Miguel thought, Pavitr was cuter than he should be, at this point he was just begging to be split open. “yeah.. we’re gonna do it, i guess.” he mutters as he stroked himself, “it won’t fit, i- i don’t think it will Miguel-“ “I’ll make it fit,” it doesn’t bring Pavitr any comfort, but at least he knows it’s happening.
Finally he’s lowered enough where he’s waist to waist with Miguel, “Hold onto the wall.” He doesn’t look to see if Pavitr does, he knows he will. Once he’s sure he’s supporting himself he slaps his cock onto the teen’s cunt, one hand rubbing his cock against him while the other held his thigh, one hand alone almost wrapped around it. He’s almost hyperventilating when Miguel gets impatient, rubbing the head of his cock against his hole, “nng w- wai-“ before he can finish he feels the other push into him, a strained whine is all Pavitr can manage as he’s pushed into. Even with the prep he felt like he has a really bad tummy ache, the pressure only deepens as Miguel continues- even pulling his thigh so he takes more.
Pavitr let’s out a grunt, still struggling to take half of him. It takes everything within Miguel to not immediately start ramming into him and fucking him into the wall, pavitr is almost too tight- but it’s perfect, he’s barely halfway in and he knows the boy was meant for this. His hand moves from his cock to Pav’s pretty clit, rubbing slow circles as he continued moving forward. He can practically feel Pavitr twitching and clenching around him, but he eventually calmed despite taking a few minutes.
Once Miguel’s sure he can push in without ripping the other anymore than he has, he starts to pull back, it makes the teen perk up through his tears. Pavitr wonders if Miguel’s had a change of heart, if he’s changed his mind and sorry— then Miguel snaps his hips forward, forcing himself to bottom out. “gahg!!” Pavitr shrieks, the stinging feeling and sudden fullness making his head fuzzy, soft sobs leave him as he tries to keep a good hold on the wall so he doesn’t slip.
Despite the ache and pain Miguel continues his now steady but slow thrusts, holding Pavitr’s hip and softly stroking his clit. After a few more sobs and choked cries Pavitr calms down again, he’s trying so hard to be quiet and good, so maybe miguel will stop. He’s practically breathless by the time he’s quiet enough, softly panting and whimpering as he’s fucked against the wall.
Miguel can barely think as he thrusts, within minutes he has Pavitr pinned against the wall with his legs against the man’s shoulders. He quickly shifted from somewhat collected to almost animalistic, hips smacking against the teen’s. His claws detracted from the pure excitement, knowing soon enough he’d be pumping him full of cum, maybe he’d even go for another round if the boy could take it- maybe he’d just make him anyways.
Sweat from Miguel’s brow drops down onto Pavitr’s cheek, his eyes are almost glazed over and half hooded. His mouth hung open, unable to think straight, he wasn’t even sure if he was taking all of miguel anymore or not. When Miguel starts to thrust sporadically Pavitr chokes out a soft moan, his head lulling back against the wall before he feels Miguel’s lips on his own again.
This time he tries his best to push into the kiss, gently lapping at his lips and fangs once he had the chance, it only drove Miguel further up the wall. “m’gonna fuck you up,” he murmurs against Pav’s lips, gripping his hips just a little bit harder. “uh- hahh mm- Miguel..!” he whines, unsure why he was even trying to plead, but it just felt right to say his name like this.
Pavitr almost spaces out once he’s used to the feeling, almost relaxed in miguel’s hold while he’s thrusted into like some toy. He only snaps out of it when he hears him; “fuck, god- fuck fuck joder eres perfecto,” he groans lowly. His thrusts becoming much more messy and hard, he knew he’d bruise pav’s thighs- but he couldn’t bring himself to care. “córrete para mí, ¿de acuerdo bebé?” he coos into pavitr’s ear, pressing a kiss to his jaw while messily rubbing his clit, careful enough to detract his claws. Pavitr didn’t understand what Miguel said, even if he said it in english he probably wouldn’t have processed it either.
The tight feeling in his abdomen worsening, he sorta felt like he had to pee, Pav’s thighs lightly shook in discomfort as he’s further pressed against the wall, “nnh- wait p- plea—“ he wanted to plead with Miguel to stop, he didn’t want to pee on him, that sounded dirty and wrong. But he didn’t stop, he continued lazily rubbing Pavitr’s clit until he suddenly cried out, loudly whining and crying as he came on Miguel’s cock.
But he didn’t stop, he still rubbed his clit and thrusted almost violently, “h- ahhhgg!! f- fhgh-!!?” the teen cries as he squirts, his arms pull from the wall and hurriedly try to cover his face— whining as Miguel only holds him tighter, thrusting a few more times before finally slamming in one final time. As the teen lost what little energy he had left his arms dropped, still crying and moaning, so he took the chance to gently push his head back.
Without any warning he sinks his fangs into the teen’s neck, grinding his hips against Pavitr’s as he finally came, pumping the poor thing full of cum. he knew he was paralyzing him, but it wasn’t like really anyone else would be in his office anytime soon. After a minute of mixed panting and little noises he begins to pull out, earning a pained whine from Pav, so he goes slowly until he’s finally out.
Miguel softly huffed at the sight of pavitr’s now puffy cunt, sore and stuffed full of cum, he was pleasantly surprised seeing only a small amount of blood, he made a mental note to prep him better the next time. “that wasn’t so bad huh? you understand now yeah?” he says while setting him down on the ground, watching Pavitr struggle to move on the ground, barely being able to close his legs for at least some decency. “well.. good talk, hope you take what i said into consideration. keep this between us okay?” is all Miguel says before using a small piece of Pavitr’s suit to clean himself, then tucking himself away and walking out of his office, letting the entrance close behind him.