a proposal
As Miguel had expected, to his knowledge Pavitr hadn’t gone crying to anyone else about what happened, he kept his mouth shut and although struggling, he knew the other would keep it that way, he thought so anyways. As the days go by he notices how the teen is finally starting to do better again, he’s playful, cheery, and much less miserable.
But he also notices Pavitr is much clingier with Hobie, letting the other still push and move him around until he returns the favour, even more so now. During meetings he sees how even then they were still touching, holding onto the older’s wrist or arm- like they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. It left a bitter taste in Miguel’s mouth, it wasn’t like he was attached to Pavitr, before their little incident he didn’t acknowledge him much. But seeing him already so full of energy and life again with the one person that ticked him off the most, was both exhausting and irritating- yet he didn’t understand why, and he sorta just didn’t want to.
He had enough on his plate, he didn’t need to be pining over some stupid fifteen year old, even if he was thinking about him much more than he should- even for a hebephilic rapist. During training he imagines the younger sweating and panting from being worked down to the bone, so tired and needing a break. When he showers he thinks about Pavitr pressed against the shower wall panting from the heat, it’s driving him up the wall and he hates it. He doesn’t like the influence he has on him, even if he doesn’t know, and it starts to show.
Miguel’s much more short tempered and snappy, his gaze lingers on anyone he thinks is stepping even remotely out of line, it’s almost creepy— of course everyone else just thinks it’s a cranky phase, he’ll get out of it and things will be back to normal. The only person who doesn’t think so is Pavitr, it’s put him on edge seeing Miguel act the exact same way he did before he assaulted him, Miguel wouldn’t do it again to someone else would he..?
The thought alone terrifies him, it could be Gwen- Miles, maybe even Hobie if he was pent up and aggressive enough. It’s enough to keep his head full of worry and slight fear, he’s quiet around Miguel, instead watching him and the little things he did. He noticed how his eyes lingered on almost anything that moved, except him, there were times he could tell Miguel was eyeing Hobie while they sat or stood close. Not once did it occur to Pavitr it could’ve been jealousy, Miguel didn’t want anything more than what he got, he was sure if it.
After four more days of this the teen can’t take it anymore, he asks Miguel if they can meet in his office again when the others aren’t around, and to Pavitr’s surprise he said yes, telling him to come by after. It left Pavitr with some time to figure out how to prevent Miguel from lashing out again, even if he wasn’t a good person he still had to make sure nothing got out about what he did, he was desperate to keep Miguel satisfied if it meant he left others alone.
After all he was spider-man, he had to put others above himself, so with a tight chest and twisting stomach he makes a pit stop at home before they meet— needing to make sure everything went perfectly. By the time he’s back at spider HQ it’s around the time the others have headed home, as much as it worried him it worked in his favour perfectly.
Just like the week before, Pavitr stood at the end of the hall leading to Miguel’s office, finger tapping against his thigh as he takes the mask off before entering. This time Pavitr breaks the silence as the others pad lowers, “Miguel.. we, need to talk.” He begins, trying to keep composure and stand his ground this time. “About?” The older hums, stepping off the pad once it reached the ground, just like before he walks up to the teen, except he stays still this time.
“About before, what you did. I don’t want you to do it to anyone else,” Out of anything he could’ve said that’s what caught Miguel off guard, he stayed silent so he’d elaborate. “I don’t know why you’re acting like this.. but- I, I know it’s how you acted before you did what you did.” He couldn’t even say it, Pavitr didn’t want to say Miguel raped him, he was still too ashamed.
“And I.. I’ll let you do it again if you leave everyone else alone, if it’s just me, I’ll let you… do whatever you want.” The younger’s face is flushed, the tips of his ears almost red while he waited for an answer. “Just you?” Miguel repeats, amused at and almost admiring how Pavitr was willing to suffer for his friends. “Just me.. I even, uhm,” He goes quiet as the taller steps even closer. “You what? What else did you do,” “I wore something for you.” Already he’s twitching, he knew he really shouldn’t be getting tangled up even more with the kid, but when pavitr begins to undo his suit all logic is out the window.
Just as he said underneath his suit is a babydolly, pink and sheer, showing every perfect part of him. “You wore that for me?” He mutters, smoothing his hand up the other’s side to feel the fabric. He smirks when Pavitr shudders, “Y- yeah..” He doesn’t even have to take the rest off, Miguel’s already peeling the suit and dhoti pants off him with ease- this time not ripping it like before. He lets them drop to the floor before he’s picked up, “I’m flattered you did all this for me.” He chuckles while sitting back onto his seat, keeping the teen in his lap.
Sweat rolls down Pavitr’s brow, but he nods, he even pushes the babydoll up past his abdomen so Miguel can better see the see through panties too, they fit Pavitr perfectly. Miguel thought about how no one knew he had this on under his suit, no one knew except him.. Assuming Hobie probably wouldn’t see him like this was nothing short of perfect, he still didn’t know why he wanted Pavitr to himself, but it felt good knowing he didn’t even have to try.
The teen then gently grabs his wrist, guiding his hand to between his legs, wanting to show he was serious- Miguel could do as he pleased, he could handle it. So the older slips his fingers past the band, taking a few moments to cup his already soaking wet pussy. “I don’t think you’re doing this just to keep everyone safe.” He teases, sliding his middle finger between his cunt. “You’re saying this is mine?” When Pavitr nods he holds his chin with his thumb and pinter finger, making him look up. “Is this mine.” He repeats, the words make him nervous, he’s redder if even possible. “It, it’s yours..” “What’s mine?” “Me.”
That was better than just saying his cunt, even if he was so close and affectionate with Hobie he wasn’t going to have him like this, he wouldn’t allow it. Miguel savours it this time, one hand rests on the teen’s back to support him while the other hand stayed between his legs. he slowly rubbed his clit, his touch almost too gentle- Pavitr wasn’t sure why he felt that way, but he stays still, softly huffing as he’s spread open. He’s right, he’s soaking his panties and the older’s fingers, he doubts he has has to use blood to slick up his fingers this time.
When Miguel pushes two fingers into him he whines, but quickly quieting down even as his fingers were spreading apart inside him, it felt heavenly. “ahghh..” “Never felt that before?” He questions, finally pumping them after adding another digit. “nhh- nho?” Pavitr says truthfully, Hobie did this but it was different, “No? You haven’t done this to yourself have you?” Pavitr wonders if he should be honest that Hobie did it too, if he should say he fucked his thighs and made him cum so hard he saw stars.
“H- hobie did,” He whispers as his eyes flutter shut from how nice it felt. But then it stops, Pavitr worries he ruined the moment by telling the truth, when his eyes open he’s met with Miguel’s unreadable expression, his eyes were wide and he wasn’t sure if he looked mad or jealous. He can feel hand against his back press the talons dig into his skin, the sudden stinging pain makes the teen cry out before biting down on his bottom lip to stay quiet, tears flooded his eyes as he tried to ignore the stinging pain, Miguel didn’t retract his claws.
“Did he fuck you?” He whispers, voice cold, he couldn’t believe that little shithead got his hands on Pavitr, who softly shook his head. But then again it wasn’t like he made it clear the boy was his, for a moment Miguel pauses— retracting his claws and pulling the other closer by his arm. “You told him didn’t you,” grip hard as Pav sniffled, “yes- but he didn’t do anything, he won’t tell.” He reasons, hoping it’s enough to soothe the other’s jealousy and anger.
Wordlessly Miguel pushes his panties back to the side, easily slicking his three fingers again before starting to finger him, but his touch is rougher, it makes Pav tense and huff. “Well.. since you’re such a little slut it’s fine then, you can handle it.” He coos, just to tease him, at the very least he and Hobie were in a stalemate, neither could rat the other out. But despite his anger, Pavitr does take his fingers much better, he’s not crying and thrashing or making a huge scene.
Instead he quietly moans and whimpers from the pain in his back, there were small trails of blood trailing down it, staining and soaking the babydoll and his panties. “He got you used to this huh?” Miguel whispers into his ear, smiling a little when Pavitr nods quickly, “So you won’t kick and cry if i do this?” As he speaks his other hand trails down, his middle and index finger rubbing slow circles on his clit while curling his fingers.
Pavitr doesn’t shriek this time, he cries softly but nods and tries his best to keep his legs spread for Miguel. He didn’t say it but he was still worried if he didn’t make this interesting enough or too annoying he’d go after the others, for a few minutes it’s how the two sit, Pavitr in his lap with his hands on his thighs to support himself, keeping his legs apart for him. When Miguel decides he’s satisfied the other is a trembling mess, sniffling as he’s pulled up by his arm pits, as he’s lifted his panties are tugged down past his thighs, he shudders at the feeling of them being wet from both blood and his own wetness. “Keep your hips up,” Miguel mutters before undoing his suit, pulling his already leaking cock out.
Pavitr’s trembling as his hands rest on Miguel’s shoulders, unsure of what to grab onto or hold, he’s chest to chest with him as he’s rubbed against, he tries his best to grind down on Miguel- he didn’t want it to hurt this time, not as much as the last time at least. Miguel lets him, he even takes ahold of Pavitr’s wrist and guided his hand to his cock, “You know what to do, you want me to stay away from the others? Impress me.” he urges, holding back a smirk as the other nodded.
For a minute he’s rubbing his cock against his cunt, slowly grinding his hips down to get him nice and wet, all the while he pants quietly- trying to stay quiet from how.. nice it felt. It almost felt as good as when Hobie fucked his thighs, he knew just how to make it feel good, just thinking about the male is enough to make Pavitr wetter. He softly moans into Miguel’s shoulder, finally spreading himself and positioning his cock.
The sight is heavenly, Pavitr’s expression is nervous but determined as he begins to sink, as soon as the head slides in he’s trembling. He struggles to take more, both hands gripping at Miguel’s arms and shoulders- even lightly scratching at him. “Just a bit more, keep going.” He encourages, smugly smiling as the teen continued to slowly sink down on his cock. The more he managed to take the more Miguel lost a little more composure, Pavitr felt otherworldly, once the teen finally reached the hilt he huffed.
He was about to start moving the teen, only to notice the bump on Pavitr’s abdomen, he can’t help but place his hand over it- pressing against his own cock and making Pav whine in overstimulation. He felt so ungodly full, it felt so much different actually taking his time and waiting until he was ready- was it supposed to feel this.. good?
Miguel bucks his hips up, still pressing down on the boy’s abdomen and earning another strained moan. “You feel that?” He pants, already getting lost in how pretty he looked. In reality Pavitr looked disheveled, sweat dripping from his forehead and the babydoll was already a mess. One strap was already slipping off, showing more of his already exposed chest, he looked so rough and Miguel loved it.
Pavitr still makes an effort to try ride him, his thighs trembling as he lifts himself enough to where he can better ride Miguel— but even then he’s barely able to roll his hips without it being incredibly uncoordinated. But after a minute of struggling, the teen finds a decent pace, his hands return to the older male’s thighs as he raises and lowers his hips- even grinding down occasionally to make sure he didn’t get bored.
And despite his almost blank expression he was far from bored or disinterested, he couldn’t feel such carnal desire for anyone else, not when Pavitr was grinding down on his cock like a whore. His hands find their way to his sides, holding him and helping him quicken his pace, he practically helped him bounce on his cock. He’d be lying if he said wasn’t losing himself within the other, he was trying harder and harder not to just pin the poor kid down against the seat and fuck him stupid.
He even though about fucking him pregnant, the small bump on his stomach only made it worse. “Fuck it.” The older huffs, taking a moment to bring Pavitr to a stop, only to wrap his arms around his waist- keeping the boy against his chest as he started to desperately thrust up into him, his brows knit together as he buried his face into his neck— deeply inhaling and huffing. Even when sweaty and slightly smelling like blood, Pav smelt delicious, almost intoxicating.
His heightened senses made it all the more overwhelming, barely even giving the poor thing a chance to react through it all. Pavitr’s almost sobbing through his moans, unable to realize he was being far too noisy and loud, but neither of them cared. His arms were practically limp against the other while he was jackhammered into, drool almost dripping off his lips and tears slowly streaming down his face yet again but this time from pure pleasure.
His mouth hangs open long enough for Miguel to kiss him, shoving his tongue in his mouth and savouring how sweet he was, especially as the teen pushed into the sloppy kiss, letting his mouth he explored this time. His moans aren’t any less loud, they’re slightly muffled and softer but he’s shamelessly making noise after noise against the other’s tongue. He only whimpers as his lips are nipped and licked at, “Fuck- god fuck, ¿Se siente bien bebé?” He huffs against his lips, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “h- haanh, mmh!” Pavitr seriously couldn’t think straight, he couldn’t really feel his legs and he could only really process that he was completely stuffed full.
His eyes are barely open, there’s strands of hair sticking to his face while he weakly whines, it’s perfect and Miguel doesn’t want it to end. It felt perfect like this, mercilessly thrusting into the fifteen year old he was supposed to mentor and guide, it was awful and god forbid anyone see what he was doing, but it’d be worth it. Miguel’s so spaced out he barely realizes he’s about to cum, it was earlier than he expected but could he really be blamed? With a few more harsh thrusts he practically bear hugs Pavitr as he slams into him, earning a cry as he came deep in the boy- further pumping deeper into him as he held him close, not allowing him to try get away or get the cum out.
Pavitr’s dazed, his eyes barely open as he’s limp against Miguel, he wondered if he done or if they had to do more. For a minute the two sit in silence until the older carefully begins to lift Pavitr, he sighs softly as he finally pulls all the way out- watching his cum start to seep out the teen, he sorta hoped the teen would get pregnant. “are we- we done..?” he asks as his thighs try to press together, not wanting to make a mess all over Miguel’s suit.
“No, turn around.” Is all he says before man handling the teen like he weighed nothing, he turns Pavitr around and pushes him down by his back. He keeps the teen’s hips up, holding his thigh with one hand while the other spread his legs further. “Has anyone fucked your ass?” The way he says it makes Pav shudder, not liking how it felt to be spread apart so much. “n- nho,” He says, nervous of what Miguel had in mind, he practically shook in his hold- both from fear and shame.
Not to mention he was practically face to face with the other’s cock, his stomach felt tight.. “You don’t have to be scared,” the older hums before spitting on his hole, when Pavitr flinches his grip on his thigh tightens just a little. “Just relax okay? It’s easier if you don’t fight it,” He said casually before pulling the teen’s hips up just a little bit closer. He whimpers when he feels Miguel’s tongue against him softly lapping, so Pavitr did with what little knowledge he had about these things.
One hand timidly took ahold of his cock, his thumb hesitantly rubbing over the slit, it felt heavy in his hands.. It was maybe twelve inches? Thick too, Pav couldn’t believe he took all of that, twice. He sighs shakily as he begins stroking him, doing the best he could with one hand while the other held onto Miguel’s thigh for support, he wondered if Hobie ever did anything like this..
He couldn’t help but think about them doing this, would he ever want to see him like this? As he’s lost in thought Miguel slips his tongue into him, finally managing to get the boy to relax enough for it, the noise of surprise from Pavitr is enough to make his cock twitch in his hands, he liked that the other could feel how excited he was. Pavitr was slowly starting to relax, hesitantly he licked at the slit, dragging his tongue along the head, he continued to softly lap and lick at his cock while he stroked his shaft.
After a few minutes the teen even began to slightly push back against his mouth, trying to grind against something for friction- he almost wanted to reach up and touch himself, he’s never felt that way, it was a weird urge he didn’t really understand. He whines when Miguel pulls his mouth away while licking his lips, “You ready?” He chuckles, finding the sight below him cute, already the teen was soaked again- almost dripping down his thighs though he barely noticed.
“h- hnm,” Pavitr wasn’t sure if he was ready, for any of this. But he knew he had to push through and tough it out for the better, so he timidly nods, “y- yes.. Miguel,” he was used to calling his superior Mr. O’hara, giving him the respect he deserved, he had looked up to him. But it didn’t feel right to call him that now, and he didn’t seem to mind either, so it’d be what Pav would stick to.
He sighs shakily as he’s pulled up by his waist, relaxing so he could be moved however he pleased, he even leaned back against his chest to show he wasn’t going anywhere. Miguel slips his hand under the back of his knees, pulling them up to his chest and holding them, his other holds his cock, slowly rubbing it against the teen’s wet hole. He’s sure even if the prep isn’t enough the kid can tough it out, he’d find a way to make him take it, he had to claim him every way he could.
Pavitr’s breath hitches as he’s lowered, his eyes shutting tightly while trying to get used to the pressure, he pants harder as Miguel begins to sink him down on his cock. Tears prick in his eyes when he realizes Miguel just only pushed the head in, “Hahg— I- I can’t,” He chokes out between pants. “I thought you wanted to impress me.. wasn’t that the whole reason you came here,” Miguel whispers into his ear, taking the chance to kiss at his jaw. “If I stopped then this would be all for nothing cariño.” He coos, mockingly, but he’s still right and it makes the teen squirm.
But for a few moments he pauses, showing Pavitr had a ‘choice’ here, when he realizes he tries to blink away his tears. And after a few more moments of trying to get used to how weird it felt, he gives a little nod. It’s all the older needs before beginning to lower the teen quicker than before, within seconds he bottoms out- even as Pavitr buries his face in his knees to muffle his cries, “Puedes tomarlo, sé que puedes cariño..” He says as Pav sobs particularly loudly, that’s the second time he’s called him cariño, it would’ve been sweet if what he was doing wasn’t so disgusting.
He felt like he was doing something wrong, like Miguel shouldn’t be inside there or touching him there. When he reaches the hilt Pavitr is trying to keep what little composure he has, he shakily wipes his eyes again and again while his bottom lip shakes, he looks perfect struggling to contain his fear and discomfort. “See? that wasn’t so bad was it,” He chuckles, deciding to be at least a little kind and let the younger get used to the cock buried deep in him.
But as much as he cries his cunt is soaked, his clit hard again and almost twitching from need, if Pavitr doesn’t like it at least his body does. “You’re so wet.. you must like this if you’re soaking my lap.” Miguel teases, smiling against his jaw when he hears him pitifully whine. “I’m gonna move now, if you can take this I’m all yours.” Pavitr hates how he says it, like he’s doing this because he wants him all to himself.
He doesn’t know how he feels about him but it’s not want- he doesn’t feel that way, even as he kisses and sucks at his neck. When he begins to thrust it knocks the breath out of the teen, he gasps for air as he pulls out to the tip- just to slam back into him. He’s held tightly once again against Miguel’s chest, it’s must worse than before- even if it feels good. He cries loudly between gasps and pained grunts, he’s too overwhelmed to try keep quiet, or to try sound like it felt good.
He was desperate to please Miguel but it was more than too much, it hurt but he felt light headed and warm, by then he could feel how wet he was. He felt disgusted with himself for feeling good when it hurt, he didn’t understand why he felt good- Miguel wasn’t even touching him between his legs, he whined in confusion, unable to find words whatsoever. Miguel’s just as lost, huffing and bucking up into him like an animal, he was trying his hardest not to bite down on him again. So he licked at the scarred bite-mark, dragging his tongue along it as his thrusts increased in speed, he’s drunk on the teen, unable to think about anything except pumping him full of cum.
He wasn’t sure why the other had such a strong effect on him, he was just some stupid kid, but this kid was his- he’d make sure of it. “Eres perfecto!” He groans against Pavitr’s neck, the younger cries louder as he’s held tighter. He was almost suffocating in the other’s hold, squirming and trying to push at his arms for some relief, it was unbelievably overwhelming mixed with Miguel’s merciless thrusts. When his abdomen tightens he only gets more excited and desperate to fill the teen up, his hold is still tight as he thrusts one final time, groaning loudly as he finally fills his boy up.
Pavitr’s breathless when he cums, barely managing to squeak as he squirts, only when Miguel’s grip lessens he cries out. Yet despite his cries and sobs his hips try to grind down to stay full, he even squirts again when he takes the older right back down to the hilt. He pants heavily, tear filled eyes tightly shut. He mewls when Miguel kisses at the bite-mark again, trailing kisses and even some hickeys up to his jaw, needing to make sure that if Hobie got his hands on him again he’d at least know Pavitr was truly his.
The two stay like that until Miguel’s soft, he’s so slow pulling out from him, biting his lip seeing his stuffed hole. Instead of just dropping him and leaving he holds him close, absentmindedly holding his abdomen while pavitr sat in his lap. The process of getting him dressed is even slower, taking his sweet time admiring every little scratch and bruise he left. When pavitr’s finally dressed he’s out cold, limp in the older’s arms, too tired to leave to somewhere safer.
Miguel ends up seated back in his chair, Pavitr asleep in his arms as he finishes work, as he works he wonders if the teen could get pregnant from this. The thought barely registers as a con, he guessed he really was getting attached to the younger, he was fine with this. He could accept being Pavitr’s as much as he was his, the thought was actually a little nice. Pavitr wasn’t so sure this was as bad either, if Miguel was nice like this then maybe it really wasn’t such an awful situation. The two stay like that for the rest of the night as well, cuddled close together enjoying the warmth and touch.