#indian spiderman

[sarahdraws16]

Hobie & Pavitr 🕷️🕸️ my two favs

[griffinborn]

Ok I get where everyone is coming from when they see the design of Pavitr ‘Pav’ Prabhakar aka Indian SpiderMan as an expression of gender queerness, but let me be frank this is very typical Indian male costuming.

Even the toxic masculine patriarchal men have similar stylistic expressions or to be be more precise this is a traditional/historical/ye olde male aesthetic.

Having said that I love what design elements are being used here. So…

Let's take it from the top.

The FACE MASK

The Three Colors surrounding the eyes are typical spider man colours but they are done to evoke the image the traditional makeup done for the ancient dance art Kathakali. In which the whole face is painted and bold lines are drawn to emphasise/exaggerate the eyes. These eye mask lines are usually thin - bold-thin.

Same with the white lines on the cheek bones which are indicative of tusks or pincers of demons or Animorphs in folklore/myths.

The white dot in the centre of the forehead is the most common Hindu motif, expressed in myriad of ways all over the country .

The ARM/LEG BANDS/CUFFS

The bicep cuff is a part of Indian historic armour - made of malleable metal, its bejewelled ornate counterparts were then worn in day to day life. Here in the north Royals still wear it during big ceremonies. These metal bands are generally worn by warriors.

bangles (metal circles worn at wrists) are an important male accessory and are more daily wear even in present modern times, some religions (Sikh,Jain etc.) require the males to always wear one at all times. The ones on the suit were more in the shape of wrist guards which again were an armour accessory. In Indian male clothing the cuffs are usually emphasised.

Due to traditional male footwear being sandals metal ankle cuffs were employed to guard the shins and were worn during wars while thinner bands - ornamental accessories - were worn in daily wear.

There are so many other things I want to elaborate on like: The PATTERNS/LOGO,The LEG GARMENT (??!)(what’s the collective term for clothes for legs?), The Cat’s Cradle swinging/body animation ; but my ADHD is already acting up so imma leave this here.

SIDE NOTE:

I love how the heel and toes are bare in this design. It makes sense from the spider powers perspective - no barrier in contact allows for better manoeuvring and jump control as is seen in gymnastics. But also because in Hindu culture important tasks including some traditional sports require the removal of footwear and getting feet dirty is not discouraged (of course with an adherence to washing of the feet multiple times in a day)

I also loved how incorporated his wrist guard is in his spider style using it as a toy and a tool. This aspect of making use of something in a completely different way was so desi ‘Jugaad’ I was stunned.

[atlanticbones]

"What did you say?! CASA HOUSE?! CASA MEANS HOUSE BRO! YOU'RE SAYING HOUSE HOUSE! Would I ask to use the stove stove in your kitchen kitchen?!"

[iwannabealice]

*when they met for the first time*

pavitr: where are you from?

hobie: england

pavitr: i'm sorry

hobie, a little louder: england

pavitr: no, i heard. i'm just sorry

[anxiousandpessimistic]

Pavitr:Ok ! Are you guys d- Gwen:Depressed? Spider-Noir:Dark and sad? Peni: Dead? Hobie: Dying? Spider-Ham:Distressed? Spider-Byte: Dissapointing? Miles: Drained? Miguel:Desperate? Spider-Woman:Doubtful? Pavitr: -done with your work...What is wrong with you guys

[missmyluv]

miguel’s wife reader loves to take care of all the spidey’s even if they’re middle aged men / women.

she swiftly persuades miguel when he doesn’t let hobie pav miles n’ gwen go to a concert in hobie’s world, telling him about how you can’t just keep them cooped inside of the building waiting for a mission to pop up! he folds at the sight of you purposely batting your eyelashes at him and leaning up against him. saying “be back as soon as i call for backup.” lyla bugs him about how much of a softie he is towards you.

you kiss his cheek giggling and let them know, they hug you so tightly that your kid fever kicks in. they’re so sweet.

you’ll have time to help jessica with her inhumane cravings during her pregnancy talking to her about gossip or how corny her own husband is, or listening to ben’s loud thoughts and his horrid past.

but you’ll always have time with your husband, checking on him what it seems like every five minutes to him— he doesn’t mind at all really. they’ll be moments where he jus wants to be engulfed in your warmth with you on his lap, caressing his curly hair.

inspo :3

[glowstick-cafe]

♡Across the Spiderverse: Relationship Hc's♡

Pavitr Prabhakar x reader

Genre: Fluff, SFW

Warnings: Pavitr being the only guy ever, reader is gender neutral, reader is a poc 🤷

Summary: Idk man I'm just raw dogging this till I hit a wall, bc brainrot be like that sometimes.

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You met Pavitr while he was changing out of his hero costume.

It was an accident! There was an attack near your school that halted the day, luckily, spiderman was there to help save the day.

Though it took a you a minute to recollect your emotions after that very scarring experience(you will have to speak to your therapist about this), you decided that it would be a great idea to go to the bathroom where upon enter you see Pavitr, the boy in the class next to yours changing into his uniform and a spiderman costume laid near the sink. "Oh heck-"

After a lot of explaining ang gifts of bribery(boyish charm included) over the course of a month you began dating the boy. Yeah you, dating spiderman, crazy right?

When you began dating him, Pavitr would info dump about tea because his aunt did the same to him, it was a vicious cycle.

His nose would scrunch up everytime you got a fact about something wrong, but he never dares to correct you.

Expect random peck on your cheek throughout the day, but kisses on the lips fluster him too much.

"I love you." "Mhmm.." "Say it back!" You have to say it back or he will make it a problem for the rest of the day.

Pavitr will always stare at you while you do your last minute assignments, he already did his but he likes seeing you look messy while you're rushing to turn in work that is due in an hour.

"It's easy being spiderman!" Is what he always says, but he hates being spiderman when it makes you stay up waiting for him.

Sometimes when he comes home late at night, he meets your sleeping body in his bed, he hums in delight at the sight and lays next to you; watching your breathing as it rises and falls.

[sillyboyisntcorporated]

no words can describe how much i absolutely adore them

[harryfroggo]

Protecc this boi at all cost dtfiyfygusuaeyaehcitxi

[starlightshadowsworld]

I do love how genuinely apologetic the Spot sounded when Pavitr said "and you came to India (for his self improvement journey) don't eat, pray love me, bro."

[yoonvik]

[angel-of-the-moons]

Hey can I request a pavitr Prabhakar x reader where it's both the reader av Pavitrs first time.

Just some smut with a fluff ending

Thanks for your time. Have a good day:)

*cracks knuckles* I was waiting for someone to ask about the P-Man! (I love him so much ty nonnie)

Novices

(Aged Up)Pavitr Prabhakar x Fem!Reader

MINORS DNI: I am not responsible for the content you consume.

All characters featured in this fic are aged up. There are no minors.

TW/CW: Smut, NSFW, PIV sex, oral sex (Fem! receiving) mutual consent, fingering, prep, y'all are both virgins, Fluff as fluffy as Pavitr's luxurious hair, protected sex, condom usage (our man may be a goober but he's not dumb!), Pavitr Prabhakar is the king of oral, (you can't tell me with this face he's NOT, that's the face of a man who knows how good he is), slight overstimulation, Awkwardness, You lil' cutie patooties, some pet names(?)

None of this is beta read, we die like those younglings that Anakin snuffed out in the Jedi Temple

(Translation: Sundari = beautiful)

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You and Pavitr had been dating for at least two years at this point. As cheesy as it is, the two of you were long-time, childhood best friends. You were there for each other through the worst of it, all the ups and downs growing humans could go through.

He couldn't even keep his Spider-Man alter ego a secret from you; because hey! You were best pals!

And then highschool came and at some point you realized, that, hell. You had a crush on your best friend. You sat in your little pining box (ha! A pun!) Up until a few months before graduation. It was there where you had finally confessed to Pavitr in which he loudly blurted "I love you, too!" In the middle of the ceremony, earning more than a few stares from people.

Your parents included and his Aunty Maya. Your mother was overjoyed that Pavitr was the man you had set your sights on, because she loved that boy. Your father was... Protective, a bit on the cliché side. But he wanted you happy, so he accepted that you grew up and this was what you wanted.

Now, the two of you had gotten close to being intimate a few times. Nothing beyond kissing, some light touching, and maybe just a hickey or two (totally on accident and you definitely did not get weird looks at the breakfast table by your parents)...

But after a long talk... The two of you decided to finally go all the way, and break past that last awkward barrier in your relationship.

Yeah. Easier said than done.

That was how you got here. In your house. Your parents gone for the weekend to leave you in charge of the place. Perfect opportunity, ample time and privacy...

Way easier said than done.

You both had gotten a little too into the kissing, but when Pavitr pulled you into his lap to kiss at your neck is when you felt him. And how excited he was getting. That popped your little bubble and reality set in for the both of you.

Here you were, sitting cross-legged on your bed, shoulders touching, Pavitr giving you nervous glances and shuffling awkwardly in place, your hands firmly placed in your lap. The both of you were both too nervous and stumped to figure out what to do.

You were also squirming, because you yourself had been getting excited until your brain turned back on, the awkward heat and dampness in your panties not unknown to you... But you still felt awkward with it because Pavitr was right there, and you could see he was trying to not make it obvious the bulge in his pants.

"So... What do we... Do?" You ask, looking down at your lap, chewing the nail on your index finger.

"Uh..." Pavitr swallowed nervously. "I... I mean... Uh..."

"Yeah."

"Mhmm..."

You both sat there, red in the face for another long, quiet minute.

Pavitr is the one who broke the silence this time, "I... I know a bit... But uh... Not much... Outside of..." He just couldn't bring himself to say it; even now he just couldn't say out loud the stuff he saw on the internet. If he did he felt like his hair would catch on fire.

"Yeah..." You say, rubbing the back of your neck.

"We could... Start again... Take it slow and see what comes naturally..?" Pavitr said, his brows pinching upwards as he smiles crookedly, running a hand through his dark brown locks, attempting his trademark smirk; but failing at it so hard he almost looks like he's in pain.

"I... Well, yeah... We... We can." You say, finally making shy eye contact with him, your lips curving up slightly.

Pavitr shifts so he's on his knees in front of you, holding his hands up as if he's trying to pacify a scared animal. "So... I'm going to kiss you now--can I? Kiss you, I mean? To start off--" He started to blabber.

"Yeah, Pav... You... You can kiss me." You chuckle quietly.

"Good! Good!" He said, his hands reaching for your cheeks as he takes hold of you. He maintains eye contact as his thumbs trace the hollows of your cheeks, and then your cheekbones before leaning in.

Pavitr places a gentle kiss on each side of your face, close to your mouth, before finally putting his lips to yours as your hands encircle his wrists and you lean into it.

It was soft and sweet, as he always was with you.

Pavitr let a small sigh through his nostrils as one of his hands reached behind your head to hold the base of your skull; careful not to snag or tug any of your hair as he leaned into you further, pressing for a deeper kiss.

You let him lead, your lips chasing his as your mouths kept dancing. He dared to dart his tongue out and split the seam of your soft lips so your tongue could caress his.

Your hands moved up his arms, feeling the slope and stiffness of the muscles in his limbs until you spread your palms over his shoulders, eyelids fluttering closed. You wished you could keep staring at him, but a part of you also wanted to imagine how you two must have looked in this moment.

The kiss got more heated, more passionate as he tipped your head a bit more so he could slip his tongue deeper into your mouth, running across your teeth, mapping out everything he could as though he was trying to commit the layout of your mouth to his memory.

His other hand went from your cheek, to your waist, where he tugged you a bit closer to him so that now you were almost between his parted knees on the bed.

You both finally remembered that you needed to breathe, and your mouths broke apart, a slack trail of saliva connecting your tongues together until it snapped. Pavitr leaned forward and placed some more chaste, sweet kisses to the corner of your mouth before diving back in, earning a soft giggle from you.

This time, you felt a surge of boldness bubble up within you, and you leaned in to take his bottom lip between your teeth, applying gentle pressure as you nipped him.

"Ha... Bad girl." Pavitr breathed hotly, before leaning forward and placing a kiss to your jaw; trailing his mouth down a bit to place hot, open mouthed kisses to your neck, his tongue tracing the excited pulse that danced just beneath your skin.

Your hands climbed their way upwards, your fingers tangling in the headband he wore before slowly pulling it off, his curly hair bouncing free as you drop it to the mattress, your fingers slipping into the impossibly soft, dark waves, earning a soft groan from him when your nails softly scraped at his scalp.

Pavitr latched on as his mouth moved down; down to that spot in your neck he knew made you weak, before sucking hard, earning a small gasp from you and a brief stilling of your hands in his hair as his tongue laved over the patch of skin that was already blossoming into a soft bruise.

"P-Pav..." You try to sound firm, scolding. But it failed, you were too breathy. "If my Baba sees that..."

"Oh, right." He muttered against your skin, placing a soft kiss over the hickey in a hasty apology.

Pavitr's hand on your waist shifted, so it was barely beneath the hem of your shirt, his thumb caressing the soft skin beneath. "Hey, sundari, is this okay? Can I do this?"

"Y-yeah." You say, trying to even put your breathing as he keeps kissing at your neck.

"You sure?" He hums, his mouth trailing to the other side of your throat.

"Yes..."

He hums again as his hand slowly drifts higher, his eyes rolling closed at how good your skin felt beneath his fingers; calloused from swinging from building to building for so long, from fighting bad guys.

But now... Now he had you. And this moment. No crooked villain was gonna snatch this moment from him. He wished he could pause this moment in time, or at least pause the world outside your room; so the two of you could take all the time in eternity to explore each other's bodies. He wished he could just--

His thoughts stopped when he realized your hands had bunched the fabric of his shirt and your fingers started tugging it upwards.

Pavitr lifted his head to look at you and you blushed again, averting your gaze a bit as you tugged once more.

"Pav... Can you..?" You start to ask.

Pavitr's eagerness almost made you laugh out loud with how fast he reached up and yanked his shirt off, throwing it to the floor, his big, gorgeous dark chocolate brown eyes looking at you with excitement and joy.

You bit your lip to stifle a giggle that slipped out of you.

"What? What?" Pavitr asked, tilting his head.

"You did that so fast..." You snort, biting on your knuckle.

"I--! I can't help it! I'm excited, okay?!" He said, a bit more shrill than he intended.

Your eyes flick downwards at his lap for a fraction of a second. "I can tell..."

Pavitr blushes profusely and makes a face.

"That's not what I meant! That's not what I--okay so it's a little bit of what I meant--or I... You... Oh you're making this so much harder!"

"....I can tell." You snicker louder, hinting at an inappropriate joke.

"Bad girl!" Pavitr stammered, reaching out to squish your cheeks in between his fingers. "Bad!"

You giggle, squirming to get away from him as his hands find their way to your sides, and he begins tickling you mercilessly as payback.

"Pavitr! Pavitr, okay I'm sorry! I'm sorr-ahaha!" You squeal, pulling him back with you onto the blankets, your head falling to be cushioned in your plush pillows.

Only when your faces were an inch or so apart did he stop, supporting himself on his elbows as he looked down at you.

"I know." He breathed quietly, his voice almost shaking. "Couldn't help it."

His knee was between your legs, his chest heaving just barely as he tried to rein himself in.

"Do you... Do you still wanna keep going?" You ask him.

"I do. I really do." He says to you, leaning down to kiss you hungrily once again.

You make a soft noise against the invasion of his tongue, and your hands moved to flatten on his chest, before moving down ever so slowly as you gently scraped your nails down the muscles in his abdomen; earning a sharp hiss from him, as if your touch burned him.

You snatch your hands away and pull back from the kiss. "I--I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--"

"No, no... Ah..." Pavitr leaned in again, his forehead pressed against yours as he closed his eyes. His hand grabbed one of yours and put it back on his chest.

"Do that again."

You smiled against his lips and repeated the motion, earning a quiet groan from his throat as you do.

You felt the length running down the inside of his pants twitch against the outside of your thigh at the sensation. The knowledge that you were doing this, that you were the one who got to touch him like this for the first time, sent a fresh rush of heat straight through your core.

Pavitr reached out and slipped his hand up your stomach, spreading his hand out so his fingers were splayed across the soft skin there.

"Can I... Or... Can you... Can we..?" He floundered.

You kiss the curve of his jaw and lean forwards, gently urging him back until you were sitting up again, giving him the freedom to pull your shirt up and over your head. His hands gently palmed at the fabric before he dropped it to join his on the floor, staring at you in an awestruck manner the moment his eyes fell to your bra.

You felt a fresh rush of heat flood your face and you chewed the inside of your cheek, resisting the urge to cover yourself.

You really weren't given the opportunity to do so, as Pavitr practically tackled you back against the bed, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his hands grabbed you again; breathing in the soft, citrusy smell of your perfume that still barely clung to your skin.

"Pavitr!" You squeaked.

"Sorry." He said tersely. He lifted his head and looked down at you.

"I was just possessed by your sheer beauty! I could not help myself!" He said, putting in his dramatic flair. "It was as though my mind were not my own!"

"Goober!" You laugh, smacking his arm playfully.

"Sundari." Pavitr said, his voice low as he placed a kiss right at the valley between your breasts. He could feel your heart fluttering like a frightened bird inside of your ribcage, the soft beat echoing out through your soft skin.

He waited for your reaction as he placed another kiss there; and seeing that you squirmed but didn't voice discomfort... He did it again, this time, moving a bit closer to one of your breasts, kissing the swell of flesh.

"Hey, love." Pavitr mumbled against your skin as he nipped you playfully.

"I... Ah... Yeah?" You swallowed, dropping your head onto your pillows as your hands twined in his hair again.

"I can't leave marks on your skin, right? Like your neck?"

"Yeah..."

"So what if..." He kissed your chest again, moving down just slightly, the fabric of your bra pressing against his chin. "...I left some..." His teeth nipped at your skin, sending goosebumps up your body, a sharp inhale coming from you.

"Here?" His mouth closed over the skin; his teeth scraping and sucking until he left another bruise on your breast, earning a shudder from you, your fingers catching in his hair a bit as you took your bottom lip between your teeth.

Damn him, he shouldn't get to look so beautiful and so pleased with himself!

His hands slid around your back, his fingers brushing the band and clasps of your bra. You lifted yourself up enough to let him grasp at it...

But he just couldn't.

"Crap." He groaned against your skin. "How do I..."

You snorted a laugh and slipped your around around your back with practiced ease, and unhooked the clasps for him, and laid back down.

"Oh... I guess you have a lot more practice at that than I would, huh?" He laughed awkwardly.

"Yeah." You giggle.

You looked at each other a moment, lost in each other's eyes.

"May I finish taking it off of you?" Pavitr said, his voice so quiet you could barely hear it over the beating of your heart that thundered in your ears.

You nod, lifting your arms so he could pull the straps down, kissing at the swell of your breasts, his tongue giving small licks as he went, pulling the restricting garment off of you. He frowned a little when he saw the marks it left in your skin, and started kissing them, too. Easing them with his tongue, smoothing them out, earning a small whimper from you.

He really likes that sound. He needed to hear you do it again.

Pavitr spoke your name like a holy prayer. "My beautiful girl." He said, looking down at you, his gaze trailing slowly down until his eyes settled on your breasts, your nipples already pebbling at the cool air of your bedroom. "I love you."

"I love you, too." You breathe, your breath hitching when he leaned down with almost no warning, his tongue darting out to sweep across one of your pert nipples, his hand giving a similar treatment to the other one, pinching and rolling it between the pads of his fingers.

He closed his mouth around it like he'd seen in several videos online, and closed his teeth around it.

"Oh! Ow! Pavitr--gentle!" You whine. "Too hard..."

"Sorry." He panted, popping off of you to apologize, before diving back in, this time taking care to gently pull your flesh with his teeth, rolling his tongue around as he did so, until he found a rhythm that got the best reaction out of you; switching over to give the other nipple the same treatment.

"P-Pav--" You whimper, feeling the sparks his tongue and teeth left on your chest shoot straight to the throbbing heat growing between your legs, soaking your panties and--you're quite certain--your leggings.

"Yes?" His voice muses, dripping with something you've never heard from him before.

"Uh--" You try, your chest shaking as you try to even out your breathing again.

"Um..."

Pavitr pressed his forehead against yours again, locking his gaze to yours.

"We can stop if you wanna."

"I... I don't want to stop I'm just..." You say, pursing your lips to try and find the right words.

"Yeah...." He says quietly to you.

Pavitr's hand moves down to the waistband of your leggings, hooking his thumb around the thick elastic. "Can I?"

You bite your lip and nod, your hands going up to clench and unclench at your sides, pushing your breasts together (which ultimately distracts Pavitr for a moment, before he returns to his task).

He slowly begins sliding the stretchy fabric off your hips, down your thighs... Revealing the black and pink striped panties beneath. He gives you plenty of opportunity to change your mind, to tell him to stop. But when you don't, Pavitr licks his bottom lip as he finally slips your garments off your ankles, tossing them to join your shirts and bra on the floor.

His hand rests on the curve of your hip, "You're so gorgeous." He leans to plant a soft kiss just below your navel. "My beautiful girlfriend." Pavitr coos.

His fingers hesitate to grab the elastic of your underwear, but you let out a shaky breath and nod, your eyes connecting with his briefly.

Pavitr swallows at the lump in his throat, and pulls your panties down, his breath catching in his throat as you lift your hips and he's able to pull the fabric free from your body.

You instinctively squirm, to try and close your legs as the cool air hits your wet folds, your slick glistening.

"I... I know... Can I... Do something? Please? To... To help you." Pavitr said, his voice excited and a little impatient.

"I... Uh. Yeah." You said, blinking down at him, already you had a feeling you knew where this was headed.

Your thoughts were confirmed when Pavitr eased himself until he was practically on his belly, lowering his mouth to your aching core, sending a puff of air across you that sent a shiver up your spine.

Okay. Okay. He knew what to do. He'd seen it plenty of times, he'd read about it plenty of times... He could do this. You were his girlfriend, couples did this sort of thing all the time. Men did this to women all the time. He was a man. You were a woman. He could do this. He could do this.

'Just remember what you learned...'

Pavitr kissed your slick lips with reverent gentleness as his arms wrapped around your thighs, his fingers digging into the plushest parts of them as he gently eased your legs just a bit more apart.

His tongue hesitantly traced the edges of your puffy lips, and he closed his eyes as the taste.

Sweet, with a slight bitter edge. Maybe it had something to do with those fruit juices you liked so much? He read somewhere that that sort of thing could affect your taste, and--

The moment his tongue flattened out on your clit, it was like a lightning bolt struck you, and your toes curled.

"Pavitr." You whimpered.

"Was that okay?" He asked, his chin glistening ever so slightly with your wetness, his eyes full of concern.

"Yes. God, yes." You sigh, moving your legs in an attempt to urge him to do it again.

Pavitr grinned, feeling confident in this new task as he started licking you, gently grazing your folds with his teeth as he teased you. He moved back up again, sucking at you and closing his mouth around your clit, rolling the bundle of nerves with his tongue to see what might get the best reactions, noises, and breathy little words out of that gorgeous mouth of yours.

He curled his tongue around you, and sucked hard, making you gasp and arch your back at the harsh, throbbing pleasure that coursed through you as he applied gentle suction, before easing up and applying it back again.

Pavitr's eyes rolled back a bit when your fingers tugged at his hair, rolling your hips up to meet his eager mouth.

You dared sneak a glance down at him between your legs and the sight alone made your whole body weak.

His eyes were closed, his feathery lashes brushing his cheeks as he looked positively blissed in what he was doing to you with his mouth, his fingers squishing the plush of your thighs as he moved again, this time moving his tongue around until he found your entrance.

Your head dropped back into the pillows again, one of your hands gripping Pavitr's hair like your life depended on it, your other hand balling in the sheets as his tongue slipped inside you, writhing, gliding, writing love letters against and inside your body as he worked at you feverishly.

His hand moved until his thumb pressed firmly against your clit, rolling it like he did with his tongue before.

"Pavitr!" You moaned, grinding yourself against his mouth and hand with a desperate whimper.

You felt that familiar coiling of heat building in the pit of your stomach, pins and needles at the edges of your fingertips. Normally, it was a sensation you had only given yourself with your fingers on lonely, longing nights, but it felt almost new. Especially with a handsome guy between your legs, eating you out like a man starved, like you were the only thing he would ever want or need to taste.

Pavitr honestly felt like he could die happy between your thighs as they squished him in. Hell of a way to go, but totally and utterly worth it to him, seeing you like this, writhing and gasping out his name on short puffy breaths.

He grinned against your slick mound and wrapped his lips around your clit again, sucking feverishly as he dared to press a finger inside you; earning a sharp, ragged gasp from you and your eyes screwing tightly shut. The stinging of his scalp was almost forgotten as he hummed against you, sending the vibrations straight through to your brain, numbing you to everything else except him.

Pavitr pressed and curled his finger inside you, testing the waters before adding in a second. He curved his fingers slightly, like someone rubbing the chin of a small animal.

"Oh god." He heard you rasp out, biting your lip as a tiny mewl crawled out of your throat.

He gave a broad swipe of his tongue before latching onto your bundle of nerves again, this time, adding a third finger, gently thrusting them in and out of you, all the way to his knuckles as he pushed you closer and closer to your peak.

The stretch was different, his fingers were thicker and longer than your own, and he could reach a place inside of you that you never could. Your thighs flexed and squeezed his head as you bit your knuckle, a pleasured sob bubbling up within you as you felt your orgasm start to crest.

"P-Pavitr, please I'm--" You moan out, cutting yourself off. "'m so close, so so so so so close!"

Your voice babbled out almost mindlessly, and god, did it sound like an angel singing in his ears the way you said his name like that. He could feel a fresh gush of that sweet nectar of yours around his fingers as he felt your muscles tightening around his fingers.

Pavitr gave one long, hard, throbbing suck to your clit, curling his fingers at that perfect spot inside of you; and felt a big boost to his ego when you loudly moaned his name as you came, your hips twitching and legs practically crushing his head as every nerve in your body lit up, endorphins flooding you as your muscles clamped around him.

You dragged your eyes open as you felt him still scissoring his fingers inside you, stretching you open and drawing out your orgasm to the point it was almost painful, his mouth and tongue still assaulting you.

"P-P-Pavitr--" You whimper pitifully. "Yuh-you... You can st-stop... Oh, please stop I can't--"

He heard your plea, and mercifully lifted his mouth off of you, licking his lips happily as he gently pulled his fingers out of your aching walls.

He watched you while you draped your forearm over your face and heaved, your lungs burning for oxygen you didn't know you were withholding from yourself. Pavitr brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean; wiping his chin with his palm before licking that spotless, too.

"I... refuse... to believe... you've never... done that before." You breathe shakily, eyes still closed as your body struggled to calm down.

"Was I that good?" He grinned, rising up, pressing his hands to your knees, playfully moving them back and forth.

"Why do you sound so smug!" You pout up at him, your face flushed and pupils blown wide.

"Becaaaaaause..." Pavitr grinned, leaning over you a little bit again. "I made my girl scream my name like it was all she knew how to say?"

"Ohhh! You--" You sputter up at him. "You..! Brat!"

Pavitr tipped his head back and laughed, the sound rich and heavy and sending another spiral of arousal curling through you. "Awww... Don't look so embarrassed, sundari."

"D-don't sundari me!" You retort.

Pavitr leaned forward and kissed you, hungry and desperate. All teeth and tongue as you melted into him, your annoyance quickly giving way to desperation as you gripped his hair and pulled him down on you, your tongues battling roughly for dominance as you let the last of your inhibitions fly the coop.

You moan when you feel him grind the bulge in his pants against your aching core, and he gritted his teeth.

"Can we... Keep going?" Pavitr hissed out, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

"Fuck yes." You breathe out, dragging your nails up his back almost torturously slow; earning a soft moan from him as the muscles in his back twitch beneath your fingers.

Pavitr lets out a sigh and straightened back up, looking down at you with hooded, glazed eyes, a warm and loving smile on his face. You sat up a bit and your fingers gingerly reached for the button and fly to his pants.

His thumbs hook the edges of his pants and he pulls them down slightly, just to his thighs and sighs at the ease of the pressure on his aching and angry erection, tipping his head back slightly.

You nibble your lip a bit and reach out, palming him through his boxers.

He groans at this and leans into your touch, his hands clasping your shoulders as he clenches his eyes shut.

Your hand felt him twitch under your touch, the heat radiating off of him and spreading through your fingertips. Already, there was a small dark spot bleeding through his boxers.

You gave a hesitant stroke, and his cock jumped almost in unison with your throbbing and swollen clit again.

He wrapped his hand around your wrist, and he breathed sharply.

"If... If you keep that up, I..."

"Sorry, I was... Curious." You mumble, releasing him. You lift your face to meet his gaze, and lick your lips.

"Um... Pavitr... Did you bring any, um... Y'know. Condoms..?" You peep.

"Oh!" His eyes get wide. "Yeah! I, uh, I almost forgot, here." He pulls away from you and leans over the bed, rummaging through his satchel bag until he pulled out a small box.

Figuring out how to size himself with condoms was both a slightly confusing and mortifying adventure. Especially when he actually had to go to a drugstore and buy the things he needed to do this with you. Yeah. He would never be able to show his face in that store for a long while.

In his other hand was a small bottle. Some lubricant. The sites he read up on said that it was always good to have, especially if your partner was inexperienced. It'd help ease any discomfort. He hoped there wasn't much left with how he worked you open with his fingers and tongue, but, it was better to have it and not need it, right?

Pavitr awkwardly fumbled with the box, pulling it open and taking out one of the foil wrappers.

Before he can try to open it, you look up at him from under your lashes. "Can... Can I do it?"

The way your voice sounded almost broke his heart, the octane sending a fresh throb straight down between his legs.

"Yes." He told you, letting your soft fingers slip the packaging from his grip.

Pavitr was almost frantic at this point as he hastily dragged down his boxers and pants, letting out a deep groan as he momentarily relished in the freedom as his cock bobbed slightly, the tip beading droplets of precum already. He kicked what remained of his clothes off of him and leaned down to give you a messy, desperate kiss.

When he pulled away, you tore the condom packaging open with shaky fingers as you figured out which way to roll it onto him.

Pavitr held in a tight breath when your fingers closed around the tip of his cock, carefully rolling down the ribbed latex along his length until it snugly fit around the base.

"Ah..." He sighed with ease when you released him.

"Is it okay if I..." Pavitr asked, cupping your cheek with his hand as he nudged his nose to yours.

"Please." You mutter against his mouth; your lips connecting softly as he lays you back down.

When he was sure you were comfortable, he popped the cap on the small bottle of lube and squeezed some out onto your aching core.

The coldness of the liquid made you squeak sharply and try to jerk your legs closed on reflex.

"What? What's wrong?" Pavitr said, sounding almost panicked.

"It's cooooooold!" You whine, your lip trembling.

"I'm sorry!" Pavitr apologized, a nervous laugh escaping him. "I forgot to... Ah... Here."

He squeezed some more onto his hand, before dropping the now-mostly empty bottle onto the bed, and palming your twitching and puffy mound, easing the lubricant, mixing it with your own slick and cream, earning a small shudder from you when he purposefully rolled his thumb over your clit again.

"Better?" He asked you.

"Yeah." You sigh, relaxing a bit as he pulled his hand away, wrapping it around his cock as he spread the lube and slick down the length of the condom.

"Are you ready?" He asked gently. "It's not too late if you want to stop?"

"Pavitr, I'm ready." You assure him, grabbing his face with your hands and bringing him down for a kiss.

You felt him groan into your mouth as his tip probed your hole, your muscles already twitching and trying to drag him into your welcoming heat.

He resisted the urge to snap his hips into yours as he eased himself in, reminding himself to go slow, for you. To make sure you enjoyed it, too.

"Ah..." He whimpered, looking down at you for any signs of discomfort.

"Talk to me, beautiful." He said to you, pressing his forehead against you with another deep groan at how you flexed and clenched around him.

"It... It feels... Different. Not bad, but..." You breathe heavily, trying to find the words.

"Tight." Pavitr moans, kissing you, far less coordinated than before. "Can you... Try to relax for me, sundari? It... feels like you're strangling me."

You whimpered, but dropped back and eased yourself into your mattress, your hands gliding up Pavitr's chest, to slide over his shoulders and hold there as you willed yourself to relax. You could feel some tension finally leave him, too.

"Ah... Better. I don't think I could last long if you stayed that tight." Pavitr groaned.

"I don't think I'm gonna last long, already." You sigh. "Thanks to you."

"All in a day's work for the P-Man." Pavitr grinned mischievously as he kissed at your neck.

"Ohhhh don't call yourself that right now!" You groaned. "Not while we're in bed!"

Pavitr laughed and rolled his hips into yours softly, a pleasured sigh escaping him as your body welcomed him deeper.

What he didn't have in length, he made up for in delicious girth that dragged the best spots inside you, sending small electric jolts through the deepest part of your body as he buried himself snugly inside you; claiming your swollen lips in another heated kiss.

"Ugh, c-can I move?" He groaned as your tongues parted ways.

"Please, Pav." You moan, grinding your hips a bit, making you both inhale sharply and shudder.

"My girl gets what she wants." Pavitr laughed weakly, pulling out halfway before thrusting his hips languidly into yours.

"You spoil me..." You mewl, the stretch and drag of him sending a fresh throb through your sex as any lingering discomfort melts away with every roll of his hips. The condom having those ribs and nubs certainly added to the sensations, too.

"A good boyfriend... Should... Spoil his girl." He gasped. "Damn. Can I..."

"Faster." You whine, your nails digging into his shoulders as you cling to him.

Pavitr's eyes rolled backwards into his head happily, as he buried his nose in your hair, breathing in the flowery scent of your conditioner.

He supported himself with his palm by your head, gripping the pillow like a vice as he grabbed another pillow, hastily shoving it under you to angle yourself better; his hand clutching at your hip as he looked down for one final confirmation; which you gave with a feverish nod.

And with that last little bit of approval from you, Pavitr was more than glad to pick up his pace, snapping his hips languidly but carefully into yours.

The only sounds in your room were hot, breathy moans, short gasps, names uttered on sharp tongues. Skin slapping on skin filled the air around you, sweat mingling and dripping.

The way his pubic bone braced your clit sent new sparks shooting through you, remnants from your earlier orgasm breathing life onto the embers.

You weren't gonna last long. God, you knew you weren't gonna last long. Not with how good of a job he did on prepping you before.

"Pavitr." You mewled, trying to pull him down onto you.

He leaned down, kissing you hotly, as if you were his only source of oxygen in the whole world as his hips started jaggedly thrusting into yours.

Your nails dragged down his back when the tip of his cock hit that perfect spot inside of you.

"Th-there?" Pavitr gasped.

"Yes!" You squealed.

He leaned down and bit down on the skin on your neck, damning what your parents might think later. Pavitr's sole focus right now was angling his hips and hitting your sweet spot over and over with methodical precision, dragging you closer and closer to another orgasm, desperate to make to cum once more before he did.

"Oh!" You whine, wrapping your legs around him tightly, your nails digging into the muscles of his back as he thrust into you, riding the waves of your orgasm as you moaned and blabbered out his name mindlessly.

Pavitr groaned deeply, the sound reverberating through his chest as he pressed into you tightly, his thrusts less coordinated.

"Almost--" He panted, wrapping his arms around you as he crashed his hips into your sore hole, moaning when you sobbed at the assault of sensations.

He snapped his hips into yours once, twice. You could feel him jerk and twitch inside of you as his spend filled the condom wrapped around him; rolling his hips lazily into yours as he rode out his orgasm.

Pavitr shuddered once, slowly pulling out of you and rolling onto his side. You both laid on your backs, breathing heavily at the ceiling.

You scooted closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder as he draped his arm around you.

"Why... Did we wait so long to do that?" Pavitr sighed once his breathing leveled out.

"Because we're the dumbest smart people on the planet?" You joke weakly.

Pavitr snickered and kissed the top of your head, before rolling to curl around you, his hand resting across your belly as he looked at you with those beautiful, lovesick puppy dog eyes that you loved so much, a big dopey grin on his face.

"Probably." He said..

You sigh, snuggling into him. Your eyes open again after a few moments, however, when you feel something poke at your thigh.

"Pavitr...?"

"Hmm?"

You hated the fact he could still make himself sound so innocent as he toyed with your hair.

"Pavitr." You hiss softly.

"Ohhh! That's what you're trying to get my attention for!" He giggled.

"You--!" You deflate against him.

"Well... We do have two days until your parents get back..." Pavitr hummed into your hair, still sounding deceptively innocent, even as he grinds himself against you. "And we still have the rest of those condoms..."

"You're going to kill me." You pout.

"Hey! You'll die happy!" He said, pulling back to grin down at you.

You giggled and kissed his jaw. "You're such a goober. Goober."

"Ha! You're the one dating me! What does that make you?" He snorted.

"The luckiest girl in the world."

A/N this meant to be a drabble but my ass got sucked into it 😭 I wrote this even though I have an early shift tomorrow but my god I had to do it!

[youruselessmarfiy]

Spider-people

[atlanticbones]

Smh.

[iwannabealice]

pavitr, in the middle of the night: do fish feel wet all the time?

miles: i'm trying to sleep

pavitr: sorry, sorry

miles, three minutes later: OH MY GOD, DO THEY FEEL?

pavitr: THAT'S WHAT I AM SAYING BRO

[anxiousandpessimistic]

Hobie: I'm gonna murder Miguel Pavitr: Murder is not the anwser! Miles: Murder is the question Gwen: And the anwser is yes