CLUELESS !
chapter two🍓candyfloss heart.
based on the 1995 movie of the same, clueless! is an andrew’s peter parker x oc story. true to her name, sweet aurora is utterly clueless both to peter’s adoration and the fuck-hungry look that flash thompson has in his eyes every time she walks by. pure to the soul, peter admires the girl that his aunt and uncle took in after the death of her own parents, but slowly admiration turns to full blown lust. self preservation can only last so long when so many were so desperate to steal the innocence undoubtedly reserved for him. aurora couldn’t be any more clueless !
clueless masterpost !
warnings: smut, peter and aurora living in the same household, no familial relation, masturbation (m&f), innocent!oc, innocence kink, size difference & kink, crybaby! themes, hyper femininity, sex, dacryphilia, oral (m&f), a whole lot of sitting in peter’s lap, light dom/sub undertones, loss of virginity, mixed feelings, more to be added.
peter parker was a sick, sick boy. physically, his asthma was about the worst of it. but deep in the depths of his clever, clever mind, peter parker was beginning to question his morality.
how ethical was it to linger in the doorway of the hyper-feminine room, eyes darkened in the sunset light, simply basking in the fact that this was where she spent all her time? his fingertips brushed over the sewing machine, grinning slightly at the lace halfway connected to the fabric of a lilac dress. peter would do this occasionally, stand in her room as though it were his own, and drink in all the little things that made up aurora. teacups on her bedside table, freshly watered plants in the windowsill, an array of hair bands aimlessly lingering —i can never find them, pete!— alongside little necklaces and bracelets. her vanity was adorned with polaroid pictures, a variety of herself and penelope, may and ben, himself and herself. even one were he pressed his lips down against her chubby cheek, her sweet little nose scrunched like a bunny. his bunny, his sweet girl.
but more importantly, how ethical is it to touch yourself to the thought of the pretty girl only a room away?
hand clamped over his mouth, soothing the moans and groans that flew past chapped lips. eyes wide and wild, peter surely looked like an alternate version of himself as he leant back on his chair, hand heavy at his crotch. he wasn't stupid — he knew that his own fist would never compare to her little palms or pretty mouth. but when he could imagine her so vividly, knelt between his legs, half tucked under his cluttered desk. those big bambi eyes would be so blown out and wide, glossy lips parted and little pants falling from her chest.
she'd be such a good girl for him, she always was. he could already see the way her cheeks twinged red at his praises — good girl, baby, that's my sweet girl, so good — and the way that she'd use two hands against him, trying to fully encompass his length. poor thing would work herself tireless, smooth thighs pressing together and legs shifting from one to the other, trying to cure the ache between them. he'd take care of her, he'd always take care of her.
a groan spilled past his lips at the thought of laying her over his lap, palms squeezing at the flesh of her thighs, thumbs running over the little stretch marks he adored so much. he'd spread her cheeks, mock her little pout and whiny cries, just to comment on how wet she was, how ready for a punishment to be given to her by him. she'd squirm and whimper, little sniffles and apologies falling from her as she laid over him like a good girl. his good girl. peter's fist moved faster, eyes screwed shut at the sudden pleasure if imagining her little flinches with every spank, the way she'd whimper when she went to sit back down on her butt afterwards. god, what he wouldn't do to force a little sense into her, to show her that he was all she could ever need. she'd reach out for him, insisting that only he could make the pain feel better.
even such soft, domestic things made him hard, fist working ovetime.
waking her up in the morning, watching the way she'd screw her eyes shut, thick lashes heavy against her cheekbones and lips protruding in a little sleepy pout. watching her suck at her lollipops, a grin behind her lips and eyes wide from the sugar. when he'd watch her patch up little holes in his trousers — the ones he'd gain from falling off his board. simply watching her pull up her blonde locks was enough to have him repositioning his pants.
"f-fuck, rory," the whimpered words came from behind his hand, muffled and broken from the immense pleasure the sheer thought of her brought him. peter's fist worked ovetime, his thighs practically shaking. groans and moans were forced back the best he possibly could, caught in his throat and just itching to leave.
god, what he wouldn't have done to see her beneath him, balmy gasps falling from bitten and swollen lips. her sweet, pink painted fingernails would drag across his ivory skin, unknowingly marking him as her own. his own marking wouldn't be so nonchalant, peter had no doubt in his mind that he'd litter her with love bites, adorn her innocent skin with his own little taints of corruption. he could practically see the wide eyes as she showed them off proudly, happy to be marked up by him.
just to have his lips upon her neck was enough to have him teetering on the edge of an orgasm, flushed chest working heavy and hard to catch up with his breaths. the way she'd gasp, adorned in a pretty little pink set, probably designed by her own hand, choking on her pretty breaths and cries.
her cries. that was enough to bring it all crashing down. to see her pretty little eyes filled with desperate, clueless, crybaby tears was enough to have him grinding his teeth and pumping himself through the euphoria. coming all over his hand, peter worked himself through his orgasm as his pumps slowed, the image of his sweet girl slowly dissolving from behind his eyes.
his come down was hard, blinking feverishly to try and clear his vision. a shaky hand reached towards the desk, grasping his glasses and slotting them back over his eyes. chestnut eyes were wide and blown out, irises barely visible under the sheer size of his pupils.
from his nightstand his phone buzzed. peter huffed, ignoring the noise as he moved to clean himself up, chest still rising and falling rapidly. just as he reached for the tissues, his phone buzzed again. a phone call, this time. he made quick work of the tissue, cheeks burning red, plunging it down into the depths of the bin beside his desk before leaning over, grasping ahold of his phone. thick brows pinched in confusion of the name on the caller id.
there, in stark white letters, sat the name he feared would only call if something went wrong. penelope.
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"it's not your fault, rory. he's an asshole." words did little to comfort the girl who now sat on her own on her side of the booth, the place once taken up by flash's brooding figure. chin wobbling, the girl forced herself to look away from the empty cherry red leather chair and towards her best friend, adorned by gwen's sorrowful eyes piercing into her. her candy floss heart was torn apart.
"g-got all dressed up and everything." huffed the blonde, trying not to let herself cry. trying not to wallow in self pity. so far, not going so well. "why would he j-just walk out? what did i do?"
"you didn't do anything." interfered gwen, shaking her head reassuringly. "when you went to the bathroom he was checking his phone and then he got up, maybe something happened? had to get home?"
a sniffle, pulling at the hem of her pretty pink dress, "yeah. 's not my place to question—"
"don't say that." interrupted penelope, hazel eyes hard as stone. aurora met her best friend's gaze, biting down on her bottom lip. "he should've given you a reason. he's an asshole. forget about him." a sudden chime from her mobile stole their attention away from one another. the redhead clutched her phone, reading out the message. "peter's here."
a shaky inhale, "you called pete?"
gwen's eyebrows furrowed. "who's peter?"
penelope spared gwen a glance, before pointing towards the door that began to open on the other side of the diner, "parker." there came that familiar green jacket and converse high tops, brown irises working overtime behind thick rims to find the figure he so desperately sought.
a whimper bubbled past aurora's lips, all guards of defence tumbling down into nothingness. she slipped out of the booth without a second thought, stumbling legs pushing her towards peter as his eyes latched onto her. his own steps hastened, fists curling at the wobble of her chin and balmy eyes. she reached out to him before he even reached her, an automatic response within the knowledge that peter always brought her comfort. crybaby tears spilled as he crouched down and she latched onto him, legs curling around his waist and hot face pushed into the crook of his neck. all walls came crumbling down as he held her, little hiccups falling past her bitten lips. a large, warm hand pushed against the back of her head, soothing the crying girl with gentle shushes.
concerned eyes loomed over her quivering shoulders, meeting the sullen stare of penelope collins and the almost awestruck stare of gwen stacy. peter surely would've said something about the unlikely match, if it weren't for the little girl in his arms so tight, her palms selfishly grabbling at his green jacket for comfort.
"i'm gonna take her home." he mumbled over her cries, brow furrowed in worry. "how much—"
"i got it." penelope shook her head instantly, having more than enough to cover each of their meals. "just... make sure she calls when she's okay enough, please?"
"i will." peter promised, giving them one last sparing glance before turning on his heel, using all of the might he could to carry aurora out of the restaurant and into the passenger side of may's run down car.
as soon as she was sat down comfortably in the leather seat he leaned over, clicking her seatbelt into place for her. a sniffle sat in the air, tiny fists coming out to rub at her sore eyes. any usual day, peter would have scolded her for it, but when she was as fragile as this, there's no way he could bring her anything but comfort.
his palms fell to either side of her burning up face, calloused thumbs ghosting underneath aurora's eyes, collecting the stray droplets. her lip quivered against his palm, blinking up at him.
a small sigh fell from his lips. "i'm so sorry, sweet girl." he leaned forward, pushing a kiss onto her forehead. again, the blonde sniffled in reply. god, peter was a fool for even letting her leave the house with flash's arm against her back. he knew something bad was happening, and he was too busy beating his dick to realise that she was across town, crying her eyes out.
he slipped into the driver's side, shutting the door and leaning back in his seat, looking over at the delicate little thing. "we'll get you home, okay? get you all comfy and we can watch something in my room. would that make you feel better?"
for a moment, she was silent. and then, "are you m-mad at me?"
dark brows sewn together, peter reached out to grasp her wobbling chin, turning her tear filled gaze towards him. "why would i be mad at you, baby?"
she shivered under his touch. "because you warned me this would happen. s-should've—"
"this isn't your fault."
in that moment she looked at him as though he had hung the moon and stars, as though he was the only thing that could possibly bring him comfort again. the sparkle in her eyes fizzled out not a moment later, as though the past half hour had came crashing back down in a matter of seconds.
"i was so clueless." she sniffled, chin wobbling once more. poor aurora, so deep in her own head. “can’t believe—”
“get out of your head, bambi.” both of peter’s large hands sat either side of her face, lips pouting softly as he lightly held her. bright coffee eyes scanned her ruined features, the sight chipping away at his heart. “this isn’t your fault. you’re not clueless, you’re pure. you’re too pure for your own good, and you gave someone a chance that didn’t deserve one.” he thumbed at a fallen tear, “that doesn’t make you a bad person. that makes you better than anyone else, baby. you’re a good girl.”
with a wobble of her lips. “your best girl?”
and for the first time since seeing her again, peter’s lips twitched upwards. “my best girl.”
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"what's this, pup?"
aurora suppressed her whimper at the pet name, trying to focus her eyes ahead at peter, who sat on his bed quietly and patiently in front of her. her thighs wobbled with each step she took further, still overwhelmed with emotion from all that had happened. she'd changed from her dress now, bunny slippers atop her feet and clad in a tiny pyjama set, a silky blush pink. she approached peter from the doorway with something behind her back, shuffling quietly with little sniffles.
"w-wanted to give you something." she mumbled, steps falling to a stop in front of him. chestnut curls fell atop his forehead. peter swiped them out of the way of his glasses, subconsciously pouting to match the frown on aurora's lips.
"what for?" he kept his tone soft and slow, fearing that anything too loud would send another wave of crybaby tears down her already tear stained cheeks.
"looking after m-me." her lip wobbled as she stood between his spread thighs, gulping lightly. it didn't help her case that he was wearing her favourite plaid fabric, the pyjama bottoms almost stealing her attention. tears sprinkled in the bottom of her bambi eyes, threatening to fall. "picking me up after what happened, taking care of me..."
"hey, bambi, come on," he sighed, reaching out to pull her in. aurora, however, shook her head, hands fiddling behind her back. "sweet girl," peter's hand rose, pushing the fallen hair away from her eyes. he almost felt guilty for the act that he had done mere minutes before going to pick her up. almost. "don't you want to make it feel better? you told me that cuddles make up for everything."
"they do." she nodded with a sniffle, before finally moving her arms out in front of her. "wanted to give you this first."
his heart would have surely melted if it weren't beating so hard for the little girl in front of him. shaking hands laid out in front of him, level with his thick rim covered eyes. peter pushed his glasses up, lips parting at a loss for words. to others, it may have been silly, but to him, it meant the whole world. for there in her lands lay a tiny stuffed dinosaur, green with little blue spots. a teddy he'd seen in the depths of her sheets many times before. but it was newly adorned with hand made items, a little pink knitted scarf, a pair of dainty shoes, a lace bracelet upon its wrist. taking the delicate item in his hands, peter flipped the dinosaur over, his thumb rubbing against the embroidered stitching on the back of the scarf. it read one word. a name.
RAWRY.
"rawry?" his words were still softly spoken, lips curled upwards in a honest grin.
"like rory. b-but he roars." she sniffled, pushing loose parts of her hair behind pierced ears. aurora watched peter admire the teddy with nothing but love in his eyes — a newfound prized possession. "f-for you. so you always have a little me. because you're always here f-for me when i get in trouble."
“i love him, bambi.” he looked back at the girl, taking in the pleading expression upon her features. “thank you.” she was so desperate for his approval, hands wringing together. after carefully placing the dinosaur upon the bed beside him, peter pulled her little form in towards his chest, relishing in the feeling of her between his legs. two dainty arms wove around his neck, face buried atop them.
“love you, petey.” her words were muffled and lisped, eyes shut peacefully.
with a fluttering heart and warm hands, peter wished to stay in this moment forever. “love you more, sweet girl.”