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You were meant to be mine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem! reader

A/N: As usual 18+, this is not for minors so minors DNI, please keep scrolling. Inspired by Jamie Muscato's wonderful voice in the Heather Musical, Meant to be Yours. Now, here is Meant to be Mine. If you don't know the song, listen, come back, and enjoy! :) Alsoooo, this is not good behavior, it's toxic, if someone you know or you deals with someone or something like this in real life please get them or yourself help.

Summary: Toxic Peter Parker, reader who's trying to leave her boyfriend who's changed from the "nice guy" she thought she fell for.

Word Count: 2,100+

Warnings:

dubcon, rough sex, breeding kink, cock warming, toxic ex, mentions of arguing, choking

You sat on the floor of your shitty New York apartment, Queens wasn't the best but you didn't expect things to get this fucked up...

   Peter wasn't himself anymore, or maybe it was all an act. Your head just spun, but that's not even the reason you were sitting on the floor. You sat on the floor because you had no furniture, it was only day two in the new place. One day when Peter was at work you packed all your shit and left, you couldn't take it anymore, not after that night.

    The sweet soft brunette you fell in love with. Always adorn in skinny jeans and oversized sweaters or hoodies, such a beautiful boy. You met through his Aunt May. It was a bit strange but you both went to the same laundry mat and just clicked. She joked how perfect you'd be with her Peter, and it was true, for a while. You did this a lot, sat and just thought. What a shitty way to spend valentine's day... you saw so many couples leaving earlier, you'd be shocked if anyone else was even home in the building.

To make up for a lack of rent money and being late you agreed to clean the building, which was quite the task with the lazy manager and handyman who half assed everything. That's how you always knew things, who was home, who wasn't and got to meet lots of the neighbors. Random things would remind you of that night Peter snapped. The way he yelled and broke a frame you got him for Christmas with a picture of you both... that was the last straw. Your Peter would never do that. He wouldn't even raise his voice at you.

    While humming away to yourself, just sitting in the quiet to relax your mind. To try and forget Peter, and just wait for your pizza. It was all you could afford that would last the long weekend. Finally a knock, it was here.

   You jumped to your feet with a smile, so excited for the cheesy goodness to melt on your tongue. You opened the door, wallet in your hand to give the delivery driver a tip. "Hi, uhm- Peter?" You froze completely, dropping your wallet shocked. He found you? He found you... of course.

    "Hi, I just wanted to come by and apologize. I'm so sor-," you slammed the door right in his face. Heart aching and eyes tearing up. What the fuck is wrong with him? "Y/N! Open the door please, please Y/N." He said with an ache in his voice, the same one you'd likely have. He sounded like the Peter you once knew and loved.

    "Y/N please open the door, can we just talk? I don't wanna fight anymore I promise." He begged with a gentle knock. After about half a minute, he spoke again, knocking a little harder. "I know you're probably scared, I've been there. Please just let me in." His voice was soft and begging, almost pitiful. "Come on Y/N, can we not fight anymore?" It was nearly a whimper with how he begged and pleaded.

    Not even five seconds later, one loud bang on the other side. "Y/N!" He shouted now with the anger you saw that day. Three loud bangs to the wood followed, you watched as the door shook, hinges threatening to bend. "Open the door!" He screamed making you flinch. The tears now falling one by one. "Please babe, can we just talk? I'm so sorry. I'm calm I swear." He was so whiney, completely different from before, soft like your Peter was.

"Please go away." You mumbled, holding your arms, almost like you were hugging yourself. "Baby please." He sobbed with a soft thud to your door, you looked through the peephole and there he was. Head pressed against the door, you watched as he heavily sighed and lifted his head back up, almost like he knew you were looking, he looked right at your peephole.

"Please Y/N. It's just me." His teary eyes made your heart throb, wanting nothing more than to open the door and pull him close to you. But you couldn't. This wasn't your Peter anymore. You wondered if he ever even was.

As you watched a moment longer, his facial expression completely changed, anger taking over, you winced afraid of what was to come. "Open the door or I will." His voice was a demand, a serious one you could tell. "Peter, other people live here! They'll hear you and come out if you try anything." You warned. He ignored you completely, "don't make me count." He almost chuckled at his own words.

After a pause, he kicked your door, and the door shook, the wood creaking. "One!" He shouted. "Peter stop!" You cried out as he kicked again, the wood was cracking and you could hear it. You don't know how much longer the old thing had in it. "Two!" He shouted again.

Before three, you broke into a sob, and looked away. Too afraid to react to the third kick. Nothing came, no kick, no screaming, no Peter. You wiped your eyes, checking the peephole. He was gone, you sighed out of relief. You don't know what made him leave but you were grateful. Right as you were going to head for your phone to call a friend, another knock. You didn't wanna check, why would he bother knocking though? So you looked through the peephole and behold, the pizza driver this time. But, actually.

"Hi order for Y/N." The driver greeted, box in hand. "Yeah, that's me." You sniffled a bit even with your big fake smile. "Okay, here's your pizza and I had to set down the sides bag, sorry about that. I almost dropped it, a bit heavy." They nervously remarked. You had ordered a two liter soda and some cheesy bread on the side, so it made sense it'd be heavy. "No problem." You shook your head with a small smile, grabbing the box, picking up your wallet you handed the driver a ten dollar bill. "Thanks so much." You said and turned away to set the box down. "Thank you, have a nice day." The driver called out as they walked back down the hallway.

You set the pizza down immediately, opening that bad boy up eagerly, mouth watering. I guess the pizza can maybe drown out the sadness and shitty feelings.

"Orange crush? Our favorite." The familiar voice from behind you left you drained of all color in your face. Your skin was crawling. "Peter you need to leave." Your voice was barely above a whisper. "Why? Please I just want to talk." He pleaded, approaching you, setting down the large bottle beside you. His figure absorbing your own, he was taller and more built than you, reminding you there was a reason you didn't want to be alone with him.

     "Please baby." He said and gently grabbed your jaw, making your eyes meet his. Peter's eyes glanced at your lips as he moved in. Your head screamed no, a thousand times no. His touch made you warm inside though, and you haven't felt that way in a long time. His lips grazed yours and the sparks flew, he had you. He kissed you slow and passionate, as if to apologize with a kiss. You felt your brain melt and become scrambled as you got lost in the feel of him.

     "Missed you." He groaned into your ear as he kissed down your neck, his bulge against your thigh. Every last bit of your common sense was leaving, the more he touched you, the more you wanted him.

     He covered your neck in hickeys, paying so much attention to your sweet spots. "I'm gonna make it all up to you, gonna make you feel so good." His words left you needy and moaning. Desperate for something, it had been months since you and Peter had been intimate. Anytime he tried, you turned him down. Anytime you tried, he turned you down, or wasn't around. Now, finally, it was happening for the both of you. "Please just fuck me Peter." You pleaded as he slipped a hand into your sweats. Two of his fingers running up and down your slit over your panties.

    "Say no more." He smiled and began to strip himself of his clothes. Not really giving you a chance to, he picked you up by your thighs, carrying you in such a way that allowed him press right against your aching pussy. "My room is," "I know." He interrupted and went straight into your room.

    Before you could question anything he was on you, carefully removing your clothes, peppering your body with kisses as he did so. "So pretty." He mumbled against your skin as he sucked, kissed, bit and licked you all over. Your neck, chest, thighs all covered now with his marks. "I'm going to ruin any other man for you, understand? So," he paused and positioned himself against your hole. "If you even try to leave, and move on," he began to push himself inside you. Stretching your wet pussy to fit him like a glove. "You won't be able to baby." The words were a deep growl as he started to pound into you.

   Helplessly you clawed at his back, just taking all he gave you. He was bigger than you remembered and god you were thankful for it. "Peter! Please more!" You whined as he immediately fulfilled that request.

    He gave you all he had, bottoming out with each thrust, as fast and as hard as he could, fucking you dumb. Your head was empty and all you could register was pleasure. "I'm gonna fill this pretty pussy up with all my cum. Never gonna leave me understand Y/N? You're mine." You couldn't care what he said, so close to an orgasm. "Tell me you're mine, tell me you want it." Peter grabbed your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure.

     "Oh god, want it so bad. Please fill up my little pussy Peter, it's all yours! I need it! Need you Peter!" You sobbed, legs wrapped around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders. "You won't ever leave me again, do you understand?" He groaned, his hand squeezing a bit tighter making you nod frantically. "I understand, oh fuck." You cried out, seconds from release.

The shame and embarrassment in the back of your head were fading the closer to your high you got. The feeling of him pounding you without mercy was so much. Such pleasure was foreign. “Go ahead and cum for me baby.” He moaned and kept it right at the same pace and strength. Peter’s voice, grunts in your ear helped you let go, you saw stars, vision spotty and everything was a blur. All you knew was pleasure, overwhelming everlasting pleasure. Well that’s what it felt like. His name was a never ending praise from your lips.

One that he seemed to love as his orgasm followed yours, “can’t wait to see how big your tits will get.” He groaned as he released rope after rope of his cum deep inside of you. “Gonna be such a good mom.” He kissed your lips, stilling inside of you. He laid his body on yours gently, staying inside of you.

His words and actions hit you, you didn’t take your birth control…. You haven’t for about a month. you had forgotten it when you were in a rush packing, and he would know that. He knew. He had you trapped again. “See, we fit so well together Y/N. I told you, you were meant to be mine.” Peter snuggled back into your chest happily. Maybe this is where you belong, he might be right… maybe you were meant to be his. “Happy Valentine’s day my sweet girl.”