﹟ possessive sex﹕ sender & receiver have heated sex after one was jealous . @cravedeeper
she hadn't wanted the attention. it'd been the second or third time jed had taken her to a work function, percy turning on the charm from her place beneath his arm. she's never minded rubbing elbows and making small talk—but things had taken a turn when she'd stepped away from him to go refill her drink. cornering her, a coworker of his whose name she couldn't even remember took it on himself to approach her: you and olsen, huh? the subtext was clear: you could do better than him. what do you see in him? aren't you more interested in me? she wasn't. she'd laughed a little nervously, said he's so sweet. what's not to love? and made a beeline back to her boyfriend's side. and yet the other man had followed, pushing conversation despite her one-word answers, at one point brushing his hand over the small of her back as if to guide her through the room. she'd flinched away and almost immediately made eye contact with jed, her relief washing over her like a tsunami as she crossed the last few feet and tucked herself back into her side.
and still her unwanted admirer pursued, undeterred, sprinkling flirtatious remarks into his small talk as if she or jed wouldn't notice—or maybe he was just that oblivious. finally, feeling mildly ill from the whole situation, percy had angled her head just so to place her lips by jed's ear to whisper: can we go home? she hates leaving parties early, but another minute beneath that other man's stare and she's not sure what she would have done. as it is, they'd barely gotten through the door of her apartment before she'd begged: i can still feel him on me. make me forget him?
now, sprawled across her sheets, jed's breath hot against her throat as his hands skate over her chest, fingertips teasing across her nipples. each touch deepens the ache between her thighs until she's squirming and digging her own fingers into the bed. she wants to touch almost as much as she wants him to touch her, but she's already half-wild with want and won't do anything her doesn't tell her to. a just-hard-enough pinch makes her whimper, hips twitching, and she arches her back to press further into him. percy thinks that if anyone else saw this—the little games she and jed play—they'd be horrified. some part of her hopes they would be. because maybe, if they saw, if that man saw, they'd all understand that none of them could never satisfy the hungry little monster that lurks beneath her ribcage. not like he can. and they'd finally leave her alone. jed knows when she needs praise, and he knows when she needs a firm hand; tonight is the latter.
and still it's not enough. she wants—and she's a smart woman, she knows that he likes when she uses her words. "please." her voice is a high-pitched sigh. "can you—bite me, please?" she needs to feel it, needs the marks to last so that she can catch sight of them in the mirror and remember exactly how she feels right now, as his fingertips drag down her stomach until his palm cups between her legs. her breath hitches, teeth abusing her lower lip as she shivers beneath him. "i want people to see—want them to know... i'm yours, right?" the question is genuine, edging on desperate. please let me be yours. "please, jed, tell me i'm yours. be rough, ruin me, i don't care. i just wanna belong to you."
