AN:
This is sort of like a personal-author challenge. I do not write much smut, but I would like to try. Anyone can request any kind of pairing from the characters of TMI (and I do mean any, unless it is something that I just cannot get down with).Chapters will be named after said ships. If anyone has a specific idea for a pairing, or a certain POV, feel free to request it. I will do my best to keep this from going AU, so depending on the pairing, chapters may get long. I will also try to keep OOC-ness from happening, but again, depending on the pairing, that might happen. I like a reasonable plot with my smut.
Warnings, well, sex of course. Any type of pairing (M/F, F/F, M/M, it can really be anything). Reviews would be appreciated, I would like to know how I can further develop my smut-writing abilities. I'm doing my own editing, so I am sorry for grammar/spelling mistakes. Oh... and this goes without saying, I do not own The Mortal Instruments.
City of Ships: Clary and Jace
Jace offers Clary a chance to help teach her regarding training, since her aim with throwing knives is less than exemplary. Clary soon realizes that he has slightly different intentions. But he is a man of his word, so of course this little 'lesson' involves a dagger.
Working by myself in the weapons room, I struggle to hit the target in front of me. Only fifteen feet away, but it seems as though today was not my day; after nearly twenty throws, I had not hit the bulls eye. Jace was quietly sharpening daggers behind me, a loud sigh sounding after every throw. A sharp inhale every time I drew my arm back, followed by an annoying sigh every time I missed. Defeated, I sit down in the middle of the training room, glaring at the target like it had just insulted my ancestors. Although, it was more likely that my ancestors were insulted by my aim.
"Clary, you done yet? I want to go eat."
"Then go eat," I say irritably, laying down on my back as I stare up at the ceiling. I hear footsteps soon approaching, then Jace is standing above me, the light creating a halo over his golden curls.
"I would prefer dining with my girlfriend, although she seems to replaced with a grumpy demon that has terrible aim," Jace replies with a smile. He puts one foot on the floor to my left before dropping, his knees next to my hips. I smirk, still moody but willing to play along with whatever he had in mind. And Jace always had something in mind.
"Want to know the trick to perfect aim?"
"There's no trick, you're either good at it or you aren't, you taught me that much," I say, sitting up on my elbows. He goes down, leaning on his hands so he can kiss me, and I move up to meet him. Perfection. That's what the kiss was, that's what every kiss was like with Jace. Absolute, utter perfection. His lips slowly glide over mine, smooth and soft. He presses harder, and I press back with equal hunger. He pulls away, and I pout, my moodiness returning.
"Want me to teach you more?" Jace smiles, lifting his leg before lowering it right between my thighs. My cheeks heat up, and I nod.
"And how do I propose on teaching me?"
"With my awesome teaching skills, of course," Jace says, lowering down to kiss me again. I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing back, feelings his teeth graze my lower lip for a split second. Feeling a bit daring, I bite his lip hard, then suck softly. He groans, knee rubbing nicely against me. I slowly lift my other knee, rubbing back, listening to his quick inhale. His lips move, touching the corner of my mouth, and I can feel his hand next to my head disappear. I smirk while running a hand through his luscious curls, the silk running through my fingers.
"You drive me crazy," he whispers, lips moving down my jaw, to my ear. He nibbles softly, and I gasp, using a hand to trace over his shoulder to his chest. Feeling the muscles move as he rolls his hips, knees pressing more harder. I feel something cool press on my waist, a dull instrument tracing over my shirt, then moving down below the hem. He uses it to lift my shirt, and the cold becomes more intense as the object runs over the side of my waist. I shudder, turning my head.
"A knife?" I raise my eyebrows, and he chuckles, lifting the blunt dagger to my cheek. Not sharp, the blade only about six inches long, the rounded handle the same length.
"It's so blunt, hopeless to try and sharpen. I've got other uses for it," Jace says, lowering it down slowly over my chest, to my stomach, digging the pointed end into my jeans. It does not hurt, it was as blunt as he claims it to be. I blush when I get what he's insinuating, and I squirm.
"Going for rough?"
"Only as rough as you like," he says before kissing me, grabbing the sharp end of the knife... well, it really wasn't sharp at all. I close my eyes, feeling him lower the end of the handle, rubbing it gently over my shorts, over my sweet spot. A small gasp escapes me, and my cheeks heat up again as he rubs it up and down, pressing gently above my sweet spot. I sigh, running one hand through his hair as the other one grasps the end of his own shirt, tugging. He chuckles, lifting up to pull it off, revealing chiselled muscles and smooth skin, lightly covered by scars and runes. My hands glide across those muscles as I admire the beauty over me. He smiles, setting the knife aside before grabbing my loose shorts, pulling. I lift my hips, and he takes them off, tossing them aside. I realize that we are in the middle of the training room, and even though Isabelle is the only one home, I really don't want her walking in. Then again, the excitement from the possibility of getting caught could be fun...
Deciding that Isabelle was most likely too busy anyway (she said a half hour ago that she was learning to cook, and so she would be stuck studying for hours most likely), I move my legs, wrapping them around Jace's hips and pulling him down on top of me. His weight presses nicely, warm and comforting. Familiar.
I pull at his pants, unzipping as he dives in for another kiss, and I am momentarily distracted by the passion in it. Soft, but unyielding. Strong, but careful. Confident. I pull away, watching him finish what I started. Soon, he was only in his boxers. I smirk, eyeing the obvious lump poking through the black fabric. Jace smiles, then turns his head to the door.
"Isabelle-"
"Is busy cooking," I interrupt, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him back down. I was eager to start. He chuckles into the kiss, dragging his tongue, and I part my lips. His tongue hits mine, moving sloppily as his hands tug on my shirt. Annoyed by these tiny interruptions, I lift up and let him take my shirt off. His golden eyes trail over me, my pink and green polka-dotted bra, the light scars over my shoulders from runes, the less-than-perfect- stomach. I was no model. No huge boobs, super curvy hips. Self-conscious, I blush and try to avoid Jace's gaze, but he quickly holds my jaw. Golden eyes pierce into mine.
"You're perfect, Clary," he says quietly, and I want to tell him how perfect he is. But he cuts me off with a light kiss, gentle and soothing. Telling me just how much he loves me. I wrap my arms around his neck again, sinking into the warm happy feeling, the butterflies in my stomach whirling about.
I can feel his free hand that is not holding him up reach around again, and soon that dull weapon is hitching up under my panties, pulling. He moves down, his lips leaving mine as they find my collar bone, sucking but not staying there either. Kissing above my breast, but they still move lower. Down, straight in the middle of my stomach. Pink against white. He glances up through his lashes, gaze seductive as he kisses my tummy, turning the blade so it is above my underwear now, pulling it down over my legs. He stops when its around my ankle, and his eyes still have not left mine. I lift my leg, letting the clothing fall, and this action causes him to move back, look down. I blush as his nose touches the inside my thigh, lips soon trailing over it. He kisses, bites a bit, before turning his head fully to my middle, his own cheeks going red as he takes me in. He looks up, smiling sheepishly.
"Your bra," was all he says, and I sighs, sitting up and unclasping it. He liked it when I took my bra off, and he would do it himself if he knew I would not get mad when he accidentally finds a way to break it. I would rather not lose another bra. I set is aside, parting my legs a bit as I lay back down. Unattractive was how I feel, given my messy hair, make-up-less face, and loose training clothes. Still, in Jace's eyes, I was a queen. I could wear a trash bag and he would still love me. I laugh at the thought.
"What is it?" Jace smiles, kissing the inside of my thigh again teasingly.
"Would you still love me if I wore a trash bag?"
"You could dress like Magnus that time he went on his trip and I'd still love you," Jace says with a sigh. I hum, nodding. He looks down again, moving closer. I can feel his tongue slowly trace my opening, teasing some more. I swallow, my throat constricting from tension as I close my eyes. Jace expertly moves his tongue, dipping into me, moving up an inch to my clit. He prods it; my legs tighten around his neck. He licks; my back arches slightly. I curl my fingers into his hair, enjoying the sensations running through my body, my middle tingling. There is something gently poking at me, demanding entrance. Surprised, I quickly look down to see Jace still licking, the blade in one hand as the end of its smooth hilt pushes deep into me.
"Oh... J-Jace," I gasp, letting my head fall back and my eyes close again. The round and smooth hilt of the dagger pushes in deeper, and I try to relax as he slowly moves it back and forth, his tongue still licking. He sucks my clit, adding more pressure to the thrusts. I bite my lip, trying not to call out his name too loud.
"You like that, Clary?" Jace asks, a smirk in his voice before he goes right back to sucking, pulling the now-turned-sex toy out before plunging it back in, aiming down so it hits me deep inside. A wave of pleasure hits me, and I call out his name as I tug harder at his hair. Too confused and distracted to answer him, I lift my hips a bit. His hand moves faster as he tilts the object, searching for my sweet spot. Helplessly lost in passion, I pray he finds it as he still sucks, using his teeth to graze me. Painful, but pleasurable, and I need more.
My back arches again with another roll of my hips, my toes curling as my walls tighten. I call out, asking for more. Telling him to go deeper. Commanding him to go faster. He obliges my wish, and I begin to tremble, trying not to pull his hair out from the force flowing through my body. Squeezing my eyes shut for a split second, then I open them and look down, needing to see. He looks up through the golden lashes before looking away, focusing all his attention to me. Moaning, I dig my heels into his back as he manages to find the spot that makes me feel good.
Letting out a soft groan, I set my head back down, my muscles beginning to tighten. First at my core, then down my thighs. Up my stomach. Through my arms and hand holding onto Jace, down to my feet that are digging into his back. My mouth parts with another cry as I roll with the waves of ecstasy, feeling my orgasm building.
"I'm gonna cum," I mumble, brows furrowing as he slams the hilt into me. He never lets up with his tongue, and I feel a shock at the thought, he's fucking me with a dagger. Those thoughts get thrown out the window as I orgasm, hips rocking and body stiffening. It tenses at its own accord, spasms moving down my spine freely. I let out another moan, jerking my legs to hold his head close as he licks me through the ordeal, not stopping until I'm gasping and laying on my back, as weak and relaxed as jello. He pulls up after a while, I stare at him through my lidded eyes, letting a smile creep onto my face.
"That... fuck," I say, inhaling deeply. He blushes, nervously moving down and closer to my face, so our noses are now only inches apart.
"Was it good?" He raises his eyebrows, waiting for an answer. Looking a bit unsure, he just wanted to make me feel good, that was all that he worried about. Just one of the many reasons to love Jace. I nod slowly, reaching up to pull him down for a deep kiss. I can taste a saltiness on his tongue. Grinning, I lower my head away so I can stare at the face that was eating me out a minute ago.
"You have permission to teach me about weapons anytime."