Disclaimer: I don't own The Mortal Instruments.

Author's Note: All these one shots will feature Clary, with someone else, having sex. That's it. I don't have a beta reader, and I don't really want to edit these stories due to being embarrassed for writing them.

Chapter Notes: This chapter contains oral, anal, and a dildo. Pairing is Clace. Reader be warned. Rated M. Drop a review. Suggest someone else I should pair with Clary. I didn't edit this story. Sorry for mistakes. -Signed, rorimori

Chapter One: Clary/Jace

"Sex, anal, blowjob," Jace says while we drink our coffee. First coffee, then a drink to ease the possible pain. Possible? No, there will definitely be pain. "Are you sure, Clary?"

I look up from my cup as I lift it to my mouth to hide my nervous smile. His brows are crossed, lower lip sticking out slightly, like an innocent cherub. Hah, innocent. I take a long sip.

I put the cup down.

"Yes, of course I'm sure," I say, wiping my sweaty hands on my jeans. He smiles, nods, looks up at the wall behind me in thought. I notice he likes to look there, likes to look at the painting I drew of my mother in her younger days, in shadowhunter gear, with flowers surrounding her. Red hair, like me, but the flowers are gold. Gold looks good on her, because her hair is less frizzy than mine, less orange. Maybe it's just my insecurity. Not that I'm as insecure as before, my hips have filled out, my chest is small but I am grateful for the perkiness, but Jace claims he loves me anyway. That's all I need.

"Alcohol," I say, reaching for the rum. I pick it up, take off the cap and swallow a shot. He grins and takes ice from the bowl on the table, puts hem in glasses that are ready to go. I pour myself a the glass, and he pours the coke. I pour only a little in his glass, knowing he will not really drink, he needs to be ready to go. It was shakespeare who said it's hard to get hard with a couple drinks.

"You ready for this week?" I ask. It's not just this night he needs to be ready for. We're trying for a baby. Jace laughs, resting his hands behind his head as I reach for my glass.

"You know the answer," he says, "-dirty girl."

"Naughty," I say, lifting my glass to cheers him. We cheer, drink. He takes a small sip. I gulp, put my glass down, then second guess it and gulp some more. This might be my last drink, if I get pregnant. This might be the last time we are more sexually adventurous. Isabelle, my confident, says things die in the bedroom after a kid. She doesn't know if it's true or not. I could ask my mother, but the last thing I need to think about is her and Luke in the bedroom, or worse, Valentine. Ew. I make a face and take another shot.

"What's wrong?" Jace looks worried. "We don't have to do this. I want to, of course, but it's your choice."

"I had a thought," I say, wiping a drop of the drink off my chin. I blush from my fumbling moves. "Iz says things die in the bedroom after a baby."

"I died once, I'm not about to again," Jace snorts. We both laugh. I take his hand. "Is that what you're worried about?"

"Please, my train of thought brought up someone you don't want to hear about," I warn. I hold his hand. He smiles, takes my hands and kisses the knuckles, one for the first finger, then the second, then the third. The fourth, he licks, and I giggle. I feel looser, so I know I'm ready. I set the cup down.

"Now," I say. Jace looks at me, his face so unbearably beautiful. And hot. I feel buzzed, electricity shoots through my legs. "I mean now. Like right now."

He quickly stands. I stand too, he tries to lead, but I move ahead, pulling him to the adjoining room, turning around and taking off his shirt. Shoot abs. Scars. Familiar by now, I could draw it from memory. I take off my shirt, my pants, my panties, my bra. I leave the stockings on, hoping he thinks they are sexy. He rarely comments on my clothes, sometimes he says I'm dressed hot. Once, he said I look better in my skinny jeans than bell bottoms, but that was a Halloween outfit. I knew he was joking. Our life is laughs.

I am naked, he is not. He has his jeans on. So, I immediately get on my knees. The alcohol makes me looser, but I'm still awkward unsure of what to do. I read sex blogs before this night. I think I have it. All my risky choices worked in the past.

I take his zipper, and pull it down, slowly, knowing that since it turns me on, maybe it turns him on. I look at him, his mouth is open, eyes dropping with lust. The zipper reaches as far as it can go.

I drop his pants. Then runs my hands up his thighs, place a soft kiss on him, and the alcohol, makes me laugh. He chuckles too, he seems to serious. Why so serious? The thought of the joker makes me laugh again, and I feel more confident. I pull down his underwear.

His dick pops out, hard, about six inches, I know because I measured before. I run my fingertips over it, then grasp it, squeeze, run my hand up and down. He groans, and I feel horny. He sighs, and I know I must take a chance, because I don't know what to do, so I might as well learn. I put the head in my mouth.

It tastes like skin and maybe some salt. So, salty. I move my tongue in circles, and he groans again places a hand on my hair, rubbing. I take him in my mouth, seeing how far I can go. I would say about five inches, I can't exactly reach the base. I got my head slowly, making my mouth tighter around his cock.

He whispers, yes, and puts both hands on my head, and I move quicker, closing my eyes, it hits near the back of my mouth, the back of my tongue, I feel like gagging but I keep going. Tears for in my eyes. He groans louder, and thrusts, and I gag but let him. He thrusts again.

I pull my head back, gagging over the floor. He groans, let's go of my head.

"Sorry," I say.

"Sorry," he says back. I calm my breathing down, then take him in, taking a fresh every time I come to the top. It tastes nice. It's hot, at least it must be for him. It's not hot for me, but I feel good, knowing he feels good. I move quick. His dick fills my mouth, his member, his tool. God, I could laugh. I am sucking dick, and I like it, and he likes it, and it does taste good and he starts to moan.

"Faster," he says. He takes hold of my hair. I bob quickly, he helps me with hai hands to move quicker, making sure he doesn't go too deep again. I pull my head up, deciding to try something else.

I lick the tip, then move down, under his cock, down lower, he sucks in a breath, I am at his balls. I take one in my mouth and suck, very gently, letting it fill my mouth.

"Aah," he says, almost like a whine, his voice slightly higher. He closes his eyes, tipping his head back. I run my tongue in circles, then let it fall out of my mouth, run my tongue up and down under his dick. After some trailing, I go to the head, and run my tongue in more circles around he tip. He looks down at me, eyes almost closed, running a hand to touch my cheek.

He pushes me away gently, then steps of of his pants and underwear. I stay on my knees. He motions for me to get up, motions to the couch, taking my hand. I get on my stomach, arch my back and stick my ass in the air.

"Turn over," he says. So I do. He takes my foot, kissing the top. Kisses my ankle. Kisses my calf, bites gently, kisses my knee three times. Kisses and bites my thigh, moves closer inside and bites, kisses again, bites, kisses again, each time moving closer and closer to where I will feel good, and I reach down to my clit and move my fingers in circles, then spread my lips. He kisses my clit, and licks.

I jolt, surprised from the sudden contact, then relax and moan.

"Quick," I command, and he moves his tongue painfully slow. "Jace!"

He doesn't react, besides obeying me. He moves fast, my legs shake before they relax, and the pleasure builds. It builds in my clit, and my vagina muscles contract in response, the pleasure is all over my mid half. I stare at the ceiling, not really seeing it as I feel good, too good, I put one hand in his curls and rest the other hand on my stomach. My skin feels smooth, I feel sexual, I feel pleasure. I feel alive.

"Jace, quicker," I breathe. He obeys. My muscles tense, as the pleasure feels like ecstasy, but I need more. I thrust my hips once, then twice, and he applies even more pressure. I groan, he sound throaty. His tongue is devilish.

"More, I'm going to come," I say. He can't move quicker, he is already at the peak, and I am almost at my peak, so I touch my nipple and squeeze, then run my hand down and hold his head closer, there is a distant thought that maybe I'll smother him but it feels so good. Don't stop. I am moaning. Don't stop. Don't stop. The pleasure builds it's all the exists. My pussy feels so wet. It feels so good. God, Jace, you treat me good, and right. Don't stop. I'm going to come!

My body jolts as my eyes fully close, then shudders, toes flexing and my vagina walls pulsing. I moan as I ride out the wave, and another wave, Jace doesn't stop, I gasp and pull his head away as I finish my climax. I relax as my body goes through soft shudders, my walls moving every now and then.

When I am finished, I am aware of how wet I am, and that Jace is running a hand up and down my thigh while kissing my knee.

I look at him and sit up, wiping his lip with my thumb. I stick my thumb in my mouth and stare at his bright eyes. He grins, pulls it out of my mouth and kisses me. His mouth and chin are wet. I giggle and pull him on top of me to cuddle. His hard on lays on above my lips, getting wet. I roll my hips against his.

"Thanks," I say with a smile. He laughs.

"Do you need another drink?" he asks.

I think about it. I feel sober.

"Yes."

He gets up to get a drink, comes back as I sit up. I lean with my back against the arm rest, open my legs, and he slides in between them, resting his head against my breasts. I run a hand through his hair and sip as he sighs. I feel his warmth, his muscles slowly relax. He becomes putty in my hands. He becomes soft, and sweet, like a young angel that god just birthed. I listen to the song.

"No not us, we are far too young and clever."

I hear snoring.

"Jace," I sigh, softly slapping his face a few times. He groans, lifts his head to look at me, eyes blinking.

"I'm awake," he sighs. I laugh.

"We have to do this," I remind me. He smiles and kisses me, I can't taste him past the alcohol on my lips now. I wonder if I have drank too much. I look around the room as a test, the colors are bright, my head seems to swim, not in a drunk way, but more like a song, moving along, everything perfect. I look back at him. His dick is soft now.

"You absolutely sure?" he says. I nod, and he goes on his knees. I put my drink on the floor, and turn around, sticking my ads in the air once again. He rubs my cheeks. Slaps them. Then stands.

"Forgot the lube."

I laugh and rest on my forearms. When he comes back, he is hard yet again. Damn. I blush and hide my expression behind my falling hair. He comes behind me and rubs ,y ass, my hole softly, then his hands move away, and I feel cold. Colder! I gasp when the liquid touches me, it is too cold, my toes curls as he rubs it over my cheeks, I feel his mouth touch the left cheek, he nips and kisses softly before pulling his head away. His thumb comes to my hole, rubbing gently, and then he enters.

I gasp. It doesn't hurt too much, but it definitely feels different. He moves in and out, and I feel a bit of pleasure, but the levels are low. I feel weird. I wait and wait.

"Hold on," Jace says, and he leaves me again. I wait, and wait. I look up to see him come back with my dildo in his hand. I grin and hide my face again.

"I'll be gentle," he says, and something enters me. My vagina. My walls contract, and I groan as the dildo, or his dick, enter only an inch or two. Moving in and out. He purposely isn't hitting my sweet spot. He is teasing me. So I move back, making he also go deeper.

"Hold on," he says, and it must be the dildo in me because it starts to vibrate. Now it makes me feel good, vibrating over my gspot, and I whimper, moan, staying still. His fingers touch my ass, then my hole, and they enter me, going deep maybe once or twice. He pulls them away. Then something big tries to enter.

I yelp.

"Stop!" I say, pulling away from the pain. He immediately stops.

"Clary?" He asks hurriedly.

"You're supposed to prepare me… or something," I say. He sighs, says sorry, and uses his one finger, going in and out. I hum, letting the pleasure from the dildo build. He pushes the dildo deep inside me, so it pushes against my cervix, and I groan. He enters another finger

Repeat.

I feel good, not at my peak, but definitely not in pain.

"Can I enter another finger?" he asks.

"Of course," I say, glad he asked. His soft side, he only shows to me, especially in the bedroom. He treats me like a sweetheart. I close my eyes, lick my lips and focus on the slowly building feeling in my pussy. "Okay. Fuck me."

"You're sure?"

"Fuck me!"

He pulls his fingers out, and places the tip in my asshole. I groan, tell him to stop, so he does. He doesn't move. I adjust to the feeling of me being stretched where I've never been stretched before. I give him the okay, and he moves in more, there is less pain, barely any pain, and as he slowly moves in hips, going in and out, not going too deep, it actually feel pleasant. Warm. Inviting.

I feel dirty.

I move my hips back, my hole taking in more of his dick. He places a hand on my back, slapping me softly. I squeeze my muscles over the dildo and groan, then start to moan as I move my hips. I feel so full. I feel like a slut. But his slut, and by god do I love him.

I moan, reaching down to hold the dildo, thrusting it in me to hit me deep. I move I quickly, moaning with the pleasure, the feeling of him fucking my ass feels even better, mixed with this feeling of my cervix being hit, my gspot having something vibrate against it, making the pleasure build.

I smell laundry, and sex, and my juices, and hear Jace moaning as he moves his hips quicker, quickly, but not too deep, and it makes me hotter, hornier, so I move my dildo quicker than he's thrusting as I tighten my closed eyes. I pant, I want, I want more, I stick the dildo in as far as it'll go and groan, feeling the pleasure building. I move it in and out, my walls contracting and loosening around it, closing and opening, my clit is tight, and suddenly I come, and scream to Jace, I'm cumming! He thrusts even quicker, like a machine, like a man who is on a mission.

I feel my walls shudder while my back tightens under Jace's hand, and he starts to moan, he tells me he's close. He's going to cum.

I let my muscles contract, hard, and he gasps, cumming in my ass, which I guess by the way he stops and shudders and mumbles, fuck, under his breath, and he squeezes my hips with both hands. I can feel his cock pulse.

I let my breathing calm. Our huffs even out, and soon we are quiet, and he pulls out and pulls me to my feet. I look up, see his saddened cheeks, and kiss the corner of his mouth. He hugs me, so I hug back, but his hug is actually for another thing he has on his mind.

He picks me up, I wrap my legs around him, and he carries me to the shower. I nibble his neck as we go into the bathroom. He sets me down and turns the shower onto a high setting, like I like. I grab four towels, two for him because he likes one for his hair.

"Baby, Jace," I say. He looks at me and winks. "Jace, we were supposed to try for a baby."

He stares, then laughs and holds my waist, kissing me tenderly, tasting sweaty, he smells like the lube, like cherries. He pulls away, holds my chin like when we were younger, when he wanted me attention to shower love onto me, and put tender words into my heart. Like when we were kids. I remember slapping him one time, and kissing him hotly another time. I smile as he kisses me again before leading me into the shower.

"We have all week, baby."