Clary refused to tell anyone about where she was going past curfew. The horrid truth of her innocence would be out, and people would see it as a weakness. She couldn't afford that.
She was perhaps the most worried about who it would be, if he had been the best would that mean he was good at sex or just good at acting like he'd be good at it? Clary hoped it was the former but she couldn't help but notice her hand shake gently over the door handle of the teachers room. When she turned it she held her breath. When she opened it, she released.
Standing in front of the window with his hands shoved in his pockets was Izzy's brother: Jace. Clary felt her heart sink in her stomach. He turned his head to her before turning his body fully torward her.
Clary softly shut the door behind her.
Their relationship was complicated. Jace was the best of the best at everything, and they competed often. Clary jokingly penned him golden boy, and he penned her a lot of names but his favorite was shortcake.
And now he was going to take her virginity because of a homework assignment. Classic. This damn school taking away her childhood and forging them into future freaking hitlers. damn them all.
"Need some help shortcake?" Jace finally spoke, a light tone in his voice but she could hear the roughness lying underneath. Damn him too.
Clary peeled her blazer off, and Jace took a step closer. "Not here." He said, and Clary held her blazer on her arm as she waited for him to say where.
He nodded torward the door and guided her with a gentle hand on her back out of it.
Clary prepared for the ball, coating her face in a sickly sweet mask and curling her hair to perfection. She strapped a black mask to her face and stepped into her gold ballgown. She was ready within the hour.
Izzy was knocking at her door not very long after.
By the time they stopped walking, Clary's heart was racing and she couldn't focus on much. They were in the library, in the far back that was surrounded by book cases and beheld a large couch. Clary stared at the couch without moving.
She felt his hand on her back slide onto her hip as the other one latched onto her other hip. He was behind her and leaning his head on her shoulder before he lifted it until his lips touched the shell of her ear.
She felt the energy change in the air around her, and she leaned back into Jace. "When you're here with me, it's not about who we are. It's about what you feel and what you want. We are taught to never forget who we are and what we aim to get, but right here right now you know you can trust me. Only want Clary." He said against the back of her ear and a ragged breath fell from her open lips.
Clary turned and began to unbutton her shirt slowly. She watched his eyes drag over her, swore she could feel them trail down her black button up shirt and red skirt. "Fuck." Was all he said before he reached for the sides of her half open shirt and ripped down.
She blinked twice at what just happened and looked up at him through her eyelashes. Maybe she was better at this than she thought. She leaned up and set a small kiss at the base of his throat. She opened her mouth and started to suck softly as she pulled his blazer off and unbutton his shirt.
His hands, god his hands. They trailed down her back lightly before sitting at the top of her ass and roughly squeezing. Clary pressed her legs together tighter as she pulled his button up off and took off her own. She was in a black lace bra, courtesy of seduction and utility class. It was required.
Clary pulled her lips away and stared at Jace. His mouth was slightly open just like hers and his eyes were nearly black. He didn't let her look for very long because he dragged her over to the couch and he sat down, pulling her into his lap. Clary looked down at him, at the golden hair around his head like a crown and brought her lips to his own.
It was much softer than Clary expected. Not entirely closed but not rushed either. Clary brought her hands up to his neck, twisting her fingers into the curls at the bottom of his head. It escalated slowly, first Jace added tongue, then Clary began trying to fight for domination of the kiss. Then as she did so, she found she moved over a certain part of him with a certain part of her tore groans from both of them.
So she began rocking like that slowly, until they weren't even kissing. Until their faces were just breathing each others air feeling whatever they wanted. Jace's hands ended up coming up her body and trailing down the valley of her boobs before he latched both hands on her. She gasped as he did and rubbed harder against him, pulling a sound out of him.
His hands ran to the back of her bra and began to unclasp it expertly. He pulled it off of her and carressed the underside of her breasts, causing her to shiver. She latched her lips onto his again and he reached up just enough to touch her nipples. He pebbled one between his thumb and first finger.
His lips gently went down from her lips to her jaw, down her neck until he was pressing open mouth kisses over the tops of her boobs. Clary was starting to lean back and slow her moves over him, but he settled his hands down again at her hips and moved her faster again.
his lips wrapped around her one of her nipples and he teased it with his teeth before running his tongue over her to soothe the sting.
And for once, Clary could feel it all. The feeling of rubbing over Jace and him sucking at her tits felt amazing. a loud moan fell from her lips. God how she wanted him.
Jace twisted her over and she was underneath him and his hands were trailing over her legs and his hips were no longer pressed against her but his hands were getting closer. They made circles on her thighs and Clary found herself thrusting her hips up to find some sort of friction. "Easy, shortcake." He mumbled against her nipple before switching to the other.
And then his fingers trailed over her through her underwear and she gasped. "Fuck." she could feel Jace's silent laughter and she frowned. "Asshole." She called him and he looked up at her through his eyelashes.
A smirk rested on his lips. "Not tonight." As Clary processed what he meant, Jace began kissing down her stomach until he reached her skirt. Clary would have cussed at him but he rubbed against her again and lifted her hips so he could pull her skirt off. He dragged her over the knee socks off and then started kissing at her hipbone.
He left a hickey there. He meant to, Clary knew he did. But she couldn't think long enough to fuss at him when he pulled her underwear off and set his lips on her.
Her hips would have rose so high off the couch if it weren't for Jace's expecting hands waiting to keep them down. "You're drenched." Jace mumbled against her and jutted his tongue out against her.
Clary's hand wound through his hair and she couldn't hold in her moans. She felt something poke into her before it was submerged in her and moving in and out of her. She clamped her walls on Jace's finger. "Relax." He said against her as he pushed in further. He lifted and settled his face in her neck as he continued moving his finger.
"You're so fucking hot, you know that?" He whispered. "The way you're gasping for me, so wet all for me. Your chest is so red and so are your cheeks. I could kiss every freckle on your body and I don't think even then that you'd get tired of me." At his last sentence, Clary closed her eyes tightly and thrust against his hand. "You want that, don't you? You want me worshipping you."
Clary ran her hand down his chest, over his abs and slowly undid the zipper of his slacks. Jace added another finger, which made Clary pause as she adjusted to. After a few seconds, Clary tilted her hips up and wrapped her legs around Jace, making his fingers go in deeper.
Jace groaned softly. Using her hands partially and then her feet, she pushed his slacks off. And then she stuck her hand in his boxers and brushed against him. A harsh breath hit Clary's neck. As she encircled him, Jace tried three fingers. Her discomfort made her pause for a minute but after that she threw her head back as he moved in and out of her.
She ran her hand up and down on him, and shoved his boxers down, doing the same as she did with his slacks.
They were two teenagers, breathing harshly against each other and getting each other off and they didn't have a care in the world.
Until Jace stopped Clary's hand, and his own ministrations. He grabbed a condom from the pocket of his slacks and put it on him. He directed his head at her entrance and rose up on a push up position to look at her. "This is going to hurt, Clary." Clary nodded and shut her eyes. "You're going to need to relax okay? It'll hurt more if you don't." She nodded again.
And she felt his lips press soft kisses on her neck, soothing her even more. He inched in slowly, and Clary's eyes shut harder. He stopped about halfway. "It might be easier from now on to do it fast." Clary mumbled an okay and set her hands on his back.
And as he in one fell swoop sat sheathed in her, her nails dug into the skin of his back. her eyes teared up. He refused to move until her nails eased on him, and even then he went slow.
After a few minutes of that, Clary released a shake-y breath before her nails dug into him again and her hip moved up to match him. He sped up then, and then he was kissing her. Roughly, messily but he was kissing her and she was dragging her nails down his back to just above his ass and pushing him down harder.
She threw her head back and he placed his lips instead on her neck, panting her name. She didn't think in that moment that she could ever get enough of him, his voice, his body, his soul. She squeezed his butt and he laughed against her.
"Jace" she gasped out as he hit a particularly sensitive place, and in turn he made every move to hit that spot over and over again, pulling his name out of her every time. His hand trailed down and pressed against that sensitive bundle just adding to the fire until Clary couldn't form words and her eyes were rolling in the back of her head.
she felt that feeling in the pit of her stomach escalate quickly, she was tightening around him until a large moan came out of her and she felt wave after wave of something indescribable. Not much longer she heard Jace groan and soften before pulling out of her.
Izzy was gaping at her through her door. "You look hot wow." She told her and Clary reciprocated the words. Izzy was dressed in black, looking like some goddess of the underworld.
Izzy was a living breathing shadow, but everyone noticed her. "Alright, guess it's time to go appease these old bastards." She offered Clary an arm which she gladly took.