My dear little broccolis💚💚💚
~ Sorry for not answering yesterday night. I was to tired. Here's today's update. Hope you will like it
~ Also, as a fair warning, ‼️THE RATINg CHANGEd TO M‼️ this chapter. I don't even know why I didn't put it M right away, knowing the this chapter was coming, but yeah, M is coming.
Love, Mina. 💚💚💚
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Chapter 7: Acting On It, Or Not? (1,7K)
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Jace's PoV.
"I don't care how much of a 'best friend' he is to you! He is not gay, he doesn't hold you in his arms!" Jon strongly states, his eyes fuming with anger while Clary stomps her way to the door of her bedroom.
With a little title of my head, I glance at Valentine's bedroom, wondering if he will come out to try and calm his children down, but the door remains closed, even when Clary's scoffs with indignation and shouts back:
"Screw you, Jon! I am not a clueless medieval maiden! If I want a boyfriend, you have no say in the matter! You shouldn't worry about the boys, you should trust me to know with whom I'm choosing to be. By being such an ass, you're not being overprotective, you're just showing me how much you have no trust in me!"
At those words, I consider that this is my cue to butt in the conversation and try make things better. Even if I have always did my best to be Switzerland, I always tried to reconcile them when they were fighting too much, before it got out of hands. And this was starting to get out of hands.
In the Morgenstern family, trust is a synonym of love. And every single one of us knows it. That's why there are all always as honest as can be to each other. That's why Clary didn't lie when her father came home earlier, and that's why I didn't lie either when he asked about the mindless kiss. Trust equal love in this house, and Clary just implied that Jon doesn't love her.
As I hear a door opening, I turn my head to look at my best friend; and his face is showing exactly what I was expecting: hurt. He's about to say something, when Clary storms in her room and slams the door behind her while Valentine steps out of his own. Jon doesn't let him, or me say anything, and goes in his own room, his shoulders slumped with helplessness.
I grimace to myself, knowing that tomorrow and the days to come are going to be extremely terrible. No matter how much they love each other, when Jon and Clary fight, it can last for weeks. Once they did not talk for two whole months because Jon had called Clary a baby in front of our whole class in primary school. They used me as a delivery man at that time. It took a lot of efforts on my behalf to get them back together. Because they are so damn stubborn.
Valentine and I look at one another, silently resigning to those terrible days to come, and I go to my own bedroom. Once in my bed, I do my best to think of Jon, but I miserably fail, and only think of his sister, and what almost happened between us during the afternoon. This is definitely not going to help my night dreams.
Little by little, I fall in Morpheus' arms; but I wake up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When I'm finished and pass in front of Clary's room, my mind is completely foggy and I open her door without knowing what takes over me. I mean, I shouldn't encourage whatever it is that keeps on happening to us. Especially in the middle of the night. Especially when just thinking of her in a bed makes me so damn hard.
She's sleeping, her covers completely useless and cast aside, her hair spread all over her pillows, her overlarge shirt not covering much for it is so rolled up. I gently shake my head and creep in her room so I can put the covers back on her. I'm not being a creep, I just don't want her to catch a cold.
As I tuck her in properly, Clary bluntly sits up, gasping of fright before her eyes set on me with shock. For a second she doesn't say anything before she lets herself fall back in her bed, mumbling: "If you're a dream, you better be damn pleasant. I'm tired of waking up horny for you."
Those words awake such contradicting emotions in me. I love that she's been dreaming about me. I love that I make her horny. But it still scares me. I shouldn't love the fact that Jon's baby sister is wet dreaming of me. I should actually walk out of her room instead of dipping in the bed, hovering her, and pinning her hands next to head as I whisper in her ear:
"And what am I doing in those dreams of yours to make you so horny?"
I don't actually let her answer and suck the conjunction between her neck and her shoulder, making her arch to me and moan when her crotch meets my hard on. I also moan, before steadying her as she tries to find the friction between us again. She doesn't let it startle her, and attacks my mouth, hunger obvious in her kiss as our tongues battle for power
She keeps on arching herself, though I do my best to keep space between us. Because the noises she makes when she rubs herself against my boner are driving me crazy. But when the friction becomes more intense, I lose my self control, and dry hump her, making her groan of satisfaction as I hide my face in her neck, sucking hard on it while my left hand play with her harden nipple.
I can actually feel her wetness through the fabric of her panty and my pyjama trousers, and it sets me even more on edge. Especially since she moans my name in my ear, whispering as low as she can that she's about to come for me. And I love hearing those words coming from her mouth. Though I keep for myself that I'm about to come too. I'm not even inside of her that she already makes me want to cum.
Suddenly, as I feel my last barriers fall, she flips us, and is on top of me after removing our lower piece of clothing. She places herself on me and impales herself with my hard member as I lift her shirt up to suck on her erected nipple. There's this conscious part of me enjoying the fact that she's so flustered for me. That I'm the one who makes her that wet, that hot, that wild as she's riding me. And this part can't wait to know what to claim her in every possible way and see her trash in the bed beneath me, screaming my name. I want her. I want her to be mine. And just to claim her properly to any other male, I suck hard on the other side of her neck, consciously leaving a hickey so everyone knows that she's taken.
As I suck on her skin, nibbling it between my teeth, Clary whimpers, riding me harder and faster, and so I growl lowly in her ear: "Come for me, Clary. Give me what I fantasised on for the past month."
Clary rides me even harder, making the tension in my lower stomach more intense, but I don't mind. I like better finishing in her, than just by guiltily jerking thinking about her. My hand travel up to her breast, and she bites her lips to repress a scream. I watch her as she's starting to climax, enlightened by the moonlight and silent as a mouse, and I can feel that I'm seconds away of following her.
So I lean to kiss the hickey I made on her neck as she increases her pace, and I nibble on her ear before telling her: "I want you to be mine, Clary. I want to be the only one to make you come just by touching you. I want you to wet yourself just by looking at me. And I want to feel what it's like to be inside you, and fucking you 'till you loose your voice, again and again."
Clary moans at each of my declaration, clearly turned on, and suddenly, I release as her face tenses, her mouth open in a perfect O begging to be filled, her eyes shut tight, and her whole body trembling. I help her ride down her climax, before she collapses on me, resting her head on my chest as we both try to catch back our breath.
And before any of us know it, we're fast asleep, me still holding Clary in my arms.
I am only waken up the next morning, by the noise of a door being open. When I open my eyes, I realise two things: I am in my room, and a pair of bright green eyes is observing me.
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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚
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~ Haha, you little pervs. I'm sure you loved this chapter (shaking my head with disapprovement) ... wait I wrote that chapter (shaking my head in shame)
~ So what was your favourite part of this chapter?
1. What did you of the fight?
2. What about that little rule in their house?
3. What about your thoughts on Valentine?
Anyway, Cassandra Clare owns the names of the characters from the Mortal Instruments franchise, everything else is mine.
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