This will be a collection of smut filled one shots that are very mature in nature that is only meant for adults. In some one shots, Clary and Jonathan won't be siblings and in some of them, Clary and Jonathan will be siblings and not know it...and sometimes they will. I love the danger that Jonathan Morgenstern exuded in the books and this is sort of my way of giving him his own happy ending by giving him what he wanted and that is Clary. That being said, I hope you enjoy! Don't forget to follow and review!

For the club scene when Jon and Clary are dancing.

Pretty Lights- One Day They'll Know (Odesza Remix)

What So Not- High You Are (Branchez Remix)

ZHU- Faded (Odesza Remix)

When they get back to Clary's place.

Two Feet- Twisted

Two Feet- Love is a Bitch

Chapter One

"I mean, who the hell does that?" Clary says with anger to her best friend Izzy. "Whose mother runs away from their husband, abandons their son, and doesn't tell said husband that they are pregnant again with their second child?" She tosses down her concealer a little too roughly into her small makeup bag. "I thought I knew who my mom was but I couldn't have been more wrong. What she did...was horrible."

"I know." Izzy says with a sigh. "I was just as shocked as you were when you told me. I've known her for ten years and never once pegged her for someone who would abandon a child."

Clary looks up into the large mirror that makes up her sliding closet doors and holds Izzy's gaze. "The most messed up part about all of it is that if my father hadn't found her at my brother's request, I would never have known. She would have never told me. The only reason that he found out that he has a daughter is because Luke answered the phone and when he asked for Miss. Fray, he said 'Which one?'."

"Clary, you have got to calm down." Izzy plops down on the floor beside her and pulls out her large bag of makeup and sets out a few things. "I know you're incredibly nervous about meeting your brother and father tomorrow but that is why we are going out tonight. You need to relax for a while and forget about everything. A few drinks and some hot guys will certainly help with that."

Clary closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Izzy's right. She's got to let this all go, if only for a little while. She knows she can't run away from her problems but she can certainly try her best to at least forget about them for a while. When she opens her eyes again and looks at herself in the mirror, it's like she's hit a reset button. Her mother, her father, her brother...everything. It's all gone and all that is left is a twenty-one year old and her best friend, getting ready to go out for a night of debauchery. "Alright, Iz. No more obsessing and worrying. You have my permission to hit me if I bring any of it up again tonight."

"That's my girl." Izzy says with a wicked glint in her eye.

An hour later and the two women are dressed and ready. Izzy is wearing a very low cut siren red dress that she can barely breathe in while Clary has managed to squeeze into a lacy black number. There are thick straps that are made of black lace while the neck line dives down into the valley between her two breasts that are squished together with the help of a push up bra. The hem of the dress only goes to just two inches below her ass and her feet are covered with high heeled ankle boots, making her legs look long and lean. Izzy curled her red hair so that it fell in soft waves down to the middle of her back while she finished off her smokey eye makeup. "We look so fucking hot tonight." Izzy says as they stand in front of her closet door, inspecting their hour's worth of work.

"I think you are correct, Miss. Lightwood." she responds and angles her body to inspect how her butt looks. "I'll barely be able to bend at the waist tonight. Thank goodness this dress has a rim of that sticky stuff around the bottom of it that holds it in place or else I think it would slide completely up my ass at the first strong gust of wind."

Izzy claps her hands once and Clary looks over to her through the mirror. "Alright. Enough admiring ourselves. I think it's time for a few shots and then we head to Pandemonium."

"And I think that that is a wonderful idea." Clary replies with a smile.

After downing two shots a piece at the apartment they share together, they call an Uber and head to their favorite night spot. There is a line around the building but the two friends, knowing that they are looking sexy as hell, just walk right up to the door. They smile flirtatiously at the bouncers while Izzy runs her fingers down one of their shirts while whispering something in his ear. A slow smirk appears on his lips and then he is opening the door for them. There is groan and few shouts of outrage from the people still waiting but he doesn't seem to care. "I'll find you on my break. I'm looking forward to our dance." he says to Izzy as they pass.

Once inside, Clary smiles at Izzy and rolls her eyes. "You promised him a dance?" she asks.

"I did. He was, by far, the cutest one out there. And by dancing with him and flirting a little, it will likely guarantee us instant entrance in here for the foreseeable future. It's not that high of a price to pay." She shrugs and they continue to make their way around the crowd and over to the bar. Quite a few men's eyes follow them as they pass. She grabs Izzy's hand in front of her so she won't get left behind or pulled into a conversation by one of those men and offers a few polite smiles as she passes. When the two of them reach the bar, all of the bar stools are taken. They squeeze in between one couple that is making out and a group of girls that are cackling loudly that are clearly very drunk. "Alright. We need to find a cute one that will pay for our drinks." Izzy leans in and yells over the loud music. "I've only got enough for two drinks, maybe three and I really should spend that money on groceries for the apartment. I don't want to be stuck being nice to some foul looking guy the whole night just because he is buying us our liquor."

"Agreed." Clary says as they both turn around and start to scan the crowd. After a minute of searching and deeming that there is no one within sight, Clary turns around and waves down the bartender. "I'll get the first round, Iz." Clary says.

"Thanks girl." she replies. They lean in and give the bartender their drink order. The moment they have their drinks in their hands, the friends start to make their way to the dance floor. It isn't that packed right now so there isn't much worry that they will spill their drinks while dancing. Clary takes a long sip through the straw of her drink and relishes in the burn as it slides down her throat. "The drinks are strong." she calls out to Izzy as they reach the edge of the crowd of dancing people. "We need to leave her a big tip."

"I know." Izzy calls back over her shoulder with a small laugh. "I almost choked on my first sip." They are in the middle of the dance floor by then and Izzy spins around, grabbing Clary's free hand. The song changes then into something a bit more fun and upbeat and the two women move closer together. As they roll their bodies in time with each other, they move closer, laughing when they lightly bump their heads together. The beat of the music is soothing to Clary's mind, allowing her to completely forget that her life is going to change so drastically tomorrow.

Two songs come and go as they dance with each other and when Clary brings her drink back to her mouth for another sip, she finds that she's drank it all. She pokes out her bottom lip and pouts at the sight. "I'm out." Clary yells to her friend who is rolling her hips against her leg. She wiggles her drink in front of Izzy and is about to say something else when a slightly nerdy looking guy with glasses walks up. He looks over to the side of the dance floor and Clary's eyes follow his. There is a group of guys who are obviously his friends, and they are waving their hands encouragingly at him and yelling 'Just do it!' to him over the boom of the bass.

Izzy has just noticed him and a small smirk appears on her lips as she appraises him. He seems to take a deep breath and reaches up to push his glasses up his nose before squaring his shoulders and looking directly at Izzy. "Would you like to dance?" he blurts out, almost tripping over his words because he spoke so fast. She seems to think about for a moment, her eyes traveling slowly down then back up his body before she says, "Sure. Why not?"

He was obviously not expecting her to say yes. His eyebrows shoot up and into his hairline with surprise while his mouth pops open a little. This pleases Izzy to no end as her smirk pulls up into a full blown smile and she grabs him by his shirt and pulls him close. "I'll go get us another drink." Clary calls out and grabs her friend's glass from her hand while winking at her. She turns around with a smile on her face as she starts to make her way off of the dance floor, pushing past couples grinding against one another. When she reaches the bar, she sets down the empty glasses and motions to get the bartender's attention. It takes a few minutes before she is able to order another round for her and Izzy. While she is waiting, she pulls out a ten and slides it into the tip jar, earning a nod from the bartender. When her drinks are set down in front of her, a hand flies in front of her face and slaps down some money. "I'll get these." a deep voice says.

She looks up to the owner of the voice and her eyes widen with surprise. Although she can only see half of his face because he is still looking at the bartender, she can tell how good looking he is, not to mention how wonderfully tall he is. She takes those few seconds to compose herself, wiping the shock from her face, and brushes her hair over her shoulder swiftly. After the bartender takes his money does he finally look down to her. That's when she realizes she was wrong. He's not good looking. He's hot as fucking hell. Like...G.Q. model type of hot. He has this white blond hair that hangs slightly in his face and frames his perfectly chiseled jaw wonderfully. His eyes are a dark forest green color that contrasts with his hair wonderfully while his lashes are unfairly long and black, despite his hair color. When he gives her a crooked grin, she can see his perfectly straight and white teeth. 'Thank God. I can't stand jacked-up teeth.' she thinks to herself. That would have ruined him for her. "Hi, I'm Jon." he says and extends his hand out to her.

She swallows and licks her lips before reaching out and taking his hand. "I'm Clary. Thanks for the drinks."

"Your welcome." he says as his eyes shamelessly travel over her body. "I was watching you dancing with your friend out there." He motions over his shoulder to the dance floor. "It looks like she ditched you."

"Naw." she replies. "I don't mind. I'm not going to be a debbie-downer and get mad just because someone asked her to dance and not me. I'm glad she seems to be having a good time." Clary leans around him for a second and sees Izzy slinking all around the guy while he just stands there and sways to the music, unsure of what to do.

"Well, what if I were to ask you to dance? What would you say?" he asks as he brings his drink in his hand to his mouth and takes a sip while holding her eye contact.

She gives him a sexy smirk and says, "I'd say it's the least I can do since you bought my friend and I a round of drinks."

"Are you trying to say that you wouldn't dance with me if I hadn't bought those drinks?" he asks with a coy grin and points to the two glasses in either of her hands.

She shrugs and bats her lashes at him. "Maybe, but I guess you will never know."

He seems to really like her answer. She can hear him growl a sort of feral and amused growl and a dangerously wicked and unbelievably sexy smirk pulls up his perfect lips. He doesn't break eye contact with her as he tosses back the rest of his drink in one swallow and sets the glass down on the bar.

Clary pushes off of the bar and starts to head toward where she last saw Izzy on the dance floor. Jonathan is close behind her for a second before he walks up next to her side and places a hand on the small of her back. He starts to guide her through the crowd, occasionally giving the people in their way a little shove when they don't move. Normally, Clary can slip in between them because she is so tiny but she doubts that Jon could do the same.

She finally spots Izzy and catches her eye. Izzy smiles hugely at her and hurries to her to close the distance. Clary is surprised when she pulls the nerdy guy she left her with along beside her. "Thanks for the refill!" Izzy shouts with a smile.

"Thank Jon." Clary says and looks over her shoulder at the gorgeous man behind her. Izzy's brows raise when her eyes land on him before they scan down his body, looking very appreciative.

"Thanks, Jon." Izzy says with a wink at Clary.

"You're very welcome." he calls back to her, raising his voice over the booming of the music. Clary feels his hand slide around her waist from the middle of her lower back and then he is grabbing her hip and spinning her around. She almost crashes into his chest while holding the hand that has the drink in it out to the side, being careful not to spill it. She looks up to him in surprise and when her eyes lock with his, she has to clench her legs together to compensate for the feeling of arousal there. The look in his eyes is one of pure carnal desire and it sends shivers down to her core. "Are you just going to stand there admiring me or are we going to dance?" he says, his lips turning up into a knowing smirk.

She narrows her eyes slightly at him but then thinks that two can play at that game. She softens her eyes and then licks her lips slowly, biting down on her bottom one for a moment before letting it pop out from in between her teeth. His eyes darken at the sight as his eyes train on her mouth. She slowly spins around and promptly places her ass into his groin. She rolls her hips in a slow circle, putting pressure on his body, and looks back over her shoulder through hooded eyes.

His face is either one of pain or complete and absolute longing, his brows pulled together while the muscles in his jaw flex. The way she is moving her ass against his pelvis is enough to lead her to believe that it is the latter of the two options. 'Checkmate' she thinks to herself. He is obviously just as attracted to her as she is to him.

His hands quickly find her hips and she is surprised when his grip is soft. She moves her body sensually to the beat of the music while his hands rest on her hips. Clary stands up and presses her back against his chest. One hand brings her drink to her mouth while the other moves to his upper thigh, rubbing him there. He grows bolder with his hands as they travel up her sides, wrapping around her stomach and pulling her harder into him. She feels him bend down and then his breath is fanning on her neck. "You, Clary, are a phenomenal dancer." he whispers roughly.

She smirks to herself and rolls her ass into him hard, feeling his half hard member. "That's not all I'm phenomenal at." she says suggestively. His fingers dig into her reflexively where they are resting on her stomach while he stiffens some more in his pants. The song ends and she doesn't think twice before grabbing his hand and pulling him over to a half circle booth that just opened up and sliding in to the back. Jon quickly follows, although he looks slightly confused by the change in location. "I just figured that I could finish my drink over here and maybe chat a little." she lies to him. In all honesty, she was fighting the urge to pull him out of the club and tackle him in the middle of the street. She needed to have his too large hands off of her for just a moment. "We can always dance some more afterwards."

He smiles and nods his head, throwing an arm over the back of the rounded seat, his hand landing right beside her face. His fingers reach out and skim across her cheek for a moment. "Are you here alone?" she asks him. "I didn't see anyone with you and you don't seem like you are looking for anyone."

"I'm actually from Connecticut. I'm just here with my father reconnecting with family."

"That's sweet." she says with a smile. "What made you come out tonight by yourself?"

He shrugs and looks down at the table for a second before looking back at her. "Just needed to relieve some stress and shake some nerves. It's a long story so don't ask." He gives her a light uncomfortable chuckle so she turns the conversation towards herself.

"I know what you mean. I'm out tonight to forget about the shit storm my mother is going to drop me into tomorrow with...you know what, never mind. It's obvious that neither one of us wants to talk about any of that shit. I came to have a damn good time and so did you and that is what we are going to do so lets play a game and 'break the ice' so to say. Have you ever played 'Two truths and a lie'?"

He smiles over at her. "Yes. But it's been a while."

"That just means that I'll go first." She sits up straighter in the booth and leans a little towards him. "I am a phenomenal cook. I'm a paid artist. I've faked every orgasm I've had at the hands of someone else."

He brings his hand up to his chin and makes a show of thinking. When he raises one brow quizzically, she can't help but laugh. "The lie is...you've faked every orgasm. That would be too depressing if it were true."

She smiles at him and slides her drink over to him since he doesn't have his own yet. "What?!" he shouts with surprise and outrage. "That is just...really shitty."

"I'm a horrible cook." she says with a shrug. "I'm also apparently 'hard to please' in bed." she says, mimicking her last boyfriend's upset tone. She watches as his eyes squint at her and he studies her for a moment, slowly looking at what parts of her body can be seen over the table. It's almost as if he is thinking about all the ways he can pleasure her with the way his eyes linger on sensitive parts of her skin.

"Alright. My turn." he says after he takes a sip of her drink. "I'm highly considering moving here to New York. I have a master's degree in international business and a bachelor's in French literature from Dartmouth. I first had sex at the young age of fifteen."

"That's too easy." she says to him. "The lie is the school."

He raises a brow at her and shoves her drink back towards her. "I was eighteen when I lost my virginity." Her eyes widen with surprise. "Wow. So you're smart and sexy and can probably speak French."

He leans into her and says lowly into her ear in the most sexy, husky tone, "Oh, les choses que je pourrais vous faire font que votre corps chante pendant des jours." (Oh, the things I could do to you would make your body sing for days.)

A shiver runs down her spine at his words. Her time spent studying in France over the summer of her senior year of college allowed her to learn the beautiful language. She turns her face to him, their noses brushing against each other's with his proximity because she has somehow moved closer to him. There is heated moment when the two of them just stare at each other breathing heavily, their breath mingling together, before the explosion.

They both lean into each other at the same exact moment, their lips crashing hungrily together while her hands fly into his hair at the nape of his neck. He grabs her around her waist and pulls her to him with just a flex of his arm that has slid around her hips. She moans as his tongue asks for entrance which she readily allows. Their kiss grows unbelievably heated and soon she is pulling away so she can suck in a deep breath. "Fuck." she mutters.

"Tell me about it." he whispers back. He pulls her up and into his lap, squeezing her in between him and the table, her legs spreading wide to straddle him. His eyes travel down and she knows that he can see her soft pink lace thong she is wearing. Jon's hands move to her legs and slowly slide up her smooth skin. His fingers dip under the barely there hem of her dress while his thumbs dip down in between her legs and skim dangerously close to her wet folds. "I don't know what it is about you but I want you so fucking bad it physically hurts." To demonstrate this point, he thrusts his hips up and she feels his erection press against her. "I'm harder than I think I've ever been before."

"I noticed." she replies. Her bottom lip tucks under her top row of teeth and she bites it, trying to control what comes out of her mouth next. She knows where they will end up at the end of the night but she doesn't want to go quite yet. "Why don't we go and dance for a while?" she offers after sliding her hands up his very muscular chest. The music right now is too upbeat to do the type of dancing that she wants to do with him but that is a problem that can easily be fixed.

He gives her a slow nod as his eyes travel down to her chest and then back up to her eyes. She swings her legs off of him and slides out of the booth just as Izzy falls into the other side, her face stuck to the nerdy guy's in a sloppy kiss. She chuckles at her friend and the lucky bastard that she's with and pulls Jon out of the booth behind her. She reaches into her dress and pulls out the hundred dollar bill there from the painting she just sold and walks directly up to the D.J.'s booth. Clary leans in and catches his eye and holds out the hundred. "Slow it down for a while." she tells him and he smirks at her, taking the proffered money and nodding.

By the time they reach the dance floor, a new song is starting to play. It's still upbeat enough to dance to but has a sort of sexy downbeat to it that makes it slower than the rest of the songs he's been spinning. Once they are in the middle of the dance floor, she brings his hand that she is holding to her waist as she spins around and presses her body up against his. Her head tips back and when her eyes meet his, she's sure that her eyes mirror his perfectly. Desire. Lust. Hunger. Anticipation.

She's barely able to stop herself from suggesting to him right then and there that they go back to her place. Instead, he pulls her body to his and she starts to move against him. His hands are then everywhere. Sliding up her back, pressing in between her shoulder blades, skimming up her neck and around to her jaw. He bends down and presses his hungry lips against hers and she can't help but moan into his mouth. Her fingers dig into his tousled blonde hair and tug on it a little.

Without warning, he spins her around. His large hands drag slow and heavy down her sides and come to rest over her hips. His long fingers dig into her skin and then she is grinding into his growing erection behind her. The desire that is pooling in between her thighs in this moment is intensely wonderful. Never has anyone turned her on like the man planted behind her right now. Not to mention, he is a phenomenal dancer, swaying his hips perfectly in sync with hers while surprising her every now and then by taking control and changing their direction and moving in a way that was unfamiliar to her yet is fan-fucking-tastic. The way she would be able to feel every hard plane of his body when he would press her back to his chest and roll his whole body was purely erotic.

It was like everyone around them was invisible, Clary and Jon were stuck in their own little bubble of build up and anticipation, not caring who saw them as their hands shamelessly explored each other's bodies. By the time the forth song was coming to a close, she knew she had reached her limit. She had to have him. Reaching up on the tips of her toes, she pulled him down to where her lips were brushing his ear. "Why don't we go back to my place?" she asks him.

He pulls back to where his face is only an inch in front of hers. "I thought you'd never ask." he replies with a panty-dropping smirk and gives her a bruising kiss. If it was a promise of what was to come, she wasn't sure she would be able to wait till she got home to tear his clothes from his body.

He grabs her hand while she takes off and heads over to the table where Izzy is laughing at something the nerdy guy said. "Izzy, I'm out of here." she tells her.

Izzy looks up and over Clary's shoulder at Jon and then back at her and raises one brow. "I'm assuming it isn't because you're tired and want to go home to sleep."

"Just the opposite." Clary smirks back at her friend and gives her a mischievous smile before turning around and following Jon out of the front of the club. There are a few taxis waiting there on the curb and he opens the door to one and she gets in. She tells the cabbie her address and he takes off with a smirk, knowing what the couple is up to.

The ride back to her place is full of heavy kisses that muddle her senses while his hands slide over every exposed part of her skin. She wants to yell at him to slide his hands under her clothes but she holds back. The cabbie surely doesn't need that kind of show from her.

By the time they reach her building and they climb up to the forth floor where her place is, her heart has jumped into her throat, knowing that tonight will probably be the most sexually pleasing night of her life. She ushers him into her apartment and practically slams the door behind her. There is only enough time for her to turn her head to him before his lips are on hers again. This kiss is different than all of the ones before. His tongue presses against her own and he moves it with such perfect precision and pressure, it sets her skin on fire. She scrapes her fingers against his chest as she begins to feel like she is going to jump out of her own skin with desire.

When he pulls back, she decides to take some control back. She shoves him in his chest to where he stumbles back a few steps. His eyes are heavy with want as he looks at her, his breathing heavy and uneven, just like hers. She licks her swollen lips and takes a couple of steps over to where her and Izzy's stereo is and grabs the remote. Izzy had just downloaded a bunch of sexy songs from some artist she just found and was listening to it earlier that day. It would be perfect for the situation she has just found herself in. She hits the play button and a rich and sexy sound begins to fill the room; the artist's voice is slow and is sliding like butter over the lyrics.

Clary then saunters over to him and rests her hand lightly on his chest and pushes gently on it, making him walk backwards till his legs hit the couch there. He falls back onto it while Clary takes a small step away from him. She raises one leg up and props it up on the coffee table in front of him with a light slam. Her hands slide down the length of her leg, coming to rest over her ankle boots and sliding down the zipper before kicking it off, never taking her eyes off of him as he watches her. She repeats the same process with her other leg before skimming her fingers across her collar bone and sliding down the fabric there to where it falls off of her shoulders and hangs over the tops of her arms. His dark eyes are watching and appraising her fiercely, clearly enjoying the show she is giving him immensely.

Clary slowly peels the dress down her body, shimmying it over her hips and lets it fall to the floor around her feet. She stands there in her black lacy bra and light pink lace thong for just a small moment before walking over to him and coming to rest on top of him, straddling his waist. "Why do you have to tease me so badly?" he growls at her while his hands find her smooth thighs and start to slide up them.

"I'm not teasing. I fully intend to go through with everything. I just enjoy seeing the look on your face when you look at me." She leans down and presses a soft kiss to his lips and pulls back slightly. "It makes me feel sexy and powerful."

"Why? Because you can see how badly I want you?" he asks with a low voice. "I can honestly say I've never wanted anyone so badly before. I want to give you so many orgasms that you won't be able to walk or talk tomorrow. You're going to scream so much under me tonight. And don't you dare fake anything with me."

Clary gulps. From the look in his eyes and by the way his hands are on her body, she has no doubt that he's right; that he will fulfill every fantasy she's ever had before and giver her her first orgasm at the hands of another. Before she can make a move to press her lips to his again, he grabs her hips and flips them over. He hovers over her for a moment before crashing his lips against hers, collapsing onto his knees in front of where she is sitting on the couch. She moans into his mouth wantonly while her hands find the hem of his shirt and pull it up. He pulls back to lift it over his head to reveal the most perfect body she's ever seen in her life. He's got a large tattoo that starts on his left shoulder and snakes around onto his back. His hands move down to his pants, undoing his belt and button on his jeans, his muscles flexing under his perfect skin.

Clary can't help herself when she leans forward and nips at his tattoo before dragging her tongue across his reddened skin. Once his pants are shoved down and his erection is pressed tightly against his black boxer briefs, he grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her head back, arching her neck towards him. Impossibly, this turns her on even more, loving the way he is taking control. It's fucking hot.

His hands are everywhere now. Sliding around and unhooking her bra in one smooth move and then dragging his thumbs across her hardened nipples. She reaches down in between their bodies and grips him through the thin fabric of his underwear. He groans while she moans at the size of him. Not only is he thick, he's impossibly long and she suddenly can't wait to have him inside of her. Her clit throbs as the anticipation peaks, his mouth moving over her breasts and coming to rest on her rosy nipples while her hands dig in his fair hair.

"Take me to my room." she whispers, unable to find her voice in this moment. "It's the second door on the right."

He swiftly picks her up and tosses her over his shoulder, slapping her ass once as he takes her to where she will, without a doubt, have mind blowing sex with this gorgeous man. He kicks her door open and then she is falling onto her bed. His hand goes back and shoves her door closed while his eyes appraise her. He looks like a deadly lion that is stalking it's prey. His eyes are trained on hers while she heaves shaky breaths into the air, thankful that she left her lamp on and she is going to be able to see everything he is going to do to her. Her body once again feels like it's about to jump out of her own skin, electrifying shivers running down the length of her body.

He pounces, one of his hands going straight to her entrance over her soaked panties while his other slides around to the back of her neck. He brings his face close to hers, hovering over her and says, "You're so fucking wet for me, aren't you?" in a sexily dangerous voice and smirks at her with the most predatory grin she's ever seen.

All she can do is nod twice, not daring to speak, afraid of how weak her voice would sound if she tried to squeak out her answer verbally. "I hope you're not too fond of this thong." he whispers before he grabs the material and snatches it away from her body swiftly, ripping it from her shaking body. She shudders at his forcefulness, her clit throbbing once again in anticipation of what is to come. She leans up and tries to catch his lips with hers but he pulls away. She whimpers at his refusal until he stands up and looks at her in her full glory. His eyes that slowly drag over every inch of her skin feel like heavy pets from his too large hands.

Gaining confidence that she finds in the way he is looking at her, she bends her knees and pulls her legs up and lets them fall to her sides, baring herself to him. Her lip tucks in between her teeth as her fingers slowly skim from her navel to her chest, his eyes watching every move they make. "You gonna just stand there and look?" she asks him teasingly as his cock jumps and strains against the fabric that has it momentarily contained.

He growls low in his chest and then grabs her by her ankles and yanks her down to where her ass is at the edge of the bed. Her feet come up and hook in his boxer briefs and then she is pulling them down. His large engorged cock springs free and slaps him in his own stomach before coming to stand at full attention, perilously close to her opening. Her eyes widen briefly before her want and need to feel his large size from inside of her takes over every other thought. "Please." she moans and rolls her hips, indicating what exactly she is asking for.

He doesn't hesitate as he bends down and grabs the backs of her thighs. He lifts her up and she stares at his chest while his muscles flex as he lifts her bottom half off of the bed. She's glad because right now, she doesn't want foreplay. She wants him, inside of her, fucking her into oblivion.

Without hesitation, he slowly enters her, as if not to hurt her tiny body with his size. His head falls back as he sinks all of the way inside of her, making her eyes roll back at the feeling of him finally inside of her. The pressure his cock brings her tight folds is almost overwhelming with it's pleasure. The moment he moves backwards, she feels his head skim over her most sensitive part inside of her, almost causing her to yell out in pleasure. She bites her lips to stop from moaning, wanting him to feel like he needs to work for the orgasms he promised to give her. Her hands fly to her thighs where she digs her fingers into the meaty part of them, needing something to grab onto. When he pushes back into her, he does it painfully slow. For Clary, this won't do. Her brows furrow as she looks at him and finds him watching her face. "I'm not breakable. Fuck. Me." she says forcefully.

There is a fiery look in the depths of his eyes and then he pulls out to his tip and slams back into her with incredible force. 'Yes. That is exactly what she needs.' she thinks to herself. She allows a startled but luxurious moan; her head pressing into her soft bed under her. He holds himself inside of her for a long moment before pulling out slowly and pounding back into her. He repeats this process for another minute before she rolls her hips into him, unable to take much more of his slow and torturous pace. "Faster." she whispers.

"Like this?" he grounds out and then his pace becomes blinding. She sucks in a hiss of breath as waves of pleasure start to pulse through her, causing her body to start to fold in on itself as much as possible from this position. Her chin tucks into her neck as her flexing abs force her to curl up a little. "Fuck." she grits out through her shaky mouth. There is a feeling that is rapidly building inside of her. It's foreign to her in this way, but knowing what it is, she can't help but smile.

Her eyes travel up Jon's chest and sees that he is experiencing the same bliss she is. His eyes are closed, brows furrowed in pleasure. There is a sheen of sweat forming above is brows as his mouth hangs open and he pushes out short pants of hot breath. "Watch me." she tells him as she feels her peak coming, her breasts bouncing roughly in time with his thrusts. "I feel it coming."

When he sees her lusty eyes, he bares his teeth to her and begins to pull her to him even harder and faster. She can't hold eye contact with him any longer. Her eyes shut tight as her orgasm sneaks up on her, taking her by complete surprise. She cries out a long and strangled "Fuck!" before all coherent thoughts are cut off and her body makes long undistinguished moans without her control. Her walls are clamping deliciously around his cock, sending blinding pleasure through her small body. It's a long while before the pleasure slows, leaving her lungs burning for air when she's sure she's spent all of her orgasm on his solid member.

Once he sees that she is done, he pulls out of her much to her disappointment. She's confused for a moment before he grabs her hands and pulls her up and onto her shaky legs. He chuckles as she stumbles a little and falls into his chest, his arms wrapping around her to steady her. He moves to sit on the foot of her bed then, his cock standing up between his legs. "Sit." he commands her. 'FUCK!' she thinks to herself. He's clearly not done with her and the way he is taking control and ordering her around is such a huge turn on.

She eyes his cock for a minute and then is walking over to him. She sits down on his lap and grabs him, her back to his front, lining him up with her entrance before lowering herself onto him. He sighs a shaky breath into her ear, his face coming up and over her shoulder to place a hot kiss on her neck. Her legs spread wide to straddle him over his legs and when she looks up, she sees herself. He's taken them to where both of them are on full display in front of her mirrored closet doors. He smiles wickedly at her once he sees that she realizes what he's done.

His hands slide around her body, one going to pinch one of her nipples while the other one skims down her stomach and comes to rest over her clit. She watches his hand in the mirror as he dips it in her warm folds, finding her little nub with ease. His finger presses down with perfect pressure as he starts to swirl it around, skimming over her clit and making her moan. All of a sudden, his legs spread apart, making hers spread even further, and giving her and him a perfect view of her naked body. There is nothing to hide behind except his hands. In any other circumstance and probably with anyone else, she would have felt insecure or embarrassed. Instead, the way his eyes are burning her body with their pleasure and desire, she feels unbelievably powerful and sexy, empowered that she is causing him to look that way.

She slowly takes in the sight that is reflected back to her. His cock is tucked firmly inside of her while his finger moves furiously over her clit. His other hand is teasing her nipples while her hands come up and over her shoulders, her hands digging into his blonde hair at the back of his head. She sighs as pure euphoria flows through her hot body, her eyes drooping closed. "You are so fucking hot." he growls into her ear. "I never want to be out of you."

Just then, a wave of pleasure pulses strong and quick though her body, making her body convulse once. Her sleeve tightens around his cock and he moans his satisfaction at the feeling. "That's right. Squeeze my cock tighter." he says with a husky voice that makes her skin crawl with desire. His deep voice is such a fucking turn on for her. She starts to roll her hips gently, moving him around inside of her, pressing him in just the right spots that make her shudder. "Cum again for me." he whispers with a nip to her shoulder. "Look me in the eyes and cum for me, Clary."

With Herculean effort, she forces her eyes open and looks into the mirror and locks them with his forest green ones. "That's right. Don't look away."

The bliss he is giving her is mind blowing to her as her second orgasm peaks, making her call out a strangled garble of curses. She strains to keep her eyes locked with his as her body convulses violently with waves of orgasmic gratification. She feels herself squeezing him and by the look on his face, he can feel it too. She can tell it won't take much to push him over his edge at this point. With a few last screams from her lips, her orgasm subsides leaving her unbelievably sensitive. Even the cold air blowing from her air vents and hitting her nub when he removes his hand from in between her legs causes her unexpected pleasure.

She suddenly feels him wrap his arms tighter around her body and then she is being lifted up. He picks her up while pressing her back against his chest firmly and turns around, setting her down on her feet and bending her over her bed. His huge hand comes around and lands between her shoulder blades, pressing her into the bed. He takes complete control and she absolutely loves every second of it. He obviously knows what he is doing.

He starts to move in and out of her with speed from behind. He doesn't know it but this has always been her favorite position. His cock slides over her sensitive sweet spot and the only thing she is able to do is moan and dig her fingers into her bed sheets. "Shit." he says lowly as he speeds up again. His free hand grabs her right hip and he starts to pull her even harder into him. Her eyes roll back as he starts to shudder apart inside of her. His grunts of his own release are loud and fill up her room, the deep tenor of his voice vibrating against her skin. Jon's thrusts become less pointed as he starts to come down off the high from his orgasm. "Fuck. That was intense." he says breathlessly before pulling out. He reaches down and pulls off his condom and tosses it over into the small trashcan in the corner of her room.

She flips over onto her back then and slides up to the middle of her bed, panting heavily. She watches him as he slinks over to her as she says, "I'm so glad that you were everything you said you would be. That was fucking incredible."

"Oh, you think I'm done with you?" he asks with an arch of his brow. "That's cute. But baby, I'm nowhere near done with you." He climbs onto her bed then, and places himself in between her legs, grabbing a hold of them spreading them wide for him. "When you're all alone at night in ten years, I want you to be able to look back on this night and the pleasure I've given you and touch yourself with the memory. Every time you find yourself under anyone else, I want you to wish that it was me instead. Do you understand what I am telling you?"

She gulps and nods her head, once again not being able to trust her voice to come out evenly and without squeaking. Her body shivers with anticipation as his face dips down and comes to rest over her pussy. He watches her as his long tongue comes out of his mouth and painfully slow, licks up her folds, coming to rest over her oversensitive bud. His hot breath escapes his parted lips as he puts pressure onto her clit. The action causes her stomach to tense and flip knowing that if him fucking her is any indication of his skills, she won't be able to last long under his ministrations.

Her hands release the bed sheets to her sides and come up to press on her lower stomach while the other one goes to her heaving breasts and starts to play with her nipples there. "That's right. Touch yourself." he coos and her body shudders with pleasure for the millionth time tonight. When he dives back into her, she screams out his name loudly, her breath catching unevenly towards the end. He starts to do this fluttering thing with his tongue and just like she predicted, it doesn't take her long to find her peak and allow him to push her over it. She's unable to control the volume of her voice as she screams out in pure bliss, her body shaking savagely from the orgasm he is causing her to have for the third time.

By the time she is coming down from her high, her lungs are burning painfully in her chest. It seems like she forgot to breathe as she was cumming. She lays there in the middle of her bed with her eyes closed for a moment, trying to calm herself down. Just as she feels like she has a grip over herself again, Jon's hands are running up her stomach. She raises her head and looks down at him and sees that he is standing at full attention once again while he grins like a madman at her. "For fucks sake." she mutters. "Again?"

"Don't you want to?" he asks. "You are just so mind blowingly hot when you cum that I can't help myself. I want to see it again...and again...and again." He places wet kisses on the peaks of her breasts between each 'again' before finding her lips. He pulls back, waiting for her to tell him that she indeed wants him again. "Fuck me." she tells him, unable to deny the incredible man hovering above her.

They lock eyes as he slides inside of her again, both of them sighing heavily with relief when he reaches the hilt of his shaft to the folds of her pussy. He starts to move as she pulls his lips to hers, their moans and breath mixing to create this heady feeling inside of her. It feels like her body has reached this other plane of reality. It's completely blissed-out and satiated and somehow, she still wants more. And after they're done this time, she is positive that she will still want even more of him, over and over again till they both collapse from exhaustion.

She lets him pound into her for a while before the desire to ride him almost crushes her. She pushes on his shoulder and he seems to understand what she wants. His arm wraps around her back and he effortlessly flips them over. Clary sits up and situates herself onto his solid cock and looks down at him, her long red hair creating a curtain around them, shielding them from the outside world.

She braces herself with one hand on his chest to raise up and then slam back down onto him. He throws his head back in pleasure and Clary can't help but let a satisfied smile glide across her lips, pleased that she was also able to cause him pleasure. His hands find their way onto either of her hips and then she is rolling them against him, creating the most beautiful friction inside of her. One thing she loves about being on top is that she is able to control her pleasure, always finding that she got the closest to cumming while riding her men but never reaching her peak because they couldn't hold off long enough. Thank the angel that isn't the case with the man under her now. He is perfectly capable of giving her multiple orgasms without her help or direction.

Clary looks down at him as she continues to roll her hips lazily against him and she is able to plainly see that she is driving him wild. His teeth are clenched together and he almost looks like he is in pain. She decides that she's tortured him long enough and starts to move faster, harder, giving him more pointed thrusts. His length and girth are so much that she actually can feel him inside of her through her stomach as she lands a pointed roll of her hips, ending with a hard thrust that he moans in pleasure with. "You're driving me crazy." he says through heavy pants. "You feel so amazing."

She leans forward then and gives him a heated kiss. Her tongue pushing into his hot mouth where he takes over the kiss. One hands leaves her hip and buries itself in her hair, pressing her face harder into his. Once he lets her go, she sits back up and with renewed fervor, begins her assault on his cock again. She starts to fuck him so hard that her bed starts to rock back and forth with the force of her thrusts, slamming on the wall that she shares with Izzy. "Fucking hell." she says as she feels him sliding around inside of her, the euphoria cresting fast and furious and then she is feeling her forth orgasm of the night take over her body. Somewhere in her moaning and unyielding movements against him, she feels him jerk upwards and grunt like a feral animal as he cums again. She forces her eyes open to see his face turning red with the strength of his orgasm for a long moment before he falls back to the bed.

She milks him a little longer and enjoys watching him flinch from the aftershocks before she slides off of him. She falls onto her bed beside him and pushes her hair off of her face where it had gotten stuck to it from her perspiration from their endeavors. Before she knows it, she is laughing lightly. "This is just...fucking insane." she tells him. "Where did you come from and are there more of you from wherever it was?"

He laughs and the sound is entrancing. She turns her head to look at him as he turns to look at her. "Baby, there is no one else like me. I am purely one of a kind."

"In that case, I just might have to lock you up and make you my sex slave." she responds. He laughs harder at this before he says, "I was thinking the same thing about you. Your body...it's fucking perfect. I've never felt so...at home and my body's never been so satiated before. I don't think I will be able to let you sleep much tonight."

"Thank heavens because I just might have tied you up if you tried to leave any time soon." She looks pointedly at him as her hand comes up to stroke her invisible evil goatee while her sad imitation of an evil laugh bubbles up and escapes her lips. He smiles a blindingly huge smile at her that lights up his face before he laughs hard at her.

They then lapse into conversation where Clary laughs more than she ever has for the next hour. That is until she laughs so hard that her chest heaving up and down makes her breasts jiggle in a way that has Jon climbing back on top of her and fucking her into another dimension that was solely meant for her pleasure. Once they are done again, conversation starts up again she and finds out that they have a lot of the same interests. He trails his fingers lightly up and down her body as they talk and she finds that she actually likes him...a lot. It's her then that initiates the third round of marathon sex that has them seeing the sun start to rise. They both collapse back to her bed then, completely spent and fall asleep after she sets her alarm for five hours from then.

He has successfully taken her mind off of meeting her brother and father for lunch later that day at one o'clock. She falls asleep on his bare chest listening to the steady beat of his heart.

The alarm blares piercingly loud, waking her from a heavy stupor of sleep. She scrambles over his broad chest and turns it off with a groan. "I know how you feel." he mumbles as his arms come to wrap around her naked body. "I've got to get up and take a shower." she tells him, praying to everything that is holy that he asks to join her. "I've got somewhere to be at one."

He turns his head over to the clock and then back to her. "It looks like there should be enough time for me join you. Would you mind?" He gives her a heavy look that indicates that he is also asking of other things. "I also have somewhere to be and I'm sure I reek of sex and sweat."

YES! HALLELUJAH! THERE IS A GOD! she sings in her head. "I'm sure I can help with that." she smirks at him. She leads him to her and Izzy's shared bathroom where he pins her to the wall of the shower and slams into her with the speed and force that should only be possessed by of some sort of sex god. She, of course, cums till she can't see straight from his cock and then all too soon, she is walking him to her door. They make out for a few minutes, her pressing his large body against the door before they exchange numbers and he leaves. She smiles at the door once it is shut and smiles like a madman.

"Thank all that is holy in this world that he's finally left." she hears Izzy say. She spins around and sees her friend and roommate leaning against the hallway wall with her arms crossed over her chest. Her body language says angry but the amused smile on her lips lets her know she isn't really mad at her. "I thought you'd never stop your incessant moaning. Not to mention your bed slamming into the wall constantly and don't even get me started on the moans he was letting out. He sounded like some sort of wild animal. Granted, a really fucking absurdly hot animal that just so happens to apparently be a master of the art of sex. The moment I had started to think the two of you were done, you started up again. Are you sure he's human?" she says in a rant.

Clary just grins back at her friend and bites her bottom lip before speaking. "You have no fucking idea." She smiles wickedly at her friend as she passes her and is just able to catch Izzy's wide returning smile before she can no longer see her face.

Ten past one...

Clary comes to a halt beside her mother outside of the restaurant she was supposed to be at ten minutes ago. "I know. I'm late." she tells her before her mother can start to lecture her. "I didn't get much sleep last night and it took me longer than usual to get ready but I'm here now." Her mother purses her lips at her before deciding not to say anything about her tardiness.

"Are you ready." she asks her instead and nods to the restaurant doors. Clary looks up at the building and the gravity of the situation that she's been avoiding comes crashing down on her. She gulps and looks back to her mother. "I...uh...just give me a minute to myself in the bathroom. I think I need to splash some water on my face or something."

"Okay." her mother says in a soft voice. "I'll go and find...your father and brother. Just look for me when you come out. I don't want them to think we're a no show and knowing your father, he's already pissed that we're late."

"Whatever, Mom." Clary says annoyed. The anger and bitterness returning towards her mother for putting her in this position in the first place. Clary pushes in the restaurant and makes a b-line for the bathroom after quickly spotting it. Her heart has jumped into her throat and she starts to think that putting off thinking about everything was a horrible idea. She enters the hall that leads to the bathrooms and quickly runs into a hard chest. "I'm so sorry." she mutters before looking up to see who she crashed into. Her eyes widen with utter surprise as she realizes that it's Jon. His face is a perfect mirror of hers.

"Jon?" she says to him. "What are you doing here?" Her eyes are shocked as she looks at him.

"Me? What are you doing here? I'm having lunch with my family." he says back to her. She can't help but laugh then. What are the chances that they would be at the same restaurant for lunch just after their night together? "Me too." she tells him, her laughs slowing down. "I'm a nervous wreck, though it's a long story about exactly why."

He relaxes a little and then is pulling her into a hug. She wraps her arms around his torso and buries her face in the intoxicating scent of his chest. When his fingers slide under her chin and pull her face up to his, she doesn't resist in the slightest. He brings his mouth down to hers and gives her the kiss of a lifetime. Her worries seem to melt away under the ministrations of his tongue and his hands that are sliding up and down her body. A long while passes before he finally lets her go, both of them breathing a little harder than normal as they rest their foreheads together. "Feel better?" he asks. "Because I do."

"Yeah. Me too." she says.

"Listen, I gotta go but do you wanna meet up later? I wanna call later and ask to take you on a proper date. I like you, Clary."

"I like you too. I'd love to." she tells him. He gives her one last peck and smiles at her as he lets her go and slowly backs out of the hall, his eyes never leaving hers till he has to turn around and walk back out into the restaurant. She takes a few deep breaths before hurrying to the bathroom and smoothing down her hair quickly and reapplying her lightly tinted lip balm. "You've got this, Clarissa." she tells her reflection in the mirror before grabbing her bag and walking out of the bathroom.

Once she is out of the hallway, she stops and quickly surveys the room for her mother. She easily spots her bright hair and takes one last deep breath before putting one foot in front of the other, marching over to meet her father and brother. She's sort of thankful that there is a waiter standing at their table, blocking her sight of the two mystery figures as she approaches. By the time she reaches the table, the waiter turns to leave as she stops next to her mother.

Her eyes are immediately drawn to a very handsome older man with white blonde hair that is streaked with gray in a few spots. His eyes light up with wonder and warmth as he looks at her. He starts to rise up out of his seat as her mother says, "Valentine, this is Clarissa." She sees her mother's hand motion to the spot next to her father and her eyes follow it. The next thing she sees is Jon. His eyes are impossibly wide as he stares at her. "Clarissa, this is your brother, Jonathan."

Realization hits her hard and fast then, her eyes blowing wide to match his. The color draining from her face. "Jon?" she croaks out in disbelief.

"Clary?" he says back to her, mirroring her tone of shock in her voice to perfection. They stand there, staring at each other while out of the corner of her eye, she sees her mother raising out of her seat and looking between the two of them.

"Wait a minute, you two know each other?"

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