One-Shots (Mature Content)

After Work (4,9K)

My dear little broccolis💚💚💚

💚 So Enjoy this first one shot. Like I said, there will be lemons, so read at your own risk. You know me by now. Enjoy!

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Clary's PoV

There's always been this something weird between Jace and I. This little teasing game that we both played at work. It never really got further than that, a little teasing game; but little by little, it created that sort of sexual tension between us. At least, that's what I think it is. I mean, Jace is really hot, and when he teases me with his sexual body and his sexual voice, I can't say that I'm staying indifferent. Outside I'm pretending that I'm so not fazed, but how many times did I wet my lingerie over him? Too many to count.

And now, I am in his car, on the way to my place because stupid me got a flat and that it's raining cats and dogs. And let me tell you, the atmosphere is very thick in Jace's car. If I would listen to my urges, I'd make him stop right now and jump his bones 'til tomorrow. Really hard, and really long. I'd let my skin collide with his and grate my teeth on his ear. I'd take his hard member between in my hand and play with him as if I were a geek and he were a joystick. I'd do so many things. Things so dirty that a prostitute would be ashamed of me.

I discreetly cross my legs, trying to ignore the tingling between my legs that having such thoughts with Jace next to me bring to me; and I decide to look through the window so I can think of something else. Something else than Jace's lips and body. Which is very difficult since he's literally inches away from me.

For ten other minutes, I don't do anything, singing in my head the Australian anthem so I can focus on something less exciting than the sex God next to me, when Jace suddenly curses under his breath, forcing me to turn so I can look at him. Geez, it should be punishable by death to be this fuckable!

"What's wrong?" I ask him, and his car answers for him by coughing and slowly stopping. He punches the wheel, and explains to me:

"I forgot to put fuel this morning. I should have done so days ago, but I kept on procrastinating."

I bite my lips, doing my best to repress the words that want to escape my mouth, but I miserably fail and tell him: "I live two minutes from here. You want to crash for the night? I have a comfy couch."

Jace longly looks at me, internally debating if he should follow crazy me at my place, or if he should just wait for the breakdown truck. But just as I'm silently thanking his good sense of refusing my crazy proposal, he nods and turns off the engine.

What a stupid move I just made! I won't be able to sleep knowing that he's sleeping next room. Really, Clary?! Stupid, stupid, stupid! But I don't say anything, and just confidently smile at him before opening the passenger door, and rushing outside. I mean, it's still the freaking flood outside! Jace shortly follows me, and we both run toward my building, doing our best to outrun the rain, but still ending up wet. Just the wrong kind of wet.

Once in my building, we stop, trying to catch our breath, and I can feel Jace's gaze on me, making my insides squeeze tight, and a warmth spread through my whole body. That son of a bitch, I'm sure he's doing that on purpose. I'm not stupid, I know that my blouse is white and that my bra is black. But I didn't plan the weather, he could pretend he didn't see anything and look away. Stupid Jace.