Different than Normal
A/N: Hi. Okay, don't kill me, I can explain—oh, no one noticed that I was gone for so long? Heh. Cool. Just kidding, I do actually have an explanation, don't know if it's a legit excuse though lol. My creative juices just, weren't flowing. AND GUESS WHAT? Now, they are. Wow shocker I know.
Some people I want to mention whose ideas I'm going to use, might take a while though:
Julmclay – I can sense you're really passionate about this stuff lol, love your ideas, definitely going to be using them, thankyouuuu for your review(s)
Forevernever030 – yesssss, short but sweet and totally rocking. I might twist it into something almost completely different OH GOD MEGHAN TRAINOR JUST CAME ON THE RADIO KILL ME but anyway I was thinking more Clary is dominant in bed with Jace lol? I love my hesitant lol right there.
Little break, is anyone wondering what I'm eating right now? It's a rhubarb crumble with vanilla icecream :)
Anyway, next:
Guest – I'll be taking on your idea with a mix of someone else's idea, if that's alright with you. Thanks for your review :D
AND this chapter is going to be suggested by Julmclay, I took a part of it. You complained how Clary is always built like a twelve-year-old and I completely agree, I hate that so much. I understand that some people just have A-cups when they're adults, but I have D-cups and I'm not even an adult so I really just can't relate lol. I have had A-cups. I had them when I was 9... And that's not even bragging, I was bullied for having the biggest boobs. It sucked.
On with the chapter.
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They had been best friends since Clary moved to Brocelind when she was eight.
Their mothers set them up for a playdate, they decided to do some crafts. Then, Jace chose to paint Clary's hair yellow because 'blonde is so much better than red'.
Clary'd just giggled and painted his hair bright red. Since then, they'd been best friends, practically connected by the hip.
They had a big friends group, some people permanent, some not.
But...
Jace and Clary were sort of fucking behind their backs. As in, literally, fucking. Going at it 'til four in the morning, even stopping sometimes just before they had to leave for school.
When Clary was fourteen her mother had her big breakthrough as an artist and started travelling all over the world, leaving Clary home alone most of the time.
So, naturally, hormones started acting up and boom, gone was her virginity.
And, seeing they'd been fucking since they were fourteen, Jace got a front seat view of her maturing. Y'know... her figure, growing. Everytime something changed about her, it being her waist or her butt, he would fuck her senseless and repeat how beautiful and sexy she was.
But then, when she had given up all hopes of ever getting past her A-cups, her boobs made themselves known as late bloomers.
And bloom they did, oh Lordy.
It happened over the summer holiday, where she, as always, was home all alone. Jace, being the rich guy he is, went on vacation with his family.
When he came back, one week before school started, heh... She couldn't walk for two weeks straight. The first week, she was grounded to the bed, for two reasons, one being she couldn't walk because of sex, the other being sex. The second week, the week school would inevitably start, she was limping through the hallways.
As she limped to the table their group usually sat at, she met Jace's possessive, longing eyes. He was enjoying this, the bastard; he was enjoying knowing that he'd fucked her so hard she couldn't walk straight. And then she met Izzy's questioning eyes.
Clary plopped down next to Jace, him wrapping his arm around her.
''Did my little Red finally get laid?'' He asked, smirking. She glared at him.
Izzy raised her eyebrows, expecting an answer.
''No, I just... worked out a lot.'' Her voice came out in an annoyed grumble.
Izzy gave her a knowing look.
''Was he hot?''
Clary sighed dreamily. ''Oh, you have no idea. And the way he moved his hips, fuck.''
''And was he...'' Izzy raised an eyebrow, putting her fingers very close together, then expanding them, making the unspoken question clear.
''Eh, a little disappointing.''
She felt Jace stiffen and then heard a choking noice as milkshake sprayed over the table, straight out of Jace's mouth.
''You okay?'' Izzy asked, looking very confused.
''Eh—something in my throat.''
''Oookay... So, I was thinking...''
Clary groaned—felt Jace stiffen at her noise—and dropped her head into her arms.
''That's never good,'' She muttered.
''... Maybe we could throw a party? I'm thinking pool party.''
Now it was Jace's turn to feel Clary stiffen.
''Iz, I'm not comfortable with bikinis and stuff... You know that.''
''Oh, come on, Clary,'' Izzy put a loving hand on her arm, giving her an encouraging look, ''You need to be proud of your flat chest! Show it off! I can barely fit these babies in a dress.'' Iz complained, gesturing to her C-cups.
Another spray of milkshake. That boy would suck at sucking cock. Eh, wrong choice of words.
''What is it with you?!'' Izzy screeched, patting droplets of milkshake from her camo jacket.
''I'll just go cough it up in the bathroom.'' He said, his voice strangely cheery as he wiped the table with a paper tissue.
She felt his hand between her legs, disappearing under her skirt and giving her core a quick rub.
She knew what that meant, it was unspoken, hanging between them.
Janitor's closet.
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''I can't believe you haven't told or shown anyone yet.'' He mumbled as he sucked on her nipple.
''I—fuck—don't like my—shit, Jace—boobs!''
Jace happened to be incredibly turned on, but was taken aback as she said that.
''Well,'' he pulled his face away from her chest, revelling in her moan of protest, ''I happen to really like your boobs.'' He took them in his hands, massaging them gently.
A big plus for him—and her—was that her boobs were insanely sensitive, as well as pretty much giant.
''Why don't you like them?'' He questioned, pulling a serious face as he pulled the cups back up of her way too tiny strapless bra, rolling her way too big T-shirt back over her chest.
''Because I'm ashamed of them, everyone thinks I've got tiny boobs and that's sort of my branding, y'know.'' She looked down at her shoes, cheeks flaming, from both her arousal and shame.
Jace couldn't help but growl as he attacked her lips with his, tongues, teeth and lips crashing against each other.
''Never be ashamed of how you look Clary, if you ever doubt if you're sexy or beautiful or cute, you come straight to me and pull me into an empty room. I'll show you exactly what you are.''
He saw her knees buckle as her cheeks flamed, she reached her arms behind his neck to steady herself.
Just as he was about to kiss her and show her exactly how much he loved her boobs, her ass and her entire body, the bell rang.
''I will finish this when we get home.'' He growled.
And finish it he did.
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''Jace, truth or dare?''
Jace froze, opting for the safe way out. ''Truth.''
Kaelie smirked. ''Whose boobs are the biggest? Mine, Izzy's, Maia's or Aline's?''
Oh god, Clary was dreading this night already. She'd barely managed to get out of the pool party, which is why Izzy had forced her into a good ol' night of truth or dare.
Jace hesitated, confusion growing in his eyes. ''Only out of those options or the rest of the girls, too?''
Kaelie, giggled. ''Well, Clary and Maureen have A-cups, so they aren't really in on this.''
''Um, Clary's boobs are bigger than that.'' Needless to say Clary was a little annoyed at people talking about her boobs, as well as the eye rolls and disbelieving scoffs that went through the room at Jace's confession.
''Do you know how cupsizes work?'' Kaelie sounded like she was talking to a kid. ''Clary has A, so does Maureen. Maia has around B I think, Izzy is a C, Aline is a C, I'm a C. Whose are the biggest?'' She emphasized.
''Clary's.'' Jace emphasized right back at her.
Aline rolled her eyes. ''If you're going to lie, Jace, you might as well take an item of clothing off.'' She spoke in her obnoxious voice. Clary wanted to claw out her jugular.
''Fine.'' He grumbled, throwing his shirt off. ''My turn now.'' He immediately turned to Clary.
''Clary, truth or dare?''
She froze, staring at him incredulously. ''I-fuck. Dare.''
She was lost, might as well just dig her own grave if she was going to die.
''Take your shirt off.''
Clary shot him a cold glare, wanting to slice the smirk off his face.
She threw her shirt off, trying to cover her chest.
Everyone in the room froze, except for Jace.
''Clary!'' Izzy screeched.
All the girls were giving her incredulous eyes, while all the boys were giving her chest incredulous eyes.
''Can I pull my shirt back on?'' She muttered innocently.
''Nope.'' Magnus' eyes gleamed with an evil amusement.
''Fucking hell.'' Jace grumbled scooting over the Clary and pulling her onto his lap, covering her boobs with whatever he could.
''Jace!'' Izzy screeched once again. ''How did you know how big her boobs are?''
''I—''
''—Oh, Jesus Christ, we've been fucking! Hardcore, rough fucking! Happy now?!'' Clary shouted, pretty much losing it now as she stomped up the stairs and slamming the door to the guest room she usually slept in.
Jace immediately stood up, looking at everyone's shocked and knowing faces.
''Uh, yeah, what she said.'' He stuttered out before disappearing up the stairs after her.
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''Clary?'' He made sure to be cautious as he stepped into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him.
She was standing in front of the mirror, in only her panties.
He gulped.
''You know what?'' Her voice sounded strained. ''I hate too small bras!''
It seemed like she wanted to say more, stomp her foot and yell. And she did. And he let her.
''I hate too large shirts, I hate having to change seperately, I hate having to hide them, I hate hate hate hate it!''
She took a deep breath.
''And I fucking love my boobs.'' She grumbled, before she jumped him, pushing him onto the bed and letting him have his wicked way with her.
It wasn't long before all his clothes were off and he was pounding into her like no tomorrow.
She was squealing his name, scratching his back, he was groaning her name, holding her waist with bruising pressure to keep her from shoving further up the bed with each of his thrusts. He was staring at her bouncing boobs, sucking on her neck and whispering dirty things in her ear.
A distinct 'We can hear you!' sounded from downstairs.
They ignored it.
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A/N: This one's okay, I guess. I really need to get into writing again.
FUCK SHIT FUCK FUCK I JUST REALIZED I LITERALLY HAVE THE BIGGEST PILE OF HOMEWORK AND TWO TESTS AND IT'S ALMOST NINE IN THE EVENING FUCK ME
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Edit: kut means cunt lol. It's a common swear word in Dutch.
Let's try that again? I gave up on half of my homework, so yeah. Also, one of the tests was English and I think y'all know I don't really need to study for that, the other test was moved to next week.
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