Notes: Hey guys! This will be my first piece, and I hope you like it, you perverts! I will be doing A LOT more stories, hopefully, now that I'm in college! Not all my stories will be like this, but they will all include a little smut, so if you are under the age of 18, leave now. Trust me, you don't want to get involved in pornography at a young age. It ruins your mind, man! Eh, what the hell, kids, READ WITH CAUTION! If you won't listen to me, don't blame me for ruining your pretty little mind.

Before you go hating: This is purely for fun, and if you don't like the idea of smut on this sight, SCREW YOU. I have my own problems, I don't need to deal with yours, alright? Okay, enjoy!

Chapter 1

Clary laced her left shoelace together hastily, in a hurry to get to Simon's before he started without her. Because -Angel knows- if he did, she couldn't get him to stop long enough to switch the game to 2-player.

After all the hullabaloo of the Mortal War, things had settled down, and things had gotten better. She and Jace's relationship was slowly getting more serious; as was Simon and Isabelle's, and -of course- Alec and Magnus'.

Robert and Maryse didn't say anything about that, but you could tell by the looks of distaste and displeasure on their faces when the gay couple walked into a room. Neither of them seemed to have anything against Magnus, except for the fact that he had more than likely stole their son's virginity. And, as Robert had stated "turned him gay".

Her phone buzzed, just as she was sliding it in her pocket. She sighed, then glanced at the number, and her heart skipped. She pressed the "talk" button and held it to her ear. "Hey, you."

"Hey babe," Jace replied. "You think you can come over tonight?"

Clary sighed, "No, I wish I could, but Simon and I are going to play video games."

Jace laughed, "The mundane? Clary, you're choosing the mundane over me?"

"He's not a mundane anymore, Jace. He's a vampire, if you don't remember. Which, I'm pretty sure you do, because you gave him the ability to walk in daylight without being reduced to a pile of ashes and fangs. Making him cooler than you by default."

He gasped, "You can't mean that!"

She chuckled at his feigned hurt, "I do!"

"But Clary, Izzy's attempting to cook again tonight, and we need as many capable Shadowhunters as possible on hand when the Institute catches fire."

Rolling her eyes and bolting out the door, she replied, "As tempting as that is, no. Simon and I haven't had much time together for a while, and I need a break from the Institute. I've been there nonstop for the past two months." she paused then added, "Okay, the place has one perk."

"And that is?"

She smiled to herself, "You're there."

He growled, "God, Clary. You're killing me. I need to see you."

"I just saw you yesterday, though."

"I know, but that was just for training. I want to, you know, hang out, for once."

"Hang out?" she repeated, eyebrows raised. "We've never done that before…"

"Which is why I want to now!" he said pleadingly. "Come on, Clary… Please?"

She sighed in defeat, "Maybe after I leave Simon's."

"Yes! Thanks Clary!" He exclaimed.

"Sure thing, Jace." Her voice fell into a dreamy state. "See you later."

He responded with a simple, "bye" before hanging up.

"No! That's not possible! You cheated!" Simon screeched, throwing down the controller.

"No, I didn't!" Clary demanded defensively.

"No one's ever beat me before! Ever!"

"By 'no one' I assume you mean Eric and Rebecca?"

He frowned, "Yes."

She laughed, and glanced at the clock on her phone. "Shit," she muttered.

"What's wrong?" Simon asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I promised Jace I'd stop by after I left here," she sighed. "I guess I'll have to wait till tomorrow."

"It's not that late," he said, turning off the console. "You can go."

She raised his eyebrows at him, "What? I thought you hate Jace."

He shrugged, "I do, but you don't."

"What's going on?"

Shaking his head, he sighed, "Izzy's coming over."

"Oh," she breathed in surprise. "I- didn't think you two were serious…"

"Uhm," he scratched the back of his neck. "We've been planning this for a while."

"Okay… I guess I should go, then…"

He nodded, "Yeah."

She got up to leave, but turned in the doorway, "Hey Si?"

He looked up, "Yeah?"

She grinned, "Use protection."

Then she left, laughing, but not before catching the blush prominent on his face.

Isabelle smiled at her own reflection. Simon's pants and eyes were going to explode when he saw her. Being Isabelle, she had one of the biggest collections of "give your guy a hard-on" wardrobes on the planet.

She frowned, and tucked her long hair behind her shoulders, giving herself a once-over. The outfit was downright sexy, with a tight, long sleeved black top that complimented her curves and her boobs that were barely concealed, and a super short dark skirt that made her ass look perfect. But she couldn't figure out what to do with her freaking hair! She'd spent her entire half-hour shower mentally conflicting every hair style she thought of.

Think, Iz, she thought, starting to pace. What will make his pants get even tighter when he sees you?

The sound of the front door opening startled her to the point she bumped into the dresser. That's weird. No one was supposed to be coming over. Her parents had left the other day to do some work for the Clave, and no one else…

Jace, she thought. He was probably having Clary over, the bastard. She grinned. Looked like she wasn't the only one getting some tonight.

She sighed, and resorted to pulling her hair up into a ponytail. Didn't want it getting in the way. When she made it to the elevator, she heard it starting to come up, and leaned against the wall, pulling her trench coat closer around her. It arrived, and Clary stepped off. She stopped in the threshold when she saw the other girl, heat flooding to her cheeks. "Isabelle!" she exclaimed. "I-I didn't know you were here!"

Izzy smirked, "I won't be for long. I was just heading out."

"Oh, um," Clary averted her gaze. "Okay. Have fun with Simon."

Izzy shook her head. Of course Simon told Clary…

"Bye," Clary mumbled, and turned to leave, but stopped. "I just saw Alec. He said he was going over to Magnus' for the night."

"Thanks," she replied, and smiled. "Be safe, and have fun with Jace, Clary."

She blushed again, "How did you know what we are doing?"

Iz shrugged, "I didn't, but now I know for sure."

Clary sighed, and sprinted out the door.

The New York air was chilly, and Isabelle almost regretted wearing the insanely short skirt under only her coat, especially when she bent over to get in the cab and felt a chilly breeze -and the eyes of a perverted bystander- on her ass. Almost; the look on Simon's face would be worth it. She paid the cab driver, and stepped back out onto the pavement in front of his house. Her breath made puffs of steam every time she exhaled, and her heels clicked on the sidewalk.

She climbed the front steps, and, mustering all her courage, knocked on the door.

Never, not once in her life, had she been this scared over something as simple as sleeping with a guy. Maybe it was the fact that this was his first time, and that she'd more than likely have to lead. Or maybe it was the fact that she liked him so much.

He opened the door, an impish grin on his face as he leaned against the doorframe. "Can I help you?"

She sighed, and stepped closer to him, tapping her chin with her finger. "Hmm, maybe. But I came to help you with something."

He analyzed her expression. "And that would be…?"

She put a hand on his chest, pushing him inside, rubbing her breasts against his ribs, and shutting the door. Nervously, but boldly, she reached down, and traced her fingers over the seam in his pants. Damn, he isn't hard yet.

His breath hitched in his throat, and he kept his eyes on her face, even as she rubbed her whole palm against him through his jeans.

"Maybe something in here?" she suggested, seductively nibbling on his ear.

He shivered, "Really?"

She laughed, "Mmmhmm." She glanced down and frowned. "But, it doesn't look like I have much to work with, just yet."

He swallowed, and grabbed the hand that was still on his chest, pulling her up the stairs and into his room. She shut the door behind them, and gasped when his body pressed hers into the door, lips attaching to hers. But she didn't complain. Well, unless you count shoving her tongue down his throat complaining.

To her dismay, and pleasure, he ground his hips slowly against hers, letting her feel his slightly growing excitement. She pulled back and looked him in the eye, grinning. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" He blushed, and made a surprised moan when she used his shoulders for leverage to wrap her long legs around his torso. "That's better. Now, tell me how this feels." She moved against him, rubbing their concealed crotches together.

"Ungh!" he grunted, and turned to move towards the bed. "I-it feels good. Hmm."

She giggled as he plopped back on the bed, settling her on his lap. "No," she told him as he began to move her against him. "No lap dances. Not yet, at least."

He gulped, but nodded as she got up.

"Are you ever going to say anything?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips, purposefully stalling.

"I- maybe, but-" his voice cracked, and she laughed, turning her back towards him.

She undid the tie on her jacket, and let it fall to the ground. She heard him take in a shaky breath. Turning back to him, she watched both his eyes and his bulge grow larger at the sight of her chest. Innocently, she looked down at herself, then back up. "What?"

"You look- you are," he cocked his head to the side in disbelief. "Hot."

She laughed, "Are you just noticing that?"

He shook his head, "No. You're just emphasizing it."

She smiled, and bent down to take off her shoes, giving him a clear view of her cleavage.

"I-Izzy? Can you hurry up, please?"


"B-because…" Simon swallowed again. "I'm ready."

She nodded, and deftly yanked her shirt from her body, revealing the black lacy bra that also barely concealed her nipples.

Without warning, he fell back on the bed, breathing heavily.

"Simon?" Izzy asked, patting his knee and throwing her shirt somewhere. "Are you alright?"

He nodded, "Yeah, but if you keep doing that, I might not even make it out of my pants."

"Should I go slower?" she asked, placing her other hand on his other knee, and crouching before him.

"N-no!" he said, sitting up again, and gaping at her new position. "J-just do whatever you want."

"Good," she said with a smile, and pushed his knees apart. She leaned forward, and lifted his shirt over his head, too. He met her lips half way, but she pulled back, and trailed kisses down his torso, torturously slow and close to his waistband. Her hand grazed his erection, and he whimpered. "Because, do you know what I want?"

He simply shook his head, watching her hand as it moved to his zipper.

Her hand slipped between his boxers and his jeans, "I want this."

He let out a strangled cry when she palmed him through the softness of his boxers. He felt surprisingly large for a guy with such a skinny frame. Keeping her eyes on his, she slid his jeans down his knees, followed by his underwear. When she straightened after chucking his clothes to the same corner as hers, she froze, letting out a guttural moan.

He was long (maybe seven inches) and narrow, but she could tell he wasn't at his full length. And she wanted him to be. So bad. She spread his legs again with her hands, and purposefully rubbed her breasts against him when she leaned up to kiss him firmly on the mouth. He tried to deepen it, by reflex, but she pulled away, laughing. The hot air she produced danced across his tip and he shuddered. Her eyes never left his, and her hands never left his thighs as she flicked her tongue across his leaking tip.

"Gahh!" he exclaimed, digging his fingers into the fabric of his comforter to keep himself from grabbing Izzy and pulling her down on him. She smiled, and slid her tongue across the underside of his shaft slowly before kissing his head. "I-Izzy!"

Isabelle leaned forward, and took him into her mouth.

He lost his grip on the comforter, leaving all of his control with it, and grabbed the band in her hair to pull it out. She shuddered around him as her hair fell back around her in a wave of black silk. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling it into his fist, and pulling it, eliciting a moan and a shiver from her.

She took him deeper, all the way until she felt him hitting the back of her throat, and she was suddenly thankful for the lack of a gag reflex from eating her own food. Moaning, Simon's head fell back, and his hands gently encouraged her to move. So she did.

Starting slowly, she bobbed her head up and down, coating him in saliva more than sucking him, but still giving him pleasure with her wet warmth. When she was positive she wouldn't hurt him, she closed her lips around him, and went faster.

He gasped, "My word, Izzy!"

She was positive he wasn't meaning to, but he started bucking his hips up to meet her mouth. She hummed around him, and he let out a cry from behind a bitten lip. Reaching her hand up to make him look at her, she sucked lightly, moving her other hand to his hips to still them.

His eyes widened, and she felt him starting to quiver in her mouth, so she pulled back, gently squeezing to prevent him from going off just yet. She wasn't done yet.

Izzy leaned up to kiss him, and he drew back with a scowl on his face. Oops, she'd forgotten about that.

"Oh gosh… Iz… what the fuck is that?" He asked quietly, watching her carefully as he wiped his tongue against his hand.

She smiled slightly, "Sorry, baby. I didn't mean for you to taste yourself."

He slowly nodded, reaching out to make her stand before her again. "It wasn't actually that bad." A slow, mischievous smile spread across his face as he hooked his hands around her hips, fingers barely brushing her ass as he pulled her so that his face was inches from her chest. "It kind of turned me on, even more."

She giggled, and pulled away before he could kiss her, or even touch her boobs. She wanted everything to be perfect.

Simon watched in disbelief as Izzy took a small step away, before she clutched his shoulders and pushed him back against the duvet. She straddled him slowly, but kept all her weight on her knees.

"Simon?" she asked, her innocent voice husky with the lust reflected in her blue eyes.

"Yes, Isabelle?" He replied, clenching his fists into balls so we wouldn't touch her and ruin the plan she obviously had laid out for him.

"Can you… help me with something?"

"I thought you said you came here to help me," he said, glad that he had enough courage for his voice to stop shaking.

She shrugged, "Return the help?"

He nodded, "Okay."

Izzy sat back on his thighs and pointed down. At her skirt that was drawn up past her thighs.

His breath caught, but he reached out and undid the zipper on her side, and the fabric fell away, revealing even more creamy skin… and a white lace thong.

Simon's moan became audible, and she smiled down at him. "You like this, baby?" She leaned forward with her palms on his chest, rubbing her breasts together with her elbows. "Do you want to touch me?"

His perfect vision faltered, and he faintly felt himself nodding. His hands moved on their own accord as they slid from her thighs, to her hips, to her waist, ribs, and finally caressing the outsides of her glorious breasts. With his new found boldness, his fingers unlatched her bra, and she let it fall to his own chest.

He didn't make a move to remove it from his body. In fact, he didn't move at all. His eyes were trained on the most beautiful sight that was sitting atop him.

Isabelle brushed her bra out of the way, and leaned down to kiss his neck as her hands found his limp wrists. "Please, touch me, Simon." She begged breathlessly.

Her hands moved his to her chest, and he instinctively clutched her boobs. He moaned at the weight off them in his hands, as she did in pleasure against his neck. His fingers tweaked her nipples, and she gasped at his ear, clutching his dark hair in between her fingers.

"Does that feel good, Isabelle?" he asked, his voice taking on an unfamiliar deep tone.

"Y-yes," she said, her tongue darting out to lick the sensitive skin below his ear.

"Do you want me to do more?"

Her answer was a moan that he elicited from her by pinching her nipples.

"What do you want me to do?"

Now, she sat up, and gazed downward. He lost his reserve when he saw that the only thing separating them was her thin underwear. His hands tore away the fabric with lightning fast speed, making her gasp and lean back down to kiss him, full-tongued.

"Damn, that was sexy," she whispered against his lips.

"I'd do it again, but now, you're completely naked." He pushed her back. "Let me look at you Izzy."

She turned around, still straddling him, so that he could see her glorious ass. Naked ass. And her beautiful pink pussy… that was dripping.

"Oh. My. Fucking. Goodness." he muttered, tenderly reaching out a hand to cup her ass cheek in his palm. "Isabelle? Are you really this wet for me?" His other hand came up, and brushed her entrance, and she bucked against him.

A shaky chuckle sounded through the room, "Yes. Simon? Are you really this hard?" She took him in her hand again.

"Hell. Yes." he replied.

Then he shoved two pale fingers inside her.

Isabelle gasped, and it turned quickly into a moan. "Simon!" she hissed. That was not part of her plan.

He wiggled his fingers inside her, his thumb brushing against her clit. "Returning the help."

"Ohhhh, By The Angel!" she exclaimed, involuntarily leaning into his slowly moving thrusts. "Simon, stop it!"

He stopped moving his hand, "Why? Do you not like it?" Disappointment was coating his words.

"No, Angel, I love it."

"Then why do you want me to stop?" He thrust his fingers deeper on the last word.

She held herself up on shaking arms, trying to convince herself this was not what she wanted. "I- don't." His fingers picked up pace, and she cried out. After clamping a hand over her mouth, she added, "This wasn't a part of my plan."

He stopped moving again, but she really didn't want him to. "Plan?"

"Yes. I came over here so I could make you feel good. Not the opposite."

"Izzy, sex is usually a two-way thing, you know," he said gently, curling his fingers in and twisting them, trying to give her a better angle. "By pleasuring you, you're pleasuring me."

After a moment, she nodded, "Alright… go ahead."

Simon smiled, but removed his fingers. Instead, he gripped her hips and pulled her closer to his face. She gasped, falling against him, her nose brushing his thigh as he pulled her even closer.

"You dirty dog," she muttered, but took him in her mouth as he smiled before kissing her ass… literally.

The next three things that happened changed the pace of their get-together.

First, his fingers pushed her thighs apart, and his tongue attached to her clit.

Then Simon's fingers moved back, and plunged deep inside her again.

Finally she cried out in pleasure around his cock, the vibrations spreading through every fiber of his being.

His tongue swirled around her clit as his fingers pumped into her at a rapid pace. He felt her pull away from him, her hand taking its place. "Simon. Oh, By The Fucking Angel. Please, stop, I'm going to cum!"

"Go ahead, baby," he pleaded, flicking her clit with his tongue and letting his fingers speed up to a near inhuman speed.

She gasped and cried out, her hand stilling. But he didn't care. All he wanted to do was make her go over the edge.

And when she did, her shrill scream of ecstasy that echoed through the entire neighborhood nearly made him cum, too.

When she stopped clenching around his fingers, he removed them, and lapped up all her juices. He preferred blood, and had to live off of it, be he had to admit, the taste of her cum nearly made him bite into her, knowing her blood would be just as good. But he didn't, because he loved her, and now she knew it.

She had collapsed against him, so he wiggled out from underneath her limp body, and flipped around so they were face-to-face, with him on top of her.

Her eyes were wide, but clouded over with pleasure, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her hands now clawing against his chest, mumbling incoherently.

"Isabelle?" he asked, now worried for her well-being.

"Give me a moment," she whispered. If he wasn't a vampire, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

After a few minutes, she recovered, and when she seemed well enough to speak, he asked, "Was that alright?"

His first reply was a hard slap across his cheek, and the second was a heated kiss an instant later. She pushed him away, and gave him her final answer, "Simon Lewis! You ruined my plans!"

He chuckled, "You didn't really seem to mind that much."

She sighed, running her fingers through his hair, "No, I didn't." She kissed him again, hooking a long leg around his waist to lift herself up against him. "Damn, kid. Where did you learn how to do that?"

"Instincts?" he guessed. He actually didn't know.

She rolled her eyes, then swore suddenly. "Shit."

"What, what's wrong?"

"You didn't cum!" she exclaimed, reaching for his still-rock-hard member. "Shit, I'm sorry. I completely forgot."

He leaned down to kiss her again, making her relax against the bed. "I'm glad I can have that effect on you."

She scowled.

"What?" he asked impatiently.

"You. Didn't. Cum."

"Yeah, so?"

"So?" she asked in disbelief, her hand that wasn't stroking him raked her nails against his back. "You have to! What do I have to do? Tell me what I have to do, Simon!"

"Well…" he looked down at her chest that was no longer harshly moving. "I kind of want to feel what your pussy feels like around my cock."

She gasped, her hand faltering, but replied strongly, "I think that can be arranged."

She threw her other leg around his other side, locking her ankles against his ass, and settling him at her entrance.

"Whoa, Izzy, are you sure?" he asked, holding himself up with his arms to look her straight in the eye.


Then, using her legs, she shoved him into her, all the way up to the hilt.

They let out matching gasps that turned into moans as he pulled all the way out, only to pound back into her. Hard.

"Simon!" Isabelle screeched, her hands flying above her head to grasp the slats of his bed frame. "By The Angel, you're so big."

He smiled, picking up the pace with enough force to make her breasts bounce with his thrusts. "Mmm, you're so tight!"

He lowered his mouth to her nipple, kissing it lightly before using his tongue to make her shiver.

Every time he advanced, she swore. Every time he retreated, she gasped or moaned in pleasure. He was getting surprisingly close to cumming, and accidentally bit down on her nipple, making her cry out in pain and ecstasy. Luckily, his fangs hadn't made an appearance yet. His other hand fondled the other nipple, and he switched so that he was sucking that one and rubbing the other.

Now, his pace picked up even more, and he was no longer human in any way. From the feral sounds escaping his mouth, to the speed of his thrusts, and level of barely painful pleasure he was putting Izzy in all were due to his vampirism. Of all the other times he hated being a vampire -like when he bit Maureen, or when he was kidnapped by Valentine- now was one time he was loving it. And Izzy was, too.

Isabelle had never had anyone pound into her to hard or fast before. Simon's ability to make her forget how to make intelligible sentences astounded her. Her breath was coming in pants and gasps, and she couldn't even rise up fast enough to meet his thrusts, so she just laid there, letting her entire mind be blown.

His hips were moving so fast, they were nearly invisible, but she wasn't really looking at them. Instead, she was staring into the lustful blackness of his eyes. It was like he was a completely different person, but in a good way. Without his glasses, there was no barrier between her eyes and his, hiding no emotion or though that crossed either of their minds.

By the grunts and moans he was producing, she knew he was close to going over the edge, and she was too, but she had no idea how to hold it off. She was living solely on the intenseness of the moment, of his stare, of his thrusts. They were all quickly pushing her to where she didn't want to go yet.

Her entire body felt like Jell-O, even more considering her legs were still around him, moving with his fast pace, sending multiple shockwaves through all her nerves. She knew she wasn't going to be able to walk back to the Institute after this.

"Isabelle!" He shouted.

"Simon!" she gasped.

She tried to hold it back, but that only made her cum harder when she did. At the same time he did. They both let out the loudest cries as they both had their hardest orgasms ever.

When they had both stopped convulsing, he pulled out of her, but didn't make a move to get off her. Not that she minded. The room filled with the smell of sex as they both winded down.

If she had to guess, it took them both five minutes to go back to normal.

Simon reached up to push a lock of hair out of her eyes, his breath sending shivers across her skin. "You should know something," he said softly.


He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, "You're my first."

She gasped, "What! Really? But, what about-"

"Clary? Gross, no," he chuckled and she smiled back in relief, then she hit him upside the head with the heel of her hand. "Ow! What was that for?"

"For not telling me, you jerk!" She shouted.

"Hey, hey, calm down, alright?"

"No, I won't!" she protested. "What if I was the virgin, not you? What would've you liked me to do?"

"Tell me, but that's different," he argued. "If it was you, A- I'd be able to tell. And B- there would've been a risk there. I could've hurt you. You didn't hurt me."

She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off by shoving his tongue in her mouth. She sighed against his lips, moving her hands to his hair and bunching her knees together at his side to pull him closer, and probably stop the liquids from flowing from her freely.

After a few minutes of slow kissing, she pulled back enough to rest her forehead on his, sighing. "I feel sorry for girls who don't have sexy vampire boyfriends."

He chuckled, cradling her cheek in his hand, "And I feel sorry for guys who don't have hot, tight, sexy, beautiful, breathtaking, demon-hunting girlfriends with whips."

She laughed, and kissed him again.

Hope you liked Chapter One, because I'm uploading Chapter Two tomorrow! I'm trying to write like it would happen, you know? Just for this story at least, but in other's too. I'd like you guys to feel like this is just an extension of Cassandra Clare's TMI series, and if you did, LEAVE A NICE LITTLE REVIEW BELOW, DUDES!

I totally had to go back and re-write some of their lines in this chapter, because when I was checking it, I remembered that A-Izzy says "by the angel" and Simon can't say "Oh my god" so... it's fixed now!

Question: Did you like Izzy's being a total bad ass, but loving bitch? Because that's who she is in my mind when I read the books.