#Jonathan levy x ofc

[athenaderiva]

Not Afraid Anymore

Jonathan Levy x OFC

My first smut I’m posting! Jonathan taking Clary’s virginity. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word count - 1800 ish

It happened after two bottles of wine-mostly drunk by Clary. The soft buzz helped her feel more confident, one hand on Jonathan’s chest and the other on his thigh. Even just having his skin under her fingers was enough for her breathing to become uneven.

She stared up at Jonathan, wetting her lips with her tongue. She couldn’t stop thinking about how gorgeous he was, the dim light illuminating the grey streaks in his dark hair and beard. She sighed, tracing her fingers along Jonathan’s chest. He smiled down at her and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“Do you want to go to bed?” He whispered and she sighed, turning her head to press kisses to his neck and collarbones. “Are you okay?” He asked, pulling her up slightly so she could look him in the eyes. “Honey?”

“I want you to fuck me.” He choked as he insulted, sputtering for breath for a moment before managing to collect himself.

“I thought you weren’t ready?” He mumbled, wrapping his fingers around her jaw. “I need you to be sure before we do anything. And you gotta know you can ask me to stop at anytime and I will.” He rushed out in a single breath, adjusting his glasses. Clary nodded, all but pouncing into his lips and smashing her lips to his. He groaned, the hand on her jaw snaking around to wrap into her hair as the other settled on her waist. No matter how many times they had kissed it felt like butterflies swarmed her stomach. His hand slipped under her t-shirt - one she had stolen from him - and his touch burned her skin, branding her with his fingerprints. He squeezed and her mouth fell open, inviting his tongue into her mouth. He stood up, wrapping his hands under her thighs to keep her attached to him, her hands wandering, tugging on his hair. Her kisses trailed from his mouth to his cheeks as he carried her up the stairs. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he squeezed her thighs and he wondered what it would feel like for them to drag down his back.

“Jonathan.” Clary whined as he got to his room after what felt like an eternity walking down the hallway. He chuckled, shutting the door with his foot and placing her gently on his golden sheets.

“Do you still want this?” His voice was thick with lust and Clary nodded, pulling her shirt off. His eyes widened at the sight of her, climbing onto the bed and hovering over her. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Fuck, I was crazy not to see that you were right there all this time.” He mumbled, and Clary was sure she wasn’t supposed to hear him. He placed his glasses on the bedside table before attaching his lips to her neck, determined to take his time with her. A moan fell from her lips and he swore it was the best find he ever heard. “We need to try to be quiet, sweetheart, okay?” He whispered against her skin and she moved, desperate for him to keep touching her. His hands finally came to cup her breasts, palming them through her bra before he tugged it out of the way, relishing in her quiet whimpers that came with every touch. She watched him through heavy eyes. His lips moved down, attaching to each piece of skin he brushed against. She reached for him, tugging at his shirt and he happily obliged. Her nails traced over his chest and stomach, like she was trying to memorise every inch of him. Clary tugged her lower lip into her mouth in a poor attempt to stay quiet as his lips attached to her nipple. Her fingers weaved into his hair, tugging and he groaned.

“Jonathan, please.” Clary had no idea what she was begging for. She just knew she needed more of him. He chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips before sitting back on his heels and admiring the plethora of marks he’d left across her skin. “Jona-“ he cut her off quickly, placing his hand over her mouth. Her doe eyes burned into his and he flipped her skirt up. He licked his lips at the sight of her soaked through panties.

“You’re so fucking wet already, sweetheart. Is that all for me?” He asked, his voice lower than Clary had ever heard him and she nodded. He groaned, both hands coming to rest on her hips as he moved further down the bed and pressed his nose right against her core, inhaling. Just the smell of her made him feel like he could cum in his pants like a fucking teenager. She whined, her hips bucking against his face in a silent beg for him to just fucking touch her already. He chuckled, pulling her panties down as slowly as he had patience for before he dove in. He licked at her folds like he was trying to collect all of her slick, one hand moving to press his thumb against her clit. Her cunt clenched around nothing as he worked her up, alternating between long stripes and kitten licks. Clary could swear she saw stars, her thighs shaking around his head. She bit her lip hard to stay quiet, a metallic taste filling her mouth when he sucked her clit. Her hips arched off the bed, his laughter vibrating across her pussy and she slapped a hand over her mouth in time to stifle a moan. “That’s it honey, stay nice and quiet for me. Fuck, you’re so pretty.” His fingers replaced his tongue, two of them disappearing with ease. Clary could see her slick in his beard and she moaned into her hand, grinding down shamelessly against his fingers as a coil tightened inside her stomach. He leaned down in time to kiss her as she came on his fingers, swallowing her moans. The taste of her arousal on his tongue drove her feral, desperate for anything he would give her. Her blood in his mouth had a similar effect but he swallowed it down. “We can stop now, if you want, sweetheart.” He whispered, the smell of sweat and sex heavy in the air. Clary shook her head.

“I need you to fuck me, Jonathan.” She whimpered and he smiled, pressing one more kiss to her forehead.

“Turn over.” He murmured. She immediately did what she was told, managing to rest on her shaking legs so that her ass was in the air. She turned her head to the side, watching him as he tugged his jeans and boxers down. He almost moaned in relief as his cock sprang free, almost painfully hard. He licked his hand, wrapping it around his dick. He rubbed the tip against her cunt, spreading her wetness around him before pushing in slowly. Clary’s eyes widened at the stretch and she buried her face in the pillow to muffle herself. He leaned over her as he pushed in inch by inch, allowing her time to adjust to each new intrusion. “Fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” He hissed, biting her shoulder to muffle his groans. He stilled inside of her, waiting for her to let him know she was okay. It didn’t take long. She whimpered and pushed back against him. He grinned, kissing over the bite mark before he began to move his hips, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. Clary knew she’d never felt so full, her fingers and toys feeling nothing like this. She mewled at the feeling as he began to pick up the pace. She looked over her shoulder as he picked his body up. His curls were pointing in every direction and he was watching where their bodies connected with focus that she’d never seen. The burn that came with the stretch to accommodate him was one of the most delicious things she had ever felt. The tip of his dick brushed against something inside her and her eyes rolled back in her head as a loud moan fell from her lips. “Shh, shh, shh, there’s a good girl,” he murmured. Her cunt clenched around him at ‘good girl’ and he snarled, fucking into her harder and pushing her head into the pillows. She bit into the material as his death grip on her hips got tighter, her legs shaking and she was sure that if he wasn’t holding her up she would’ve collapsed. “I know you can cum again for me honey, just one more.” He mumbled, spreading her legs wider and fucking impossibly deeper into her. Each time her cunt spasmed around his cock, they both swore they must be in heaven. “Rub your clit for me,” he begged, his voice cracking and Clary moved to obey faster than she’d ever moved in her life. Her fingertips were too soft after feeling Jonathan’s rough, calloused pads. His hands left her hips. One wrapped into her hair, pulling her up till her body was flush to his. The other covered her mouth as she cried out, his beard scratching against her neck as he sucked on her pulse point. “Cum for me, sweetheart, please.” It was all too much and Clary could’ve sworn she blacked out as she came, squeezing Jonathan’s cock so tight he forgot how to breathe and his thrusts faltered. “Where do you - fuck - want me to cum?” He managed to stammer in between broken gasps.

“Don’t you dare pull out.” Clary mumbled and Jonathan growled, pushing their bodies down against the sheets as he came. She could feel him twitching inside her as he panted for breath, sweat dripping off both of them. He pressed gentle kisses against her skin, the taste of salt dancing on his tongue. He slowly pulled out, sitting back to watch as his spend leaked from her sore cunt. “Jonathan?” She whispered.

“I’m just getting a cloth for you, okay sweetheart? We gotta get clean.” He eased her to lie on her back, kissing her forehead before going to the bathroom. He ran a cloth under the hot tap, making sure the water was warm. Clary was still trying to even out her breathing when he returned, her legs still shaking occasionally as he cleaned her up and then himself. He tossed the cloth back to the bathroom, wrapping his arms around her. “You did so good. How do you feel?” He whispered against her forehead.

“Good. I feel good. I think I met God.” Clary mumbled, her eyes still hazy. “Why the fuck did I wait so long for this?” Jonathan chuckled, his chest reverberating against her.

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Guys, where do you find good fanfics? ;-;

I can't find any for a while. Maybe I can't search... Maybe it's because ai is popular now? (not that I don't use it, but I definitely suck at writing human interactions)

Please feed me with Oscar Isaac things ;-; I'm almost over a terrible internship for my university degree and I feel drained from my whole life essence

[athenaderiva]

Art Deco

Jonathan Levy x OFC

Word count - 500 ish

Fluff, lil bit of angst, suggestive ending.

Clary stared at Jonathan as he paced around his kitchen. She sat quietly at his table, just watching him. A muscle in his neck twitched as he stopped to look again at the letter that had started his tension. He all but snarled, finally picking it up and slamming it down in front of Clary. And he began to pace again.

Mr. Jonathan Levy.

Your presence is requested in court on the 12th January as Miss M. Phillips is contesting the custody decision made in court last year.

She didn’t read the rest of the letter, standing in front of him and resting her hand on his arm. He immediately stood still, his gaze burning holes in her.

“It’s going to be okay.” Clary murmured, wrapping her arms around him. “It’s going to be okay.”

“You don’t fucking know that.” He snapped and Clary raised her eyebrow, leaning away from him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I just don’t know how you’re so sure.”

“You were awarded sole custody for a reason, Jonathan. Nothing has changed. If anything, the home is even more stable for Ava now that I’ve moved in and you can add my paychecks to her support.” Clary said, guiding him to sit down where she had been sat. She bustled around the kitchen as he read the letter for the hundredth time. He jumped when she placed a cup of tea in front of him and she sat down beside him, a glass of water in her hand. “Lets not look at this right now, okay? The court date isn’t for a month, we have plenty of time.”

Jonathan ignored the cup she had put in front of him, bringing her hand to his mouth and pressing gentle kisses all across the skin, standing as he moved his lips to her wrist, sucking gently on her pulse before moving on. His lips traced up her arm, across her shoulder, up her neck, along her jaw, eventually capturing the corner of her lips.

“Jonathan…” Clary whispered, half-lidded eyes meeting his blown out pupils.

“Please. Please. I need you.” He begged against her skin, his curls brushing against her ear and making her giggle. “Please.”

She gave in. She stood from her chair with her water in one hand and his fingers wrapped around her other wrist, leading him up the stairs, past Ava’s room, past Jonathan’s office, past her writing nook. He groaned at the sight of her in front of him, reaching to take his glasses off as soon as she closed the door to their room.

“Why are you so good to me?” He whispered against her skin as he unbuttoned her shirt. “You’re so perfect. You could have had anyone all this time.”

“Jonathan.” Clary whined, his hands deftly turning her words into whimpers and sighs. “I love you.”

“Say it again.”

[athenaderiva]

Pathological People Pleaser / Cinnamon Girl

Jonathan Levy x OFC

Word count: 900ish

Flufffffffff

Ava’s sick.

Less than an hour later, Clary was knocking on Jonathan’s door, a brown bag in her hand. He opened it and stared at her in shock. She smiled, pushing past him before he could say anything.

“What are you doing here?” He whispered as he caught up to her in the kitchen. She hummed as she unpacked onto the counter. Cough medicine, soup ingredients, honey and tea, disney movies on DVD, fairy lights, a first edition of Ava’s favourite book. “You came here to help look after her?”

“I’ve always loved her, Jonathan. And I know you’re stressed. Let me help you out, I’ve got a few days off work anyway.” She said with a shrug, smiling at him so sweetly he could’ve sworn she was sent from Shamayim. Her hand came to rest on his arm and the clock stopped ticking, everything around him came to a standstill.

“I think you’re an angel.” He mumbled in a daze. He shook his head to snap his thoughts away and cleared his throat. “Thank you. She’s really not herself, keeps crying and she’s barely sleeping. I think she has a fever.” Clary nodded, moving around his kitchen as though it was her own. She worked quickly, making a cup of green tea with a more than generous amount of honey in it and cooking up a small bowl of chicken soup.

“Upstairs?” Jonathan shook his head, taking the cup and holding Clary’s hand. He led her through to the living room to where Ava was curled up under a blanket, the TV playing some sitcom in the background. “Hey there babygirl.” Clary said, sitting down at the edge of the sofa with the bowl of soup. “D’you think you can try to eat a little bit of this for me?” She asked, letting go of Jonathan to touch Ava’s cheek. She was warm, but not burning up. Jonathan smiled as Ava perked up a little, sitting up enough to take the bowl.

“Clary?” She mumbled and Clary smiled, brushing the hair out of Ava’s face.

“Yeah, I’m here, honey. I brought you some of your old favourite films! D’you think you can watch one?” Clary asked, her voice softer than Jonathan had ever heard it. Ava nodded, coughing slightly with the movement. Jonathan walked back to the kitchen to pick up the films, running his hand through his hair. Clary helped Ava sit the rest of the way up so she could eat the soup, holding the cup of tea for her so she wouldn’t have to reach for it. Jonathan stared at them for a moment before coming to put one of the films on, his heart pounding at the sight of Clary taking care of Ava as if she was her own daughter. He pushed his glasses back into place before sitting down with them, throwing his arm around Clary’s shoulders without thinking as the movie started. Ava was entranced by the screen, as if it was the first time she had seen the film. Jonathan was watching Clary instead. His eyes followed every small movement of her hands, the way she helped Ava drink the tea, the way she brushed the hair out of Ava’s eyes, the way she adjusted the blanket to keep her warm.

“You’re so good with her,” he whispered as Ava fell asleep with her head in Clary’s lap.

“She’s a good kid, makes it easy to want to look after her.” She replied with a shrug. “Plus I know you can’t always take time off and might appreciate the help.”

“She loves you, you know?” He murmured, taking his glasses off and turning the TV down so it wouldn’t wake her up. Clary smiled at that, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“She’s very sweet.” Jonathan smiled, leaning forward and kissing Clary’s cheek. “What’s that for?”

“Being so amazing.”

Three days passed like that. Ava got better quickly with Clary looking after her. Mira visited for an hour but left quickly when she saw Jonathan with his arm around Clary, despite Ava begging her to stay to watch a film with her. So Clary watched three of her favourites, singing the songs with her to help lull her to sleep.

And now Clary had the same damn illness.

Jonathan didn’t let her go home. All but begged her to stay so he could help her, since she only got sick because of how much she cared about his daughter. Clary still hadn’t quite figured out how to say no to him, so she had temporarily moved into his bed. Ava was eager to help, bringing her a cup of tea every couple of hours and reading a book to her.

Jonathan tried to make her some soup and nearly burned the kitchen down, resulting in Clary laughing to the point she had a coughing fit. He looked affronted but she knew he wasn’t upset from the way he held her that night, her head on his chest and his arms around her as she tried to catch her breath just from walking down the hall.

No matter how much he wanted to, Clary wouldn’t let him kiss her. Not until she was better. And when the moment came that she didn’t have a fever, Jonathan lavished her with kisses, whenever her got the chance - much to Ava’s embarrassment. As much as she pretended to be disgusted, she was happy for her dad. Before Clary had become a permanent fixture in their lives, she had never seen her dad so happy.

[athenaderiva]

Touchstarved / From the Dining Table

Jonathan Levy x OFC

Hurt/Fluff.

Word count: around 900

Clary sighed, staring out the attic window. Her best friend had finally convinced his separated wife to sign divorce papers, but he felt further from her than ever.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

The only name that had ever felt right to hang from her lips. It had broken her heart when he fell so hard for Mira, but she never said anything to him. How could she have? She just needed him to be happy, even if it left her to the side, left her pushed out of the pictures, left her on her own.

Mira had never liked her, anyway. Didn’t like the inside jokes she had with Jonathan, so she’d barely seen him since they got married, even less so when Ava called her ‘mama’ as a baby.

But then she learned that they were finally divorced. Not that it seemed to have changed anything. The rain pouring outside her house looked the same as it did before. And he was still barely speaking to her. Each text she had sent to him that went unreplied felt like a brand new knife in her heart. She was still alone. And she still missed her best friend.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

It felt like her heart pulsed to the sound of his name. She looked down at her phone but still nothing. She put it down on her desk and left the attic for the first time in seventeen hours, her finished manuscript waiting to be sent to an editor. Jonathan had promised to read it first, but Clary supposed it was just empty words, after all this time. The pain was good, she told herself. It meant she wrote something real. Something that could be published.

She padded quietly through the empty house. It felt too big, still standing empty aside from her after all this time. When she bought it, she had thought she could move on from Jonathan, get married, and have a family. She had thought that something would snap and she would be okay.

But her feelings never changed.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

His name fell from her lips like a damn prayer every night. She never let anyone else even try to date her, nothing could ever feel the same as the way even a friendly hug from Jonathan set her skin on fire. She sat in her kitchen, slumped half out the back door with a cigarette dangling from her lips. She couldn’t remember when she started smoking, but she knew it was to do with Jonathan - trying to replace one addiction with another.

The sun steadily rose as she sat there, unmoving. She finally stood, moving on autopilot around the kitchen to make herself a coffee - another habit she picked up from Jonathan over the years. She sipped it slowly, watching the clock on the wall. It got louder with each tick.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

The cup slipped from Clary’s grip as her doorbell rang. She jumped, not expecting guests, and she dutifully cleaned up the cup before the bell rang again, followed by impatient knocking. She opened the door, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“Hey.”

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

“Jonathan.” She breathed, and his name tasted like honey.

“I’ve missed you.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around her and she felt like she could sob into his shoulders. “So much. I’m so sorry I didn’t come see you sooner.” They pulled away and she invited him in with a small smile, blinking back tears. Just that one hug almost made up for all the hurt. She could nearly forget the pain of not being in his life.

“Coffee?” She managed to say and he grinned, the most relaxed she’d seen his smile in years.

They talked for what felt like hours. Jonathan found himself slipping back into an easy routine, his hand on Clary’s shoulder, a smile etched onto his face like it would never leave.

“You finally finished your book, then?” He asked her finally and she nodded. “So you’re gonna email me it, right?”

“Didn’t think you’d still want to read it. You said that years ago, when neither of us thought I would finish it.” Clary huffed and he shook his head.

“I knew you would, Clary. I always thought you would publish.” He insisted, pushing his glasses up his nose slightly before taking and squeezing her hand.

“Why did you never call me?” She whispered into the silent kitchen. Jonathan looked down but didn’t let go of her hand.

“After everything with Mira… I didn’t feel like I deserved to have anyone so amazing in my life. I knew how much I hurt you when we drifted apart, and it was because Mira asked me to, but I didn’t have to. I was so scared to be around you,” he admitted and Clary frowned.

“You were scared? Of what?”

“That Mira was right.” He sighed, rubbing his hand over his mouth. “And she was. Of course she was.” He mumbled, so quietly that Clary barely heard him.

“Right about what?” He didn’t say anything. His gaze returned to her face, though his eyes were focused on her lips.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

“Jona-“ he leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers. Clary froze, her eyes wide. Jonathan pulled back, taking his glasses off and placing them on the table. “Can you do that again?” She whispered and he sighed in relief, bringing his hands to cup her face before he kissed her again. He tasted like cigarettes and bad coffee and she couldn’t get enough. Neither could he.

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Not Afraid Anymore

Jonathan Levy x OFC

My first smut I’m posting! Jonathan taking Clary’s virginity. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word count - 1800 ish

It happened after two bottles of wine-mostly drunk by Clary. The soft buzz helped her feel more confident, one hand on Jonathan’s chest and the other on his thigh. Even just having his skin under her fingers was enough for her breathing to become uneven.

She stared up at Jonathan, wetting her lips with her tongue. She couldn’t stop thinking about how gorgeous he was, the dim light illuminating the grey streaks in his dark hair and beard. She sighed, tracing her fingers along Jonathan’s chest. He smiled down at her and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“Do you want to go to bed?” He whispered and she sighed, turning her head to press kisses to his neck and collarbones. “Are you okay?” He asked, pulling her up slightly so she could look him in the eyes. “Honey?”

“I want you to fuck me.” He choked as he insulted, sputtering for breath for a moment before managing to collect himself.

“I thought you weren’t ready?” He mumbled, wrapping his fingers around her jaw. “I need you to be sure before we do anything. And you gotta know you can ask me to stop at anytime and I will.” He rushed out in a single breath, adjusting his glasses. Clary nodded, all but pouncing into his lips and smashing her lips to his. He groaned, the hand on her jaw snaking around to wrap into her hair as the other settled on her waist. No matter how many times they had kissed it felt like butterflies swarmed her stomach. His hand slipped under her t-shirt - one she had stolen from him - and his touch burned her skin, branding her with his fingerprints. He squeezed and her mouth fell open, inviting his tongue into her mouth. He stood up, wrapping his hands under her thighs to keep her attached to him, her hands wandering, tugging on his hair. Her kisses trailed from his mouth to his cheeks as he carried her up the stairs. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he squeezed her thighs and he wondered what it would feel like for them to drag down his back.

“Jonathan.” Clary whined as he got to his room after what felt like an eternity walking down the hallway. He chuckled, shutting the door with his foot and placing her gently on his golden sheets.

“Do you still want this?” His voice was thick with lust and Clary nodded, pulling her shirt off. His eyes widened at the sight of her, climbing onto the bed and hovering over her. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Fuck, I was crazy not to see that you were right there all this time.” He mumbled, and Clary was sure she wasn’t supposed to hear him. He placed his glasses on the bedside table before attaching his lips to her neck, determined to take his time with her. A moan fell from her lips and he swore it was the best find he ever heard. “We need to try to be quiet, sweetheart, okay?” He whispered against her skin and she moved, desperate for him to keep touching her. His hands finally came to cup her breasts, palming them through her bra before he tugged it out of the way, relishing in her quiet whimpers that came with every touch. She watched him through heavy eyes. His lips moved down, attaching to each piece of skin he brushed against. She reached for him, tugging at his shirt and he happily obliged. Her nails traced over his chest and stomach, like she was trying to memorise every inch of him. Clary tugged her lower lip into her mouth in a poor attempt to stay quiet as his lips attached to her nipple. Her fingers weaved into his hair, tugging and he groaned.

“Jonathan, please.” Clary had no idea what she was begging for. She just knew she needed more of him. He chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips before sitting back on his heels and admiring the plethora of marks he’d left across her skin. “Jona-“ he cut her off quickly, placing his hand over her mouth. Her doe eyes burned into his and he flipped her skirt up. He licked his lips at the sight of her soaked through panties.

“You’re so fucking wet already, sweetheart. Is that all for me?” He asked, his voice lower than Clary had ever heard him and she nodded. He groaned, both hands coming to rest on her hips as he moved further down the bed and pressed his nose right against her core, inhaling. Just the smell of her made him feel like he could cum in his pants like a fucking teenager. She whined, her hips bucking against his face in a silent beg for him to just fucking touch her already. He chuckled, pulling her panties down as slowly as he had patience for before he dove in. He licked at her folds like he was trying to collect all of her slick, one hand moving to press his thumb against her clit. Her cunt clenched around nothing as he worked her up, alternating between long stripes and kitten licks. Clary could swear she saw stars, her thighs shaking around his head. She bit her lip hard to stay quiet, a metallic taste filling her mouth when he sucked her clit. Her hips arched off the bed, his laughter vibrating across her pussy and she slapped a hand over her mouth in time to stifle a moan. “That’s it honey, stay nice and quiet for me. Fuck, you’re so pretty.” His fingers replaced his tongue, two of them disappearing with ease. Clary could see her slick in his beard and she moaned into her hand, grinding down shamelessly against his fingers as a coil tightened inside her stomach. He leaned down in time to kiss her as she came on his fingers, swallowing her moans. The taste of her arousal on his tongue drove her feral, desperate for anything he would give her. Her blood in his mouth had a similar effect but he swallowed it down. “We can stop now, if you want, sweetheart.” He whispered, the smell of sweat and sex heavy in the air. Clary shook her head.

“I need you to fuck me, Jonathan.” She whimpered and he smiled, pressing one more kiss to her forehead.

“Turn over.” He murmured. She immediately did what she was told, managing to rest on her shaking legs so that her ass was in the air. She turned her head to the side, watching him as he tugged his jeans and boxers down. He almost moaned in relief as his cock sprang free, almost painfully hard. He licked his hand, wrapping it around his dick. He rubbed the tip against her cunt, spreading her wetness around him before pushing in slowly. Clary’s eyes widened at the stretch and she buried her face in the pillow to muffle herself. He leaned over her as he pushed in inch by inch, allowing her time to adjust to each new intrusion. “Fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” He hissed, biting her shoulder to muffle his groans. He stilled inside of her, waiting for her to let him know she was okay. It didn’t take long. She whimpered and pushed back against him. He grinned, kissing over the bite mark before he began to move his hips, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. Clary knew she’d never felt so full, her fingers and toys feeling nothing like this. She mewled at the feeling as he began to pick up the pace. She looked over her shoulder as he picked his body up. His curls were pointing in every direction and he was watching where their bodies connected with focus that she’d never seen. The burn that came with the stretch to accommodate him was one of the most delicious things she had ever felt. The tip of his dick brushed against something inside her and her eyes rolled back in her head as a loud moan fell from her lips. “Shh, shh, shh, there’s a good girl,” he murmured. Her cunt clenched around him at ‘good girl’ and he snarled, fucking into her harder and pushing her head into the pillows. She bit into the material as his death grip on her hips got tighter, her legs shaking and she was sure that if he wasn’t holding her up she would’ve collapsed. “I know you can cum again for me honey, just one more.” He mumbled, spreading her legs wider and fucking impossibly deeper into her. Each time her cunt spasmed around his cock, they both swore they must be in heaven. “Rub your clit for me,” he begged, his voice cracking and Clary moved to obey faster than she’d ever moved in her life. Her fingertips were too soft after feeling Jonathan’s rough, calloused pads. His hands left her hips. One wrapped into her hair, pulling her up till her body was flush to his. The other covered her mouth as she cried out, his beard scratching against her neck as he sucked on her pulse point. “Cum for me, sweetheart, please.” It was all too much and Clary could’ve sworn she blacked out as she came, squeezing Jonathan’s cock so tight he forgot how to breathe and his thrusts faltered. “Where do you - fuck - want me to cum?” He managed to stammer in between broken gasps.

“Don’t you dare pull out.” Clary mumbled and Jonathan growled, pushing their bodies down against the sheets as he came. She could feel him twitching inside her as he panted for breath, sweat dripping off both of them. He pressed gentle kisses against her skin, the taste of salt dancing on his tongue. He slowly pulled out, sitting back to watch as his spend leaked from her sore cunt. “Jonathan?” She whispered.

“I’m just getting a cloth for you, okay sweetheart? We gotta get clean.” He eased her to lie on her back, kissing her forehead before going to the bathroom. He ran a cloth under the hot tap, making sure the water was warm. Clary was still trying to even out her breathing when he returned, her legs still shaking occasionally as he cleaned her up and then himself. He tossed the cloth back to the bathroom, wrapping his arms around her. “You did so good. How do you feel?” He whispered against her forehead.

“Good. I feel good. I think I met God.” Clary mumbled, her eyes still hazy. “Why the fuck did I wait so long for this?” Jonathan chuckled, his chest reverberating against her.

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Art Deco

Jonathan Levy x OFC

Word count - 500 ish

Fluff, lil bit of angst, suggestive ending.

Clary stared at Jonathan as he paced around his kitchen. She sat quietly at his table, just watching him. A muscle in his neck twitched as he stopped to look again at the letter that had started his tension. He all but snarled, finally picking it up and slamming it down in front of Clary. And he began to pace again.

Mr. Jonathan Levy.

Your presence is requested in court on the 12th January as Miss M. Phillips is contesting the custody decision made in court last year.

She didn’t read the rest of the letter, standing in front of him and resting her hand on his arm. He immediately stood still, his gaze burning holes in her.

“It’s going to be okay.” Clary murmured, wrapping her arms around him. “It’s going to be okay.”

“You don’t fucking know that.” He snapped and Clary raised her eyebrow, leaning away from him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I just don’t know how you’re so sure.”

“You were awarded sole custody for a reason, Jonathan. Nothing has changed. If anything, the home is even more stable for Ava now that I’ve moved in and you can add my paychecks to her support.” Clary said, guiding him to sit down where she had been sat. She bustled around the kitchen as he read the letter for the hundredth time. He jumped when she placed a cup of tea in front of him and she sat down beside him, a glass of water in her hand. “Lets not look at this right now, okay? The court date isn’t for a month, we have plenty of time.”

Jonathan ignored the cup she had put in front of him, bringing her hand to his mouth and pressing gentle kisses all across the skin, standing as he moved his lips to her wrist, sucking gently on her pulse before moving on. His lips traced up her arm, across her shoulder, up her neck, along her jaw, eventually capturing the corner of her lips.

“Jonathan…” Clary whispered, half-lidded eyes meeting his blown out pupils.

“Please. Please. I need you.” He begged against her skin, his curls brushing against her ear and making her giggle. “Please.”

She gave in. She stood from her chair with her water in one hand and his fingers wrapped around her other wrist, leading him up the stairs, past Ava’s room, past Jonathan’s office, past her writing nook. He groaned at the sight of her in front of him, reaching to take his glasses off as soon as she closed the door to their room.

“Why are you so good to me?” He whispered against her skin as he unbuttoned her shirt. “You’re so perfect. You could have had anyone all this time.”

“Jonathan.” Clary whined, his hands deftly turning her words into whimpers and sighs. “I love you.”

“Say it again.”

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Clary >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mira like 100%

Art Deco

Jonathan Levy x OFC

Word count - 500 ish

Fluff, lil bit of angst, suggestive ending.

Clary stared at Jonathan as he paced around his kitchen. She sat quietly at his table, just watching him. A muscle in his neck twitched as he stopped to look again at the letter that had started his tension. He all but snarled, finally picking it up and slamming it down in front of Clary. And he began to pace again.

Mr. Jonathan Levy.

Your presence is requested in court on the 12th January as Miss M. Phillips is contesting the custody decision made in court last year.

She didn’t read the rest of the letter, standing in front of him and resting her hand on his arm. He immediately stood still, his gaze burning holes in her.

“It’s going to be okay.” Clary murmured, wrapping her arms around him. “It’s going to be okay.”

“You don’t fucking know that.” He snapped and Clary raised her eyebrow, leaning away from him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I just don’t know how you’re so sure.”

“You were awarded sole custody for a reason, Jonathan. Nothing has changed. If anything, the home is even more stable for Ava now that I’ve moved in and you can add my paychecks to her support.” Clary said, guiding him to sit down where she had been sat. She bustled around the kitchen as he read the letter for the hundredth time. He jumped when she placed a cup of tea in front of him and she sat down beside him, a glass of water in her hand. “Lets not look at this right now, okay? The court date isn’t for a month, we have plenty of time.”

Jonathan ignored the cup she had put in front of him, bringing her hand to his mouth and pressing gentle kisses all across the skin, standing as he moved his lips to her wrist, sucking gently on her pulse before moving on. His lips traced up her arm, across her shoulder, up her neck, along her jaw, eventually capturing the corner of her lips.

“Jonathan…” Clary whispered, half-lidded eyes meeting his blown out pupils.

“Please. Please. I need you.” He begged against her skin, his curls brushing against her ear and making her giggle. “Please.”

She gave in. She stood from her chair with her water in one hand and his fingers wrapped around her other wrist, leading him up the stairs, past Ava’s room, past Jonathan’s office, past her writing nook. He groaned at the sight of her in front of him, reaching to take his glasses off as soon as she closed the door to their room.

“Why are you so good to me?” He whispered against her skin as he unbuttoned her shirt. “You’re so perfect. You could have had anyone all this time.”

“Jonathan.” Clary whined, his hands deftly turning her words into whimpers and sighs. “I love you.”

“Say it again.”