Piece of Art → Jace Wayland 
❈ How about we start the tongue, from the waist down?
I'ma beat it up, till you scream for another round.
I’ve been working out baby, feel all this power.
Girl we all alone, let me hear you moan, louder. ❈
warning(s): teasing. mild smut, not really.
“(Y/N), I really do not think you should be going on this date,” Jace sighed, following after you. “it’s just not a good idea, I’m telling you.”
You whipped around, looking up at the taller blonde boy. You give him a smile before raking your fingers through his hair. “And why’s that? I thought you didn’t have feelings for me.” You frowned at him. The two of you were solely a ‘no strings attached’ relationship. The two of you would hookup and pretend like it never happened, though after the few first times, it was confirmed that neither of you wanted feelings involved anyway. And you followed the rules quite well, however Jace didn’t.
“I- I don’t.” The blonde boy dismissed quickly. “It’s just, you’ll be on a date with a mundane and you’ll be around other mundanes. You can’t exactly whip out your stele in the middle of a dark room when there’s a demon attack.” He defended himself.