Shameless
Warnings: Cursing and explicit sexual situation.
Summary: A quick, quickie. Mikey/Karai. Mentions of Leo.
A/N: Seriously, I don’t know. Karai is my favorite TMNT character and she’s like so underused. D: This is a drabble turned fic turned into something too big for me and so this snippet is random and out of context. Sort of like a preview. Yay!
Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT. Which in the long run may be for the best.
It bothers him. He doesn’t know where the line is anymore; he’s not Leo, it’s not as if he needs boundaries or rules to guide him, but this, this all feels like he should know, or at least have a vague idea of where that line is and fuck.
Fuck.
Karai likes to use both her hands. Thin and long, and elegant and they’re just whispers over his cock, light and feathery and new and so much more different than his own and it doesn’t take long for him to lose it when her kimono rolls off her shoulder just a little. Of course she’s not wearing a bra and maybe he’s peeking since he’s only seen tits on T.V. and on magazines and that one time when they were jumping around rooftops fooling around and the lady was changing with her blinds open and he stopped and stared for like a second and continued on and that week sucked.
Her eyes lock on him. Him and only him, as if he was the only one that mattered, and when she takes him into her mouth, he throws his head back groaning because, well fuck.
He carefully threads his fingers through her hair. Mikey’s reminded of those movies with ladies working at massage parlors. Happy ending.
Today, despite starting so craptastic, ended pretty well. I finally got to see UP! and it. Was. Amazing. It broke my heart even when the 'villain' encountered his Disney-death.
I need sleep. Or coffee.
Summary: A quick, quickie. Mikey/Karai. Mentions of Leo.
A/N: Seriously, I don’t know. Karai is my favorite TMNT character and she’s like so underused. D: This is a drabble turned fic turned into something too big for me and so this snippet is random and out of context. Sort of like a preview. Yay!
Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT. Which in the long run may be for the best.
It bothers him. He doesn’t know where the line is anymore; he’s not Leo, it’s not as if he needs boundaries or rules to guide him, but this, this all feels like he should know, or at least have a vague idea of where that line is and fuck.
Fuck.
Karai likes to use both her hands. Thin and long, and elegant and they’re just whispers over his cock, light and feathery and new and so much more different than his own and it doesn’t take long for him to lose it when her kimono rolls off her shoulder just a little. Of course she’s not wearing a bra and maybe he’s peeking since he’s only seen tits on T.V. and on magazines and that one time when they were jumping around rooftops fooling around and the lady was changing with her blinds open and he stopped and stared for like a second and continued on and that week sucked.
Her eyes lock on him. Him and only him, as if he was the only one that mattered, and when she takes him into her mouth, he throws his head back groaning because, well fuck.
He carefully threads his fingers through her hair. Mikey’s reminded of those movies with ladies working at massage parlors. Happy ending.
Today, despite starting so craptastic, ended pretty well. I finally got to see UP! and it. Was. Amazing. It broke my heart even when the 'villain' encountered his Disney-death.
I need sleep. Or coffee.