Intentions
Title: Intentions
Pairings: Mike Chang/Tina Cohen-Chang
Rating: R
Summary: Tina's text left a few very important details out.
More Tike smut, but this time just a small drabble based off the amazing pictures of Jenna Ushkowitz taken by Tyler Shields.
I swear I will work on Asian Kiss next. These two are just too damn sexy for their own good.
“Hey Tee, I got your- is that a whip?”
Mike’s feet falter as he hits the entrance to his girlfriend’s room, gaping as Tina blinks at him beneath long lashes. His eyes are focused on the black whip in her hand, the tail coiling on the cream carpet beside her; and that’s when Mike notices the pointed toes of Tina’s shoes, eyes dragging upwards along her thighs and the way the tight black leather hugs her skin. His mind vaguely registers that they’re boots, the most amazing boots he’s ever seen in his life because they make Tina’s legs look a million miles long, but holy hell.
It’s sort of telling that it’s not until after he notices the whip and the boots does Mike realize that Tina’s wearing… well, basically nothing. And okay, his eyes are probably bugging out of his head because that’s what always tends to happen when Tina’s wearing a scrap of blue that Mike doesn’t understand how anyone can call panties. They’re basically nothing. They’re high cut and thin straps and he’s got a pretty good feeling that if Tina were to turn around there’d be even less fabric there and if that wasn’t good enough she’s also got one of her corsets on. Black and blue and strapless and this is for sure one of Mike’s favourites because Tina’s basically spilling out of it, her chest swelling in the most alluring way possible along the top. It’s hell getting her out of it, but sometimes if he can loosen the top laces enough Mike’s been able to just pull it down a bit and that’s sexy in a whole other way that he really shouldn’t thinking about right now. Because with the whip and the boots she looks like such a dominatrix and his jeans are way too tight right now. Way too tight.
“Oh fuck.”
--
He’s not entirely sure what to make of the leather around his wrists, hand flexing as the material provides no give, but it’s not like they’re uncomfortable either. What’s uncomfortable is still being in his jeans, the zipper slightly undone, as Tina straddles his waist and finishes tying Mike’s other wrist to the bed post. Her hips are shifting against his with every movement of her hands, and he’s trying to hold back but she’s driving him crazy and finally Mike grinds back against her with force, moaning at the sensation.
“Eager?”
“You have no idea, Tee,” he pants as her nails draw down his chest, “This is just…”
“One of your fantasies?”
“All of my fantasies. And then some.”
The sly smirk on Tina’s lips as she slides her hand into his boxers says everything Mike needs to know. He’s such a goner.
--
He wants to touch her. Oh god, does he want to touch her. Mike can feel his fingernails digging into the palms of his hand as he rocks his hips up, Tina’s mouth parting a little further into an ‘o’. They’ve done this one before, a lot of times actually, and Tina on top is one of his favourite things because the way she looks when she’s riding him is just incredible. He’s totally not ashamed to say he loves the way her chest bounces in response to every thrust, or how wanton Tina looks with her head flung back and hair cascading down her shoulders. But he’s always been able to touch her before and Mike knows it’s useless to fight against the cuffs but dammit, he needs to touch her. He wants to grasp her hips and cup her neck as he bites at her bottom lip and runs his hands all over the curve of her stomach. He desperately wants to kneed her ass and tweak her nipples until she’s practically coming just from that because she’s so sensitive; Mike’s barely been able to do anything but run his tongue around one nipple for a second before Tina broke their kiss and sat back up. And sure, her sitting up had felt amazing because the angle changed, but Mike wants his hands back now.
Because he really really needs to touch her. She needs to know she’s the most exquisite, beautiful, sexy thing he’s ever seen and Mike wants to show her that with every movement of his hands over her body. He wants to make her feel like she’s absolutely as perfect as he honest to God thinks she is. But instead he’s grasping the rails of Tina’s headboard as she picks up the pace over him, the sound of thigh slapping thigh echoing around her room. There’s sweat beading down Mike’s forehead and he’s frustrated as hell but he’s also turned on as hell. There’s something about being completely powerless, able to only watch as your girlfriend in a tight little corset rides you completely for her own pleasure that’s a complete turn on.
Mike’s pushing back harder with each thrust of Tina’s, hips rising off the bed time and time again because fuck, if he can’t touch her he still needs to do something. Because the moans coming out of her mouth are absolutely intoxicating; whimpers and gasps and little mewling sounds that Mike never associated with Tina until the first time he fingered her to climax and he still gets hard just thinking about that. It had been so incredible to watch her come apart- shaking and arching and clasping around his fingers- that day. But she’s making them again now, and Mike lets his own moan free when her hands come back to his thighs, whole body leaning back, and in the process opening herself up even more to his gaze.
And since he can’t touch, the sounds are driving him that much more crazy and now the sight of her, legs spread further, watching him slide wetly in and out of her body, is almost too much. It’s fucking letting him watch what he’s doing to her and Mike has to clench his eyes shut, trying not to come because it’s just… fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. The real sight is so much better than any porn he’s ever seen. But Tina’s absolutely grinding herself on him and Mike knows he’s not going to last much longer because everything- her corset and boots and the cuffs and the sight of her clenching around him- is too much for his brain to handle. Hell, if there’s even any blood left in his brain.
“Mikeeee….”
His eyes snap open at his name, panting at both the effort of keeping himself together and pistoning his hips as quickly as he can to match Tina’s thrusts. She looks absolutely glorious with her whole body bouncing at every movement, and it’s not until he can feel her begin to clench even more around him that Mike realizes Tina’s only supporting herself with one hand, the other down between their bodies. Because she’s frantically rubbing herself in a way that makes Mike’s eyes roll back in his head just a bit, her thumb rolling over the nub again and again and again and it’s the most erotic thing he’s ever seen. It’s one thing to watch her toy her nipples, but watching Tina roll her clit between her fingers is something else completely different. Completely the most amazing thing he’s ever seen during sex, especially as he watches her pace change and Mike realizes this sure as hell isn’t the first time she’s ever touched herself like this. That means Tina’s been at home, alone, playing with herself before; she’s been in the shower, or in bed, or maybe at her desk or watching a movie and she’s been bothered enough to ease her hand down beneath whatever she’s wearing to toy with herself, get herself off, just like he does. And okay, Mike knew she was independent, but the thought of Tina being independent in that way with her own body…
--
Mike can't believe she has the energy to look so damn proud of herself, flushed and grinning and completely glorious on his lap. Like she knowsfuck. He tugs a bit on the cuffs and grins back at his girlfriend, eyebrows raised in questioning.
"Oh, I'm not done with you yet."
Pairings: Mike Chang/Tina Cohen-Chang
Rating: R
Summary: Tina's text left a few very important details out.
More Tike smut, but this time just a small drabble based off the amazing pictures of Jenna Ushkowitz taken by Tyler Shields.
I swear I will work on Asian Kiss next. These two are just too damn sexy for their own good.
“Hey Tee, I got your- is that a whip?”
Mike’s feet falter as he hits the entrance to his girlfriend’s room, gaping as Tina blinks at him beneath long lashes. His eyes are focused on the black whip in her hand, the tail coiling on the cream carpet beside her; and that’s when Mike notices the pointed toes of Tina’s shoes, eyes dragging upwards along her thighs and the way the tight black leather hugs her skin. His mind vaguely registers that they’re boots, the most amazing boots he’s ever seen in his life because they make Tina’s legs look a million miles long, but holy hell.
It’s sort of telling that it’s not until after he notices the whip and the boots does Mike realize that Tina’s wearing… well, basically nothing. And okay, his eyes are probably bugging out of his head because that’s what always tends to happen when Tina’s wearing a scrap of blue that Mike doesn’t understand how anyone can call panties. They’re basically nothing. They’re high cut and thin straps and he’s got a pretty good feeling that if Tina were to turn around there’d be even less fabric there and if that wasn’t good enough she’s also got one of her corsets on. Black and blue and strapless and this is for sure one of Mike’s favourites because Tina’s basically spilling out of it, her chest swelling in the most alluring way possible along the top. It’s hell getting her out of it, but sometimes if he can loosen the top laces enough Mike’s been able to just pull it down a bit and that’s sexy in a whole other way that he really shouldn’t thinking about right now. Because with the whip and the boots she looks like such a dominatrix and his jeans are way too tight right now. Way too tight.
“Oh fuck.”
--
He’s not entirely sure what to make of the leather around his wrists, hand flexing as the material provides no give, but it’s not like they’re uncomfortable either. What’s uncomfortable is still being in his jeans, the zipper slightly undone, as Tina straddles his waist and finishes tying Mike’s other wrist to the bed post. Her hips are shifting against his with every movement of her hands, and he’s trying to hold back but she’s driving him crazy and finally Mike grinds back against her with force, moaning at the sensation.
“Eager?”
“You have no idea, Tee,” he pants as her nails draw down his chest, “This is just…”
“One of your fantasies?”
“All of my fantasies. And then some.”
The sly smirk on Tina’s lips as she slides her hand into his boxers says everything Mike needs to know. He’s such a goner.
--
He wants to touch her. Oh god, does he want to touch her. Mike can feel his fingernails digging into the palms of his hand as he rocks his hips up, Tina’s mouth parting a little further into an ‘o’. They’ve done this one before, a lot of times actually, and Tina on top is one of his favourite things because the way she looks when she’s riding him is just incredible. He’s totally not ashamed to say he loves the way her chest bounces in response to every thrust, or how wanton Tina looks with her head flung back and hair cascading down her shoulders. But he’s always been able to touch her before and Mike knows it’s useless to fight against the cuffs but dammit, he needs to touch her. He wants to grasp her hips and cup her neck as he bites at her bottom lip and runs his hands all over the curve of her stomach. He desperately wants to kneed her ass and tweak her nipples until she’s practically coming just from that because she’s so sensitive; Mike’s barely been able to do anything but run his tongue around one nipple for a second before Tina broke their kiss and sat back up. And sure, her sitting up had felt amazing because the angle changed, but Mike wants his hands back now.
Because he really really needs to touch her. She needs to know she’s the most exquisite, beautiful, sexy thing he’s ever seen and Mike wants to show her that with every movement of his hands over her body. He wants to make her feel like she’s absolutely as perfect as he honest to God thinks she is. But instead he’s grasping the rails of Tina’s headboard as she picks up the pace over him, the sound of thigh slapping thigh echoing around her room. There’s sweat beading down Mike’s forehead and he’s frustrated as hell but he’s also turned on as hell. There’s something about being completely powerless, able to only watch as your girlfriend in a tight little corset rides you completely for her own pleasure that’s a complete turn on.
Mike’s pushing back harder with each thrust of Tina’s, hips rising off the bed time and time again because fuck, if he can’t touch her he still needs to do something. Because the moans coming out of her mouth are absolutely intoxicating; whimpers and gasps and little mewling sounds that Mike never associated with Tina until the first time he fingered her to climax and he still gets hard just thinking about that. It had been so incredible to watch her come apart- shaking and arching and clasping around his fingers- that day. But she’s making them again now, and Mike lets his own moan free when her hands come back to his thighs, whole body leaning back, and in the process opening herself up even more to his gaze.
And since he can’t touch, the sounds are driving him that much more crazy and now the sight of her, legs spread further, watching him slide wetly in and out of her body, is almost too much. It’s fucking letting him watch what he’s doing to her and Mike has to clench his eyes shut, trying not to come because it’s just… fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. The real sight is so much better than any porn he’s ever seen. But Tina’s absolutely grinding herself on him and Mike knows he’s not going to last much longer because everything- her corset and boots and the cuffs and the sight of her clenching around him- is too much for his brain to handle. Hell, if there’s even any blood left in his brain.
“Mikeeee….”
His eyes snap open at his name, panting at both the effort of keeping himself together and pistoning his hips as quickly as he can to match Tina’s thrusts. She looks absolutely glorious with her whole body bouncing at every movement, and it’s not until he can feel her begin to clench even more around him that Mike realizes Tina’s only supporting herself with one hand, the other down between their bodies. Because she’s frantically rubbing herself in a way that makes Mike’s eyes roll back in his head just a bit, her thumb rolling over the nub again and again and again and it’s the most erotic thing he’s ever seen. It’s one thing to watch her toy her nipples, but watching Tina roll her clit between her fingers is something else completely different. Completely the most amazing thing he’s ever seen during sex, especially as he watches her pace change and Mike realizes this sure as hell isn’t the first time she’s ever touched herself like this. That means Tina’s been at home, alone, playing with herself before; she’s been in the shower, or in bed, or maybe at her desk or watching a movie and she’s been bothered enough to ease her hand down beneath whatever she’s wearing to toy with herself, get herself off, just like he does. And okay, Mike knew she was independent, but the thought of Tina being independent in that way with her own body…
--
Mike can't believe she has the energy to look so damn proud of herself, flushed and grinning and completely glorious on his lap. Like she knowsfuck. He tugs a bit on the cuffs and grins back at his girlfriend, eyebrows raised in questioning.
"Oh, I'm not done with you yet."