MICHAEL JUST LOVES YOUR FEET! (18+!!)
TW: This contains footfetish/footplay, so read at your own risk, please. And don’t be a sulking bitch about it. You’ve been warned. This is one of the nastiest shits I’ve written so please be nice.
It didn’t take long for you to realize that your boyfriend absolutely adored your feet. Especially when you’d just gotten them freshly done at the salon.
At the beginning of the relationship, he’d often offer to give you a foot massage whenever you came home after walking around in heels all day.
Other times, he’d simply rest his hand on your foot, gently caressing it as you lay snuggled up against him, the two of you watching a movie together on the couch.
But as the relationship evolved and grew more serious… well, he wasn’t so modest about it anymore.
“Ohhhmmff, Mikeee!!” you moaned loudly, gripping the sheets as you lay flat on your back with your legs over Michael’s shoulders.
He was pounding into you, holding your legs firmly for support as the room filled with the lewd slapping sounds of skin against skin.
You’d already lost count of how many times he’d made you come. Was it three? No, four, right? God, you’d stopped counting after the second time you’d gushed over his fingers.
“Y’so pretty, mama,” he praised, as he always did, his hands caressing your legs up and down. One of them eventually found your foot, slowly bringing it closer to his face.
His tongue slowly slipped out, dragging a deliberate lick from your heel to your ankle.
The sudden wet sensation caught you by surprise, causing you to squirm even more than you already were.
The overwhelming sense of overstimulation was already driving you to the edge.
His tongue then found the sole of your foot, licking all the way toward your toes before taking them into his mouth and suckling on them as he continued thrusting deeper.
“Mhm,” he hummed against your foot, clearly enjoying the feeling and taste as his own orgasm drew closer.
He gripped your thighs, keeping your legs close together while still keeping your foot in his mouth, sucking on your toes. Then, after one final needy thrust, he came undone.
Soon after, your own orgasm followed, your back arching off the mattress as your eyes rolled back.
“I want you to stroke my dick with your feet,” he said confidently.
You almost choked on the water you’d been drinking.
“Oh.” It was the only response you could manage.
“Oh my God, what have I just said? This is so embarrassing. Don’t look at me…” He covered his face with his hands, getting up from the bed as if to walk away.
Until he felt a hand tugging at his shirt, stopping him.
“It’s not embarrassing… it’s just…new,” you said, continuing, “and besides, let’s try it. Your girlfriend’s here, after all.”
“OhhmyGodd,” Michael gasped as the sole of your foot rubbed his length pushing it against his stomach.
You watched as his body tensed, his back resting against the headboard while you lay in front of him, propped up on your forearms, biting your lip at the sight of your boyfriend completely lost by the sensation of your foot rubbing cock.
You slowly “grabbed” his dick, using both feet, finding a rhythm after a few slips.
He was so lost in the pleasure that he barely seemed to notice.
He gripped the sheets beneath him…hard. His fists tightened as his knuckles grew white from the pressure he applied. He was in heaven.
“Ahmpfff,” he whimpered, instinctively bringing his own fingers toward his mouth.
“You’re such a slut for me, aren’t you?” you purred, your voice filled with lust.
“Mhm,” he hummed in response.
“Y-yours only,” he mumbled against his wet fingers.
As he grew closer to his orgasm, he thrusted upward instinctively, chasing his release.
After a few moments, he finally came with one loud moan, squeezing his eyes shut.
The aftermath left him breathless, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Hot spurts of wet white liquid covered his bare stomach and your feet who now let go of his dick.
After a few moments, his ragged breathing began to settle, and he let his fingers slip from his mouth.
You brought your foot toward his face.
“Clean your mess,” you demanded, looking at him with your sultry eyes.
He opened his mouth immediately, taking your foot gently between both hands before licking it clean.
His eyes closed as he enjoyed every second of the lewd act.
“Y’so good to me,” he mumbled against your skin, occasionally letting out a quiet moan and kissing your feet.
Yeah, you were liking—no. You were loving this little foot obsession of his.
ame’s notes : I think I just discovered something new about myself while writing this. (Not proud)
