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He didn’t have a foot fetish. That was his oldest friend’s kink, not his. In fact, for a long time he didn’t understand why people had foot fetishes. When he asked Baji Keisuke, Baji replied,” It’s just sexy, man. There’s just something about a well-cared for foot that really turns me on, s’all.”
Mikey had gagged and called Baji a toe-sucker, only to narrowly dodge a book being chucked at his head. Mikey had laughed and laughed, teasing the other over his kink and saying that he would never understand Baji.
But then he stumbled upon Clover91’s profile and it all clicked.
When he first saw the pictures, he couldn’t help but ogle. What caught Mikey’s eyes first was Clover’s legs–long, sensual but leaning more on the sturdier side. They didn’t look weak, but there wasn’t a single scar, bruise, or wrinkle that marred their milky skin. From the photos, Clover’s legs were smooth–nowadays Mikey often daydreamed about caressing those legs, imagining how his calloused hands would glide down the flesh and how the other would groan in delight at the rough texture pressing down on their tender skin. He imagined how soft Clover’s legs would be. Firm, but with a slight bounce to it. Mikey could simply imagine that if he squeezed just a tad bit too strongly, he would decorate those limbs in blooming bruises.
Mikey loved dragging his eyes across the expanse of flesh on his phone screen. From the thigh down to the calf, the man wanted to memorize the dips and curves that God had carved–wanted to burn Clover’s shapely legs into his mind so that every time he closed his eyes, he could see them wrapping themselves around Mikey’s waist to pull them closer.
And then, as Mikey’s eyes dragged farther down, he found himself groaning at the sight of Clover’s feet, slipped into a pair of heels that made Mikey feel hot and bothered. It was the black heels with the red bottoms that got him–the stark contrast of the heels to Clover’s skin gave Mikey shivers. And then in the next photo, Clover had adorned a pair of baby pink heels that had a cute bow on the side, accentuating the creator’s innocence. Mikey stared at the way Clover’s legs, adorning white stockings, were crossed and the angles at which his feet intersected in the photo. He stared at the way Clover’s painted and shapely toes peeked out from the heel’s open toe box. He could feel himself drooling–maybe Baji was right–no, Baji was right.
Mikey had to excuse himself from his best friend’s home, rushing back to his own place with his pants suffocatingly tight. When he had finally stumbled back to his house, the man rushed off to the bathroom. He slammed the door shut, pulled out his phone and unlocked it. He hurriedly opened up Clover’s profile again, tapping at the pink heels photo. Saliva pooled in his mouth, his face was burning hot. Mikey felt the heat run down from his head and pool in his stomach and as he reached down into his pants that night, gripping at his dick, he thought quickly, ‘ --gotta show Baji later… he’ll fucking die at the sight–’
Baji did not die.
Instead, he got so turned on that it was almost painful having to waddle out of his room and to his bathroom to get himself off. He needed mental stability to study and the profile that Mikey had sent him did not offer such peace. It ruined Baji Keisuke–destroyed any and all reasoning that he had prior to seeing these photos.
He was supposed to be studying for his English test with Chifuyu and Kazutora that night. Because of his lifestyle as being part of a gang, he often skipped classes and had even spent some time in juvie. After coming back home, his mother had beaten him with the family’s soup ladle and he was forced to promise her that he would at least finish high school. He was held back this year and was now in the same grade as Chifuyu. Kazutora was in the same situation as he was, to be honest, so now Chifuyu had to take care of them both.
He was trying his best to study–he really was–but that night, while the younger of the three was teaching them grammar, Mikey had sent him a link to an OnlyFans profile with the text ‘I’m sry I ever doubted you.’
Keisuke had cocked a brow to that statement and curiously opened the profile. And now he was about to jack off in his bathroom to the most perfect legs and feet that he had ever seen.
And while he could hear Kazutora and Chifuyu laugh at him as he got up to leave the room, Keisuke also knew that the they were both affected; Chifuyu’s ears had turned bright red and he kept toying with his phone and Keisuke saw the way that Kazutora slipped a pillow over his crotch--Baji Keisuke was not the only one going down that night.
He huffed and pulled the front end of his shirt up, biting down on it. As he closed his eyes, he could just imagine the creator’s legs curled up and dangling off his shoulders. Baji would take those soft feet into his hands and lick a long line from Clover’s ankle down to his toes. He’d hold onto that slender ankle, turning his foot so that he could press kisses into the inner sole and then kiss back around to Clover’s toes. He’d take them into his mouth and suck, and–oh shit, he was definitely drooling now. He bit down harder on his shirt, squeezing his eyes tightly.
He imagined himself, on his knees for Clover–begging to touch the creator. Keisuke gave a muffled gasp, thinking about those expensive looking heels nudging his dick, teasing him. He would whine, imploring Clover to press down harder and– god–
Baji felt his knees shake and buckle and he thought, ‘ ...this might take me longer than I thought.’
It had been a week since Mikey showed him Clover91’s profile. It had also been a week since Ryuguji ‘Draken’ Ken had a moment of peace.
Ever since he had subscribed to Clover, he had been haunted with the images of those sinful legs every time he closed his eyes. It was getting bad–he was getting distracted at work and everyone could see. Once, he ran into a door because he had been so exhausted from jerking off all night to Clover’s newest post. Mikey had given him a nasty, all-knowing, shit-eating grin and Draken wished he could kick the small man out the window. It was his fault that Draken could not sleep now without opening Clover’s account and jerking into his own fist. ‘ That tiny bastard,’ he cursed, pinching the bridge of his nose to keep his headache at bay.
Draken, out of everyone in their gang, was one of the more calmer men when it came to sex and the like. He grew up in a brothel and was desensitized to the wanton moans, the smell of strawberry lube, and the sound of skin slapping skin. Sex was nothing special to him. Draken viewed the act as a way to keep the Earth populated. Sex for pleasure? He didn’t really care for it. He wasn’t asexual by any means, but there wasn’t much that turned him on. Everything was kind of boring and didn’t get him as hard as he would’ve liked.
But then Clover popped into his life and Draken now had a problem .
Draken sighed, excusing himself from the room to go outside for some fresh air. There, he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, toying with it in his hands. Finally, he slipped it between his lips and held it there, not bothering to light it but instead, let his mind wander off.
If Draken had to be honest, the only thing that ever had turned him on were legs. And damn did Clover have some beautiful legs. Was Clover specially made by God himself? Images of those sinful limbs came back into his mind.
He was fairly picky when it came to them. Like Mikey, he wasn’t too interested in skinny, frail legs. Draken was a big guy–he liked a little bit of meat on them. Something like Clover’s: soft looking but not too soft. The meaty flesh on Clover’s legs, especially his thighs, drove Draken mad. There was a photo of Clover adorning black, thigh-high stockings with garter belts at the top to keep the stockings from slipping down. What drove Draken into a lustful frenzy was the heart-shaped buckle that sat in the middle of Clover’s thighs connecting the stocking to the garter(1). It made Draken go insane the way Clover’s meaty flesh puffed out around the belt and stocking–how he could see the skin swell ever so slightly against the metal heart buckle. He could imagine that after taking off the garter, there’d be a small heart indent left behind on his skin, and ohh did that make Draken want to run his teeth along the meat of Clover’s thighs and bite down. He wanted to leave purple marks all over his flesh–hickies of various sizes and shapes–stamping the beautiful Clover as Draken’s. Just thinking about those plush thighs wrapped around his head as he’d go down on Clover made Draken shudder.
He chewed on the unlit cigarette and sighed again. He shouldn’t have thought about him–he didn’t want to make a quick stop to the bathroom to take care of his problem in the middle of the day. He’d do it when he was in the comfort of his home. If Mikey knew that he was jacking off in the bathroom at work, the smaller man would poke fun at him for the rest of the week. Another long sigh escaped his lips.
‘ ...’m gonna leave Clover a big tip when I get back home.’