Feet: Fruits Basket (Tohru x Male OC)

Tohru Honda had a secret. It was embarrassing and she felt shame when she realized what it was. Even thinking the word 'pleasure' would bring a blush to her cheeks. When the topic would arise amongst her female friends she'd use terms like, 'feeling good' or 'making love'.

Because the topic of intimacy was still new to her she found that it still needed to maintain its innocence. But that wasn't going to happen when she discovered what 'kinks' were. And just recently, the very specific kink that she had.

She tried to ignore it. To push the desires and her wandering imagination aside. In the end she couldn't hold it in any further. So now she was in an even more embarrassing and shameful situation.

Her face was hidden behind the hood and stained red permanently.

The entrance to the adult building was in the alleyway. She wasn't sure if it was actually dirty or if her shame was just projecting onto her surroundings.

This was the building that the man in the forum had told her to meet her at. She cross referenced the details of what the adult store employee told her with the information on the business site. She had to confirm that he was who he said he was.

Tohru Honda only a few short years ago wouldn't have thought of doing that kind of research. It had taken her a while to even have the audacity to look into the source material.

Now it felt like she was doing something illegal. Purchasing something that would grant her jail time. But of course none of that was true.

She entered the establishment and upon entry a bell rang for everyone to know that she was there. Announcing her depravity to the world. The thought made her cheeks heat but she was sure the tint still never went away.

At first glance around the store she was taken back. Then she remembered where exactly she was and let the thought go.

"Honda? Tohru Honda?" A guy around her age popped out his head. His features were boyish and not at all what she was expecting. His smile spread across his face when he put two and two together when making eye contact with her embarrassed expression.

"I have what you purchased at the front desk." He waved his hand and his innocence wafted off of him and confused Tohru even more about the situation.

"Oh, Um, Are you Sato?" Her voice was meek and barely carried over to the guy. He only heard her because she was speaking as she approached the counter.

"Yes it is. You going to be calling it while looking at these?" He teased her while holding out a ziploc bag full of polaroids.

The mini polaroids were all pictures of his feet. Even at a glance she could tell that he was diligent with making sure each photo was a bit different from the next. As she had requested.

She hadn't known exactly the face of the man she was purchasing the feet pictures from, only that he was highly reviewed on the forum. He also offered pick up.

Tohru didn't want to risk the pictures being seen or questioned in the mail. And during her research she found that physicals were far better then digitals. There was also a majority of providers that didn't want any digital traffic of the business traced back to them.

The foot fetish community was often done with polaroids, meetups, and a few live feeds with no faces shown.

That's why it came as a surprise to actually meet Sato, "C-could you put them in an envelope please?" She stammered and ignored his comment regarding his name.

"Sure, I just wanted to make sure you were getting what you requested." His voice was a bit smug, detailing that he had done this before and had full confidence in what it was he offered.

"I can see and thank you."

Sato proceeded to empty the contents of the bag onto the countertop before rummaging through a drawer on the other side.

He comes up with an off white envelope that had a bend in it, "Here we go."

Casually he hands out the merchandise to Tohru, but upon grabbing it the guy doesn't let go.

"I-I already paid you." Panic was about to set in as she looked into his brown eyes.

"I know. I just wanted to see your reaction." He lets go, "If you need more or any other services, just reach out." It was odd watching the boyish face wink her way.

She nods and exits the establishment.

. . . . .

She was back at the Sohma House sitting cross legged on her bed with her pillow hugged tightly to her.

The six pictures of pedicured feet lay in front of her. Each one a little different. Some of them you could see the sole of the foot while others you couldn't. Her favorite was the one with his ankles crossed.

It pronounced the achilleas and made his heels more alluring.

Shifting her position she was now straddling across the pillow and imagining the image for real. The feet looked so pretty for her. Pretty and… sexy.

Yeah, sexy. That was the word she was looking for.

Tohru's lip finds its way between her teeth as she dares to rock her hips against the pillow. The pressure hit just the right spot that was a building block inside her.

Her eyes close and she imagines the feet in front of her. The heel of the foot was what was giving the pressure.

Grinding her pelvis deeper and harder into the pillow she continued to build a pace with the thoughts of the feet. How pretty they were. How sexy they looked.

Her folds would leak all over and drip across the achilleas and perhaps hitting the ankle.

She found her breaths getting heavy as she continued the movements. The rolling and rocking helped her reach the edge just before jumping off of it.

Tohru felt the thick slick in her underwear seep through to the pillow and all she could think was how she wished it was someone's actual foot.

END.