Week 1 // Choi Jiwoo - Feet

"I can feel you judging me."

"I'm really not."

You continue to insist, telling her exactly how you can tell what she's thinking by the look in her eyes and the scrunch of her nose. It's a face she often makes when you're doing something that she doesn't quite understand but can't really get mad at you for, because you're just you. As much as Jiwoo continues to insist otherwise, the truth of it is that for all her clear confusion at your request, she's still taking off her socks.

"I'm just wondering why it's taken you so long to ask if this is something you're into?" she asks, and she's not entirely wrong. You do tend to be pretty open about what you like, and yet for some reason you've never brought this particular kink up before.

"You just have really nice feet," you say, because it's the truth and because it's the best explanation you have. You don't have a better reason than that. "It's not even about the feet, really. It's about you."

She rolls her eyes, but you know that deep down she's into the compliment. "So, how exactly does this work? Do I just...?" She's extending her leg towards you, across from the other side of the sofa, and wiggling her toes. "The look so weird." She makes that face again.

"You're making them look weird."

"Well, you're about to make them look a lot weirder. You know that, right?"

You take her foot into your hands and inspect it. Jiwoo has what you consider the perfect foot. It's not too big, not too small. Her arch is high, her skin is soft, and her toes are long and slender, coming to a nice, tapered end on her pinky toe. She wiggles her toes again, and your eyes dart up to hers.

"Don't say it," she warns.

"I'm not saying anything."

Jiwoo knows better. "I know you're thinking it. I can tell."

"Okay, humour me, what am I thinking?" you quiz. There's a smile spreading across your face that you can't quite contain, much to her annoyance.

"That you want to suck my toes," she answers plainly, deadpan in her delivery, and to her credit she manages to keep a straight face for all of three seconds before the two of you break out into a fit of laughter.

It's hard to focus on the task at hand (in your hand) with her being like this, and so you press your thumbs to the ball of her foot and begin to massage it. The giggles quickly die down, and Jiwoo lets out a deep breath.

"Okay, that's not too bad." She relaxes a little, settling back into the sofa cushions and letting her eyes close.

You massage the pads of her feet, working your fingers against the skin. "Why are you acting surprised? I've done this plenty of times."

"Yeah, but not with the expectation of it turning you on." She lets out a breathless laugh, still amused by this whole ordeal. "Are you getting turned on right now?"

"I mean..." You glance down at your crotch, then back up at her. "It's working." Though that's mainly at the thought of what you'd like to do to her foot, rather than the act of the massage itself.

"Wow." Jiwoo is impressed. She leans forward, watching your fingers press against her skin, intrigued by how easily you're able to do it. "Is this really all it takes?"

"For me, it takes you." You wink at her, knowing exactly how she's going to react to that.

Her smile widens, and she shakes her head, and those blonde locks fall over her face. "You're so corny," she says, brushing it back behind her ear. "So when are you going -"

You place a kiss on the sole of her foot, cutting her off.

"Wow," she says again, more breathlessly this time. "You really are into this."

"Are you not?" you ask, placing another kiss on her skin, higher up her foot this time. You didn't expect this to be some life-changing thing, and truth is that it's not, but fuck they're nice to kiss. Just kissing any part of her body is a turn-on, but this is new.

"I'm getting there. But I like when you kiss me in other places more."

You look up at her from where you're still holding her foot, and you raise an eyebrow in challenge. "I'm still going to kiss all your other places."

"Promises, promises."

You bring her foot up to your face and rub her skin against your cheek. It's softer than you even thought it would be, and the scent of her is on you now, an intoxicating aroma that makes you want to bury your face into the arch of her foot and just inhale.

"That's..." she starts, but doesn't finish.

"Weird?"

"No," she says, a little too quickly. She catches herself. "Maybe a little bit."

You press your lips to her skin once more, this time working your way up her foot to her toes. You kiss the tips of each one, and then you take the biggest one into your mouth, running your tongue over the pad, tasting her.

"Oh, wow," Jiwoo breathes. "That's so..."

You look up at her, lips still wrapped around her toe, your tongue swirling over the skin. You suck a little and then pull off of it with a pop, to tell her, "Don't say weird."

"I wasn't!"

"You were." You move onto the next toe, taking it into your mouth. This time, you give it a gentle nibble. The taste of her skin is sweet, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. You never thought this would be so hot. "You think it's weird, don't you?"

"I think it's..." Jiwoo lets out a soft moan when you take another toe into your mouth, sucking on it a little longer this time. She squirms in her seat, shifting her legs. "Not entirely unpleasant."

You smile, taking that as a victory. You continue kissing, licking, and sucking your way through her toes, working your way down to the smallest one. When you reach it, you hold it between your lips for a moment before you pull away.

"What now?" she asks, even though the gears turning in her head have already reached the only feasible conclusion.

You lower her foot from your face and towards your now-stiff cock. The second the sole of her foot makes contact, you let out a breath.

"That's it," Jiwoo says, a smirk gracing her features. "This is what you really wanted, isn't it?"

You nod, not trusting your voice to answer her right now.

Her lips curve upwards, and her eyes are sparkling with a mischievous gleam. "So you're into the massage, and the toe sucking, and my feet on your cock?"

"Jiwoo," you warn, but you're not really in the position to be making threats. "I just -"

"Whatever. This is kind of hot." She flexes her foot, pressing it harder against your crotch. "You're so hard already. Do my feet feel that good?"

You buck your hips up to meet her foot, trying to get some friction. "Fuck, Jiwoo, please."

"No, no, no." She shakes her head and draws back her foot, holding it in the air. "Say it."

"Since when did you become so dominant?"

"Since you started pathetically humping my foot," she retorts.

You sigh and feel a little flush filling up your cheeks. "Your feet feel good, Jiwoo. Please, put it back on my cock."

"Or what?"

"Well, the next time you ask me to go down on you, I'll remind you of this, and I'll make you beg for it."

"I always beg anyway," Jiwoo scoffs and then places her foot back on your cock. "And you never make me wait."

You don't answer, too caught up in the feeling of her foot pressing down on your aching erection. She starts to move it. Every time her foot slides down, your tip presses against her toes and she curls them against it. You look down and watch it happen. Fuck, there's something so hot about seeing it, seeing her playing with your dick like that.

"I appreciate the nail colour choice today," you tell her, eyes fixated on the white tips of her toes.

"Does it really make a difference?" Jiwoo asks, but she's starting to get into it now. She lifts her other foot, and she runs the tip of her big toe along your length. "You like them painted?"

You nod, before explaining how nice it is to look at.

She uses both her feet to grip your shaft. "Yeah, you're definitely a foot guy. I've let you do some really freaky things to me; how did it take so long for this to come up?"

You buck your hips again. "It just did."

She grins and starts to rub her feet up and down your length. She's gripping you between the soles of her feet, moving in a steady rhythm. You groan and lean back against the sofa. This is even better than you imagined. The sight, the sensation - it's all too much.

"I could get used to this," Jiwoo says as she works you with her feet. "Watching you get off to my feet."

You're barely able to form coherent thoughts at this point. Her feet are sliding against your cock and the pressure is just right and your eyes are glued to the sight of it. "Oh, fuck."

"Yeah?" she encourages. "Are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna cum on my feet?"

"Fuck, Jiwoo," you whine. You can feel the tension building, the pressure rising. "Don't stop."

"I'm not going to," she assures. "I want you to make a mess of them."

This is a side of her that you've not seen before. You don't have the mental capacity to analyse it now, but you are making a mental note to bring it up later. Right now, all you can focus on is the imminent painting of her feet. You're so close.

Your hips are thrusting upwards now, meeting her feet with each stroke. You don't need to say anything, Jiwoo can tell what's happening. Her smile only widens as she continues to jerk you off with her feet.

"That's it," she coaxes. "Give it to me."

It's only a few more strokes before you can't hold back any longer. You let out a groan as you throb and release, spilling cum over her feet. You watch it paint her skin, some of it dripping between her toes. Jiwoo keeps going, just milking you with her feet, making sure every last drop is on them.

"Holy shit," you breathe.

She looks proud of herself, lifting one of her feet to inspect the mess. "Well, that was new... and quick?"

"Hey now. You know how much of a hold you have on me," you say. "You've seen me get worked up over a lot less."

"True." She lowers her foot again. "But I think it's safe to say that we've found another weakness."