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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      ボールルームへようこそ_|_Ballroom_e_Youkoso
  Relationship:
      Fujita_Tatara/Hiyama_Chinatsu
  Character:
      Fujita_Tatara, Hiyama_Chinatsu
  Additional Tags:
      Foot_Fetish, Foot_Jobs, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Femdom, femdom-ish,
      Coming_Untouched
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-15 Words: 3728
****** Chinatsu's Feet, Which Lead Her Forward ******
by BluKrown
Summary
     Tatara accidentally hurt Chinatsu in practice. And as repayment, the
     poor boy must give his partner a massage.
     Chinatsu just does not know that Tatara has some peculiar interests.
Notes
     I love the actual chemistry the two have in the cannon . . . I
     actually don't much care if they do end up together or not, but they
     still have an interesting relationship.
     This is my first time writing a fic focused on a specific fetish, but
     I feel like it's rather fitting for the cannon if you ask me
See the end of the work for more notes
The summer training course was well underway. Everyone was working hard, and,
at this moment, Tatara and Chinatsu were at a ceasefire, too tired of fighting
and decided to hold themselves from starting anything. For now at least.
A training day finally ended, with all four couples crouching and leaning to
huff, all tired from the hard slog of work. The other three couples did not
take long before motioning to leave the dance floor, glad to have time to rest.
Chinatsu and Tatara, however, stayed put. Both extremely tired from the strict
regime they had been put under.
Chinatsu let out a loud groan as she leaned against the wall, slowly sliding
down until she was sitting with her back against it.
Tatara went to sit down beside her, wiping his forehead with the sleeve of his
t-shirt but stopped on the account of Chinatsu giving him a deathly look.
“W-What?”
Chinatsu huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she turned her head away
as if pretending Tatara had not spoken or was even there.
Tatara let out a sigh, feeling he would regret that he asked, but he looked to
the girl with a serious look. “Seriously, Chinatsu-chan, what’s wrong?”
Turned to him, her eyes shooting venom and her facial expression matching so as
she finally answered, “You really are an idiot, Tatara.”
The boy did let this by, however, giving her a rather unappreciative look. “Say
it already.”
Chinatsu clicked her tongue, not answering straight away as if to still show
that she defied him in all shape and form. Then finally, she answered. “You
weren’t thinking about the position at all in the last few sections. Now,” She
then stretched out her legs, her ankles rolling to help the ache that was
growing ever more in a tendon in her thigh. “I’ll have an aching leg for the
next few hours or even day dammit.”
“I-Isn’t it normal to have a muscle ache or two? I mean-“
“This is why I said you’re an idiot.” Chinatsu interrupted bluntly. “You should
know what muscles should and shouldn’t hurt after a rehearsal or competition,
and this one, for your information is not one of those that should hurt.” She
pointed at her leg before continuing, “After all, if I hadn’t taken the lead in
the moment you would have been in way more trouble.”
Tatara, although annoyed by Chinatsu rather attacking and harshly critiquing
tone, still took the words to heart, nodding in response. She was right, she
was still occasionally saving him from worrisome missings of steps and
movements, she was a natural leader after all.
There was silence, Chinatsu still staring daggers while Tatara tried to avoid
those same eyes. Finally, Tatara spoke.
“I-I’m sorry Chinatsu-chan. I know I’ve gotta be more careful when it comes to
thinking about what’s best for the team, and not just whether it looks good or
not. I . . . Guess I still haven’t learnt since then . . .” He tried to ignore
the memories of his first true competition with Mako, how Sengoku had shouted
across the dancefloor to tell him not to do the special Sengoku had made just
for him, as he knew his muscles and body would give in halfway through.
Chinatsu must have seen the rather discouraged look, so she got to her feet,
treading lightly on her strained leg. “Fine. But,” Tatara had risen his head
thinking he would get away with it, and Chinatsu stopped him from finishing his
conclusion. “You have to give me a massage, as payback for this,” She then
gestured to her sore leg.
Tatara, however, cautiously shook his head. “N-No . . . I’d rather not.”
“Huh? Why not?” Chinatsu slowly became more offended and further agitated, she
had just given in to Tatara, she was not going to, however, give in all the
time.
“Well . . . It’s just that . . . Um . . .”
“Spit it out already.”
“Uh . . .”
Chinatsu let out a huff. “If you really don’t want to do it then just say it.”
With that she took steps to leave the ballroom floor, heading to the hallway
outside-
“Fine.”
This stopped her in her tracks, she then turned to look back at the boy. Giving
an extremely inquisitive look, as she still doubted if he was being genuine.
“I’ll do it. Just . . .” Tatara’s hands came to fiddle with the loose hem of
his shirt. “Just don’t get . . . weirded out or anything . . .” The second part
was more of a small mumble, barely comprehensible form Chinatsu’s distance.
She shrugged it off, giving a small satisfied smile. “Then don’t make it weird
then.”
 
===============================================================================
 
“Alrighty.” Chinatsu laid down on her bed, the other girls had already left to
go to the public bathhouse.
Tatara sat on the floor, elevated by his knees so he could reach for her
appropriately.
“Now,” She pointed to her leg, where to touch and where not as if too much
stress was put on a specific muscle, it would only hurt it more. “And you know
how to do it right?”
“Ah . . . Yeah . . . I usually massage by grandma and dad’s back occasionally.”
Tatara said, trying to focus on the girl and not to the place where he was
asked to focus his attention.
“Cool, just use the same sort of thing, just be a bit more careful with me, the
muscles can be troublesome. Just make sure to go from the knee down the curve
of my foot.”
Tatara nodded, taking the girl’s leg in his hands and getting to work on her
lower shin, his thumbs carefully pressing strong circles into her soft and
smooth skin.
Chinatsu closed her eyes, letting out a long exhale through her nose as she
relaxed. The touch was pleasing, and although there was a twinge where Tatara
may have slipped and pressed wrongly, it was satisfactory either way.
Tatara continued his work, and although he was cautious, he thought,  This
isn’t too bad .
This, however, was not true as he reached where Chinatsu's leg met on her
ankle, where he got a clear view of her long and delicate feet.
Tatara felt himself swallow, his attention fading from his intended task as he
looked at the finely shaped feet. How smooth the bottoms of her feet were for
someone who wore heels when they danced and tight school shoes to school. She
must really try to keep them where cared for, which for some reason only aided
in Tatara growing further aroused.
But he must not. He must not show how he was feeling. As Chinatsu would see it,
and then he would be partnerless again, he wouldn’t be able to dance with the
girl, nor talk to her at school, nor go watch or do competitions with her. He
must not.
As Tatara was trying to focus on control his sudden harsh arousal, thinking of
anything apart from Chinatsu’s beautiful feet which lay under his hands.
Chinatsu, on the other hand, was enjoying it. A massage was all well and good,
but the atmosphere around them, although still sort of stiff, was relaxing all
the same. As if all the tension from the past few days, which were full of
arguing and shouting were a hundred years ago. It was kind of refreshing, not
having to be angry at the boy or Tatara being angry at her.
Chinatsu opened her eyes, looking around the bedroom, the others beds, the
luggage and then caught on the boy beside him. His head was low, focusing on
the thing at hand. His back was stiff, as if still cautious and uncomfortable.
In some ways, Chinatsu could not blame him. Her eyes slid over Tatara’s chest,
down his abdomen to where his legs began. Only something caught her eye.
“Hey, Tatara?”
“Y-Yeah?” Tatara answered, only half aware as he continued to focus on
restraining his utter arousal at touching and looking at Chinatsu’s feet up
close.
“You're hard. Aren’t you?”
Suddenly, Tatara jumped away, sliding across the bedroom floor until his back
hit the far side.
Now Chinatsu saw Tatara in full view. His face was flushed, a red tinge on his
cheeks and forehead. There was a small glisten of sweat, that, if it had been
from dancing a few minutes before, it would have already dried up. His chest
was also heaving as if he had run a mile, which definitely was not the distance
of the between bedroom walls.
Chinatsu sat up, a dull pain still present in the tendon, although it had
lessened. He had done some good at least.
She knew she would have to speak, as leaving it to the rather embarrassing mess
in front of her would take longer and more awkward by the moment.
“Why are you hard?” Knowing her previous question was answered just by his
reaction.
“Ah . . . .” Tatara seemed to crumple up into a ball, his knees coming to his
chest and his arms wrapping around his shins. “I-I’m sorry . . .”
“I didn’t ask for an apology. I asked  why .”
She could understand that this situation could be perceived as erotic, although
it would have made more sense, however, if it had been a full body massage, not
just a sore tendon in one of her legs.
“Ah . . . Um . . .” Tatara visibly fiddled with the words, fussing over whether
he should tell the truth or make something up. But he had a lurking suspicion
Chinatsu would look straight through him.
“Spit it out already.”
“Ah  . . . I . . . I have a  . . . A thing for . . .  For-ah . . . For Feet. ”
Tatara then braced himself, sensing a typhoon of insults and disgusted comments
to come at him. He had never told anyone this, and he never thought he would
have to, especially not to his dance partner.
“Huh?” Chinatsu’s head tilted to one side, her eyes furrowing in a confused
look. “What do you mean by ‘thing’?”
“Ah . . .” Tatara swallowed, his mouth dry. HIs breathing was still heavy and
uneven, only due to the fact his heart was not helping things, with it beating
harshly in anxiety. “It’s . . . Uh . . . A thing  . . . Where um- . . . I  . .
. Get-um turned on by . . .. by feet.”
Chinatsu let out a humming sound, her lips pursed as her eyes surveyed the boy.
“Hey . . .”
“W-What?”
“What do you think about my feet? What makes them so hot?” To be truly honest,
it was out of pure curiosity that she asked such an out of place question.
“Uh . . . Um . . . I think they're nice . . . They’re real, um, skinny and
smooth.” Tatara could not really describe it, in truth, as he just
instinctively liked them. The curve of the arch, the pedicured toenails which
today were a bright pink or the just the pure thin shape.
Chinatsu let out another humming sound when she heard him out, then, she lifted
a hand, her finger motioning him in a  come here  motion. “Come over here.”
“W-What? Why?”
Chinatsu shrugged, “Just ‘cos.”
“That’s not really enough of a-”
“Just do it,” Chinatsu said, her tone commanding.
Silently, Tatara cautiously walked back to the bed, both of his hands tugging
down on the fabric of his shirt, hiding the erection underneath.
For a moment, they were silent. Chinatsu sitting on the edge of the bed, her
eyes roving over Tatara and his rather stiff and shifting form. Tatara tried
desperately not to look at her, and just as he opened his mouth to speak,
Chinatsu beat him to it.
“Sit down. On the floor.”
“Huh? I don’t-”
Chinatsu did not speak to stop him, but her eyes spoke for her.
Tatara swallowed and obeyed. Sitting down politely, before looking back to the
girl who now sat above her.
Chinatsu’s head tilted once again to the side, her eyes helping herself to look
over Tatara’s body, but mostly to where he hid his arousal.
“Tatara, would it be fine if I touched it?”
“H-HUH?!” Tatara’s voice was loud, and although he wanted to further question
her with words, Chinatsu gave a warning look. Knowing there may be other
occupants of the training camp around to hear them.
Tatara let out a breath, calming his own beating heart, which was pounding in
his chest. giving himself a moment before finally replying. “What do you mean
by that, Chinatsu-chan?”
It was Chinatsu’s turn to flush red, yet she frowned and stiffened as if she
truly did not want to tell. “I-I’m curious ‘is all.”
“That’s not really a reasonable-”
“Do you want me to touch you or not?”
This left the boy to pause, his mouth half open to object. His eyes looked at
the girl’s feet where he then gulped. It was an opportunity he could not
refuse. He could never see an opportunity like this come up ever again.
Tatara nodded, resigning his fate.
Chinatsu licked her lips, her teeth biting the inside of her lip. She then
moved her left foot, reaching out to brush against his tented crotch. Where she
then pressed the ball of her foot to the skin and she watched as Tatara
restrained a moan, a shiver coursing down him as he closed his eyes.
“T-This . . . . T-This is weird . . .”
“Why are you the one complaining?” This seemed to silence the boy, at least for
now.
For a moment, they were silent. The sounds of Tatara’s pants moving under
Chinatsu’s foot and the harsh breaths and small moan the only thing to break
through the rather uncomfortable silence.
“C-Can . . . Ah . . . Um . . .” Tatara broke the silence, cautiously trying to
phrase what he was yearning to do. His brain fritzing as he tried to ignore the
horribly arousing touch as he finally finished, “C-Can you . . . Touch . . . Me
um . . . Properly?”
Chinatsu frowned, trying to control the hard thumping in her chest as the
rather hot feeling growing in her lower stomach at each little sound the boy
made. For a moment, she was going to reject him, give him a reply to save her
pride as she would give away her own fake innocence if they furthered any
farther. But she did not. She wanted to continue, that was the plain and simple
truth.
“F-Fine . . . I suppose we could . . .”
Tatara nodded, nervously tugging his pants down his legs. Although he then
reached for his underwear, he stopped the reality of the situation causing him
to halt.
“Take them off Tatara,” Chinatsu said, her tone serious. Her foot hovering,
waiting to touch him once again.
 “B-But  . . .”
“You were the one who asked for this, right?”
Tatara pressed his lips together, thoughts swirling around in his mind, as his
eyes looked from Chinatsu to her feet. He then, finally, nodded.
He was about to tug his pants down his waist, but Chinatsu stopped him. With
her rather flexible toes, she gripped her toes on the waistband and tugged the
cloth down, with Tatara’s help of course.
Tatara’s cock sprung to life once the restraints of his pants were released.
The air was pleasing to his skin, which was burning for the want to be touched
again by Chinatsu’s delicate foot.
Chinatsu swallowed, preparing herself as she lowered her foot once again but
only to touch bare skin. At this, Tatara let out an unrestrained moan, rolling
his head back in ecstasy from the strain of wanting to be touched as well as
the pure image of Chinatsu’s foot touching his skin.
She rolled her toes over the tip, wetting her toes with the pre-cum that was
already slithering down his length. This made it forever easier as Chinatsu
moved to use the ball of her foot, moving by the ankle over the tip.
Chinatsu’s eyes, although occasionally going to check on where she touch him,
had all of her attention on the boy himself as he shuffled and groaned at the
touch, how his eyes tightened when is more pleasurable than others and how he
had to breathe out of his nose to keep his mouth from uttering his
satisfaction.
Suddenly, she stopped. Lifting her foot away for a moment. And almost in an
instant, Tatara let out a whimper, his eyes widening to look to Chinatsu
longingly.
Chinatsu let out a long ‘shh’ sound, a small smile growing on her lips as she
lifted her other foot up, and although her tendon twinged and ached, she
stretched her legs outwards to then put his cock in between the two arches of
her feet before pressing the balls and heels of her toes together. Tatara’s
breathing suddenly elevated, the space between the arches were small and
squeezed around him. He could only shiver at the cool skin of Chinatsu’s feet.
Chinatsu hoped it was not obvious, but if Tatara were to look at her own
crotch, he would find a moist patch between her legs.
In a few moments, wherein the two tried to ready themselves, getting used to
the position before Chinatsu began to lower and raise her foot up and down
Tatara’s length.
Tatara, restraining from opening his mouth, let out a low hum deep in his
throat, his chest heaving as his tongue occasionally came out to lick his lips
which often dried up.
“Hey, when you get yourself off,” Chinatsu swallowed, feeling her pulse quicken
as another small groan came from the boy who was at the mercy of her feet. “Do
you do it to the actual woman, or to her feet?”
 Tatara gave a rather surprised look, although it was mixed with the
expressions of aroused discomfort. “Uh . . . I-um . . . Do it t-t-to the woman
. . . The . . . The feet are just . . .”
“An added bonus?” Chinatsu finished him.
Tatara nodded, gulping as he shuffled under the grip of the two feet, the two
feet rubbing the length slowly, as Chinatsu tried to balance her movements.
“How does it work for me then?”
Tatara gave a half confused look again, his mouth opening up as he let out a
small moan again.
“I mean . . . Am I just good for my feet?”
Tatara quickly shook his head, looking right into Chinatsu’s eyes, although he
did show nervousness, he was utterly truthful as he said with a faulty voice,
“C-Chinatsu-chan . . . Is really c-c-cute . . . S-So w-with your feet . . . I-
It makes it . . . E-Extra special.”
Chinatsu licked her dry lips, biting her lower lip even as she watched Tatara
enjoy the touch of her feet on his cock. She could feel her arousal, how her
own crotch seemed to be affected by her boiling pulse as she felt her clit grow
more and more sensitive as she felt herself rolling her lips against the
fabrics of the bed.
She could feel the shiver and pulse of the length through the palm of her feet,
she knew where he was sensitive, this being the base and tip. So she would then
slightly tighten the grip of her feet as she reached the end or top of his
shaft making the boy moan incessantly each and every time.
“C-Chinatsu . . . I-I’m ah .  . . I’m getting . . . getting close.” Tatara
moaned, shuffling as his body stiffened.
She let go of her grip on his cock, pressing her left foot onto the tip,
rotating the top around on the ball of her foot, teasing him as her other foot
lifted to Tatara’s half-opened mouth, where a line of drool slowly dripped down
her chin.
Without any word, Tatara opened his mouth further, allowing the girl to touch
her toes against his tongue. She could feel his heavy breaths on her skin,
“D-Doesn’t it stink?” Chinatsu only then realised, going to tug her foot out of
his mouth, only for Tatara’s hand to grip the ankle.
“N-No . . . They-ah . . .  They s-smell nice, even.” He muttered, kissing her
big toe before his tongue licked the pad of it and Chinatsu could feel a sudden
shiver pulse down her back. His lips then wrapped around the toe, sucking on it
as his tongue lulled around it in circles.
Chinatsu moaned, the sensation utterly arousing. She wanted to use her hands,
wanted to touch herself to satisfy this aching, but she couldn’t with this
position it was near impossible to do so, with her using her arms as the only
means of keeping her balanced on the bed. She could only rotate her hips in a
messy and uncoordinated manner, hoping and praying for friction against her.
Tatara’s hand which still held onto Chinatsu’s ankle, slipped to her arch, his
thumb slowly massaging the sensitive skin as his tongue licked in between the
gaps of her tongues, enjoying the taste of her skin. The slight tang of sweat
on his tongue was addictive.
He could feel it coming, he could feel his climax coming. He did not want it to
end. He knew that once it was over it was over for good. He would not get any
other chance to do this, he could not let this end. No, not when he was being
touched by Chinatsu’s feet and he could touch her, and to hear the occasional
moan from her only made him want to cum and not cum even more.
“C-Chinatsu-chan ah- I’m . . . I’m gonna cum, Chinatsu-chan.” Tatara murmured,
half understandable under him talking with her toes in his mouth.
Chinatsu could only smile, her mind fogging as she could only feel the worth
emanating from her feet and her crotch. Her head hanging on her shoulders as
she managed to press herself just as she had wanted on the bed, leaning her
waist downwards as much as she could to revolve her clit on the fabrics.
Tatara seemed to jerk, his shoulder shivering harshly as a harsh groan came
out, half muffled by the toes. Chinatsu slid them out as she felt thick liquid
squirting onto her feet. And even she let out a harsh pleasured sigh.
The boy on the floor swallowed, his chest heaving as his post-ejaculation fog
clouded his mind.
Tatara’s eyes then strayed away, roving down Chinatsu’s rather heaving chest,
past her stomach to where her legs were still sprayed. Until her own signs of
pure arousal caught his eyes. And through his muzzled and misted mind, he
looked up to the girl, how he heaved and how she bit her lip as she looked back
to him.
“C-Chinatsu . . . -chan . . . Do . . . Do you want help?” Looking back to in
between her legs then back to her.
Chinatsu swallowed, lowering her head down for a moment, trying to ignore the
feeling of utter embarrassment as she told him.
"N-No need."
 
End Notes
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