5:42 pm.
you pace around the room wondering where sonic has been.
it's been 9 hours.
6:01pm.
he's still not home, so you sit down on the bed and your stomach begins to growl.
you don't want to eat without him, so you wait.
7:08pm.
sonic walks through the door.
"sonic, it's 7:00, where've you been?" you say with a look of concern on your face.
"that doesn't matter cutie, why don't i make us some dinner?"
"please do."
he takes his shoes and socks off, and you feel as if time starts to go by in slo-mo.
those blue feet, gosh. they're perfect in every way. you can't tell if it's obvious that you're starting at his feet.
"whatcha looking at cutie?"
he can tell, you know it.
"uh.." you're flustered and your cheeks turn rosy red.
" you're looking at my feet aren't you?"
"m- m- maybe..."
he walks over to the bed barefoot and sits down, criss cross.
he unfolds on of his legs and moves it to your direction.
"here's the dinner menu. want a taste?"
you move your face close to his foot, then you feel a lump in you throat and swallow it.
"what are you waiting for, y/n?" he wiggles his toes.
you're making eye contact with his foot.
your tongue begins to touch his big toe.
he's feet smell, but you kind of like it.
you circle your tongue around each of his toes slowly, enjoying every moment.
"aren't they so stinky?" you hear him say.
"mhm! so stinky!" you deeply inhale his fumes and exhale with relief.
he pulls his other foot over to you.
your tongue waters, it feels like you're in feet paradise.
you start nibbling on all 10 his toes one by one and he begins to giggle.
you lick his big toe, then stick it so far in your mouth it touches your uvula
"you're so good at this, y/n"
you take his toe out of your mouth.
"practice makes perfect" you smile.
it's been hours since you've started licking his delicious feet, but your tired now.
you yawn.
"can we take i take a break, i'm getting kind of tired."
"of course my love, we'll continue tomorrow."
you curl up next to him, lay your head on his chest, and fall asleep.
