warnings.fruit, spitting, fem receiving oral, slight exhibitionism
you can’t help but notice how sensually kamo choso eats mangoes. you feel bad for it, eating mangoes isn’t supposed to be sensual. you’re not supposed to get hot and bothered by watching your boyfriend eat fruit. but the way he swirls his tongue around the tip, collects all of the liquid and swallows and breathlessly sighs after taking a bite makes you seriously, really believe that he’s doing it on purpose.
“‘s so yummy,” he says and it’s breathy. his cheeks are flushed pink because of the summer heat, his hair is tied in a messy low bun. “ya wanna try some?”
you’re not really paying attention to his words — eyes glued to the way mango nectar drips from his chin, onto his bare chest. you have the fleeing thought of you in between his legs, tongue flat against his tits.
he’s smirking. he knows the effect he has on you. “my love?” the pet name makes you shiver on this hot, sunny summer day. you hum in questioning. “do you wanna try some? it’s really good.”
“yeah. mhm.” you’re about to get up from the lousy beach chair, but he beats you to it. choso has a knee in between your thighs — one hand on the back of the chair, supporting him, other still holding his mango. he sucks on the mango, eyes on yours, then kisses you — lips wet and sweet and sticky.
