a/n: this plot is kinda close to the first one but i’m not gonna beat myself up about it -eden<3
you have been dating aone for about three months. he asked you to be his girlfriend last weekend, and you are currently on your way to his house for the first time ever. all your date nights in had been at your place, and he did tell you why. he had a very energetic, hyper, loving hybrid puppy and he didn’t want you to be thrown off by him as he’s very touchy. you quietly laugh to yourself for a moment at the thought of such a quiet, calm, and sweet man like aone having a rambunctious puppy. you are a little nervous because it’s so clear that aones puppy means a lot to him, but you’re exited to meet him nevertheless.
you arrive at his house and give the door three firm knocks, which are immediately greeted by cute high pitched yips and a soft voice saying to settle down. the door creaks open to reveal your sweet boyfriend holding the cutest shiba inu you’ve ever seen. the pup squirms in his hold while yipping in delight, curled tail wagging as fast as possible.
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.
