#yummyyy

Charlie definitely has an oral fixation but the only one who’s worse than him is you.

You need something for your jaw, teeth, tongue, and lips to be doing.

Gum, suckers, anything to stop yourself from biting your nails or anything else that would actually hurt.

And that doesn’t stop with Charlie.

He’s just so… Yummy.

Anyone would want him in their mouth.

His lips, his skin, his fingers, his cock…

He often has to pry you off him, not cause he wants to, but cause he has to.

Recordings, appointments, meetings, etc.

“I know, babe. I’ll be back later, I promise.” He coos, petting your head as you lift yourself off his shoulder, a dark hickey with a bite mark surrounding it just barely covered by the fabric of his tshirt.

He likes seeing the marks you leave on him, they make him feel claimed, owned, loved.

And you love having him in your mouth.

It’s a pretty even trade.

When Charlie presses his fingertips against your pretty lips, you kiss and lick them until you open your mouth further for him.

He loves putting his fingers in your mouth when he’s fucking you, watching your eyes roll back as the pads of his digits press against your tongue.

Your moans rumble out around his fingers, before turning into whimpers as he presses them further down your throat.

Whenever he paints his nails you want them in your mouth even more.

The only thing he likes having in your mouth more than his fingers is his cock.

You love sucking on his tip and watching him moan.

The soft and hard skin twitching on your tongue, his precum leaking out of his slit and dripping onto your lips.

Feeling his cum drooling out the sides of your mouth and down your chin, despite the salty tang, makes you light headed.

And the salty taste of his skin is just as good.

You’re always biting his biceps, shoulders, thighs, anywhere that won’t be seen on camera.

There was one time that he had a massive hickey on his neck that couldn’t even be covered by heavy amounts of concealer.

He ended up having to move that recording to a different day.

You two learned your lesson, making sure to only leave marks on skin that would be hidden by his clothes.

But you forget sometimes.