Your boyfriend Charlie had just had his tonsils out and he was very upset. He missed eating regular foods so much.
Every single day, he asked you if you could blend him some normal food to eat.
"Y/N, I'm hungry," he complained. "Blend me chicken strips or something."
"Charlie, you know I can't do that."
"Then give me something fun to do. Let me fuck you," he said, throwing ideas into the air.
"Charlie, the doctor said not to do anything that can raise your heart rate. You know that sex makes you excited."
He groaned and slumped back in bed.
"Then give me the remote," he said, unable to reach forward. You gently tossed it to him and he turned the TV on.
He opened Netflix and began to watch Big Mouth.
When 2 of the characters got into a messy kiss, that was it for Charlie.
"Y/N, come here."
You went over to him, wondering what he needed.
He suddenly grabbed your face and kissed you passionately. You held his face gently and kissed him, loving how puffy his lips were.
"Ugh, you have great lips to kiss," you mumbled. It was because of the surgery.
"I know," he said. You could feel him smiling.
A few seconds later, the kiss ended.
"I want to get better so bad. I can't wait to sing, and eat chicken strips and pizza, exercise, and best of all," he said, lowering his voice to a whisper, "fuck my babygirl."
"Oh, Charlie," you said, blushing.
"I love you, Y/N."
"I love you too, Charlie," you replied, kissing him again.
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