Good Night (Charlie Puth x reader)
Okay, new Charlie Puth imagine. Requested by two anon.
Empty Chinese takeout boxes and bottles sat on the coffee table in front of the tv. Supernatural was on and you and Charlie were snuggled on the couch paying attention to each other a lot more than what was going on with Sam and Dean. Your legs were straddling his hips on the couch, his lips on yours. “We should really-” you were cut off as he placed his lips back on yours. His gentle touches and rough kisses heated the room quickly, and you were both panting for breaths after a few minutes. “I should get going,” you whispered through your heavy breathing, “It’s almost three in the morning.”
“You could stay the night,” he proposed, “It’s too late to go home now. Plus, we’ve been drinking.” I could get an Uber, you thought. “Just stay. I can tell you’re tired,” he told you. After you agreed, you got up and began collecting all of the empty cartons and glasses to put in recycling. He turned off the television and grabbed the few bottles left on the table and followed you to the kitchen. After tidying up, he led the way to his room upstairs, grabbed a large shirt and boxers and tossed them at you. “Use these.” You nodded your head and went into the bathroom to change.
When you exited the bathroom, he was already in bed, waiting. “Come here,” he mumbled, smiling. A cute grin graced your face as you stumbled your way to him before jumping into bed, into his arms. He pulled you into his chest before turning off the light. “Good night,” you mumbled. “Night, Angel,” he whispered before kissing your temple and falling asleep.