imagines || charlie puth

11

recording studio

i walked into charlie's home recording studio, where he was sat, editing a recent song, but not concentrating too well and just messing around a little.

i watched him work for a minute or two, a small, fond smile on my lips as i watched him, before i walked over and sat on his lap, straddling him.

"hey." he smiled, leaning up to kiss me softly, one of his hands resting on my thigh, the other on my waist.

"you alright?" i asked softly.

"mm, i just need a little inspiration." he said.

"play it to me." i said, and he nodded, doing so.

as i listened to what he'd produced so far, often complementing it, charlie pulled my t-shirt over my head, his gaze falling to my boobs, in a cute bralette he'd gotten me.

i giggled lightly, and gave him a couple of ideas for the song, him nodding and adding them, adapting them slightly to fit his and the song's style, all the while giving me kisses and finding himself looking at my boobs.