𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒 (IT)

❝make me❞ ( v.c )

oneshot - "make me"

summary: victor doesn't stop teasing
y/n in the classroom.

warnings: mature content & dirty talk!

writers note: i love victor criss with
all my heart oops.

FOR THE LOVELY
nicholashamiltons
ILY 💗

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you knew it was a bad decision to sit next to victor criss in the classroom. it all started with him staring at you and he knew you noticed. he wanted you to notice him eyeing you up and down. he couldn't help himself, you were just so beautiful.

it made you nervous and you told him to stop, which he gladly did. but victor also knew how much you wanted him too. that you needed him just as much as he needed you, eventhough you would never admit it to him.

today you were extremly glad that you and victor sat at the back of the class. it started out as a normal boring math lesson but soon you felt a hand on your thigh. you were surprised and turned to your right to see a smirking victor looking at you. his hand only lay on your thigh, not moving.

"victor, stop it", you whispered so the other classmates wouldn't hear you. victor looked around and saw that no one noticed what was going on in the back. so his hand traveled up higher, squeezing you thigh a little.

you gasped because of that. the teacher kept explaining something, but you stopped listening. you focused on keeping quiet while victor continued teasing you. he drew small circles on your inner thighs with his fingers and it felt good, eventhough you were wearing jeans. but you still slapped his hand away.

"don't", you warned him but victor laughed quietly. you turned you head back to the teacher to catch up but this time victor leaned closer to you and whispered in your ear.

"i want you, y/n". you shook your head, you knew he told you that to make you even more nervous. his hand was back on your thigh now and squeezed harder this time. you bit your lip and prayed that no one would turn around now. you were already lucky that the teacher was so caught up on the blackboard.

"stop it, victor", you whispered again and he smiled at you. "make me, babygirl", you felt his breathing on your neck before he left a small kiss right under your earlobe. then, he pulled off completely.

victor wrote something on a small piece of paper and handed it over to you. you sighed and opened it.

"

meet me later ?

"

( authors note )
someone get me a victor