Imagine Chandler touching you during class.
• You try your best to pay attention, but you can feel a cold hand on your thigh.
• You bite your lip and write some notes in your notebook.
• The hand moves further up your leg, gently squeezing.
• You look over at the culprit, who's smirking at you.
• "Chan, stop." You whisper.
• He ignores you and slips his hand between your legs, rubbing your crotch area.
• "Chandler." You say a little louder and firmer.
• It grabs some people's attention, but they lose interest just as quickly.
• You slap Chandler's hand away.
• He pouts and whispers, "fine, but don't think I'm not fucking you in the bathroom later."
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
【C.G + C.R Imagines】
Fanficrequests: open [carl grimes and chandler riggs imagines] I write too many books, I have no self control.