"Heya, baby,"

Chan hoisted you down onto his lap, his lips peppering every inch of your skin that led to your neck, teeth grazing against your skin. He quickly found a place in the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent you gave off.

"You taste," He mumbled against your neck, hands gripping your thighs possessively. "Intoxicating." You could feel an underlying sense of... need. With the way his hands claimed your skin, desperate to feel every piece of you. His mouth, slightly agape, pressed against your neck—the presence of his teeth keeping you in place.