Just remembering his cock down your throat and his hands in your hair make you lick your plump bottom lip. Trailing your hand down your neck, through the valley of your breasts, and down your stomach, you halt as soon as it reaches the top of your mound. 

Chan would hopefully be home soon; he could help you take care of the sudden onslaught of heat beginning to radiate from your core if you could simply wait. 

Whining quietly, you open your eyes and contemplate the idea of waiting. The thought doesn’t last long, and you know if he catches you he’d most likely be a little peeved because he wants to be the one to pleasure you now that you guys live together. He took pride in being the one to make you orgasm… but what he didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him, right?

You let your hand continue its path down until you can outline your folds lightly with your fingertips. Within seconds, your mind is solely focused on the treacherous path of your fingers--two on one hand beginning to circle your clit as the ones on your other hand massage your breast. Small moans leave your lips as the pleasure begins to build along with the song, and you know with the memory of your boyfriend and your masterful fingers that this won’t last long. Just as the song comes to its end, you feel the addicting bliss of orgasm beginning to edge out your consciousness.

Right when the first wave begins to crest, your music gets turned off and you hear the sound of a throat being cleared, and a shiver runs down your spine as you easily recognize the voice. 

“Having some fun without me, yeah?” He questions after a quiet moment.

Taking in a shaky breath, you release yourself and turn off the now lukewarm water. Your hands shakily open the shower curtains just enough to peek your face out, and the look on your boyfriend’s face causes your clit to throb. You almost want to squeeze your thighs together to help yourself along, he just looks that delicious, but you know you’d be in trouble. 

His arms are crossed over his chest, his sleeveless shirt showing off his vascular muscles, and his eyebrow is raised as he lifts the corner of his lips in a smirk. It was the hardness in his gorgeous brown eyes though that creates a warmth in your cheeks due to the embarrassment of being caught.

You watch as his left arm uncurls so he can point at the floor in front of him. “Care to come out and show me what you were doing?”

Gulping, you take your bottom lip between your teeth as you hesitate, and after a moment you open the curtains enough for you to step out and go to where he wants you. You don’t move once there, and when his eyebrow raises again, you whimper and begin to resume your activities from just a moment ago. 

When your fingertips touch your clit again, the throbbing from before comes back full force as you watch his eyes zoom in on the movement. Your legs are barely open, and your hand isn’t moving that fast, but whatever you are doing doesn’t seem like enough because soon Chan is moving towards you. His hands take hold of your thighs and soon you are lifted into his arms as he turns around and gently deposits you onto the bathroom counter. The marble feels cold against your warm, wet skin, and he must see you shiver cause soon he’s rubbing his palms up and down your thighs before slowly spreading your legs open. 

He takes in a small, shaky breath at the sight of your clenching core, causing his hands to tenderly squeeze your knees. “You can continue,” he whispers as his eyes meet yours. 

Nodding your head, your fingers return to your nub as your other hand grabs at his shoulder, gripping it so you won’t fall backwards. He seems to approve of that action by kissing the back of your hand lovingly, his eyes never once leaving yours. 

Your pointer and middle finger circle your clit before dipping into the increasing wetness of your channel, and you let yourself clench around the damp digits. The added lubrication when you go back to your throbbing cluster of nerves is welcome, and after watching you for a few seconds, Chris’ left hand leaves your knee to rub the front of his black ripped jeans, making you moan. 

You had noticed them becoming tighter since he first saw you, but now the zipper is practically bulging as his cock hardens. You can almost see the head of his dick as it throbs in his left pant leg, and for a moment you wish you were on your knees in front of him, opening the gift that just keeps on giving. Meeting his eyes, you see the fire dancing in his irises, and for a moment the both of you just take in the sight and knowledge that pleasuring yourselves in front of each other is turning the both of you on immensely. Your pussy clenches, and the speed of your fingers increase, almost causing your eyes to flutter closed. 

“Don’t close your eyes, baby girl, and don’t stop.”

Whimpering, you do as he says and watch as he begins to unbuckle his belt slowly. His nimble fingers almost lazily unbutton his jeans, and you immediately know he’s teasing you as he lowers his zipper at a snail’s pace. “Channie,” You whine as your fingers slow down. 

“I told you not to stop, baby girl,” He growls as he moves his hands away from his crotch, making it clear he will stop if you stop. “You wanted to touch yourself without me here, so now I get to watch you make yourself cum.”

You groan in disappointment but continue the motions, and after a few seconds he brings his hands back to his crotch. When he finally pushes his jeans open enough that he can reach in and take out his cock, you’re practically salivating and on the verge of your climax. Between his demanding tone, lustful eyes, and teasing sights, you’re right there ready to fall. He notices too and rewards you by freeing his dick from its confines.

“Don’t stop,” he repeats.

If you weren’t on the verge of coming you’d question him, but soon you feel the head of his cock against your slit, making you moan loudly. Chan moves in towards you, his lips ghosting over yours, and just as your orgasm starts, he plunges his cock into your depths, causing your entire world to fall apart. Your eyes roll back into your head as Chan brings your spasming body into his arms, his cock inside of your orgasming pussy increasing your pleasure tenfold. Your hand that had been rubbing away at your clit moves to clutch his bicep, and you faintly hear him curse as you repeatedly squeeze around his cock.

Before your orgasm can even fully ebb away, he starts fucking you hard and fast. His right hand is clutching your hip in a near bruising hold, giving him leverage as he forces you into overstimulation. Within two thrusts he has your wet, tangled hair wrapped around his hand, and the burning on your scalp only adds to the painful pleasure he’s giving you. 

“Y/n,” he pants as he forces you to look at him. Noticing your fucked out expression, he curses loudly in a grunt.

Meeting his eyes as best as you can as the overstimulation turns into blinding pleasure, you feel him hit your g-spot near perfectly with every thrust. Your second orgasm is already building again, and based off of his blown pupils, you know he’s just as close. 

“Christopher,” you moan loudly. “Mm, please--!”

He pants out, “What do you need, baby?”

“Kiss me.”

He immediately grants your request, and soon you’re engulfed in a passion filled kiss. His cock never stops it’s pace even though his kisses are slow and calculated, and when he sucks your bottom lip into your mouth you feel your second orgasm erupt. Your orgasm brings about his own, and soon he’s pulsing inside of you, filling you with his cum as you both ride out your euphorias.

A minute passes, the both of you just holding onto each other as you come down from your highs, and once he thinks he can stand without leaning against the sink, Chris lifts himself away from you a bit, leaving his cock still inside, and kisses your forehead. 

“Are you okay?” He whispers into your skin.

“Mm,” you groan quietly. “Yeah… I’m just… fuck.”

Chan chuckles softly as he rests his forehead against yours. “Sorry. Hearing you moaning and then watching you really got me going.”

“Don’t apologize,” you breathe. “That was amazing.”

“Not too much?”

Leaning back so you can look at his smiling face, you fondly kiss his dimple, causing him to smile wider. “Just what I needed actually. Regarde-Moi came on, and you know how much I love that song.”

“Ahh,” Chan nods. “It all makes sense now. You were remembering when you swallowed my cock that night, right?”

“A night to remember.”