Bb-blu-love - 💎

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"I got all I need You know nothing else can beat The way that I feel when I'm dancin' with my girls Perfect energy Yeah, we flawless, yeah, we free There's no better feelin' in the whole wide world"

—🥠Easy does it. ((C.BC x FEM!READER))

genre: smut rating: mature warnings: oral// Fem receiving, masturbation, pillow humping wc: 1,069.

synopsis: you’re so so desperate for relief and only Chan can help, enjoy!🫶🏻

You're furious, on the very edge of tears. Wrists sore. Finger ends shrivelled up into a soggy pruned mess and you blow out another noise of frustration- breaking into one lone pathetic sob as it tapers off.

Giving up, you slap your hand on the sheets in search of your phone. It doesn't have much battery left now, but you hope it can hold on just that little bit longer- just enough to get you over the hill so you can be greeted by a peaceful rest. Something you haven't had in about three nights now. You open up a new tab, making sure to keep it in the private tab as you pull up your good old faithful website, hopefully some visuals could take care of your little problem. Truthfullly, you need something to hear more than see.

The moans from your chosen video are bouncing off the walls, the male in the video unknowling dirty talking to your room as you rub desperately against your clit. You don't have time to work yourself slowly into the lull of false secrurity again- it's been long enough already.

Your fingers are picking up speed, not really completing full circles anymore as you feel the burn building once again- and then nothing. Bedroom becoming silent as your last remaining hope leaves you hanging for what feels like the millionth time. Launching your phone into the darkness, you don’t care what it hits anymore. Don't care about retrieving it to plug it in to the charger should you actually need it any time soon. Don't care that the room has grown lifeless and cold around you due to night settling in. Your hands fly up to your face as you start crying, sticky fingers pulling at the roots of your hair.

You're well and truely blue balled. Blue vulvad, if you will.

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Chan returns home from overseas promotions that night, keys jingling a cute little tone as they twist to unlock the front door. He swings it open, face twisting in confusion as he does so- you shouldn't be awake at this hour? But all the lights are still on, and you didn't answer his messages to expect him within the coming hours. His ears perk up at some small noises in the distance of the home. Sniffles and muffled cries from beyond the boundries of your shared room. Chan moves with haste in your direction- fearing bad news.

Pushing the door open slowly this time as not to startle you, he hears a small thump as he meets resistance. For some reason the only light you don't have turned on, is the one in the room your currently occupying. But the light spilling in from behind him is enough to illuminate your phone, screen smashed as it lay by his feet.

"baby?" he calls, a timidness coating his words. I'm gonna turn the light on okay?". He stalls for a few moments, giving you the time to cover your eyes before the bright bulb can flood your senses.

He flips the switch, head only just popping round the corner -body not wanting to follow until he knew what was before him. Boy, was he not prepared for what did meet his eyes.

You're sat up on your knees, his pillow folded below your cunt as you hopelessly drag your hips across it with no sense of pace or rhythm. Dried tear tracks making way for a fresh flood as you meet his eyes.

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"You’re too tense", chan points out- tone rather flat compared to the soft shine in his eyes as he looked at you with pity.

"Yeah no shit" you snap back, immediately feeling bad and following it up with a short apology. It wasn't entirely his fault afterall. He only left you for two weeks, entirely common in your relationship. But this time felt harder. Lonelier.

His hand cups your cheek, thumbs rubbing away the salty liquid dampening your face. "It's okay baby, let me help?".

You agree with no hesitation, hips stuttering agaist the fabric resting between your folds as Chan begins to place wet kisses to the column of your throat- ample lips leaving a trail of love across the span of your collar bones and down the valleys of your boobs, causing you to whine in your state of impatience like a sad encore.

"Patience. You're too wound up, no wonder you can't cum". You know he's right and so you put up little to no fight when he tenderly pushes on your shoulders to lie you agaist the mattress, relocating his dampened pillow to your lower back in order to raise your hips.

He's back to kissing your ribs, skin welting up below his plump lips as he decorates you with love. Chan's talented in many ways- especially in making your heartrate speed up and slow down in unision.

Travelling lower and lower, he licks a circle around your navel before continuing on his descent. Shuffling to get comfortable, Chan wraps his arms around your thighs and splays his hands in place on your abdomen before delving into your awaiting cunt.

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"Fuck sweetheart, you taste so good. You've been cooking this up for a while huh?". It's somehow praise and teasing at the same time and it's driving you to new levels of depravity as you rotate your lower half in sync with him- nose bumping the raw cluster of nerves between your legs.

You're short of breathe, swallowing as good as you can through a dry mouth so you can chant his name back to him. "God yes channn~ Channie, baby please". That all familiar heat is rising again and you prepare yourself for disappointment, clenching at the loose sheets from your tantrums before Chan arrived. The waterworks threaten to open. Your face contorting in concentration, desperate not to let this one slip out of grasp like the many others.

"You need to relax for me. Just lie there all pretty, let me do the work"

Your nodding, actively trying not to rise in Chan's hold -"im trying Chan, im trying so hard", he coo's at you. Determination clouding both your minds.

"I know baby, I know. You're almost there" he slides two thick fingers into you, causing you to begin spasming in his embrace. Your sounds of pleasure are scratchy as he brings you to a screaming finish, "good girl".

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