manifesting chan gets tats 

T/W : degradation, hyung kink, tiny bit of nipple play

top : changbin

bottom : chan

@skzchanchang i am so sorry it took this long but here ... tell me how it was after you read it :)

chan was severely knocked out, splayed all over his bed, snoring quietly.

he had worked his ass off in the studio and then exercised with changbin for two hours. half an hour in, he got tired but he wasn't tired of seeing changbin's muscles clench every time he would lift.

chan mumbled, smacking his lips in his sleep and turned around. a small smile wormed its way onto his lips, as he attempted to hug his sheets.

slowly but surely, chan started to get tangled in his blankets and woke up just struggling.

(but like .. same)

"fucksake.." he sighed, pulling himself up and tumbling towards the door. his stomach grumbled and chan rolled his eyes, pulling open the kitchen cupboards.

"yes, yes i know now shut the fuck up." he said to his belly, patting it, which was making terrible amounts of starving noises.

he froze as he felt two strong, thick arms snake around his waist. "which idio-

he turned around to face a smiling changbin, dangerously close to his face. "hello, channie!"

chan gulped as changbin pulled him closer, and whispered in his ear. "did you rest?"

the older stood there for a second, and pushed changbin, escaping from his hold. chan leaned against the fridge, nodding nervously. 

changbin raised a brow and walked over to chan, grabbing his hands. "hyung, why are you being weird?" chan shook his head, "i'm not being weird, who's being weird? not me, what are yo-

changbin blocked him from walking away again, placing his palms beside his head. chan's eyes widened, as he realised the position he was in. 

his lips were so close to changbin's. they were so soft looking, so pink.

the youngers eyebrows furrowed as he stared at his hyung, who was gazing at his ... lips.

"chan! stop staring at me!"

chan blinked, and immediately died inside. he had to make an excuse, otherwise changbin would be grossed out. what kind of leader stares at his members' lips?

a gay one.

changbin let his arms fall by his side, chan taking a few steps back.

"sorry bin, i'm just hungry. you know, zoning out is my thing nowadays." he said, laughing in pity of himself at the end.

"hyung, let me take you out to eat! i know a place and its so good." changbin pleaded, pouting and putting his hands in prayer mode.

chan rolled his eyes, as changbin got down on his knees, rubbing his hands together. "please! you deserve it!", the younger paused, "also, i'm craving meat."

chan kicked his butt playfully, helping him up. "yah, i knew you weren't being nice for free."

"you wanna let me take you out or what?"

chan blushed hearing that. changbin wanted to take him out, and spend time with him.

you'd have to be a complete idiot to refuse spending time with seo changbin. "yeah, yeah alright. lemme change first, okay?"

"YES!" changbin yelled, like he won a game or something. 

"wait a minute," changbin said, grabbing chan's arm. "are you ... are you blushing?"

chan buffered, not knowing what to say. "no, what? i-its really hot in here, hyunjin must've turned the heating up." he said, wriggling from changbin's grip and into his room.

"if you say so." 

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they sat opposite each other, changbin cooking the meat and chan slurping up the ramyeon that was too spicy for his weak ass.

"chan you look terrible. why the hell are you forcing yourself to eat that?" changbin asked, cutting the stripes of meat and laughing at him.

chan swallowed the food, and grabbed the water, guzzling that shit like there was no tomorrow.

changbin shook his head, and swapped the ramyeon with some hot rice and meat mixed together. "i don't know why you try to raise your spice tolerance when obviously, you've got a weak tongue."

not weak enough to wrap around your dick.

chan laughed feebly, now drinking the water at a steady pace. his eyes glided over to changbin, who wore a tight fitting black t shirt and shorts. his arms were so prominent with that on. 

he looked oh, so delicious. 

his curls bounced at every move to cook the meat, whilst his hands moved skilfully. every movement, tensed his arms, his biceps flexing. changbin's gained more muscle than he'd realised.

chan put the bottle down, shaking his head. no, that's your member. thinking about him like that is wrong, he will never like you back.

"okay, all done. lets eat."

chan smiled and nodded, picking up his cutlery and bringing food to his mouth. he glanced up at changbin who was eating in glee, doing a tiny happy dance.

warmth spread through his chest, seeing his crush so happy.

no, stop. lets just eat.

the two ate, conversation floating around here and there, not much as they lived together and there wasn't much to discuss. but just being in each others presence was good enough.

.^.^.^.^.^.

the two walked out of the restaurant, the cold air seeping to their bones.

"shit, when did it get this cold?" changbin exclaimed, clambering into the car. chan got in, switching on the heater and leaning back. "i have no idea."

the younger drove home, while chan pondered over his thoughts.

maybe staying away from changbin for a couple of weeks will help. i can always blame it on a comeback, right?

><><><

boy, was he wrong.

changbin had noticed how his hyung would purposely come home later than him, every day. and how if they managed to run into each other, the conversation would be so minimal, it was barely there.

chan wouldn't even go near him. if changbin tried to hug him or even just walk past him, chan would flinch, as if his touch would do something.

and if he was being honest, it hurt the younger. so he devised a plan. he paid jisung with boxes of ramen to take chan to the gym and pretend to leave to go to the bathroom and then changbin would come in and lock the door.

and thats where he was headed.

**

reaching for the door handle, jisung came out from the gym, yelping, not expecting to see changbin.

"shut up ji!" changbin scowled and jisung ran to their dorms, eager to start on that drama he had been wanting to watch.

changbin walked in, noticing chan going into the changing rooms, probably to wipe off the sweat. 

perfect.

he swung the door open, pinning a surprised chan to the door of a shower. changbin glared at chan, who was taken aback. "why have you been avoiding me?"

chan's mouth dropped open and his eyes widened, "i, uh, haven't been doing that, you kno-

"don't play fucking dumb with me here chan, tell me now!" changbin yelled, getting angrier and angrier. 

the older closed his mouth, refusing to answer. he was not ever going to tell him the real reason.

changbin picked up chan, "fine, we'll do it this way then." he opened the shower door and turned it on, the warm beads of water dripping down both their faces.

chan whimpered, changbin's glare beginning to look menacing. he looked away but not before changbin could grab his face, and bring it back to face him.

the rapper had a smirk on his face, tutting at chan's peculiar behaviour. "what's making you act like this, huh?"

changbin leaned in closer, the drops of water on his lips almost touching chan's. "are you shy? is that why little channie isn't speaking up?" changbin crooned, brushing his thumb over chan's bottom lip.

chan felt a blush rise to his face, hoping it wasn't obvious because of the water.

"i-it's because i ...", chan started, not able to look away due to changbin's grip of his jaw, stuttering, "like y-you, hyung."

changbin was shocked to say the least. he thought it was going to be a joke coming from his leaders' lips or a snide comment and then a push out of the way.

a smile grew on his face, "hyung?" changbin asked, a little shocked and extremely happy. at least his one sided crush wasn't one sided anymore.

no chances of hanahaki here. 

chan shook his head, moving towards the door. "that was stupid, i-i'm sorry i shouldn't have-

changbin grabbed chan's arm, and pulled him towards him, "no its okay, i liked it," he murmured before pressing their lips together. chan froze in the moment, letting changbin take the lead.

changbin wrapped one arm round his waist and let one travel down to his ass, squeezing it lightly. chan gasped, letting changbin's tongue slide in.

both their eyes closed as they let their lust take the lead, eating at each others faces.

changbin pulled away, chan whining and grabbing at his top to pull him in for another kiss.

"you're okay with this right?" changbin asked, making sure he wasn't pressuring chan into anything. the older nodded, "of course."

the younger shook his head, and laughed, "strip for me channie, i wanna see how pretty you are."

chan peeled off his clothes, watching in awe as changbin removed his top and shorts. his eyes roamed changbin's body, which looked like it had been carved in stone.

changbin smirked seeing chan's face and tapped his thigh, signalling for him to jump. chan wrapped his legs around his waist, immediately feeling his back hit the wall.

"i've seen the way you look at me baby, and its definitely not straight." changbin purred in chan's ear, who whined at the words.

"answer me, slut or you're not getting anything." he said, lightly slapping his firm ass. chan's head fell into the crook of his shoulder, biting back a moan.

"you're so desperate, from one kiss. that's so pathetic." changbin said pushing him against the tiles, sucking harshly at his neck, chan whimpering as their cocks rubbed together.

"h-hyungie, please.." he moaned, his dick leaking from the sparks of pain as changbin left dark marks all over his collarbone.

"tell me what you want, and maybe i'll give it to you."  changbin teased, running his fingers over chan's nipples. he took one between his fingers and gave it an experimental twist.

a louder moan escaped from chan, his face going red in embarrassment, nosing at changbin's neck.

"please, f-fill me up hyungie, fuck me until i can't remember my name." chan begged, grinding against changbin's now fully hard dick.

changbin groaned, "fuck," he placed chan down, "hands on the wall, lemme prep you."

chan nodded, gulping down his nervousness. its not like he hadn't fingered himself before, its just, now it was changbin doing it.

"this might feel a little weird, okay?" changbin said, slowly pushing in a single digit.

chan felt his whole body tingle, his breath hitching as changbin slowly added another finger. 

"hyung," chan whined, "want you in me," pushing his hips against the two fingers. changbin slapped his ass, curling his fingers, drawing a lewd moan from the boy beneath him.

"patience slut, or i won't fuck you at all, and you'll be cumming just from my fingers." changbin said, pushing in a third, chan's legs now shaking.

changbin started thrusting his fingers into chan, his legs almost giving out on him.

"hyung!" he mewled, feeling the tips of his fingers press against his prostate. he pushed back on that spot, fucking himself on changbin's fingers.

"r-right there, yes!" chan cried, his head getting fuzzy as he felt his high nearing. changbin was growing impatient, watching the older ride his fingers.

he pulled them out and picked chan up, sliding him down onto his dick. chan let out a hushed scream, tears running down his cheeks.

"h-hyu-ng," chan started. he could feel changbin in his throat. 

"shut up slut, i don't want to hear you." he pushed in two of his three fingers that was deep inside him, chan immediately sucking around them.

changbin groaned at how tight chan was, like his soft walls were squeezing his cock off. he slowly started to move, chan beginning to moan around the fingers.

"sh-shit you're so tight," he said, letting his head fall back as he gripped chan's waist with his hand, moving faster.

chan's eyes widened, feeling changbin hit all the right spots. drool gathered around his mouth, but he didn't care. all he could process was the pleasure he was recieving.

changbin removed his fingers, holding onto his waist and thrusting up harder, letting his head fall into chan's neck, grunting softly.

"you cockslut, i know you love this," he whispered into chan's ear, who was shaking, completely fucked out, just making noise at this point.

"hyungie, gonna come!" chan mewled as changbin slammed up directly onto his prostate, continuing to hit it.

"not yet, my pretty cocksleeve, wait for me," changbin said, chasing his high, his thrusts progressively getting sloppier and faster.

"fuck, cumming hyungie, cumming!" chan cried, his eyes rolling back and thighs shaking as he released over his chest. changbin pulled out and came all over chan.

changbin quickly washed them both off and wrapped chan in a towel and calling minho to bring them clothes.

chan wrapped his arms around changbin's neck and kissed him again, "i miss you being in me already hyung.."

changbin raised a brow, "channie, don't say that or i'll have to fuck you again and then minho will see and just, ew."

chan laughed, snuggling up closer to him, nosing at his chest. "so what are we now?"

changbin played with chan's curls, smiling fondly at his lover.

"we-

"YOU'RE DATING NOW OBVIOUSLY, YOU CORNY FUCKERS!" minho barged in, yelling, set the clothes down and went back out yelling about how chan is going to make so much noise at night.

they both paused and burst out laughing, changbin pulling chan in for a hug. "we're boyfriend and boyfriend now," changbin said, "oh! i mean, only if you want to be, you know-

"of course i want to binnie, what idiot would pass up that opportunity." chan giggled, pressing a kiss on changbin's nose.

"woop woop!" 

changbin placed chan down and starting dancing to hype boy, naked.

"omg, i can never see that dance normal ever again now."

"MINHO?!"

"UH-

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wow we hit 65k ... im just in shock. when i get really bored or sad, i remember you lot and honestly re reading all your comments makes me so eeeeeeeeeee

ykwim right

thank you guys so much even tho i'm barely fucking present, sorry about that as well. college has been eating me out.