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BinChan Giant - Europe Compilation ❤

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Chan and Changbin in the rain in Paris (2025.07)

1-2: giaw_yuh 3: huiracha 4: xhslink.com/m/ASL1Ytd8wi5 5-6: giaw_yuh

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NSFW: BinChan maintenance spanking (1k words)

Trans Chan / daddy kink / fingering / dom!changbin / sub! Chan / smut & fluff

Chan is always especially prescious in the morning. Soft and malleable when Changbin bends him over the knee, sleep-warm where Changbin squeezes his ass. Slow, sleepy blinks against the early morning light falling through the bedside window, barely aware of what's going on when he jolts at the first hit. The soft whine that escapes him more one of surprise than of pain.

Changbin gently pets over the spot he just hit, skin already blushing from the impact. "Good morning, baby."

"Hmm…" Chan mumbles, nuzzling into the blanket bunched up under his head, arching into Changbin's hold. Trusting, willing, compliant. "Daddy…"

Changbin brushes his long hair out of his face. "It's time for a haircut, don't you think?"

Chan grumbles and shakes his head. "Nuh-uh… 's for you…"

"For me?" Changbin smiles fondly, combing through the long strands.

Chan nods, sighs contently, eyes closed. "For you to pull."

"Precious," Changbin whispers, fingers curling around his nape, making Chan shiver in his lap. "Precious baby."

Perfectly still when Changbin starts properly spanking his ass, two, three, four times, two hits on each cheek before he gives him his first break. Little huffs of air escaping him that barely count as whimpers.

"Good boy," Changbin praises.

"Thank you," Chan says, squirming happily in his lap. "Thank you, Daddy."

"So well behaved." Proudly, Changbin tightens his grip around his nape. "You're welcome, baby. You can take more, right?"

Chan nods, bites his lip at the next hits. Five, six, seven, eight. Skin blushing a deeper shade of pink. Writhing in Changbin's grip when he squeezes his tender asscheek. Hand on the mattress next to his head opening and closing around nothing.

"Hurts, daddy…" he whines, trying to rut his clit over Changbin’s thigh.

"Just a little more." Changbin lets go of his nape and takes his hand instead, drawing soothing little circles with his thumb.

Chan flinches before the next hit even comes down. Nine, ten. Moan-whines at eleven, twelve. Takes it, still. Arching into it. Clutching onto Changbin's hand.

"'M sorry…" he slurs, eyes glassy, unfocused. "Daddy, 'm sorry."

"Good boy," Changbin praises again, teasing the tip of his finger between the wet lips of his pussy. "You're doing so well. Just a few more and daddy will give you a reward. Do you want that?"

"Yeah," Chan moans, hips chasing after Changbin's finger when he pulls it back. "Yeah, daddy, please…"

Flinches again as soon as Changbin raises his hand. He draws it out on purpose, waits until Chan trembles from anticipation alone before he strikes. Thirteen, fourteen. Ponders whether it's gonna be fifteen or twenty hits for today's maintenance spanking. Chan was a good boy almost the whole day yesterday, up until the evening, when he decided to push Changbin's buttons for the fun of it. Got sassy with him and giggled when Changbin took it in stride and Chan thought he would get away with it.

Twenty seems adequate. Chan should be grateful Changbin didn't get the cane out.

Fifteen, sixteen. Chan starts sniveling, instinctively trying to evade the hits, squeezing Changbin's hand harder. Seventeen, eighteen.

Changbin takes another break before the last two spanks. Giving the pain more time to bloom on Chan's ass, to make the last two more intense.

"Daddy, daddy, please…" Chan brabbles, barely coherent, unable to hold still anymore. Tears pearling along his lashline. Flinching at just the soft brush of Changbin's thumb over his bruised skin.

"Be good," Changbin reminds him with a pinch to his inner thigh.

Chan mewls, sniffs and writhes, but stays in place. Offers no resistance.

Nineteen. Twenty.

Chan sobs, and Changbin wipes the tears out of the corner of his eye for him.

"Good boy, did so well. Daddy's so proud of you."

Despite all, Chan preens at the praise. Presents his ass freely to him, spanked raw as it is. "Daddy, please, please, you promised…"

"Did I?" Changbin teases, smiling amused when Chan pouts at that. Finger returning between the lips of his pussy, wet and pulsing when he teases over his clit down to his cunt.

"Pleasepleaseplease—" Chan begs, hips chasing his touch. Changbin has to let go of his hand and scruff him again to make him stay in place. "Was good, daddy, wasn't I good—"

"Shh," Changbin shushes him, squeezing his neck. "Be still now, daddy's got you."

Finally, he dips his finger inside, and Chan moans unrestrained, needily twitching around him. Changbin immediately adds a second finger and curls them inside, feeling along his walls, massaging where he knows Chan is most sensitive.

"Thank you, daddy, thankyouthankyouthankyou—" he whines and moans and whimpers trying to hump his lap, to rub his clit over Changbin’s thigh. "'M good, 'm good—"

"Yes you are, good boy." Changbin adds his thumb to rub over his needy little clit, tightening the scruffing when Chan jolts at the pleasure.

"Daddy," he keeps chanting feverishly, shaken by whole-body shivers of pleasure. "Daddy, can I—come, please, can I…"

"Go on," Changbin says, fucking his fingers into him faster. "Come for daddy."

Chan hiccups, bites into the blanket, cry muffled when he falls apart. Convulsing around Changbin's fingers, clit throbbing against his thumb.

"Good boy, so good," Changbin praises, fingering him through it. Tucking strands of hair out of the corner of his mouth and behind his ear.

Chan whines softly, calms down. Twitching one last time when Changbin removes his fingers before settling down. Fucked-out and drowsy. Changbin pats his sore butt again before he falls asleep on him.

"You have to clean up your mess, baby."

Chan is still too out of it too have much of an attitude. He scrambles to straddle his lap, clumsy, licking his own wetness off of Changbin's fingers.

"Good job baby." Changbin pats his head, and Chan hums pleased. "Kiss."

Chan smiles and happily complies. Changbin can taste him on his pillowy soft lips, wraps his arms around his waist, stroking along his back, and Chan hums delighted in his arms. His precious Channie.

He jolts at one last, sharp slap Changbin gives his ass.

"Go bring daddy a coffee."

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2017 vs. 2024

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Changbin waking up after minor surgery, and Chan who is there to comfort him.

Nothing but tooth-rotting fluff.

It's just a minor surgery, the doctor assured them. Nothing is without risk of course, but she's an expert in the field whose done laparoscopic appendectomies every day for the past twenty years of her career, and Changbin is practically the ideal patient, young and fit as he is. By all accounts, everything should go as well as it possibly can.

Chan is still immensely relieved when they roll Changbin back into the hospital room he's been waiting in for the last two and a half hours.

"Everything went well," the nurse tells him while securing the bed in place. "We'll keep him here for a few hours until the anesthesia wears off, and if everything's alright then you can take him home."

"Thank you so much," Chan bows to them before they're out and he's joining Changbin's bedside. He's awake, albeit a little confused, eyes shifting and blinking around the room like he has trouble focusing. Chan gently combs through his messy hair, wipes a little bit of drool out of the corner of his mouth.

"Hey," he smiles when Changbin's eyes finally find him, pulling in the chair from behind to sit down.

Changbin still seems very befuddled, how he scans Chan's face like he's not sure what he's looking at. Chan finds it devastatingly cute.

"Hey," he answers belatedly, slurred and gravely.

"Hey." Chan takes his hand lying on the white hospital blanket, running his thumb over the dry skin of his knuckles. "How're you feeling?"

Changbin blinks. It takes a while before he slowly answers: "Don'... feel well."

"That's okay, you'll feel ill a little bit but it's going to get better," Chan tries to assure him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Chan squeezes his hand. "Are you thirsty?"

A little crease forms between Changbin's brows, like the question requires a lot of hard thinking, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. "I dunno..."

"Sleepy?"

"Yeah..."

"Yeah? Wanna go home and rest?"

"Yeah..."

"Yeah." Chan smiles, brushing his finger over Changbin's adorable cheeks with so, so much love bubbling warm in his chest. "They'll just monitor you a few more hours to make sure you're okay, and then I'll drive us home."

Suddenly, Changbin's eyes widen comically. "You know where I live?"

Chan giggles, high and squeaky. "Of course, I live with you. We live together."

"What?" Changbin breathes weakly.

He looks so lost. Chan wants to put him in the pocket of his heart and keep him there.

"I'm your husband, silly." Chan tells him with the giddiest grin on his face, the kind that makes his eyes into crescents and creases the deepest dimples into his cheeks.

Changbin needs a few breaths and more confused blinks to process that. "We got married?"

"We did!" Chan fondly squeezes his hand again. "Six years ago in March."

Changbin still blinks at him, open-mouthed like he can't believe it. "You're so pretty."

"Thank you." Chan happily sways in his chair, the same butterflies in his tummy he's had for the past ten years with Changbin. Brushing a loose curl out of his eye when he turns his head on the pillow. "You're pretty too."

Changbin looks at their intertwined hands on the blanket, then back at Chan like he's still piecing it together. "Thank you for marrying me."

"Ha—" Chan breathes out another little giggle that he hides behind their hands, lips brushing over the back of his husband's hand. "Thank you for marrying me too."

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BinChan Giant — North America Compilation ♥︎

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| 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 |

~ Bang Chan x Hyunjin, 81k words, smut

~ ao3 link

Chan: so genie isn’t gonna be in racy lingerie and jerking off? I.N: :D I.N: keep ur mind open hyung

Chan is a video game streamer who gets [lovingly] bullied into joining an adult cam site, and Jeongin just so happens to have a few friends to recommend. Chan is an immediate simp for 'Genie', who grants him a birthday wish.

idk how this happened but i was watching old chan's room episodes and then this quite literally spawned. it is my favourite child, and chan being such an almighty simp just... sits right with me. i, too, would forfeit all mortal possessions for camboy hyunjin.

tags!

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Today and also 4 years ago 🩶🩷

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BANG CHAN — SKZ CODE EP. 74

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BINCHAN — dominATE toronto (©shybangchan)

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fluff | making up after a fight | set in 2018/2019 |

The bunk bed sways—Chan regains just enough consciousness to register that someone's climbing into his bed, feeling for his limbs under the blanket before slipping under it and snuggling against his back.

He doesn't need to open his eyes —it's dark anyways— because he recognizes Changbin’s obnoxious shower gel that's a tad too sharp and his bony limbs wrapping around him anyway.

"You're snoring, hyung," Changbin mumbles into his neck.

"Go sleep in your own bed then."

"No."

Chan shifts, trying to repositon his head on the pillow. Changbin’s hold is tight around him, tighter than usual. He doesn't look like it, but his skinny arms hide a surprising amount of strength.

Chan can only imagine what's to come if he keeps working out like he does.

"Are you still mad?" Changbin whispers.

Chan squeezes the hand that lies on his tummy.

"No," he breathes out.

All things considered, it was one of their milder fights anyway.

"I'm sorry," Changbin noses at his hairline. "I know I can be really stubborn."

Chan turns onto his back. Their noses brush together. When he opens his eyes, he can see Changbin’s faint silhouette with the light pollution of the city bleeding through the curtains.

"Don't worry about it."

He feels Changbin's next breath on his lips. He smells good whenever they're close enough for Chan to pick up anything other than his bath products. Uniquely Changbin.

"I respect you a lot, hyung."

A breathy chuckle.

"Don't laugh," Changbin scolds him. "Even if you're annoying and we disagree sometimes, you're still important to me. I want you to know that."

Chan's face scrunches, cringing at the vulnerability of it all.

"So you think I'm annoying?"

A puff of air hits him with Changbin’s exasperated sigh. Chan giggles quietly.

"I can't believe I like you as much as I do."

"How much?"

Something shifts with Chan's question. His stomach swoops. Changbin’s missing answer is pressing into his ears like atmospheric pressure.

Their faces inch closer, Changbin’s hand moves up his back. Chan holds his breath, and then Changbin's lips are on his. Warm, soft, smooth like he’s applied lip balm before bed.

Just a shy peck before they part. The back of Chan's throat clicks when he swallows.

"This can stay here," Changbin whispers. "If you want."

Chan doesn't know if it can.

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hi devin :3

Hi ami!! The kids miss you!!

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How does it feel to have a binchan summer. Like all we need is an actual confirmation they are dating.

Feels beautiful. Nothing better than watching them be in love and happy and giggly about it. Personally I don't need an official confirmation because I have eyes and they're glaringly obvious <3

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DEVIN!! HI!! I'm so glad you're over here now!! 😭 I'm so glad everyone seems to be moving here!!

~ @dirtylittlecubbs

Hii!! Thank you so much, I think the fandom weirdos should return to their roots hehe.

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Hi, I'm Devin aka Collisiondust and I think SKZ should kiss, especially BinChan. I write fanfic and draw fanart about it, some of it will be NSFW/smut. I will slowly reupload some of my work that I've already posted on twitter here too. For Fanwork Permissions (Podfics, translations, etc.): please ask! I will most likely say yes, but I want to know beforehand who you are and what you want to do. Fanart is of course always allowed, I would be hugely honored.

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