#exo songs

[mooka97]

Spending Valentine with my only love EXO 🎧🖤

[mooka97]

This is me with each exo song 🤭

you ever listen to a song 47 times in a row and every time you’re like wow what a good song. I’m gonna play it again.

[e9g7videos]

Xiumin

[adorkableejit]

CHANYEOL 찬열 The 1st Mini Album 【Black Out】

[wonkibrainrot]

[mooka97]

Summer song is already here 🔥🔥🔥

EXO - 230630 'Hear Me Out' Music Video

Credit: Official SMTown Youtube.

[blessyouhawkeye]

she's my hero. pinkpantheress is doing so much for hag kpop stan representation

[conscbgb]

I guess 9 could make 1 Team 😎🙌

Kai being shy and Ateez taking care of him 🫂

[baekhyunsbestie]

i luv your girl

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 18+/MDNI | pervy!baekhyun x f!reader, bf!jongin x gf!reader ꒱ ˎˊ˗

⤷ 1.4k+ words of baekhyun being a sick freak. another req by my freaky lil brain. baekhyun + jongin are roommates/bff’s. you’re jongin’s beloved gf and baekhyun’s obsessed with you to say the least. explicit language. unreliable narration. dark themes. obsession. possessiveness. jealousy. entitlement. yandere. smut. m*sturbation. voyeurism. somnophilia. infidelity. p in v. squirting.

byun baekhyun is an absolute fucking disgrace of a friend.

he should have turned away the second he saw you, should have strangled the hunger in its crib before it ever had the chance to sink its teeth into him. but you smiled—at him—like he was something more than the filth rotting inside his soul, like he wasn’t a rabid, depraved thing barely shackled to reason. and that was it. that was the moment everything went to hell.

because even when you started dating kim jongin, even when you stood by his best friend's side, even when you looked at someone else like they hung the fucking stars—his obsession didn’t die. no. it mutated. twisted into something uglier, something rotten and all-consuming, something that left his hands trembling and his lungs struggling to drag in air. he tried to smother it, bury it beneath layers of forced indifference, but it only dug itself in deeper, black and festering, eating him alive from the inside out.

he needs you.

and no matter how much you run, no matter how much you pretend he isn’t watching, waiting, burning—he will have you.

now he sits on the cold floor, back pressed against the thin wall that does nothing to keep out the filthy, sinful sounds slipping past your lips. you’re on the other side, riding jongin into the mattress, hips rolling like you were made for this, voice cracking as pleasure drips from you, and baekhyun is unraveling, losing his fucking mind.

his fingers are wrapped around his cock, pumping with a desperation so feral it’s almost painful. his pace is erratic, brutal, like he’s trying to match the rhythm of your hips, like he can pretend—just for a second—that it’s him you're bouncing on, that it’s him dragging those sweet, broken moans from your throat. he bites down on his shirt, tries to keep quiet, but the choked whimpers still claw their way out, raw and wrecked. his hips jolt up into his own grip, chasing the friction like an animal in heat, cock flushed red and angry, leaking down his knuckles in thick, needy strands. he’s so fucking close, but it’s not enough—it will never be enough.

he shouldn’t be doing this. shouldn’t be here. but he is. and it doesn’t fucking matter. nothing fucking matters except you. you and the sounds you make, the way you move, the way you moan a name that isn’t his.

he can hear you. every filthy, wet sound your cunt makes as it sucks jongin in, clenching like you never want to let him go. the slick, obscene squelch of every thrust, the desperate tangle of tongues in messy, open-mouthed kisses. he can see it—can feel it, like he’s the one inside you, fucking you senseless.

his hand is merciless, stroking himself rough and fast, squeezing tight like he’s trying to wring every drop of need from his aching cock. his breath stutters, breaks apart into ragged pants, his grip turning brutal, knuckles whitening. his tip is flushed an angry red, swollen and drooling pearly white precum, thick and sticky between his fingers. his thighs quake, abs tensing as sharp, searing pleasure coils in his gut, a hunger so violent it threatens to consume him whole.

he’d fuck you better. he knows he would. he’d stretch you open all pretty on his thick cock, fill you so full you’d forget how to take anyone else. he’d wreck you, make you beg, make you sob so fucking sweetly for him that you’d never even think about letting another man touch you again. you’re his—his—and he’ll carve it into your body, your soul, until you have no choice but to understand.

baekhyun’s grip tightens, knuckles paling as his fist moves in a brutal, unrelenting rhythm. his breath is ragged, lips parted in a desperate gasp, eyes shut tightly as he imagines the obscene scene in his head—you. trembling, shattered, drowning in pleasure that isn’t his to give.

his vision blurs as jongin growls it— “cum for me, my pretty girl.”

and then it happens. that beautiful, devastating sound spilling from your pretty lips.

your choked sob, broken and raw, a symphony of ruin as you gush around jongin’s cock. the slick, sinful noise is deafening, searing into baekhyun’s brain like a brand, like an oath. he hears everything—the creak of the mattress, the desperate, erratic slap of skin against skin, the way your weight shifts as you ride him through it.

but worst of all, he hears jongin’s voice.

“yeah, that’s it, baby,” jongin groans, breathless, wrecked, voice thick with pride and satisfaction. “fuck, you’re perfect—so pretty when you fall apart for me.”

rage coils tight around baekhyun’s ribs, white-hot and suffocating.

his breath hitches, his spine arching as his body betrays him, heat surging through him like wildfire. his cock twitches violently in his grip before thick, fevered ropes spill across his stomach, painting him in the evidence of his delirium. his whole body shudders, convulses, the pleasure already tainted—corrupted.

but then—jongin groans.

baekhyun knows exactly what’s happening. he doesn’t need to see it to feel it. the deep, guttural sound rips through the air, punctuated by the desperate, erratic slap of skin against skin, the ragged gasp of his final thrust—as he empties himself inside you.

his jaw clenches so tight his teeth ache, his muscles locking as a sick, twisted revulsion coils deep in his gut.

jongin is still murmuring to you, voice dripping with satisfaction. “took me so well, baby. feel that? all mine.”

baekhyun feels sick. it should be him.

his cock buried inside you, dragging you down, forcing you to take every inch. his name falling from your lips in breathless, ruined sobs. his seed dripping from you, marking you, claiming you.

but if it were him—oh, if it were him—he wouldn’t coddle you.

he wouldn’t soothe you with soft praise and gentle words. he’d fucking ruin you.

“yeah, that’s right, sweetheart,” he’d rasp, his hand fisting in your hair, dragging your head back so you couldn’t look anywhere but at him. “look at you—fuckin’ made for me.”

he wouldn’t just let you take it—he’d make you feel it.

he’d slow you down when you try to move too fast, force you to take him properly, deep and unrelenting, until the stretch was too much and not enough all at once. he’d make you work for it, watch you tremble and sob as you begged for more, and only then—only when you were mindless, ruined, desperate— would he let you have it.

his grip would tighten. his voice would darken.

“show me how much you need me, baby. cry for me. that’s it—fuck, look at you. you can take more, can’t you?”

and when you came, when you shattered around him, he wouldn’t groan.

he’d laugh. low and breathless, pure possession dripping from every syllable as he hushed your sobs with kisses, his thrusts turning brutal as he chased his own high.

and when he spilled inside you—deep, endless, his claim undeniable— his voice would rasp against your sweat-slicked skin, sticky with satisfaction, dark with promise.

“mine. only mine.”

not jongin. never fucking jongin.

because jongin doesn’t love you like he does.

not the way he would—unconditionally, obsessively, entirely. jongin doesn’t worship you, doesn’t watch your every move and commit it to memory, doesn’t ache for you in the quiet hours of the night, doesn’t carve out pieces of his soul just to make room for more of you.

jongin doesn’t understand that you were meant to be loved the way baekhyun loves you.

because he knows—he knows that once you see it, once you understand how much better he could take care of you, how much deeper he could love you, you would never want anyone else. you wouldn’t just love him back—you would love him more than you ever thought possible, more than you ever loved anyone else.

and he would take care of you so well. he would worship you the way you deserve, keep you safe, keep you happy. keep you his.

you just had to see it.

and if baekhyun is anything, he is patient.

his fingers twitch around his softening cock, but the pleasure is long gone, replaced by something uglier. something that festers, that rots, that eats at him like an insatiable hunger. his nails curl into his palms, digging in deep enough to hurt, but it’s nothing compared to the agony burning through his chest.

his tongue swipes over his lips, the taste of obsession still thick on his tongue. his lashes flutter, his breath stalling—

one day.

one day, it won’t be jongin filling you up. it won’t be jongin making you fall apart.

it’ll be him.

only him.

[xunqiz]

⌗ ˖⃗ 🍝 ₊ ˖ ་. And when we're apart. and I am missing you 🍸 ｡⋆୨୧˚

I close my eyes, and all I see is you 🌴 ، ، ⊹ ⋆ ּ🎈 𓆸 ⋅ ✺

[mooka97]

CHEESE 🧀

[hyuck-xix]

this renjun moment lives in my head 24/7

[she-wu]

small girl — lee youngji ft. d.o.

[esprei]

popstar!ingo and popstar!emmet things! (aka i take dance poses and performance stills from EXO and draw them hhh - first image performances, second image dance practice!) the twins are part of a 6 member band (other members being volo, adaman, melli and n) and even though they're twins they do have some slight differences/strengths in what they do ingo is slightly more powerful with his voice, and emmet more expressive in his dancing/overall movement, but you bet they're still both incredible in both things both are killers on stage. got everyone screaming for them. they are SUPER idols 💖🎤✨

(they also have a lot of pointing in their choreography)

[exosongtournament]

THE FINAL

Once and for all..

[wonkibrainrot]

‼️BOYCOTT SM‼️