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Being a Beta

Summary:

Betas, compared to the other roles within the social dynamic, the alphas and omegas, are seen as the most "normal" or ordinary.

Sehun has always been a beta, the only beta in a pack full of alphas, beyond that affection he didn't fulfill any role, no one really wanted him beyond a family affection, that didn't bother him, he had already assimilated that without an attractive scent like an omega or alpha no pack mate would really feel attracted to him. But little by little he realizes a sudden desire on the part of some alphas.

Notes:

I have to admit that this is a secondary account of another account where my stories always have a more "calm" theme, this is a side that I would be a little embarrassed to publish there lol.

I also admit that I did this drunk and hot, I can't help but feel Sehun so fragile, after watching so many Exo shows where on several occasions it is mentioned that he is the weakest physically of all and at the same time where he is made aware of it in an incredible way. It's a shame that I don't find enough stories about that
This Sehunnie will receive all the attention he deserves, I am also a great writer of angst, I plan to do more Sehun stories.

Well read this at your own risk and it is very necessary to clarify that English is not my first language, and I make the mistake of confusing "her/his/he/she" a lot, know that it is always spoken in the masculine.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Betas, compared to the other roles within the social dynamic, alphas and omegas, are seen as the most "normal" or ordinary. However, it is ironic that, despite being considered "normal", they represent the lowest percentage compared to the other two groups. This puts them in a somewhat strange position, on the verge of being invisible. It is often said, almost as an insult, that betas do not play a defined role within packs. They do not possess the innate leadership and protective strength that characterizes alphas, nor do they radiate the maternal warmth and emotional softness that omegas bring. Betas find themselves in a social limbo, far from those easily recognizable extremes.

Betas also did not possess the strong and powerful instincts that define alphas or omegas. Alphas, by nature, tend to be innate leaders, those who guide others with unwavering confidence and impetus. Their protective instinct leads them to watch over their companions with overwhelming passion, always attentive to the needs of their pack, ready to face any challenge. This leadership comes from deep within them, a quality that seems to be engraved in their DNA. Betas, on the other hand, do not feel that urgency to protect or dominate; they lack that inner flame that makes alphas the natural leaders that everyone looks to for guidance.

Omegas, on the other hand, are driven by entirely different instincts. Submission to an alpha is as natural a response to them as breathing. All it takes is hearing the firm voice of an alpha for their bodies and minds to enter a state of almost automatic obedience, as if an ancient connection immediately bound them to that subordinate role. Even the simple gesture of an alpha placing their hand on the back of an omega's neck can trigger a deep instinctual reaction, bringing them into a state of absolute submission. It is an act that transcends the conscious, a complete and natural surrender that omegas accept without resistance.

But betas experience none of this. They feel no need to lead or to submit. They have no urge to protect or willingness to relinquish control. They live in a middle space, far from the instinctive drives that dominate the other two. Perhaps that is why they are perceived as more balanced figures, even if they often go unnoticed. They are not noted for their intense emotions or immediate responses to hierarchy, but rather inhabit a place of their own, where the rules of alphas and omegas simply do not apply.

Betas also did not share the innate instincts that defined alphas and omegas so distinctively. Whereas the alpha is driven by an almost visceral need to lead, to be the pillar and guide of those around him, the beta does not feel such an intense calling. The alpha not only leads, but does so with a fierce passion, a responsibility he carries with pride, as if his very existence were intertwined with the protection of his own. He is the tireless protector, the one always on guard, watching over his own with an almost sacred devotion, ready to intervene at any moment of danger or uncertainty.

On the other hand, omegas live under the influence of a different but equally powerful instinct: submission. In the presence of an alpha, omegas are naturally driven to follow, to obey, almost as if their bodies recognize an invisible but inescapable hierarchy. The mere voice of an alpha can trigger an immediate response of obedience in them, as if each word were a command engraved deep within them. And if the alpha were to place a firm hand on the back of the omega's neck, the effect is almost magical. That physical connection unleashes a profound reaction, bringing them into a state of submission so absolute that their own desires are eclipsed by the need to yield, to give themselves over completely.

Betas also did not have the same appeal or potential as alphas and omegas when it came to pairing up with one of them. While it may sound cruel to say it out loud, the reality is that betas lack many of the factors that make alphas and omegas seek each other out. Betas do not experience heat or go through specific cycles that demand special attention or care. While omegas and alphas live immersed in a biological routine that defines their relationships, betas remain outside of that intense dynamic.
Even for those betas, whether male or female, who have sexual organs that could resemble those of an alpha or omega, there is no semi-annual cycle that regulates their desire or behavior. There is no season when their bodies demand extra attention or care, nor is there a phase when their instincts take over. This lack of cycles puts them in a different position, almost devoid of the biological urgency that drives the interactions of the other two genders.

Furthermore, and perhaps more painfully, betas often fail to meet the biological needs of alphas and omegas during their own cycles. Alphas seek to release their dominant energy, and omegas need to be soothed and satisfied during their heat. But betas, not experiencing these same drives, often fail to offer what the other two genders require at those critical moments. This leaves them outside of that physical and emotional bond that arises between an alpha and an omega, a bond based on a deep, almost primal need that betas simply do not share.


It is true that a beta can have a good relationship with an omega in emotional and day-to-day terms, but when the time of heat arrives, that connection faces an insurmountable barrier. The lack of a beta's knot, that physical characteristic that only alphas possess, can generate deep frustration in the omega, a need that cannot be fully satisfied. During heat, the omega's body cries out for that knot, a crucial component in the satisfaction of its most primal desire. Without that physical connection that only an alpha can offer, dissatisfaction becomes so deep that it can bring the omega to the brink of tears, a tangible suffering that can only be soothed by the very act that the beta is not in a position to offer.

It is a sad but unavoidable reality: that need for the knot is not a whim, but a biological urgency, a demand that the omega's body cannot ignore. In that respect, the beta simply does not have the tools to provide what the omega needs during such intense moments, which often creates a physical distance, even though emotionally they remain united.

On the other hand, the relationship between a beta and an alpha is also affected by the same difference in instincts and capabilities. The intensity with which an alpha experiences its routines and heat cycles is overwhelming, an insatiable urge to possess, dominate and mark its partner. Alphas, during these periods, not only seek to satisfy their desire, but they do so with such unbridled passion that it can last for hours, even days, without rest. The need to impregnate, to assert their dominance and to bond physically and emotionally to their partner through possession is something that a beta, no matter how hard they try, is not destined to endure.

A beta is not prepared for the whirlwind of desire and control that an alpha unleashes. The beta's body, more moderate and balanced, is not designed to withstand the intensity with which an alpha seeks to satisfy its instinct for dominance. The most dangerous thing, perhaps, is the risk of being bitten. During such moments, the alpha, driven by his need to mark his partner, may bite the beta's gland, an act intended to create a permanent bond of possession. However, a beta's body is not made to withstand such a bite. His gland was not designed to be marked in such a way, and the risk of damage is much greater. The bite, which for an omega is a natural and expected act, for a beta could become something dangerous, an event that his anatomy is not prepared to withstand.

The bite, which for an omega represents an experience full of pleasure, connection and surrender, would be for a beta a source of pure pain, a deeply traumatic experience. Instead of feeling the euphoria that accompanies that bond in omegas, the beta would only experience the raw pain of teeth sinking mercilessly into the most vulnerable part of his body, his gland. That very delicate place, which in omegas is capable of receiving the impact of the bite as part of an instinctive bond, would be for the beta a point of extreme suffering. There would be no connection, no pleasure, just the wrenching feeling of being marked in a way you are not meant to endure, a piece of your being torn away to be left at the mercy of suffering, exposed to pain that never ceases.

The alpha, when biting, would do so with the same force and need as he would with an omega, seeking to establish a bond of possession and dominance. But for the beta, the bite is not a form of bonding; it is a punishment, a pain that reverberates through every fiber of his being, as if the alpha were claiming something the beta cannot and is not made to offer. It is an entirely different experience, marked by suffering rather than pleasure.

And then there is the knot, an aspect that further marks the difference between a beta and an omega. Omegas are biologically prepared to receive an alpha’s knot. Their body responds with a natural dilation, a self-lubricating system designed to facilitate the union, making the process not only possible, but pleasurable. The omega is prepared for that physical connection, to embrace the knot with a sense of satisfaction that fills both his body and his deepest instinct. It is a union that fits perfectly with his biology, which gives meaning to that dance of desire and need.

But for a beta, that system does not exist. A beta's body does not produce the "slick," that natural lubricant that allows omegas to take the knot without pain. Instead, the beta relies solely on pre-cum, a limited resource that cannot compare to an omega's abundant lubrication. Nor do they possess the spontaneous dilation capacity that allows omegas to adapt to the size and shape of the knot. Everything in the beta's body is less flexible, less willing to give in to that need.

If a beta were to attempt to take an alpha's knot without proper preparation, what might follow would be an experience of unimaginable agony. The beta's body is not made to withstand that level of invasion, and an alpha's dry knot, without the aid of lubrication or natural dilation, would be torment. What for an omega is an experience of deep pleasure, for a beta would become torture. Every second of that forced union would be a reminder of the limit that separates them, of the biological differences that make what is natural for some a source of suffering for others.
Tearing is one of the most frightening probabilities, therefore, it was clear, betas were not compatible with omegas and alphas.

When Sehun introduced himself as a beta, right at his group's debut, he felt a slight pang of disappointment. Back then, the dynamic between the members was very much shaped by biological roles: most of them were alphas, with only one omega in the group. Sehun, in contrast, was the only beta, and that made him feel out of place in an environment where alphas led and omegas received particular attention. Over time, things changed, and now there were only alphas left, and he, a beta, in the middle of that dominant energy.

At first, he had a hard time finding his place, especially when he noticed what many called his "non-role." Being a beta, he didn't have the commanding presence of an alpha or the sensitivity and finesse of an omega. He watched as his peers moved more easily within those clearly defined categories, while he navigated between expectations without a fixed place. However, as time went by, Sehun realized that his position within the group was not as insignificant as he had thought. Yes, he did not have the instincts of an alpha or the vulnerabilities of an omega, but neither was that what defined how others treated him.

As the years progressed, he noticed that it was not so much because he was a beta that his peers treated him in a particular way. In reality, much of the affection and attention he received came from his role as the "Maknae", the youngest member of the group. Being the maknae had its own weight, a kind of privilege in which, beyond any biological hierarchy, he became the object of a unique and special affection from his peers. He often heard others refer to him as "the spoiled maknae", a nickname that, over the years, he had learned to accept and, in a way, enjoy.

Since that first time, Sehun had noticed how Junmyeon, his alpha leader, reacted with unexpected calm to his silent need for comfort. That particular night, they had stayed in a hotel during a tour, and Sehun, then younger and somewhat insecure, had been overwhelmed by the cold and silence that filled the room he was meant to sleep in alone. Cold terror had taken hold of him, making him unable to relax. Without thinking too much, he had decided to sneak into Junmyeon's bed, who, as the leader of the group, had always given him a sense of security.

He entered the older man's room without making a sound and, without saying a word, slipped between the sheets that enveloped Junmyeon's warm body. At first, his mind was buzzing with nervousness, but he relaxed almost immediately when the blankets welcomed him, and the warmth of the environment enveloped him completely. He didn't know how the alpha would react, but what happened next was so natural that it left him surprised.

Suho, as he was known in the group, didn't say anything, nor did he ask why Sehun had decided to sneak into his bed. Instead, he had casually put his phone aside and, without hesitation, positioned himself behind the beta, moving closer until there was no space between them. The closeness was so intimate and so laden with exquisite warmth that Sehun couldn't help but feel that this was exactly the answer he needed. Junmyeon's warmth, his firm yet gentle presence, comforted him in a way that words couldn't have.
The alpha had carefully placed an arm over Sehun's torso, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. That simple gesture was enough to calm his nerves and dispel the chill that had invaded him at the beginning of the night. There was no awkwardness, no need for explanations. In that moment, they weren't the alpha leader and the youngest beta of the group, just two people sharing a silent intimacy, where the simple act of being together was more powerful than any words.

From that first time, without the need to exchange many words, the dynamic between Sehun and Junmyeon changed in a subtle but significant way. Whenever circumstances allowed—whether it was at another hotel during a tour or even in the comfort of his home—Sehun would slide into the alpha’s bed, seeking that warmth and tranquility he had found that first night. The most surprising thing to him was that Junmyeon never complained, never even showed a hint of discomfort. He seemed to understand, without needing to speak, what Sehun needed in those moments.
The alpha always accepted it with the same naturalness, as if it were a shared ritual, a kind of non-verbal agreement between the two of them. Silently, Junmyeon would simply make room in the bed, allowing Sehun to settle in next to him, and then wrap him in that protective embrace that had come to mean so much to the beta. There was never any need for explanations, no questions about why they preferred to sleep together. There was no judgment or restrictions in that shared space. Just Junmyeon’s constant, comforting presence.

Sehun had noticed, almost without realizing it at first, small gestures that made him feel appreciated in a special way within the group. Kyungsoo, for example, always found a way to serve him more food than everyone else. No matter if they were having dinner at home or during a break at work, Kyungsoo made sure Sehun got the best portion, the tastiest bite. At first, Sehun hadn’t given it much thought, but over time he realized that these small gestures weren’t random. They were Kyungsoo’s subtle way of showing his affection, a way of caring for him that went beyond words.

The same went for Baekhyun and Jongdae. Whenever they had the chance, whether it was in rehearsals, on stage, or even backstage, both alphas would approach him from behind and wrap him in a sudden hug. It was like they couldn’t resist that urge to connect with him physically, somehow seeking that close bond that Sehun, being a beta, didn’t always fully understand. They leaned their faces towards his neck, right over his gland, as if hoping to find some scent, some sign of something deeper. At first, this had made him uncomfortable, and on several occasions he had gently pushed them away, explaining that it wasn’t necessary, that he didn’t have any particular scent that alphas could pick up on.

“I’m beta,” he told them, “I don’t smell like anything.”

It wasn’t until Minseok, with his ever-watchful gaze, contradicted him that Sehun began to question his own perceptions. “You do smell, Sehunnie. It’s so fresh, it’s beautiful,” the oldest of the group had said with a carefree smile, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Sehun fell silent, not knowing exactly what he meant by “fresh.” In his mind, there was nothing distinctive about his scent; in fact, he had been convinced that he didn’t smell like anything. But seeing the sincerity in Minseok’s eyes, he decided to stop questioning it.

So, without further ado, he let the others approach him and bury their noses in his neck. Amidst the bustle of the stage, with the lights shining and the sound of music enveloping them, Baekhyun and Jongdae’s embrace became a refuge, a moment of connection that contrasted with the intensity of the show. As awkward as he felt in that context, with the eyes of the audience upon them, Sehun couldn’t help but get carried away by the warmth of those moments.

Minseok, always perceptive, seemed to know that human touch and affection in moments like these could ease the pressure of being an idol on stage. “It’s just a little love, Sehunnie,” he would say with a wink, making Sehun blush. Although he preferred those gestures to happen in private, away from prying eyes, he couldn’t deny that there was something comforting in knowing that his group valued him, regardless of his role.

 

 


 

The promotions for their latest release turned out to be somewhat less “intense” than in previous years. Although the energy was palpable and the enthusiasm was still present, there was a serenity in the atmosphere that was almost comforting. Everything felt, even, quite comfortable and pleasant. However, despite this more relaxed atmosphere, Jongin’s absence was felt with a void that could not be ignored, like a shadow that, although soft, lingered in the background of every smile and shared laugh.

Filming variety shows used to be one of the most fun and exciting experiences during each release. Each episode brought with it a dose of joy and camaraderie that filled the space with laughter and games. However, as the days piled up, that enthusiasm became a challenge. Activities followed one another, and the constant presence of the cameras, following their every move, began to become overwhelming. What was initially a source of fun became a mental burden, a kind of exhaustion that slowly set in, like a fog that obscures the brightest moments.

The pressure of always being in the public eye, of maintaining an impeccable image, sometimes became an internal struggle. Despite the moments of joy and shared memories, there was an emotional drain that began to manifest itself, reminding us that behind the camera there were also people with feelings and needs. Thus, the mixture of excitement and exhaustion created a whirlwind of emotions, making each day a roller coaster of sensations, in which the joy of being together was intertwined with the sadness of an absence that could never be completely filled.

The cameras had finally been turned off, freeing everyone from that constant gaze that followed them at every step. The staff members, always present in every corner, had also made their exit, leaving the boys alone in the rooms where they stayed during the recordings. The night had already advanced, and fatigue was palpable in the air, like a heavy blanket enveloping the atmosphere.

Dinner, a ritual that was usually full of laughter and shared anecdotes, had taken place in a comfortable but dense silence. The atmosphere was calm, and everyone felt trapped in their own thoughts, as if exhaustion had led them to a state of introspective reflection. There was not much desire to delve deeper into the conversations; words were exchanged briefly and superficially, as if they were afraid of breaking that silence that, although loaded with fatigue, was comforting.

As they settled into the space, each found their corner, their refuge in the midst of the restlessness of the day. The glances were lost in the distance, and the whispers of the night seemed to accentuate the loneliness that, at times, crept between them. It was a moment of pause, a respite in the midst of the whirlwind that had been their day. The connection was still there, but at this moment, tiredness had created a kind of distance, a space that, though silent, invited each to find solace in their own company, as the shadows of the night gently crept across the walls, whispering stories only they could understand.

After dinner, Sehun, driven by a desire for connection, had stealthily infiltrated Baekhyun’s bedroom. The latter was so engrossed in his cell phone that he barely spared a glance at the beta entering the room. The light from the screen illuminated his face, revealing an expression of concentration that seemed almost serious, contrasting with the playful energy that often characterized him.

Sehun settled next to him on the bed, feeling the softness of the sheets against his skin. Although they were both silent, there was a comforting calm in the atmosphere, as if simply being together was enough. Sehun was also deep in his cell phone, seeking refuge in the digital world while enjoying his friend’s company. For him, every moment shared with a member was a small escape from the intensity of the day; this time, Baekhyun had been his chosen one.

The connection between them was almost palpable, a mix of complicity and comfort that is only found in the closeness of those who understand each other without the need for words. Every now and then, Sehun would look up, watching Baekhyun as he continued to navigate through his device, smiling at the way he bit his lip in concentration. That image, amidst the silence of the room, made him feel at peace, reminding him that, even in the most exhausting moments, there was always a refuge in his companions.

There was no sound, other than the occasional ringing of a cell phone or the faint movement of someone moving down the hall outside the door. Sehun had his back to Baekhyun, focused on the content scrolling across the bright screen of his device. The blue light illuminated his face, immersing him in a world of digital distractions, while silence enveloped the room.

Suddenly, he felt Baekhyun's warm hand slide with an almost intimate naturalness through his hair. Sehun didn't flinch, he didn't even look up. He was used to such gestures of affection; the older man used to do that from time to time. However, this time, when the warmth of Baekhyun's palm rested on his neck, something changed.

The alpha's fingers exerted a pressure he had never felt before, as if they were trying to communicate in a deeper way. Sehun, feeling the more intense and deliberate contact, instantly realized what Baekhyun intended. The familiarity of that touch took on a new dimension, a mix of complicity and tension that made him pause for a moment.

His thoughts began to crowd together, wondering if there was really something more behind that gesture. The silence of the room became palpable, charged with an energy that vibrated between them. Sehun felt his heart beat faster. The air became dense, and, for the first time, the simple act of being caressed didn’t just feel like a show of affection, but like the start of something new.

“Hyung, you know that has no effect on me,” Sehun said, his voice an almost playful murmur, but the tension in the air was undeniable. What Baekhyun was doing was nothing more than a clear sign of dominance, an alpha's strategy to incite his omega into submission, to give in to the powerful attraction emanating from him. However, Sehun only let out a small laugh, as if what was happening was trivial, while he continued to scroll through the screen of his phone, in an attempt to downplay the situation.

But, despite his apparent nonchalance, he didn't expect to feel Baekhyun's warm breath caressing the back of his neck, sending a shiver of surprise and desire down his spine. That closeness completely disarmed him; the alpha's soft breath became a caress that awakened his senses in a way he had never anticipated. The touch of warm air on his skin was electrifying, a visceral connection that unleashed a mix of intense emotions in him. Sehun felt a tingle inside him, a struggle between resistance and attraction that kept him trapped in a state of ambiguity. The laughter that had once been a shield faded, replaced by a murmur of uncertainty.

Baekhyun leaned in a little closer, his presence so close that he could sense the faint beat of his heart, marking a rhythm that seemed to resonate in his own chest. Each inhalation was a reminder of the power the alpha held over him, and Sehun couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he let go of his resistance, if he allowed himself to succumb to the palpable attraction that enveloped him. The silence in the room grew thick, as if the entire universe had stopped to observe that moment. Sehun turned to Baekhyun, his eyes reflecting a mix of defiance and longing, and in that silent exchange, an unspoken promise was brewing, a dance of power and desire.

“I don’t care, Sehun,” Baekhyun stated, his voice resonating incredibly serious and yet low, almost echoing in the darkness of the room. He spoke just inches from the beta’s ear, and that closeness caused Sehun to feel a slight pressure in his stomach, a knot of nerves and anticipation that surprised him. Without thinking, he set his phone aside, the screen turning off in an instant that felt like an eternity. “Our beautiful, precious Sehunnie…”

Baekhyun’s hand, which had previously been a gentle brush, began to exert even more pressure on his neck, a possessive touch that reminded him of his place in this power relationship. Just when he thought the intensity of the situation couldn’t increase any further, Baekhyun leaned in even closer, placing a soft kiss on his earlobe. Sehun felt a shiver run through his body, a combination of surprise and desire, as the alpha began to slowly descend, leaving a fresh trail of saliva on his skin as he caressed his cheek and jaw.

It was a bittersweet sensation; Sehun was in shock, completely still, unable to process what was happening. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. Though he knew that in packs it was common for members engaged with each other, he had never anticipated such a blatant approach from Baekhyun, a display of dominance that defied his expectations. And while, in theory, he knew these interactions might not phase him, in practice, he was completely at a loss. Sehun’s heart was pounding, echoing in his ears like a drum, as his mind struggled with the reality of what was occurring. The distance that once existed between them was fading away, leaving in its wake a sense of vulnerability, a spark of surrender that left him dazed.

It was a dangerous game, one where the rules seemed to blur as the line between dominance and desire grew ever more blurred. The connection between them was palpable, an invisible thread that tied them together in an instant suspended in time, where everything they knew was transformed into a dance of sensation, power, and shared desire.

Sehun simply lay there, his body still but his senses on high alert, feeling the warm pressure of Baekhyun’s body against his back. The alpha’s every breath seemed to sync with the beta’s quickening heartbeat, and the kisses that had once been gentle now became messy, almost anxious, leaving chaotic trails on the skin of his neck.

Without realizing it, Sehun tilted his head slightly, exposing his neck with a vulnerability that surprised even him. The movement was instinctive, like an involuntary response to Baekhyun’s dominant presence. That small opening was all the alpha needed to sink his lips into the beta’s sensitive skin, where the heat of his mouth mixed with the wetness of each kiss. The small marks he left behind began to turn a deep pink, as if they were traces of a desire that could not be contained. An aggressive shudder ran through Sehun's body as Baekhyun's teeth grazed his skin, a touch that pierced every fiber of his being. The contact was subtle but fierce, a mix between the danger of the bite and the pleasure it left in its wake. Sehun felt an electric current run through his spine, as if the simple brush of the alpha's teeth had awakened something deep, a desire that had been dormant until now.

Sehun's breathing became irregular, his chest rising and falling in time with the emotions that shook him inside. He was caught in that maelstrom of sensations, between the struggle to remain firm and the almost irrational impulse to surrender completely to the power that Baekhyun exerted over him. The alpha's lips and teeth continued to work on his skin, increasingly firm, increasingly marked, while Sehun's body arched slightly under the weight of the older man.

“Shh,” Baekhyun whispered softly, his tone soft but firm, laden with an authority that left no room for questioning. Sehun barely had time to process those words before the alpha’s other hand, which until then had been still, settled on his waist. At first, the touch was almost tender, gently caressing over the fabric of his shirt, a gesture that seemed to contradict the intensity that was building in the atmosphere.

However, that apparent gentleness soon transformed. Baekhyun’s fingers began to slowly slide along the seams of the garment, lifting it with a unique boldness, a movement that left no room for doubt about his intentions. Meanwhile, his lips kept moving over Sehun’s neck, now sucking harder, marking the beta’s skin with a desire that felt increasingly palpable.

The brush of Baekhyun’s fingers against the bare skin of Sehun’s stomach was like an electric shock. The contact was firm, yet exploratory, as if the alpha was savoring every second of this discovery. Sehun could feel the fingers moving slowly, tracing invisible lines on his warm skin, enjoying the soft texture and the vulnerability that it implied. Each caress felt like a mix of tenderness and control, a contradiction that made him lose himself even more in the sensation. It was a touch that bordered on intimate, but at the same time claimed him in an almost possessive way, making it clear that Baekhyun had no intention of stopping. The alpha’s fingers continued to trace his stomach, caressing every inch with meticulous attention that gave him a deep tingle, one that resonated deep within him.

Sehun's neck felt hot, sensitive, with the marks Baekhyun kept leaving on it. The bites and sucks were getting more intense, and the beta couldn't help but let a small moan escape his lips, barely a whisper muffled in the silence of the room. His body reacted before his mind, arching slightly under Baekhyun's insistent touch, feeling more and more internal barriers crumble, revealing a latent desire that became impossible to ignore.

"My god, Sehunnie..." Baekhyun's voice, getting lower and deeper, resonated directly in his ear, vibrating with a mix of desperation and need that made each word seem like a plea. "I need you so much, my beautiful beta..." Those words, loaded with a raw and almost uncontrollable desire, crept into Sehun's mind like a sweet poison, making his own body respond in ways he couldn't control.
Baekhyun's lips trailed slowly, with obscene intent, from his cheek to his lips, leaving a wet trail that made Sehun's skin boil. It was a gesture that filled him with a new tension, something that went beyond the physical, something that penetrated his deepest being. Finally, when their lips were just a breath away, Sehun's eyes met, for the first time, Baekhyun's.
The eye contact was a direct blow to his chest, as if something inside him had broken at that very moment. Baekhyun's eyes, normally playful or warm, were now tinged with something much darker and more primal. There was a ravenous desperation in them, a desire that seemed to go beyond the momentary, something so intense that the air around him became dense, as if the entire world had been trapped in that moment.

Sehun's chest felt sunken, as if the weight of that gaze crushed him. It wasn’t just desire he saw in Baekhyun’s eyes, it was a need so visceral, so desperate, that it made it hard to breathe. He’d never seen Baekhyun like this before, so vulnerable and yet so dominant, like his control had crumbled under the urge to want more, to want it all. For an instant, Sehun felt everything around him blur, and all that existed was this moment between them, this connection that became impossible to ignore.

Baekhyun’s eyes, dilated until they were completely black, moved slowly across Sehun’s face, as if they were devouring every expression, every detail. His gaze finally landed on Sehun’s parted lips, which hadn’t had time to process what was happening yet. The air between them was heavy, charged with tension, as if the very atmosphere had given in to the energy between them.

In a second, without warning, Baekhyun’s lips took over his own, biting down with such force that the contact brushed the line between pleasure and pain. The stinging coldness of the bite caused an involuntary gasp to escape Sehun’s lips, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. The gasp, however, only served as an invitation for Baekhyun, whose tongue took advantage of the moment to sneak into Sehun’s mouth, initiating a messy yet addictive kiss.

The kiss was a chaotic battle, where Baekhyun’s tongue muscle explored every corner of Sehun’s mouth with an overflowing, almost wild passion. The contact felt exquisitely suffocating, as if Sehun was losing control of everything around him, sinking deeper and deeper into the alpha’s dominance. Their mouths moved with uncontrolled urgency, and the desperation with which Baekhyun kissed him had an almost animalistic quality, a primal need that Sehun had never felt so close to him.

Despite the chaos of that kiss, Sehun didn’t stop him. He couldn’t. There was something captivating about the way Baekhyun claimed him, the way his lips and tongue seemed to speak the language of a need that went far beyond the physical. With each passing second, Sehun felt his resistance evaporate, as if he had no choice but to surrender to the alpha who was consuming him with every caress, with every bite, with every desperate attempt to get even closer to him.

Each time their lips briefly parted, then reconnected, Sehun could feel the trickle of saliva dripping obscenely down the sides of his mouth, but Baekhyun didn’t seem the least bit concerned. On the contrary, it seemed that the scene only intensified his need, his desire. The ragged gasps of both filled the room, and the alpha, far from stopping, continued his advance with fierce determination.

Slowly, Baekhyun’s movements brought Sehun to lie completely flat on the bed, his back sinking into the mattress as the alpha settled over him with an undeniable presence. Baekhyun covered him with his body in a possessive manner, claiming every inch of space between them. Sehun could feel the older man’s weight on him, a sensation that both anchored him and overwhelmed him. The hand that had previously been firmly on his neck had now slid in alongside the other, both brazenly exploring the exposed skin beneath Sehun’s shirt. Baekhyun’s fingers were firm, but also skilled, moving with a mix of anxiety and purpose, as if he were uncovering a treasure he had waited far too long to claim.

Sehun’s skin lit up under that contact, each caress intensifying the feeling of being on the brink of something inevitable. Baekhyun’s fingers traveled over his stomach, slowly moving up to his chest, sliding with a boldness that made him shiver, despite himself. It was as if Baekhyun was memorizing every detail, every line, every reaction of his body under his touch.

As soon as Baekhyun pulled away, even if only for a few seconds, Sehun gasped desperately for air. His lungs burned, trying to catch the breath he had lost amidst the storm of kisses and caresses. The world around him seemed blurry, everything felt far away and fuzzy, except for Baekhyun. It was as if the alpha was the only thing that existed at that moment, the only presence he could feel, an overwhelming force that surrounded him completely.

His body was so agitated that he felt dizzy, as if reality was crumbling around them. His chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to find a rhythm that would calm the internal storm that shook him. But it was impossible. All he could feel was Baekhyun, his hands running over his skin with a boldness he would never have imagined. Those caresses, so brazen and yet so precise, made him shiver under the alpha’s firm, demanding touch.

Sehun’s mouth was numb, his lips swollen and sensitive, the memory of the kiss still pulsing in every corner of his mouth. The kiss had been aggressive, overflowing, where Baekhyun’s tongue had explored and dominated his without respite. Sehun had been invaded by an overwhelming intensity, as if the alpha had broken down all his barriers and left him completely exposed. Baekhyun’s taste still clung to his mouth, mixed with the faint copper taste of the bites that had been too hard.
Sehun could barely focus his gaze on Baekhyun. The sight of the alpha, leaning over him, seemed blurry, almost unreal, as his mouth trailed down Baekhyun's neck, leaving messy, wet kisses in his wake that lit his skin like fire. Baekhyun's lips moved with a mix of desperation and control, and Sehun could feel the older man's hands slowly lifting his shirt, exposing more of his skin to the cool air of the room.

Baekhyun, without pausing for a moment, had brazenly positioned himself between his legs, taking possession of a space Sehun hadn't even been aware of giving up. Any thoughts of scandal or surprise he might have felt were quickly drowned out by the overwhelming reality of what was occurring. All that was left was the heat, the need that seemed to grow uncontrollably between them.
Suddenly, a deep moan escaped his lips, involuntary, intense, as he felt the blatant brush of hardness in Baekhyun's pants. The movement of the alpha’s hips was desperate, each direct rub against his crotch igniting a spark inside Sehun that made him lose himself even more in the moment. The contact was direct, raw, and each movement seemed to bring on a new wave of sensations that dragged him deeper and deeper.

The pressure of Baekhyun’s body on his, the intentional and firm rubbing against his crotch, made him feel like his entire body was falling apart. Sehun’s breath was ragged, his chest rising and falling erratically, and the heat building between his legs was so intense he could barely process it. Baekhyun’s body moving desperately against his was the only reality in that moment, and Sehun felt everything he was sinking under that avalanche of sensations, ever closer to the point of no return.

Sehun’s moans echoed off the walls of the room, filling the space with a mix of pleasure and vulnerability. The sound seemed to bounce off of him, intensifying the heat that already reigned between them. But suddenly, everything stopped. Baekhyun, who until a moment ago had been moving with an almost uncontrollable desperation, stilled. Sehun, agitated and breathing unevenly, almost asked what had happened, if he had done something wrong or if he had said something without realizing. Uncertainty flooded through him for a moment. But before he could formulate any words, he found himself completely surprised. Baekhyun’s hands, previously busy running over his skin, moved determinedly to his pants. On impulse, Sehun felt the desire to stop him, a part of him fighting against the impending vulnerability of what was about to happen. That internal resistance didn’t have a chance to take shape, though, because in less than an instant, the alpha had already ripped off his pants, leaving him exposed, with only his boxers as the last barrier between them and the loneliness that surrounded them.

The chill of the air on his bare skin made him feel a pang of shame settle deep in his chest. The room, though empty, seemed to fill with the weight of that vulnerability. Sehun felt his face flush with heat, and his gaze, nervous and almost defeated, dropped to his own legs. The red on his face intensified as he noticed the wet spot that had unconsciously appeared on his boxers. It was an irrefutable sign of the arousal he couldn’t deny, of how his body had responded to Baekhyun’s touch, even as his mind still tried to resist.

That wet spot, which would have made Sehun want to cover himself and escape the shame, seemed to have the opposite effect on Baekhyun. Seeing the physical evidence of Sehun’s desire, something in the alpha changed. Baekhyun’s eyes, already dark, lit up with an almost feral intensity. A silent roar seemed to emanate from him, as if something animalistic was awakening within him. The alpha, who until a second ago had been controlled, almost became irrationally fierce. The raw need in his gaze made it clear that any trace of hesitation or restraint had disappeared.

Shame consumed him, and in an almost automatic attempt to hide, Sehun tried to close his legs, seeking some sort of refuge in his own vulnerability. But Baekhyun’s hands reacted instantly, gripping the bare skin of his thighs with a strength that bordered on pain. His fingertips dug deep into his flesh, and the feel of that firmness made it clear to him that there was no escape. The alpha wanted him completely exposed, without reservation, and his body, as much as his mind fought, was beginning to give in to that need.

Baekhyun spread him with ease, parting his legs without leaving room for resistance. Sehun felt trapped under that hungry gaze that ran over him from top to bottom, as if he were stripping him even more with just his eyes. The sound of his own heart was beating so loudly that he found it difficult to hear anything else. The rhythmic rumble filled his ears, while the rest of the world seemed to stop.

The cold of the room hit his exposed skin, making him shiver with each passing second. He felt every little chill, every gust of air, as if his body was on high alert, hypersensitive to everything that happened around him. But what worried him the most was not the cold or the physical vulnerability, but those long seconds in which Baekhyun seemed frozen, staring at him in silence. That instant, where the alpha did nothing but watch him, lasted beyond what was bearable. It was as if all the time in the world was concentrated in that moment, and the weight of Baekhyun's gaze burned him from within.

The alpha was staring at him with such intensity that it was impossible not to be deeply affected. It was as if he was measuring every reaction, taking in every detail of the body before him. And despite the embarrassment, despite the desire to hide, there was something that kept him still.

“Baek… hyung…” Sehun’s voice barely came out in a whisper, hoarse and shaky, laden with a mix of vulnerability and need. He hadn’t realized how dry his throat was, how each breath rasped inside him, as if he had been holding his breath this entire time. He felt agitated, even though, at that moment, the alpha was barely touching him.

But those words, that simple murmur, seemed to trigger something deep inside Baekhyun. It was like a switch flipped, releasing a force held within him. Before Sehun could even process what was happening, he felt the overwhelming warmth of the alpha’s mouth on the hypersensitive skin of his inner thigh. The contact was instant and overwhelming, making his breath hitch. Baekhyun’s lips were dangerously close to that intimate place where the shameful and obvious moisture had begun to form between his legs.

The sensation was so intense that a sort of thick cloud began to cloud Sehun’s consciousness. His thoughts grew increasingly blurred, swept away by the tidal wave of sensations enveloping him. Involuntarily, small gasps escaped his lips, sounds he had never imagined he would let out in front of Baekhyun, but which now seemed impossible to control. Every touch, every movement of the alpha on his skin pushed him further and further into a state of complete abandonment.

He hadn't realized it until that moment, but something inside him stirred when he realized how close Baekhyun was to him. Not just physically, but on a much more primal and deeper level. Surely, at this distance, the alpha could already smell the essence emanating from him, mixed with his uncontrollable desire. The mere idea of ​​Baekhyun picking up on that intimate scent made him shudder. His body trembled at the awareness of how vulnerable he was, and how trapped he felt under the alpha's dominating presence.

"Sehunnie..." Baekhyun's voice echoed in his ears, calling out to him in a low, almost husky tone, filled with something dark and deep that made Sehun's stomach twist in anticipation. He tilted his head slightly, just enough to be able to look between his legs, where the alpha's eyes watched him with a heartbreaking intensity. They were so close that Sehun could feel the heat of his breath brushing against his skin, only a few centimeters apart. Baekhyun was dangerously close to the edge, as if he was fighting something that threatened to spill over at any moment.

Sehun’s eyes met the older man’s, and in that silent connection, an exchange of intense emotions happened. Baekhyun looked strangely agitated, his pupils dilated and his breathing irregular, as if he were holding back an impulse he was barely managing to control. The closeness between them, both physical and emotional, was overwhelming, and Sehun felt the skin on his neck and face suddenly heat up.

“You smell so fucking good, Sehunnie… You have no idea how you make me feel,” Baekhyun confessed, his voice low and heavy with a desire that vibrated in every word. The words seemed to envelop Sehun, making him feel even more exposed and vulnerable under the alpha’s intense gaze. The air felt heavier, and each breath was more labored, as if the space around them was shrinking with each passing second.

Sehun’s eyes, now somewhat more focused, lowered and met with the blatant image of Baekhyun’s hand that had slid without any reservation into his own sleep pants. That gesture, so blatant and provocative. Seeing the alpha touching himself like that, so close to him, so deeply affected by his presence and scent, made his breathing become even more irregular.

Sehun’s body responded instinctively, his hips arching just a little towards Baekhyun, as if, despite the shame that overwhelmed him, his body was begging for more contact, for more of that overwhelming presence. He was caught in a web of sensations, of looks, and of words that seemed to envelop him and drag him to a place where he could no longer escape the need that grew between them.

Time seemed to stop as Baekhyun's hand continued to move down his own pants, and the alpha's scent, mixed with his own, filled the room, thick, charged with palpable tension.

Sehun couldn't help but have his eyes fixed on that brazen movement, completely mesmerized by what was happening in front of him. Beneath the fabric of Baekhyun's pants, the hand that had snuck in so naturally began to move in an obscene, provocative manner, as if there was no longer any filter between them. Each movement was explicit, leaving nothing to the imagination. The fabric of the pants, taut and stretched, barely managed to contain the length that stood up brutally, becoming more and more visible with each brush of his fingers.

The outline of Baekhyun's member stood out so obscenely that Sehun felt his mouth go dry and his breathing become labored. His eyes, unable to tear themselves away from the scene, followed every movement, every tremor in the alpha’s hand, as if he were caught in a spell. The fabric seemed to envelop that erection in an almost erotic dance, clearly marking every line, every inch that became evident under his gaze. The air in the room became even thicker, almost unbreathable.

Before Sehun could even formulate a word, a plea, Baekhyun moved with a speed and determination that left him breathless. Without any qualms or hesitation, the older man’s head descended directly towards the center of his legs, towards that place where Sehun’s boxers were already soaked, the wetness evident and embarrassing. The contact was immediate, overwhelming, and so unexpected that a thin cry escaped Sehun’s lips before he could contain it.

His body reacted instinctively, arching against the bed, as if Baekhyun’s simple touch on the wet fabric had ignited every fiber of his being. A whirlwind of sensations ran through his body, so intense that he felt as if his mind had faded for an instant. The alpha's mouth pressed right on that spot, eliciting an immediate reaction that made Sehun's fingers grip the sheets tightly, trying to find some kind of anchor amidst the storm of sensations that shook him.

Every movement, every slight pressure of Baekhyun's mouth on his crotch made his breathing become more erratic, as if all the air in the room had been concentrated only on that spot where the alpha touched him. The heat of his breath, mixed with the wet fabric and the palpable desire, made Sehun feel completely out of control, caught in a whirlwind of pleasure that dragged him further and further into the abyss.

Baekhyun's mouth moved with a wild urgency over the thin fabric of Sehun's boxers, licking with an almost animalistic desperation, as if he was hungry for every inch of his body. The alpha didn’t seem to settle for the obstacle the fabric represented; it was as if he wanted to tear through it with his tongue, as if his need was so great that not even the boxers could stop him. Each lick was a searing reminder of how close Baekhyun was to completely dragging him into madness. And Sehun, caught between that suffocating warmth and the weight of the need growing inside him, could barely control the trembling that ran through his body.

Unable to resist any longer, his hands moved instinctively, searching for something to hold on to. He guided his fingers to the older man’s hair, but, instead of tugging or tangling his fingers in those strands, he simply rested them on top of Baekhyun’s head, as if he was searching for some kind of connection, some sense of control amidst the storm that consumed him. However, the contact with the alpha’s hair only seemed to intensify everything he was feeling, as if the simple act of touching him in that way anchored him deeper into the present, into that moment of raw desperation and desire.

The heat Baekhyun’s mouth provided was unbearable, overwhelming. Sehun could feel his body burning under the touch of that tongue that kept exploring with an insatiable hunger, licking and sucking the wet fabric, each movement more desperate than the last. It wasn’t just desire, it was a raw need, an urgency that didn’t feel natural. It was as if Baekhyun was willing to devour him, to break through any barrier to reach what he sought.

Sehun’s breathing quickened even more, his gasps filling the silence of the room, his fingers trembling over Baekhyun’s head, unable to contain the shudder that ran through every fiber of his being. The pleasure was too much, too fast, too intense. Her body writhed involuntarily beneath the alpha, her mind lost in that heady combination of shame, desire, and need.

Sehun nearly burst into tears as Baekhyun’s tongue focused on his clit, moving with desperate precision, as if the alpha was determined to wring every reaction, every stifled moan from him. It was an exquisite torture, one that seemed designed to make the beta surrender completely, to succumb to the relentless pleasure ravaging him. Sehun’s legs, in an involuntary impulse, tried to close around Baekhyun’s head, as if his body wanted to protect itself from the intensity of the moment, but the alpha’s hands gripped his thighs with violent force, preventing him from any movement.

Every attempt Sehun made to move was thwarted by Baekhyun’s relentless control, who kept his legs spread, exposed, leaving him vulnerable and at the mercy of his mouth. The gasps escaping Sehun sounded almost like sobs, choked and broken, filling the air with a mix of desperation and pleasure that he couldn’t contain. His body shook under the force of that constant stimulation, unable to find relief as the alpha’s tongue continued its unstoppable assault.

The heat of Baekhyun’s mouth, combined with the friction of the soaked boxer fabric, felt unbearably intense. Every lick, every suck sank straight into his pleasure center, igniting every nerve as if his body was about to explode. Baekhyun’s saliva seeped through the fabric, further wetting the thin barrier between his tongue and Sehun’s vagina, which now felt completely soaked, so sensitive that every touch seemed to multiply, taking him further and further than he thought possible.

The frantic pace of the alpha’s tongue on his clit was driving him crazy. Sehun could feel his body shaking, his breathing becoming erratic as he clutched at the sheets in increasing desperation. The wetness pooling between his legs made him feel completely overwhelmed, like he no longer had control over his own body.

Being a beta, Sehun knew his body produced almost no precum, but right now it felt like a fucking fountain. The need consuming him was almost overwhelming, and Baekhyun’s tongue periodically focused on thrusting right into his core, into his soaked hole, through the fabric beneath. Every contact, every brush, made his body react in a way he had never experienced before.
Cries of pleasure escaped his lips, barely concealed, filling the room with sounds that echoed with intense desperation. Sehun couldn’t hold them back, and it was almost as if he didn’t care who might be on the other side of the door, who might hear him getting lost in the whirlwind of sensations washing over him. The pressure in his belly increased, and every thrust of Baekhyun’s tongue brought him closer to the edge. His mind blurred, the outside world fading away as he gave himself over completely to the maelstrom of pleasure.

The fabric of his boxers became an unbearable obstacle, one that intensified every caress of Baekhyun’s tongue. The way it stimulated him made him feel so exposed, so vulnerable, and at the same time so incredibly desired. He couldn’t help the desire to release the tension building inside him, but the way the alpha kept him bound, so at his mercy, made him feel like he was caught between two worlds: the overwhelming desire to release everything he felt and the need to completely surrender to what Baekhyun was doing to him.

And every time the alpha’s tongue pushed further and further, each brush felt like a spark that lit the fire inside him. Sehun knew he couldn't hold back for long, that he was on the verge of an explosion he hadn't realized was coming, every second he spent under Baekhyun's control was a mix of anguish and ecstasy. His body was on the edge, and the desperation to free himself from that intense need consumed him completely.

The torture Sehun was experiencing was so intense that he felt like he couldn't bear it for much longer. Baekhyun, for his part, seemed tireless, as if his desire to continue licking and devouring his clit was never going to run dry. Sehun's vision was becoming blurry, his eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill, held back only by the limits of his endurance. He couldn't stop looking at the chaos happening between his legs, and that sight, so sinful, made him feel even more exposed.

Seeing Baekhyun like that, eyes completely closed and focused on his task, made him feel like he was witnessing something forbidden. Baekhyun's expression, one of complete pleasure, was something Sehun had never imagined seeing before. It was almost incomprehensible that the alpha could be so absorbed in giving him pleasure, while the only satisfaction he received was from his own hand, which moved with an obscene rhythm inside his pants.

Every time Sehun tried to regain control, a new wave of pleasure dragged him back into the abyss, pushing him beyond his limits. His body trembled, and the pressure in his abdomen grew with every lick, with every suck that Baekhyun applied to his sensitive clit.

The heat of the alpha's mouth continued to intensify, and the wetness Sehun felt was unbearable, completely soaked between his legs. Baekhyun’s tongue continued to explore with a desperation that seemed insatiable, and Sehun didn’t know how much more he could take before he lost himself completely in this storm of sensations that overwhelmed him, taking him to the edge of his physical and emotional endurance.

The sudden knot that formed in Sehun’s stomach was the only warning of what was about to happen. It was an almost painful sensation, a pressure that grew with every lick, every relentless suck that Baekhyun performed without rest. Sehun felt himself on a dangerous edge, as if the edge of the abyss was getting closer and closer, and his body was at the mercy of something much bigger than his own control.

“Baekhyun, I…” he tried to warn, his voice breaking with the effort. His fingers, which had previously rested gently in Baekhyun’s hair, now tangled together more tightly, exerting light pressure in a desperate attempt to give him a warning. He felt like he had to stop him, that he couldn’t take any more of this delicious torture, but the words barely made it out, his ragged, shaky breathing making it difficult to even form a coherent sentence.

“I’m going to…” his voice trailed off into a shaky whisper, too agitated to be able to articulate the full warning. Baekhyun didn’t stop, not even at the pressure in his hair, nor at the cracked voice of the beta. On the contrary, he seemed to intensify his movements, as if he understood exactly what was happening, and was determined to push him beyond his own limits.
Sehun’s body began to tremble, his breathing becoming more and more erratic. The moans escaping his mouth were uncontrollable, and his body responded to Baekhyun’s every movement in a way that made him feel on the verge of total surrender. He felt like the tension in his abdomen was unbearable, a pressure that was pushing him towards a point of no return.

Baekhyun showed no signs of stopping, not even in the face of Sehun’s shaky warnings. On the contrary, he seemed more determined than ever to push him to the edge, not giving him a second to let up. Sehun felt himself on the verge of collapse, the pleasure so overwhelming he could barely hold back his tears. He was barely aware of when it happened, but the alpha’s free hand had slipped between them, and the moment Baekhyun’s fingers joined in with the aggressive dance of his tongue was the instant everything changed.

Sehun felt his vision go out of focus, his mind clouded by the overload of sensations that shot through him like lightning. The alpha’s fingers moved with cruel precision, caressing his clit with quick, aggressive movements through the completely soaked fabric, accompanying the wet, desperate licks of his tongue. It felt like his body was on fire, completely at the mercy of the touches that took him beyond anything he had ever experienced.

Every time Baekhyun’s fingers brushed his sensitive skin, a new moan escaped his lips, louder, more desperate. The air grew heavier and heavier, and Sehun felt his own body betray him, wracked by spasms of pleasure that left him vulnerable and open. The mix of Baekhyun’s tongue and fingers was simply too much. His entire body shuddered under every movement, and the knot in his stomach tightened more and more, until he knew there was no turning back now. The sobs that had been trapped in his throat began to escape between his gasps, his breathing completely out of control. Every caress, every suck, brought him closer to that inevitable end, one that would consume him completely.


And Baekhyun knew it. He could feel Sehun's body shaking, his breathing becoming erratic, and far from stopping, he intensified each of his movements, as if he wanted to tear out every scream, every moan, until there was nothing left but that total surrender.


Sehun's body tensed like a thread, every muscle rigid and on the verge of breaking as he felt his orgasm about to overflow. The knot that had formed in his stomach exploded in an uncontrollable way, taking him to the limits of what was bearable. The sounds escaping his mouth were irrepressible, high, torn moans that added to the symphony of Baekhyun's wet noises and eager sucks.
It was as if something inside him had broken, and a storm of pleasure passed through him, taking him to a dimension in which everything dissolved into pure sensation. He could feel his body tremble, every fiber of his being shaken by the impact of his orgasm, as if an invisible force was sweeping over him completely. He felt vulnerable, lost in that tide overwhelming him, and for a moment, all that existed was Baekhyun and the intensity of the moment.


If it weren’t for the boxers holding back some of the overflow, he was sure he would have wet the alpha’s face, drenching it with the evidence of his surrender. But even so, the flow of wetness seeped through the fabric, feeling disgustingly obscene.

Sehun’s eyes closed with an overwhelming heaviness, as if the very act of keeping them open was impossible after everything he had just experienced. His head sank into the softness of the pillow, and his body, still shaken by the recent climax, felt incredibly exhausted. The beta’s chest rose and fell erratically, struggling to catch the breath he had lost amidst that storm of pleasure. He didn’t notice the sweat now dripping down his temple, cooling against his heated skin as he felt as if his entire body had been consumed by a fire that was only just beginning to die down.

Every muscle in his body relaxed in a way he’d never experienced before. He felt a deep calm, as if he’d been swept through an experience that had completely knocked him out of it. He’d never felt anything so intense, so overwhelming before. And though he wasn’t an expert, he knew this orgasm had been different, something completely out of the ordinary, taking him beyond any previous experience.

He’d never been with an alpha, and now he understood what that meant. Baekhyun had crossed a line Sehun wasn’t sure he’d even imagined, but now that he was on the other side, body still pulsing with the fresh memory of pleasure, he couldn’t deny how powerful it had been.

Baekhyun was still there, comfortably positioned between Sehun's legs, his body still agitated, but with an apparent calmness that contrasted with the intensity of what had just happened. For Sehun, every second that passed made his body feel heavier, as if exhaustion was dragging him into a deep, inevitable sleep. Tiredness spread through his being like a soft, intoxicating poison, plunging him into a haze of drowsiness, while his mind began to shut down, disconnecting from reality. But just as he was about to completely succumb to sleep, the alpha's hands landed on his skin again. The contact was firm enough to tear him from the comfort that enveloped him, forcing him to open his eyes with effort. His breathing, which had begun to stabilize, accelerated again as he felt Baekhyun's insistence, who did not seem ready to let him go so easily.

“Baek, what’s wrong?” Sehun tried to ask as he turned his head to look at the alpha. Exhaustion had numbed his senses, but discomfort jolted him awake as he saw Baekhyun’s expression. His eyes, which had already shown desire before, were now tinged with something much darker, almost animalistic. There was no softness in them, only a raw, possessive longing that made him feel vulnerable. It seemed as if the alpha couldn’t control that growing greed, as if everything they had shared before had only been a prelude to something even more intense.

Baekhyun’s hands slowly moved down to the seam of Sehun’s boxers, pulling at them with a firmness that made him feel exposed again. Every movement was deliberate, as if Baekhyun wanted to take his time, enjoy every moment, every reaction the beta could offer him. Sehun tensed immediately, his body still caught between exhaustion and that strange feeling of anticipation that left him breathless.

“Baekhyun, I’m tired,” Sehun murmured, his voice barely a shaky whisper. He wanted to stop him, to tell him that he’d had enough, that his body couldn’t take it anymore, but the words caught in his throat as he felt the boxers being completely pulled away. A shiver ran through him as the cold air of the room hit his bare skin.

“You know I can’t…” He tried to continue, but Baekhyun’s gaze was so intense that the words died before he could finish them. There was something in those eyes, something that told him the alpha had no intention of stopping. It was like an invisible force was driving him on, ignoring the signs of exhaustion in Sehun, reaching for something deeper, something more primal. The silence in the room became unbearable, broken only by the sound of Sehun’s ragged breathing. Every inch of his skin reacted to Baekhyun’s touch, his mind screaming that he’d had enough. But the alpha was beyond reason, his hands moving with an urgency that only confirmed what Sehun feared: Baekhyun was not willing to stop.

As Sehun tried to sit up, propping himself up on his arms, he firmly grabbed Baekhyun's wrist, his grip a silent plea to stop, to end what he felt had already gone too far. But instead of finding understanding, what he received was a response more brutal than he had imagined. Baekhyun, far from stopping, let go with a force that left him stunned, breaking contact violently, and with one swift movement, he ripped off Sehun's boxers, leaving his body completely exposed to the cold of the room.

The cold air hit his bare skin, making him shiver. Vulnerability enveloped him in an overwhelming way. If he had felt exposed before, now he was completely helpless, his body shaking not only from the cold, but also from the emotional chaos that invaded him. Baekhyun's hands, which had been pleasurable, now seemed like a latent threat, and the silence between them had turned into an unbearable tension.

Sehun took a deep breath, trying to find the strength he had left, pushing himself up with his arms, determined to push Baekhyun away and put an end to this. It had been enough. But before he could execute his plan, the alpha's fierce gaze momentarily paralyzed him.

Baekhyun didn't give him time to react. In one swift movement, he grabbed both of Sehun's wrists and pinned them to the bed, his iron grip making him feel completely trapped. The alpha's weight on him was overwhelming, Baekhyun's body heat completely enveloping him, cornering him against the sheets. The feeling of his skin against his, along with the alpha's hot breath hitting his face, made him feel more and more vulnerable.

“Sehunnie, I know you can do it for your hyung,” Baekhyun murmured, his voice low and almost dangerous, thick with desire. A cheeky grin formed on his lips as he spoke, his words oozing with a confidence that made Sehun’s resistance falter. “You can’t fool me,” he continued, moving even closer, his eyes locked on Sehun’s, a piercing gaze that seemed to pierce through him completely.


The brush of Baekhyun’s hand moved down to Sehun’s crotch again, now completely exposed and sensitive. “You can’t fool me like this,” the alpha added, his voice just as low but this time more intense. His fingers brushed the sensitive skin of his crotch, eliciting an involuntary shudder from Sehun. The beta’s hips bucked at the contact, a physical reaction his body couldn’t control, a reflex to the blatant caress that made him feel more exposed than he already was.

“I can feel how much you need it,” Baekhyun whispered, his tone full of lust and certainty.
Sehun’s body arched involuntarily as Baekhyun’s fingers, without warning, delved inside him. A heart-wrenching moan escaped his throat, unable to control the intensity of his reaction. The alpha’s fingers filled him, thrusting mercilessly, brushing against those sensitive walls that seemed to amplify every sensation. The mix of surprise and rawness of the moment overwhelmed him. There was no real pain, but an overload of sensations that made him feel vulnerable and trapped.

Sehun’s legs, spread by Baekhyun’s insistent presence, trembled under the weight of his body. The alpha gave him no respite; his fingers didn’t stop for a second, moving rhythmically but brutally, each deep thrust, each brush of those long, precise fingers, tore more uncontrollable sounds from him. There was no escape, his body simply surrendered to the rhythm that Baekhyun set, his mind feeling lost in that sea of ​​sensations that were too intense.

Baekhyun's movements were calculated, but filled with an animal need. His fingers moved with such determination, going in and out with force, seeking to draw out every possible reaction from Sehun, without stopping to give him a break. Sehun tried to find something to hold on to, something that would anchor him to reality, but he only found the insatiable touch of those fingers that seemed to know every corner of his interior.

Sehun's broken moans resonated in the room, an echo that mixed with the wet and lascivious sound of the surrender between them. Each thrust of Baekhyun's fingers was a combination of pleasure and pain that overwhelmed him, taking him to the limits of his resistance. His body trembled, every fiber of his being responded to the exquisite torture that the alpha inflicted on him.
“You’re so wet, my Sehunnie,” Baekhyun murmured, his voice a whisper laden with malice that slipped into the beta’s ear, sending a wave of shivers down his spine. “You wanna feel how I am? You wanna feel how hard your hyung is? How much he wants you, my sweet beautiful beta.” The words fell like a spell on him, filling him with a mix of desire and vulnerability.

With each rough movement, Sehun felt himself getting more caught up in a whirlwind of sensations; it was as if Baekhyun was seeking to reach the deepest part of his being, pushing not only his fingers, but also the barriers he had built. The mix of pleasure and the constant rubbing against his entrance kept him in a constant state of alert, making him feel completely exposed and vulnerable. His mind, blurred by desire, tried to process what was happening, but was unable to find coherence in the sea of ​​sensations overwhelming him.

Sehun barely managed to react when, in a bold move, Baekhyun released his erection, which was struggling against the pressure of his pants. Without a hint of shame, he drove his hips towards the beta’s vulnerability. A beautiful moan escaped Baekhyun’s lips, his eyes closing, drowning in pleasure as soon as the hardness of his member made contact with Sehun’s warm wetness. That connection ignited something even more desperate within the alpha.

At that instant, he began to move with an almost desperate need, stroking and pressing his erection against the beta’s intimacy, a repetitive motion that grew increasingly rough. Each rub was an electric shock, a caress that drove him crazy. Sehun felt caught in a storm of sensations, the alpha’s hardness rubbing against his softness driving him to the brink of madness. It was an intoxicating mix of pleasure and desire that he could barely take in.

Baekhyun’s need manifested itself in every thrust, torturing Sehun’s clit with an intensity that made him arch his back, as if each movement was tuning his body like a taut string ready to snap. The room was filled with wet sounds and breathy moans, a symphony of desire that echoed in the air, and Sehun found himself wanting more and more, seeking more of that pleasure that consumed him and left him in a state of pure vulnerability. His mind struggled to stay conscious, but the pleasure overwhelmed him, driving him towards an abyss he didn’t want to escape.

“See, Sehunnie, do you see what you’re feeling?” Baekhyun’s voice vibrated with intense agitation, a ragged breath that reflected his desire. His hips moved erratically, bumping against the beta’s entrance, who could now feel every bump and brush across his body, flooding him with a wave of sensation. The wetness coming from Sehun made Baekhyun’s skin shine under the dim light of the room, creating an atmosphere charged with tension and longing. “You need it so much… I need you so much… you wouldn’t leave your hyungie like that, would you?” His tone turned teasing, but there was an undercurrent of sincerity that made the beta writhe in frustration and desire.

Sehun felt anger and arousal intertwining in his chest, a storm of emotions he could barely control. Not knowing where he got the strength from, an impulse drove him to push with unexpected abruptness, causing the bed to creak with a deep sound that echoed through the room. With a determined movement, he placed the alpha fully back on the dresser, noting the momentary surprise that crossed Baekhyun's face. That expression soon transformed into a smirk, a flash of triumph that further ignited the fire inside Sehun.

Now, the beta found himself directly sitting on Baekhyun's erect and threatening erection, a warm pressure that made him shiver with anticipation. Sehun carefully adjusted himself, feeling his own body adjust to his hyung's shape, while he held himself with one arm against the bed, right next to the alpha's head. The closeness between them felt intense, almost overwhelming, as if the room was filled with an energy charged with desire.

Baekhyun had already positioned his hands firmly on Sehun’s waist, his fingers exploring the skin beneath the still-on shirt with a possessiveness that made Sehun shiver. With his other hand, he took hold of the powerful erection that demanded attention, and a sweet moan escaped the alpha’s lips at that simple touch. It was a sound that made the air vibrate between them, a mix of pleasure and need that resonated in Sehun’s heart.

Guiding the member with almost reverent care towards his entrance, Sehun felt a shiver of anticipation run through every fiber of his being. The pressure of the glans against his entrance was as much of a warning, and in that instant, his entire body ignited in a wave of desire. With a firm grip on the bed, he held himself up with both hands, muscles tense, as he prepared to slowly descend onto Baekhyun’s long, eager length.

Every inch he took felt like a sweet torment, a delicious torture that kept him on the edge of ecstasy. Sehun’s legs trembled slightly, feeling Baekhyun’s warmth enveloping him, filling him with a mix of pleasure and nervousness. It was a moment suspended in time, where every beat of his heart echoed in his ears. As he let himself fall, a wave of sensations washed over him. The brush of Baekhyun’s skin against his was electrifying, and the low moans escaping the alpha’s lips were like music to his ears, further intensifying his desire. With every millimeter he took, Sehun felt more alive, as if every pore of his skin was waiting for that contact, for that connection that bound them together in a primal way.

Yet, despite his slowness, Sehun realized that he hadn’t even reached half the length and he was already feeling overwhelmed. It was too much; The sensation was intense, as if his body couldn't contain such desire. He felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet, at the same time, so completely desired. The discomfort was mixed with a pleasure that made him feel like he was floating, lost in a sea of ​​sensations.

And Baekhyun seemed to notice the discomfort on Sehun's face, though it was possible that the alpha's impatience was beginning to take over. When his member wasn't completely buried in the beta's warmth, Baekhyun's hands gripped Sehun's hips, exerting an unbearable pressure that pushed him forward, forcing him to accept more than his body could handle.
The heat of the moment became overwhelming, a cocktail of pleasure and pain that ran through him like an electric shock. Sehun felt his body tense, as if every fiber of his being was awakening in response to Baekhyun's dominant force.

“No, no, Baekhyun, I—” His voice came out in a ragged voice, laced with panic that grew inexplicably as the feeling of being completely filled intensified. The alpha’s cock was reaching places inside him he’d never imagined he could reach, eliciting a mix of pleasure and pain that left him breathless.

“Shh, Sehunnie, yes you can, yes you can.” Baekhyun’s voice was like a soft whisper of temptation, urging him to let go. It was a sound that reverberated in his mind, an invitation that pushed him to explore the limits of his own body. The pain felt overwhelming, but there was also a spark of pleasure inside him that kept him on edge, like a fire that burned ever more intense.

Baekhyun’s hips grew more and more eager, thrusting upwards with an urgency that made Sehun gasp. Every movement was a reminder of their connection, an erotic dance that kept them trapped in a spiral of desire. Baekhyun’s firm hands on his waist kept him in place, as if he knew that his pleasure was tied to his surrender, to the way he let himself be carried away by the intensity of that moment.

Finally, after a series of firm, rhythmic thrusts, Sehun felt himself finally fully seated, Baekhyun’s cock pushing deep inside him. The mix of pleasure and pain became a wave that engulfed him, a hot, ravenous embrace that consumed him all.
He felt dizzy, completely overwhelmed by the dark sensation of being so full, of being able to feel the hard erection so deep inside him. It was an explosive cocktail of emotions that left him breathless, an intoxicating mix of pleasure and a sweetly stabbing pain that kept him on the edge of an abyss he could barely comprehend. Every beat of his heart resonated in his chest, and the connection with Baekhyun made him feel even more alive.

The pressure inside him was like an electric current running through his veins, every movement of the alpha causing waves of sensations that made him lose track of time and space. Sehun let himself be carried away by the whirlwind of sensations, feeling how every millimeter of that penetration brought him closer to Baekhyun, as if their bodies were meant to fit together that way.

At that moment, something was screaming in the back of the beta's brain, in an alarming way. He was a beta, and Baekhyun was an alpha; this shouldn't happen, this wasn't possible between them. However, that alarm was cruelly silenced by the loud gasps that escaped directly from the younger's throat as soon as he felt the member obscenely come out of him to reinsert itself in a strong movement inside him.

The noises came out without any filter, and they were fucking loud and obscene, reverberating in the environment like an echo of uncontrollable desire. Sehun's voice sounded completely broken with each thrust, further and further from his self-control, each penetration blurring the lines of his consciousness. His body responded to the impulses of pleasure, pushing forward, seeking the intensity of that forbidden moment.

Every movement was a silent scream that tore at his mind and heart, taking him to a place where logic didn't exist, where only the feeling of being claimed and the warmth of the alpha filling him completely mattered. The mix of pleasure and confusion overwhelmed him, each thrust bringing him closer to a precipice he had never imagined, leaving him in a state of pure lust that consumed him from within. Baekhyun could never get enough. With a firm, determined movement, he flipped Sehun over, trapping him once again within his heated embrace. The feeling of being so deep inside the beta made a surge of desire consume him. Uncaring of the discomfort of his position, his hands quickly raised Sehun's long legs to his shoulders, placing him in a posture that made him feel vulnerable.

Without giving him time to react, the alpha began a brutal sequence of thrusts, each one more intense than the last. The bed creaked under the pressure of their bodies, and the wet sounds of their connection filled the room, creating a symphony of desire that enveloped them. Sehun felt each hip thrust shake him to the core, causing his thoughts to scatter and the only thing that existed was the pure lust Baekhyun unleashed in him.

Baekhyun’s eyes shone with an insatiable hunger, and Sehun couldn’t help but get lost in the expression of pleasure that adorned the alpha’s face. In that moment, logic and warnings faded away; all there was was the burning fire of their bodies joined together, a frenzied rhythm taking over them, bringing them to a state of ecstasy where nothing else mattered.

Sehun didn't know what to feel at that moment: a whirlwind of pleasure and pain engulfed him, stealing his breath and bringing him to the brink of fainting. It was too intense, but at the same time so pleasurable that tears threatened to spill from his eyes. He had never been with someone like this before; no one had ever taken him this way, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable.

Sweat soaked his body, but he was barely aware of it. His eyes were lost, without any focus, as each thrust of the alpha echoed in his being, intensifying the feeling of hardness that filled him. He could feel how Baekhyun's enormous erection penetrated deep inside him, as if each blow lodged itself in his stomach, unleashing a combination of pleasures that left him breathless.

It was at that moment that, with palpable malice, Baekhyun grabbed his wrists with excessive force, dominating him completely. The thrusting became unrestrained, each movement deeper and more aggressive, driving Sehun into a state of ecstasy where pain and pleasure intertwined, creating a whirlwind of sensations that overwhelmed his ability to reason. All he could do was hold onto the bed as his body gave itself over to the maelstrom of sensations Baekhyun provided.

The sloshing was sickeningly loud in the room, an almost primal sound that mixed with Baekhyun’s quiet gasps, who repeated Sehun’s name with a haunting devotion. Each thrust brought with it a familiar pressure in his belly, intensifying the experience as the movements became deeper and slower, creating a hypnotic rhythm that consumed him.

“Yes, Sehunnie, feel me, feel me inside you, you’re mine,” Baekhyun murmured in a possessive tone that, in another context, might have alarmed Sehun. But now, in his barely conscious state, that possessiveness became a driving force that drove him to a limit he had never imagined reaching. He felt trapped in a back and forth of emotions and sensations, where every word and every movement of the alpha made him lose himself more in surrender.

With an almost superhuman effort, Sehun managed to break free from the grip on his wrists, his fingers scratching at the disastrous sheets beneath them. His entire body convulsed with pleasure, and, in that instant, he felt his insides tighten around Baekhyun's length, drawing a gasp from the alpha as the pressure intensified. The wave of pleasure brought him to the edge of the abyss, and with one last sigh, he let out an excessive amount of fluids.

It was too much, twice as much, it was too much for the beta.

Sehun was on the verge of passing out, exhaustion consuming him completely, the reality of his limit manifesting itself in every fiber of his being.
Pain intertwined with pleasure in a way that exhausted him, his joints crying out for relief and a growing discomfort in his hip making him feel like he was on the verge of breaking.

His clit wouldn't stop throbbing though, causing waves of pleasure that drove him to a state of madness. Every movement Baekhyun made seemed to intensify that sensation, and though his body felt exhausted, his mind and desire still burned with an insatiable need. Desperation washed over him; he'd had enough. With a broken moan, Sehun felt like he was about to lose control completely, caught in a whirlwind of emotions and sensations that left him on the edge of the abyss.
But Baekhyun didn't.

He nearly screamed, but in pain, when the alpha decided to thrust so deep it brought tears to his eyes. It was a brutal moment, where pleasure and pain intertwined in a chaotic dance. Suddenly, without warning, through the haze of his suffering, he felt an alien warmth seeping into him.
Baekhyun had finished inside him. A torrent of sensations unleashed itself in Sehun's body, overwhelming him with the mix of emotions. It's okay, he thought desperately; he can't get pregnant, he doesn't have any fertile organs.

But he definitely hadn't expected Baekhyun to still be inside him. He was supposed to leave, to get out before the knot started to swell inside him. Betas can't stretch like omegas; it was crazy that a beta could take a knot without tearing, or something close to it. Desperation pulled him out of his reverie in that instant; He had to get Baekhyun out, he had to do it before this one…

As soon as he sat up, he was greeted with something he never thought he would witness before. A tense growl, one that belonged to Baekhyun. Who was now staring at him defiantly, threatening to bare his teeth. This made no sense to Sehun. In the midst of desperation, he pushed himself back with his shaking arms, trying to move his legs away from Baekhyun, but was caught in a terrifying way when Baekhyun lunged at him.

The alpha's possessive gaze caught him, and a shiver ran down his spine as he felt the pressure of his body on his. It was as if a primal instinct awakened in Baekhyun, something wild that made him cling to his prey. Sehun felt his heart pound as his mind tried to process what was happening.

Burying himself back into him with a brutal movement that made Sehun cry out in pure pain, the knot was already forming, and it only made him more desperate. The pressure and the friction were intense, filling him with contradictory sensations. The alpha’s teeth bared as he pinned Sehun against the backrest, his gaze fixed and ravenous.
The claws of fear seemed to rip the beta’s soul out as soon as he noticed what Baekhyun wanted to do. At that moment, the reality of his situation intensified: the certainty that he was trapped in a cycle he couldn’t escape. Desire and terror intertwined, creating a whirlwind in his chest.

He wanted to mark him. He wanted to bite his gland, a beta’s gland, and that was something Sehun couldn’t allow. Panic filled him. “No, Baekhyun, no!” He screamed, his hands pushing at the alpha’s shoulders with all the strength he had left, trying to keep him as far away as possible. He had always been strong, but Baekhyun’s alpha strength, dominated by his instincts, was getting the better of him.

Desperation was building inside him, an overwhelming feeling that threatened to consume him. He had to break away before the alpha knotted him or bit him; there was no comparison as to which of those options was worse. His body felt trapped, like it was glued to Baekhyun’s, and the feeling of terror intensified with every second the alpha remained inside him. The knot was going to grow in a matter of moments, and it was going to tear him apart.

“No, no, no!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, the sound of his voice echoing in the room as he struggled to escape this situation. His heart was pounding, and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead. Sehun knew he was on the edge of an abyss, where pleasure and pain intertwined, but his survival instinct screamed that he must fight, that he must break free before it was too late.

A loud slam echoed through the room, and Minseok appeared, his shocked expression quickly turning to worry. “Oh my god,” was the first thing that left his lips, disbelief plastered across his face as his eyes widened at the scene. He stood frozen for a moment, processing what was happening.

Minseok’s nose involuntarily wrinkled as he took in the tense atmosphere, and it wasn’t until he locked eyes with Sehun’s eyes, which were dripping with pure tears, that alarm went off inside him. The beta was desperately struggling to break away from Baekhyun, who seemed intent on marking him at any cost. Sehun’s anguish was palpable, and Minseok’s heart sank as he realized the younger’s vulnerability. Without hesitation, he took a step forward, his protective instinct taking over as his gaze hardened.

“Baekhyun, let go!” he ordered, his voice firm and determined, attempting to break the dangerous connection between the two. His worry took over as he watched the beta’s struggle become more frantic. Minseok knew he had to act quickly before the situation became even more disastrous.

At that moment, Minseok leapt straight to where Baekhyun stood, his hands gripping the young alpha’s shoulders tightly. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife, and the air was thick with a mix of fear and desperation. “God, Baekhyun, react a little!” Minseok’s voice echoed through the space, low and authoritative, probably using his alpha tone to try and reason with the other.
Sehun, caught between Baekhyun’s primal impulse and Minseok’s intervention, couldn’t quite identify what was happening around him. Even his weak beta senses were overloaded, unable to focus on anything other than the desire to get away from the situation. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, panic taking over as his mind struggled between the pain and pleasure overwhelming him.

“What’s going on—? Sehun?!” Suho’s voice burst into the room, displaying the same reaction of shock and concern as Minseok. Within seconds, the rest of the group members had gathered, each wearing expressions of shock and alarm. The tension was palpable in the air, as if time had stopped. Minseok and Chanyeol, with strength and determination, managed to pull Baekhyun off of Sehun, separating the alpha from the beta.

Baekhyun’s reaction was almost terrifying to Sehun, a flash of madness in his eyes that made the beta tremble. Rage and desire intertwined in the alpha’s voice, which resonated with a primal ferocity. “He’s mine! He’s mine, I have to mark him!” he screamed, like a cornered animal, as his body struggled to break free from Minseok and Chanyeol’s grip.

Sehun felt a chill run down his spine, a mix of fear and confusion. Desperation tightened his chest, every word Baekhyun said echoing in his mind like a terrifying echo. The alpha’s insistence on claiming him, on possessing him in such a visceral way, made him feel vulnerable, exposed. Behind them, Suho and Jongdae were frozen in shock, but their faces reflected a growing concern as they followed Baekhyun.

Sehun couldn’t react until Kyungsoo, with his usual calm and tenderness, spread a blanket over him. The soft touch of the fabric brought him back to reality, and when he felt the warmth of the older man beside him, his world began to make sense again. Kyungsoo sat next to the beta, stroking his hair with a gentleness that comforted him amidst the chaos.

“Sehunnie, it’s okay,” Kyungsoo’s deep voice whispered, resonating in his ear like a balm. “He didn’t tie you up. You’re safe. We won’t let anything happen.” The older man’s words slid through his mind like a haven of peace, and Sehun felt himself slowly anchored in reality.
Kyungsoo laid him down with gentle movements, with a gentleness that contrasted drastically with the intensity of what had happened. As he removed the ruined shirt, Sehun’s vulnerability became apparent, leaving him completely naked, except for the blanket that covered him. His heart was pounding, a mix of relief and residual fear, as Kyungsoo’s caresses continued to flow through his hair.

Soft caresses spread through his hair and cheek, each delicate touch wiping away the tears that unconsciously continued to fall. Sehun felt the drops of his tears run down his neck, reaching his intact glands. The caresses were so comforting that they almost made him numb, but at the same time they reminded him that there was no pain in that part of his body.

“He got into a disorganized routine. It’s not your fault, Sehunnie. “You didn’t know,” Kyungsoo murmured, his warm breath caressing the beta’s ear. The older man’s closeness, the warmth of his body hugging his back, created a feeling of protection that enveloped him completely. Kyungsoo’s words echoed in his mind like a soothing echo, trying to undo the confusion that had enveloped him.

His brain felt so numb, as if the fog of exhaustion enveloped him. As the caresses continued, the peace emanating from Kyungsoo gently seduced him. Without realizing it, he fell into the clutches of sleep, letting himself be carried away by the comfort of his friend and the promise that everything would be okay.

Notes:

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