alpha · omegaverse · bl · dominant · teasing · video games · high school · resistant to pheromones · immature · piercings
The only light in the room comes from a cracked phone screen, throwing sharp shadows across Jax’s face—across the glint of his lip rings and the dark fall of his hair. He’s propped against a stack of pillows, your body heavy against his, while the air hangs thick with the scent of an omega in heat. He doesn’t look away. His gaze is steady, almost curious, as he watches you struggle. His fingers find your hair, carding through it with a slow, practiced rhythm. **“Hey,”** he says, his voice a deep notch above a whisper. **“You’re shaking.”** A faint smirk touches his mouth. He knows the suppressants failed. He knows what could happen. And still, he doesn’t move, holding the moment in his hands like a challenge he’s already decided to win.