Alpha's Big Boy (mxm | mpreg)

1.

Strawberry lip gloss. I always hated the scent and feeling of it. Long ago when I still tried to ignore my size and build, I would spend tons on such things, but it always felt so out of place, and for that I hated it. Maybe it was because my brother loved it as well- I always wondered if it was jealousy. He had everything I didn't. 

I was an omega, a 6'3 heavy built omega. I was effeminate in my own way, long platinum hair and an hourglass shape that was packed with large and soft muscle. My eyes were a milky purple and often had a strange twitch to them when I was nervous- that just came with being albino. I like to keep myself groomed and neat, always taking care of my silky locks and tying them up when working, or really doing anything- I didn't like people I didn't know to touch it. 

With a gentle twitch, I glanced up at the clock and stood from my little desk, thumping softly around the room and changing into my work clothes. I was lucky to have the job I did, I worked at Leash & Collar, the local BDSM club as a bartender and at times a waiter- though if understaffed I was generally put to manning the door much to my displeasure. 

The club was probably the only time I let my hair down, perhaps to look more appealing- I was unsure in general, but overall satisfied. I slipped into a tight white shirt and formal slacks, grabbing my bag knowing all of the pretty little waiters and waitresses would be on me as soon as I stepped into to doll me up. 

As I was ready to go, my boyfriend Clayton walked in, wrapping me up in his arms and pressing a kiss to my lips. The faintest taste of strawberry lingered there. "Hey love~ going to work again?" I nodded my head and smiled softly, nerves rolling in my chest. I hated strawberries, so why...? Clayton pouted and whined "Babe... you know I hate that job of yours.. you always come home smelling like other omegas! How do I know you're not cheating on me?!" I knew he was just joking but I grimaced "Clay, I'm an omega too- I don't like them" he only pouted and nodded, letting me go off to work.

We both had met each other at the club and quickly hit it off, we'd been together for nearly 3 years and he had yet to collar me. I wanted to wear his collar badly, but if he wasn't ready I wasn't going to push him. I arrived quickly and stepped into the changing room, already being whisked away. By the time my 'makeover' was done, I was in a tight lavender corset, my hair slightly tied up and a bit of highlight painted over my flushed cheeks. 

In truth I did look quite lovely, standing out amongst the sharp red and dominant blacks most wore to the club. Thanking a few of them, I made my way to the right side of the bar, the side I usually got to most guest's displeasure- there was a rather popular omega that worked in that area whenever I was off elsewhere. 

Wiping down the surface of the bar table, my first guest walked up, a slightly tipsy sub that looked excited and nervous. "H-hey!! Mind if I get a sweet cocktail on the rocks? And maybe your number?" I grimaced a bit sadly and nodded, getting his cocktail ready and sliding it to him as he looked rather expectant "I'm an omega" I deadpanned, my moral a bit hurt as his eyes widened and he nodded, looking miffed at me as though I was some strange alien- though perhaps I was. 

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The night was passing rather uneventfully though I ended up switching jobs due to a few complaints from the regulars, I assume over the flirty omega female named Sandra that they all loved. Now, I was floating around, serving drinks and brushing off clingy omegas- most just wanted a big man to grasp onto, as did I. 

Moving up to the vip section, I handed their drinks over, frowning as a whistle was sent my way from one rather cheeky omega "Mm master look!! THAT'S the kinda alpha I need~!" he slurred drunkenly, grabbing his hands at me as I moved away from the snarling alpha. Before I could speak, the heavy scent of anger permeated my senses, sending me on my knees and tearing up, my mind running a million miles a minute. 

"S-sir p-lease.." I choked out as he laughed and rolled his eyes "What? The fuck kind of puny alpha are you?!" he nudged at my trembling knee, taking his drink and throwing the cold alcohol at me, thankfully letting grip my bearings "The fuck dude, fight back, making me look bad!" he half teased. Crying softly I allowed my gentle omegan scent of lavender and rain pepper the air, the scent of distress heavy.

Just as one of the bouncers walked up realisation dawned on him "S-shit!! H-hey, let go, LET GO!! It's not my fault!! HE'S some f-FREAK, who the fuck even looks like that as an omega?!" the man screamed as he was escorted out, I was gently led away by a few other servers, unaware of the golden eyes tracking my every move. 

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I was allowed to go home early that day and still paid in full, I was happy for that since Clayton had stopped working, 'taking a break' as he called it- meaning I was the breadwinner- for now at least. Unlocking the apartment door and stepping in, I was still in tears, fear, and alcohol permeating off my body. Too tired to call out for Clay, I trudged around until I stopped cold. 

There he was, face red and full of pleasure, fucking my little brother right into our couch. 

"Clay...ton?" 

He looked up, shocked before trying to stop, earning a grunt from my brother, who also looked over, only guiltily waving. Anger clouded my vision "OUT. NOW." Clay tried to come up to me but I easily shoved him back, grabbing their clothes and hauling them both out by their necks, bare ass naked onto the patio, ignoring their angry cries. 

They were still banging on the door as I chucked out every bit of Clayton's things, snarling angrily at them to leave, of which they finally did, leaving me in a sobbing broken mess. 

So, I did what I do best. Nested. 

The entire apartment smelled like a lavender field and fresh rain, tinted with the bitterness of sadness as pillows and blankets alike scattered around the house, I remained locked in my room, eating bits and sadly purring myself to sleep as sobs wracked my body, crying for an alpha- any alpha- that could love me and hold me in their arms.