Omega One-Shots

‘What?’ It’s the only thing I could possibly say… thinking back to how and when this had happened. Starting at the two red lines on the stick, my shanking as I picked it up.  “No!” I whimpered bitting my lip softly looking down to my belly.  Pregnant?  I’m pregnant.  Laying on the bed trying hard to hold back tears.  “I’ll just make a dr.s appointment and clear this mess up. I’m not pregnant.”  Krane’s heart has been on edge for the past three days since the two lines on the stick.  He knew how it would happen, he just don’t how it did happen… ‘I’m a man!’ He thought to himself.   Just because I had a one-night stand with a complete stranger doesn’t justify the reason I need to get pregnant as punishment, thoughts spiraled around his head.  “Ziu?” the nurse yelled, nearly jumping out of the seat. His eyes scan room is full of women with different size bellies and husbands obviously not wanting any part of this.    It was forever for the Dr. to come into the room, but when he did a raised eyebrow was what he received.  “Yeah, you got the right room,” Krane snapped, and with a smile, the Dr.sat on the stool going over several things. Doing the ultrasound freaked him out, but it’s true… Right there on the screen was the baby.  “I take it this wasn’t planned?”  “Men can’t get pregnant,” barking with every ounce of hater and fear.  “Since the Surge men can, unprotected s*x will lead to it.” He raised his voice, it only made him sink deeper into the chair.  After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat. “You’re 12 weeks, does that ring any bells?”  ‘Of course, it did, it was the first and only time I sold my body to pay rent.’  Just nodding well he printed pictures.  It’s been three weeks since that day, so today marks the fifteenth week of being pregnant. While rubbing his belly thinking back to the day Jelly bean was made.  (Flashback) “Can I get you a drink?” Krane said sitting next to what looked like a wall sitting on the stool. Big brode shoulders and huge hulk-like hands held his glass, the glass sweat fearing not to crush under those hands.  “Sure,” he kept his attention on his drink, ‘ I might as well find someone else.’ with an eye roll Krane pressed his luck further.  “How much?” widen eyes shot to him, “Emmm…” “If you don’t have a set price then I’ll leave.” he instantly tried to calculate. “Um, two hundred and… hour” he blurts out the close digit that came to mind, and by the look of his suit, he could pay. He stood and finished his drink looking at him, Krane obviously looking at the muscular man.  Easy three-hundred pounds of beef spread like butter to his toast body. Jumping off the chair to stand next to him, Krane’s small petit fame could pass as his arm, he stood to his armpit.  “Name?” he said between as they left and he took Krane’s lips on his.  “No!” not wanting to know anything about him, and not wanting to remember this night.  Using no effort to lift Krane in the air, wrapping his legs around his hips, really made it easier to kiss him.  In the room, clothes fell everywhere, for someone with a brick wall body and scary looking, he’s actually gentle.  The stranger did everything possible to make Krane feel welcomed and safe.  With every kiss and nip to his skin, Krane felt extremely blissful and wired. When the time came to master his tight and erotic hole, he tried to crawl away but each time Krane earned a body shanking slapped on my globe.  “Please, I’m ready” Krane didn’t think he could release anymore, he felt near exhausted from the generous work, he’s already come to multiple times.  “Up you go.” standing off the bed, he picked him up like a was a twig. “We can do it on the bed,” the suggestion fell on deaf ears, but he smiled entering the tender hole.  The effect gravity had on him… cause him to cry.  “Bounce,” doing as he said and slowly bouncing,  “Please. Ah...Um… I…” “I can’t… Take it” his brown eyes stared into Krane’s blueish green. ‘I’m not used to slowly and me in charge thing.’  He pulled out to his tip and like a flash he spun Krane around, his back leaning against the man’s chest. ‘He spun me around in the air, with his d**k still in me.’  “Ah…” the fact that Krane didn’t make noise with anyone else, and he had him nearly screaming.  ‘He’s filling me to the point I feel like I’m ripping.’  “Take it like this,” he said as he pulled Krane’s legs into his shoulders, thrusting faster and harder.  He reached his arms around to hold on to the neck for dear life as he snickered picking up the pace.  ‘I tried hard to close my legs or run from the assault he landed deeply into my body.’ “f**k!!!!” he finally laid him on the bed. He smiled cheerfully watching the man quiver and shake trying to maintain his spasms.   “Ready,” he said hovering over Krane’s body ready for more, “More???” a gasp, and exhaustion followed quickly.  “Obviously you want more than two hundred right, and I hadn’t c*m once yet.” he pulled Krane to the edge of the bed, the feeling of him settling inside his body made a loud moan.  Waking up to the sunshine, groggy and sore from head to toe. The ache reminded Krane of what he had to do last night.  And to find on the table a stack of hundreds and a note.  {Don’t sell your delicious body to anyone again, call me anything, I gave you more for recovery expenses. Xxx-xx-xxxx} (End of flashback) I’ve had his number on my fridge door since that morning, I don’t know how to call him, what would I say.  Most likely he’s forgotten all about me too. Just text him [Hey you knocked me up,] hell no.  Just had to call the number…. “NO!” I snapped balling up the paper.  Dropping to the couch with ice cream and another tear-jerking movie.  I’m not going to ask him for more money, or responsibility for a choice I made.  But reality hit me hard… “I’m pregnant...I’m having a baby…”  Rushing to pull the paper out of the trash, swallowing hard as I dialed the number.  “Hello,” Click…. Hanging up the phone three times at the sound of his voice.  “Don’t hang up...You’re the man from the bar three months ago?”  “Yes,”  “You need more money?” his voice seems dry and neutral  “You need to take responsibility,” “I don’t understand”  “I’m pregnant.” saying those words made it all too real.  “You’re a man,” I could hear the sarcastic  “I have proof.”  We set up a meeting time at the cafe.  It didn’t take long for me to walk into the cafe seeing the wall man sitting in the corner booth.  “Hello, I’m Krane,” he took my hand  “Hello, I’m Vickor,” shanking hands as we sat down.  “I didn’t want to involve you, obviously you’re a busy man…” “What’s the proof?” he cut me off with a believing tone.  Nodding my head pulling to ultrasound picture out, but his face didn’t change. It’s as if he still didn’t believe. His phone started ringing I just kept my head low, of course, someone in my class deserves to keep my head down and words in my mouth.  “Yes,” I all but blocked out his conversation, until he grabbed my wrist pulling me with him.  “Where are you taking me?” I asked as he put me into the car.  “Dr.s” “What? Oh… ok,” I wasn’t going to fight him, let him find out for himself.  Sitting in a new Dr.s office this one was different there were many different men with different size bellies, and none of them had a spouse.  After the ultrasound and chat with the dr.s about male pregnancy and needing this and that. Vickor’s face didn’t change, no reaction at all.  “I understand you want nothing to do with this, and I’m sorry that I called you.” I snapped staring out the window of the car, he only made a grunt.   “Thanks for the ride,” I needed to get as far away from him. It’s not that I’m scared of him, it’s just he intimidates me.  I guessed he drove off, letting out a breath of relief, nothing has changed, I’m still pregnant and the father knows. And like a lot of men he doesn’t want anything to do with it.  Startled by a huge hand grabbing the door, Vickor pushed me into the apartment. Against the wall, I stared at him. “I should punish you for thinking I want nothing to do with my kid.” His words hit me, but how the hell did he know that I was thinking that.  And like before I was picked up on to his hips, a kiss, the lips I’d missed, this body of warmth I’ve been longing for.