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It had been 2 hours since their last argument and Peter wasn't answering Scott's text messages or phone calls. Just as he attempted to call his mate for the millionth time, Peter strolled into the house nonchalantly.
“Where were you?” Scott asked.
“Out,” Peter said, not even looking Scott’s way.
“Clearly,” Scott remarked, becoming angry. “But where?”
Peter shrugged and got a cold drink from the fridge.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Scott asked again.
“Away from you,” Peter said and drank his water.
“Did you have fun?”
“Yep,” Peter answered, with an annoyed expression.
“I called you at least a thousand times. What the hell, Peter?”
Peter flickered his eyes at his furious 8-month pregnant mate and said nothing.
“You know I don't like getting ignored,” Scott continued.
“You asked me to fucking leave and I did just that.” Peter casually turned on the television.
“Because you were pissing me off!” Scott roared. Sure, Scott told him to leave but he didn't mean for 2 hours. Whenever he tells Peter to piss off, it's usually only for less than an hour. One time, Scott told Peter to leave and he was only gone for 20 minutes before Scott texted him that he was hungry. To which, Peter returned with Scott's favorite pizza and herbal remedies for his morning sickness and heartburn.
“And you think you don't piss me off constantly?” Peter roared back, for once. “Sometimes, I need a fucking break!”
One moment, Scott is blinking at Peter in shock and the next moment, he snaps. He doesn't know what came over him but he somehow struck Peter. “What did you say, you bastard? You need a break?!” he roared, as his eyes flashed.
Peter was nearly knocked over from the power of the slap. He placed a hand on his stinging cheek in astonishment, where Scott hit him.
Scott’s eyes went back to their normal brown color and he immediately felt a wave of guilt take over him as realization set in. “Shit, shit, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby! I didn't mean to!” He grabbed Peter's face. “I don't know why I did that. Fuck,” he said as his eyes teared up.
“Because I pissed you off.” Peter tried brushing it off with a smile.
“No, no, no, don’t do that,” Scott started crying, “I’m a piece of shit.”
Peter sighed deeply and hugged a crying Scott. “It's okay,” Peter comforted his mate.
“No, it’s not okay,” Scott cried into his shoulder. “I hit you.”
“I know you didn't mean it,” Peter said.
“It doesn't matter,” Scott said, “I still shouldn't have done it.” Before Peter could repeat himself, Scott said, “You can hit me back.”
Peter snorted at what was obviously a joke. But Scott’s teary-eyed face remained solemn. “Are you serious… no way I'm hitting you.”
“But I hurt you,” Scott said.
“Hardly.”
For some reason, this made Scott cry harder. “I don't deserve you,” he sniffed, “You're so good to me and I-I-I just did that to you and—”
Peter hushed him with a chaste kiss. “Just breathe, okay?” He cupped his mate’s face in his hands.
Scott was immediately soothed by Peter.
“Remember what Deaton told us?” He wiped at Scott's tears.
Scott nodded.
“And what did he say?”
“With me being a werewolf, my hormones will be all over the place.”
“And?”
“And… my wolf will be harder to contain.”
“And what you're going through is one hundred times worse than what a pregnant human goes through,” Peter added. With Scott being pregnant, he was even more emotional and hypersensitive than normal. Deaton warned them that Scott’s pregnancy would make him extremely hormonal—more hormonal than a pregnant human—and harder for him to control his wolf. He often had outbursts that he took out on Peter, but he never hit him. Not until now.
“I’m sorry,” Scott began crying again. “It's just so much and I feel like I'm going crazy someti–Ow. It hurts,” he hissed and rubbed his belly. Despite being a werewolf, Scott was not immune to body aches–in fact, he constantly ached and somehow felt weaker than before his pregnancy. It was like this pregnancy stalled his immunity he gained from becoming bitten. He also healed at a much slower rate and even experienced heightened symptoms of common illnesses. Furthermore, he even started experiencing skin breakouts and acne. Scott essentially experienced every pregnancy symptom a human would…. on an extreme level. He hated it.
Peter rubbed his mate's round baby bump. “I know,” he said in understanding. “Where do you hurt?”
“My ribcage,” Scott groaned. The baby was pressed up against them and kept kicking around inside Scott. The baby was constantly moving around and if the baby wasn’t kicking Scott, it was headbutting Scott’s insides.
Peter looked at him sympathetically because despite societal advances, there weren’t any over the counter painkillers for werewolves like there were for humans… because werewolves traditionally didn’t need such a thing.
He gently placed his hand on his mate’s belly to siphon the pain away. He grimaced as the pain hit him. It nearly made him recoil. It always amazed him what Scott endured. It was no wonder he was always so irritable.
“Thank you,” Scott sighed in relief. “I feel a little better.”
Peter grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. “I’m sorry for what I said.”
“No, it’s okay,” Scott said with a smile, “I’m…. a lot.”
“So am I.”
They made out for a few moments until Scott pulled back, groaning in pain.
“Having contractions again?”
“Think so.”
They went to sit down together and Peter rubbed his tummy.
A few moments later, a low sound rippled against the couch, which startled the both of them. Then, a putrid stench surrounded them.
Peter made a face at Scott and fanned the smell away from him. “It was just gas, I see.”
Scott started laughing uncontrollably and in the midst, more and more flatulence escaped him.
Peter started retching and fled the couch. “That was foul.”
“Don’t be dramatic. It doesn’t smell that bad,” Scott continued laughing.
“Tell that to my nose,” Peter said in a nasally voice, as he was pinching his nose to not have to smell his gassy mate. While Deaton mentioned every other symptom Scott was going to experience, he failed to mention that a pregnant werewolf's flatulence is a thousand times more noxious and smelly.
Scott just went on cackling so hard, his belly shook. And Peter couldn’t help but join in with the laughter.
After eating some takeout, they watched a movie together in the bedroom. Ten minutes into it and Scott was already snoring.
***
Scott moaned as he woke up to his mate sucking on his sensitive nipples. He smiled down at his horny mate. “What’re you doing?”
Peter answered by toying with the other nipple with his fingers as he continued sucking and licking the other one.
Scott held his head there and groaned as Peter lifted up one of his legs to rub his finger against Scott’s rim. He kissed all over Scott's chest, neck, and stomach. Peter felt Scott progressively dampen with slick as he fingered his hole. His eyes flashed red as his nostrils were graced with the thick scent of sweet almonds and honey. Scott’s arousal, his slick, and his entire being smelled even stronger while pregnant. One of the advantages Peter loved, plus, Scott was more horny.
Peter lifted his mate’s legs around his waist and slowly entered him. Scott’s velvety heated walls welcomed him. They simultaneously grunted as he bottomed out. He started a steady rhythm, making certain to hit his mate’s sweet spot. He engulfed his sexy partner’s lips in a steamy, deep kiss.
“Harder,” Scott moaned in encouragement, “You won’t hurt me or the baby.”
Peter lost it, especially when he noticed his mate stroking himself. He complied happily to his omega’s demand.
Scott's moans got louder. “Fuck,” he panted. “Right there. Faster!”
Peter sped up his movements. He moaned at the sight of Scott's eyes rolling back.
Scott tightly held onto Peter as he was fucked senseless. The only sounds that could be heard were both their moans, the bed creaking, and skin slapping.
Peter grunted because his mate was clawing the fuck out of his back. He loved watching his mate come undone under him. Only Peter was fortunate enough to see such a sight. Scott was his.
“I love you,” Scott panted.
“Fuck, I love you too,” Peter moaned.
Scott’s moans rose to a crescendo as he felt his orgasm approaching.
Peter picked up on this and methodologically thrust in and out of his mate, with the intention of making sure he hit the right spot.
Scott quickly saw stars and exploded.
Peter paused his movements for a second to lean down and kiss Scott.
Scott pulled Peter closer to him by groping his ass. “Come inside.”
Peter came from just hearing that. They stayed like that until both came down from their high.
Just as Peter was going to get up to change the slick and cum-soaked sheets, Scott grabbed him and flipped their positions. This took Peter aback, since his mate’s strength has been compromised for the most part since he became pregnant, but he had instances where he was insanely strong too. Just like earlier when Scott smacked him.
Peter watched in awe as his mate grabbed his (now) semi hard on and stroked it until it quickly hardened completely.
“We’re not finished yet,” Scott growled, as he lined himself up and slid down until Peter was inside him once again.
When they both finished, Scott was trying to reawaken his mate by stroking him once more.
“Scott,” Peter groaned, “I don’t think I have another round in me. Please—”
“You do,” Scott purred and he rubbed Peter against his entrance.
“I need a break.”
Scott scowled at him. “You need a break?”
Peter was confused about his mate’s annoyed expression until it dawned on him that he said he needed a break from Scott during their argument earlier. “I said I was sorry for that.”
“I'm still mad at you,” Scott pouted as he sat back down on his alpha’s erection.