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Scott McCall has always been kind of a klutz. Even after getting the bite and having enhanced werewolf senses, speed, and strength, Scott was just never graceful on his feet. The only person who rivaled his clumsiness was his best friend Stiles, who was out sick today and couldn't make it to practice.
Coach Hale blew his whistle as he watched the lacrosse team make their plays around the field. Scott was a fast runner and a more than decent lacrosse player, but eventually, always, there will be a moment where Scott would—
THUD.
Coach Hale watched as Scott tripped over his feet and fell face first into the goal netting, completely taking down Liam with him, who had been in goal for the remainder of practice. Derek blew his whistle again to stop practice and the team stopped to laugh at McCall wiggling about with his feet in the air in the upturned goal net.
Liam was flat on his back. He sat up, shaking the consciousness back into his brain as he looked around like the confused pup he was.
Coach Hale blew his whistle for the third time, effectively shutting the team up. "Alright, you've had your fun, now hit the showers." The boys muttered sullenly as they made their way back to the locker rooms. Theo Raeken, one of the newer additions to them, and a cocky pain in the ass, ran over to help up Liam, who was still a little discombobulated from the fall.
"Dunbar. Raeken." Coach Hale called out as the two stopped dead in their tracks. "Stick around. We need to help Scott out of the net."
Embarrassingly, Scott had tried his best to get out of the net himself but only seemed to have tangled himself even worse within the tight netting. In spite of the fact that he was a werewolf with enhanced strength, Scott didn't seem to think to try to muscle his way out of the net. Scott was a good alpha and a good werewolf, but he was a bit of an airhead at times. A lovable one, but still an airhead.
Derek rolled his eyes. "Scott, just stay still and let Theo and Liam get you out of there."
Theo and Liam trudged over to where Scott was now face down in the grass with his ass up in the air, wriggling and writhing around as he struggled to get out. It was practically obscene watching his perky butt jiggling like it was in those loose lacrosse shorts. Part of the reason that Derek decided to take over as lacrosse coach while Finstock was in rehab was so that Derek could keep a closer eye on his betas and made sure they behaved while playing this stupid game.
But another reason he enjoyed being coach was him getting to be in close proximity to the pack in the locker rooms. The smell of their testosterone and sweat and musk was intoxicating to any werewolf within a mile radius and Derek was just next door in the coach's office, sitting there trying to concentrate on grading papers with the most uncomfortable boner in his shorts.
That was another thing he enjoyed about being coach. He wore the tightest, smallest shorts in existence that left little to the imagination for his bulge. Not to mention, it allowed his thick thighs some freedom and hugged his fat ass just right. If there was an ass that rivaled Scott's, Derek was definitely the prime candidate. But today wasn't about Derek's ass. Today was about Scott's and the way he was just presenting himself like a little slut for him, Liam, and Theo.
The two other betas were struggling to keep Scott still while he flailed around like a caught fish.
"Scott, stay still!" Liam grunted as he tried to get the netting loose. It was amazing that none of them even thought about using their claws. Then again, Derek had stressed they should solve their day to day problems without werewolf-y assistance and leave the werewolf business for actual supernatural threats.
At some point, Liam decided he could get better leverage from behind and decided to mount Scott while he pulled at the netting. From this position, Scott's ass was able to rub up against Liam's cock from his baggy lacrosse shorts.
"Fuck," Liam hissed as he found himself getting hard at the action. It was a natural reaction, especially because Scott's ass was looking incredible rubbing up against Liam's burgeoning erection.
Theo's line of vision trailed over to where Scott was practically twerking against Liam's heavy cock and his eyes widened. "Dude!" he exclaimed, scandalized at Liam's behavior with his alpha.
Liam just shrugged. "It's not my fault, he just keeps wiggling and... and..."
Liam jerked his head over at Derek, deseprately looking for some kind of support. Derek had lost his train of thought throughout the whole scene playing before. From the way Scott's shorts were slowly being tugged lower and lower over the swell of Scott's plump bottom to the considerable tent in Liam's own shorts, Derek was already nursing a fat boner of his own in his increasingly tight shorts.
"C-Coach?" Liam gulped as he watched Derek squeezing and pulling at his large, hard cock.
Derek groaned as he kept rubbing himself, watching as Scott continued to writhe about, getting further caught in the net as Theo and Liam watched in shock at their coach jerking himself off through his shorts.
"Come on, boys," Derek said finally, unzipping his shorts to give his cock some much needed relief. Honestly, he was surprised he was even able to get stuff that monster in these tiny shorts even while flaccid. "He's right there, within reach. You can't tell me you haven't thought about it."
Liam was blushing and he had to have known that if he tried lying to Derek, Derek would know. It was obvious to everyone that Liam had a crush on Scott. Well, everyone except Scott. Scott was so oblivious to the puppy dog eyes Liam had for him that Derek was shocked he couldn't smell how aroused he'd get in his presence. Even Theo has complained about it.
"Thought about what?" They heard Scott ask from under the netting. From the way his voice was muffled, it sounded like he was getting a mouth full of grass. "What's going on, guys?"
He was still writhing around. Honestly, how could he be an alpha and still have this much of a problem getting loose from a goal net? Was the twine made out of wolfsbane? Mountain ash? Or was Scott just a fat-assed himbo? So many questions that need answer, but Derek didn't have it in him to care to figure them out.
He turned his attention to Liam, who was now looking down at the way Scott's bubble butt practically hot dogging his cock through the fabric of their shorts. "Liam, pull his shorts down."
With shaky hands, Liam grabbed the waistband of Scott's lacrosse shorts and pulled them along with his underwear down over the swell of Scott's fat ass. The three wolves marveled at the huge, glorious, bouncy butt presented for them. The way it jiggled whenever Scott squirmed beneath the nettings.
"Hey, I think my shorts fell," Scott said. "Can you pick them back up for me?"
Derek snorted as he jerked his cock to full mast, slick with his precum and ready to breed that McBooty. "Move aside, Liam. Coach gets first dibs."
A reluctant Liam scooched to the side as Derek lined his cock to Scott's smooth hole. "You shave, Scott?"
Theo snickered, earning a questioning look from Derek. "The, uh... The team once told him that it was bad luck to have a hairy ass crack and that all athletes shave their holes to win games."
"And he believed that?"
Theo just shrugged. "It is Scott after all."
Derek chuckled before turning his attention back to Scott's twerking ass. He spread his cheeks again and without warning, he shoved his entire cock inside. He roared happily as his large cock was consumed with a tight heat.
"Oh, God!" Scott moaned as Derek fucked into him with long, agonizing thrusts. "Oh, fuck! Wh-what's going on? What are you doing? Oh, god, yes!"
Scott's eyes were rolling in the back of his head as he felt Derek pulverize his prostate with ease, feeling a pleasure he hadn't ever felt before.
"Oh, my fucking god, Coach," he heard Theo moan. He looked to his left to see Theo and Liam with their hands in their shorts, stroking themselves, before they pulled down their waistbands to let them flop out. Their cocks were a decent size. Not as big as Derek's but definitely as thick. He watched as they both spit in their palms before reaching over and starting to jerk each other off.
"This is so fucking hot, Coach," Liam said as he fucked into Theo's fist. "Can we get a turn?"
Derek looked down at the smooth ass that was engulfing his cock with every thrust. He hummed thoughtfully as he pondered the request. Sure, the two horndogs deserved a little something for sticking around to help their alpha. And plus, it was good for betas to get some tension release after a hard days exercise.
He pulled out of Scott's ass with a wet pop and motioned for them to come over. "Take him however you want, boys. But I get to finish him off."
Theo and Liam crawled over to Scott like two horny pups in heat. They spread open Scott's ass and began fucking into his tight ass. As a werewolf, his healing abilities would cause any stretching in his ass to tighten up almost immediately after being fucked, so when Liam shoved his large cock, it was like fucking a virgin tight ass for the first time.
Scott was whimpering under the netting, helpless to do anything as his hole was bred once again by his beta. "Li-i-i-i-i-i-i-iam," Scott cried out. "Oh god, that feels so good."
Derek was chuckling at the scene. "Yeah, I knew he'd come around. Scott's a natural little slut. It's his heightened werewolf instincts. Though, an alpha usually would rather do the breeding than getting bred."
But Derek has no complaints on the matter. In fact, this was a thousand times better for him. Liam's thrusts began to become more erratic before he roared out, eyes turning yellow, as his cum began to fill Scott's hole. With his cock spent, Liam pulled out to allow Theo his turn.
Theo bit his lip, smirking as he took the time to admire Scott's cream-filled buns. It was something the little shit had been dreaming about since he came to Beacon Hills to try and weasel his way into Scott's pack. Derek growled under his breath. The cocky little shit was lucky he wasn't around at the time or he'd have to teach him a lesson. Maybe even have him be the one getting bred.
Theo shoved his cock into Scott, relishing at the mixture of Scott's natural warmth and the slick feeling of Liam's cum on his cock, acting as a lubricant that allowed fucking Scott all the better. It wasn't long before he was dropping his own load into Scott, probably a hair too fast than the chimera wolf probably would've liked.
"Alright, enough playtime, pups," Coach Hale said as he shoved Theo out of the way. "Time for the coach to show you how it's done."
He pushed his fat cock into Scott and began fucking him with the same stamina and vigor that he had the first time. The force of Derek's powerful thrusts had Scott bouncing on his cock in an easy rhythm that Derek could keep up for hours. Unfortunately, they only had so much time before the next period and he'd have to explain himself to the girls' soccer coach about why he was fucking one of his players on the lacrosse field.
Liam and Theo were watching in awe at how expertly their coach fucked. Their cocks started getting hard again, the horny fucks. Derek was going to have to host some more private coaching sessions if these betas were going to be this horny all of the time. Derek tightened his grip on Scott's ass, squeezing the chunky flesh in his palm as his cock pulsed load after load into the slutty alpha until cum was gushing from his hole with his cock still inside.
Coach Hale sighed contently as he let his softening cock pop out and letting the river of white flow out of Scott. By now, Scott's lacrosse shorts had already been soiled with his own load after the beating his poor hole just got.
Coach Hale stood up, tucked himself back into his shorts and whistled over at Liam and Theo. "Untangle your captain and then hit the showers. And make sure you get all of that cum out of his ass."