Gang rape - read on ao3
Tags: Stiles x Hale pack, omegaverse, non-con
Part 1 of 2
Tagging: @therogueheart
Derek smells the omega first. It's ripe, in beat, and his mouth waters. It doesn't take long before his betas smell it too, eyes flashing. Derek bolts from the clearing, paws beating against the hard packed soil. Behind him, Boyd, Erica and Issac are at his heels.
The moon is high in the sky, and Derek howls as he follows the trail. An in heat omega in their woods wasn't something Derek or the betas could pass up. Unmated omegas weren't allowed out in public. This one was definitely unmated, and the scent of heat pulled to the werewolf pack's instincts like a fish on a line.
The closer Derek got, the more the scent of the omega told him. The omega was male, young. He was lost, afraid. The smell had Derek's saliva glands working overtime. He licked his muzzle as he ran.
The omega is in a clearing not far from the lake the pack goes swimming in during hot days. Derek growls a barked warning to his betas as they charge forward and they quickly lose steam. Derek takes the lead once more, shifting mid stride and standing over the omega.
His betas shift as well, the four of them watching as the omega whimpers, arms around his stomach and shoulder leaning into a tree for support.
"You lost?" Erica asked, voice a rumbled growl, eyes flashing gold.
The omega looks up, eyes a bright, whiskey brown. Pupils dilated. Derek takes a step forward, unsure what he intends to do as he reaches a hand out. Does he want to see if he's okay, needs help? Or does he want to mount him? Both options tug at his gut.
The omega smells heady, wet and inviting, and Derek's eyes flash red as he inhales. The omega instinctively takes a step forward, and the close proximity answers Derek's question.
The omega staggers forward, into Derek's chest on a whine, nose and mouth pressed into Derek's neck. He's too far gone in his heat. Derek wraps his arms around the omega and pulls him in closer.
"It's alright, omega," he breathed, cock thickening. "We'll take good care of you."
The omega shakes his head even as he grips at Derek's bare sides, practically rubbing his scent all over the alpha.
"I need- I need to go to a clinic," he rasps. Derek turns to face his pack, hands working on their own to slide under the omega's shirt.
"What's your name?" Erica asked, sliding up behind the omega.
"Sti-Stiles," the omega whines. "Please, I need a clinic."
Derek lifts Stiles' shirt up, exposing his torso. Erica's hands slip around to his front, unbuttoning his jeans, which are soaked with slick.
"We'll take care of you," Isaac hums. Boyd is there too. They're crowding the omega, keeping him from wiggling free.
They get him out of his clothes even as he struggles weakly against them. Poor thing is too lost, too dazed to really fight the four of them. Too human to go up against the pack.
"Shh," Derek breathes into the whimpering omega's ear, lowering them to the ground. Stiles has tears in his eyes. He's fighting weakly, but Derek knows what he needs, and somewhere in Stiles' mind, he knows it too.
He doesn't fight as Derek turns him around, so his back is to Derek's chest. His cock slits in between his ass cheeks, coated with slick. Stiles moans and rocks back onto him, head dropping back.
"There we go," Erica purrs, crowding in front of them both as Derek adjusts Stiles in his hold.
"Please," Stiles whines. "Please I need -hhhnn- I need a clin-"
He doesn't get to say much else. Derek's too lost in his own instincts to claim to really focus on the weak attempts at persuasion. Stiles says he doesn't, but Derek can smell he does.
His hole is sloppy already, heat making the rim lose and ready without much prep. Derek gets an arm under one of Stiles' legs, lifting it enough that he can try and get the right angle.
He growls when his cock slips, the omega too slick for him to slide in without help. Erica grabs him by the base and Derek lowers Stiles onto it.
The omega wails at the intrusion, head falling back onto Derek's shoulder as he sinks down to the hilt.
Derek drops onto his back and fucks up into the omega. Around him, his betas growl with want, envy.
Boyd is the first to move. He drops to his knees at Derek's head, holding his own cock firm. Stiles -lost in the feeling of having an alpha inside him- barely registers what's happening. His mouth parts when Boyd presses the tip of his cock against soft pink lips. He takes the beta in smoothly, choking when Boyd hits the back of his throat, barely fitting all of him inside.
Erica is quick to scramble up next. She straddles Stiles' hips, eyes flashing as she grabs his omega cock and lines herself up. She sinks down and Stiles moans around Isaacs cock. Derek growls a moan of his own as the omega tightens around him. He fucks up into him harder.
The force of his thrusts sends Stiles' cock up into Eric's cunt. He can hear Stiles choking on Boyd's dick, and that's all it takes for Isaac to break and drop to his knees in the clearing. He grabs Stiles' hand, forces it around his cock, curls his own hand around it to keep Stiles put, and fucks into his fingers.
Derek already feels his knot forming, his teeth sharpening. The omega pants and whines between them, overstimulated and satisfied all at once. Derek's pack knows how to pleasure the oenga. They take everything he's willing to give and more. More slick drools past Derek's cock, coating his thighs and setting the soil under them. Erica's cunt creates slick of its own, leaving the poor thing a mess.
Derek revels in the choked off moans and gasps in his ear as Boyd fucks into his throat, and with a final thrust, Derek locks into the omega. Stiles' back arches, he crows around Boyd. Derek howls, cumming heavily into the omega's tight clutch.
He bites down hard on Stiles' neck, breaking skin. Isaac shouts his own release at the sight.
Stiles cums seconds later. Derek can smell it. Can feel the flutter of his asshole as he spills his infertile load into Erica.
Erica continues to rock on his cock, using her fingers to rub at her clit, panting and growling as she brings herself closer to her own release.
Stiles eagerly swallows Boyd's. Derek pulls his teeth from his neck, licking at the bond bite he's placed there.
"Such a good boy," he breathed, hips twitching as he continues to empty himself into Stiles. The omega whimpers at the praise, cum glistening against his lips.
Erica pulls off with a sigh, leaning down to lick up the mess at Stiles' groin. Derek watches with baited breath as she opens her mouth, sharp teeth grazing the sensitive skin of the omega's inner thigh as she sucks up slick and cum.
"Bite him," Derek demands, voice alpha sharp. The betas around him whimper. The omega in his arms lets out a reedy "please."
Please don't, or please do, Derek doesn't know, but he doesn't care to ask. His own bond bite is on Stiles' neck. The omega is his, his pack's.
Erica bites at his inner thigh, breaking the skin just as Derek has. The omega screams, arching and tugging on Derek's knot as he cums again. Isaac bites down on the soft inside of Stiles' forearm. Boyd's teeth break the skin on Stiles' shoulder, on the opposite side of where Derek had bitten him.
From how cognizant Stiles had been before they showed up, Derek knows he's only at the beginning of his heat. It could last up to 3 days. He curls his arms tighter around the loose body laying on top of him, his betas soothing their own bond bites with soft lips and tongues.
"Please," Stiles sobs, chest heaving.
"Shh," Derek breathes. "We're going to take good care of you."
It takes a few minutes for Derek's knot to deflate and he slips out of the omega with a groan. He lifts Stiles up as he stands and the betas quickly follow. Their full moon run is cut off short, but no one minds as they follow Derek back to the pack house.
Stiles -momentarily satiated and sleeping from the thorough fucking Derek and his betas gave him- rests his cheek against Derek's shoulder.
"Do we get to keep him?" Isaac asked, looking as excited as a puppy at the prospect of a new toy. Erica and Boyd look at Derek expectantly as well, and Derek nods easily.
"He's ours now," he decides. He knew the moment he smelled the omega in the wind that he'd be theirs. The omega whimpers against his neck, bleeding from his various bites, cum and slick on his skin, inviting the pack to stop right there and fuck him into the ground once more.
Even if the omega didn't want them, it was too late. Derek wouldn't let him go. He was too perfect. Perfect for his pack. For his betas. He'd kill anyone who tried to take him from them.
