Today's page on the slutty Derek Hale calendar? A new, familiar, but slightly new flavor of absolute hound dog frat Derek. He's the biggest himbo the campus has ever seen and all the brothers know he fucks the shit out of the pledges, but no one says anything about it.

Derek himself never says the words gay or bi. He doesn't talk about being into dudes in any way that would make sense. Instead he just ogles them so hard you can feel his touch and drowns them in compliments that are dripping with sex.

It's Stiles' second day with the frat when he's left alone with Derek for the first time and is shocked when he's suddenly crowded against the kitchen cabinets, Derek practically slathered all over him and brushing fingers against a naked part of his hip

"It's my job to make sure you and the pledges are having a /really/ good time, man. Want you fellas to stick with us. You'd tell me if there was anything I could do for you, right? Any need I could fulfill?"

And just in case Stiles was really just out of his mind in intentions, Derek straight up grabs his dick at the last question, hums as me makes sure he gets to know every little detail in the shape of it.

But when he asks the other brothers about it, they all laugh it off. "Derek's just an intense guy." "He grew up in a house full of women." "He's just takes the brotherhood really seriously."

The next time it happens its the bleak early hours of the morning and Stiles is just blearily making coffee in his boxers to try and prep for classes when suddenly Derek's spinning him around, pulling his package out of the slit.

"Been hearing you jack off in the can a lot lately, man. You don't gotta do that, you deserve better. No stud like you should be wasting loads down the shower drain." And then he's dropping to his knees and before Stiles can process it, he's being sucked off.

He's never done anything with guys himself. If he's honest he's definitely more curious than your average jock, but this is extremely zero to sixty. He just kinda lets it happen, barely awake enough to understand this isn't just a wet dream

Derek blows him like a fucking professional-- deep throating easy, never nicking him with teeth, just sloppy enough to make it really good. He pops off every once in a while to give another bizarre compliment like, "Bitches must love draining you, taste amazing."

He swallows Stiles' cum like a dream, doesn't even cough once, and licks him clean as a whistle. Then he just hops up, tucks Stiles back away, and starts pouring himself a bowl of cereal while talking about last night's fight like nothing happened.

And the list goes on. Derek hotdogging and jacking Stiles off in the laundromat when it's his turn to do laundry. Derek making him cream his jeans in a movie theater. Derek fingering him a hot tub while the other guys don't even notice Stiles getting penetrated for the first time

Eventually he can't take it and his cumdumb brain decides what's really gonna show Derek is to flip the tables on him. That'll finally make him realize how fucking weird it is.

So Stiles storms into the weights room when Derek is working out and wordlessly bends him over a bench, doesn't even have to prep him to slide into his sweaty, hairy ass and start absolutely pounding the shit out of him.

He's not surprised Derek was already loose and slick, but he is when Derek just starts moaning like a porn star, grinding back on him. He bottoms just as good as he does everything else and soon Stiles is having a hard time concentrating on his anger.

Derek's musk is fresh and thick in the room. Stiles can't ignore how good the upperclassmen looks like this. He's still just a scrawny little shit himself. Derek's thighs are almost twice his size, his tits so swollen they bounce as he's fucked.

If anyone in the house was a stud, it was jacked, hairy, devilishly handsome Derek Hale and yet the guy was scrabbling against the weight bench and groaning like Stiles was breaking his mind with how good his dick was.

"You only know how to fuck to rearrange guts, don't you bro? Breed like an animal, holy shit. Bet you're bustin' fleshlights right and left, ruining sluts for their actual boyfriends."

Stiles meant to use Derek as dispassionately as he imagined a real, grass fed bro would, but he can't help plastering himself over Derek's back, running fingers through his bush, groping his chest and fondling his absolutely massive nuts.

He never dreamed being here, but Stiles fucks the social chair of his frat within an inch of his life, having sex in a whole other class to anything he has before. Every fumbling, awkward encounter since he lost his virginity at 15 PALES in comparison.

He comes so hard his vision whites out for a while and when he finally get back to himself, Derek hasn't stopped like he usually does the second the orgasm finishes. He's arching up against Stiles like a cat, lolling his head back on his shoulders.

"Fucked me like a King, man. Ass is gonna be sore for days. Taken dicks twice the size of yours, but none of them did me like that. Probably got bitches addicted to your nut, huh?" And at that point Stiles just has to decide if he's in or out because Derek's just Derek

So he just shrugs and says fuck it, leaning forward to sloppily makeout while his heartrate finally starts to lower, his breathing evening out. He and Derek start fucking like bunnies, even letting other pledges join in.

Stiles doesn't know what it all means, if he's bi for letting his frat brothers cum on and in him, if Derek's just a really good friend or if they're kind of straight up dating. All he's sure of is that it feels good and everyone's into it and for now that's enough

*Shrugs* I just love the idea of absolute cumslut himbo Derek confusing the fuck out of his frat brothers in more ways than one, but they just let it ride because he's harmless and /extremely/ good in bed.