Derek Hale Imagines

The One Where Derek Takes Stiles To A Strip Club

Warnings: Sterek, Stiles x Derek x Fem!Reader, smut. sex, oral, stripper!Derek, Stripper!Reader

"Why're you in my loft?" Derek grumbled when he found Stiles lounged on his floor wailing to himself as if the world had ended.

"I'm gonna die alone." He sighed.

"Why're you dying alone in my loft?" Derek growled now, having planned on going out.

"Because I thought (Y/N) would be here, she's always here." Stiles grumbled and watched as Derek smirked.

"Come on." With that Derek headed to the door and held it open with on hand as he waited for Stiles to scramble to his feet.

"Where're we going... somewhere awesome... will I finally find out which subway (Y/N) works at?" Stiles blabbered on at Derek how rolled his eyes and let the boy into his car.

"Sure, where (Y/N) works." Derek chuckled, knowing if he showed Stiles where you worked the boy's head would pop.

"This feels kinda weird Derek... you know the whole older dude taking a college freshman to a strip club." Stiles blabbered.

"Will you shut up, usual please." Derek glanced from Stiles to a man who nodded and let him through. "Just sit and enjoy."

"So finding the subway where (Y/N) works is a big no, no then?" Stiles asked and Derek chuckled when he spotted you wondering over to them.

"So what's this the Alpha and his sidekick." You hummed and Stiles almost fell off his chair when he heard you.

As for when he saw you was a different question entirely, his mouth bobbed open and shut like a fish, his cute little hipster ensemble became skewed and he glanced from you to Derek before obediently sitting so you could climb to sit on him.

"Hey, Stiles wanted to see where you worked and he's worried about dying alone." Derek sighed.

"Aw sweetie a cute thing like you'd be gobbled right up." You hummed and sucked his middle finger into your mouth and rolled your hips slightly.

Stiles went red all over as he let out a high-pitched squeak, glancing from you as you ground against him, to Derek who was smiling at one of the girls on the stage in front of him. When he went to rest a hand on the curve of your ass Derek slapped his hand away and shook his head.

"Don't touch her here." He growled.

"So what I can touch her at home?" Stiles quipped and Derek's eyes rolled.

"No you dumbass it's a rule, you can't touch the girls unless you pay for the private rooms." He sighed and pointed to his lap.

"Hey whoa where're you going?" Stiles grumbled as you got off and mounted Derek. "I was enjoying the whole half naked lap dance thing we had going."

"Don't worry cutie pie, Derek works here to." You winked as Stiles' mouth dropped open and his head jerked to Derek so fast you thought it might fly off his shoulders.

"So what is this like a pack thing, oh god is Isaac up to dance next because I seriously could not experience that." Stiles asked the two of you.

"Nope, I give him a lap dance as my shift ends then all the ladies are desperate for a bit of Thunder Dazzle." You laughed when Derek glowered at you and Stiles' eyes lit up at the golden information that he'd discovered.