THE OUTSIDERS AND MORE X READER ONESHOT AND SMUTSHOTS

🔥 Derek Sutton x FEM! Reader

for those who don't know: Derek Sutton is a Patrick Swayze character from the movie Youngblood, Dean Youngblood is a Rob Lowe character also in that movie. (And is also who the movie is about)

warnings: smut, dirty talk, friends with benefits to lovers, teasing LOTS of fucking teasing
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Me and Derek? Our relationship is... complicated to say the least. We go back and forth between friends with benefits to just best friends every day. All of the team knows, I mean, it's not like we hide that me and him have sex. I mean hell, I'm too loud for everyone in the house not to know. Even when I'm not getting my brains fucked out, I'm still loud as shit.

All I know is right now I'm with the coach of the hockey team in the booth, watching everyone trying out. My eyes drift over to Derek, he's not facing me, so I lower my eyes, down. Down to that perfect ass- wait, no! (Y/N), control yourself. "I'll be back," I announce to basically nobody, as the coach didn't turn to look at me. I walk down the stairs to the ground level, seeing an okay-looking boy. I mean, there's no harm in flirting if me and Derek aren't dating right?

"Hey," I say flirtatiously, the boy looks up at me, he smiles shyly.

"Hi," he replies, I feel eyes on the back of my head, and smirk.

"You must be the one specifically called out to try out huh?" I ask him leaning forward just a bit. He blushes, he's so cute when he's all flustered. "Dean Youngblood, right?"

His eyes widen, "Yeah! How did you know that?"

"I looked at the list of names for everyone trying out, and hey, don't let these guys scare you. They look tough, but they're kinda just like big puppies underneath. Loyal, and guy's best friend," I smile. Dean smiles back, confidently.

He laughs, "Trust me, I know. I've been playing for a few years now. So I'm not exactly new to any of this."

"Good," I smile, "This team is especially rough, until you get to know them. Especially that Derek Sutton guy. Watch out for him." I turn around and point him out to Dean. And just as I thought he was glaring at both of us.

"Oh..." Dean mumbles.

"Don't worry, that's just a facade," I wink, "Well, I'm gonna go now."

"Oh, ok! It was nice to meet you...?" Dean pauses waiting for my name.

"Oh, how rude of me, I'm (Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N)," I kiss him on the cheek and walk away, "Good luck out there!" Dean is frozen, his face completely red. I stand straight up and start to walk away.

I look over at Derek, who looks completely jealous, fuming with jealousy even. I know I'm in for a treat tonight for that little act I just pulled. I head to the bathrooms, looking at myself in the mirror, and repeating how crazy I am for that, even if it felt right, it was crazy. I regain composure and head into a stall.

I wash my hands and walk back out to the ice. Only to see Dean and that other guy, forgot his name... but he's tall with a bad temper, they're about to fight, or in the middle of one. The guy pushes Dean down, causing a cut just above his eyebrow. I walk around the rink over to Dean.

"Dean! Are you ok?" I ask through the glass. Dean looks over, smiles and nods. I frown, I turn around to look at Derek, but him and the team are already leaving to change, laughing at Dean for daring to stand up to him. I walk up to the booth to collect my things, and wait outside of the men's locker room for Derek, a daily tradition I've grown accustomed to over the years with him. When he walks out he walks right to me, pushing me to the wall, and kissing me.

When he breaks the kiss I hear the anger in his voice. "What was that little act out there with that kid, huh?" he mumbles angrily, but loud enough for me to hear.