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South Side trash🍒

(Ayeee I'm back. Also, sorry for the extreme confusion and all that shit, but know it's safe to say I'm officially back.)

{credit to "Shameless" on Netflix}

Y/n pov

"Danny!!", I screeched at my brother from outside his spray painted door. "What, Dickhead?!", he asked, electric guitar softly playing in the background. "I'm going out. I'll be home by...", I paused to checked my watch, 3 hours sounds good, "1 am", I finished. "Sure, see ya, dipshit", "Buh bye, asshat", We said and I walked downstairs. I swiped a small pack of cigarettes off my dad's desk and grabbed the green lighter, lighting one as I walked out the door. I twirled my keys around my finger and opened my truck door, Stepping inside. "son of a bitch", I scoffed when I noticed my weed was no longer in my glove compartment. It's not like I thought I was "caught", I never did, I just knew that Danny stole it or someone else did.

The cigarette stood in between my lips, occasionally leaving them when I'd exhale another breath of smoke. I pulled up to a closed baseball field, one with tall fencing surrounding it. "there's my girl", Taylor shouted as I parked alongside the road. She ran her fingers through her hair while I jogged over to her, eager to go to our spot. Me and Taylor, my girlfriend, always met at the sidelines of the baseball field, on the other side of the fence. "You smell like booze, you partied?", I asked as she held my hand whilst we walked to the fence, "Nah, just sulked over my dead turtle", she said making us both giggle. When we got to the fence I began climbing on it, soon over it, then turning around and helping her from my spot on top of the dugout. Taylor swung herself from on top of the dugout to under it, but I just hopped off and landed on the sandy ground. "....And you brought beer", she sighed when I pulled two beer cans from my bag, "Really, y/n? Not with your meds, C'mon beer and lithium? That'll make you hammered in two seconds", she said and took the beer from my hand. I started taking lithium, a medication for mental illness, for my depression, and she's been so soft on me since.

I groaned at her, "Not this shit again, Taylor. I want the old ruthless, mean, Southside trash I fell for, not this fuckin softy.", I yelled at her making her jaw clench. "and next time I'm not wet because of the meds, don't go all 'aw its okay' just fuck me harder you fuckin dyke", I told her. That was it, I finally got a rise out of her. She landed a hard lunch right on my nose, causing blood to run from it. I groaned and threw one right back, and we continued slamming each other against fencing, drawing blood from each other's faces. "Agh you've gotta be shitting me", she groaned and shoved me against the fence, making the door open and I fell backwards onto the field. She was right up against my body so she fell on top of me, we then stopped fighting and instead replaced it with laughter.

She clasped my hand whilst she laid beside me, "you're such a mess", she croaked but I laughed and kissed her, "yep. Your mess", she rolled her eyes at me. We stood up and shook dirt off of our clothes, and ended up back in the dugout. "oh yeah and about what you said, sure, I'll fuck you harder", she whispered, sending chills down my spine. She slammed me against the fence and kissed my neck hungrily. Her hands curiously roamed my figure, and I felt her head move as she directed her kisses lower down my body. "You like that huh?", she teased when she heard a soft moan leave me lips, moving her hands to the waistband on my skirt. She bent down so her face was in level with my hips and we made eye contact as she looked up at me. Taylor then spoke up, "Want me to keep going?", she husked into my ear. "Y-yes", I said back and she nodded, "You're so beautiful", she placed kisses down the skin she uncovered by peeling down my clothes. I felt her lips on my V line then she kissed right above my center, "Spread your legs, Show me how pretty your little pussy is for me", she said so I did, still standing up. "Good girl. Your so wet...little whore, do you like it when mommy makes you feel good?", she asked when she guided her finger tips gently through my folds, I nodded in response despite not really being able to focus on anything.

I felt a slap on my pussy, making me loudly moan. "I think you should take more than my fingers or tongue, turn around, slut", she growled and stood up, grabbing my hips and flipping them around so she was facing my back. My fingers were gripping onto the fence as I only anticipated what her next move was, "Ready?", she kissed my shoulder and I reached down to rest my hand on hers; her right hand, while it strongly held my hip. She took that as a yes and thrusted her strap on in me, earning an elicit whimper of slight pain from me and a comforting kiss from her, "shhh take it. It'll start to feel good", she said so I nodded.

She began pounding into my core harder and faster, making me slam onto the fence each time. "Fuckkkk.. Tay", I moaned and gripped at her hand, "Good girl, take my strap. Holy shit You're tight...fuck...", groused into my ear as she thrusted into me even harder. "ah! AH! AHHH!", I screamed as pleasure ran through my bundle of nerves. It didn't take long for my climax to start arriving, slowly inching closer to cumming all over her strap on. Her lips attached themselves to my neck as she continued fucking me from behind, never kissing in the same place. "you close?", She breathlessly asked me in which I responded with a short yeah. Her hand found its way to my clit and began rubbing gentle, slow circles on it despite the rough and hard pounding from her strap. "Ah fuck, fuck, fuck. TAYLOR!", I screamed as I came all over her fingers and strap, shaking immediately after. She chuckled softly,

"it's nice",

"What is?",

"Hearing you scream my name", she said, getting ready to continue for numerous more rounds.