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There was something incredibly frustrating about Revy. Several somethings, actually.
Her foul mouth and the fact she was always spitting her never-ending list of insults at you, how easily she got on your nerves, and how easily she lost her fucking temper over what seemed to be the dumbest things. Dumb to you, at least, because Revy definitely seemed to take all of her complaints very seriously. Half of the time she got pissed off at you for shit that wasn't even your fault. Not really, anyway.
Anyone reasonable would get annoyed if they had to deal with Revy's bullshit on the daily, especially when your dislike for her was very much mutual, but it wasn't just that kind of frustration that came up when she got angry with you again.
No, of course, all you could think of when she got pissed was her hands on you, touching, groping, her lips bruising yours when she kissed you— Revy was all teeth, most of the time.
You didn't even know how it started, couldn't remember much about that night she'd first fucked you, 'cause you'd both been way too drunk for your own goods.
All you knew was she'd been rough, because when you woke up in her bed the morning after, you'd been covered in sweat and cum and there'd been bruises and scratch marks all over your worn-out frame. Her body'd been draped all over yours, in a somewhat better state than yours had been. Less marks, less evidence that she'd had sex.
But her headache had been just as killer, and she'd been just as—if not more—annoyed as you had been when you realized what you'd both done.
It had become a more than regular occurrence not more than a week after that, though, with Revy swinging by your place a few days later, not drunk and very much sober, that time, because she couldn't stop thinking about it, about how good it had felt, even if you both swore up and down that you couldn't stand each other.
She hadn't phrased it like that, obviously, had grumbled something about how much she wanted to "put you in your place for being a total loser and a pain in her ass" instead, but you knew she'd been as hooked on you as you'd been on her.
And now you couldn't remember the last time you'd not been covered in hickeys and bruises. All courtesy of hers, of course, even if you wanted to deny the fact that she was the only person you were messing around with.
It was addictive, though, being around Revy like that, having her hands on you, her rough, nimble fingers between your thighs, skillfully drawing orgasm after orgasm out of your body as some kind of way to prove that she was much, much better than you until you collapsed, her mouth and teeth biting and marking whatever bits of skin they could reach. You didn't know if she did that because she knew it hurt, or because she wanted to make sure everyone could see what you let her do to you.
You didn't ask, never had, and you sure as hell weren't going to, either.
This, though, was filthier than you'd seen her do before.
She was tugging your panties down with her teeth, lightly tearing the fabric of your underwear as she did so. The rest of your clothing already laid discarded somewhere on her bedroom floor, alongside the other mess.
"Shit, Revy," you panted, meeting her lust-drunk eyes, your hole already wet and leaking onto Revy's mattress in anticipation, the pebbled peaks of your nipples hard and stiff. She was panting, too, pupils dark and blown. Her own clothing laid on the floor, too, joining yours. She was pretty, you couldn't deny that. "Don't tease me."
Revy groaned at the pleading in your voice, hissing slightly when you fisted your fingers in her hair in an attempt to try and tug her mouth upwards to your aching cunt. Instead of indulging you, she smacked your hand away and moved up until her face was level with yours. She pinned your wrist above your head with one of her hands, letting your other hand remain free, while her other hand gave your cunt a light smack—-the filthy sound echoing throughout her bedroom.
"You're such a fucking slut," Revy spat, running two fingers of her free hand between your folds, gathering some of your wetness on them, before pushing both fingers inside your pussy without any warning, not wanting to waste any time even if she did enjoy how squirmy and pathetic you got when she teased you.
Arousal dripped down onto her hand from how worked up you were, and you couldn't help but let out a whiny moan, bucking your hips into her hand, wet squelchy noises coming from your cunt as she thrusted her fingers in and out, over and over again.
She could feel your walls flutter around her fingers, adjusting to the intrusion, your chest rising and falling quicker now, as your breathing grew more laboured. Her other hand let go of your wrist, sliding down to play with your tits, groping the flesh with the palm of her hand, then twisting and tugging on your nipple with her index finger and thumb, hard, drawing another yelp from your lips whilst you desperately tried to meet the frantic, messy pace of her hand with your hips.
It felt good, way better than you cared to admit, and so addictive that you almost cursed yourself for ever letting her fuck you to begin with, even if you'd do it all over again.
The hand that was toying with your nipple moved up to your throat, then, not really squeezing, only applying enough pressure for you to feel the weight of her palm against your neck. You let out another moan at the restrictive feeling against your airways, the kind of filthy noise that always made Revy's eyes spark with something borderline insane, and she plunged a third finger inside, thrusting it in alongside the other two, revelling in the way you were squirming beneath her.
She might as well have been foaming at the mouth with the way she was fucking her fingers into you like a rabid animal.
"Yeah?" Revy's eyes were still shining with that same twisted look, but she was starting to get worked up, too, rutting her hips against the mattress for some kind of friction, her own cunt all wet and aching in the same way yours was— even though she was ignoring that, because she didn't feel like giving you the satisfaction of making her cum, not tonight. "You like it when I do that, huh? When I choke you like the whore you are?"
You nodded, practically drooling all over yourself whilst your hands tugged at her sheets, clawing at the fabric for some semblance of composure. "Hmpf— fuck, yesyesyes... don't stop," you babbled, pressing your throat further against Revy's hand, trying to get her to squeeze it a little harder. She did, though the pressure increased by so little you almost thought you'd merely imagined it.
Her blunt nails dug into your neck a little, undoubtedly leaving behind little crescent-moon shaped indents that would turn you on all over again when you'd still see, and feel, the tiny marks they left tomorrow.
"Don't wanna mess up that dumb face you got too much." Revy exhaled sharply, leaning down to nip at one of your boobs, teeth sinking into the skin until she was sure it'd bruise, then letting her tongue flick out against one of your swollen nipples, the muscle swirling around the sensitive nub as it stiffened further beneath the attention. She dragged her tongue across your other breast, leaving behind a trail of spit as her sharp teeth grazed your soft, warm skin, but she didn't bite down again.
Her fingers curled slightly inside you, your wet, tight cunt squeezing down against her fingers, pleasure coiling tight inside you as you grew closer, walls clenching down a little more. Her teeth finally sank down into your breast, leaving yet another bite mark that would undoubtedly bruise. You yelped, squirming beneath her, which only forced your chest further into her mouth— and Revy groaned, really groaned, panting against your chest as she shifted a little on her bed, trying to get slightly more comfortable.
The grip on your throat faltered for only a second, though the fingers playing with your cunt didn't falter at all, and then it tightened even further against your airway, almost enough to actually make you have to gasp for air.
A desperate mewl left your lips as you rutted your hips further into Revy's perfect fingers, so fucking good at touching you just how you liked, chasing your own orgasm as she finger-fucked you.
"I'm gonna—" you moaned, the rest of the sentence dying on your tongue when your orgasm crashed into you, the high of pleasure briefly fogging your brain, thighs clamping down on her hand whilst your cunt squeezed down onto Revy's fingers as messy release gushed onto them, making them all sticky and wet.
You laid still beneath her, thighs still slightly twitchy against her hands, forcing yourself to breathe more steadily now in an attempt to catch your breath.
Her fingers remained buried deep inside of you as you tried to compose yourself again.
But Revy didn't pull her fingers out once you'd recovered, either, just used her free hand to force you to lay down on your belly, and you buried your face in a pillow. She lifted your hips a little so your ass was up in the air, her hips pressing into your rear from behind you. Your still-sensitive pussy clenched around her as she pressed her three fingers a little deeper, changing the angle, slipping them out until only the tips remained, then moving them all back inside; deep, fast, and so fucking good you let out a muffled cry into the pillow you were biting down on.
The pace she set was faster this time, her hand drawing even more filthy noises from your greedy cunt as she worked it between your thighs from behind, her hips pressed against the round plush of your ass.
Her free hand moved to press against your back, making you arch and push your hips backwards into her hand, instinctively trying to get her fingers to go deeper, to move just a little harder, faster, to give you just a little more. When you stayed like that, back arched, after she stopped pressing you down, her hand snaked its way down onto your belly, fingers splaying out, feeling you up like she enjoyed the way you felt when she touched you, then moved her hand down to your swollen, throbbing clit, rubbing firm circles, spreading some of the mess between your thighs all over the sensitive nerves by doing so.
Your hands laid limp and useless beside your head as you muffled your throaty whines into the pillow, trying to pretend you were feeling half as good as you actually were, trying to pretend you weren't fucking reeling with pleasure so good that it made you want to scream until your voice was as sore as you knew the rest of you'd be once Revy was satisfied with you.
She was mean—and you were supposed to hate her. She was supposed to hate you, too. But could either of you really do that, though, when it was obvious that you at least liked being together like this?
"Bet you stuff your cunt with those fingers of yours thinking of me, huh?" Revy spat, pulling you back from your spiral of thoughts. She picked up her pace ever so slightly, driving her fingers into you so fast while her thumb toyed with your clit until you couldn't think anymore, that it was almost like she was the one losing control, and not you, all blissed-out and messy. "Of how good I fuck you even though you pretend to hate my guts?"
"'m not pretending, " you gasped out, getting your spit all over the pillow beneath your face. "And, shit, don't stop, like you don't do the same," you retorted, not denying that part— but you regretted your words the second you said them, because Revy's fingers stilled inside of you and on your clit.
"Revy," you mewled, trying to say sorry without actually apologizing, because you'd rather have her punish you than straight up tell her you felt sorry. You turned your head sideways, looking back at her with big pleading eyes, only to be met with her staring at you half-annoyed, half-amused.
It wasn't like you'd been wrong, anyway. It still pissed Revy off all the same that you'd said it, of course, but that was worth it when you knew you'd struck a nerve because you were right.
"Shut it," she hissed, now pushing you further into the mattress with the hand that had been on your clit, but continuing her relentless thrusts with her fingers whilst her hand slid back again to grab at your ass, palming at the flesh, squeezing in a way that could almost be considered gentle, and then lightly spanking you. You yelped, body jolting slightly, and you bit down onto the pillow again, still drooling slightly as she fucked her fingers into your sensitive mess of a cunt.
You came a second time when her fingers pressed just a little deeper, hitting in just the right spot, leaving you panting breathlessly as your walls clamped down tight around Revy's fingers again, the digits coated in a bunch of your cum and other wetness as she finally pulled them out. It left you feeling empty, missing the full feeling of her fingers, but still slumping down onto her bed all sated.
Revy slid off her bed, obviously not done yet when she started rummaging through her nightstand beside the bed. You groaned, not needing to look to know she was grabbing her strap-on from her drawer.
You remained laying flat on your belly, trying to recover as quickly as you could whilst she hurriedly harnessed the toy around her hips, not wanting you to have enough time to actually adjust and rather having you be all messy and overstimulated. She liked the way you always got all whiny. The toy was thick, fat and an ugly green. A stupid, flashy color, but Revy seemed to enjoy the way it looked when she was driving it inside your pussy.
"I'm tired," you complained half-heartedly, but letting Revy flip you around with no further protest so you laid against the mattress on your back again, like you had when you'd started, spreading your thighs wide open to make space for her.
Her eyes flicked down to the sticky mess between your thighs, a crooked grin tugging at her lips as she stared at how much cum there was, even if you'd only orgasmed twice so far. "You're a big girl," she huffed, not believing your complaint, settling more comfortably between your parted legs, "you can take it, baby."
Fuck.
You almost rolled your eyes at that, but the encouragement, the fact she was so sure of herself, and of what you were capable of, made your head spin and your clit throb, even if you didn't want it to, so you let her hands fumble from your thighs to your hips anyway, the tip of the fake cock pressing against your folds as she moved closer. You inhaled sharply, watching the concentrated look on Revy's face whilst she stared at your cunt, watching the toy disappear inside it as she pushed it deeper in one full slide, uncaring if you needed some actual time to adjust to the stretch.
It wouldn't hurt enough for you to tell her to stop anyway, she knew that, and you'd taken it before just fine, even when you were not nearly as wet as you were now.
A sigh left your lips once she bottomed out, her hips now flush against yours. She exhaled, eyes boring into yours while her hands moved up from where they'd been on your hips so she could grab at your tits as she slowly pulled out of you, but not fully, keeping at least a good inch of the toy inside of you, and then slammed her hips against yours again, repeating that motion and immediately setting a rowdy pace to fuck you with.
The stretch was a lot, especially with how hard she was pounding the silicone cock into you, but not so much, not too overwhelming, that it was too much to take—even if you were still very much sensitive.
Your tits bounced with every single one of Revy's heavy thrusts, the wet sound of her hips slamming against yours every time she pistoned the toy into your cunt echoed throughout her bedroom, and she leaned her head down to suck at one of your nipples, tongue pressing flat against the expanse of your breast, licking a stripe upward, while one of her hands came up to play with the other, massaging and groping it like it belonged to her.
The different sensations made you moan, louder, and more pathetic, than you would have liked to, hips slowly rocking upwards to meet Revy's relentless thrusts on instinct, her hips slamming into yours so heavily you felt like you'd explode.
"Hmm.. fuck, jus' like that," you slurred, dazy, practically drunk from your several orgasms, another whoreish whimper falling from your lips.
"Greedy cunt," Revy grumbled against your skin, and you couldn't tell if she was calling you a greedy cunt or saying your pussy was greedy. Or both. She kissed upward until her face was level with yours— and she was grinning like a fucking idiot. You managed a half-smile back, then parted your lips as you gasped out, pleasure painted all across your face. The hand that had been on your breast moved down to play with your overtly sensitive clit again, two fingers now moving together to rub across the swollen skin.
"Fuck off," you managed to gasp out in response, but your voice was far too breathy, too hoarse, too weak, for Revy to take it seriously, especially with the way you were moaning beneath her as she fucked into you.
She huffed, pressing her lips against yours to shut you up. Not quite kissing, it was more like she was licking into your mouth, her tongue prodding at the roof of your mouth, effectively muffling more of your filthy sounds— aside from the ones coming from your cunt. She didn't pull away until you were both out of breath, her brown eyes gazing into yours again, watching every single twitch on your face, every single movement that told her you were feeling good.
It was annoying, in a way, the fact she was studying you like that, but you wouldn't complain when she was fucking you just right.
When it was so goddamned perfect, just the right pace, the right pressure, the full feeling of her fake dick shoved inside you again and again better than anything you could've dreamed about.
It didn't take her long to get you to climax again, cum gushing down your legs, a string of white coating the thick girth of the toy as she slid it out of you. You let out a soft sigh, pressing your thigs together as cum and arousal dripped from your overworked cunt, body twitching in the sheets.
Revy got rid of the harness around her hips, but just when you thought she was finally sated, finally okay with how many orgasms she'd gotten out of you— she moved back between your legs, hands sliding beneath your ass to squeeze at your buttcheeks again, lifting you up so your pussy pressed against her face.
She pressed her lips to your cunt, noze nuzzling between your lower lips. She hummed into your pussy as her tongue flicked out, lapping up the mess she'd made of you like it was the best, most delectable thing she'd fucking tasted, the sensation sending a shiver across your spine as you rutted your hips into her face, involuntarily so, hands moving down to tangle in her hair.
Not quite trying to pry her off, but still protesting a little against her mouth against you. No matter how good it felt, how good it was.
"Too much, Revy," you cried out, whimpering softly, the filthy noise followed by yet another whiny moan, just as desperate, just as pathetic. Revy didn't pull off, though— she knew that if you really wanted her to stop, you'd let her know properly instead of complaining like you were now.
Because, truthfully, you didn't want her to stop, just wanted to keep feeling her like this, so close to you that it almost hurt.
She pulled away, her mouth still practically attached to you, just for a second, just to catch her breath a little and to speak. "C'mon, baby, be a good girl and give me another one," she muttered against your pussy, her face slick with your cum and wetness and her own saliva.
The sight of her like that was so filthy, so perfect, you couldn't deny her, not without your voice breaking because you'd be lying again.
"Can't," you shook your head, tears pricking at the back of your eyes from overstimulation, "'s too much, too sensitive, I can't—"
But Revy's mouth was already back on you, silently telling you that you could, and if you really, really couldn't, she'd make you cum, somehow, anyway. Out of pure spite or determination or something in between, but she'd get you to give her another one, one way or another.
You groaned in response, chest rising and falling quickly with every heavy breath you took, but gave up on trying to protest when Revy was this determined, and your grip on her hair faltered, body relaxing into the sheets as she ran her tongue across your folds, licking upwards, until her lips found your clit, sucking on it just right, then switched back to flicking her tongue out across the nerves there, alternating between licking and sucking every few seconds so she could catch her breath a little and to make sure to stimulate you enough but not too much too completely overwhelm you to the point of it no longer feeling good.
You felt warmth coil inside your belly again, warm and tight, your hips rutting into her face a little more frantically now that you were getting close a fourth time, your hands still fisted in her hair, though looser now, less firm. More to ground you than to protest what she was doing. Revy's hands squeezed your ass again, still holding you up a little as her mouth worked you.
"Close," you gasped out, the singular word all you could manage right now, with that dizzying feeling of an impending orgasm clouding your thoughts, letting her know you were going to cum, and if she didn't pull away it'd be all over her face and mouth.
Another wave of pleasure crashed into you, making your head buzz whilst the room spun around you, the orgasm coming down harder than the other ones had, making your entire body tremble against Revy's face—she still hadn't pulled off—as she kept lapping at your cunt until she'd swallowed all of you, all of the gushy mess spilling from your hole, until she'd cleaned your cunt up to the point the only wetness remaining was her own spit.
When she finally did leave your cunt alone, she moved up to press her lips against yours instead, still not letting you off the hook fully. She kissed you, hot and heavy, tongue swiping against yours in an attempt to force you to taste yourself on her lips. You did, the heady taste flooding your tongue as she drooled all over your mouth, purposefully, like she didn't know how to kiss when you both knew damn well she did.
It was like fucking heaven and hell in one, for you both, the taste of you on her tongue, on your own tongue, the way she gasped into your mouth, the way you moaned into hers, her hands moving back up to grope your tits again, a little harsher now, pinching a hardened nipple whilst her other hand palmed the other one of your tits, running her fingers around one of the bite marks she'd left there.
She pulled away from your lips when you'd practically cleaned her face of your mess just by kissing her, all satisfied with herself when she flopped down onto her bed.
"You're so awful," you complained, still slightly breathless, even if you didn't believe what you were saying. You were practically paralyzed on her bed, and lying your ass off right to her face, and she knew you were, too.
"Sure." Her voice was almost hoarse now, even if she was still grinning stupidly next to you.
You smacked her shoulder, lightly, and you managed to find enough strength to laugh a little at her dismissive tone.
Revy shoved you back, almost gently, with her shoulder. "Fuck off," she huffed, playfully, sitting up to light a cigarette. “I hate you.”
You shifted on your side, still facing Revy, watching as she took a drag of her cig, head resting on the pillow you’d drooled all over earlier.
" Sure," you repeated, teasing her a little. “I hate you, too.”