⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⤿𝒟ick𝒢rayson x ℱem!ℛeader .✧ ݁˖
⋆.𐙚 ꒰ Patrol was supposed to be simple, easy, straightforward. That is, until Dick encounters Poison Ivy on his way and, let’s just say, she is in a less than amicable mood. So when she unleashes her fresh batch of sex pollen on him, well, there’s only so many options he has to help him deal with it. And you happen to be one of them. ꒱
ᝰ✎ . . . Cw : P in v sex ✧ unprotected sex (wrap it up people) ✧ creampie ✧ very mild dacryphilia ✧ mild manhandling ✧ sex pollen bullshit ✧ porn with no plot ✧ maybe a sprinkle of plot ✧ not proof read
ᝰ✎ . . . Word Count : 4.2k
ᝰ✎ . . . Author's Note : Hello everyone! This is my first time ever writing something and it ends up being smut (he he ;-) Also my first time posting on tumblr so I figured kinktober is a good time as any. English isn’t my first language so if there's any mistakes, pls let me know and I’ll fix them as soon as I can. Hope you enjoy! :)
It's no secret hidden fact that Dick Grayson is phenomenal at sex. That man can make you cum multiple times before he even cums once himself. Those deft fingers, paired with his equally passionate tounge and cock, can take you apart in a matter of minutes and ruin you so utterly that—more often than not—you're left lewdly moaning and gasping for air while soaking whatever surface you're pinned upon like a fucking theatrical pornstar from those shitty porn videos filmed on low quality cameras that blur every other pixel but have just enough clarity to help you get off.
It'd be no wonder if your neighbours probably hated you.
Sex with Dick has been of all kinds. It's been vulnerable, like when you fucked for the first time, that saccharine gentleness in his manners and the reverence and affection apparent in his expression as he slowly thrusted up into you still as clear as glass in your memory, stored away and cherished forever.
It's been naughty and fast and ambitious on most occasions; particularly risque that one time when you had the brilliant idea of riding him dumb in the backseat of the Batmobile and desperately hoping that Bruce won't find out about it later.
It's been slow and sweet too, like when you're both lying in bed during the early hours of the morning at the asscrack of dawn, with him leisurely thrusting into your soaked walls at a particularly slow pace, his arms wrapped around your body, pushing you towards your approaching orgasm despite neither of you being fully awake yet, but the need to have eachother is amped up to a 100 regardless.
It's been of all types, and yet it's never, ever, up until now, been like this. Never been so unabashedly swift and messy and rugged. Never felt so utterly lewd yet hot-blooded and intense.
It's almost like he's been possessed, filled with an unexplained carnal urge to just be buried as deep as possible inside you, to not stop or pull out for even just a second, even though he's spent and overstimulated and completely unable to control himself.
Even though his vision is bordering on black, his muscles trembling, his voice breaking and cracking on every other groan forcing it's way out of his throat, his forehead beaded with sweat, and even then it's still not enough to bid his body to pull away from yours.
His hips continue snapping up into yours ceaselessly, his skin smacking against yours with obscene plaps, his balls hitting perfectly against your throbbing clit, the walls of your sopping wet pussy continuously fluttering and spasming around his cock, making him let out broken moans and praises.
His words are garbled and stuttered because of just how good your cunt feels squeezing his length with absolutely zero remorse.
"Oh god, baby. Fuck, you feel so f-fucking good, squeezing me like that—"
He stammers, words stumbling out in a rush of broken whimpers and groans, lips slick and shining with spit from kissing you countless times, as he leans down to connect your mouths yet again in a devastating manner, his tongue pushing past your teeth and fucking devouring your mouth.
You can barely make sense of anything, your thoughts a mush in your head, brain completely fucked out, incapable of even stringing together a single coherent thought, let alone voicing out even a half-comprehensible sentence. Hell, you barely even know what's happening.
All you know is that you're laid on your back on the bed with your knees pressed to your chest in a debauched mating press, your hands splayed across his shoulder blades, nails digging into the corded muscle for dear life, your mouth moving against his in a haphazard wet kiss, barely able to keep up or even care about the rigour of it, the both of you equally too fucked out of your minds to care.
Moans and whimpers continue flying out of your mouth without restraint, garbled out in a rush of spit and lust and venereal bliss, your words completely incomprehensible except for a few mindlessly murmured here and there.
"D-dick, baby—oh fuck, just like that—right there, god, right there! I'm gonna c-come again—"
You're cut off as another wanton cry leaves your throat, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth and drooling down the side as you pull away from the decadent wet kiss, your lips separating from his with a obscene string of spit connecting your mouths in the middle.
Your lips part in ecstasy as you throw your head back against the pillow and come around his cock yet once again, moaning out loud in borderline unbearable pleasure as your body tenses up and squeezes his dick, your slick hole clenching around him helplessly.
Your nails dig harder into his flesh as your pussy spasms and squeezes around his erect length, coming hard and fast. Your hips open wider for him as cum runs down your inner thighs past the gummy walls of your stretched out entrance, slicking up your already sticky thighs even more.
You've lost count of the number of times you've had an orgasm that night, laying spread open on your back as his cock continues bullying it's way into your stretched out cunt and fucking you open again and again and again on his thick length. A mixture of slick and cum is pushed out of your spasming pussy with every pistoning thrust forward of his hips.
You're completely dumbed out of your mind, brain utterly empty, reduced to static as you continue drooling from the corner of your mouth onto the sheets as Dick mouths at your pulse and continuous fucking you through the slick mess in between your legs.
His cock ceaselessly drills into you, pounding into your soppy walls and kissing your cervix with every thrust. Your legs move up to lock around his body, crossing your ankles at his lower back and pulling him downwards, as close as you physically can through the overstimulated haze that's your brain.
Every nerve in your body feels overly sensitive, your clit throbbing and cunt pulsing even though you feel like you've been at this for what feels like hours. Your limbs are sore, your body slick and shining with a layer of sweat, hair a mess and splayed across the pillow in all directions.
And there's really no one much to blame for this predicament of yours except for poison ivy herself.
It all started when Dick got exposed to her fucked up tactics involving sex pollen during his nightly patrol. It wouldn't have been much of a problem, had the formula not been even stronger than the previous known versions.
And sure, he could've gone to the Batcave and synthesised an antidote, except your apartment was just closer, and he really couldn't bear to stand the painfully growing erection in his suit any longer. Every single second spent away from you and your perfectly tight and wet cunt was pure torture for him and his aching cock.
So when your boyfriend breaks into your bedroom, horny beyond belief, arousal and desperation radiating off of every single inch of him, begging you to let him fuck you, to use your warm, wet cunt to provide him relief and relieve him of the ridiculous ache and hunger caused by that stupid fucking pollen; well then, who are you to deny him?
And now you've ended up here, pinned beneath his strong and sturdy frame, fingers gripping onto his arms as your body moves upwards on the mattress with every single thrust of his hips. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel his rhythm quicken and get more erratic, each thrust broken and stuttered, loosing any flow or pattern, signaling his rapidly approaching orgasm.
Tears prickle the surface of your eyes, nails scratching down the smooth expanse of his back and shoulders, lewd moans falling from both of your mouths as he fucks you harder, chasing his release. White hot stars burst behind your eyes as the leaking head of his cock continues hitting your g-spot.
Your brain feels like it's melting out of your fucking ears, voice turning hoarse as you continue babbling nonsense while your eyes cross in pure bliss as waves of pleasure ceaselessly assault your senses with every roll of his hips.
Your cheek sticks to the pillow due to the saliva that is still endlessly drooling out of your mouth. You can't even bring yourself to think about moving your face back up because the way his throbbing cock is pounding into you again and again and again resonates throughout your entire body to the point where your brain feels like it's filled with nothing but fog and his name on repeat.
The speed at which he was battering your insides made you go limp several orgasms ago, your body succumbing to the pleasure that was coursing it's way through your entire being, courtesy of him.
His rapid pace made you buck away from his hips from time to time—overstimulation frying your nerves—although unsuccessfully, because his hands grip your hips like he couldn't even begin to imagine the idea of you getting away; his hold strong but not bruising—gentle in a way that you knew only Dick could be.
"Baby, you're so good, so perfect, so, so beautiful... God, I could die like this, buried inside this perfect pussy..." And as for Dick, well, he wasn't any better off than you—even worse, on the contrary. Constantly letting out broken moans through his parted lips, his forearms braced beside your head, muscles trembling with exertion as beads of sweat run down his chest and arms while perspiration pools at his temples and drips from his hair.
His head is completely empty except for the sight of your face twitching in pure bliss as arousal and pleasure courses through your veins, your body trembling beneath him as he continues thrusting into your drooling cunt, a fat creamy ring of cum forming around the base of his shaft.
It's barely been half a minute before his forearms are tensing up more as his abdomen clenches again, his balls tightening as he feels the pressure behind his navel intensify, his eyes fluttering shut as white hot stars burst behind his eyes. His thighs tremor as his brow twitches and the pressure building in him explodes in a flurry as he comes inside you yet again, his seed filling your pussy is thick, white bursts as he lets out a loud, obscene moan that could put even the best pornstars in the industry to shame.
Your body shakes and quivers like a leaf as he continues riding out his release in waves, his thrusts slowly loosing rhythm—not that there was much to begin with after a point—and slowing to a unhurried, leisurely pace as he slowly wears himself out.
Your pussy twitches and flutters around him as you feel his cum fill you to the brim for the nth time this night, and you whimper weakly as you feel the excess start dripping out of you in a matter of mere seconds.
And you think—no matter how long the two of you have been going at it—that he would be worn out by now. That the pollen would be flushed out of his system and you'd be able to finally catch a break.
That is until you feel his hands suddenly grasp your hips and turn you into your stomach, manhandling you onto your hands and knees as you feel his cock nudging your entrance again, running up and down the length of your slit.
You whimper out pathetically, arms and knees feeling like jelly as you feel his tip already dripping pre and coating your already sobbing hole with more wetness. You were sure that the previous round would be the last, that Dick couldn't possibly continue after this.
And Dick didn't think he could either, didn't think he could possibly get hard after coming in your pussy so many times. That is until he pulled out and saw his release gushing out of your swollen slit in thick, white rivulets, running down your drenched thighs and dripping onto the fucking bed mixing with your arousal and releases from previous rounds.
That, combined with the expression on your face, your features pinched in pleasure as tears of overstimulation pool in your waterline while more run down your face forming titillating tear tracks.
And as he sees you look up at him with that same expression, the one that just translates to pure mind blowing pleasure and bliss, the one that appears on your face post sex after you’ve had soul shattering orgasms that leave you trembling in his arms, barely able to form any words, your skin flushed red and your head completely empty, just your eyes looking up at him filled with pure ardent adoration.
And God, seeing that look on your face combined with your sobbing, stretched out pussy just has his blood rushing South all over again, his cock twitching back to life as his shaft hardens and pre begins to slowly pool at the tip and drip down his length.
His head is blank, the only thing coursing through his mind right now is how he needs it again. Needs to feel your warm cunt wrapped around his cock again as if you're trying to choke him with it. Needs to come in your pussy again so he can watch it drip down your swollen folds and in between your ass cheeks, down onto the bed.
He needs it. He needs it he needs it he needs it.
And before he can stop himself, he's pulling your already wrecked body towards him again, pushing a pillow beneath your hips for a better angle and running his cock against your wet hole that's still dripping his come.
At this point he doesn't even know if he can blame this on the pollen or if it's just him being unable to stop himself from fucking you over and over again.
You're about to protest, saying you can't possibly go another round but before you can get a word out, he's already pushing into your weeping cunt, every protest dying in your throat as the air gets punched out of your lungs and a cry leaves your lips.
And he's begging you to understand. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, j-just one more, yeah? One more and I swear we'll be done, I promise. Ju-just one more, okay? You'll gimme me one more, wouldn't you, sweetheart?"
You can only moan in answer, already knowing that you're gonna give in, that you'll never be able to say no to him, not when he's begging so nicely.
Honestly, at this point, recording this whole ordeal wouldn't have been a bad idea because the way you two are fucking would put even A-list pornstars to shame.
His cock repeatedly ruts into you from behind, his balls slapping against your aching clit, your ass rippling with every thrust.
Your arms are trembling, barely able to hold you up and you feel like you're going to collapse, but before you know it, one of his arms is coming forward and wrapping around your front, pulling you backwards so your back is pressed against the hard panes of his chest.
You feel him angle his wrist, his hand moving up to grab one of your tits, squeezing it as his thumb brushes over the sensitive peak again and again. And if that wasn't already over stimulating enough, his other hand moves down your stomach and quicker than you can react, his finger is on your clit, applying pressure as he draws quick circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
You cry out, your back in a borderline pornographic arch against his body as he starts thrusting even faster, burying his face into your neck and leaving wet kisses all over your skin.
Your hands fly out to grasp his forearms, nails digging into the sinewy muscle as you let out a wail, tears streaming down your face—that he wipes away with his thumb, licking the few stray droplets that run down to your chin—due to the intense overstimulation as you watch your pussy drip drip drip down your thighs and onto the sheets below.
And, look, if your brain was in a better, more functional state, you might have concerns about why your boyfriend's acting so feral, why the pollen isn't seemingly out of his system yet. Because the goal is to just fuck it out of his body. That shouldn't take as long as this is taking.
No, at this point, it doesn't seem like he's fucking you like you're a slut just to get the aphrodisiac out of his veins.
It seems like he's fucking you because he can't get enough. Because he can't handle the thought of staying out of your cunt for even just a second. Because he doesn't want to get enough.
He's fucking you like he's the slut.
And god, despite the over stimulation, you can't get enough of it either.
Because this new side of him is something that you've gotten dangerously addicted to in the span of a few short hours, which isn't a good thing at all, given it's a pollen induced haze... mostly.
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