Barbra knew it was now or never, Ivy’s back was turned as she tried to flee from the basement. Giant plant mouths with barbed teeth snapped as Batgirl raced cross the concrete floor. Viney tentacles snapped after her.
“So close!” Ivy cooed and disappeared into a pink mist of spores released by a blossoming flower bigger than Barbra herself. “Yet sooooo faaar!” Her voice faded and trailed off. Barbra sneezed and coughed as she inhaled the spores. She fell to her knees and fumbled into her utility belt, retrieving a gas mask and quickly putting it on.
She blinked and by the time she was breathing easy again and could see straight, she was alone. “Drat!” She exclaimed snapping her fingers. “One day I’ll get you Pamela.” Barbra said to herself.
It had only been a few months since Barbra donned the cowl and started using her physical powers of persuasion to pummel the criminals of Gotham. But this was the third time Poison Ivy had escaped and Barbra was starting to feel beaten.
A short time later, she was gliding in the night air surveying the streets. She alighted on a nearby rooftop and observed a man cornering a woman. He looked like he had a switchblade.
“Ya purse.” He said in a low growl.
“P-please, whatever you’d like….take it. I-I just want t-to go home.” She said holding her purse out with one shaky arm.
“What a wimp.” Barbra said. Though she furrowed her brow. She’s aware she doesn’t think that way.
“Whatever I’d like?” The thug said advancing on her. She dropped the purse and gasped. “Not that! No, please!” She whimpered and held herself.
Barbra watched and couldn’t help but be aroused. She crouched along the edge of the rooftop, she felt her crotch tingle and warm. Her breathing paused and she bit her lip.
“What’s the matter with me?” She muttered.
The thug grabbed the woman by the coat and just as he was about to grope her, a flicker in the light above them caused him to hesitate. Then a boot heel crashing down on his dome knocked him to the ground.
Batgirl stood over him panting. She felt on fire.
“Oh, thank you!” The woman said picking up her purse. She tried to lean on Barbra, huh her and be vulnerable and grateful.
“Get the fuck out of here and take a self defense class.” She growled. The woman paused and stared at the dark figure with flowing hair. Barbra hissed and took a quick step towards her. She shrieked and ran off into the street.
Barbra turned her attention to the thug on the ground who was moving and starting to come to. She knelt down, “so you like to play with knives and prey on women?” She said picking up his blade, dragging the tip along the pavement, letting the sound ring out in the ally.
“Ugh…you stupid whore…” he muttered and squinted his eyes looking up at her propping himself up on his elbow.
Barbra held the tip of the blade to his crotch and put pressure on the tip. “Whore…” she flicked the steel and cut the button from the pants.
“Careful!” He shouted watching her with wide eyes.
“Ooohhhhh……maybe I don’t want to be careful.” She said quickly unzipping his pants. The flat side of the blade laying against the bulge beneath his boxers.
“What the hell are you doing lady?” He gasped.
Barbra bit her lip and inhaled sharply. She tossed the blade down the ally and then pulled his cock out. It was limp and wrinkled. “What the fuck!” He said trying to stop her. He balled his fist and swung, she caught his punch and twisted his wrist, breaking it. He screamed in pain and she lunged forward, stuffing his limp meat into her mouth and begin tonguing it and sucking it like a gummy worm.
Her cunt ached to be filled. She gripped her own tits under her leather outfit and relished the feeling of him growing in her mouth. He held his broken wrist and tried not to move, groaning in pain with a hard on he didn’t want to have. Before he knew it he was seven inches of thick fuck meat.
Barbra looked at him, her eyes glimmering a pink hue, not unlike Poison Ivy’s spores. She smiled, spit glistening on her lip as she moved her leather pants down and sat on him, taking him inside of herself. “Uuuuhhhhh….” She exhaled and held him down as he entered her.
“I-I don’t normally f-fuck…..dirt bags like you….oooohhh” she moaned like a whore and slammed her wet cunt against his pelvis in the middle of a dirty, wet alleyway.
“Just fuck me!” She moaned, closing her eyes and slamming down on his dick so hard, he felt like his ass was getting hit from the other side.
She reached down and gripped his throat as she rode him. “I’m almost there!” She shouted. His eyes bulged and strained his neck against her grip. His breathing shallow.
She leaned down, her mouth almost against his as she moaned loudly. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She panted, slamming her seeping cunt down on him.
Her eyes stared into his and he inhaled as she came. She buried his cock deep inside and hydrated on him as she did. She squirmed little noises and then finally collapsed on the thug she just raped. Her costume askew. Her leather body armor down around one ankle as she lay on the man, pussy exposed and seeping his cum.
She gently stroked her own tits. He ladies there confused and frozen in fear. His wrist throbbing in pain and swelling.
Poison Ivy’s toxic spore distracted all who inhaled it beautifully and aggressively.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/svef33/mf_poison_ivys_itch_under_the_influence_reverse
Make a part 2 to this or a canon where Catwoman or Harley Quinn forces a creampie