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You’re not sure how it happened. You were knocked out upon impact of the spore pod and woken up by rick jostling your shoulder, and some grumble about being home.
You didn’t know exactly what you said or where you were because all you could focus on was how hard your nipples were, it took so much of your attention that you looked down and could see them poking through your bra and shirt. “Oh god,” you groaned, opening the door feeling drunk.
You’d been Rick’s assistant for about a year now, at first you were morty’s tutor and baby sitter, but after being dragged into his sci fi nonsense on more than one occasion, you—persistently—convinced him to let you be his assistant. You were in college, with a great science program and coincidentally, you wanted to be a scientist too. You figured that real life application would be a good learning exercise or at least maybe it could look good on a resume.
But this time you’d been climbing a tree when coconut sized pods smacked you in the head, knocking you out cold before rick could catch you (at least you told yourself that was why he hadn’t caught you.)
As you felt throbbing in your core and a pink haze come over your vision, You started putting the pieces together that those were some type of sex pollen/spore like plant. You wanted to study the plant and the effect it was having on you, but the only thing you could focus on was how wetness had poured through your panties and down your leg. You stifled a gasp, turning to look at rick who was ignoring you, already walking to his desk to resume fidgeting with a gadget.
Before he noticed, you rushed to jerry’s man cave. Luckily, the year you spent baby sitting had gotten you familiar with the smith residence.
You whimpered your way to the love seat, quickly laying down and slipping your hand under your shirt and bra to attack your nipples. Using your other hand to move your soaked panties to the side and plunge two fingers deep inside.
You cry out from the sudden release, it’s amazing and too much and not enough. Every touch is ecstasy and yet the aching feeling of lack is making you feel insane. “Pl-please-“ you don’t know who or what you’re asking for but you can’t stop thinking about Rick. You’ve had a crush on him since you met, and worse you’ve had a deep intellectual respect for him. You shouldn’t be doing something so inappropriate in his house while he’s there. Surely he knows what seed hit you, and what affect its having, maybe he’d be able to help?
You can’t help the thoughts that rush into your head at the idea of him helping you with your little problem…
You bite your lip hard and moan thinking about him fucking the need out of you right now, in the name of “science” or “helping you” The idea of him taking advantage of your state was sending you over the edge. You cover your mouth with your free hand to try and stiffle the little “R-Rick”s and moans whimpering out of you, but you feel out of control. You suddenly reach your release with zero warning, but it isn’t even satisfying. There’s no time between reaching your peak and immediately feeling the painful craving for another. The desperate need hurts, there’s no satisfaction or release it’s just an infinite abyss of being close. “h-help-Rick-“ you cry out for his help.
What you don’t know is that Rick went right to his work bench to make the counter act serum for the pollen, and went looking for you in the house to give it to you. He followed the moans and to his shock, his name. His movement stuttered. it was so quiet he was sure he imagined it, you’re a good girl there’s no way he’s about to catch you fucking yourself while thinking about him in his son in law’s home office.
But he stands and stares through the crack in the door, watching your pretty little fingers squelch around your wet pussy, hand covering your mouth but he can still hear it. “R-rick- oh fuck!” God that pretty voice of yours had him exercising control on a daily basis, everytime you’d go “Rick! what does this mean?” with all the sincere curiosity in the world, running up to him wearing that little skirt. Usually, he wouldn’t bother with a Normal™️ but he warmed up to you. He liked having someone around with the same curiosity for everything that he once did. And it didn’t hurt that you were Eye candy.
He can feel the strain in his pants. Jesus, he knows that feeling must be painful. Rick wants to help you, he really does. From the embarrassment alone, He’s trying to be a better guy but he can’t help but cockily raise an eyebrow, watching such a pretty and smart girl thinking of him while fucking herself.
It’s the pathetic little “rick-! help,” cry that drags him into the room. “alright y/n c’mere, i’ve got your antidote right here, your horny ass will be back to being a goody two shoes in juuuust a second-“ he’s being smug, enjoying this too much. He goes to pull your arm out to inject the serum in but you’re unruly, grabbing at his belt, sitting up and moaning desperately.
“s-stop it, y/n, god-“ He frustratedly tries to restrain you while keeping you from pulling his clothes off but you grab his hard dick and whine. He looks at you, with your big teary eyes practically begging and he is glad he’s not as bad as people thinks he is because he wants so badly to give you what you want. To shove his dick past those pouty lips and fuck that throat.
You interrupt his fantasy by dragging him onto the couch and straddling him, which makes him drop and break the serum. “fuck-dammit y/n now i have to make another one-i-i-i don’t even know if i have enough glipfrobvian saliva to make more-!” he’s silenced by you kissing his neck, he pushes you away half-heartedly. “y/n…” he protests in your ear. “Rick… rick…rick,” you moan through kisses like a mantra, like his name is a spell that’ll save you, it makes him chuckle. “g-god you’re-you’re killing me,” he grunts as you grind against his bulge, earning a morally conflicted moan from him.
Rick weakly pushes your hips off him but all it does is grind you harder into him, the sensation drives you crazy. You whimper and wrap your arms around him, now dedicated to dry humping him in a frenzy, You’re so wet it’s soaking his pants. “fuck!” you cry, embarrassed. “m-make it stop,”
“i tried! you broke m-my shit!” He gestures towards the shattered vial and needle on the ground and you cry in frustration, now unbuttoning his pants. “make it stop,” you say again, looking towards his crotch, and he realizes what you mean. Rick feels horrible for you, how embarrassed and miserable you must feel, but it’s starting to feel like this is out of his hands now.
You yoink his pants down and your mouth practically waters at the sight of his huge dick. Even in your state you shoot him a mischievous glance, biting your lip. “Hard.” Is all you can say, though. He gives a weak laugh and looks away, brushing his hair out of his face “well-doll-i-it’s not my fault, with you grinding against me like a dog-like a dog i-in heat-“ He’s cut off by you licking the pre off his tip eagerly. The taste makes you moan, vibrating on his cock, causing him to buck up involuntarily into you. You think he mutters a sorry, running his hands through your hair, still trying to deescalate this. But you’re distracted by how your entire body reacts to his touch. You feel every hair on end, your skin feels like it purrs and rushes to anywhere he touches.
The feeling of his dick filling your throat, the way his breathing hitches, the little involuntary bucks up into your mouth, the way he throws his head back, it’s too much.
You can’t take it anymore, You waste no time sitting up and sliding him between your wet folds, practically sobbing at the contact. Rick shoots you a look of surprise, the last of his worries leaving him slowly as he bottoms out in you. You both moan out in unison feeling him hit your womb. “f-fuck, sweetheart-shit-“ his head rolls back. You whimper, he’s fucking huge. Like scary big. Like it kind of hurts big, but your body moves on its own, riding him. He rocks up into you and lifts you up and down by your hips, seemingly by muscle memory.
You look down to watch, something you’d never do normally, it would be too embarrassing. You bite your lip and chuckle, seeing his truly massive dick go in and out of you, you lean forward to kiss his neck and whisper “be honest, ya cybernetic enhanced your dick to be bigger didn’t you?” you can hear your voice hot and frenzied, you barely even sound like yourself. He laughs at this.
“pfft, that’s all me babe,” he scoffs, spanking you with one hand and using the other to fuck up into you hard as punishment. You Moan and your head falls back from the pleasure, feeling him hit your walls just right.
Rick takes your shirt off and starts sucking on a nipple, jolting cold electricity through your body. “r-rick, i’ve- cum- to the thought of y-ou- so many times-“ you admit through cock drunk stupor, riding him like your life depends on it, desperately chasing your high. He looks up at you, sweat forming in his hair line, shocked by your admission. “Shit, baby, did you mess with those seeds on purpose?” he asks using the opportunity to flip you down so that he’s on top of you.
You whine and claw down towards him at the removal of him from inside you. “P-Plea-“ is all you get out before he kisses you. “Ask-b-beg for my help again, Princess-“ He smirks, lips grazing yours, heavy eyes lidded. “Please!” you whine. He smirks and tsks. “You can do better than that, c-come on, y/n-“ he starts rubbing the tip of his dick between your folds and you can feel your pussy throb around him.
“h-help me, rick, please-fuck me stupid,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his waist. He laughs excitedly, giving you exactly what you asked for. He pushes inside of you and jack hammers JUST right. It’s insane, he manages to stay at the exact same rhythm and pace, pushing you to your peak quickly. You start to wonder, Did he cybernetic the ability to like… cruise control during sex? can he also turn up the speed like how you can in a car? jesus he’s like one of those dildo machines.
You hug him tightly, tears start to water your lashes as you reach your second orgasm, he feels like such a protective force in this position. It feels so good to be hugged tightly as he fucks you through your orgasm, giving you exactly what you begged for in your time of need. “T-thank you-Rick- th-“ you whimper as you finish, this time it’s powerful, making you claw his back.
It feels good, it’s more satisfying than before but it doesn’t stop the ache. You look at him, scared. Still fucking you he pants “it won’t stop until i cum in you-“ he waits for you to absorb this new information, but you only moan and hug him tighter. “Jesus christ you’re like m-my heroin-“ he smirks, fucking faster now, chasing his own orgasm this time.
You thrust up into him, desperate and hungry for his cum. “Please-Please-“ you’re salivating “cum in me-rick-i wan’it-“
as if on command his hips stutter as he fills you up, your walls fluttering around him. He’s right, as soon as he finishes you can feel the haze start to fade. Your breathing slowly goes back to normal as he lays next to you. You blink into regular consciousness up at the ceiling. You’re nervous, but you bravely steal a glance at Rick who is studying you. He looks curious, mixed with that usual disinterested stare. But there’s a hint of guilt there. “I need to go get some plan B, i guess-“ you try to lighten the mood, reaching for your shirt at the other end of the loveseat.
“I’ll-uurrp-make you a more effective contraceptive,” he starts to fiddle with some vials in his coat pockets. There’s a thick silence and you start to get the pollen equivalent of hang-ziety.
“Was that true? about you thinking about me?” he asks, keeping his eyes on the new serum he was making.
For a second you consider lying, blaming it on the pollen. But instead you groan and put your head in your hands. “Yeah,” you admit, defeated.
Rick fails to hide a self satisfied eyebrow raise and smirk before handing you the new vial. You throw it back like it’s a shot before standing up, putting your hands on your hips. “Well i guess we’ll go back to normal now, act like nothing happened. Full reset!” you half joke, throwing finger guns his way.
He’s reclothed himself and stood up too. “Yeah something tells me that’s not gonna happen.” Rick takes a swig from his flask and smacking your ass before leaving the room.