Poison Ivy X Male Reader Novels & Stories

“I will. Then you’re going to sit on that stool and close out the system with it leaking into your jeans.” “Please—” “Say the name of the shop.” “Ivy & Co.” “Say what happens here after 8:50.” Ivy’s fingers crumpled next week’s page. “I get fucked.” “By who?” “The man who doesn’t need a haircut. The man I gave a key.” Roman groaned and slammed into her so hard the desk jumped. He reached under her and rubbed her clit, fast, while he used her. Ivy came again, messier, shaking, a broken sound against the wood. Her pussy fluttered and spilled down him onto the book, onto Friday, onto her own name written in the margin from a reminder that didn’t matter anymore.

The muscles. The tattoos. The scars. Everything. I had seen him shirtless before. But today I was too aware. Too awake. Too sensitive. My face got hot fast. My stomach twisted. My breath got unsteady. What am I doing Why am I reacting like this Why is he affecting me like this “Ivy” he said. I didn’t answer immediately. “Ivy” he repeated. “Yes” I said, too quickly. “What are you thinking about” “Nothing. I just got carried away.”

he growled, his voice dripping with disdain. As he moved away, Ivy's eyes snapped open, her face burning with shame and anger. "B***rd," she spat, her voice trembling. "Mean Victor, I hate myself, my body betrays me because of your touch." The words hung in the air, a challenge, a promise of war. And as Victor walked away, Ivy knew that this was far from over. ************************************

“Agnes, why did you go out in the woods on your own like that?” I frowned, trying to recall what had happened. I recalled the fear, getting lost in the woods, and then… “Poison ivy,” Elijah went on. “Did you know you had a life-threatening poison ivy allergy that causes anaphylaxis? Thea has one, too.” He laughed, although there was no humor in it. “I guess I need to worry twice as much now.”

*Sexual content* So I unlocked my phone at looked at my I*******m seen the pictures that Sky had posted a few hours ago about being guest bartender at the Poison Ivy tonight and that she already had 75K likes and 35k comments and I read some of the comments and the one I read were from follower who had been there already and said that Sky was on fire as a guest bartender she was turning and burning and she looked HOT AS FUCK IN THE OUTFIT she was wearing I scrolled through the pictures that she had posted and damn just looking at the my cock got hard. So, I asked Aiden if we were on the VIP list for the nightclub, he said he wasn’t sure he would have to ask Mason he was supposed to take care

"The Randle family has become the latest victim of poison ivy. How would you explain Randle Bottlers Inc's poisoning incident? They have been attacked twice already." While wearing unremarkable expressions, all Petrov men and Lia sigh internally at the misinformation. "Poison Ivy do not exist. All poisoning incidents around the country are the result of common poison that may be found in any laboratory. It has nothing exceptional about it" Lia stepped forward and stand beside Samuel.

**Act Porn** Tomorrow is the day of our practical chemistry and here I am forcing myself to focus on what I’ve tomorrow rather than the fear I find hard to vaporize. It’s been two days since we met the Ivan guy Lilly brought into my room. Worse yet, the trickle of fear that shadows my mind is ever-present. Fuck.

Ivy collapses on the bed, some sort of warmth climbing into her heart. She notices the shadow standing by the door. It's Grant. "Come on in." She invites, sitting up. He doesn't move from his place by the door. "I have known you since you were a baby and I can't say I know a thing about you. A person who came out of a bad marriage should not be in a hurry to get into another, especially not with someone she has no feelings for. So why?" Ivy smiles in a small lifting of her lips. "I'm Ivy remember? Poison? Venom? No snake warns you that she wants to strike. I want to strike and I don't want to give any warning."

Ivy’s POV The grocery store hums with the low murmur of carts rolling and muffled pop music overhead. The cool air bites at my bare thighs. Alexander didn’t see the need for pants today, and maybe I liked teasing the world just a little. His oversized white shirt brushes mid-thigh, sleeves rolled to my elbows, smelling like his damn cologne and sin. I’m reaching for almond milk when it happens. That voice. “Ivy?” It hits me like a slap. A chill races down my spine, curling around my ribs. My hand pauses mid-air, fingers brushing the cold carton.

“Ridiculous. Of course.” He was too close now. Too damn close. Ivy could smell him—salt, sweat, something smoky and dangerous that made her knees weak. Her breath caught when he tilted his chin toward her, eyes dark and unreadable. “You’ve got fire in you, I can tell,” he said. “I like fire.” “I am not yours to like,” she hissed. He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through her. “We’ll see about that.”