Poison Ivy X Male Reader Novels & Stories

The kind that tore down every wall I’d built and reminded me I belonged to someone. We pulled apart, foreheads touching. “By the way… who is Poison Ivy?” he asked. I laughed and pulled up a picture on my phone. “She’s a comic villain. A sexy, dangerous lady with red hair.” He studied it, then me. “She’s got nothing on you. You’re sexier.” “Yeah, right,” I said, laughing. “Juan’s crazy, but the name fits.” He raised his brows. “Poison Ivy.” “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I laughed in disbelief.

He explained and I am not mad at anything he said. He has all the right to be upset with me, yet he is still being nice because he knows that it will make Raphael to be happy and in my book that's true love and I am not mad at their relationship. I turned around to see if Oliver heard everything he just said but luckily for me, he was far away talking to a guy, I am guessing he is an old friend or something. " What's your name?" I asked curiously. After Raphael told me about having a male mate, everything went down the drain so fast and I didn't even get to find out anything about his mate and he seems like a good guy, he is handsome, nice and he loves Raphael and that's the most important t

Adam picked up Ivy's collar, and his eyes were so cold that he seemed to be able to kill. His first wife died young, and this is his second wife. He has always been very good to Ivy, but he didn't expect Ivy to harm his son! "I said I didn't poison him; I gave him medicine that can cure his illness." Ivy's face was covered with blood, but there was not much fear in her expression when she looked at Adam. "Hehe, it's medicine?" Adam smiled angrily: "I have already sent the powder you told me in food for examination, it is a chronic poison!" Do you still have to quibble?!

His heart dropped, then picked up its pace, threatening to fall out of his chest. For five years, he thought he was impotent. He couldn’t get his manhood to function no matter how hard he tried. But standing next to Ivory, their bodies barely touching, his dick was threatening to burst out of his pants. “What are we doing here?” His voice came out huskier than he intended. Ivory raised her gaze to meet his, searching his eyes as she spoke. I have something for you.” “Do we have to hide?” “We’re not hiding, we’re being discreet. Marvin could run into us at any time.”

"What makes you think it'd be spared now?" The man shrugged. "What Alpha Chris doesn't know won't hurt him or me." "And what makes you think he's the only one who will hurt you for flirting with me? I am a hybrid after all. I can do much more damage than him without even lifting a finger," I heard Ivy say and my smirk deepened. When my mate said that she could handle herself, she hadn't been lying. That somehow made her sexier to me than she already was. Goddess, how I loved this woman.

Violet’s POV “I already fucked him,” Ivy said as we stepped out of class, flipping her curls. “Three times in my head and it's back to back.” Maya rolled her eyes. “Girl, you need therapy.” “I need him,” Ivy groaned. “You saw those veins? That man is a walking temptation.” “The lecturer is hot,” I admitted, “but my boyfriend’s hotter.” They both groaned, “Here comes the loyal girlfriend speech,” Maya mumbled.

Ivy. Her presence was getting impossible to ignore. Every orgasm felt like she was stretching inside my ribs, waking up, tasting freedom through my skin. It scared the shit out of me. Excited me too. Made me wonder if the sex wasn’t just sex,,if it was somehow… feeding her and bringing her back. I shoved the thought down with another grape. No. Not today. No overthinking. No theories. Just grapes. And hands. And silence. One of the girls...Lila, I think hesitated over a particularly deep bruise on my hip. Dante’s teeth mark. Still purple and angry.

I was wondering if she wasn't gonna lick him clean. So I turned to my sex professor. Zavian. Even without uttering a word, he knew what was in my mind. “She's allergic to sperm.” “Any girl like that on the entire planet?” For a moment, I thought he's serious until I watched Ivy flinch the wipe away. “I'm gonna suck you dry myself.” My eyes returned to the man who said she's allergic. “What can you say about that now?” “Hell no…” he burst into a moment of loud laughter.

Instantly, the scent of pussy and cum harasses my nostrils. Lying on the armchair is none other than Ivy. She's naked, and standing in between her legs is a bulky guy about six inches tall. He has bald hair. I'm very certain he's one of her sex toys. Ivy has turned down all the men wanting to mate with her because she wanted me. The guy's length is lodged into her womanhood, pleasuring her while another female with burnt brown hair is tickling Ivy's clit. She holds the sides of Ivy's pussy lips so the guy can penetrate her deeply.

This stupid virgin wouldn't know what to do with a man like Zeus. "Hey! You can head home, beautiful; I got this," I faked. "Bye!" Ivy smiled while skipping from the bar. "Problem?' Zeus interrogated. I rolled my eyes. Please. He knew why I was bothered. "She's a virgin, you know," I exclaimed. "Who?" he asked. "Ivy," I clarified while angrily wiping down the bartop, "You can't just fuck her." "How old is she? And she's still a virgin? That's rare," he commented.