anon asked: Hi! I’ve read all your series with OP characters and their s/o afraid of having sex and I was wondering if you could continue, but with the LADS men, pretty please, with female readers. Can I also stay anon?
Hello! Of course, I can do it with the LADS men. Unfortunately, I cannot include Caleb because I don’t know enough about him for now, and I wouldn’t be able to write something accurate about him. So I hope he wasn’t the one you were looking the most for ;w; I hope the outcome will match your expectations, it’s my first time writing with LADS men so I’m not as confident as I am with OP characters!☆
CW : MDNI, f!reader, smut, specific CW are listed under each characters, I assumed for each character, it was your first time being intimate with them in the current timeline.
☆Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel & Sylus with a s/o afraid of having sex
CW : oral sex, fingering, v sex, protected sex, praises, body worship, pet name (princess)
Let’s assume that it’s your first time in the current timeline, you two are ending up in the same bed. With all your training for becoming a talented hunter and the “childhood” you had, all of these led you only a little room to earn experience. You're now feeling anxious about everything, including not being good enough, being in pain, and not being able to please Xavier...
But damn, Xavier knows you so well; after all, this man has spent all of his life searching for you, again and again. You're his precious little star, and if you're afraid, just tell him, and he will turn off his freaky mode to become gentle.
Xavier, he’s here, soothing you with his sweet, angelic voice, looking at you with his ocean eyes: the ones you’re drinking in, drowning in each time. His soft hands are gently roaming all over your soft skin, slowly reaching your chin and then your cheek.
“It’s okay, Princess, I’ll make you feel good. I promise. And let me know if it's too much. You don’t have to worry about performance, you’re always perfect to me.”
Only your two intricate breaths can be heard in the quiet room. You slowly embrace Xavier's soft kiss as the dim light creates beautiful patterns on your two skins. His lips are everywhere: on your mouth, your cheek, your forehead, your eyelids, and then slowly, he goes down, reaching for your jawline, neck, and collar bone.
"May I?" He asked, playing with the button of your shirt. He carefully unbuttoned it as you nodded, revealing your purple lace bra. He smiles as he notices the little jewel on it, which is obviously a star.
“Look how perfect you are”, he whispers before kissing the space between your breasts, his hands reaching for the curve of your breasts. And then, his thumb traced your nipple still covered with the tissue.
“Let’s take this off, shall we?” You move slightly and with one smooth gesture, he takes off your bra. His eyes, always so calm and melancholic, ignite with desire as he admires how beautiful your bare chest is. He kisses you everywhere: your breast, your nipples, your belly. With each caress, each tender gesture, you start to forget that you were nervous.
And Xavier can feel that your body is becoming more and more relaxed. With your approval, he decides to take off your skirt and panties in one move, leaving you naked on his mattress. At first, you want to hide yourself, feeling exposed and embarrassed to be so vulnerable in front of him.
But when you notice how Xavier is mesmerized by your body, you relax again.
“Gonna make you feel good, Princess.”
The whispered words are filled with promise, desire, and greed. He gently spread your legs, kisses your ankles, legs, and inner thighs, and finally reaches for your pussy, which was aching with desire. With sweet and soft lips that are gentle on your sensitive skin. At first, he takes his time, only using his lips, but when he starts to use his tongue, you see stars. His hands are roaming over your body, his thumb circling your clit and his mouth working on you, making you feel more and more wet.
Each of your moans is music to his ears, and he becomes more and more eager, unable to stop: he just wants to eat you up, drink you in, making you cum against his lips again and again. With a trembling body and shaky hands, you grasp his hair, your legs shaking with need.
“Feel good?” He asked against your skin with a playful smile. “Want some more ?”
As soon as you nod, he slides one finger, then two, still working you out with his mouth. This sweet spot he's reaching every time is making you almost scream in pleasure. So when Xavier stops, you exclaim, “Why are you even stopping?”
“Don’t worry Princess, gonna give you much more,” he says while undressing himself. You devour his body with your eyes, admiring his athletic muscles and soft, pale skin, so smooth that you just want to cover it in kisses. You lose yourself at the moment when you do this. Xavier smiles when you finish undressing him by yourself because you feel more and more confident around him. As you unbutton his pants and slide down his boxer, you gasp.
His cock is twitching with desire, already hard for you, cockhead glistening with pre-cum. You trace the veins on it with one finger, before kissing his cockhead, stroking it with your other hands. Xavier guides you with his hands, moaning with eagerness because you make him feel so good. It doesn’t matter if you have little experience: it’s you, touching him, and that makes every move you do perfect.
“Mh, Princess, need to be inside you now. Please, say you want the same”
All your worries are gone. So you nod. Xavier lies you down on his bed, kisses you again and again, holds your hands, so tight, it feels like he’s afraid of losing you again. So with his fingers intertwined with yours, he slowly pushes his length inside you. Your tightness, your wetness, your warmth… it’s too much. With each thrust, he shakes, exhales a shaky breath, and moans your name.
His gaze never leaves yours as he makes love to you; and by the window, night is here; stars shine and rays of moonlight illuminate your bodies.
Xavier was right : he did make you feel good. So good you almost see stars. And when you cum in his arms, he lost himself. Cuddle you. Part of him wants to fuck you again and again like if it was your last night together, but he decides to go easy on you. So prepare yourself for sweet aftercare and a peaceful night in the arms of Xavier. The man that will always find you, in all the universes, in all your lives.
CW : fingering, oral sex, pet name (love)
You’re tense. Zayne knows it. Can feel it. His cold hands running down your bare body are feeling each one of your muscles tensed in fear. And you don’t even know why you’re so nervous. You trust Zayne with your own life; he’s taking care of your heart, in all the meaning of the word after all.
It’s not the first time you’re feeling this way; despite Zayne’s best effort, you never managed to relax enough to become more intimate with him: kisses and being naked around each other are all you’ve done so far.
“Zayne, I…” you whisper, nervousness spreading in your veins. The anxiety you’re feeling is like a monster with huge claws, scratching your stomach. The beats of your hearts are resonating in your own head.
“Talk to me, my love. I can help you”
As the good doctor he’s, Zayne wants to understand the cause of your fear, so he can help you better. But you don’t know what to say. You’re just scared. And it hurts you because you want to get closer to Zayne, to even get under his skin. To see him lose control, getting lost in a tender moment with you.
“Just keep kissing me…” you ask in a whisper. And Zayne complies, his gaze never leaving yours. Every move he’s making is methodic, medical. You furrow your brows, “Hey, I’m not your patient. I’m mean, not right now at least.”
“Sorry. Habits are hard to kill,” he replies, trying to disconnect his doctor mode. As he finally touches you like a boyfriend should do, you exhale a light breath and lie down comfortably on the bed. When you close your eyes, Zayne kiss your eyelids and his mouth moves closer to your ears. That’s it, close your eyes, just let me make you feel good.”
His hands move to your shoulders and to your breasts, fondling them gently before kissing them with deference. You can’t help but shake because his fingers are always so cold, and your skin is always so hot…
Zayne laughs gently as he continues to massage your body, holding your waist, leaving a trail of kiss from your button belly to your inner thighs.
You keep your eyes closed, trying to focus on the sensations only and get rid of every intrusive thought.
Everything will be all right. Zayne won’t hurt me. I just need to relax and enjoy.
Despite all your best efforts, you shyly try to close your thighs when his fingers brush against the sensitive skin of your pussy.
You open your eyes. “I just feel embarrassed…”
He can see all of you after all. But Zayne shut down your worries with one, long, tender, passionate kiss. “Let me show you what this tongue can do? Just use your words if it’s too much.”
You nod slowly and Zayne never leaves your gaze as he settles between your legs, slowly eating you out. And damn, who knows a doctor could be that good at this. At first, you are nervous he might hate your taste, but then, you notice he’s drinking you out and the eagerness in his pupils cannot lie. He’s enjoying himself, as much as you, maybe even more.
The length of his hard cock is visible, pressing against his pants, but he doesn’t mind; all his focus is on you, and only you.
The first moan you let out; he smiles against your sensitive skin. His tongue is working you out, leaking your lips, playing with your clit; the pressure is perfect, and you start to moan loudly, your legs shaking. Your body replies by itself, you press your pussy against Zayne’s mouth, and he happily complies.
First, you feel a cold ice in your stomach and then, it starts to burn; more and more, you feel like you're gonna explode from inside. The room is filled with the sounds of your moans and the wet sounds of Zayne’s tongue.
As you nod, he carefully pushes one finger inside your tight pussy and curls it, looking for something. And when you arch your back with a scream, he knows he just found your sweet spot. It’s overwhelming. Too good. The fire in your stomach is about to consume you. And it does. You can’t control it or even warn Zayne, you cum loudly against his lips, your skin covered in sweat.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You apologize, embarrassed to cum like that, without even a warning.
Zayne hungrily licks his lips and then reaches for your lips, “Why are you apologizing for being such a good girl for me?”
You blush, the good girl igniting this fire inside you again. As you try to reach for his cock still caged in his pants, Zayne shakes his head. “Not today. I just wanted to please you. There will be another time for this”
And when this time comes, it comes with deep, long thrusts, his cold hands holding you tight, and his usually unexpressive face consumed by a desire and a lust you’ve never seen.
CW : fingering, oral sex, v sex, praises, unprotected sex, body painting, pet name (cutie)
Well, honestly, you already shared a lot of intimacy with Rafael: you even posed for him as a naked model. You do feel comfortable around him. But you’re afraid of getting hurt because every time you try to touch yourself, you can barely insert two fingers, and it burns as hell. And you’re scared of feeling this pain with Rafayel.
But today, as Rafayel is painting not on a canvas but on your skin, directly, you can’t help but feel an intense desire for him. He just looks so desperately beautiful when he’s painting; he’s a fish in the water, in his element, almost at peace.
“Why are you looking at me this way, cutie. Am I that irresistible, uh?” He asks with his usual sassy, playful tone.
“What if my answer is yes?”
He traces an intricate pattern on your collarbone and playfully starts to draw some waves, starfish, and shells on your breast and on your belly. You shudder, and can’t help but want to feel his hands on you, and not his damn shells or brushes. As if Rafayel can read into your mind, he chuckles, “Looks like you’re wanting something. Too bad, I can’t guess what you want.”
This player knows exactly what you want, what you crave. Angrily, you grab his hair, pull him closer to you, and kiss him with all the passion you feel for him. He answers immediately with his usual sensuality. Kissing him is like a plunge into the deepest ocean: you can only feel numb, drowned in passion, out of breath. And with the insatiable need of diving into all your fantasies. Rafayel breaks the kiss, only to bite your earlobe and mutters, “Want to dive with me?”
It will be okay. It must be okay. Rafael is so sensual, even if he’s kinky, he will never hurt you, right?
Without any more care for his work, Rafayel tosses aside his paintings and brushes, and carries you effortlessly out of his studio, to bring you onto his bed. You left some painting on his white shirt, but he doesn’t give a damn. Same for the stains of colors on his bedsheets. For him, it just adds more creativity. Life is about art; sex also is about art: the art of body, the art of touching, kissing, pleasuring each other.
The art of turning you into a whining mess as well. Because his mouth feels so good everywhere he kisses you, his hands are making you melt. Jolts of pleasure are running down your spine; it feels so good. You touch him with the same desperation, the same sensuality. With care, you caress the fish on his chest and Rafayel let out a loud moan, his eyes looking at yours with need, desperation close to pain.
“Look at you. Prettiest model I’ve ever seen”
Your gestures mirror each other; when he kisses your neck, you kiss his ones… and slowly, the room is heating, and your hands are now pleasuring each other. His cock so hard around your fingers, twitching, leaking, wanting for more, wanting for you. And his own fingers are touching your pussy and circling your clit with soft, sensual touches. Sometimes, he reaches for your entrance but never slides one finger. Because he knows. He can feel the slight tension in your body. Your fear. He already knows about your issues; you confessed to him the first time you too had an intimate session. And he never tried to take things further.
“What do you want cutie? Want me to make you cum with my tongue again?” He asks teasingly.
You nod, and with a soft, slightly worried voice, you say, “I want to feel more of you. Your fingers. Your cock. I want to try.”
Rafael’s mesmerizing eyes look at you for a long time. It’s like he’s mentally painting you, lying naked in his bed, your beautiful skin full of colors that are starting to smear and blend everywhere. Without a word, he grabs a pillow, places it under your hips, and he traces a trail of kiss from your earlobe to your wet pussy.
It feels so good. As always. He knows exactly what kind of pressure you like, his soft lips, his kiss, the caress of his tongue, the way it flicks around your clit or your tight, wet entrance. He slowly pushes his tongue inside and you gasp in ecstasy. Rafayel laugh softly against your skin, working you, eating you out for so long you’re starting to feel dizzy. You’re a pathetic mess made of moans, whines and pleads and when he slides one finger inside you, you cry out.
It burns a little, but not as much as you feared. With care, Rafayel curls his finger and continues to eat you out like a starving man. You feel how wet you are, and you don’t even want to imagine how messy the bedsheets must be right now. Rafayel slowly ease another fingers inside you and you let out a moan of pleasure as he reaches this sweet spot inside of you.
The room is filled with obscene noises, moans from both of you, and heavy breaths. Rafayel's fingers are so glistening that it's almost embarrassing when he pulls them out. He licks them with a slight chuckle and slowly takes your hand to guide it onto his belly. You take the hint and reach for his cock, hard and tense, pressed against his pants.
You know you want him now. And he gives everything to you. You both gasp with pleasure when he enters you. Your walls clenching around him, his cock twitching with need, Rafayel is far away, lost, and thrusting his way deep into you. At first, he's nice and slow, but then, when he feels you relax, he fucks you hard and deep, repeatedly. Always looking at you as if you were a masterpiece.
CW : v sex, oral sex, teasing, orgasm denial, slight domination, use of Evol, pet name (sweetie, kitten), slight size kink, face sitting
You exactly know why you’re scared to have sex with Sylus. It has nothing to do with experience. The problem is right there, in this room, peacefully humming under the shower: Sylus. He’s nothing like the others. Every time he watches you with his crimson eyes, you feel naked. Seen. Like an open book. Unable to lie, to hide. His aura is intimidating. And his tendency for teasing and shenanigans isn’t making things easier. Despite all, you know he’s good, at least to you. And each time he walks around you half naked, you can’t help but admire his veiny arms, perfect abs, and imagine how good you would feel under his touch. You crave to hear his usual “sweetie” and “kitten” whispered as he fucks you.
In fact, he already ate you out an indecent amount of time. You already sucked his cock so good he was on the edge of losing all his self-control. But you never took things further, because it just feels too scary, too intimate… and yeah, maybe because you’re a bit nervous because of his size.
“What’s on your beautiful mind, sweetie?” You jump out in surprise as Sylus walks out of the shower, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He smirks as he feels your gaze roaming all over his muscular body. “See something of your liking?”
Like a little cat caught in the middle of a naughtiness, you look away and Sylus chuckles softly. “Why looking away? It’s all yours.”
You still can’t believe the dangerous Onychynus’s leader is actually your man. He lets you sleep in his room, in his bed; he cooks with you, trains you, and always takes you to joyrides. Treating you like his passenger princess, not because he doesn’t want you to drive. In fact, each time you asked to drive, he always said yes. But he just enjoys seeing you relaxed in the passenger seat and caressing your thighs while driving. Or feeling your hands wrapped around his waist when you’re using his motorcycle.
“You’re too easy to read, kitten, you need to work on your pokerface. If you want me, come get me.” He says teasingly.
You just sit on the bed, watching his every move as he grabs his luxury black housecoat. It’s rare for Sylus to be here at this time: usually, he’s always working at night, but here he’s, getting ready for bed. Or, more exactly, to lie next to you, with a book, while you sleep.
But tonight, you don’t want to sleep. You want to feel all of Sylus. Your worries won't stop you once more. So when Sylus finally lay on the bed, you immediately straddle him, defiance of your gaze. Sylus let out a light surprised breath, but then his cocky smile is here again. “Someone’s eager tonight. What are you looking for, kitten? Need to ride my face again and cum to sleep better?” He teases you and you blush, remembering how hard he made you cum last night, and the night before, and before… it’s almost a ritual.
“I want you, Sylus. All of you. Inside of me.” You speak, trying to sound as confident as possible.
Something changes in Sylus’s expression, his hypnotic, crimson eyes roam all over your body. You’re only wearing the luxury black kimono he gifted you, and the tissue is slightly revealing your naked skin below, the lovely shape of your shoulders and your collar bone.
“Look at you. I didn’t know a little kitten like you could be that hungry.”
With one finger, he intimates you to move closer, and you know exactly what he’s asking for: your pussy, against his mouth, right now. You obey without any hesitation, because you always love how Sylus dominates you, in a way that makes you feel safe, loved, and understood. This man would stop the second you ask him to stop and always ask a thousand times how you’re feeling and if you’re still in the mood. So you move forward and sit on his face, just the way he likes it. His big and veiny hands play with the tissue of your short kimono and pull on it to reveal your bare thighs. With one finger, he tosses your panties on one side and his mouth reaches for your pussy.
You immediately let out a moan, arch your back and neck. Sylus grabs your hips firmly, keeping you still as he mercilessly eats you out. You can feel his damn smirk as you moan loudly, your thighs shaking. The fire in your stomach already wants to explode, but as you feel close to climax, Sylus stops and pinches your hips.
“Why are you even stopping?”
He laughs softly, his mouth stuffed against your pussy. And in a playful move, his tongue circles your clit. One, two, three times. The fire is back. Your skin is covered in sweat. You feel how wet you are, and you can’t help but picture Sylus with his mouth covered in your wetness. No one could ever know Onychinus’s leader loves when his girl ride his face.
And when you feel close to the climax, Sylus stops again. And his infuriating laugh is driving you mad. You bury your pussy against his mouth and he holds your hips tightly before teasingly grabbing your ass and squeezing it. But when he denies your orgasm for the third time, you’re not even mad anymore, just desperate. “Why are you doing this?”
You don’t have the time to blink, you suddenly lay on the bed, back flat against the mattress, and your wrists stuck above your head with his Evol. Sylus slowly wipes his face covered with your wetness.
“A treat must be deserved, kitten. Otherwise, it’s not… enjoyable,” he says with his deep, low voice that drives you crazy. “Do you still want it?” he asks, leaning closer. “Do you still want me inside of you?” One of his long fingers is playing with your pussy, circling your entrance.
You try to avoid his crimson, piercing eyes, but he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Use your words. Tell me what you want. And I’ll give it to you.”
You take a deep breath and then, you mutter “I want you to fuck me.”
Sylus slowly hums, his hands roaming over your whole body, with care and gentleness. You totally trapped under him, with your wrists tied, and still, you never felt that safe. As Sylus takes off his clothes, you first almost drool at his perfect body, and then panic a little when you look at his cock. Already hard for you. So long. So thick. Cockhead glistening with pre-cum. Twitching for you. You gulp.
“Don’t worry, sweetie, I’ll be nice. Pick a word. If it’s too much, just say it and I’ll stop.”
You think and as you look at his red eyes again, you answer “crimson” in a whisper.
Sylus simply nods and while kissing you, he slowly drives himself inside you. In one long, deep thrust. You feel your walls clenching, trying to adjust to his size. Damn. It feels heavenly to have him inside you. To feel all of him. The way he’s filling you up is so good, so perfect, just like you were made for each other. Sylus stays still, buried balls deep inside of you and waits for your nod to start moving. You can only take it. Indulge in pleasure. Your wrists are still tied. With each thrust, you moan, louder, begging for more, whispering his name like a litany.
And suddenly, you’re free to move. As soon as Sylus stops immobilizing you, you wrap your arms around him, your legs around his waist and beg him to fuck you harder. And he gives to you exactly what you’re looking for, his cockhead heating your sweet spot with each thrust. Sylus doesn’t moan, but his shaky breath is sending chills down your spine. He murmurs your name like if it were a prayer, holds you so tight you will probably have slight marks tomorrow.
“You feel so good, sweetie. So perfect for me,” he sighs, fucking you with ardent passion. The bed is creaking beneath your weights, Sylus’s big hands reach for one of yours and interlace your fingers. He never stops looking at you. He’s fucking you deep, with deadly precision, rough, but never rough enough to hurt you. The room is filled with your breaths, the screams you let out and the sound of skin slapping against each other.
“Fuck, you gonna make me cum" Sylus sighs, holding you even tighter.
You too, feel this familiar heat between your legs. When you cum, you forget everything, your name. All you can think of is how good it feels. How perfect Sylus is when he’s coming.
And you can only ask yourself what you were scared for so long, because now, you want to fuck him again, again and again, pinning him to the bed and sitting on his dick, driving him crazy.
Sylus chuckles against your neck.
“I know a kitten who doesn’t want to sleep tonight.”
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