loserboy virgin tutor izuku who you pity…. college age and hes never even kissed a girl…… so you promise him if he helps you for free, you’ll help him too…. after every study session , he looks as if he’ll run away when you bring up giving him your half of the deal….. it’s almost nothing at first, getting him used to another—to your touch… his face all red and he can’t keep his eyes on yours while you trail your fingertips from his face down his chest…. he doesn’t seem more confident later when you move on to pressing your lips to his cheek… and when you press yours to his for the first time, he cums in his pants, rushing out of your apartment in shame… but you find it so cute… so when it finally comes time to it…. you’re not surprised by how he gets so worked up from all your light touches, or the messy kisses he couldn’t make neat no matter how hard he tries, not with the lazy grinding you purposely do in his lap….. it’s when you ask if he wants to be on top, and he flips the two of you over almost instantly, nearly ripping off the little bit of clothes you have left …. you’re taken by surprise by his heavy fingertips, and the weight of him pressing down into you as he wastes no time aligning himself with your entrance ….. it knocks the wind out of you, the force of him as his hips meet your for the first time ……. neither of you knowing his strength until he’s using it to pin you down, kissing your lips and muttering he doesn’t even know what, against them……. he goes mindless inside you, his body forcing yours down into the bed with each of his thrusts…. you dont know if he’s too far gone to hear how loud he’s making you, or if it’s half of what’s driving him….. there’s nothing you can do but lay there and take it…. even if there’s no way he’ll think to pull out…..
me: virginity culture is a lie. a scam. it is nonsense at best and patriarchal bullshit at worst. i hate it and i can't wait until its fiery demise.
also me: i NEED his v-card in my wallet now now now. i WANT to have him blush and stutter "it's my first time." i WILL tell him "thank you for trusting me. i will take good care of you." i YEARN for the sight of his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as i give him a pleasure he has never felt before. i CRAVE -
building off of thoma being the one to teach you and ayato to kiss–
thoma agreeing to teach you more, with ayato purring out show me as he slips a hand beneath your yukata to cup your pussy, pressing up into your heat until you grab his wrist with a whine, already rolling your hips into the pressure
ayato watching, eyes bright and greedy, as thoma learns your body with assured, practiced movements; as he laps at your clit in a way that makes you jolt, as he spears his tongue deep into your soaked cunt, stroking gently at your hip as you tangle your fingers in his golden hair
ayato slipping his lithe, callused fingers into you, just above thoma's thick fingers, all so thoma can show him how to curl his fingers up into you until you're trembling, whining at the stretch of having both of them inside you
feeling their gazes hot against your skin as they make you cum, knowing they're drinking in each little jolt that's echoing through you. turning into thoma's gentle touch as he strokes a thumb over the apple of your heated cheek
and as the white-hot pleasure cools, settling your hand over the firm outline of ayato's thick cock, meeting thoma's hazy jade eyes as you breathe out—now, show me
shy virgin! aone who turns red at anything more than a peck on the cheek. Taking it slow with him, insisting that he takes care of you first after you asked to give him a handy, almost saying yes to your pleading puppy dogs eyes. But with his little sheer remaining will power he said no, instilled in him since day one, ladies first.
Having to guide his hands all around your body, starting with your sides. Trailing up the sweater you had on as your hands rested on top of his, completely drawfing them. Using all your mental strength to control yourself from the feeling of his rough calloused fingertips inching further and further up your waist, remembering that you were the one taking the lead and instructing him on what to do.
His body freezing when his fingertips hit your bra, nervously turning his gaze to the floor as your body grew hotter as his adorable reaction. Hesitating for a second to let him catch his breath before grabbing the base of his palm as you lead it up to your chest, squeezing your hand around his, fully encompassing you tit.
Hearing his voice crack as he let in a breath, seeing his gaze was still beneath him, as you took it into your own hands to relax him. Your free hand coming up to his jaw, turning it easily upward as he didnt resist and stroking it lightly, knowing that, that was the way you would always put him to sleep.
A silent gaze as your eyes meet his, his intense stare was nothing as you had him completely lost in your own little world. Neither of you breaking eye contact as your thumb traced his bottom lip. His eyes fluttering, doing there best to stay open as his blush grew to his ears. Pride growing deep in your chest that you were the only one to see him this vulnerable, to see him looking like a lost puppy waiting for a treat, to have him at your complete will.
His pupils wide with unsure lust as your hand started closing around his, seeing every movement asn his face ever so slightly contort as you made him grope your tit again. His warm hand was getting hotter and hotter as he grew more confident, staying put even when you let your hand drop. Repeatedly peering down to your breasts before quickly going back up to you again.
“You can take it off.” Your voice soothed out, a hint of mischief lingering in your tone. Eyes batting up at his as you could see the gears turning in his head.
“I- , uh.”
Letting out a little laugh that you couldn't constrain while he couldn't form a sentence, seeing that he never would if you didn't help your poor baby boy out.
“...s’fine. I can do it this time, and you can next time.”
Chuckling as you let out a wink, seeing his eyes widening and quickly scrunching up. His cheeks turning redder, almost cooing at how cute he was, always making your heartbeat a little too fast.
“You gotta take your hand off sweetheart.” Your sheepish, sly grin breaking free as he almost instantly removed his hand, placing them both in his lap looking like a child getting scolded. Your fingers working their way behind your back as you leaned into his shoulder, lips touching his neck while his arms instinctively supported you, letting out a giggle into his ear.
Remembering what you said last time he got this far,“...Or I can't take it off.”
the words playing in his head ever since that day.
Letting your bra drop to the floor as seductively as you could. Seeing his eyes ogle you, you suddenly feeling shy too.
“T-, they're pretty.”
“Pretty?”
His head quickly nodded as he never wanted you to think he was joking about how much you loved you and your body.
Taking your chance to sit down on his big thighs, straddling his lap as you still gave him a full view, lips meeting his ears once again. “You know what else is pretty.”
Not even getting the chance to respond before your legs spread, shirt hiked up enough, middle and ring finger covering your clothed cunt. Turning his vision slowly down, not wanting to have a heart attack as he knew what laid before him.
But that still wasn't enough, mouth hanging slack as he saw how wet you were. White panties blending in with your skin as he could see the slick leaking through them. Did he get you like this? Fuck, he knew you could tell how hard he was, knowing you were playing dumb trying to be a good girl a listen to him.
But he couldn't even fist his cock without the thought of you running though his mind, you really had him daydreaming about you like you were the only thing to ever exist. Just wanting a taste of you but he knew he couldn't control himself just yet, scared that he'd break your body if you let him.
“Wanna touch there too?” Your voice breaking him out of his trance. A hint of anticipation echoing through your voice.
“I-, if you'd let me.”
“Of course.” Locking eyes with him as your lips pouted out, squishing your tits against his while you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You know I'd let you do whatever with me.”
Him almost knocking off his lap as he hastily adjusted himself, his arm catching you before you could even stumble. Reminding you of when you two first met, walking down the sidewalk looking down at your phone while he was walking home, sleepy eyes barely open as he ran into you. Quickly apologizing as you just stared at him, instantly falling for him, saying he could make it up by buying you some tea.
Knocking you off your feet just to save you, what a man.
“How about this is the ‘next time’, you gotta take them off now.”
Looking head first into your cunt as you stood before him. Accepting his fate as he marveled at it a few moments before deciding on how to drag your paintes down. His rough fingers playing with the hem of your waistband as he hesitated.
“Baby, I-. Fuck…. Love, I don't think I can't control myself if I even catch a glimpse of it.”
Trying your best not to laugh as his hands rested on your thighs for now, “Well, you don't gotta take them off, do you?”
“Yeah, fuck. I can do that.”
His hand moving back up to your disgustingly soaked panties, inching there was up your thigh until he felt your slick running down them. Hearing a soft little whimper escape your soft lips, that giving him enough courage to actually, finally take care of you.
Sliding his hand down your painties, feeling your body shake the moment his middle finger hit your clit, the movement coming innate to him as he circled you nub as gently as he could. Vision locked on you, wanting to ingrain the most pretty sight he's ever seen in his mind.
Your wetness almost oozing out of you at this and you knew he could tell, his finger catching it each time. Hearing your pretty little moans and whines for him to keep going made the pain in his wrist disappear, feeling gutsy enough to take it further.
Sliding his middle finger down enough until it reached your hole, curling the tip in. Your hips rocking into it as he took the hint, sliding it in slowly enough, feeling your tight walls contract around him. Barely even fitting his finger in there, deep down wondering how you were gonna even take him.
Starting a pace as you looked blissfully fuckd out, proud that he got you like this. Feeling so overwhelmed as your body collapsed onto his, laying limp in his hold as he paused for a second, worried that he took it too far.
“You alright?”
It was your turn to be the mess, nodding quickly, embarrassed that if you even tried to talk it would come out in a pathetic moan. Wondering how you got a man like him, so perfect, always doting on you like you were a piece of glass, like you were a ‘princess’ in his words.
“M-, ah!, m’gonna cum, don't stop.”
Feeling his cock grow harder at your pleas, thankful he wasn't inside you right now or he would've cum embarrassingly fast. “Shh, s’okay. Got it, i got it.” Trying to calm himself down also.
“Nobu!, cant, i-, ngh. Please.”
Fate had it that all you had to do was ask like a good girl and he'd give you wanted, immediately cumming, making a mess all over the place as you egged you on cooing in your ear, getting your wetness all over his thighs as your thighs were shaking, thankful for his grip on you.
“That feel good? He asked, staching the back of his neck, his awkwardness shining though once again.
“Yes it felt good!” Almost in awe that he would question himself after getting you so worked up. But before you rested you could tell that he was in need of some help too, hand tracing up his thigh while his head snapped up at your touch.
it’s giving me Levi x virgin!Reader where he shows her the ropes and…well corruption kink commences 😶 him helping her move her hips, showing her what feels good…fingers…tongue…yeah yeah…just the caring closeness of it all 😩
another AU of it is giving Levi x Reader wherein after a string of disappointing encounters, you somehow find yourself laid out bare before your grumpy ‘ol friend/neighbor/co-worker and Levi shows you how sex is supposed to feel and how good it can be 😌
nsfw twitter visual // 18+ only
cw for mentions of virginity and corruption, toys, overstimulation
Holy. Fuck. Grumpy neighbor Levi is everything to me holy shit. I blame MR for sending me down this rabbit hole and I further blame you for sending me this ask to remind me.
It’s so fucking annoying. He can hear you - you poor, sweet thing - touching yourself through the walls. He can hear the hum of your vibrator and the squeaking of your bed when you try n’ hump your pillow, and the moans that sound more like whines because nothing is enough for you.
That’s why, when you get a knock on your door in the middle of the afternoon, minutes before you were about to climax, you’re answering the door in a flimsy shirt and short to a sulking Levi.
“You know,” he leans against your door frame. Your interactions with him have been limited, and yes, you work in the same building, but your paths only ever cross on the occasional and accidental coming and going into your apartments. “If you’re gonna fuck yourself, shove a sock in it. I can hear you, brat.”
Humiliated isn’t even the best word to describe your reaction. Appalled. Ashamed. Your body burns. Like someone just threw you into the molten core of a volcano.
But, your embarrassment distracts from the very obvious (and growing) bulge between Levi’s legs. His pupils are blown. His lips are swollen and damp. His mouth is crooked with a smirk.
“I suppose it can’t be helped, hm?” he says. “If you need to be fucked properly, all you have to do is ask nicely.”
You gape at first. Anyone in their right mind would slam this guy across the jaw and call the authorities.
Well, you’re simply too horny. Too frustrated. And goddamn, Levi is sexy.
After some begging and discarding of clothes, Levi works you over. He puts you on all fours, ass high in the air with your nose buried in the same pillow you were rutting your soaked, swollen puss against. You feel his fingers digging into your hips, his grip nearly bruising, but somewhat safe.
He buried his tongue between your thighs and licks you clean from behind, his strokes pushing you over the edge more than you can handle. You can barely take it when he’s sliding his cock inside your slick walls, and you fall apart completely when your vibrator touches your clit.
I completely agree a lot of the virgin fics around can come across weird, I’d love to see your take on it!! I love your writing so much 🥹
Thank you for the vote of confidence! Again, I want to stress I'm not dragging the trope itself or any particular fics, I just think there's a lot of unexplored territory within that space. I feel like I see a lot of virgin characters portrayed as virginal - blushing, uninformed and corruptible. I don't find that realistic, I think there can and should be a distinction between inexperience and purity and that could make for an interesting story. Virgin characters can be knowledgeable about sex, be horny, be confident in their sexuality. To me, "can we try this" is just as interesting -and hot- as "let me teach you" ("teach me" fic is great, don't get me wrong! But there's so much more that can be done!)
I think my thesis here is that my virgin character would be just as slutty as my other characters lmao. Virginity can be a plot point without necessarily being their main character trait.
Bottled a few years before Beth breathed into existence, the Chave Hermitage Blanc is a tiny ocean of golden hues, waves cresting and breaking time with each swirl of Lawrence’s glass. Barely a competition against the constellation of Manhattan at night, halogen lights twinkling through the panes of his own corporate monolith. A machine he only visits on occasion these, and tinkers with even less, letting the churn of worker bees buzz under Mary’s guidance and leaving him free for more interesting pursuits. It is, still, suitable enough for this specific parley.
“As I’m sure you are aware by now, many of those with power and affluence seek the obscene and the taboo to evoke any sense of excitement.” He takes note of the wine’s bouquet without tasting it. “I’m aware of one who spends a large chunk of his inheritance bribing women to allow him to be the one to ‘deflower’ her – his prosaic term, not mine. Not that I am suggesting you make his acquaintance, Beth. You need neither the money nor the tedium involved.”
Lawrence lounges upon an over-stuffed seat, one ankle to knee, the black of his suit only a handful of shades darker than the leather beneath. “I mention him because he puts great value on the concept of virginity. The motif of the value of virgin blood is hardly new, and yet, I am curious as to if there is any true merit to it. Some say virginity is a construct.” The flash of white teeth might be paired with a joke, if coming from any other man. “So, I come to the expert for the truth, before I start locking the young and innocent away to keep a ready supply on hand.”
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A Will and a Way || -
She really wishes she could say his taste in wine is trash, but to do so would make a liar out of her, and he'd call her on the carpet for it. Her curiosity at his casual invitation unto his kingdom is enough for her to venture out once the sun has set much to the annoyance of her sibling for not telling him anything more than she's taking the car into the city and not to wait up for her. Now she's perched a hip against the edge of his desk, watching not his face but rather the motion of his wrist, the angle at which he holds the glass, and breathes in its aroma from her own glass.
She has no fear that he will have any cause to poison her, not when all the things he wants most are so readily available to his reach in and with her. Even if he was feeling those particular oats, her body would filter out any potentially lethal toxicity from her blood, and she has a bezoar in her grove, along with enough amethyst to flood 5th Avenue. He'd be better off making good on his once-threat of throttling her, or expunging his innate rage by laying hands on her.
He won't.
Not when she can see the question burning in the coldfire of his gaze.
His preamble draws a look of sheer disgust from the delicacy of her features and she sets the glass down beside her, equally untouched. In the world he speaks of, many of her sisters and aunties, her countless mothers and daughters, even cousins ~both in the dream of shared Kinship and stranger alike~ find themselves in a place of no power. It was not always like this but the rise of Reason was also the turning away from equality; in a rush to fill the vacuum people like the one he tells her about rose from the mud and the dark and beat fists upon their chests. And then turned that violence on the life-givers, the wise-women. It makes her sick but she doesn't blame the women who must be so desperate to need the unknown stranger's money, attention, or whatever else he provides for their validation and continuing survival.
She needs to know the man's name, though she can likely suss it out on her own with a little determination. A pack of her more militant female cousins would see it as a gesture of good will between Tribe and Tradition. She also makes absolutely certain that her face doesn't betray a single lick of dark humour.
She honestly cannot imagine Lawrence....deflowering any one.
She inclines her head at his surprising gentility regarding what she may or may not need, and for once she lets it go without biting instinctively back, asking if he's got plans for what she may or may not have. Which she does, even now.
Ah, and there it is. His gaze still burns, but his is the light of Diogenes.
For the sake of clarity she sets aside her natural speech patterns, reaching rather for his or some reasonable facsimile.
"Blood has always been a sacred thing, a liminal matter. It could empower or pollute, restore health or waste corporeal and spiritual existence. It was the Divine Mystery in the mortal creation. For a very long time, those of us who were Awakened, understood this bond and this responsibility. Even before my Tradition took it on as a formal responsibility, we traced the progeny of our forebearers, for in blood there was always power."
Her eyes see beyond him and beyond his glass, something deeply bitter that goes hand in hand with her magicksplaining.
"A splinter group broke off and formed...the Hippocratic Circle and they were largely the ones who ruined it for the rest of us. Through them the world came to see that male blood and bleeding was a public experience, connected to heroism, lineage in familial relationships, and to sacrificial practices, while female bleeding is a private matter and that women's blood while connected with parturition and life, should be feared for its polluting qualities.
"But that wasn't your question. Your question is specifically about virgins. And the only answer I have for you is...I don't know. Depends on what you or I or anyone else deeply believes. It isn't lip-service level, either. It comes down to what you know in your soul. I use my own blood in rituals, of course. And others, when the need arises. My Tradition knows and uses blood the most, be it animal or human. Some people believe virginity conveys purity, virtuousness. A sort of appeal to the Unseen forces in any mysticism. They might value it more highly than perhaps I would."
She pushes herself off the edge of the desk and pads barefoot toward him. She rakes him from head to toe with a particular sort of gaze; part feral and part threat, part oddly affectionate. Then, she smiles and only the darker aspects of her nature remain.
"If you ever require virgin blood for any reason, just ask for it. A lot safer an’ easier for everyone really.”
She then hunkers down into a vague sort of squat, until she can look up into his face. It is a look too keenly like her Cousins to be comfortable.
“Now, Larry, be a dear and tell me more about this...ah...friend....of yours.”
he knows exactly what he does to young girls like you.
he knows the way he talks gets you hooked. you can't help but shy away from him. especially when he grabs you by the waist and pulls you against his chest. he whisper sweet nothings in your ear and it's so hot.
he lies.
he manipulates you.
he teases you.
but you keep coming back for more.
why? because you also tease him in return. you didn't want to be another fuck. no you wanted to be his baby girl. his one and only and so you kept your forbidden fruit hidden from him. he's tried countless times to bed you. but they all fail.
now toji was getting impatient. he's never chased after such a sweet, young thing for this long. which is why on that dreaded evening he slipped the powder in your drink..
you're barely aware of what happened next. all you feel was his rough hands grabbing at your body. you're being dragged out of the club and back to a room.
is it your room? probably not. you push agaisnt his toned chest - your lips move. you think you're speaking but not a sound leaves your mouth. your head throbs, heart pounding - matching the beat of someone's footsteps.
you're tossed on a bed. it's so soft.
"y/n, do you have any idea how long i've waited for this?" toji's voice... it had to be his voice. its deep and dark.
"i.... i wanna sleep." you mumbled. you're so innocent- you don't even realise what's happening. he crawls on bed with you. he reaches forward and begins to undress you.
his actions are slow but what he really wanted to do was rip it all off.
"thank you for ..changing.. me." you smile at him. you're so dumb.
toji chuckles as he finally undressed you - you're in nothing but your bra and panties. you fall on your back and look up at him. toji runs a finger down to your pretty white panties. it's so pure. just like you.
he can't wait to ruin you. virgins are his favourite treat. they always whimper so quickly, their bodies quiver under his touch and he can't help but go rough on them. ruining their untouched cunts over and over again. . but it only lasts for one night.
"d..don't touch there." you say as his fingers graze your panties.
"where ? here?" toji asked as he pressed his fingers against your slit.
you whimper.
"oh but you're so cute." he coos. there lies sinister intentions behind a voice so calming.
"n...no." you shift, your legs kicking him back.
looks like you got some fire in your still. that's okay - he likes a challenge.
which is why he loves corrupting pretty little virgins like you.
