(starts raising his hand before everyone else, just less confident about it than his classmates)
(remembers nearly all of the gibberish password that was told to him in a rush, only forgets the last two characters)
(replicates moves that he's only seen once (yes he also replicated RIPeter's move but I'm not screenshotting that bc it's long and complicated))
(figures out how to immobilize a guy that could escape any enclosure/trap)
(notices something is up/off with Gwen immediately, politely follows her lead and doesn't dig into it)
(continuation of above: realizes she's hiding something about her mission from him, decides to spy on her to figure out what)
(has information the Spider Society doesn't; figures out what the Spot is doing before any of them do)
(action plan made in 0.2 seconds)
(keeps up with what Miguel (a scientist from the future who has at least a year and a half of hands-on experience with the multiverse) is talking about)
(mentally calculates the timing of a giant spinning machine so that he can pass through safely and none of the Spiders can follow him)
(lmaooo you cannot do the same move twice on him, he learns too fast)
(this one speaks for itself. he really did have a plan)
(remembers how to use the Go Home Machine after seeing it be used once)
(immediately figures out why he's in the wrong dimension)
in conclusion, please never say/imply that:
Miles is not on the same academic level as other Spider-nerds
Miles is less capable in fighting/combat than other Spider-people
Miles is not as good at strategy than other Spider-people
Miles is too naive/childish/optimistic to have practical intelligence or pick up on when something bad is going on under the surface
Miles's smaller amount of experience means he is generally less competent/capable than other Spider-people
Understand that this applies even to non-sexual situations. Women are more likely to be asked for favors from coworkers. Regular “can you file this for me” / “can you cover my shift” / “can you finish up this paperwork” workplace favors. Men are less likely to return those favors. Women are more likely to be seen as “difficult to work with” if they refuse to do favors when requested. Being viewed as ungenerous has negative social and professional consequences.
So yes, even gay men benefit. All men benefit from women’s reinforced fear of being hurt, not just physically, but also socially and professionally, for saying no to anything at all.
when i have a crush i dont kick my feet or twirl my hair instead i am in my kitchen at 3am pacing in circles with my hands clasped behind my back like a middle-aged divorced detective haunted by a cold case he just cant crack
it is genuinely bewildering to me that adult human beings do not know this but if you are mean to people they will not like you. like tbh they are probably also not going to like you if you are mean to other people but they are definitely not going to like you if you are mean to them. it doesn’t matter if you are funny or if you can use r/aita rules to prove that you are in the right. people simply so not enjoy being treated like shit.
Sunny beaches, relaxing by the poolside, and getting a chance to live with a bunch of hot singles for the next couple of weeks—life in the Love Island Villa sounds amazing. But, Sayori can’t find herself interested in any other guy. Onyankopon’s got her eyes.
LoveIsland Ony!xOriginal Character • MDNI | 3.9k explicit language, h*mping, f*ngering, p*ssy-job, accidental penetration & creamp*e (barely), squirting, dirty-talk, sneaking around, descriptive mentions of body parts & c*m | Boldened italics will be used for the cheeky narrator's voice in the show
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The sun is high in the sky—a typical occurrence on the island of Fiji. And its contestants are soaking it up. Especially the two love birds: 23-year-old Sayori and 25-year-old Onyankopon.
Y’know the saying goes: sun’s out, buns out. And it looks like Sayori’s taking it literally! Though, I don’t think Onyankopon minds all too much. Just look at the way he’s starin’ ‘er down!
Hidden away from the others, the two came up to one of the many balconies within the villa for a chance at a private chat since the newest bombshells joined the house—Soul Ties.
“I’m not … threatened or nothing,” Onyankopon had confessed. “We know what we got.”
The words had made her heart melt. But conversation all too quickly switched to another topic: sex in the villa.
Onyankopon wasn’t so eager on it, but it wasn’t a flat-out ‘no’ either. Sayori, however, had her reservations—the cameras everywhere and constantly rolling, the threat of the others walking in on them—
“So, you scared, is what you saying?”
A sly grin dances on his two-toned lips as he stares at the woman across from him.
SAYORI, 23
Sayori attempts to feign a suave, nonchalant sense of confidence as she flips 28 inches of Burmese curls over her shoulders.
The facade comes crashing down with a snicker, hidden behind her manicured hands.
“Oh. My. Gooosh!”
She’s beaming and it’s impossible to hide.
“Ugh, he just makes me so fucking nervous!”
Her declaration comes with a roll of the eyes.
“Like, I don’t want to move too fast with Ony, but—“ she sighs. “He’s just—it feels right, you know? And I don’t wanna deny myself of anything, then have regrets about it when this is all over.”
For a moment, her smile dims as she stares off.
“I just don’t want to mess up by giving him so much access to me, especially physically, only for him to end up with another girl in the villa.
She pouts, averting her gaze from the camera.
“And I know we’ve only been coupled up for two days, but—I don’t know! I just … really like him.”
A heavy sigh punctuates her confessional.
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Despite resting underneath the shade of the lounge area, his naturally low eyes squint as if trying to take in her beauty in small amounts.
“No,” Sayori playfully sneers. But it’s getting harder to wrestle an inevitable smile under control.
His scoff comes before he shakes his head. Silence slips between the two for a moment. In that time, all he does is watch her.
Beneath fluffy, 16 mm lashes, she looks into her lap as she fiddles with her personalized water bottle.
It’s cute, her shyness. But, he needs her to get out of that shell a bit. And as his mind turns, attempting to come up with a way to do so, his excitement builds.
Energy surges through him. He shifts to sit up higher against the pile of pillows behind him. As he leans back, throwing an arm behind his head, her honey brown eyes spot the flexed muscle. There’s ink decorating his dark skin.
Hmm, I wonder what Sayori’s thinking about.
“Yeah, you are.”
She blinks repeatedly—what were they talking about again? “I’m what?” Her eyes are wide with cluelessness, dark pink lips parted.
“Scared,” his smile grows.
She kisses her teeth. “No, I’m not.”
She might’s well have hearts in ‘er eyes.
Onyankopon’s legs seem to part just a smidge wider.
“Come over here then.”
ONYANKOPON, 25
“Nah, I like Sayori, like … a lot.”
He bursts out in laughter, almost doubling over. Call it nerves, as he’s admitting this all out loud to himself, a camera, and national television.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, dragging a hand over his face.
“No other girl in the villa ever made me feel this interested. Y’know, everybody in here good looking and shit, but—“ he shrugs. “She the one.”
The apples of his cheeks burn as his lips split open even wider for a bigger smile.
“With the, like … challenges and shit, y’know, you gotta get a lil’ raunchy—play into the sexy shit. But she’s … she the only girl I really felt myself … wanting to explore in that way.”
As he looks off in thought, no doubt about Sayori, he only feels his heart beat twice as fast.
“And it takes a lot for me to get there.” He shrugs. “I’on know, I’m just really excited to get to know her more now that we coupled up.”
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On the balcony’s daybed, there’s not much space. There’s just enough for her to sit on her knees with Ony’s spread legs.
And that’s the perfect position for him to see the fat of her hips and ass. His hand on his thigh clenches into a weak fist as he imagines feeling the soft flesh.
Looks like Onyankopon’s got hearts in ‘is eyes, too! Or he’s just noticing that his dental floss that went missing, is now on Sayori’s body.
She raises a brow in challenge. Onyankopon only remains stagnant in his disposition. That seems to be enough to sway her—not like she was putting up much of a fight, anyway.
A smile slowly spreads across her lips. Onyankopon’s competitive mask shatters as he mirrors her expression.
She makes a slow crawl towards him, careful not to step on any parts of his body that may be in the way. His hands start at her back the second she takes her seat on his lap, cradling her.
“I like you here better.”
She almost stutters.
Keep it cool, Sayori. Remember—English.
“S-sure,” she laughs.
The dazed and dreamy look in his eyes is enough to make her giggle harder. She tries to stop it with the kiss of her teeth, but of course it doesn’t work.
“Mmh,“ he hums.
“How are we?”
Smooth transition.
The gentle disruption of a wrinkle lies between his thick, perfect brows as he licks his lips. “I think we perfect.”
She hadn’t expected that. “Really?” she asks, her voice having grown soft.
“Course,” he mumbles, his gaze falling to her thighs on either side of his hips. “You don’t?”
As her brain conjures up a quick response, it’s just as quickly thrown away. His hands drop softly only her thighs to rub back and forth over them.
She would think that such hands—so big and heavy—would be able to ground her. Yet her senses run from her with every slow drag they make, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“I do,” she replies—for lack of a better word—dumbly. Something about his touch is just draining her brain.
And if the unfocused look in her eyes is anything to go by, then he can definitely tell. When he smiles this time, his shallow dimples cave in and his perfect teeth are on full display.
That’s the first time I’ve ever seen Onyankopon smile that much. I usually give that look to a slice’a cheese cake from this one bakery down the road from me.
“Good.”
On a whim, Sayori leans forward and throws her arms over his shoulders. As much as she loves a good hug, she also loves that she’s able to hide her face in the crook of his neck.
“What’s the matter?” He asks after a minute, his soft voice obscured as their mics are muffled by the embrace.
Her lungs inflate and deflate with a gentle sigh. Thoughtlessly, he rakes his fingers back and forth over her spine.
“Nothing … just missed you after this morning.”
A soft chuckle shakes his chest. “Missed you, too.”
He seals the statement as he wraps his strong arms around her midsection to squeeze. The action pushes her up higher on his lap and her body closer to his.
Careful, Onyankopon, ya’ might break her.
He pulls back, if only to look up into her warm, brown eyes. Until his own drop to her lips.
“What?” She laughs.
And he can’t help but to smile. “Y’know what,” he mumbles, swiping at his bottom lip with his tongue.
She pushes it but an inch closer. “I don’t, tell me.”
There’s that burst of excitement again. “I wanna kiss you.”
‘So do it,’ she wants to say. But she’s smiling so hard her mouth can’t even form the words.
He gets the message anyway.
Their lips connect like opposing forces. Pillowy soft and full, both press and slide against each other with a slow firmness that only makes either want to push on.
They don’t hesitate to add tongue, they’ve gotten this far before. It’s nothing new for either of them, especially with the past challenges on the island.
However, this has got Sayori’s heart beating faster than any challenge or other guy on this island. And as this isn’t a game, there’s no need for Onyankopon to keep it cute for the audience.
His hands stretch and explore over the expanse of smooth, deep brown skin. Eyes closed, he doesn’t need to see to know where his hands are going.
A gasp, so tiny that it’s only picked up by their mics, slips from her. The gentle squeeze of her ass makes her pussy flutter in her bikini.
His tender touch is a quality Sayori found attractive since their first ever chat.
The soft, smacks of their wet kisses echo in the mics. Usually, she would pull back just to have a laugh at that, but they’re in too deep to stop now.
So deep, they don’t even acknowledge how their mics are also picking up the quiet moans sprinkled in there.
“Shit,” one of them whispers, neither of them can tell who it came from, minds hazy.
His sink deeper into the fat of her ass as he grasps tighter, unintentionally tugging her hips over his. The skimpy material of her bathing suit doesn’t ease the friction against her core at all.
She doesn’t want to think that he felt her clench, but she second-guesses the notion when he twitches beneath her.
Mindlessly, she grounds down against his growing hardness. His hips jump as he gasps against her lips, leaving her mouth free to venture elsewhere.
Elsewhere like down his neck. She kisses and laves at the warm, tattooed skin. One of her small, manicured hands slides up his stomach and chest to grip the side of his neck.
Relinquishing an ounce of self control, his hips stutter. He’s always liked a bit of choking with his kisses.
“Fuck … I wanna go to the beds right now.”
His breathless voice makes her pussy clench. It breaks her focus and she’s reminded that they’re out in the open.
Immediately, she tucks her face away to silence her own laughter. Ony throws his head back against the pillows with the release of a sigh.
After a couple of seconds, Sayori picks her head up to stare down at him, contemplating.
“Okay.”
The word is so soft-spoken, he almost doesn’t believe he really heard it. But once it clicks, he’s helping her to her feet while trying his best to adjust himself in his pool shorts.
Is it just me or has Onyankopon snuck a banana into his pants? Oh wait!
Stepping with caution and giggling like teenagers, Onyankopon and Sayori sneak around the villa to get to the bedroom unseen.
Mission successful.
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And when they get there, they’re careful to shut the door softly behind themselves so as to not alert any of the others. Slipping into bed is all too easy.
Well aren’t these islanders lucky.
Their mics pick up their quiet giggles just before they’re muted by more heavy kissing. With Sayori on top and Onyankopon beneath, they move with more confidence, riding and sliding against one another.
Two weeks on the island already, and she can’t deny that she’s been dying for some sort of release.
All the cameras around and this newfound experience of communal living has kept her from really enjoying herself like she typically would back at home—a relaxing DJ session after a hard day at work or something.
It’s been way too long since she’s gotten the chance to do that. Even longer since she’s had sex.
“Wait, wait, wait—Ony’!”
His body locks up as his eyes grow wide, bouncing back and forth between her own. “What happened? You good?”
“I … I don’t know if I really wanna go all the way just yet.” She’s chewing on her bottom lip, absolutely wrecking the skin there.
“That’s—okay, alright,” he nods, almost breathless from the non-stop kissing and heat around them. “You wanna stop?”
She shakes her head. “Let’s just … do something else?” she asks softly, voice almost cracking within the confines of a whisper.
“Alright … what you wanna do?”
“I don’t know,” she laughs, covering her mouth with a hand.
He echoes her laughter before calming down.
“I got something in mind.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
The hitch in her breath is almost violent.
His tip, solid and pulsing with a rush of blood, nudges her swollen clit. It’s a pleasant pressure that has her tense muscles relaxing and a soft sigh brushing past her lips.
“Yeaaah,” he drags out, holding his dick at its base as he continues to rub his wide crown against her button. “You like that?”
His voice is soft and pliant.
A bead of his precum drips out onto her clit, which he spreads with his tip. As her clit brushes against his slit, his lower stomach swoops.
The tiny touch makes his dick jump slightly. The head of his dick knocks against her prominent bud.
“Shit,” Sayori huffs. She angles her head to be able to watch it all, even as she’s bent in half.
She keeps her hands hooked at the crooks of her knees, painted toes curled.
He lifts his dick just to see the way her pussy constantly puckers around nothing. Such movement pushes dribbles of her own natural lubricant to bubble to the surface and drizzle from her tight pinkness.
It’s a thick pearlescent goo that he only wants to continue pulling out of her.
“Mmh … pussy so needy,” he mumbles to himself. He pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth.
Raising a hand, he comes smacking it back down on the underside of one of her thighs. A yelp, followed by a sweet giggle trickles out of her.
He smiles, lifting his dick and dropping it against her puffy lips.
Thwap … thwap … thwap.
The plump skin trembles every time.
“Shit so fat.”
Every time, clenches down at the weight of his dick and how it beats against her aching cunt.
“It’s so heavy, Ony,” she smiles dreamily at him.
Still holding onto himself at the base, he begins to drag his dick across her lips. Up, down. Up, down.
With every swipe, he presses his dick harder. Slowly, he sinks it between her deep, thick lips, just sliding back and forth, slowly. Tip always kissing her clit.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” she almost whines. Adjusting her hold, she places her dainty hands on each ass cheek to spread them wider.
“You want this heavy dick?”
“Yeah.”
He feels her pussy spurt against the underside of his tip as it catches over her clinching hole. His own precum bubbles out of the tip.
He drags their mixed arousal, spreading it so messily it’s got her pussy looking glazed. Shiny and plump.
It was a wonder how she walked around in those tiny ass bikini bottoms all day. He always tried not to look at her pussy print, but he just had to take a little peak every time.
Fuck, he wants to eat her.
Pushing back up against her clit, he zeroes in on the prominent bud as it sticks out between her pudgy lips. Just perfect. He wags his tip side-to-side, DJ-ing her with his dick, never lifting it up.
“Fuck … fuuuck…”
She clenches and unclenches, faster and stronger. Her clit jumps with the movement.
Sayori’s head falls back against the pillows as she pants. Her boobs spill to the sides of her body, nipples hard and at attention.
One of her hands leaves her ass to tweak at a nipple, rubbing and tugging at it. “Spit on it.”
And he does just as he’s told, dropping a thick wad of spit right on her clit. It dribbles down between her lips as she softly moans out.
“So fucking sexy,” he pants, trying to hold back as his lower stomach drops and his balls tighten. God, he doesn’t want this to end. “Need you to ride it.”
“Yeah?”
“Ride my shit.”
It’s a blur as they switch positions. Her on top and him on the bottom—just as before. And Onyankopon is almost breathless.
His dick is trapped between his stomach and her pussy. No penetration—he’s trying to keep his promise.
Fuck, he’s really trying. But the way her lips encase him in a wet, gooey hug that is so suffocating—it’s more than a struggle. He doesn’t want it to end, though.
“Onyy,” she whines as her clit is pressed against his stiff dick.
He’s so hard—the pulsing blood has engorged his veins, making them bulge against his skin. She can feel it all.
Her legs are quivering and she can’t even stop it, but that’s the least of her worries.
“Mmph—c’mon,” he grunts, gripping her ass cheeks to push her along the length of him.
The roll of her hips is jittery and unsteady, like she has to force herself to withstand the pleasure and not break.
She leaks endlessly over him, lathering him in frothy cream that makes her arousal audible.
“Yeah … yeah,” he whispers, pushing apart her lips to see how her clit smashes and rubs against him. “Keep going baby.”
He twitches and the arch in her back deepens.
The muscles in her thighs flex as she uses all her power to bounce against him.
Plop-squidge, plop-squidge, plop-squidge.
As her ass and pussy clap against him, small bits of milky white fly out and freckle his lower stomach and her pubic bone.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she whispers to herself, eyes rolling back shut.
“Shit … wanna nut in you so bad.”
He doesn’t even notice the pool of precum he makes against his stomach—all of her cream hides it anyway.
The bouncing slows just as she gets over his tip. He’s definitely the biggest she’s ever “taken.” As she sits on him, she almost fully sinks onto the thick, pulsing head.
His wide, mushroom tip is filled out and flushed a deep pink. And it feels so fucking good to her.
He’s almost sucked in fully … almost.
“So hard,” she croons.
Staring down at him with low eyes, she blindly reaches back to get a soft hold of his balls. A gentle squeeze.
A stuttered moan empties out of him and his body jolts.
Everything about him is just so heavy.
His balls are sticky, covered in milky glaze as if they were dipped. They slip around in her hands, making the feel of fondling them addicting.
“Keep doing that,” he hums, hips bucking up into her.
She only ruts back against him. With his tip still pressed to her quivering hole, she swivel her hips down roughly.
The sounds their bodies make grow louder; soft, wet suction as they constantly toes the line between humping and penetration.
“K-keep fucking me back … keep … fucking me—“
Onyankopon’s face contorts as his lower stomach is on fire.
“Ony—baby … shiiiit!”
Her body freezes as he continues to slide his dick against her beating clit. And a fountain spray of squirt splashes all over him.
In an attempt to stand up on her knees, her thighs tremble so much that he’s got to keep ahold of her hips to keep her from collapsing on top of him.
Her stream is wide and strong, beating down against his dick hard enough to push it back against his stomach.
Sayori’s mouth hangs open, eyes rolled back to the whites. He doesn’t think it gets any better than this. And honestly, the sight of her cumming so strongly is only making him harder—if that’s even possible.
Through her steadily weakening stream, he reaches for her clit and continues to rub. There’s another burst of squirt, the stream gaining strength once more.
With this release, he sinks his longest fingers into her weeping cunt to massage her g-spot, yanking her through this orgasm.
A manicured hand grips roughly at his shoulder, knuckles turning white.
“One more f’me.”
And when he fingers this third orgasm out of her, dollops of cream slip down his hand. That’s when he decides to give her a rest, laying her body on the bed.
But is it really much of a rest when he’s still got her face down, ass up?
Sayori’s a panting mess. Her eyes are barely open and yet she wiggling her ass back and forth, creamy pussy winking at him.
Ony takes his hard, sensitive dick in hand—hissing. “I’d fuck ya shit up if you let me in that,” he croaks.
He beats his dick softly, always one to draw out an orgasm. His balls aches just as bad as his dick does, and he gives them just a minor squeeze.
“Where you want me, baby?”
He palms one of her asscheeks, huffing out a bit of laughter when the muscle twitches.
“Cum on it,” she mumbles into the pillow, her mic still picking up her tiny voice.
“Cum on it?”
“Cum on your pussy, baby,” she whines out, arching her back even deeper.
“Say less.”
Letting go of his dick, it bounces in the air, twitching. Slowly, he inches forward until he’s sliding right in between her lips again.
“Close ya legs.”
Weakly, she complies, squeezing her thighs shut until she could feel his dick trapped between the tight space of her pussy lips and thighs. She doesn’t even have a thigh gap.
If she had to be honest, this has to be one of the best front-wedgies she’s ever had, if she could joke about it.
Hand poised in the middle of her lower back, he gives her steady strokes. Her cum provides the perfect amount of wetness, creating profound sounds. It’s all going smoothly, until he gets too caught up in it.
His tip catches just at her hole and he doesn’t realize until it’s too late—he’s slipped in. Immediately, he shivers as they both moan out. Sheathed in tight, wet, warmth, the head of his dick twitches. Reflexively, Sayori clamps down on him.
Onyankopon’s only warning is a clipped gasp.
His breath shudders and his stomach twitches. He’d had enough sense left in him to pull out, but not before the first ribbon of cum was shot into her pussy. It was only shallow—she’d pushed out the thick glob easily.
But that wasn’t end, as thick spurts of cum shoot out against her labia, clit and inner thighs.
“Aw … shit,” he pants, falling onto the bed.
They’re a shiny, sticky, panting, gooey mess. And they’re quiet as they try to catch their breaths for a moment.
“God … damn,” Onyankopon chuckles, throwing a hand over his face.
Sayori can only hum in agreement.
SAYORI, 23
A long sigh floats out over lifted cheeks and a too-bright smile. Sayori’s lashes flutter as she looks up at nothing in particular.
“Yeah … I’m definitely feeling him.”
ONYANKOPON, 25
Onyankopon can’t even look at the camera as he rubs his chin. Staring off into the distance, he mentally replays that time in the bedroom.
“Definitely a fucking keeper.”
As his eyes flit over to the camera, he bellows out a laughter.
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As the couple basks in the afterglow of steamy almost-sex, dazed smiles pull at their sheened faces.
“So fuckin’ nasty,” she whispers into his chest, a fit of giggles following shortly after.
Onyankopon only rolls his eyes, one hand rubbing at her back.
“Shut up.”
Yes, Sayori. So nasty, indeed. What naughty islanders.
Sunny beaches, relaxing by the poolside, and getting a chance to live with a bunch of hot singles for the next couple of weeks—life in the Love Island Villa sounds amazing. But, Sayori can’t find herself interested in any other guy. Onyankopon’s got her eyes.
LoveIsland Ony!xOriginal Character • MDNI | 3.9k explicit language, h*mping, f*ngering, p*ssy-job, accidental penetration & creamp*e (barely), squirting, dirty-talk, sneaking around, descriptive mentions of body parts & c*m | Boldened italics will be used for the cheeky narrator's voice in the show
Banners: @strangergraphics
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The sun is high in the sky—a typical occurrence on the island of Fiji. And its contestants are soaking it up. Especially the two love birds: 23-year-old Sayori and 25-year-old Onyankopon.
Y’know the saying goes: sun’s out, buns out. And it looks like Sayori’s taking it literally! Though, I don’t think Onyankopon minds all too much. Just look at the way he’s starin’ ‘er down!
Hidden away from the others, the two came up to one of the many balconies within the villa for a chance at a private chat since the newest bombshells joined the house—Soul Ties.
“I’m not … threatened or nothing,” Onyankopon had confessed. “We know what we got.”
The words had made her heart melt. But conversation all too quickly switched to another topic: sex in the villa.
Onyankopon wasn’t so eager on it, but it wasn’t a flat-out ‘no’ either. Sayori, however, had her reservations—the cameras everywhere and constantly rolling, the threat of the others walking in on them—
“So, you scared, is what you saying?”
A sly grin dances on his two-toned lips as he stares at the woman across from him.
SAYORI, 23
Sayori attempts to feign a suave, nonchalant sense of confidence as she flips 28 inches of Burmese curls over her shoulders.
The facade comes crashing down with a snicker, hidden behind her manicured hands.
“Oh. My. Gooosh!”
She’s beaming and it’s impossible to hide.
“Ugh, he just makes me so fucking nervous!”
Her declaration comes with a roll of the eyes.
“Like, I don’t want to move too fast with Ony, but—“ she sighs. “He’s just—it feels right, you know? And I don’t wanna deny myself of anything, then have regrets about it when this is all over.”
For a moment, her smile dims as she stares off.
“I just don’t want to mess up by giving him so much access to me, especially physically, only for him to end up with another girl in the villa.
She pouts, averting her gaze from the camera.
“And I know we’ve only been coupled up for two days, but—I don’t know! I just … really like him.”
A heavy sigh punctuates her confessional.
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Despite resting underneath the shade of the lounge area, his naturally low eyes squint as if trying to take in her beauty in small amounts.
“No,” Sayori playfully sneers. But it’s getting harder to wrestle an inevitable smile under control.
His scoff comes before he shakes his head. Silence slips between the two for a moment. In that time, all he does is watch her.
Beneath fluffy, 16 mm lashes, she looks into her lap as she fiddles with her personalized water bottle.
It’s cute, her shyness. But, he needs her to get out of that shell a bit. And as his mind turns, attempting to come up with a way to do so, his excitement builds.
Energy surges through him. He shifts to sit up higher against the pile of pillows behind him. As he leans back, throwing an arm behind his head, her honey brown eyes spot the flexed muscle. There’s ink decorating his dark skin.
Hmm, I wonder what Sayori’s thinking about.
“Yeah, you are.”
She blinks repeatedly—what were they talking about again? “I’m what?” Her eyes are wide with cluelessness, dark pink lips parted.
“Scared,” his smile grows.
She kisses her teeth. “No, I’m not.”
She might’s well have hearts in ‘er eyes.
Onyankopon’s legs seem to part just a smidge wider.
“Come over here then.”
ONYANKOPON, 25
“Nah, I like Sayori, like … a lot.”
He bursts out in laughter, almost doubling over. Call it nerves, as he’s admitting this all out loud to himself, a camera, and national television.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, dragging a hand over his face.
“No other girl in the villa ever made me feel this interested. Y’know, everybody in here good looking and shit, but—“ he shrugs. “She the one.”
The apples of his cheeks burn as his lips split open even wider for a bigger smile.
“With the, like … challenges and shit, y’know, you gotta get a lil’ raunchy—play into the sexy shit. But she’s … she the only girl I really felt myself … wanting to explore in that way.”
As he looks off in thought, no doubt about Sayori, he only feels his heart beat twice as fast.
“And it takes a lot for me to get there.” He shrugs. “I’on know, I’m just really excited to get to know her more now that we coupled up.”
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On the balcony’s daybed, there’s not much space. There’s just enough for her to sit on her knees with Ony’s spread legs.
And that’s the perfect position for him to see the fat of her hips and ass. His hand on his thigh clenches into a weak fist as he imagines feeling the soft flesh.
Looks like Onyankopon’s got hearts in ‘is eyes, too! Or he’s just noticing that his dental floss that went missing, is now on Sayori’s body.
She raises a brow in challenge. Onyankopon only remains stagnant in his disposition. That seems to be enough to sway her—not like she was putting up much of a fight, anyway.
A smile slowly spreads across her lips. Onyankopon’s competitive mask shatters as he mirrors her expression.
She makes a slow crawl towards him, careful not to step on any parts of his body that may be in the way. His hands start at her back the second she takes her seat on his lap, cradling her.
“I like you here better.”
She almost stutters.
Keep it cool, Sayori. Remember—English.
“S-sure,” she laughs.
The dazed and dreamy look in his eyes is enough to make her giggle harder. She tries to stop it with the kiss of her teeth, but of course it doesn’t work.
“Mmh,“ he hums.
“How are we?”
Smooth transition.
The gentle disruption of a wrinkle lies between his thick, perfect brows as he licks his lips. “I think we perfect.”
She hadn’t expected that. “Really?” she asks, her voice having grown soft.
“Course,” he mumbles, his gaze falling to her thighs on either side of his hips. “You don’t?”
As her brain conjures up a quick response, it’s just as quickly thrown away. His hands drop softly only her thighs to rub back and forth over them.
She would think that such hands—so big and heavy—would be able to ground her. Yet her senses run from her with every slow drag they make, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“I do,” she replies—for lack of a better word—dumbly. Something about his touch is just draining her brain.
And if the unfocused look in her eyes is anything to go by, then he can definitely tell. When he smiles this time, his shallow dimples cave in and his perfect teeth are on full display.
That’s the first time I’ve ever seen Onyankopon smile that much. I usually give that look to a slice’a cheese cake from this one bakery down the road from me.
“Good.”
On a whim, Sayori leans forward and throws her arms over his shoulders. As much as she loves a good hug, she also loves that she’s able to hide her face in the crook of his neck.
“What’s the matter?” He asks after a minute, his soft voice obscured as their mics are muffled by the embrace.
Her lungs inflate and deflate with a gentle sigh. Thoughtlessly, he rakes his fingers back and forth over her spine.
“Nothing … just missed you after this morning.”
A soft chuckle shakes his chest. “Missed you, too.”
He seals the statement as he wraps his strong arms around her midsection to squeeze. The action pushes her up higher on his lap and her body closer to his.
Careful, Onyankopon, ya’ might break her.
He pulls back, if only to look up into her warm, brown eyes. Until his own drop to her lips.
“What?” She laughs.
And he can’t help but to smile. “Y’know what,” he mumbles, swiping at his bottom lip with his tongue.
She pushes it but an inch closer. “I don’t, tell me.”
There’s that burst of excitement again. “I wanna kiss you.”
‘So do it,’ she wants to say. But she’s smiling so hard her mouth can’t even form the words.
He gets the message anyway.
Their lips connect like opposing forces. Pillowy soft and full, both press and slide against each other with a slow firmness that only makes either want to push on.
They don’t hesitate to add tongue, they’ve gotten this far before. It’s nothing new for either of them, especially with the past challenges on the island.
However, this has got Sayori’s heart beating faster than any challenge or other guy on this island. And as this isn’t a game, there’s no need for Onyankopon to keep it cute for the audience.
His hands stretch and explore over the expanse of smooth, deep brown skin. Eyes closed, he doesn’t need to see to know where his hands are going.
A gasp, so tiny that it’s only picked up by their mics, slips from her. The gentle squeeze of her ass makes her pussy flutter in her bikini.
His tender touch is a quality Sayori found attractive since their first ever chat.
The soft, smacks of their wet kisses echo in the mics. Usually, she would pull back just to have a laugh at that, but they’re in too deep to stop now.
So deep, they don’t even acknowledge how their mics are also picking up the quiet moans sprinkled in there.
“Shit,” one of them whispers, neither of them can tell who it came from, minds hazy.
His sink deeper into the fat of her ass as he grasps tighter, unintentionally tugging her hips over his. The skimpy material of her bathing suit doesn’t ease the friction against her core at all.
She doesn’t want to think that he felt her clench, but she second-guesses the notion when he twitches beneath her.
Mindlessly, she grounds down against his growing hardness. His hips jump as he gasps against her lips, leaving her mouth free to venture elsewhere.
Elsewhere like down his neck. She kisses and laves at the warm, tattooed skin. One of her small, manicured hands slides up his stomach and chest to grip the side of his neck.
Relinquishing an ounce of self control, his hips stutter. He’s always liked a bit of choking with his kisses.
“Fuck … I wanna go to the beds right now.”
His breathless voice makes her pussy clench. It breaks her focus and she’s reminded that they’re out in the open.
Immediately, she tucks her face away to silence her own laughter. Ony throws his head back against the pillows with the release of a sigh.
After a couple of seconds, Sayori picks her head up to stare down at him, contemplating.
“Okay.”
The word is so soft-spoken, he almost doesn’t believe he really heard it. But once it clicks, he’s helping her to her feet while trying his best to adjust himself in his pool shorts.
Is it just me or has Onyankopon snuck a banana into his pants? Oh wait!
Stepping with caution and giggling like teenagers, Onyankopon and Sayori sneak around the villa to get to the bedroom unseen.
Mission successful.
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And when they get there, they’re careful to shut the door softly behind themselves so as to not alert any of the others. Slipping into bed is all too easy.
Well aren’t these islanders lucky.
Their mics pick up their quiet giggles just before they’re muted by more heavy kissing. With Sayori on top and Onyankopon beneath, they move with more confidence, riding and sliding against one another.
Two weeks on the island already, and she can’t deny that she’s been dying for some sort of release.
All the cameras around and this newfound experience of communal living has kept her from really enjoying herself like she typically would back at home—a relaxing DJ session after a hard day at work or something.
It’s been way too long since she’s gotten the chance to do that. Even longer since she’s had sex.
“Wait, wait, wait—Ony’!”
His body locks up as his eyes grow wide, bouncing back and forth between her own. “What happened? You good?”
“I … I don’t know if I really wanna go all the way just yet.” She’s chewing on her bottom lip, absolutely wrecking the skin there.
“That’s—okay, alright,” he nods, almost breathless from the non-stop kissing and heat around them. “You wanna stop?”
She shakes her head. “Let’s just … do something else?” she asks softly, voice almost cracking within the confines of a whisper.
“Alright … what you wanna do?”
“I don’t know,” she laughs, covering her mouth with a hand.
He echoes her laughter before calming down.
“I got something in mind.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
The hitch in her breath is almost violent.
His tip, solid and pulsing with a rush of blood, nudges her swollen clit. It’s a pleasant pressure that has her tense muscles relaxing and a soft sigh brushing past her lips.
“Yeaaah,” he drags out, holding his dick at its base as he continues to rub his wide crown against her button. “You like that?”
His voice is soft and pliant.
A bead of his precum drips out onto her clit, which he spreads with his tip. As her clit brushes against his slit, his lower stomach swoops.
The tiny touch makes his dick jump slightly. The head of his dick knocks against her prominent bud.
“Shit,” Sayori huffs. She angles her head to be able to watch it all, even as she’s bent in half.
She keeps her hands hooked at the crooks of her knees, painted toes curled.
He lifts his dick just to see the way her pussy constantly puckers around nothing. Such movement pushes dribbles of her own natural lubricant to bubble to the surface and drizzle from her tight pinkness.
It’s a thick pearlescent goo that he only wants to continue pulling out of her.
“Mmh … pussy so needy,” he mumbles to himself. He pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth.
Raising a hand, he comes smacking it back down on the underside of one of her thighs. A yelp, followed by a sweet giggle trickles out of her.
He smiles, lifting his dick and dropping it against her puffy lips.
Thwap … thwap … thwap.
The plump skin trembles every time.
“Shit so fat.”
Every time, clenches down at the weight of his dick and how it beats against her aching cunt.
“It’s so heavy, Ony,” she smiles dreamily at him.
Still holding onto himself at the base, he begins to drag his dick across her lips. Up, down. Up, down.
With every swipe, he presses his dick harder. Slowly, he sinks it between her deep, thick lips, just sliding back and forth, slowly. Tip always kissing her clit.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” she almost whines. Adjusting her hold, she places her dainty hands on each ass cheek to spread them wider.
“You want this heavy dick?”
“Yeah.”
He feels her pussy spurt against the underside of his tip as it catches over her clinching hole. His own precum bubbles out of the tip.
He drags their mixed arousal, spreading it so messily it’s got her pussy looking glazed. Shiny and plump.
It was a wonder how she walked around in those tiny ass bikini bottoms all day. He always tried not to look at her pussy print, but he just had to take a little peak every time.
Fuck, he wants to eat her.
Pushing back up against her clit, he zeroes in on the prominent bud as it sticks out between her pudgy lips. Just perfect. He wags his tip side-to-side, DJ-ing her with his dick, never lifting it up.
“Fuck … fuuuck…”
She clenches and unclenches, faster and stronger. Her clit jumps with the movement.
Sayori’s head falls back against the pillows as she pants. Her boobs spill to the sides of her body, nipples hard and at attention.
One of her hands leaves her ass to tweak at a nipple, rubbing and tugging at it. “Spit on it.”
And he does just as he’s told, dropping a thick wad of spit right on her clit. It dribbles down between her lips as she softly moans out.
“So fucking sexy,” he pants, trying to hold back as his lower stomach drops and his balls tighten. God, he doesn’t want this to end. “Need you to ride it.”
“Yeah?”
“Ride my shit.”
It’s a blur as they switch positions. Her on top and him on the bottom—just as before. And Onyankopon is almost breathless.
His dick is trapped between his stomach and her pussy. No penetration—he’s trying to keep his promise.
Fuck, he’s really trying. But the way her lips encase him in a wet, gooey hug that is so suffocating—it’s more than a struggle. He doesn’t want it to end, though.
“Onyy,” she whines as her clit is pressed against his stiff dick.
He’s so hard—the pulsing blood has engorged his veins, making them bulge against his skin. She can feel it all.
Her legs are quivering and she can’t even stop it, but that’s the least of her worries.
“Mmph—c’mon,” he grunts, gripping her ass cheeks to push her along the length of him.
The roll of her hips is jittery and unsteady, like she has to force herself to withstand the pleasure and not break.
She leaks endlessly over him, lathering him in frothy cream that makes her arousal audible.
“Yeah … yeah,” he whispers, pushing apart her lips to see how her clit smashes and rubs against him. “Keep going baby.”
He twitches and the arch in her back deepens.
The muscles in her thighs flex as she uses all her power to bounce against him.
Plop-squidge, plop-squidge, plop-squidge.
As her ass and pussy clap against him, small bits of milky white fly out and freckle his lower stomach and her pubic bone.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she whispers to herself, eyes rolling back shut.
“Shit … wanna nut in you so bad.”
He doesn’t even notice the pool of precum he makes against his stomach—all of her cream hides it anyway.
The bouncing slows just as she gets over his tip. He’s definitely the biggest she’s ever “taken.” As she sits on him, she almost fully sinks onto the thick, pulsing head.
His wide, mushroom tip is filled out and flushed a deep pink. And it feels so fucking good to her.
He’s almost sucked in fully … almost.
“So hard,” she croons.
Staring down at him with low eyes, she blindly reaches back to get a soft hold of his balls. A gentle squeeze.
A stuttered moan empties out of him and his body jolts.
Everything about him is just so heavy.
His balls are sticky, covered in milky glaze as if they were dipped. They slip around in her hands, making the feel of fondling them addicting.
“Keep doing that,” he hums, hips bucking up into her.
She only ruts back against him. With his tip still pressed to her quivering hole, she swivel her hips down roughly.
The sounds their bodies make grow louder; soft, wet suction as they constantly toes the line between humping and penetration.
“K-keep fucking me back … keep … fucking me—“
Onyankopon’s face contorts as his lower stomach is on fire.
“Ony—baby … shiiiit!”
Her body freezes as he continues to slide his dick against her beating clit. And a fountain spray of squirt splashes all over him.
In an attempt to stand up on her knees, her thighs tremble so much that he’s got to keep ahold of her hips to keep her from collapsing on top of him.
Her stream is wide and strong, beating down against his dick hard enough to push it back against his stomach.
Sayori’s mouth hangs open, eyes rolled back to the whites. He doesn’t think it gets any better than this. And honestly, the sight of her cumming so strongly is only making him harder—if that’s even possible.
Through her steadily weakening stream, he reaches for her clit and continues to rub. There’s another burst of squirt, the stream gaining strength once more.
With this release, he sinks his longest fingers into her weeping cunt to massage her g-spot, yanking her through this orgasm.
A manicured hand grips roughly at his shoulder, knuckles turning white.
“One more f’me.”
And when he fingers this third orgasm out of her, dollops of cream slip down his hand. That’s when he decides to give her a rest, laying her body on the bed.
But is it really much of a rest when he’s still got her face down, ass up?
Sayori’s a panting mess. Her eyes are barely open and yet she wiggling her ass back and forth, creamy pussy winking at him.
Ony takes his hard, sensitive dick in hand—hissing. “I’d fuck ya shit up if you let me in that,” he croaks.
He beats his dick softly, always one to draw out an orgasm. His balls aches just as bad as his dick does, and he gives them just a minor squeeze.
“Where you want me, baby?”
He palms one of her asscheeks, huffing out a bit of laughter when the muscle twitches.
“Cum on it,” she mumbles into the pillow, her mic still picking up her tiny voice.
“Cum on it?”
“Cum on your pussy, baby,” she whines out, arching her back even deeper.
“Say less.”
Letting go of his dick, it bounces in the air, twitching. Slowly, he inches forward until he’s sliding right in between her lips again.
“Close ya legs.”
Weakly, she complies, squeezing her thighs shut until she could feel his dick trapped between the tight space of her pussy lips and thighs. She doesn’t even have a thigh gap.
If she had to be honest, this has to be one of the best front-wedgies she’s ever had, if she could joke about it.
Hand poised in the middle of her lower back, he gives her steady strokes. Her cum provides the perfect amount of wetness, creating profound sounds. It’s all going smoothly, until he gets too caught up in it.
His tip catches just at her hole and he doesn’t realize until it’s too late—he’s slipped in. Immediately, he shivers as they both moan out. Sheathed in tight, wet, warmth, the head of his dick twitches. Reflexively, Sayori clamps down on him.
Onyankopon’s only warning is a clipped gasp.
His breath shudders and his stomach twitches. He’d had enough sense left in him to pull out, but not before the first ribbon of cum was shot into her pussy. It was only shallow—she’d pushed out the thick glob easily.
But that wasn’t end, as thick spurts of cum shoot out against her labia, clit and inner thighs.
“Aw … shit,” he pants, falling onto the bed.
They’re a shiny, sticky, panting, gooey mess. And they’re quiet as they try to catch their breaths for a moment.
“God … damn,” Onyankopon chuckles, throwing a hand over his face.
Sayori can only hum in agreement.
SAYORI, 23
A long sigh floats out over lifted cheeks and a too-bright smile. Sayori’s lashes flutter as she looks up at nothing in particular.
“Yeah … I’m definitely feeling him.”
ONYANKOPON, 25
Onyankopon can’t even look at the camera as he rubs his chin. Staring off into the distance, he mentally replays that time in the bedroom.
“Definitely a fucking keeper.”
As his eyes flit over to the camera, he bellows out a laughter.
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As the couple basks in the afterglow of steamy almost-sex, dazed smiles pull at their sheened faces.
“So fuckin’ nasty,” she whispers into his chest, a fit of giggles following shortly after.
Onyankopon only rolls his eyes, one hand rubbing at her back.
“Shut up.”
Yes, Sayori. So nasty, indeed. What naughty islanders.
CONTENT WARNING: begging, wrist restraints, rough (ish) sex
819 pm Los Angeles, Ca
"s....ugu.. pl...mmmgn" you protested, reaching your hand behind you, trying to push your 6'3 boyfriend off of you. he groaned, leaning his hips farther into yours as he held a firm grasp on your wrist, now holding your hand behind your back.
"I thought you weren't gon' talk to me? you weren't gon' make noise babe? what happened?" he whispered, pressing his thumb into your lower back, forcing your arch up higher. "is it too much for you yn?"
741 pm Los Angeles, Ca
"you're getting on my nerves miss ..." suguru threw his head back, his fingers pinching his nose bridge, irritated by your attitude.
"me? you come home late every night. you don't talk to me, you don't kiss me, you don't even look at me suguru. but I'm the one working your nerves yea ok" you scoffed, placing the dirty dishes into the soap-filled sink.
you and suguru have been having issues for almost three weeks now. you just finished school, leaving you with too much free time on your hands. this wouldn't have been a problem if you didn't choose to move in with your long-term boyfriend, suguru. his loft was only a 10-minute drive from the college you were accepted into, so being able to live with your boyfriend and go to school was a win-win.
lately, he has been working ... very late hours. 6 am to 10 pm, sometimes even past midnight. of course, you tried talking to him about it, but with every attempt, he just blew you off. ever since then, everything he did when he was at home would just irk you. things aren't like they were before.
"I am working. providing for you, keeping a roof over your head, and money in your bank account" suguru stood up, tying his shoulder-length jet-black hair up into a bun. he walked into the kitchen, grabbing hold of the towel in your hand. "I don't hear you complaining then do I?"
"you're an ass!" you snatched the towel back, throwing it at his chest. wiping your hands, you stormed away annoyed at his stupid response. "Im done fucking talking to you, for the rest of the night you wont hear shit from me"
820 pm Los Angeles, Ca
"mmng.." you muffled, stuffing your face into the pillow in front of you, leaving a small smear of brown foundation on the bright pink sheets you two shared. you rolled your eyes, feeling his thick tip ram in between your folds, hitting your cervix.
"thats what I thought ... cmere" he reached over, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you up to his chest. "I hear that pussy talkin' to me though don't I?"
SLAP SLAP SLAP
"pl..pleasughh" your free hand reached back, attempting to do the same push as before. he grabbed it, your wrists now feeling small in the grasp of his one hand, his other still gripped around your neck.
"what you want me to stop?" suguru slowed the pace of his hips, now increasing into long, hard strokes. "that's not what she's telling me. all I hear is you want more" he laughed, whispering in your ear before shoving your head back down into the mattress. "keep that pussy wet for me yn...just like that"
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