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Pre-Collider Jonathon Ohnn/The Spot x AFAB!Reader

There's no doubt that your boyfriend, Jonathon Ohnn, is a really hard worker.

His work is extremely important and as such he puts the extra effort in anything he does; Its because of this that he is one of the top scientist at Alchemax.

The thing is, when Jonathon focuses on his work, everything else is a secondary task and it means /everything/.

You have to constantly remind him to eat because if you dont, this man can go without eating actual food for days and will try to survive out of energy bars and redbulls.

He has been so absorbed on his work that he sometimes will collapse from exahustion in top of all the papers he has been reviewing.

He also tends to ignore you.

You know its not on purpose but still kinda hurts.

When he gets into a new project, you feel lonely.

You are tired of waking up to and empty bed, eating dinner alone, watching the shows you were supposed to watch together, alone.

Between the loneliness there is also the concern for his well being; How many nights has he stayed up until the crack of dawn, working so much that his eyes are all red?

Has he eating? Drink water? Shower?

Its not only this hyperfocus period but the burnout you know its coming after.

So the next time he announces he will be working on yet, another of his projects, you take matter into your own hands.

This time, this man will relax, even if its the last thing you do.

When you get home, already late into the night, you find Jonathon hunching over some papers. His desk is already a mess: piles of open books and papers laying everywhere, tools scattered around.

You toss your bag and coat to the ground and make a bee-line to him, squeezing his shoulders as you give him a peck on the cheek trying not to disturb him too much.

"Hey" You quietly greet him, giving him another kiss on his temple.

He answers you with another "hey" his lips curving in a quick smile before going back to work.

"Did you eat lunch Johnny?" He nods as you tuck some stray hairs behind his ear, he barely reacts at your touch. "Water?" Nods again. Well at least, he did eat. You sigh "Im gonna go shower ok?"

"Ok, honey" He says without looking at you, writing something on a notebook.

Frustration builds inside you but no matter, this time he will take a break.

You hop in the shower, warm water cleaning the stress of the day away; The soap you choose today is his favourite scent: eucalyptus and lavander, you still remember the first time you used it, how he was all over you, his nose on the crook of your neck.

"You smell so good" You remember how his voice had soften and how his arms around you, holding you close.

You hope it has the same effect this time around.

You wrap yourself with a towel, barely drying yourself, you might want to be a little wet for what is about to come.

In front of the mirror you take a good look of yourself, inhaling deeply.

Honestly you feel a little excited, a familiar tingling forming on your belly.

"Ok, Go-Time"

It's about the third day he has been working on this project.

Or is it the fourth? Maybe a week? Jonathon doesnt really know, his perception of time kinda blurrs when he works.

What he does know if its that, if he doesnt finish these schematics tonight he is gonna lose it.

It shouldnt be this difficult.

He sighs in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose, rubbing the exhaustion out of his eyes.

Its only then when he notices its dark outside.

Oh wow, is it night already? Wait, yeah it is. He vaguely remembers your figure standing next to him, asking if he did eat that day.

He glances over his shoulder, have you got to bed already? Probably, it is quite late.

Guilt strikes him right in the middle.

You always take care of him when he dives on these kind of projects; He knows how difficult he may get, so focused he deliberately ends ignoring you.

But dont you misunderstood! He /is/ grateful for all the help you give him. He notices how you make home-food everyday so he doesnt have to eat junk, or how there's always a filled water bottle near him but far any papers or blueprints he might have around.

You are the most wonderful partner ever, he doesnt deserves you.

"Dinner" He thinks as he goes back at the papers he has been writing. "Dinner on a nice place, a fancy one. Flowers, maybe chocolates? Those black chocolates they like"

Jonathon's mind drifts between his work and plans to apologize properly to you, so focus that he doesnt hear the door of the bedroom opening or your footsteps approaching.

His body shudders in surprise as you put your hands on his shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze.

"Johnny?" You call him "You coming to bed?"

"Hmm? Oh, no. Im so sorry sweetie, I- still have some things to do here." He replies apologetic, crossing something on the margin of a paper and writing another. Honestly there's nothing more he wants that being on bed with you, your soft, warm body entangled with his. He misses you too. "You go without me, I will be there soon" I hope, he adds on his mind.

But instead of going, you put your arms around him, pressing your chest against his back. "Johnny" Your lips brush the shell of his ear and he holds his breath.

"Y-yes, Honey?" His hand trembles as he writes a sidenote.

"You been working so hard lately Hun"

"I- I have! Yes! Im, ehm, sorry about it. B-but! Im almost done! I swear!" He stutters. Its been a while since he had being embraced by you, you smell divine its distracting.

You whine into his ear and he swallows, his cock twitches. "You should take a break baby"

He coughs almost choking, he has stopped writing for a while now. "I-I-I cant, really. I need to- eh finish these"

Surely you would understand right?

"I been lonely Johnny" You whispers, pulling yourself from him and he quietly whines for the lost of contact. However you force him to turn around to face you and his eyes go wide. Oh God. You are only wearing a -rather short- towel, your wet hair framing your beautiful face. "I miss you"

"You have?" His eyes dart on every patch of exposed skin, from your legs to you shoulders, the way is only your arms what is keeping the towel on your body.

"Uh-huh" Your pretty lips accentuate each sound, they look so pretty and pink, he catches himself salivating. "Im tired of sleeping on a empty bed John" You close the distance between you, carefully climbing on him as Jonathon leans back, hands holding the arms of the chair.

"Fuck,fuck, fuck" His mind is speeding, math, formulas and what not already tossed on the back burner, he is already packing a tent on his pants and you havent even touch him.

"I know you are a very busy, bright man" Your voice is like silk, so soft, sending chills all over him "But even bright minds-" Your hands move slowly, removing the towel in a nice, fluid, movement, letting slide to the floor. /OH FUCK/ "Need breaks" You finish, pressing your wet body against his chest.

At this point Jonathon has forgot how to breath.

Every nerve on his body is on edge, his cock its so hard it hurts.

And when he thinks he cant take anything more, you sit on his lap.

You sit /right/ on his clothed dick and you let this sound, this exquisite sound as you slowly, so ruthlessly slow, grind on him.

"Ahhh- f-fuck-" He moans, breathless. His head thrown back, eyes closed, knuckles white as he digs his hands into the arms of the chair.

Is this real? Or did he actually pass out for all the overwork?

"Johnny" His name rolls out of your tongue in the sweetest voice, just like honey, cold hands cupping each side of his head, kindly forcing him to straighten. Out of habit, he leans into the palm of your hand, whimpering into it.

With your free hand, you fix his hair, fingers combing the stray hairs. "Johnny" This time he opens his eyes only to be meet with your naked body, your beautiful eyes staring into his. "Arent you tired baby?" Your hand caresses his cheek, fingers tracing a line until it meets his lips, giving them a small tap. Jonathon can only nod, he has forgotten what words are at the moment. "Dont you want to rest a little?" Your finger drag his lips -ah- side to side, your body pressing more and more into him as you rub his lap.

He nods again, weak sounds coming from his part lips.

"Use your words John"

"Y-yes, I want-oh, I want to-oh god, to relax" His voice cracks, already so weak.

You give him a little smile, leaning completely against him, your lips barely touching his. "Dont worry honey" You whisper, taking both his hands and placing them on your hips "Im going to take good care of you"

Even when Jonathon was waiting for the kiss to come, he still is taken aback as how sweetly you press your lips against his, before giving them a tempting lick. He moans loudly now, opening his mouth and letting your tongue in. He kiss you desperatly, with a hunger he didnt knew he had until now. Every sound you let out its turning him on, hips bucking up, frantic to be inside you.

Your hands find their way to his hair, sinking into his wild locks, pulling it until he cries out of pleasure.

When you break the kiss, he whines in discontent and you cannot help but to chuckle a little, he’s so cute.

You take his hands -at the moment busy grabbing your ass- and slowly drag them all over your body, his big brown eyes following, until they make their way to the edge of your breasts.

"Mmmh" Johnathon whimpers, his thumbs shyly brushing them. He looks at you, asking for permission and how could you say no, really? You giggle and nod, guiding his big hands until each one is holding you. You feel his hips buck again, cock surely twitching inside his tight pants. He kneads them softly, thumbs brushing your hard nipples taking a whine out of you, his hands feel so warm on your body.

"Oh- they are so pretty-Fuck! You are so pretty" Without a warning he pops one of your tits inside his hungry, hot mouth. You thrown your head back, heat already forming on your belly. He sucks on your nipple, while he plays with the other, occassionally mumbling a muffled "so pretty" and "taste so good", he works you so good that you forget for a moment that you are supposed to make /him/ feel good.

Clumsily -the chair creaks and bends very dangerously- you slide your hand to his pants, the tips of your fingers tracing the tent he is packing. When you do, he sucks harder on your nipple and you wail.

Trembling you look for the fly of his jeans, carefully opening them, hooking a pair of fingers on his underwear, sliding them down.

His cock springs free, hitting you in the back.

When you glance over, you see how it gleams, already covered on pre-cum, it twitches needely, the tip red.

Your mouth waters.

You lean back a little, a hand grabbing his hair, his mouth still sucking on you as you wrap your free one around his boner, squeezing it a little.

"Oh-fuck!" He cries, popping your nipple out of his mouth. You dont need to see it to know he has already leave a mark around it. He thrust weakly, moving his cock up and down your hand. "Your hand feels- ah! so good!"

You giggle, he already looks so whipped.

You pump his lenght, thumb rubbing the tip. Your hand slides nicely thanks to all the pre-cum he is oozing.

All the sounds he is letting out, turns you on, you can feel how wet you are, probably soaking Jonathon's lap.

"Please-!" He cries, his chest rising and falling at how quick his breathing is. "Baby, I- I cant! Please! Inside, I want to- ah! Be inside!" And to put emphasis on his need, he thrust his hips again

Honestly, you want him too, now.

"Anything you want Johnny" You say with a sly smile.

Rising your hips a little, you lead his tip to your soaked entrance, rubbing it, one, two times -"¡Honey, please!"- and let it in, slowly, insde you, little by little, until you take him whole.

The two of you moan, overstimulated and sensitive.

You stay still, adjusting yourself to his size, shaking. "You feel so-mnhh! Big!" He feels even bigger than before, already hitting your good spot.

"Can I move?" Jonathon asks, his arms around you, face buried on your chest, legs trembling. "Please, let me move"

He's just too cute when he begs. "Please Johnny" You voice its coated with lust, you want him to ruin you just as much as he wants you to do the same.

He doesnt even waits for you to finish, already pounding you so hard that it makes you scream, surely the neighbors can hear you but you dont give a single shit, let them hear how hard he fucks you.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou" He chants as he pounds into you, already so pussy-drunk. The wet slapping of his cock sound so obscene, blending with your moans and his whinning. "You are-fuck! so tight! Your pussy is- oh fuck, oh fuck! so good!" He moans against your skin, nibbling at whatever he can put his teeth into.

"Johnny! Oh God! Johnny!" Your voice cries desperate, the knot inside you, growing tighter and tigher. "Im-Im close!"

A gasp escapes from your mouth as Jonathon grabs you from your waist, pulling himself up from the -poor- chair carrying you with him.

He grunts at the sudden feeling of being so deep inside you, a hand swating papers and books and tools off the table.

For a moment you grow worried. "Johnny! Your notes! What are you-AH!" You are manhandle, your body resting against the now, empty table, papers, books, blueprints on the floor now. You are about to protest when he thrust into you, filling you up, making you scream. He feels so much bigger, so much deeper.

"Doesnt matter" He growls, big hands pushing your legs until they are up your ears. "It can all wait, right now, fuck, right now I need to fuck you, I need you so badly!" With renowed energy, he rams into you, taking the air out of your lungs, his balls slapping against your cunt. "So good! So good, ah- for me! Only for me, yes?"

You nod rapidly, bitting your lip. When you look at him, he's nothing but a mess, glassy eyes, lips trembling with a moan.

"Yes-" You pant, its so hard to talk right now. "Just for you, only for you Johnny!"

He grunts, letting your legs go, hands cupping your face as he dips for a rather, needy and sloppy kiss. You hold him, digging your nails into his back, your legs around his waist, bringing him impossibly closer.

He moan into the kiss, his pace becoming more erratic, barely taking his cock out.

He's close.

You bring your lips to his ear and shakely, whisper the magic words.

"Inside, cum inside"

"GNHH!-!" He grunts, jaw tensing. "Oh fuck! Oh Honey! Im cumming, fuck! Im cumming!" He cums between moans and curses, pumping load after load of hot and thick cum, his body on top of yours, your face tucked on the crook of his neck, his hand sinking into your hair. Fuck you smell so good, your pussy is milking him so deliciously good, oh fuck.

You stay like this for a moment, or maybe longer, you are not completely sure. Time flows different when you just get fucked into another plane of existence.

"Are you-ah- ok babe?" Jonathon ask, voice cracking.

You chuckle, kissing the side of his neck. "Perfectly Johnny"

"Ok, good! Im gonna, eh, pull out ok?" You nod giving him the get go. Slowly he gets up already missing your embrace. Your body trembles as he slides his cock out and the moment he does a thick trail of cum follows, spilling all the way down. "Oh. Wow. Thats, wow, a lot" He coughs awkwardly, his face feeling hot.

You glance at him from the table, his face red and eyes wide, surely staring at your sore cunt. When your body pumps out the excess of his cum and you whine, you see his lips move, muttering to himself a quiet: "holy shit".

A tiny smile cross your face. "Admiring your work, Doctor Ohnn?"

He clears his throat, clearly embarrased of being caught, like he didnt fuck your brains out just a couple of minutes ago. "I didnt- Its not like that!"

"Really?" You tease him, spreading your legs further.

He bites his lip, eyes darting between your smug face and your dripping pussy. There really is a lot. "M-Maybe I am" He says, defeated.

Your little devilish smile only grows wider. "I like it, Piccaso!" You say in an exagerated manner, twirling your hand.

Jonathon stares at you dumbfounded before wheezing. "Oh! You are the worst! That was terrible!"

"But you are laughing!"

"Cuz its so bad I cant help but laugh!"

You both stare at each other before bursting into laughter.

You are wipping the tears from your eyes when something catches your eyes.

"John?"

"Yeah?" He says, the remains of his laugh on his voice.

"Are you still hard?"

He abruptly stops, body going still.

You prop your torso up, looking down on him. Yep, there it stands, still as hard and angry red, covered on a still wet layer of cum -both his and yours-.

Its your turn to be astonished. You didnt know he was so- pent up.

"John-"

"Its ok!" He cuts you up, pushing his shirt down to cover himself. "I- I will take care of this myself, yes? Later, in the, ehm-In the bathroom. Right now, we should clean you up"

You frown.

Oh.

You dont think so.

Not happening, not today, nu-huh.

Carefully you get down of the table, your legs shaking.

You take a moment to compose yourself, straigthen your body as you lean into him.

"Sit on the chair John"

He blinks at you, confused but a little turn on. "Excuse me?"

Hands on his hips, you guide him towards the chair, pushing him little by little, until his ass is sitting.

"I told you didnt I?" You say, kissing the mole above his lips -the one you like so much- and trail down his neck, leaving little wet kisses as you go. "That I would take good care of you"

"You dont have to-" He mutters, eyes half-closed.

"I want to" You growl against the skin of his neck, sucking his adam's apple and he sobs. "Besides, I cant let you go like this. Can I?" You wrap your hand around his needy cock, it feels hot on your grasp. Jonathon let out a shaky moan, unconsciously bucking his hips. You smile against his neck. "Relax baby, let me make you feel good"

You kneel down, making yourself home in between his legs.

You feel his hot stare on you and sure enough when you look up to see him, his eyes are glued on you, a trembling hand covering his mouth, the other resting on the arm of the chair.

Oh, someone is eager.

Without breaking eye contact, you give his head a tentative lick. He squints his eyes, quietly whinning into his hand.

You smile, toungue tracing down from his head to the bottom of his lenght, licking the cum clean.

"Ooooh" He moans, he must be very senstive, you feel his cock twitching as you go up again, giving the head a little kiss before wrapping it with your lips, sucking just a little, moving your toungue along the slit. "Oh-fuuuuck"

You push his shaft slowly, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth. You are not used to have him, to feel him so big like this.

The tip is already hitting the back of your throat.

You feel drunk.

Drunk on his smell, on his flavour. Everything is a little too much but at the same time is not enough; You want him, need him, just as much as he does want you.

You can feel yourself getting aroused again, your pussy clenching, missing the shape of his cock.

Like this, you move your head slowly up and down, licking the rest of his cum along. It taste salty, it taste like him.

Jonathon's legs shake, groaning loudly. "Oh God-" The sounds he lets out are so- enticing. You love when he gets vocal, when he lets himself go and be drown on pleasure. You bob your head a little faster, tongue licking, tasting his pre-cum. He throws his head back, hand placed on your head, keeping you from pulling out. You dont mind, you want him to feel good, really good.

You hook your hands on the hem of his pants, tugging them down until they are in the floor, leaving him completely exposed.

Hands rest on his thights, slowly moving to his crotch where you grab his heavy balls, dragging your thumb by the edges. His whole body jolts up, hips bucking, burying his cock deeper inside your mouth, hot tears form in the corner of your eyes.

You let him fuck your face at his own rythm, your hands occupied with his balls, squeezing them, massaging them.

"Oh God- babe!"

Thats right, you think, let yourself go.

You feel his cock twitch, thrust becoming a little faster now.

"Babe-!" He calls you, breathless. "I think Im-"

Oh you can feel how close he is.

You suck harder, faster.

Jonathon shivers, his whole body at flame. You are sucking him so good, he loves to see your pretty lips around his cock, the feeling of your hands tugging and squeezing his already full balls.

God! He wants to cum so badly!

The moment you moan, your mouth so full of his dick that it comes all muffed, its the moment he loses it.

He cums screaming your name, fists full of your hair and hips thrusting hard.

In an instant, your mouth is overflowing his hot cum, its so much its choking you, forcing you to swallow to be able to breathe.

Your own orgasm hits you, its all way too much, so much that your vision goes blurry.

Its only when you feel his hands go limp on your head, that you pull out.

His cock keep twitching as it softens, a string of cum still coming out of the tip.

Your damn jaw feels numb. A small price to pay, you think, if he's able to relax.

"Johnny?" You say, putting your hands on his thights to help you stand up.

"I fucking love you" Its all he says when he meets your eyes. He looks like he just ran a marathon, sweaty and trying to catch his breath. You smile, taking a sit on his leg, moving his hair out of his face. "I love you so-so much"

"I love you too Johnny" You say back, giving a quick kiss. You glance at his work table, a mess within another mess. Papers and tools on the floor, piles of books discarded. You dont even want to see if any of the papers on the floor had been....stained. "Should we...Clean that?"

Jonathon follows your gaze.

He groans, covering his eyes.

"Not today"

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