#sub jonathan ohnn

You’re drilling into his cunt, a frothy mess of cum smearing onto your pelvis as you push his knees against his chest and kiss his face. “You hear that, sweetheart? We’re making a mess.” You tell him over the wet, squishy noises of your cock thrusting inside him. “I’m gonna fill you up again and again until I have nothing else to give. I’m gonna give you a baby.” You promise, slipping a hand between your bodies to draw tight circles onto his sticky clit.

(n) sfw

it doesn't matter if it is pre or after the collider incident, jonathan ohnn would always go to you to satisfy his desires. there was a big change once he become the spot, of course, but some parts of him remain the same. he was still quite talkative, rambling his thoughts out even if you were fucking him deep into the mattress.

sometimes he would said things you wouldn't get, rants about his latest scientific discoveries only slightly interrupted when your name was screamed. "right there, right– yes yes yes god this is why i always come to you– mggh! i know you'll always make me.." and so from science and space the conversation will turn to your ability to make him feel like he's melting and overwhelmed in a good way.

jonathan used to be shy when asking you to use him. he'd come to your house, mumbling about his visit and "you're probably super busy i don't think you have time for– or maybe you're not even in the mood and i'm here.. horny.. and.. and bothering you!" it'll always end up with him thanking you for letting him cum between both your stomachs. you're always amused by his ability to talk even when his eyes were all the way up in his head and his tongue became too sloppy to articulate words right.

then the incident happened. he took a long time to came back, thinking you wouldn't want him like this. and it took some adjustments, but he was still the kinky nerd who needed a good release from time to time, and you're the only one he wants, ever. he's skilled with his new powers, he showed you so one time when you were profusely thrusting into the hole of his face, suddenly feeling it was being squeeze. just when you finished he explained to you how he made a portal so if you were deep enough into his throat half of your dick was actually sliding into his ass, all at the same time.

he was less shy, more adventurous. "would you be up to an experiment? i have this theory i could feel like i'm cumming if you fuck any of my holes" and you're curious enough to indulge him. seeing him squirm and throw his head up while you rail him, holding his hips, his tighs, you love any part of his body, you always have.

"what are you doing, pretty thing?" you asked once after cumming, hearing him whimper and mumble to himself looking concentrated, only to see right after how a portal appears at his side, oozing semen into the bed. he shivers, voice crying out softly "i– i was trying to move it inside me.. to feel it everywhere" and you have to promise to fill him up again, and again, and once more. the collider didn't took away his need for your cock.

-🍽️

You have a nice apartment and a stable job, plus Spot’s freelance coding is also bringing in a lot of money to the table, so he comes up to you in the kitchen while you’re making lunch. You watch him shuffle nervously around the kitchen for a bit, waiting for him to speak while you finish up. “Do you think we could...” Spot clears his throat, wringing his hands and looking down at his feet, “Do you think we could, maybe— have a baby?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Wh— really?” He sounds like he’s about to cry at your casual response. You turn off the stove and wipe your hands on a towel before turning to cup his face.

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