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vaginalsauce · 2 years ago

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dolled up

warnings

Unprotected p in v, pet names (lover, dear, sweet love, pretty thing, honey, princess), fingering, sweet and lovey Jon, couples first time, semi-public naughty stuffs and teasing, oral, m!receiving, daddy Jon

A/N

Omg this was so fun to write, I kinda got carried away oops

For my little pookie bear @spookynoods

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Jon sat quietly on your couch, beer in one hand, other wrapped tightly around your shoulders to keep you close to him.

You had been dating for quite awhile now, and had gotten pretty comfortable with each other, but there were still limits either of you dared to cross just yet. The furthest you both had ever gotten was making out and Jon copping a consensual feel or two.

It was new for him, having someone there for him, instead of there for his money or drugs or sex. You two could sit in silence, and still be so absorbed in each other. Needless to say, he adored you, and he wouldn't do anything to make you angry, or uncomfortable, or upset.

After the constant reluctance to let him spend money on you was when he really started spending money on you, only because he just thought you deserved the world and more for being such a pure and loveable human.

But you felt horrible, not touching him in the ways you knew he desired in the bedroom, just because you weren't ready for that big step in your relationship.

He swore on his life that he didn't mind waiting, he just wanted you to be okay and comfortable. But you knew that he was a man, and you just couldn't help but feel bad for pushing the event so far away.

"Jon, honey, you're okay here for awhile if I run to my room, right? Just want to get fixed up a little before we head out with your boys." You turned to look at him, propping your chin up on his arm as you awaited his response.

He only nodded, placing a kiss to your forehead with a weak smile. His head was hurting again, probably hungover. You got up, taking his beer away from him and making your way to the kitchen. You grabbed a bottle of water and some pain medication, and shortly returned to the couch, handing him both.

"Take the pills with some water, and try and get some rest for awhile. I'll be in my room, just yell if you need something."

He looked up at you with a face of pure adoration, and extended an arm that would grip the back of your neck and bring you into a lazy but warm kiss.

"Thank you, lover." He hummed before doing what you directed, eyes wandering over you as you made your way to your room.

Once you reached said room, you gently closed the door, and began rifling through your closet to find the dress you had bought. It was tight, short, low cut, and revealing, a stark contrast from what you usually wore. And of course, to go under it, a pair of matching red lacy underwear.

You had decided for awhile that the night was going to come soon, and with going to a bar so the men of the band could see and meet each others women being the excuse to dress up, you had the perfect opportunity.

You quickly stripped and redressed, looking in the mirror for a solid five minutes to make sure everything looked okay on you. You moved to your desk, propping the lamp and mirror up just right as you started on your makeup.

Once the makeup was finished, you moved onto teasing and curling your hair, which took longer than expected, and your head snapped when you heard the door open.

You smiled and relaxed as you watched a groggy Jon lean against the door frame, another beer in hand. He smiled at you, before coming in and taking a seat on your bed.

"What're you getting all dolled up for? You got a date that I don't know about? Do I have to kick someone's ass?" Jon took a swig of his beer before his eyes began to wander over your dress in realization. "Shit, sweetheart. . . You're really starting to worry me, now." He teased, before watching you stand up.

"Am I not allowed to look pretty?" You gave a playful huff, putting your hands on your hips with a faux pout. Jon chuckled, pulling you closer to him by the backs of your thighs, and resting his hands on your waist.

"You're always pretty, dear. Just wondering why you think you've gotta get all fancy on me to think you're pretty." He pressed a kiss to the fabric on your stomach, before you leaned down and pressed your forehead against his, giving him a peck on the nose.

"You're very cheesy, old man." You grinned, before grabbing your bag and shoes. Jon was quick to follow you, pushing you down into a chair so he could kneel and slip your heels on for you. It wasn't new for Jon to tie your shoes or anything of the sort, and you always thought of it as sweet.

Once both of your heels were on and buckled, he pressed kisses to your knees before standing once more, catching a glimpse of the red lace on his way up. He shot you a confused look, which you brushed off.

He took your hand, and led you out of the apartment.

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It wasn't long before everybody was seated at a red decorative booth, three other girls sandwhiched next to all of the men. While everyone was busy talking, you placed a hand on Jon's upper thigh, giving his leather a light squeeze. He carried on his conversation, but you could tell it threw him off guard by the way he paused for a short second.

The arm that was previously wrapped over your shoulders had found its way under the table, taking your hand and moving it into your own lap. It worried you, but your worry was quickly replaced by a fluttering feeling in your stomach when his hand rubbed it's way up from your knee to your inner thigh, and you let out a shaky breath.

Once Alec had taken it upon himself to leave Jon out of the conversation, Jon leaned over and pressed his lips to your ear.

"What are you up to, you little fox?" He muttered, his free hand bringing a glass of vodka to his lips once he pulled away and taking a slow drink, and it made your own mouth burn at the sight, but you couldn't help but find it impressive.

"I'm not up to anything. You don't want me to love on you in public?" You tilted your head in pretend-innocence, saccharine dripping from your tone. Jon chuckled and shook his head.

before resuming his conversation with Richie, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "You teasing me right now? Pretty bold for someone who isn't ready for that yet."

Your legs had crossed, and you lightly began rubbing your foot against Jon's calf. He gave your thigh a squeeze in an assumed warning.

His voice seemed to deepen while talking, and you could tell he was getting antsy. Your hand just barely ghosted over his crotch, and his hips raised a little when you brought your hand back to his thigh, desperate to have you touch him there again. He huffed in annoyance when your fingers tapped along the outline of his cock in his tight pants.

And that fast, he pushed your legs apart and cupped your clothed heat with his large hand. You almost let out a moan, but you were quick to swallow it when you noticed the sharp glare that Jon shot your way as another warning to keep quiet.

The rubbing on Jon's thigh faltered as he applied a bit more pressure to your core, fingers trailing along the lace. He looked over to you, and you had never seen a more desperate and lust-filled look in his eyes.

"Hey, kids, me and y/n are heading out, we made reservations." And with that, Jon grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet and leading you out the door. He called a cab over, and told him the address of your apartment building.

"At 11:00 at night?" Richie questioned, but shook it off.

When the two of you climbed in, his lips were quick to attach to your neck, kissing and sucking gently from your jaw to your collarbone. Your hands raked through his hair, and you let out a shaky whimper.

His marking seemed to go on forever, just licking, sucking, biting, kissing in all the spots he knew you liked until the cab pulled over in front of your stop. Jon pulled cash out and put it in the palm of the driver, muttering a small 'keep the change.'

You two raced to your apartment, hands intertwined. It wasnt seconds after you closed your front door that Jon had his hands on your hips, pulling you into the neediest kiss you've ever had with him.

"Shit, you planned this all out, didn't you, sweetheart?" Jon's hands trailed from your hips up to your tits, kneading them gently in his palms as he watched you struggle to focus and nod. Your fingers slipped through his belt loops to pull his hips harder into yours, and he let out a low groan.

He grabbed your hands and pulled them away before wrapping an arm, around your waist, ushering you to your bedroom.

Jon pushed you onto your bed, lips reconnecting with yours. He brought his knee up to nestle between your thighs, pushing against your cunt.

He felt his insides turn into flips when you began struggling to kiss him back, hands wrapping over his neck as you began to lightly grind yourself against his knee.

"Sweet love, you're already so squirmy for me? Thought this was your idea, trying to tease me in public like that?" Jon pressed his knee harder into you, and you brought your hands down to try and tug his shirt over his head, but he caught them and pinned them over your head. "Huh uh, you don't get to get impatient on me, princess."

You let out a whine, But Jon paid it no mind as he slowly peeled and stripped your dress off of you, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin. Once you were left in your lace, he pulled away to admired your bruised neck, your swollen lips, the way your hair was sprawled out under you.

"Jon, I need you so bad, please touch me." You begged, trying desperately to pull him back down to you. Jon gave you his cute little smirk before pulling off the bed completely.

"Gonna work for it, honey?" He gave you a little head tilt, and you crawled over to him slowly, before sliding off the bed and landing on your knees in front of the standing man.

Your stomach sank and all you could think of was how your mouth watered, so desperate to taste him. Your hands raced to his belt, fumbling with the buckle before managing to get it loose.

Jon slipped his hand down to help you, finally managing to tug his pants down enough for his hardening cock to spring out towards your face.

You were hesitant, and you looked up to him with a pleading look in your eyes, just begging for instruction. He took a hold of your hand, placing it at the base of his cock. You watched him shiver, and it boosted your confidence tenfold.

You gave his dick a few experimental pumps, only for his hand to come down and brush your hair from your face.

"C'mon, spit on it baby, use your pretty mouth for me." His thumb found its way to your lips, pushing past them and into your mouth, and you hollowed your cheeks around his thumb. His eyes never left your face, and you felt his cock pulse in your hand.

Once his thumb left your mouth, he used the string of saliva for his cock, and pushed his hips towards your mouth while your lips were still parted.

You took him into your mouth, his hand tangling in the back of your hair to guide your pretty face along his cock.

"Fuck," Jon groaned out. "just like that, so good f'daddy."

The new nickname for himself set your insides aflame, and you felt yourself involuntarily moan around his dick. His grip in your hair tightened, and his hips stuttered as he began to thrust himself into your mouth, taking the job upon himself.

You snaked your hand down to rub your clit through your underwear, but Jon yanked you off of his cock as soon as he noticed. "Hands behind your back, baby, did I say you could touch yourself?"

You did as he said, too embarrassed to verbally answer his question.

"Words, pretty girl, did I say you could touch yourself?" He asked once again, taking his dick in his hand and slowly rubbing himself to the sight of you below him, hands behind your back, all marked up from his love bites.

"N-no. ." You mumbled, bringing your face closed to his dick an an attempt to get him in your mouth again.

"No. . What? C'mon baby, speak." Jon rubbed your cheek gently, encouraging you to address him properly.

"No, daddy, y-you didn't." You huffed.

"That's my girl, so precious." And with that, he pushed his dick back into your mouth, hand back into your hair, but allowing you the free reigns to move yourself up and down his cock. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his pretty member, feeling the pulsing veins pushing on your tastebuds. "God, your mouth is so perfect, perfect hole for me to use."

You moaned at his words, looking up at him as he pushed you all the way down his cock. When he hit the back of your throat, you coughed and gagged around him, but kept yourself there purely to see the way his face contorted in pleasure. He pulled you off his cock again, letting his hand slip from your hair to your throat, squeezing the sides gently as he pulled you to your feet.

"Back on the bed, sugar." He hummed, pressing you back into the bed. His quick hands tugged the pretty red underwear down your legs, his jaw clenching at the sight of your dripping plush. "Fuck, baby, you're soaked. You really that needy just from sucking daddy's dick?"

You covered your face with your hands, but Jon only undid the clasps of your bra, throwing it across the room with his own littered clothes. He leaned down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, his eye contact with you not faltering.

"Jon-! Oh my god, please--" Jon grinned against your breast, pulling off of it with a loud pop from the suction.

"Want me to fuck you? Is that what you're whining for?" Jon chuckled as you nodded your head quickly, and you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him close. "Alright, sweet love. You ready f'me?"

Jon gave his dick a few sloppy pumps before guiding his tip to your hole, just resting there, enjoying the feeling of your clenching cunt trying to suck him in deeper. You let out a loud cry, tears beginning to spring from your eyes as you bucked your hips towards him. "Please, daddy please. I need it so bad."

Jon leaned down to your face, forehead resting against yours as his lips just barely brushed your mouth. You pushed forward, trying hard to kiss him but he pulled away, flowing with your movements, his lips returning to hovering over yours. You let out a choked sob, hands coming down in fists onto the bed. A long string of pleas left your mouth, and you felt the hot tears streaming from the corner of your eyes and down the side of your face.

"Ohhh, sweet girl, so desperate, so pretty crying like that just for me. Can't even speak clearly." Jon began to push into you slowly, pulling out after only pushing himself in a little. Your hands flew up to dig into his arms, nails drawing reddening lines across them.

Every time he pushed in, he'd go just a little deeper, chuckling at how pretty you sounded choking on your moans for him. He rested his mouth next to your ear so you could listen to his pants and low groans as he finally began fucking you, pace relentless, as of someone flipped a switch inside of him. Your back arched and your stomach and chest pressed against his.

Loud moans were drawn from you with every thrust, and you were positive that all the apartments surrounding you would file a complaint.

"Oh, such a good slut f'daddy, c'mon. You were so desperate for me to fuck you, take it, little girl." Jon brought his hands up to squeeze your tits, gently pulling on them and squishing them in his large palms. He felt you tighten around him and he let out a sultry moan, moving one of his hands to your neck, pressing lightly aga8nst your airways. Your eyes were rolling back, and the feeling of being so light and air-headed in that moment was enough to make you see white.

You practically thrashed in his hold, and he was quick to grab your hips and begin pulling you back into him, chasing his own climax as he watched you experience your own. The sweet moans that were escaping you caused Jon to still inside of you, his stomach tensing up as he released his seed deep inside of you.

Pressing a long and passionate kiss to your lips, he slowly pulled out. When he pulled away, he wiped the hair from your face. He almost felt bad about how rough he was with you, a small frown forming on his face as he looked over how fucked dumb you were.

"You with me, lover?" He got off the bed, giving a weak smile when you lazily nodded. "Let's get you to the bathroom then, yeah? Toilet and then bath." Once you nodded again, he took you up against him, helping you to walk to said bathroom, your legs shaking, feeling like jelly.

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joes-sha-la-la-la-girl · 7 months ago

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'I'm In Love With You' - Jon Bon Jovi x Reader

A/N: Thank you once again to @elliotts-personal-property for helping me overcome the writer's block I had for this fic. To the anon that requested it, I hope you like it. I haven't written for JBJ for ages as my other fic was written months before I posted it, so I hope this is alright 💖💖

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The day I met Jon for the first time in the record store started out like any other. I hadn’t anticipated that I would meet the rockstar at all, in fact I was hoping for as little human interaction as possible. Purely because I just wanted to be left in peace whilst I searched through the records.

However, that was not to be. As soon as I walked in the store, I saw that there was only one other person in there. I recognised him straight away. Everyone around here knew who Bon Jovi were. Not that I cared much for them. I didn’t mind their music and had their debut record at home, I just didn’t fall at their feet like most of the people here.

At first I tried to ignore him, moving my way through the store and looking over the stock of records. However, it became more difficult to ignore the singer as when I next looked up he was standing only a few feet away from me. Trying not to catch his attention, I slowly moved away again.

However it was too late. Before I knew it Jon was standing right next to me and I could feel his eyes staring at me.

“Can I help you?” I asked him, barely looking up.

“Not really, just wanted to talk to a pretty lady s’all.” He responded with a wink and a cheeky grin.

“Well unfortunately for you, I’m not in the mood to be spoken to today, sorry.” I lamely excused myself. Part of me felt bad for being rude, but the other part couldn’t find it in me to care. Jon just carried on standing there with a grin on his face, not deterred by my bluntness in any way.

“Do you really listen to this?” He questioned me as he looked at the records I was flicking through. Admittedly synth-pop wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea but that was part of the reason I listened to it. I liked the way that the music I listened to was created for people who didn’t quite fit into society. It was for the misfits who didn’t fit in with the misfits. Listening to artists create music to stand out made me feel more confident in myself.

“Yes I do.” I answered his question. Jon didn’t respond to that and instead just carried on looking at the records I was searching through.

“I’m Jon by the way.” He smiled at me, ignoring the obvious tension between the two of us.

“I’m Y/N.” I half heartedly responded, earning another cheeky grin in return.

Over the next few weeks, this became a regular occurrence. How one manages to bump into a rising rockstar nearly every week I’ll never know but for some reason it kept happening. Our encounters consisted of heated arguments over music, each time we met the disagreements got more intense. At one point I was sure that we would get kicked out of the store but when the owner recognised Jon, he thought against it and just told us to keep it down instead.

I had resigned to the fact that no matter how much I tried to avoid him, every power in the universe was ensuring that I would run into him again. Despite our differences of opinions when it came to music, I found myself almost looking forward to seeing Jon. That should have been my first clue that I was falling in love with him; however, the stubbornness inside of me refused to believe it.

It wasn’t until he went on tour that I realised how badly in love with him I was. I found that our senseless squabbles and the ridiculous comments that were made purely for the sake of it, was actually just me covering for the apparent love I held for him.

When I came to that dreadful realisation, I decided that the best thing to do was to try and stay away from him as much as possible. I didn’t know the specific date in which Jon got back off of tour but it was soon.

Eventually I saw him walking towards the record store one day. Rather than go in like I had planned, I promptly turned away and made my way to another store. If I saw him on the street then I went the other way. Maybe I was being ridiculous but that sounded more appealing than admitting my obviously unrequited feelings.

It was only two weeks after I first saw Jon when he got back off of tour, my luck of avoiding him ran out.

“Y/N.”

Upon hearing my name I turned around, only to see exactly who had called my name. I quickly spun away again and continued walking. The rain was pouring down and all I wanted to do was get home and curl up in my pyjamas. I did not want to face any altercation that may be coming my way.

“Y/N, wait.” Jon called again. Just as I went to speed up, I felt his hand clasp down on my shoulder. “What are you doing? Why are you ignoring me?” Jon asked, inquisitive as always.

“Look Jon, I have to go.” I tried to pull away from him but he was having none of it.

“Why? I haven’t seen you since I got home, where have you been?”

“I’ve been busy Jon.” I tried not to snap at him. Afterall it wasn’t his fault that I had fallen in love with him.

Jon just looked at me. I couldn’t help but stare at him, the way his usually fluffy hair stuck to his face in the rain. How his brow was furrowed in confusion. Even in the rain he looked like the most ethereal man to walk the earth. His lips pouted slightly as he tried to work out why I had been avoiding him.

When I realised that I was staring, I started to pull away, only for Jon to grab me gently by the wrist and tug me back towards him. Being in close proximity to him made my heart race and I could only hope that he couldn’t hear over the noise of the rain.

“Y/N what’s going on?” Jon asked softly as he stared into my eyes.

“Why do you care?” I asked him, though there was no malice in my tone. “We only talk when we are arguing about music, so why do you care if there is something wrong?”

“Because…” Jon stopped for a moment.

Whilst Jon looked for the words to say, I wriggled out of his grip and started to walk away again. I wanted so badly to be wrapped up in his arms and pulled into his chest whilst he kissed me senseless, but in the back of my mind, all I could think about was the consequences of being rejected by him.

I didn’t think my heart could take it if he didn’t feel the same way, which was almost inevitable.

I didn’t get far again before Jon ran in front of me. Putting his hands on my shoulders, he looked into my eyes.

“Something is obviously going on. Please tell me. I can’t help if you won’t let me.”

“You can’t fix this Jon. Just leave me be.” The look in his eyes was nearly killing me.

“Y/N please.” Jon's voice broke into a whisper, it was at that point that I felt tears running down my face, mixed with raindrops. No wonder the man was concerned about me when I stood in front of him crying. “Just talk to me darlin’.”

As soon as he said that the waterworks became unstoppable. The realisation that I was about to be rejected by the one man that I have ever felt like this for, tore my heart into tiny pieces. The emotional pain transformed into a pain in my chest as if my heart was about to break.

“I’m in love with you.” The words spilled out before I could stop them and the shock on Jon’s face replaced the concern immediately. When Jon didn’t say anything I found myself nervously continuing.

“I know that you probably don’t feel the same way and that's why I didn’t want to say anything but now I have and I am making an-” I was cut off from my rambling by a pair of lips on mine.

Jon moved away before I had a chance to reciprocate. “Sorry you were just talking and talking, it's the only way I could think of to get you to calm down.”

I stared up at him, probably resembling a deer in headlights. Before I could even think about what I was doing I stood on my toes to reach him and pressed another kiss to his lips. He immediately reacted and kissed me back with so much passion that I thought I might pass out.

I couldn’t even feel the cold from the rain as I stood in his embrace. My arms wrapped around his neck whilst his hands rested on my hips, pulling me closer to him. When the two of us pulled away again, Jon rested his forehead on mine, not allowing me to move backwards.

“In case you couldn’t tell, I’m in love with you too. I don’t tend to argue with just anyone over and over again.” Jon laughed before pecking me on the nose. Smiling up at him I connected our lips yet again before pulling away and tugging at his hand.

“Where are we going?” He questioned with a small grin on his gorgeous face.

“My place.” I winked, “Gotta get out of these wet clothes.”

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their80smichelle · 1 month ago

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𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲

Jon Bon Jovi x Reader

Not a request but I felt the need to write about anxiety even if it’s not really explicit (I may have just wrote about my own experience and how my body is acting right now too) @damianodavds

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Warnings : none except grammar, fluff/angst

I was in the kitchen backing some cookies listening to T-Rex, humming the song that was playing. John was in our room playing guitar trying to find a bit of inspiration for new songs. Work from yesterday as been stressful and I had to do something today to empty my mind.

I put the cookies in the oven and take a glass of water. I felt my body weakening a bit and my hands started to shake but I ignored it. I start to clean all the mess from the cooking after finishing my glass. I take a tray and turn around but I suddenly knock the empty glass with the tray and it falls on the floor and breaks.

- Shit… I mumble my hands shaking as I look at the broken glass on the floor.

Right after it I hear Jon ask « You’re okay ?? » from our room. « Yeah ! Sorry ! » I reassure him sighing. I bit my bottom lip and sigh again, then I see Jon leaning on the doorframe, he looks at me with his soft eyes and a small smile « you alright ? ». I look at him almost feeling guilty just for a poor broken glass. I nod « I may… have just broke a glass but yeah… just be careful when you walk.» I answer crouching down to clean the broken glass.

«Hey, hey… stop it, I’m going to clean it.» He says crouching next to me with a hand on my back. My hands were still shaking and I couldn’t hold anything correctly or move without being clumsy. I sigh, « I’m sorry » I apologise again « About what ? Just go to sit and try to calm down okay ? It’s fine baby. »

I only nod and get up to go to the living room and sit on the couch. Well I sit for like thirty seconds and get up again to look around trying to find something to do. It’s fun how anxiety works. You’re getting worked up and feel like your energy is overwhelming but you can’t do anything to let it out cause you’re just shaking and clumsy as hell. You can’t even sit down and wait for it to go away, it can last for days. Funny right ?

- Hey, wanna go out for a walk ?

I turn around to my boyfriend and smile at him. I don’t think saying I’m lucky to have him is enough. He’s more patient with me than I am with myself sometimes.

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hollywoodroses · 29 days ago

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Forgive Me, Father (a jon bon jovi fan fiction)

(co-starring richie sambora as the reader’s best friend & slash as a therapist)

warnings: religion, age!gap, heavy smut including exhibitionism & daddy kink, mention of age!play. language, fem!slash and knife play. Minors, please DO NOT interact!

Please comment if I should write a sequel 🩵

It was Sunday morning, the day you dreaded. You look in the mirror as you put your hair in an up-do. Once you are finished you slide on a garter belt with a small knife under your skirt.

You had over heard that there was a new pastor at your church. You hoped that he at least had a nice smile as the last pastor was like a grandpa to you which made you gag.

A knock was heard at the door as you finished tying your blouse. You walked to the door, when you opened it you saw it was your best friend Richie. You had met him in your freshman year in high school and feel like brother and sister. He was always there to pick up the pieces and get you out of trouble. Now in your senior year, you were one warning away from expulsion.

“Hey, Richie”. You said with a smile.

“What are you up to, Y/N. I hope you are not about to cause trouble”.

Richie was always two steps ahead of you. It was like he could read your mind.

You laughed as you grabbed a jacket and joined Richie on the walk to church. Your parents volunteer there so you will meet them later.

Once you got closer to the church, you saw what looked like a young man. ‘Wait, he’s not young.’ you thought to yourself. ‘He looks like 40’.

“Fuck not again.” You cried as Richie laughed. “What is this? First an ancient old pastor, now one that just looks like a daddy? Fuck, my life”.

“Stop, bitch. Don’t even start”. Richie told you seriously as he rolled his eyes.

You put on a fake smile as you walked up to greet your new pastor.

When you got to the front door, you are surprised at how young and attractive the pastor is. You started to think dirty thoughts about him. You brushed it aside as it was your turn to greet him.

“Oh, hello. What is your name little lady”. He asked softly.

‘Fuck, his voice’. You thought to yourself.

“Y/N.”

“Well, It’s such a nice day for a chat with jesus. If you need to talk, confession is always open after hours. My name is Pastor Jon, by the way”. He explained to you.

You are sure he looked at the way you are dressed. Why else would he suggest you confess to him? It’s like he can see right through you.

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You took your seat next to Richie after saying ‘hi’ to your parents. You prefer to sit with your friends at the back of the room.

As Pastor Jon gave his sermon on the devil’s seduction and why it harms youth you started to fall asleep. You were thankful he couldn’t see you.

Richie nudged your shoulder and you suddenly decided to listen.

While listening to Pastor Jon you felt yourself get wet as your thoughts for him turned dirty. You are shocked that you would think such evil things about him, like how you wanted him to rail you roughly and treat you like a small child.

You couldn’t take looking at him anymore. When you left quietly and got to the restroom, you locked yourself in a stall and proceeded to remove your panties and touch yourself. As you were in your own little world you heard a girl walk into the restroom. In shock you quietly whispered ‘daddy’ and climaxed.

“Excuse you, someone’s excited.” She announced as she opened the toilet stall.

You are angry so you grab the knife that is in your garter belt and storm towards her.

“You bitch, you didn’t see anything here.” You said as you held the knife to her throat.

Taking your hand to ruffle through her hair, you put your hand on her face “You’re cute, do you know that?” As you were about to kiss her, you paused. You didn’t want to frighten her but there was so much built in sexual frustration you needed her.

Putting your hand around her neck, she made the first move and kissed you. As the kissing got heated, she put her knee against your bare clit that was under your skirt and rubbed against you. You moaned in her mouth and she used this opportunity to lick your tongue. Worried you both would get caught, you broke the kiss and saw that there was a string of saliva connected to your lips.

“Wow.” The girl muttered in shock. “You are incredible.”

You took a pen that was on the side of the sink and wrote your number on her wrist. “Call me.”

Leaving the restroom, rushing back so Richie wouldn’t worry too much about you.

*****

Back at home, you met with your new friend, Trixie. You wanted, no needed her advice on how to make a move on Pastor Jon.

Meeting his wife earlier that day, you felt jealousy towards her. Feeling like you wanted to rip her hair out. ‘Or maybe make her watch as you fucked her husband’. You think to yourself.

“I know what you can do…” Trixie explained as she whispered the possible dirty encounter in your ear.

“I love it!”

You pecked her lips to say a silent thank you. You will make your move on the Pastor after hours later that day.

*****

It is after hours as you entered the chapel. Confession time is open which means it’s time to make your move on Pastor Jon. Corrupt him as you share your deepest and darkest secrets. You smile wickedly as you walk over to the confessional booth.

You walked slowly to the booth and when peeking inside you saw your target. You opened the door to the booth and sat inside.

“Forgive me father for I have sinned. It’s my first confession. You see, I can’t stop thinking about you.” You confessed to Jon.

“I have this fantasy that you pull my hair and fuck the brat out of me”.

As you explained your feelings to him, your hand crept into your skirt and you began to finger yourself. “God, daddy. Don’t you see, I want you?”

Before you hit your climax, the door to the booth is opened with force and Pastor Jon pulls you by the arm in anger.

He pushes you against a near by wall with his hand around your neck. “I know you’ve been watching me, bitch. Are you seriously that needy”. He asked you as his hand rubbed up your leg and his fingers ended up drenched in your cum after he lightly touched your clit.

When Jon noticed his fingers were wet from your excitement, he looked at you seductively in the eyes as he licked his fingers clean. You gasped as you are shocked at his actions towards you.

As your hands moved to his pants you felt him suck a hickey on your neck. You closed your eyes as your body started heating up. You needed Pastor Jon inside you, suddenly you unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. You slowly rubbed your clit against his member and when you gave permission with a simple ‘yes’, he roughly pushed himself inside you. Your moans got louder as he f**ked the brat out of you like you wanted him to.

After a few moments in bliss, you heard the door open. “Y/N”. It was Richie calling for you. Jon put his hand around your mouth to silence you as you climaxed and squirted all over the floor. He had to hold you up or you would pass-out.

“What the hell is this?” A voice said as you ruffled your hair out of your face.

“Richie, he attacked me. He’s been obsessed with me since we met”. You explained to your friend.

“You…” Richie responded as he charged at the Pastor and punched him in the face for hurting you.

As the hussle happened, you put on Richie’s cardigan that was left on one of the pews.

When Richie was satisfied, he walked up to you and held you in an embrace as you both walked away.

“You, monster!” Pastor Jon, yelled. “You are the devils child.”

You turned back to look at him with an evil smile as you winked.

*****

That was a few weeks ago, you continued to go back to the Pastor and started an illicit love affair. You both kept it hidden for six months but after being caught by your mother this time. She saw you tied up and blindfolded to a desk. She felt you were disturbed, so your parents along with Richie’s support admitted you to a hospital where a doctor/therapist would do tests on why you had dark/sexual feelings towards your Pastor.

Today you are going to meet Dr. Hudson. He was newly graduated from university and doing his thesis on sexual obsession. The higher-up bosses felt that meeting you would be good for him.

You waited in a dark room that has a mirror on one side. You kept looking at your watch as time went by slowly. After what felt like hours, the door finally opened to reveal a young man with a serious expression.

When he looked at you, you started to feel dirty. Your mind had a million thoughts about him at once. One thought stood out from the rest and you decided to make it a reality when the time is right.

“Hello Miss. Y/LN, my name is Dr. Hudson but you can call me Saul. You made your family a bit worried. For the next few months, my team and I will be doing some tests on you. No need to be frightened, you’ll be good as new once I am finished with you”.

You shook your head as you swear you saw him smile. Does me know what you are thinking?

You decided to say ‘Fuck it’ as you made your move.

While Dr. Hudson was sitting on a chair, you walked up to him and proceeded to sit in his lap. “I’m all yours.” You told him as you smiled. You slowly tilted your head as you moved your lips closer and you lightly kissed his neck. When you heard him drop his notepad, you know you have him in the palm of your hand. You smiled at him as you moved to kiss his lips and as he put his hands around your waist the kiss deepened and you used this opportunity to suck on his tongue. You felt yourself get wet, you were dripping with excitement as you completely forgot about your obsession with Pastor Jon.

******

Meanwhile, Jon knew you are dangerous and he worried for his family’s safety from you.

One night he and his wife quietly left home and boarded a plane to New Zealand where he knew you would never find them. Or would you?

the end

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❥ ❝ i'll be there for you . ❞

FTM!JON BON JOVI , AND FTM!DOM!READER .

SMUT INCLUDES ; BREEDING KINK , DEGRADATION , PRAISE , CHOKING . USE OF THE WORD CUNT TO DESCRIBE PARTS .

DONT LIKE ANY OF THESE THINGS ? DONT READ .

WRITTEN BY A TRANS AUTHOR .

it was an extremely hot afternoon . way too hot , humid too , for what you were doing at that moment . you were outside watching your boyfriend and his band play .

you watched intently , taking in all his features . long brown hair with some curls to it . brown eyes lit up like the sun as he played . you know he really enjoyed playing with the band .

you can tell the band is almost done with their jamming session , watching as the sweat drips off of them , but your focus stays on jon . his shirt was off and you could see his skin glistening with sweat from the outdoor heat . his top surgery scars were barely visible now and you were happy for him .

eventually the music comes to a stop . you snap out of your trance , seeing the members of the band begin to pack up their items .

at that moment , you notice your boyfriend jon walk over to you . you quickly wave with a smile .

❝ hello , my love . ❞

he says , smiling back to you .

❝ i saw you staring , yknow . ❞

you hesitantly nod , your face flushing a shade of light pink . you suddenly have the urge to touch him . to place your hand on his sweat gleamed chest and touch his top surgery scars . so you do , gently , incase you would hurt him . his smiles widens at the gesture .

❝ do you want something , my love ? ❞

he asks you , watching as you move your hand back down to your side . the tone of his voice makes you feel weak in the knees and your head spin . boy , did you love him .

you nod quickly , grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward his house where they were practicing outside of . he lets you lead him into the house and immediately after you two are inside and the door is shut , you push him against the wall .

you put your arms on either side of him , caging him in . since you were taller than him this was easy to do . he looks up at you , making eye contact . his eyes seem to be pleading at you .

you lean down a bit , pressing your lips against his chapped ones . almost instantly he returns the kiss . after about a minute of on and off kissing , you slide your tongue into his mouth . he whines at the sensation of it and you smile into the kiss .

you pull away , wanting to take things further . you once again grab his wrist , leading him toward his room . once inside you gently push him onto the black bedding .

you walk closer to where he was on the bed , climbing onto it and then sitting next him . next you pull your own top off , revealing your binder , but you left that on .

next , you slowly climb on top of him , sitting on legs . he looks up at you again , a goofy smile on his face . he was already out of it just from a few small touches .

you place your hand on his jeans and pull them down , revealing his boxers . you smile again at the sight of the wet spot on them .

❝ aww , youre already so wet for me . so pretty . ❞

you coo at him , smirking . he gives another whine at the praise , bucking his hips up into you . you begin to grind down into him , earning more whines .

❝ such slut , making such pretty noises for me . ❞

you tell him . he then grabs the hem of his boxers and attempts to pull them down , you help him . you can see hes soaking wet , just from your touch .

❝ please . ❞

he moans out , begging you to touch his aching cunt . you reach your hand out and begin making small circles on his clit . he moans again , tears pricking at his eyes from how good it felt . he hadnt been touched for weeks .

next , you move your fingers away from his clit and to the entrance of his cunt . you slowly push a finger in , earning a loud whine in response at the intrusion . you move your finger out , then push it back in , trying to make it go as deep as it can .

he lets out more needy moans as you finger him , adding another finger . you begin to make scissoring motions , stretching him out .

❝ fffuck , more ! ❞

his voice is high pitched and shaky .

❝ hm ? you want more in your pretty little cunt ? huh , good boy ? ❞

he nods , placing his arm over his eyes .

❝ nope . you have to look at me . ❞

you say , pulling his arm back down with your unoccupied hand . you add a third finger . next thing you know , he basically screams out your name .

❝ found it . ❞

you say , the smirk returning to your face . you can tell hes getting close . you keep pressing up against that special spot , and then hes spilling all over your fingers .

❝ good boy , cumming for me just from my fingers . ❞

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