Classic 70s/80s rock/metal imagines

Jon Bongiovi - first time

Context - you've been friends with John for years now, it's 1984 and he was starting to get his music career up and running, lately he has been more flirty, things come unexpectedly with the feelings you've had for him.

(SMUT) pt2
---- Girls Name - Elizabeth Ramos

"JON?" I call out, seeing if he's home, "I'm in here, Elizabeth," i hear him call from the living room.

I make my way to the living room, seeing him laying on the couch watching the tv.

"Oh hi!" He smiles, seeing me leaning on the back of the couch, "hi," I smile at him.

"How was work?" He asks, sitting up on the couch.

"Work," I sigh, hopping over the couch and sitting down by Jon.

"It sucked again?" He asks, like if it doesn't suck every day, I'm there.

"Yes, absolutely, work is never fun," I say, leaning back on the arm of the couch.

"I promise I'll become rich one day and you won't have to work ever again!" Jon smiles, I guess, trying to make me feel better.

"Make that a plan, not a wish, Jon. I believe in you, but it has to be a plan," I tell him.

"I know, I know Eliza, it is a plan, trust me," he assures me, "what do you wanna do for the rest of the day?"

"Why don't we just stay here?" I ask, I kinda didn't wanna go anywhere right now.

"That's fine, I kinda didn't wanna go anywhere anyway," Jon shrugs, leaning back on the couch.

"Whatcha watchin'?" I look to the tv, "mtv," Jon replies.

It was a stupid question. Obviously, it was mtv, I don't know why I asked that.

"You can lay on me," Jon says, putting an arm behind his head, "you look uncomfortable."

I look at Jon with a confused look, "What?" He asks, confused about why I'm confused.

"How do I look uncomfortable?" I ask, still confused.

"You just do," Jon shrugs, looking to the tv.

I nodded, moving a little to lay on him.

I put my head on his chest, arms around his back and our legs intertwined, his arm was on my back, messing with my hair.

It's not like we haven't lay on each other before. Hell, when I first met him, he layed on me to try not to get me to leave.

We lay there watching the music videos for a few minutes, silence but tension filling the room.

"Elizabeth," Jon breaks the silence, "mh?" I hum, not taking my eyes off the tv.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

My eyes go wide, butterflies filling my stomach, "What?" I look at him confused. He wasn't serious, was he?

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He repeats, looking at me.

I was underly shocked, I loved Jon more than he'd think, more than best friends at that, who would've thought he'd like me to.

"Are you serious, jon?"

He nodds, not a sign of him lying anywhere.

"Yes?" I kinda question, more myself than him.

"Actually?" He asks. Now it's his turn to be shocked, "Yes," I nod, not a lying sign anywhere.

"Kiss me."

I look at him with wide eyes, "thought you'd never ask," I smile, grabbing his face and pulling him in.