Your wish is my command. Trager One shot. Warning : Heavy smut.
You smiled devishly at the pair of blue eyes watching you from across the bar as you downed yet another shot. You had been hanging around Samcro for quite some time now, and Tig was no stranger. The boys had saved your ass awhile back and you started working around Teller- Morrow and the clubhouse as a way of paying off your debt. Tig always threw flirty compliments your way, and made snide remarks here and there - but he had never looked at you the way he was tonight. He sipped his beer slowly as you stood up from the bar, the alcohol giving you more confidence than normal.
“Normally you’d be on your third crow eater by this time,” you said, approaching his side. You made sure the dress you had slipped into for tonight’s party rose up your thighs as you took the empty bar seat beside him. “What gives?”
He smirked, his eyes trailing your body shamelessly. “I’ve had them all too many times,” he replied. “Looking for something new to taste.”
“Anyone here caught your eye yet?” You asked teasingly, leaning over so that your cleavage was on full display.
“Yeah,” he mumbled. “Oh yeah.”
Tig downed the rest of his beer in a hurry, grabbing your hand and tossing the now empty bottle to the ground. You couldn’t contain the drunken giggles that escaped your lips as the two of you tripped over more empty bottles, and even a couple of passed out crow eaters in a desperate attempt to reach his dorm.
“You sure you want this?” He asked, fumbling with the lock. “This isn’t the alcohol talking?”
You thought hard for a moment. You weren’t completely dunk, you were still making conscious decisions. And truthfully ? Ever since you had been here, you were jealous of every girl that got the opportunity to be led into Tig’s room.
“I’m sure,” you replied.
“Just so you know, I’m not gonna make love to ya’ sweet heart. I’m a big guy, and I like it quick and rough. Ain’t gonna be any of that sweet shit.”
You smirked as Tig’s eyes landed on yours once more. Somehow, you had already knew that. But you didn’t care. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me senseless since the day I started hanging around here.”
“Your wish is my command, baby,” he replied, swinging the door open.
Before you had time to take anything in, your back slammed against the door as it slammed shut, and Tig’s lips were on yours in an instance. The kiss was fierce, hungry. You tossed your arms around his neck lazily, pulling him closer, grinding against him as your tongue seductively parted his soft lips.
He growled into your mouth, grabbing a handful of your hair and tangling it between his fingers. Heat spread through out your body as the kissing became more sloppy, and it pooled between your legs.
He pulled back long enough to strip out of his cut, and place it on top of his dresser. Those few minutes were enough to make you impatient. He turned back to face you and yours fingers bundled up the material of his blue button up, snatching him towards you. He laughed, your lips tangling back together. You fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, but quickly grew impatient. You snatched open what was left, sending the small white buttons flying to the floor.
“Damn baby,” Tig mumbled as you stripped the remainder of the shirt from his body, tossing it to the floor. He held his hands up in defeat as you worked on his belt buckle, smirking down at you. “You weren’t lying when you said you wanted this, were you?”
“Not at all,” you replied hungrily. This time he took control, grabbing you gently by the throat and leaving you with a kiss that made you dizzy. His hands ripped open the front of your dress, and he peeled the tight material from your skin, tossing it across the room. It required no bra, and Tig seemed to like that very much. He trailed sloppy kisses down your neck, and you knew all to well you’d have plenty of love bites on display for tomorrow. But you could care less.
A moan escaped your lips as his came in contact with your breast, sucking on the nipple harshly. His fingers slowly trailed down your stomach, slipping inside your panties.
He traced your entrance, causing you to buck your hips forward. “Not so fast,” he said, pressing his hand against your chest to hold you in place.
He fell to his knees in front of you, leaning forward and pressing his lips against you. He left hot kisses over the front of your thin, lacy panties, causing you to whimper.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, looking up at you. “Right now.”
“You,” you replied breathlessly. More kisses were placed against you, and you tangled your fingers in his dark curly hair. “I want you.”
“What do you want me to do?” He asked, locking his fingers on the edges of your under wear, slowly sliding them down your legs. You could feel his breath agains your clit, and you were dripping wet.
“Fuck me,” you growled. “That’s what I want.”
“Beg me,” he whispered against you.
“Please,” you whined. “Please fuck me, Tig. Please.”
This was enough to send him over the edge, and he rose to his feet, sliding his pants as well as his boxers down his legs. Your eyes widened as his dick came to view. He wasn’t lying - he was HUGE.
“Lay on the bed,” he demanded.
You did as you were told, and Tig crawled over you, slipping on the condom. He lined himself up with your entrance, and you were practically squirming with impatience. He wrapped his hand around your throat gently once more, and immediately began slamming into you.
You gasped loudly as you adjusted to his length, but quickly caught up with the pace, your hips moving in sync with his thrusts.
Before long you were screaming his name, and you knew that anyone still awake out there could hear you. But you were in complete bliss. The two of you rode out your highs before rolling over and struggling to catch your breath.
“I gotta say, (Y/N) - you’re better than any crow eater I’ve had so far.”
“And that was even better than I imagined it would be,” you replied, smirking over at him.