Sons of Anarchy Imagines Part 2

Your Place - Tig Smut

Based loosely on the song Your Place by Ashley Cooke.

Where the smut begins is marked as you can read up to that point and still get a full one-shot!

Description: Tig's girlfriend has an ex that won't leave her alone, so he takes matters into his own hands.

I sighed a little, looking down at my phone as it rang. I glanced back up at Tig.

"Is it-?" He didn't have to finish the question. I nodded and picked my phone up. I was over this piece of shit calling me every few days. My friends had mentioned that he was asking about me when he saw them at the bar. My little brother had a birthday a few days ago and sent me the screenshot of the text my ex had sent him.

We'd broken up because he was a jerk. I went to a club party that night and made out with Tig. The next day I woke up to my phone ringing and in Tig's bed.

"Baby," Tig said. We'd been seeing each other a few months, but only a few weeks as boyfriend and girlfriend.

"I've got it."

I was only still awake because Tig and I had gone multiple rounds after leaving the club party at midnight.

I sat up in bed and answered the call.

"What do you want?"

"I miss you babe." His voice grated on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. "I miss us."

"Do me a favor and lose my number," I said.

"Where are you babe?"

"I'm not your babe. It's none of your damn business."

Tig looked at me and held his hand out, an attempt to get me to hand over my phone.

"Your friends said that you met someone else. One of those scum-."

I cut him off. "It's not your place to be asking about me. Do you understand that? You don't get to ask my friends shit about me or text my family about their birthdays. You fucked up. Not me. You decided to be an ass to me. That's not my problem."

"I wasn't being an ass."

"That's what you got-."

Tig cut me off by sliding my phone from my hand.

"Hey man this is her boyfriend. Lose this number."

It was silent and I couldn't make out my ex's voice anymore.

"No man you call this number again it will be the last thing you do."

It was quiet again. Tig was standing beside his bed now. I reached out for his hand that wasn't holding my phone. He leaned over to kiss my head.

"Okay asshole," Tig said. The sudden anger in his voice contradicted his soft action seconds before. "We're done. I will be blocking this number. If you contact her or her family or friends again I will be handling it."

He hung up before my ex could respond. He scrolled for a few seconds on my phone, the dim light of the screen giving his features a creepy glow. He sat down after a second.

"I blocked his number. I'm serious if he contacts you again I will handle it."

"I know Tiggy," I said softly. I leaned against his shoulder, turning my head to kiss his bare shoulder. He was dressed in just his boxers and I had put his shirt on after we'd gone two rounds after the party.

"I'm hungry," he said. I laughed and nodded in agreement. The drinking and partying followed by a couple hours of sex definitely made me hungry too.

"Let's go find something to eat baby."