“Let’s put the X in Sex”, by KISS - Tig imagine
This is a personal, crazy, funny idea I had listening to this song and I thought Tig would be perfect for it. KISS is my favorite band, btw and I love this song.
Enjoy! Love you!
Your old man’s birthday was coming, you were planning a Samcro party
for him and Tig was excited about it. What he didn’t know was that the party
was just a disguise for a bigger plan. You wanted to make him a surprise, keep
the romance alive, even if that would never die with Tig as your husband.
A couple of days before his birthday you bought new lingerie and high heels too. You put those on with a black nightie and lied on the bed, camera ready.
Tig was back from a run and he needed to catch up with the TM work, so he walked to the office, stopping in the middle of his path when his phone rang with a message. He picked it up from his pocket and checked. It was a photo, which made Tig gasp.
A picture of long legs and beautiful feet wearing high heels. He could see just a little of the thigh and the hemline of a black nightie. Nothing more, but enough to tease and turned him on.
“Damn”, Tig whispered. He didn’t checked the number, it surely came from you, his sexy wife. You were too good for him. He smiled and walked to the office, stopping at the door, looking at you. You were seat by the desk, working on some papers Gemma had left, “Loved that photo honey”
“What?”, you asked, narrowing your eyes.
“I see”, he grinned and entered the office. Tig kicked the door behind him, finally getting your attention. You raised an eyebrow at him, Tig slowly walked to your desk, leaning for a kiss, “You wanna play a game baby girl?”
“Tig…”, you warned him, “I’m working”
“Come on baby”, he whined, “You started…”
“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about”, you said, putting your hand on his chest, pushing him away.
“That photo of your new black nightie”, he smiled, “I must say…What a tease”
“I don’t have a black nightie”, you said, getting up, “What photo?”
Tig stopped for a moment. You looked angry, this could not be a good thing. “This…”, he mumbled and showed you the phone. You looked at it and Tig saw your face turned into a furious expression before your hand slap his face.
“What is this Trager?”, you said. Shit, you had said his last name. That was definitely not good at all.
“Baby, I…”, he said, nervous, walking backwards, “This…Person… Is you right?”
“I’m up to all your games and ideas in bed Trager”, you hissed, “However, this is not me. You better explain why this is on your phone”
“I swear, I…”, he desperately looked at the phone, trying to see what number had sent the photo. No number, no name, nothing, “I don’t know”
“Get out!”, you yelled.
“Baby…”, Tig begged.
“You better come up with a better explanation Trager”, you said, “Until then… I’m going to my mother’s house”
“Baby…”, he said before you closed the office’s door on his face.
I got a letter just the other day
She sent a picture, but she didn’t sign her name
She wore high heels and a little black lace
I knew her body, but I couldn’t see her face
She didn’t leave a number, not an address or a clue
But something in that photograph reminded me of you
Tig was furious. He was alone at your house just because of a damn photo. This was insane, though he knew you were jealous. Actually, that was great, both of you were jealous and sometimes this led to an amazing angry sex, but not this time.
Juice had checked his phone but he didn’t find anything. Tig was crazy, waiting you to come home, you had to pick up your things. At midnight he gave up, calling your mother, who angrily answered the phone, saying you and her were trying to sleep.
He went to bed, half drunk and pissed off. He was almost sleeping when the phone rang. “Hello”, he answered without even look. All he could hear was a breath, a heavy one who was slowly turning into a moaning. “Hello?”, he said again.
“Hi Tiggy”, a voice said. He didn’t recognized who it was, Tig sat on the bed, “I’m so wet Tiggy”
“Who is talking?”, he angrily asked at the phone.
“Oh Tiggy”, the voice moaned, “Did you get my photo?”
“Whoever you are…Stop”, he said, “I’m already in trouble with my wife”
“Tiggy… Oh baby…”, the voice kept moaning, “I want you. My fingers can make me cum like you can, please Tiggy…”
He sighed. That was insane, nothing like that had ever happened to him. Tig was getting hard, even he didn’t know who it was or knowing he shouldn’t be getting erect that moment.
“Are you hard?”, the voice asked, “I can imagine… So good… I wish that I was there to see it, to feel you inside me…”
Trembling with angry and lust, Tig hang up the phone. That little game could only be a nightmare, he would sleep and in the next morning you would be there, by his side, as always.
I got a call in the middle of the night
Heavy breathin’ never sounded quite so nice
She said “Oh yeah, I wish that I was there”
I asked who was calling, but she wasn’t playing fair
Sometimes you gotta suffer for the pleasure that you seek
You’re beggin’ for an eyeful but you only get a peek
It was his birthday, Tig was at home having a shower and getting ready for his party. He wasn’t exactly in the mood but you would be there, so he had to go. He would convince you that all was a mistake and an insane nightmare, so you would come back home.
He had just got out of the shower when he heard a knock on the door.
“Shit”, he cursed and put on his pants, grabbing a shirt in his way to the door. Tig looked through the peephole and saw nothing, the light on the entrance was off. He tried to turn it on but it didn’t work. Holding his gun on his back Tig opened the door, he was ready to shoot, but he stopped seeing an strange figure on his doorstep.
It was woman, her face hidden in the shadows. His eyes traveled down her body. She was all in black, coat and heels.
“Hi Tiggy”, she said with a low voice. He would recognize that voice anywhere.
“Baby?”, Tig said surprised. He watched in shock as you walked inside the house. You closed the door behind you. You hair was loose, falling around your face and you had a mischievous smiled.
“Happy birthday”, you said, slowly opening your coat. Tig watched it, completely mesmerized. You weren’t wearing nothing much, just a black lace lingerie.
I heard somebody
knockin’ so I opened up the door
She wore a hat, shades, and a trench coat
Wasn’t wearin’ that much more
She said she knew my secrets but I didn’t have a clue
Then I saw those black lace panties and I knew that it was you
“It was you”, he said, mouth hanging open.
You let the coat fell on the floor, taking a step towards him. You took of his shirt and touching his chest, your nails leaving marks. Tig swallowed hard, looking at you. Your hands slid into his jeans, Tig wasn’t wearing underwear, you found his cock, closing your fingers around him.
“Oh Tiggy…”, you moaned, just like on the phone, changing your voice a little bit. It was different from the call last night, but he got it.
“Oh you are evil baby”, he laughed, “You gave me a hard time”
“You didn’t liked it”, you pursed your lips, looking up to him through your lashes.
“I loved it!”, he smiled and held you in his arms, walking towards the bedroom.
“You were getting hard to a stranger”, you said biting his earlobe.
“How do you know I was hard?”, he said.
“Oh Tiggy”, you laughed, “You will never hide anything from me”