THE AMOUNT OF TIME I SPENT LOOKING FOR THIS FIC IS INSANE

THE AMOUNT OF TIME I SPENT LOOKING FOR THIS FIC IS INSANE

AND IT NEVER DISAPPOINTS

Honestly I'd die for any alfie x reader x Tommy smut... but I'd love a part 2 of your last wife!reader fic❤❤

Thank you for the request! Sorry this took so long! Kept second guessing my self. I really struggled with this one, but I think it turned out okay.

Hope you enjoy! XO

Warnings: Sex! Anal, vaginal, people in a room having & watching sex, Reader is put in distressing situation, Alfie to the rescue, Reader cries & has a bit of a tantrum.

Part one: https://padfootdaredmetoo.tumblr.com/post/667627654991790080/can-you-write-something-with-possessive-tommy-and

Russians were insane. Really fucking insane. Tommy had dragged you into this madhouse. First they stripped you down naked and looked you over for tattoos.

Your face had never been redder, standing in front of these ladies. The fact that Tommy sat on the desk, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, eyes ravishing your naked form only made it much worse.

Their eyes were cold, and you knew that they were probably trying to find something about your body to be nasty about. But they kept their mouths shut, despite the feeling you got from their gaze.

You redressed quickly, happy to be standing next to your husband. He placed his hand on your low back, to steady you.

Then they dragged you away from him.

They said this was going to be a dinner, meet his wife, then some trip into a special cellar to look at some jewels, easy in and easy out. Home by 9. He warned you that it would be strange, but to stay close to him and it would be alright. But now they are separating you.

But things never went easy with Tommy. Life put him through the worst, and now he was dragging you along at his side. Not that you cared. You wanted to be at his side no matter where he went or how bad things got.

But this. This was bad.

“I will take you through to the party, we can drink while they talk business.” The woman strutted into the room in her undergarments, prouder than anyone you had ever seen before. Your whole body tensed up, you looked up to Tommy. His eyes were dark, but the message was clear as day. Obey.

The room seemed to think it was amusing that I would look to my husband for permission.

You didn’t want to go anywhere without him. Every cell in your body burned with warning, this was very bad.

You let the woman snake her arm in yours and you moved away from Tommy, from any kind of sanity.

The room was dimly lit, and were people engaged in all sorts of sexual acts. The room was heavy with smoke and booze. The inescapable smell of sex, make your throat close up.

What the absolute fuck were you supposed to do.

The tall woman sat you on the couch and handed you a fresh bottle of vodka.

“Thank you” You said absently, still in shock of what your eyes were seeing. You took a sip of the fiery liquid and let it burn your throat, all this to be polite. But how much was going to be asked of you? You scanned the room, men and women looked at you with the eyes of wolves. Suddenly everyone was desperate to squash that innocence and obvious aversion out of you.

A man came over, he didn't speak but sat next to you. You gave him a little nod having another mouthful of the clear liquid, he wasn’t here to drink together though. His thick fingers ran down the side of your face and down your neck. Your body involuntarily started to shake. You were repulsed by this sex, in honesty you’d dreamed up parties like this in your naughty head. But being forced into one with no notice, alone, was enough to almost push your body into shock. Your mind started to race, how the fuck were you going to fight your way out of here?

Another sip. And your prayers were answered, well sort of…

“Fuck sakes. This just ain't right mate. Nothing sacred about this, fucking feral.” A familiar voice boomed. He surveyed the room and then his eyes landed on you, all the humor left his composure as he took in the situation, and the terrified look on your face.

Fire flashed in his eyes, a dark possessiveness moved across his face like a storm rolling across the sea.

A woman approached him with a bottle, but his face told her where she could stick it, she fluttered past him as if it hadn't happened. The people in the room surveyed him as he made his way across the room towards you. He was huge, by far the biggest person in the room.

“Now what little bird do we have here, eh?” He awkwardly put his bulky frame between you and the man, making him get up and leave. He put his thick arm around your shoulders and you slid into his hulking frame. “You're definitely not what I expected, love” He took the bottle from your slender fingers and placed it on the side table.

One of the men barked something at you in Russian causing you to grab Alfie’s leg. He only barked something back, his voice booming.

“You speak Russian?” You whispered, unable to release your grip on his leg.

“Me mum, because of my mum.” His voice was tense and his eyes stayed focused on the man who had shouted at you.

“What are they saying about me?”

“Things only I should say to you.” He whispered in your ear.

The flush covering your face darkened, a sudden tension making itself known between your legs. You had pressed every bit of yourself against him as humanly possible without climbing into his lap. He could feel the fear radiating off of you, and the other stuff too probably.

“You want to give them a show then? I couldn't give a single fuck about what they want. But I do want you.” His words made you think back to that night in London, a heat spread through your whole body. Without a word you hitched your dress up and straddle his thick thighs.

You loved the way your body pressed up against his. Your back was turned to the room, but you had a deep trust in Alfie. He’d brought you a safety that allowed the vodka to flow in your veins. Everything relaxed as you focused in on his touch. His broad, strong hands ran up your back.

“Missed this, I did.” He murmured, placing kisses up your neck. The room seemed to be consumed with the two of you. You wanted to know why, but the intoxication kept shame and worry far from your body.

He finally kissed your lips, drinking you in. You let out a loud moan as his large hand came up to roughly palm your left breast.

His other hand made its way home between your legs. Slipping under the band of your soaked panties. He worked your clit slowly, driving all thoughts of the horrible place from your mind.

His hand made its way around your throat and you fully let go. He had you now, no reason to keep yourself on this planet. Whatever happened to you that night would be at Alfie’s hand.

Once the tears welled up in your eyes and your breath became ragged, he finally dipped his fingers inside you. He slowly pushed two thick fingers into you, curling to find the right space. You threw your head back and let out a shattering moan.

All the attention was on you, but you didn't care in the slightest. If anything it turned you on more, there was a power that came from this. Whatever they thought about you, one thing was very clear. If it was booze or sex, you could easily beat them at their own game.

Drinking and fucking was something you could do all day.

No one here had pleasure like you did. This wasn’t fake or a show. What Alfie pulled from your body was raw, unhinged, the true timeless feral energy.

They wanted to be savages, but being savage was something your body was built for.

It wasn't long before you cried out in ecstasy. Body spasming around him. You wanted more though, this orgasm only left you hungry and needy. You wanted him to destroy you in front of all these people, show them what sex was supposed to look like. Tommy be damned, the anger towards him just added to the emotions you wanted to burn off using his body.

You didn't even have to explain it to him, he was equally as enraged.

His hand landed a solid blow on your ass, it made a gorgeous sound that anyone would envy.

His fingers brought you over the edge again, your bliss taken further by the growl that escaped him as he sunk his teeth into your neck. You understood that he wanted to fuck you, but wouldn't. This was already over the line for him. He didn't share. Neither did Tommy. How they managed to come apart deep inside you was still a mystery.

Or maybe it wasn't.

The way you were observed made you feel as if maybe you were just that desirable. Maybe all those years of being told you were filthy and hell bound were wrong. Perhaps you were the embodiment of something as old as time, you were a larger part of humanity then they were with their silly books and blood thirsty faith. You denied yourself nothing.

Alfie kept you satisfied without properly satisfying you. Winding you up and then letting you crash down.

Eventually your husband came through, catching your eye just as your face contorted in pleasure, eyes screwed tight. That time it was his anger that pulled you over the edge.

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After an awkward exchange Tommy half carried you out of the place. He struggled to keep his composure, but they didn't seem bothered that you were leaving the party. You stood on the side of the road, between their parked cars. A man that Alfie had brought, probably to look at the jewels, exchanged a few words with them, then got into his own vehicle and drove off into the night.

“I'm not going. Not unless you both go back to mine.” You announced. You were angry beyond belief, and you were going to make them both feel it.

“Fuck.” Tommy was at his breaking point, temper surging through his body.

“Alright, you're a needy little thing.” Alfie called out as he got into his car. You climbed into the passenger seat of the Bentley, but you didn’t relax until you saw Alfie follow behind in the mirror.

“What the fuck happened.”

“Well you said we were going to a dinner party. And I’m a stupid cunt for believing you. I was dragged into that… that.. Fucking mess. Men and women sizing me up. Your fucking lucky he showed up. I had no fucking choice in the matter Thomas.” Your voice broke, which only made you even more angry. You wanted to scream at him, until he was exhausted. You wanted to throw things at him until he understood what he put you through.

“I didn't know.” the set of his jaw made you know he was telling the truth. He was just as angry as you were. People weren't allowed to look at you half the time, but touch you? His blood was boiling. But all you wanted to do was yell. Yell and scream, kick and fight, until there was nothing left of you.

“They would have had to drag me out of that place in a body bag, Thomas. I wasn’t going to - I wouldn't - I don't give a fuck about you either. I wouldn't do that for me.”

The rest of the car ride home was in silence. You cried, body both exhausted from everything and painfully awake with a need that possessed you. Tommy wanted no part in any of this. The whole thing was a mess put on his plate by Churchill, and his own surprising moral compass.

You felt bad about being mad at him, you knew down to your bones that he would be dead, the business burned before he let that happen to you. But there were still waves of wrath sweeping through you.

“Do your worst. Better to get it all out then.” He announced after turning the car off. You leaned across the bench seat and kissed him softly. A moment of forgiveness, to show him that you understood the position he was in. That they had chosen to play him like that, and you didn't break, but still it was a dirty play nonetheless.

You got out of the car and stormed into the house. Throwing the doors open. Kicking off your shoes and throwing them down the hallway viscously.

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Tommy stood at the bottom of the stone steps leading up to his house. Watches his wife throw a violent tantrum.

He didn't care about her shoes, or the crystal glasses. The stupid painting of Grace should have been thrown out years ago. He didn't care about any of those things though. He cared about her.

And they used that against him. There was a tight coil of fear in his stomach. She was a bit messed up when it came to sex. He’d never hurt her, couldn't stand to think of someone hurting her. However she’d been raised in a house that did different kinds of damage to her.

And she'd be right, if they pushed her into things in that room. He wouldn't blame her for fighting them. He knew she’d be the first one to cause a body to hit the floor. They’d kill her for it. But she wouldn't come back from that room if they left her alive anyway.

And it was all his fault. Her soft kiss was a move to show she didn't blame him, but her tears, the sounds of her sobs. That would keep him awake at night for a very long time.

Alfie squared up next to him, listening to the racket she was making. Tommy was suddenly grateful that he let the maids go home on weekends. Her voice was sharp, as she screamed, her words were the nastiest he’d ever heard. Somehow even more vicious coming from her soft body. He heard her swear, the loud crashes as she got her feelings out.

“I like it, it's a solid plan mate. Let her go up there and destroy the place. Get it all out so we can hopefully keep our cocks. Solid plan.” Tommy turned to him, watching the broad man look at the house with humor in his eyes.

“Alfie.”

“Wot”

“You're a good friend.” His voice was steady. The words weren't enough, but he hoped that he wouldn't have to say more. Alfie turned to him and met his eyes, he understood.

“You're a right bastard. Leaving her with the wolves like that. The only reason I’m not beating the absolute - shit, out of you, is because she’d have my head for it.” He took a deep breath. “But our best plan here is to team up. I’ve never seen anyone in that state before.” He shook his head, out of respect? Awe? Both?

The screaming stopped and they gave each other a nod. The idea made him uneasy, but in all truth he should be grateful to Alfie, not just for what he did earlier but also for staying to wrangle the messy aftermath.

He flicked his cigarette, and they climbed the front steps quickly.

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Being destructive was so nice.

That fucking painting should have been thrown out the second you entered his life. The moment he saw you his life started again, reborn and blessed to have an era of his life defined by you.

You’d always hated Grace. You chucked her painting over the railing with enough force to ensure the canvas broke. Crystal glasses, drink trays, very few things had ever felt so pleasant, so freeing. You were born wound up tight, it was beaten into you, there was no escaping it in your life aside for a few precious moments.

This was almost as good as subspace.

You raged, ripping your clothes off and climbed into the shower. You only just got into the hot spray when Tommy blew the door open.

He was scared, you could see it in his eyes. You took a long swig of whiskey before handing him the bottle. He looked over your body, trying to see if you’d hurt yourself, he looked unsteady.

Alfie wasted no time, he climbed into the shower, his clothes already discarded somewhere in the mess you had created.

He steadied you, against his body and the smallest bit of relief from the disaster inside you started to spread.

“Eh, don’t get shy on us now, mate” Alfie said, how he was enjoying your chaos was beyond you. Tommy followed into the tub.

You were pressed in between their wet bodies, suddenly you had no understanding of why everyone didn't solve their problems this way. This was true bliss. Their hands fought over your curves washing you down.

Surely this was how Queens of the past lived. You felt it in your blood that this was only natural, all women should be cared for this way.

They were soft with you, which was strange but appreciated. Slowly brought you down from whatever high you’d reached. They bickered, because they couldn't help themselves, it made it easier for them.

“Can’t wash her hair like that. Washing her like she’s a dog.”

“Oi mind your bloody business.” Tommy told him off pointing a soapy finger at him.

“My business.” Alfie's hands traveled down your torso between your legs. “Suppose that’s mine now, love. You heard the man” You let out a laugh at Tommy’s sigh.

They got out of there eventually, Alfie strutting out of the bathroom in a towel yelling about something you didn’t quite understand.

“We don't have to.” You whispered to your husband as he took care to dry you down with a fluffy towel.

“We don't have to, but I have an outstanding debt to you, might as well make a dent in it tonight, eh” You grabbed his arm, about to tell that was bullshit. But he continued before you could start. “Don’t make me fucking say it, eh?” His voice was stern but his eyes were soft. He placed a kiss on your forehead and picked you up.

He tossed you on to the bed and the night’s events fully caught up with you. Alfie pulled you up onto his lap and you leaned into his warm chest. His fingers traveled between your legs and you felt him relax against the headboard. You could feel his hard length pushing in to your back,

His fingers traveled lower, your body tensed up just like last time at the strange feeling. You felt embarrassed but determined to give him what he wanted after everything that night.

This wasn't like the last time you had them both. This was slow, Alfie worked you open while Tommy laid close by stroking your clit. All the orgasms and tantrum had worn you down, the pleasure that radiated through you met no resistance in your body. You had no tension to oppose it, like floating in water. You would willingly let them bend you anyway they pleased. Your breathing started to get heavy, your legs tensing slightly, when Alfie stopped. You had lost count of how many fingers, only just that you felt full. He adjusted your position on his lap, leaning back further to bring you up his chest a bit. Then he lined himself up and you felt the wetness of his tip slowly push in past the tight ring of muscle.

Tommy’s fingers left your clit, to dive into your soppy opening. You could feel his pressure pushing your flesh into Alfie’s cock as it was slowly making its way further inside you. They reached a certain spot that caused your whole body to tense but they easily held you open.

“Be good.” Tommy said under his breath. It was incredibly hard to be well behaved in this situation. Alfie pushed himself the rest of the way in, but Tommy’s fingers stayed right on that spot slowly moving in circles. You whimpered and the tears started, these tears come from somewhere different inside you. They created an opening in your chest, like you could breathe properly for the first time in so long.

You tested the waters and wiggled a bit, raising up ever so slightly only to skink back down on him.

“That’s it love” Alfie placed a kiss to the side of your neck and you took things a bit further. Last time things were so deliciously rough. But this time every brush of skin sent electricity to your core. Your body became unbearably taught, Tommy took his fingers from you. You were in disbelief that he sat up and moved towards you, no way he would take you like this. This was a much more intimate position than last time.

But there was a dark fire in his eyes, something that prevented him from letting you take any pleasure from another man without him. He would ensure you knew that there wasn't a place on this earth or after it, where he wouldn't be there with you and he was going to make sure you felt it too. He came up on top of you, lining up with your tight hole.

He pushed inside slowly, both of them doing their best to hold back. You could see the veins pulsing in their arms as they held you inplace, the white tips of their fingers gripping your flesh. The flush across Tommy’s face contrasted with the hard look in his eyes.

Eventually they were both deep inside you, that final push left your walls fluttering. A loud moan escaped you. Tommy held you still for a long while. Eyes searching yours to make sure you were okay. You were grateful he gave you a moment to adjust, but that soon passed into desperation for more. You tried to wiggle and nudge him on, but their combined grip was too much.

“Thomas” Alfie growled. He started to move and eventually they fell into that blissful rhythm. You were hot and sweaty trapped between the two of them, but you felt so safe. Your body was falling apart in the most wonderful way.

“Fuck, darling.” Alfie tightened his grip on you. Someone's fingers made their way down your torso, circled your clit and you let out a shout. Your body was taking its own place in the delicate system, hips involuntarily moving in sync with them.

“Please” You whimpered, the pressure was becoming overwhelming and impossible to hold in.

“No” Tommy said through gritted teeth. Alfie let out a groan at his response.

“Are we really going to play dirty with her like this?” He barked. Tommy let out a sound that was almost a laugh.

“Alright baby, you think you can cum for us?” The tone of his voice was like honey.

“Yes- yes -yes” The words kept tumbling from your mouth.

“Good girl, that’s it, just like last time” Alfie whispered and your body was unhinged, muscles pulled impossibly taught.

“Cum”

Your whole body snapped, if they didn't have such a tight grip on you, you're sure that they would have been pushed out by the force of your orgasm. They fucked you through it till you were spasming and contracting, full of their seed. Both of them were breathing hard but they let you have your moment. Trapped there impossibly full.

You closed your eyes and relaxed, air finally filling your lungs at a reasonable pace.

“Come here, love” They got you untangled and Tommy pulled you up into his chest. He took you into the bathroom to help clean up. He had to do most of the work but he didn't seem bothered by it.

Just like last time you fell into a deep sleep pinned by their large bodies.

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