MoJoMouse

In a million years you’d have expected to get that reaction from Alfie. After all, it was only a joke, right? A very inocent joke with no real meaning behind, or at least that's what youd been saying to yourself for months now.

You loved Alfie. God, you did. He was everything for you, there was no questioning it, no comparing him to anyone else. He was yours, the man of your life. And in the bedroom? Nothing was missing. The sex was good, more than good, it was raw, rough, passionate, dirty. He made you scream, made you cry, made you feel like the only woman in the world. He worshipped your body like it was holy and he ruined it like it was his to destroy. But lately… there was an itch.

That itch had a name, and it was Thomas Shelby. You’d seen him in the corridors of Alfie’s distillery after meetings, when deals were being made over whisky and cigarettes. Always in a tailored suit, always with that sharp jaw and cold stare, and every single time his eyes landed on you, your breath faltered. It wasn’t that you wanted to fuck Tommy. Not technically, at least. You didn’t want to be alone in the bedroom with him, you didn’t crave his touch the way you did Alfie’s, but the idea of both of them in the same room, with you in the middle, naked and trembling and ruined by two of the most dangerous men in England? That was something you couldn’t shake.

Today Alfie came home with the same sour look he always wore after a meeting with Tommy. His eyes looked tired, his hat was crooked, and he had his coat thrown over one arm like he’d fought a storm and lost.

You were already curled up on the settee in one of his old shirts, reading some book you hadn’t been paying much attention to anyway. “Go on then,” you said, lazily turning a page. “Did he insult your hat again?”

“No, love,” Alfie said, “but I ought to ’ave smacked him clean across that posh jaw for suggesting I lower my rum prices."

“Oh, the horror.” You finally looked up. “Tommy Shelby, asking for a discount. Can’t imagine it.”

Alfie grumbled something about stuck-up Brummie bastards and went about slamming glasses on the table, pouring two fingers of rum and tossing it back like it owed him money.

You waited a moment. “So,” you started, trying to keep your tone casual, but biting back a grin. “Did you two shake hands or just eye-fuck the whole meeting like usual?”

Alfie paused mid-pour of another glass. “What did you just say, love?”

You bit your lip. “Just saying, darling. I’ve seen how intense those meetings with you and Tommy get." You tilted your head and smirked. “You can’t blame a girl for wondering what it’d be like to be in the bedroom with two men like that."

He turned slowly to look at your face. “Oh,” he said, voice a little too calm. “You think you’re bloody funny, do you?”

You giggled. “Well. You and him and me in the same bed? I’d pay to see what that’d look like. Maybe I should just pass by next time you two have a meeting and let you two settle things with your cocks instead of your words.”

You didn’t expect him to say anything back. Usually he’d just lovingly call you a mad little tart. Maybe a comment like that would earn you a few spanks, not that you’d complain, you loved that.

But this time? Alfie looked at you like he was actually thinking about it, considering it.

“…You’re serious, aren’t you, my love?” he asked, slowly, like he was watching for cracks in your expression.

You laughed, trying to shake it off, making it all seem like a stupid joke. “No. Alfie, I was just—”

“No, you are serious,” he said, coming closer, drink still in hand. “You said it. Said the words right out your filthy mouth. So don’t backpedal now, darlin’.”

You sat up a bit straighter, you book was discarded at this point of the conversation.

“Alfie. You’re not actually considering—”

“Look,” he said, voice lower now, like he was negotiating. “If you’re dead set on bein’ fucked by two blokes at once, then I’d rather it be someone I know. Someone I trust not to, y’know, ruin you, right? Hurt you. And who better, right, than the fuckin’ devil I know best?”

“Tommy Shelby is who you trust to fuck me?”

He shrugged, like why not. “If he says yes, then at least I’ll know he’s got taste, don’t I?”

You stared at him. Was he really agreeing so nonchalantly to fulfill your biggest fantasy?

“Are you seriously saying you’d share me?”

Alfie cocked his head. “Now see, I never said share, did I, love? You’re still mine. Always.” He leaned closer, his knuckles brushing your knee. “I don’t like sharin’, right? Don’t fuckin’ do it. But the thought of seein’ you like that… All spread and messy, yeah, takin’ both of us like a good little girl… That’s not sharin’. That’s me lettin’ someone witness what I already own.”

Your thighs pressed together, and of course he fucking noticed.

“Oh, now she’s quiet,” Alfie said, smug. “Now she’s bloody contemplative, eh?”

You tried to match his tone, flippant, but your voice came out breathier than you liked. “You’d get jealous. You know you would. You can’t even stand when someone looks at me on the street for more the five seconds.”

“I’d be in control,” he said, eyes dark. “That’s different.”

You swallowed. "What would you even say to him?" You asked, trying to test the waters. “Dear Mr. Shelby, my missus and I would like to formally invite you to—” You laughed too hard to finish the sentence, but Alfie wasn’t laughing, not really, he looked like a man possessed by the thought of it now.

“I’d tell him the rules,” Alfie went on. “No kissin’ your mouth. That’s mine. No finishin’ in you. That’s mine, too. He’d do as he’s fuckin’ told or I’d break his nose before he got his trousers down.”

“Jesus Christ, Alfie.” You stared at him, perplexed. "You’re really thinking about it."

“Of course I bloody am!” he said innocently. “You started this, darlin’. Don’t go actin’ scandalized now.”

You were warm all over now. A little dizzy. What had been nothing but a dirty little fantasy you’ve kept hidden for months, now was a step closer to become reality.

“You’d like it, wouldn’t you?” he murmured. “Me watchin’ while you took him. Me talkin’ you through it. Tellin’ him what to do. Where to touch your pretty body.”

“Alfie—”

He stepped between your legs, hand around your jaw, thumb dragging down your lower lip. “You’d cum so fuckin’ hard,” he whispered, “with both our cocks in your mouth.”

You felt like your bones, your skin, every fiber of your being, slowly melting.

“But he doesn’t touch you unless I say. He doesn’t get a single fuckin’ sound out of you unless it’s with my permission. You understand?”

You nodded, feeling your heart throb in your throat, and the heat pool in your belly.

“Say it,” he ordered, his eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them.

“He doesn’t get me unless you allow it.”

“Fuckin’ right he doesn’t.”

He watched as Tommy arrived to his office with his coat damp from the light rain outside, boots stomping hard on the floor like he owned the place, the kind of noise that made Alfie grit his teeth.

“Alfie.”

“Tommy.”

A single word between them always carried the weight of ten. Tommy dropped into the chair across from him, coat draped lazily, cap resting on the table.

“Still broodin’, are ya?” Alfie said. “Tell me somethin’, mate, you ever tried smilin’? Just once, yeah? Might throw people off. Might stop ‘em thinkin’ you’re five seconds away from blowin’ the whole fuckin’ place every time you bloody blink.”

Tommy took a drag of his cigarette. “Wouldn’t be the first time I threaten you with blowin’ up this place."

They grinned at each other like enemies who’ve decided to stop trying to kill each other and just flirt with the idea of it. Their meeting went on as usual, they talked about schedules, shipments, a few threats in between. It was halfway through the second whiskey when Alfie leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowed thoughtfully, it was time to bring up the real reason of why he’d asked Tommy to come.

“…Can I ask you a question, mate?”

Tommy didn’t even look up. “You already are. Doesn’t mean I’ll answer it.”

Alfie licked his teeth. “Say you knew a woman, right? Sweet thing. Smarter than me and you combined. Big eyes. Wicked mouth. Real filthy imagination. And say—purely hypothetically, of course—that she had this little fantasy. A cravin’, you could call it.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow slowly. “What sort of cravin’?”

Alfie smirked. “The kind that involves you, mate. And me. And her. All at once. Preferably with fewer clothes and more tongue involved.”

There was a big pause, the room stayed completely silent for a couple of minutes, even Tommy’s cigarrete froze mid-air between his fingers.

"Are you talkin’ about your missus?" Tommy asked, his tone was as sharp and unreadable as ever.

“Not my missus, technically, under the eyes of God, right,” Alfie replied, scratching his beard with a thoughtful hum. “But spiritually? Yeah. She’s mine. My girl.”

Tommy exhaled, slowly. “This is a joke.”

“No mate, I’m deadly serious.”

“You’re proposin’ a threesome.”

“I’m proposin’ a carefully orchestrated evenin’ of indulgence, right? Supervised by me, of course.”

Tommy chuckled dryly, shaking his head. “Christ, Alfie.”

Alfie’s grin stretched wider. “Look, mate, you’re a handsome fucker, I’ll give you that, right?” he said, gesturing vaguely like it pained him to admit it. “And she’s a curious woman, my girl is. Always wantin’ to try things. And who the fuck am I to say no to her, eh? What my woman wants, my woman bloody gets. ‘Cause I’m an open-minded bastard, I am, generous even.”

Alfie sipped his drink before he continued. “But if anyone’s gonna touch her, it’ll be with my permission. On my terms. Because make no mistake, mate, she belongs to me. I’ll just be allowin’ you to get a taste of paradise."

Tommy’s jaw twitched. "And what are those terms?"

"You don’t kiss her, that’s off fuckin’ limits," Alfie growled. "Cummin’ inside her? Off fuckin’ limits as well. You fuckin’ listen to me, yeah? What I tell you to do, you do. If I tell you to stop, then you fuckin’ stop."

Tommy studied him, and nodded slowly. "And why do I get in return that’d make it worth my time?"

Alfie leaned in with a mad gleam in his eyes. "Oh mate... You’ll get the chance to touch heaven with your hands," He gave him a wicked grin. "And with your cock."

Thomas Shelby was coming over for dinner tonight. Alfie insisted on fresh bread and proper wine, you’d lit candles and sat the table with the good dishes. You stood in the mirror before he arrived, adjusting the soft red silk dress Alfie told you to wear, the one that clung to every curve of your body. Your nipples were already hard under it, no bra, of course, it was Alfie’s instructions. He wanted Tommy to eat dinner knowing what was coming for dessert.

He came up behind you, beard brushing your neck, hands steady on your waist. “Fuckin’ vision, you are,” he murmured. “He’s gonna walk in here and forget every line he rehearsed.”

You looked up at him in the mirror. “You nervous?”

He huffed a laugh. “No, love. I’m ready. You?”

You hesitated, then nodded, but it wasn’t exactly nerves you felt, it was heat, on your chest, on your belly, and in between your legs.

“Don’t worry, my love,” Alfie reassured you. “If you want him gone, at any point, right? You just say the word, and I’ll kick that wanker out the door.”

Dinner was a slow simmer of tension. Tommy was quieter than usual, but his eyes never left you. His fingers tapped the table, he watched the way you cut your food, the curve of your legs under the tablecloth. You felt his gaze on you like he was analyzing your every movement.

Dessert barely cleared the table before Alfie stood “That’s enough sugar,” he said gruffly. “C’mon.”

He led the both of you to the lounge, candles already lit there too, pillows laying on the floor, all of it was engineered for a night of pleasure between the three of you. And then Alfie sat down in the armchair like a king awaiting his performance.

You looked between them.

Alfie’s legs were spread, his pants already tented. Tommy stayed standing, sipping rum slowly, his face tried to remain unreadable, but the heat in his eyes betrayed him.

Alfie smirked. “Get on your knees, love.”

You obeyed, feeling the soft carpet under your legs. Your breath came quick. This was it, the moment you’ve awaited for months, now finally crawling out of your imagination and becoming real.

Alfie nodded toward Tommy. “Start with him.”

Your hands reached for Tommy’s belt with trembling fingers. He didn’t move to help you, he just watched as you unfastened the buckle, unzipped his trousers, and freed him from his briefs.

He was already hard. You hadn’t expected an astonishing size, not because you thought less of him, but because he was shorter than Alfie, who was broad and obscene in every way. But Tommy’s cock surprised you, it was significantly longer than you’d imagined, a little thinner than Alfie’s thick girth, but the length of it was truly impressive, and it was a gorgeous cock, just so pleasant to look at. Sleek and uncut, the skin gently pulled back just enough to reveal a dark pink, flushed tip, already glistening with the beginning of pre-cum.

You licked your lips and leaned forward, tongue flattening against the head of his cock. Slowly, teasingly, you took him into your mouth, inch by delicious inch, until your lips touched the base and your throat ached around him.

Tommy groaned. “Christ,” he murmured. “You’re fuckin’ perfect, aren’t you?”

You moaned around him, your pussy getting wetter by the second. It was such a big stretch on your mouth, but you welcomed it with eagerness to prove him how good you could be.

Alfie grunted from the chair. “That’s my girl, eh? Look at you. Mouth full of another man’s cock, and I’ve never seen you prettier.”

You kept sucking Tommy, hollowing your cheeks with each pull, the wet sounds were echoing obscenely in the room, and you just knew how hard Alfie’s cock had to be from just listening to those sounds, from watching you suck another cock.

Your fingers, slick with spit, worked the base of Tommy’s cock, stroking what your mouth couldn’t quite fit. He was breathing hard now, his abs were tightening, hips twitching every time you swirled your tongue under the crown. Tommy’s hand slid into your hair, letting his fingers tangle gently at the roots, he wasn’t rough, just trying to direct your movements.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Takin’ me so deep. So good. You do this often for him?”

“She does,” Alfie rasped. “And she loves it. Loves makin’ a mess on her knees.”

“You lucky fucker.” Tommy whispered.

Alfie looked both amused and proud. His hands rested on his lap, watching his woman on her knees, with her mouth stuffed with Thomas Shelby’s cock. But it was still his game, his rules, he was in control.

“Alright, love, show him how you can deep-throat it, yeah?” Alfie commanded with that deep voice of his.

You didn’t hesitate, you shifted slightly on your knees and took Tommy’s cock deep, straight down your throat in one long, practiced motion, until your nose pressed into his pubic hair. You gagged once, hard, your throat tightening instinctively around the thick intrusion, but you didn’t pull away, you stayed there, swallowing around him with little wet chokes that only made Tommy groan louder.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Tommy hissed, his hand gripping your hair tighter now, his restraint was crumbling bit by bit. “She’s…fuck…”

“Oh, I know, mate. Don’t hold back on her,” Alfie said with a chuckle. “She can take it. Ain’t that right, love?”

You moaned around the cock in your throat as an answer, the vibrations sending a visible shiver through Tommy’s legs. You kept sucking him like that, deepthroating again and again, pulling back only halfway before plunging him right back in, keeping your throat open, taking him to the root, gagging softly with each motion. There was so much drool spilling slowly from your lips, dripping messily onto your chin and down his shaft, making your strokes even slicker.

Your eyes flicked up to Tommy’s, glassy from the strain, mouth stretched wide around him, and the way his jaw clenched, like he was seeing the most sinful, beautiful thing in the world, made your cunt throb even harder.

You pulled back with a wet pop, eyes shining with tears. “Want you both.”

Alfie stood then, he unbuckled his trousers and let them fall. His cock was heavy and proud, the thickness of it was familiar to you.

“Come here, darlin’,” he said, voice lower now. “Now suck mine, yeah? Show him how greedy you can be.”

You turned your head and took Alfie into your mouth, moaning at the taste you knew so well, a little salty, a bit sweaty, and so undeniably him. The kind of taste that made your knees weak, that told your body who it belonged to. He cradled your head with both hands, his rough thumbs stroking your cheeks with surprising gentleness as he rocked his hips forward in slow rolls, letting you feel all of him.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he groaned. “Jesus, I love this mouth. Could die with it around me.”

Behind you, Tommy knelt in silence, his eyes were still dark with hunger. You gasped around Alfie’s cock the moment Tommy’s hands slid up your thighs, you could feel the drag of his knuckles against your covered pussy. He reached under your dress, letting fingertips graze the hem of your lace underwear, teasing the spot in the middle where you’d already soaked the fabric all through.

“She’s soaked,” he said with rough voice. “Drippin’ already.”

“She’s always wet when she’s suckin’ cock,” Alfie growled. “Now watch her choke on me, yeah? Watch how she works for it.”

You whimpered, more spit trailed down your chin, drool glistening across Alfie’s cock as he began to fuck your mouth with purpose. His grip in your hair tightened, forcing your head still while his hips rocked fast and deep, the thick length of him pushing down your throat over and over again until you were choking on it, gasping for air around him, nose wet, eyes glassy.

“Tha’s it, darlin’,” Alfie growled through his teeth. “Take it. Fuckin’ take all of it.”

Your hips suddenly jolted when Tommy dragged your soaked underwear down your thighs, the cold air hitting your slick heat. Tommy glanced up, his eyes meeting Alfie’s, silently asking him for permission.

“Go on,” Alfie said, giving him that nod. “She can take more. Can’t you, pet?”

You moaned, the sound was desperate around Alfie’s cock, and that was all the answer Tommy needed. He pressed two long fingers into your cunt, sinking in slowly but deeply, curling them just right, and fuck, he was so skilled, as if he had a map of your body.

“Fuck,” you gasped, pulling off Alfie for a breath. “Tommy—”

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Tommy muttered under his breath.

Alfie let out a harsh laugh, his fingers digging into your hair. “Yeah, mate. Tell me somethin’ I don’t know.”

You sucked Alfie again, sloppier and faster now, sobbing on his cock as Tommy’s fingers picked up rhythm. The squelch of your soaked cunt echoed through the room, mixing with the sound of your throat choking on Alfie’s cock. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes from how deep Alfie was fucking your mouth, but you didn’t let that stop you, you kept going even when Tommy’s fingers worked faster, merciless, hitting your g-spot over and over, until your thighs trembled and your knees nearly buckled.

“Enough,” Alfie growled. “Get her on the couch. Time for the main event.”

You barely remembered being carried by Tommy to the couch. You were stretched out there, open, for their taking. Your thighs were still trembling, you watched them both rise above you like devils. Alfie was already stroking himself, watching you with that possessive, starved look, the kind that said: You’re mine, mine, mine no matter who else touched you tonight.

Tommy stood beside him. “Who gets her first?” He asked, low.

“I fuckin’ do.” Alfie bared his teeth in a grin. “You fuckin’ watch and learn, Shelby.”

He leaned down, crashing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. “On your knees, darlin’,” he rasped into your mouth, “Want him at your lips while I’m buried deep in that sweet fuckin’ cunt of yours.”

You obeyed, scrambling to your knees on the couch. Alfie’s large hands seized your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he spread you wide, exposing your dripping, swollen folds to his eyes. He knelt behind you, the blunt, heavy head of his cock nudging against your soaked entrance, teasing for a moment before he guided himself in with one fast thrust, claiming you inch by torturous inch.

“Fuck, Alfie—!” you cried, as the sheer size of him stretched you open, your slick walls burning with the delicious ache.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he growled, his hips rolling to sink even deeper. “Nice an’ loud. Let him hear how you scream when you’re split open on my cock.”

The stretch was overwhelming, your spine arching sharply as your mouth fell open in a silent gasp. He sank deeper, filling every inch of your pulsing cunt until your ass pressed flush against his hips, his coarse hair brushing your skin.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he grunted. He’d never get tired of your tight cunt, of the way it greedily gripped him, how it always molded perfectly to his thick cock, milking him with every twitch. “Always so fuckin’ tight for me, my woman, like you were made to take me.”

Tommy stepped in front of you, his cock was still slick with your spit from earlier. He cupped your chin, but his eyes moved to Alfie. “She always make those sounds for you?”

Alfie groaned, starting to move in and out of you. “Wait ‘til she’s got your cock back in her mouth, she’ll purr.”

You parted your lips, desperate to feel the thick stretch of his cock again. Your tongue was already lolling out. Tommy didn’t hesitate, he slid himself into your waiting mouth, hissing at the contact. His hand cradled your cheek, as he slowly fed his throbbing cock past your lips.

“Tell him, love,” Alfie ordered you. He wanted Tommy to know how good he could fuck his girl. “Tell him how good I feel.”

You pulled off Tommy’s cock with a wet gasp. “He’s—fuck—he’s so deep, Tommy. He knows how to hit it. Fills me just right.” Your voice broke on a moan as Alfie slammed into you again, your whole body jerking forward with the force of his thrusts.

Tommy’s jaw clenched, it was clear that Alfie knew how to hit every spot inside you to make you feel good, and he was getting impatient already to feel your tight hole squeeze him. You looked so irresistible being fucked into next week while still trying to focus on sucking his cock. Before he could say a word, you didn’t let another second pass, you leaned in and took him back into your mouth. You were caught between them, your body was trembling, feeling too much, Alfie’s thick cock pounding into your cunt from behind in powerful thrusts, making your tits bounce with every slap of skin on skin, while Tommy’s cock stretched your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with each roll of his hips.

“Take it like a fuckin’ good girl. Yeah? Show him what I taught you. Show him who owns this pretty little cunt.”

Tommy’s voice was softer than Alfie’s. “Look at you,” his free hand cupped your breast, his fingers rolling your nipple between them. “So beautiful like this. Full of cock and still wantin’ more, eh?”

Your muffled whimper vibrated against Tommy’s cock. He pulled out slowly, dragging his length across your tongue, leaving your lips glossy with spit. His thumb grazed over them, smearing the slick mess across your pout.

You cried out as Alfie’s thrusts turned merciless, his hips were slamming into you with a punishing rhythm. Each brutal stroke stretched your abused, cunt to its limits, the slick burn of him was filling you so completely you could barely stand it. “God—Alfie—” you gasped, feeling how your back responded, your back arching like a cat in heat, your ass pushing back against him in need.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he panted. “Too fuckin’ much, ain’t it? You’re already so close. That greedy little cunt’s flutterin’ ‘round my cock like it’s beggin’ for me to ruin it.”

Your body quaked as your climax tore through you, the pleasure crashing over every nerve, leaving you sobbing. Alfie’s grip on your hips tightened, and with one final thrust, he came. He spilled thick, and hot ropes of cum deep inside your pulsing core. As he slid out, the wet sound of his retreat filled the air. His creamy release seeped from your wrecked cunt, lazy white trails dripping down your trembling thighs, pooling messily onto the couch beneath you.

“Your turn,” Alfie rasped with satisfaction. He guided you down, easing you onto your back on the couch. Your legs fell open, your thighs still glistening with Alfie’s release, it was an invitation for Tommy to claim you next.

Tommy knelt between your spread legs, and he gripped himself, stroking once, and twice, before lining up at your dripping entrance. He took his time, he was torturously slow. The blunt head of his cock nudging against your swollen folds, and with a hiss, he pushed inside, inch by agonizing inch, stretching you open in a way that made your back arch off the couch.

You cried out, you were still pulsing from Alfie’s thick cum coating your walls, your clit throbbing from the climax that had shattered you moments before. Tommy’s cock was a different beast, hitting angles that made your nerves scream, your over-sensitive cunt was already clenching around him, greedy for more despite the ache.

“Fuck—oh fuck,” Tommy growled under his breath, as he sank deeper into you. “She’s so fucking tight, Alfie. So full of your cum.” His hips snapped forward, finding a deep rhythm, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you spread wide for him.

Every time Tommy pulled out, his cock glistened coated in your slick and Alfie’s creamy cum, the mixture was obscene and so fucking filthy it made his cock twitch harder with every thrust. He groaned as he watched the mess slick down your inner thighs and cling to your folds before he shoved himself back in again.

The stretch felt new, Alfie’s cum was making it all slippery, letting Tommy glide in with a ruthless pace. His thrusts were controlled, but every one hit like a punishment, it was so different from Alfie’s usual rhythm, which was messier and uncoordinated. Alfie fucked like a mad beast, Tommy fucked like a man on a mission.

“Fuckin’ filthy mess,” Tommy snarled, one hand digging into your hip, his other hand came down with a sharp smack against your clit, the pain and sting ripped a cry from your throat. “So fuckin’ full. Can’t believe he just left you drippin’ for me like this.”

He struck your clit again, his slap was harder this time, it echoed in the air as your hips bucked involuntarily. Tommy’s lips curled into a grin, and another brutal smack landed, your swollen, and reddened clit was pulsing under the assault of his hands, it was growing puffier, practically begging for more despite the sting. He didn’t stop, another cruel slap followed the last, then one more, each hit made a fresh gush of your arousal mix with Alfie’s seed.

“Didn’t tell me this one loves bein’ punished,” Tommy’s eyes flicked to Alfie with amusement, his hand hovered over your throbbing clit as if daring you to beg for another slap.

“Filthy thing can’t resist a good spanking,” Alfie replied. He was beside you now, one knee on the couch, his hand was already guiding your face toward him. His cock was hard again, the veins bloated and glistening with the remnants of both your juices and his release. He couldn’t help it, watching you like this… so used, dripping his cum, and still being fucked by another man, it was flipping something primal inside him. It was his girl being ruined, and it made him feral.

He gripped his thick cock tightly by the shaft, and brought the swollen tip down hard against your cheek, the smack made it sting. He dragged it slowly along your cheek again and again, painting warm trails of pre-cum across your face.

“C’mon, love,” he growled. “Open that pretty mouth and suck me proper while he fucks you full. Don’t you dare get lazy.”

Slowly, he rubbed the head all over your lips, teasing you as he pressed it repeatedly against your mouth, demanding attention without words. You opened your mouth, and Alfie groaned when your lips wrapped around him once more. His hand tangled tighter in your hair, guiding your movements.

Above you, Tommy’s thrusts grew brutal, each one was heavier. He let out a grunt and shifted his grip. His hands found your thighs, yanking them up and folding your legs against your chest, bending your body in half until you were splayed open at his mercy. The new angle drove his long cock deeper, splitting you open with strokes that made you cry, your overworked cunt was clenching around him in desperate surrender.

“Fuck—Tommy—God, don’t you fucking stop, please,” you sobbed. He was fucking you so good, pounding into your dripping and cum-soaked core with ferocity. You could barely process that Alfie had just fucked you senseless, and now Tommy was ruining you just as thoroughly.

Your entire body trembled violently, this new position was forcing Tommy’s cock to slam into that sensitive spot inside you, each thrust was sending shockwaves of both pleasure and pain through your core. You cried out around Alfie’s cock, there was drool spilling down your chin as you struggled to keep sucking.

“She’s clenchin’ so fuckin’ tight,” Tommy murmured. “Fuck, she loves this.”

“’Course she does,” Alfie’s hips kept rocking, forcing his cock deeper into your throat with every thrust. “She’s our filthy little whore tonight, ain’t you, love? Takin’ us both like you were made for it.”

You moaned around his shaft, the vibration pulling groans from both men.

“Fuck, you feel how hard you’re squeezin’ my cock?” Tommy’s thrusts were growing erratic. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re gonna milk me dry. You close, yeah? ‘Cause I’m—fuck—I’m right there—”

Tommy’s fingers expertly found your clit, he drew fast circles that were methodical and practiced, like he knew exactly how to pull an orgasm from your body with the least amount of effort. You barely had time to process it, to whimper his name, before your cunt clamped down around him, spasming hard as the climax took over you.

Alfie’s eyes burned with hunger, fixed on your face as your lips parted in a desperate cry, your throat clenching tight around his throbbing cock. It was too much… your trembling body, your muffled sobs vibrating against him. With a groan, he came, and thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your mouth, coating your tongue. You swallowed instinctively, choking slightly as you struggled to take every drop, still breathless and shaking, trying to come down from your high.

“Take it—yeah, take it all like a good fuckin’ girl—” he growled, his eyes were wild.

The sight of you gulping down Alfie’s release while your ruined cunt clamped down around him, pushed Tommy past his limit. “Fuck, fuck—Jesus fuckin’ Christ—” he snarled. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep and pump you full of his own cum, to mark you inside and out, but he knew Alfie’s jealousy would end with a bullet in his skull.

He pulled out just in time, his fist wrapping tight around his pulsing cock as his orgasm tore through him. Tommy came with force, and his hot, pearly cum spurting in forceful arcs, splattering across your body, ropes of it painting your lower stomach, your thighs, and your flushed pussy, already swollen and glistening from being used, and fucked raw by two men. You were completely exhausted, and both men looked at you like you were some divine, ruined goddess laid bare before them.

The mood was different tonight. It didn’ feel as experimental as that first time the three of you shared last week. Now it felt more familiar, like you had finally come to accept what this was, not just a one-time thing, but something that could turn into a routine.

You were kneeled before them, their trousers undone, their beautiful cocks already out, both of them hard and waiting for your mouth to act. Alfie was on your left and Tommy on your right. You started with Alfie, running your tongue up the underside of his shaft, savoring the salty flavor of his dick.

Tommy’s eyes went darker as he watched you move toward him, your mouth already parted inviting him to slide in. You reached for him with one hand, spitting into your palm with ease, then wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock.

“Fuckin’ hell, girl…” he muttered, but you were already leaning in, sinking your mouth down on him, the stretch making your eyes water.

You made it messy on purpose, obscene, filthy, exactly how they both liked it. Switching between them with wet, greedy slucks, strings of spit and pre-cum stretching between your lips and their cocks as you moved from one to the other.

You flattened your tongue against Alfie’s tip, licking a broad stripe before swallowing him halfway, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked him deep, your hand working Tommy so his cock wouldn’t feel left out. Then you pulled off with a pop, spit running down your chin, and turned toward Tommy, running your tongue over the head like you were tasting something glorious. “Mmm… still sweet.” you teased with a smile before sucking him in slowly, your lips stretched wide, your eyes fluttering shut, you caught Alfie’s cock in your hand, slick with your spit, and pumped it slow while your mouth focused on Tommy’s.

You could feel the tension sparking between them, not just for you, but between each other. The way their eyes would flick to one another, how Alfie’s jaw clenched just a little tighter every time you moaned around Tommy, how Tommy’s breathing hitched whenever Alfie let out a filthy groan when it was his cock in your mouth.

You pulled off them both slowly, strings of spit and pre-cum, bridging from one cock to the other. You sat back on your heels, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, and looked up at them with a grin so devilish it made both men pause.“You two ever think about kissing?”

Both of them stiffened. Alfie was the first to speak. “What did you say?”

“You know,” you purred, one hand still stroking each of them. “Kissing. Each other.”

Tommy scoffed, looking away sharply. “That’s not—fuckin’—don’t be daft.”

Alfie made a face. “That’s a fuckin’ poofter thing, innit?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh please, you’re both happy to share my mouth. Share my cunt. Cum on me together. But your lips can’t touch?”

Neither answered, you leaned in closer, licking a line up Alfie’s cock again, then twisting to tongue the head of Tommy’s. “Are you scared, boys?”

Alfie glared. “Don’t push it, love.”

You smirked. “Come on, why not?”

Tommy shifted. “It’s not done.”

You giggled. “Well. I’m not asking the rest of society to join. I’m asking you two.” You dropped your voice to a whisper. “I want to see it. My men. Kissing. Cocks hard, lips together.”

They still didn’t move, you could tell the idea was slowly sinking in their minds, but both of them were too afraid to do something about it, too full of prejudices to take that first step. So you did, you stood up on your feet and reached for them both, your hands on their stiff necks, as you slowly pushed their faces together. At first there was resistance, as if their muscles were protesting. Alfie muttering “fuckin’ hell” under his breath. Tommy growling “Jesus Christ—”.

But then their mouths met. It was hesitant at first, a little clumsy. Two prideful men tasting unfamiliar territory, lips brushing each other as if it was the first time they ever kissed someone. But then something in it shifted, Alfie tilted his head, his lips parting slightly, Tommy leaned in with more certainty and their mouths moved with intention now.

Tommy’s hand came up, slow fingers brushing against the scruff of Alfie’s jaw as if testing the weight of it, the feel of another man. The moment his thumb ghosted over Alfie’s cheekbone, you saw how Alfie’s breath hitched, a sound so foreign from him it made your cunt throb. You could see their wet tongues intertwining as the kiss deepened, Alfie’s lips closed around Tommy’s tongue, sucking on it with deliberate pressure.

It was messy, raw, a clash of dominance and hunger. Watching the two most dangerous men in your life, maybe in the city, maybe in the fucking century, tangled up in each other because you’d asked them to, because they wanted to please you. And when you leaned up between them, and slipped your own lips into the mix, they both groaned. The kiss became three mouths moving together, it was all teeth and tongue fighting agaisnt each other. Alfie bit your bottom lip, Tommy licked into your mouth. Their hands came to your hair at the same time.

When you finally pulled back, all three of you were panting.

You grinned. “I want more.” They both raised an eyebrow. You looked at Tommy first. “I want you to touch Alfie.” Then your eyes moved to Alfie. “And I want you to touch him.”

Their expressions tightened at the same time, there was an edge of discomfort in the way they looked at you, you could see the flinch of pride, of masculinity. their internal protest was clear, because kissing was one thing, it was just lips, but touching each other’s cocks? That was a completely different one.

“Yeah, see now, darlin’,” Alfie started slowly, “I don’t know what sorta club you think you’re runnin’ here—”

“Don’t be shy,” you interrupted sweetly, reaching to cup both their cocks. “You let me fuck you both at the same time, but your hands won’t even brush?”

“I think you’re mistakin’ this for—.” Tommy said.

“I’m not,” you whispered. “I just want to watch.”

Their silence stretched, you sat back on your heels. “Please, touch each other.” No one moved, you rolled your eyes and tilted your head. “Fine. I’ll help.”

You reached for Alfie’s hand first, wrapping his thick, ringed fingers around Tommy’s cock, forcing the man to hold it, to feel the heat, the weight of it. Tommy let out a sharp hiss through his teeth, his hips twitching forward from the touch.

Alfie’s brows furrowed, but he didn’t pull away. He was breathing heavy, eyes flickering between your face and where his hand was stroking another man’s cock for the first time. Then you turned to Tommy, reached for his soft hand, and guided it to Alfie’s shaft, thick and flushed, already twitching in need. You placed Tommy’s palm around it, curling his fingers to hold it just right.

For a split second, both men seemed frozen, still processing what what’s happening. Then they started with testing strokes at first, watching their own hands greedily wrap around each other’s cocks, their knuckles brushing wetly against the other’s wrist, the slick sound of pre-cum coating their fingers with every motion. Neither spoke, their hests heaved, jaws clenched, shoulders tensed, and every pulse of blood made their cocks twitch harder, the veins were throbbing, and slick glistening along their shafts, leaking heavy beads of pre-cum that dripped onto their hands. Every subtle flick of their fingers drove them further on the edge of losing control.

“Look at that,” Alfie muttered, still working Tommy’s cock. “Pretty little thing. Smaller than mine, though.”

“Fuck off,” Tommy said through gritted teeth, but even then his hand didn’t stop moving. “You’re delusional.”

You giggled, sitting between them, awestruck, your thighs pressed together, slick and aching with want. You could feel the heat between their bodies as they jerked each other off in front of you.

A quiet groan still slipped out from Tommy’s mouth as Alfie’s big hand twisted near the tip, spreading that sticky slick over the head of his cock. Alfie noticed the way Tommy’s hips bucked slightly into his fist and gave him a crooked smirk, like he was silently mocking him for how quickly he was enjoying it.

“What, didn’t expect it to feel that good?” Alfie muttered under his breath.

Tommy didn’t answer. He just exhaled, letting all his focus go into the way his hand moved over Alfie’s cock. Each stroke was curling around the shaft with a precision that made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing.

“God, look at you two,” you whispered, nearly dizzy with how wet it was making you. “Your cocks are so fucking hard for each other… can’t believe how much you’re leaking.”

They kissed once, putting on a show for you, like neither of them wanted to admit how good this felt.

You licked your lips and moaned. “Fucking hell,” you whispered. “You like showing off for me?”

Tommy exhaled a ragged breath, his hand moving faster along Alfie’s length, his wrist twisting with each upward stroke. His other hand gripped Alfie’s thigh, his fingers digging in as if to ground himself. Alfie’s hand mirrored him now, moving quicker, each movement filled with urgency. His eyes flickered between Tommy’s heated face and your parted lips.

“Shit,” Tommy moaned.

Somehow, touching another cock felt different than touching his own, even if the technique was the same. The texture and the weight of it felt foreign and familiar all at once. He didn’t dislike it, quite the opposite. There was something obscene and erotic in the way Alfie’s rough fist worked him, and in the way his own hand matched the rhythm, stroking Alfie in return. And you, watching from below, looking like you could combust right there on the floor, pressing your thighs together, only made this whole scene dirtier.

“Feels good, don’t it?”

“…Yeah.”

Alfie chuckled. “Doesn’t mean you’re a pansy, mate. Just means you like someone else who knows what a cock likes.”

“I want it on my face,” you said breathlessly, crawling forward on your knees. “I want you both to cum on me. At the same time.”

They both groaned louder now, like they’d finally dropped every last ounce of control. No more hesitation or shame, just two desperate men, chasing their high with fists curled tight around each other’s cocks, panting like animals in heat. You knelt between their legs with your tongue stuck out obediently, eyes wide and glistening with anticipation, ready to take whatever they gave you.

“Fuck, you’re so filthy,” Alfie growled. “You like bein’ used like this, eh, darlin’?”

Tommy gasped. “Fuckin’ perfect, mouth open, ready to take it, Jesus—”

Tommy was the first to spill, ropes of hot cum shooting across your tongue, lips and cheeks, a low moan falling from his lips as his body shook through the release. Not even a second later, Alfie followed, with a guttural “Fuuuckin’ hell—” as his cock jerked in Tommy’s hand, his own release painting your mouth, your chin, and even your neck.

Their cum dripped and streaked across your face, mixing with each other’s. Alfie’s was thicker, white and creamy, clinging to your skin in decadent drops, while Tommy’s was more translucent, pearly and watery but warm, sliding easily across your jaw and down your chin.

You savored the taste of both of them, slightly different, but both intoxicating in their own way. You licked your lips deliberately, collecting what you could, and swallowed with a soft sigh. Above you, they kept stroking themselves, lazily now, chasing every last pulse of that high.

Their cum ran in slow streaks down your chin and cheeks, your hair was still a little matted where Alfie’s hand had grabbed too tight, but neither of them had moved to clean you, because they hadn’t softened, they were still not done, both their cocks were still standing proud.

You smirked, licking your lips again. “You’re both still hard?”

Alfie grunted, reaching down to stroke himself slowly. “Fuckin’ course I am. Look at you, love.”

Tommy’s hand went to your face, his thumb wiping a stripe of his own release from your cheek. “You gonna let us use you a little more?” he asked lowly.

You smiled, filthy and pleased. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Alfie didn’t wait, he reached down and hauled you up onto the bed like a rag doll, turned you over and laid you flat on your back. You braced yourself on your forearms as he grabbed your hips, spit in his hand, and smeared it over your hole.

“So fuckin’ wet,” he muttered. “Can feel how warm you are. God, you’re soaked. Did it make you that wet, havin’ us both cum on your pretty fuckin’ face?”

“Yes,” you breathed, arching your back against the mattress, you were in desperate need for some relief. “Please, Alfie—”

He slid in with one smooth, punishing stroke that buried himself to the hilt in your slick heat. Your breath caught, the depth of it making your body jolt and your walls flutter around the sudden, perfect intrusion. There was never teasing with Alfie, no slow build, just that raw need so typical of him, and his cock stretching you full until there was nowhere else to go.

“Oh God—Alfie.”

“Yeah, that’s it,” he rasped, already setting a deep and brutal rhythm, his hips slapping against yours with loud, wet sounds. “Can feel me deep inside, can’t you? That messy little hole just suckin’ me in like it needs me.”

Tommy moved beside you, kneeling by your side on the bed. His fingers found your clit with a featherlight touch at first, but the moment he heard that first little gasp fall from your lips, he picked up the pace, letting his fingers move faster with every second.

You dropped your head back against the pillow with a broken moan, the tension coiling so tightly in your belly it felt like your body might shatter apart from pleasure. Between Tommy’s touch and the stretch still pulsing between your thighs from Alfie’s cock hitting your cervix, you were already so close again.

Tommy leaned close to your ear. “Gonna help him make you cum, yeah?”

You whimpered and nodded. His fingers kept rubbing those steady circles over your clit, slick from the mess leaking out in creamy rings around Alfie’s cock. It was filthy, Tommy playing you like an instrument while Alfie fucked you like he was trying to mark your womb.

“Touchin’ her’s unreal, isn’t it?” Alfie panted. “She clenches when you rub her, yeah? God, I can feel it, fuck, she’s squeezin’ me like a fist—”

“Let’s make her cum, then,” Tommy murmured.

“Please! Fuck, I’m gonna—” You screamed, the pleasure taking over your body.

“Cum, then,” Alfie growled. “Let him feel how messy you get. Let me feel it when you break on my cock.”

Tommy pressed down on your clit with perfect precision, and Alfie thrusted into you in that devastating angle, making you scream. Your entire body locked up, your orgasm ripped through you with a force that blinded you for a second, all you could see was black.

And then Alfie followed, he shouted curses in Hebrew, his voice barely recognizable. His hands clamped down hard on your hips while his fingers dug into your skin as he thrusted once, twice, and you felt him pulse, his cock twitching deep inside your soaked cunt as he came hard, filling you with rope after rope, his spend so warm you could feel it coating your insides, leaking around him with each throb.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Alfie muttered. “That’s the best I’ve ever had you, love. Ever.”

You mumbled something unintelligible, you were so wrecked already that you couldn’t properly speak.

Tommy chuckled, brushing hair from your face. “You’re drippin’,” he said.

Alfie pulled out slowly, and you whimpered at the wet slide, at the mix of cum and fluids that started dripping down your thighs.

“Yeah, mate. She’s fuckin’ drippin’ with my cum,” Alfie said turned to Tommy with a lazy grin. “You wanna fuck her now? you clean her first. With your tongue.”

Tommy’s gaze snapped up, like something had clawed at his pride. You saw the hesitation, the flicker of resistance. Alfie had given him an order, and Tommy Shelby wasn’t the kind of man who took kindly to being told what to do. But then his eyes dropped again to you, your legs spread wider and your breath hitched at the thought of Tommy lapping on your used cunt.

Your eyes met his, your voice was soft and pleading: “Please.”

That broke him, Tommy crawled forward, his eyes never leaving your dripping cunt, his mouth already tasting it before he even touched you. Alfie leaned back on his elbows, spreading his thighs a little wider, like a king on his throne. “Go on, then,” he muttered pleased.

Tommy settled between your thighs and then he licked, his tongue lapped at your folds in slow, deliberate strokes, tasting and savoring you. He followed the path of Alfie’s cum as it slid out of you, he cleaned it from your inner thighs, from your overstimulated clit, from the soft, swollen lips of your pussy, already fluttering around nothing, clenched and trembling with the threat of another orgasm.

Alfie groaned. “Look at that, love,” he rasped. “He’s eatin’ my fuckin’ cum out of you like he’s starvin’.”

Tommy’s hand gripped your thighs, fingers bruising as he licked deeper, cleaning every last drop, his tongue dragging upward to flick your clit. Your hips jerked off the bed, you were soaked again, and not just from the mess, but from your juices starting to drip out of you from the sight and the feeling of Tommy’s tongue on you.

He pulled back only when your whimpers turned sharp. “She’s clean now,” he said hoarsely. “Ready.”

Alfie grinned and nodded. “Very well. You’ve earned her.”

Tommy began to position himself at your entrance, one hand on your hip, the other guiding his cock, but Alfie’s voice stopped him.

“Nah, nah.” He leaned forward. “Love, show our boy Tommy here how you ride cock.”

Tommy froze for a second, but then he leaned back flat against the mattress, letting you take control. You shifted to straddle his lap, reaching between your legs to grip his cock. He grabbed your waist as you lined him up, and without waiting another second you sank down slowly on his thick member, moaning as he filled you completely.

His head fell back, hands gripping your waist tighter. “Jesus Christ.”

You started to move, grinding down slowly on Tommy, rocking your hips in deep circles. His cock pressed so perfectly inside you, each movement got him groaning beneath you. Then Alfie came up behind you, his large hands sliding over your waist and pulling you back against him. His chest was hot against your back, and his beard scratchy as it dragged across your shoulder.

“That’s it, love.” Alfie’s mouth was hot against your ear. “Bounce on it. Just like that. Look at his face, poor fucker can’t believe how good it feels. Mouth hangin’ open like he’s seen God.”

You obeyed, instantly moving faster, bouncing and over every inch of him with a desperate rhythm. Your thighs burned from the effort, but you didn’t stop… you couldn’t, not with the way Tommy’s cock filled you so perfectly.

“Fuckin’ hell…” Tommy’s hands gripped your hips, helping you move when your own body struggled to maintain the rhythm.

“She’s a fuckin’ vision, isn’t she?” Alfie said behind you, his eyes were locked on the way his girl was bouncing on another man’s cock, and all because he told her to. “Ridin’ you like she was made for it. Like her cunt knows you.”

Tommy’s hands were everywhere, sliding down to squeeze your thighs, then cupping your ass, spreading you open as you rode him. He couldn’t take his eyes off from where your bodies met, watching your slick drip down around his cock.

Your tits bounced wildly with every movement, shining with sweat. You felt Alfie’s mouth closing around your nipple, and you cried out, your pace faltering for just a moment as the sudden jolt of pleasure lit you up from the inside. His lips were hot, his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, and it was enough to make your back arch and your cunt clench hard around Tommy.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” Alfie growled. “Look at you, takin’ him so deep. Is he fillin’ you good, love?”

You nodded frantically, the words got lost somewhere in your throat. “Yes… yes, fuck, he feels so good, Alfie. He’s so good—”

Tommy groaned, his own hips thrusting up into you to meet your rhythm. “You’re perfect,” he breathed. “So fuckin’ tight.”

Alfie pinched your nipple hard between his fingers, just as his teeth sank into the other with a sharp bite. And your reaction had Tommy moaning from how tight your cunt gripped him.

“Nggghh, she’s squeezin’ me like a vice,” Tommy’s hands tightened on your hips to steady you.

“Come on,” Alfie ordered you. “Cum for both of us.”

You did, loudly. There was no holding it back, your orgasm hit you with electricity, making your pussy spasm around Tommy’s cock so hard he cursed under his breath. The sound of your cries echoed off the bedroom walls.

Tommy groaned, he was barely able to hold on. “Jesus fuck—she’s… she’s milkin’ me,” he panted. “Shit… I’m gonna—”

Alfie snapped: “You pull the fuck out now, mate.”

Tommy growled like it physically hurt him to pull out, but he obeyed. His hands gripped your hips with bruising desperation, yanking you off him just in time as he crawled over your body.

“Fuck—fuck—” he panted, his cock twitching furiously in his hand as he stroked himself fast. His cum spilled out in warm ropes across your belly, your thighs, even streaking the underside of your tits.

He collapsed forward onto his chest with a shaky groan, his body still still trembling with the aftershocks of the intense pleasure. His cheek pressed against your thigh as his breathing slowed. Alfie leaned down beside you, one thick arm braced beside your head as he used the other to gently brush the sweaty strands of hair from your temple. The three of you stayed like that, a mess of tangled limbs and sweaty bodies, and you couldn’t help but think, as your eyes closed, that there wasn’t another place in the world you’d ever choose to be.

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A/N: Now that’s what I call 9k words of pure porn. I think this one officially takes the throne as the filthiest thing I’ve ever written😮‍💨 I hope it scratched the itch for everyone who wanted to see that Alfie and Tommy threesome, cause I’ve been dying to write it!!

I’m definitely not opposed to writing a second part if you enjoyed this first one! Suggestions are very much welcomed, I’d love to hear what you’d like to see next. (Double penetration maybe? More Alfie and Tommy action?)

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The first thing Joel heard was your name.

He’d been walking past the courtyard at Jackson, half-thinking about nothing, when the voices reachrd him. A couple men leaning against the fence, muttering, laughing low in their throats. He wasn’t listening at first—until one of them said your name followed by words that made his stomach clench.

“That woman always got something to say, hell maybe she’s in need for a little spankin’” the men laughed.

Joel stopped dead in his tracks.

“That old boyfriend of hers probably isn’t giving her what she needs” he shrugged.

The men didn’t notice him at first, kept laughing, voices rough, careless. Joel’s hands balled into fists. He told himself to walk away, to be smart about it. But then he heard one of them describe exactly what he’d like to do to you—mocking, filthy—and that was it.

Joel’s body moved before his mind caught up.

He was on the man in a heartbeat, shoving him back against the fence so hard it rattled. “Say that shit again,” Joel snarled, voice like gravel ground against metal. “Go on.”

The man smirked, even as Joel’s forearm pressed into his chest. “What, you jealous old man? Everybody knows—”

The words cut off with Joel’s fist slamming into his jaw. The man staggered but came back swinging, and suddenly it was a fight—raw, messy, fists and blood and rage spilling into the open.

From across the yard, you saw it.

“Joel!” you shouted, breaking into a run. By the time you reached them, both men were heaving, sweat and anger written all over their faces. Joel had him pinned again, teeth bared like a wolf about to rip its prey apart.

You didn’t think—you just reached out, grabbed Joel’s shoulder, tried to pull him back.

He didn’t know it was you.

With a roar, Joel spun, grabbing the hand on him, and shoved hard. You hit the wall behind you with a crack that knocked the breath from your lungs.

The sound you made—sharp, startled, pained, cutthrough the haze like a gunshot.

Joel froze.

His eyes locked on you, wide, horrified, as you stood pinned against the wall, one hand clutching your side where it had struck. Fear flickered across your face—fear of him—and Joel felt the ground drop out from under him.

“Jesus. Baby-“ His voice broke on the word, rough and desperate. His hands hovered in the air like he was afraid to touch you, afraid of what he’d just done. “I didn’t—I thought—”

Behind him, the other man laughed, spitting blood onto the dirt. “Look at you. Big protector, huh? Can’t even tell when it’s your own woman you’re hurtin’.”

Joel didn’t move. Couldn’t. The taunts barely reached him over the sound of your uneven breathing, the way your eyes wouldn’t leave his face. Not with trust. Not with love. With something brittle, something broken.

And it gutted him.

Joel’s hand lifted halfway, trembling with the urge to touch you, to check you, to beg you to tell him you were all right.

“Baby—”

But the second his fingers reached toward you, you flinched. A sharp recoil, your body tightening against the wall like you expected another blow.

It stopped him cold.

He stumbled back a step as if you’d shoved him yourself, his chest caving in at the sight.

“What the hell’s goin’ on here?” Tommy’s voice snapped through the tension, boots pounding as he came running across the yard. He skidded to a halt, eyes darting from the bloodied man still clutching his jaw, to you pressed against the wall, to Joel—rigid, pale, silent.

The bastard Joel had fought gave a wet laugh, spitting another mouthful of blood onto the dirt. “Your big brother lost his mind. Went off on me, then threw his own woman into the wall. Real piece’a work you got here, Tommy.”

Joel’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t say a word. He couldn’t. The truth was worse than the taunt.

Tommy’s gaze snapped to you then, sharp, worried. He caught the wayyour arm was wrapped protectively around your ribs, the shallow, uneven rise of your chest. “You hurt?” he asked quickly, voice low but urgent.

You nodded, just barely.

Joel took a step forward on instinct, but Tommy moved instantly, sliding between the two of you like a shield. His hand came up, flat against Joel’s chest, halting him in place.

“I’ll take her,” Tommy said firmly, already angling his body to usher you away. “Get her checked out.” He looked back at his brother and gave him a reassuring nod to let him know he knew it wasn’t his fault. Judging by the tension still around them, the men just feet away taunting the situation, he figured it was best for Joel to leave.

Joel’s throat worked, but the words wouldn’t come. His hands flexed uselessly at his sides, every part of him screaming to fix this, to hold you, to explain. Finally, he forced something out—rough, hoarse.

“It was an accident.”

The words sounded hollow even to him. You knew it was an accident, it happened so quickly. You knew Joel would never do such a thing purposely, still, you had never seen that look in his eyes.

“I know” Tommy assured him, he of all people knew his brother would never hurt you.

“Just let me make sure she’s alright. You can come by after”

Joel stood silent, watching as Tommy guided you away. The sight of your body leaning slightly to the side, your arm braced against your ribs, burned itself into his vision.

The man he’d fought muttered another curse, another taunt, but Joel didn’t hear it. He was staring at you, and at the space growing between you, feeling something inside him splinter.

Joel slowly walked away from the group of men, he didn’t have fight left in him.

~~

Fractured ribs.

That’s how much force he had thrown you to the wall, that you fractured your ribs.

Your waist now wrapped up tightly, you could still feel an ache with each breath even with the pain medication.

“I’ve never seen him like that, Tommy. It didn’t look like my Joel” his brother stood at the foot of your bed with his hands on his hips. He knew exactly the look you were talking about.

“I know he didn’t mean to, it’s just…” you shook your head staring off into space, the thought of his eyes, dark, lost creeping into your mind.

“I’m sure he’s givin’ himself a good beatin’ about it. You know how Joel is about you.” You stood quiet with a slight nod.

“I’m not mad at him…I’m just-for second I thought he was going to do more. Until he realized it was me and then there he was again. But for just that split second I was terrified” Tommy didn’t speak, just a look of understanding. He’d seen his brother lost in that anger more times than he could count.

“You can tell him to come in” Tommy looked up somewhat surprised. You knew Joel was standing out there whether you wanted to see him or not, you knew he’d wait close by.

~~

Tommy walked out to find Joel a few feet away, his eyes wide filled with worry as he walked towards him.

“She alright?” Joel asked low.

“She’s gonna be fine, she just-“ Tommy looked away, hesitating to tell his brother the damage he’d accidentally done to the woman he loves.

“Tell me” Joel’s eyes darkened.

“What I do”

“Her ribs are fractured” Joel felt a punch to his gut. His eyes welling up with tears.

“Jesus Christ-“ he whispered turning towards the wall, disgusted with himself. How the hell could he have done this.

“You didn’t know it was her alright, it was an accident. She knows that-“

“Did you see the way she was lookin’ at me” Joel whispered in between heavy breaths, his eyes on his brother. Tommy knew how guilty Joel felt, his brother constantly protecting you from anyone or anything to be the one to cause you this harm.

“She wants to see you” Joel froze almost in disbelief, almost as if he wasn’t ready to see you. He looked at your door then back at his brother who gave him an encouraging look and a hard tap on the shoulder.

“Go on brother.”

~~

Joel lingered at the doorway, the sight of you in pain on the bed nearly forcing his gaze to drop. He didn’t move, caught somewhere between fear and helplessness, like a young boy unsure of how to navigate a world he couldn’t control. You could see it in him the moment you laid eyes on him, the guilt, the shame, he felt it all.

“You can come closer,Joel” he looked almost surprised by your request. Still hesitant, as if any movement he made might hurt you.

He walked slowly towards you, his hands in front of him, he stopped a few feet away.

“Closer” you spoke softly. He did as you asked until he was right beside you. The closer he got, the more intense his emotions became till he couldn’t hold it in.

“Baby-“ he shook his head, eyes wide with tears.

“I swear, I swear if I knew it was you-“

“I know” you whispered softly, your hand reaching for his.

His hand trembled as it brushed against yours, fingers hesitating before finally intertwining.

“I didn’t mean… I never…” His voice cracked, swallowed by the weight of what he’d done. He leaned down slightly feeling you pull him in, close enough that the heat from his forehead almost touched yours, but not daring to rest against you.

“It was an accident, Joel,” you whispered, pressing your hand lightly against his arm. “I know it wasn’t on purpose. I just never seen you so angry like that…” Your voice faltered for a moment, but you gave a small, reassuring squeeze. “…you didn’t mean what you did.”

He swallowed hard, blinking rapidly, as if trying to hold back everything he wanted to say. Finally, he let out a long, shaky sigh. “I should’ve been… I should’ve—”

You tightened your grip, stopping him. “Joel, look at me,” you said softly, lifting his chin with your fingers. “I’ll be fine, I’m fine” you assured him but he could see the discomfort you felt. Every ache you felt because of him.

His eyes searched yours, slowly, as if it took every ounce of strength, he lowered his forehead to rest against yours. “God… I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

You pressed a kiss to the side of his face and murmured, “I know. And it’s okay. Just… stay with me.”

He nodded against you, letting the weight of his regret ease slightly as he wrapped his arms around you, careful and tentative, as though holding you might somehow undo the accident. “I… I won’t let anything happen to you again,” he promised, voice low but determined.