unrequited! Tommy Shelby x reader / Alfie Solomons x reader
Warnings: violence, swearing, smut
Summary: unrequited love sucks, until you move on and they realise they've lost you for good
word count: 2.3k
Loosely based on 'hurts like hell' by madison beer
Your fingers were clasped around the glass of whiskey in your hand so tight that it was a miracle it hadn't shattered into tiny pieces.
You were supposed to be happy for him; your best friend was finally cheery. Instead, you were at the bar, watching as he twirled her around as they danced – a bright smile on both their faces.
You should be out there, dancing in his arms; celebrating the successful business deal at the bar that Alfie Solomons had invited you to, yet here you were sulking. The earlier conversation between the both of you continuously running through your head, which you were trying to drown out with alcohol.
"Tom, I have to tell you something-"
A deep exhale echoed through Tommy's chest as he pinched the bridge of his nose and held a palm out towards you. "Don't do this Y/N, not after the good day we had. I finally got Solomons to agree to the deal – let's toast to the win."
"Thomas, I'm trying to tell you that I fucking love you!"
An unsettling silence settled around you, as his eyes finally met yours; the only sound being the ticks from the grandfather clock in the corner of the room and your laboured breathing.
"I don't - I'm sorry Y/N, I don't feel the same," he whispered, a soft pitying expression settling over his features. "I'm in love with Grace. We're still friends, yeah?"
"Yeah, promise."
With tears threatening to spill, you downed the rest of your drink before gesturing the barman over to you. Seeming to know what you needed, the older man placed the bottle in front of you and you didn't even bother to pour it into your glass; taking a swig straight from the bottle.
"What's got a pretty lady like yer' all in the slumps?"
Jumping at the sudden voice beside you, you turned your head to see none other than Alfred Solomons himself. There was a hint of a smile behind his beard, a curious gaze in his eyes.
"Rough day," you shrugged, offering him the bottle. Grabbing it, Alfie placed it to his lips and took a gulp before handing it back to you.
A chuckle passed his lips as he watched you drink, before he leant against the bar, his knuckles tapping on the wooden surface. "Wouldn't say it was a rough day, doll. We did make a deal, right, you were there – fuckin' challenging lil thing you are, yeah."
"I learnt how to bargain from Polly Gray, what'd you expect?" You teased back, knowing just how much you got Alfie to give up before you finally had a deal.
The Peaky boys were impressed, they all said as much when you left the bakery; and you were proud to have done so. Tommy had pulled you to his side, muttering about how Shelby women were always stubborn in the best of ways and it made your heart swell at the idea that he considered you a Shelby.
"Learnt how to argue, more like," Alfie retorted, taking the bottle out of your hands and putting it on the bar before sliding out of his seat. "Right, listen closely you stubborn woman, because this is a one time offer, yeah."
"What are you offering me, Mr. Solomons?"
With a hand held out in your direction, Alfie tilted his head slightly to the side. "I'm obviously offering a fuckin' dance, Miss Y/L/N, aye. What do you say, doll?"
"Do you even know how to dance, old man?"
"Oh, yer little minx," he snorted, a genuine smile finally making it's way onto his face. "Get yer' ass off that fuckin' chair and come dance with me before I walk right out of this fuckin' pub."
Teasingly rolling your eyes, you placed your hand in his as you stood from your chair. Your dark blue dress fanning out around you, the embroidered gems catching in the light making you look ethereal and Alfie couldn't help the small "fuckin' hell" that he let out under his breath.
With a small giggle, you tried to stabilise your footing as Alfie led you onto the dance floor. Pulling you to his chest, Alfie placed both his hands respectably on your waist and yours moved around his neck.
After a moment of just swaying, Alfie pulled slightly away so you were both looking at each other before pushing you away and twirling you under his arm; causing you to loudly giggle.
With a gentle tug you were back in his arms, swinging around more vivaciously. The laughter that was leaving your lips with every dip and lift that Alfie was putting you through, definitely caught the attention of those around you; but neither of you seemed to care in the moment.
Wrapping your arms back around his neck, Alfie respectably began to waltz on the spot with you, your head resting on his chest.
"I believe I've tainted your reputation, Mr. Solomons."
Gently tilting your head up so you were looking at him, Alfie smiled down at you. "It was a pleasure to have it tainted by you, yeah, but I'll set them back on track tomorrow."
"Of course you will," you chuckled, "can't have everyone thinking that Alfie Solomons has gone soft."
After another dance, Alfie took your hand and led you over to one of the booths at the side of the bar – the men who occupied it, quickly scurrying to their feet and leaving the area.
"Looks like my reputation is still in proceeding me, doll."
"Luckily," you chuckled, taking the seat opposite him; your hands resting on the table top. Looking around the room, your eyes met Arthur's and John's who were in the corner of the room – them looking at you in concern, but you just shot them a reassuring smile, causing John to go back to the girl on his arm; but Arthur's attention remained on you.
Ignoring his concern, your glance finally landed on Tommy and Grace who were also staring at both you and Alfie. Frustration was clear on Tommy's face, his eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched whereas Grace was offering you a confused expression.
Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to Alfie who was staring at you intently, an amused look conveyed just through his eyes – which were quite pretty if you were being honest.
"Why are you staring at me like that, Mr. Solomons?"
"They're protective of you aren't they, aye?" He grinned, placing his hands on the table just inches away from yours and you tried to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him taking your hands in his.
"I grew up with em'," you explained, "I'm not a Shelby by blood, but they consider me their sister, I guess."
"But you don't consider Tommy a brother, yeah?" Frowning, you moved to sit back against your chair, but Alfie quickly grabbed your hands. "I don't mean to be a nosy prick, I just noticed how you behaved around him. He's the one that's got you all down."
"No, you're right. I love him, but he-"
"Doesn't love you back romantically," he finished off for you. With a nod and sigh you looked down at your joint hands, before looking back at Alfie's face.
"I just want to forget those feelings, because it fucking hurts, been in love with him since we were teenagers. I don't want to love him anymore."
Looking up at the ceiling, you tried to hold back your tears because there was no way in hell that you were letting Alfie fucking Solomons see you cry, but instead Alfie squeezed your hand, causing you to slowly return your gaze to him.
"Alright, I'm going to be honest here, right love; I'm not fuckin' good at this shit – consoling people. But, I am pretty good at helping people forget, yeah? So what'd yer' say?" His head tilted as he questioned you. "Want to get out of here?"
Without saying anything, you raised to your feet – looking at Alfie expectantly.
"Well, are you coming or not Mr. Solomons?"
"Let's go, doll."
Heading towards the door, you ignored Arthur's yell of your name and the obvious scraping of Tommy's chair against the floor; following Alfie out of the pub.
✧✧✧
The second you passed the threshold of Alfie's front door, his lips were on yours and your legs were wrapped around his waist as he held you against the wall.
His hands worked on lifting your dress over your head, hastily tossing it behind him into the living room, while yours reached for his belt buckle – undoing it and quickly using your legs to push his trousers down his legs.
Trailing his lips down to your collarbone, Alfie reached behind you to unclasp your bra, before moving away to take you all in.
"Fuckin' Shelby doesn't realise he's missin' out on a goddess – I'm gonna make you forget all about that prick."
With a tight grip on the back of your thighs, Alfie instructed you to wrap your arms around his neck as he walked you both into his room – placing you down on his bed before crawling in over you.
Making quick work to undo the buttons on his shirt, Alfie threw it across the room before looking down at you.
"Yer' sure you want this?"
"Alfie," you sighed, wrapping your legs back around his waist. "I've never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly."
"Alright, just know that I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you'll forget that you ever had feelings for that asshole."
"I'm holding you to that, Mr. Solomons."
With a soft huff, Alfie leaned back down to place his lips back onto yours, it was a rush of clashing teeth and heavy breathing, but pretty soon you were both naked and Alfie's hand was in between your thighs, spreading your slick.
"You've barely been fuckin' touched and yer' making a mess."
"Alfie-" you moaned, his fingers sliding in and out of your tight cunt, head falling against the pillows as Alfie placed feather-like kisses across your chest. "Stop teasing me, please – I need you."
"Yeah, right, well I can't have a bird like you begging when I can do something about it, aye."
Quickly making work of switching your position, Alfie sat up against the headboard of the bed, tugging you onto his lap. His cock lined up against your entrance as you slowly sunk down onto him; a faint cry leaving your lips at the sensation of him finally filling you.
Your forehead pressed against Alfie's as his hands ran up and down your back in a soothing gesture.
"It's alright, yeah," he muttered, eyes closed at the feeling of you. "I'm fucking big, huh?"
A laugh tore through your throat as you pressed your head into his neck. "You're a cocky bastard, Alfie Solomons."
"A cocky bastard who has his cock in you."
"Christ! Shut up," you snickered, hands resting on his shoulders as you began to slowly move up and down, causing Alfie to emit a deep moan.
"Got yer' to relax didn't I?"
Shaking your head, you continued your actions, breathing picking up as you sped up your movements. Alfie's mouth parted, his hands gripping your hips as he began to meet your thrusts with his own.
"Does that feel good?" He breathlessly questioned, "you like having my cock in yer'?"
A barely audible 'yes' left your lips, but that was enough for Alfie to quickly flip you both over, one of his hands pressing against the wall above your head, the other moving one of your legs higher up his waist.
The new angle caused you to whine in pleasure. Alfie's thrust were deep and sensational, his movements confident and calculated. The feeling was raw, and had your mind spinning – barely able to form words.
Alfie's hand against the wall, moved downwards until it found yours beside your head, his other gripping your hip to stabilised you. His hand that was gripping your hip was tight enough to hold you steady but not tight enough to harm you – the one holding your hand as a gesture of comfort.
You didn't realise how amazing sex could feel, until you were laying beneath Alfie. The past partners you had been with never understood how to pleasure you – always too focused on reaching their high.
But here Alfie was, making sure that you were receiving as much pleasure as he was. His lips pressing soft kisses against your neck – beard tickling your skin. It was intimate. It was yours.
You could feel yourself drawing closer to the edge, your palm coming to rest against his cheek as he placed his forehead against yours again. His eyes shut, face expressing nothing but pleasure as you pulled him into a tender kiss.
It didn't take long until you were clenching around Alfie, legs slipping from around his waist as you came undone. The feeling of you around him and your delicate moans in his ear caused Alfie to be pushed into bliss. With a breathless gasp of your name, his head found it's place back in the crook of your neck.
His thrusts slowed down, letting you both recover from your highs, before he pulled out of you – causing a whimper to leave your mouth at the feeling of being empty.
A kiss was placed against your forehead as Alfie rolled onto the other side of the bed with a grunt before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side.
"You forget?" He mumbled after you had both caught your breath, his hand rubbing up and down your arm and back.
With a small grin, you looked up at Alfie and muttered an, "about what?" causing him to chuckle.
"That's a gal. Right, well, do yer' want to stay the night?"
Nodding, you shut your eyes and tucked yourself into Alfie – trying to get impossibly closer, if it was physically possible.
The Shelby's were going to be beyond pissed off at you, but you were past caring when you were in nothing but utter bliss – they would have to wait until tomorrow.