Peaky Blinders. One shot and imagines

Assistant - Arthur x Reader

Arthur made his way to his office, stopping in his tracks, as he pushed open the already ajar door. She was doing it again, bending over his desk while she sorted out his paperwork; her skirt having inched high enough that he could see the tops of her stocking. Arthur having to stifle a low growl as he watched her. This woman was going to be the death of him; and if she was, then he couldn't help but think that it was the best way to go.

Tommy had insisted some time ago, that Arthur needed some help with the more mundane day to day matters that he hated having to deal with. All the paperwork and correspondence that might usually be left to one side as Arthur preferred a more, well, hands on approach. The older Shelby not too happy about the whole thing at first, stating that he was perfectly fucking capable. But Tommy had insisted; and he had also insisted that he would find this assistant. Arthur given no choice but to wait and see what he got. A part of him expecting the worst; but when he turned up to the office that morning, he couldn't help but think that all his Christmases, had come at once.

(Y/n), as Tommy introduced her, was......well, Arthur had to be honest, fucking beautiful. Just her smile, and the sparkle that he could see in her eyes as she looked at him, brought a smile to his own lips. The oldest Shelby more than happy now, that Tommy had insisted on getting him an assistant.

Slowly he made his way further into the room. It was obvious that she hadn't heard him come in. The sound of her softly singing to herself as she placed all the paperwork in the right piles, being what he needed to allow him a few more moments to admire the view. Arthur licking his lips, as he brushed his hand over his crotch.

"Ahem........." His attention grabbing cough causing (Y/n) to spin around. His eyes focusing on the front view of her legs and stocking tops, before she quickly pushed down her skirt.

"Oh, good morning, Mister Shelby. I am so sorry; I didn't hear you come in......." (Y/n) apologised, as Arthur took off his large overcoat and cap, and hung them both on the coat stand.

"The papers that need to be dealt with today, are on the right-hand side; there is nothing too urgent. Just one or two things that will require your signature, so that I can post them out today. The takings from last night are waiting for you to go though, in the safe. And I have opened all of your correspondence for you to read." (Y/n) explained, as she made her way over to him. Arthur looking her up and down, as she stood before him. Everything that she had just told him, having gone in one ear and out the other, which was nothing new; especially when it was just the two of them in the office.

As much as (Y/n) had done what Tommy had hired her to do; things running so much smoother since she had been working for him; she was also the best distraction from his work, that Arthur had ever had. The way that she moved when she walked, the sway of her hips almost hypnotic. The way that she would sing to herself as she went about what she had to do, always making him stop what he was doing, so he could sit back in his chair and listen. The way he would catch a glimpse of her breasts as she leant over and placed his morning tea on the desktop in front of him; and how, just like this morning, she would bend over his desk and her skirt would rise scandalously high; all giving him more, and better things to think about, other than paperwork and correspondence.

Finally, Arthur managed to take his eyes off her; the oldest of the Shelby boys combing his fingers through his hair before making his way to his desk and taking a seat.

"Well, if there is nothing more, Mister Shelby; I shall go and get your tea." (Y/n) continued, turning to smile at him, before she made her way to the door.

"Stop.........!"

"Mister Shelby...........?"

"Lock the door............" Arthur ordered, as she looked to him. (Y/n) nodding slightly, before she did as she was told.

"Mister.............?"

"Now come here..........." Arthur said, leaving no room for argument. The assistant slowly making her way back over to the desk and standing in the spot right next to the side of Arthur's chair. Arthur turning it, so that he was looking right at her.

"Pull it up........slowly." He continued. Gesturing to the skirt. (Y/n) placing her palms at the bottom of her skirt, before once again doing as she was told. The dark material, painfully, torturously slowly inching higher and higher. Arthur groaning as the piece of clothing was moved higher up her thighs.

"Higher..........higher..........." Arthur groaning again, as the hem of the skirt moved above the top of her stockings. Moved until he could see her underwear.

"You are gonna be tha fuckin death of me, woman........." Arthur said, as he placed one hand on her thigh, and the other on his aching cock.

"Oh, don't pretend that you don't like it........sir." (Y/n) chuckling at the sound of him moaning, at what she had just called him.

"We both know by now, that you more than like it.........." She continued, as she moved her hands to her blouse; her fingers making light work of the buttons. Her smile getting bigger, as she watched Arthur, watch her. Her body flushing as she moved the pale material from her chest and Arthur pulled her to him; her legs straddling his.

"How do I get anything done, with you here........?" Arthur asked, before his lips kissed the tops of her breasts. His fingers gripping harshly into her hips, as she began to push herself down onto his crotch.

"Because I have already done it all for you. That's what makes me such a great assistant. Now, your brother is due here at ten, so let's not waste any more time, shall we............sir." Arthur suddenly swiping everything off his desk before picking her up and placing her on it. The room quickly filling with loud moans, as Arthur let his assistant know, just how much he really appreciated having her around.