Peaky Blinders. One shot and imagines

Bathtime - Alfie x Reader

Alfie looked up as he heard his wife's voice drift down from the second storey of the house.

"WHAT.......?"

"I SAID BATH. YOU DEAF OLD MAN........." Came the reply. Alfie not needing to know anything after the word 'bath'. The baker quickly getting to his feet, much to Cyril's chagrin. The pooch having been quite comfortable, until that moment, with his head rested on his owner's lap. The bullmastiff letting out a displeased huff.

"Complain all ya fuckin like. If it comes between you havin ya head in me lap, or her......she wins every time, mate.........." Alfie told the hound, as he removed his belt and pulled his shirt out of his trousers. Cyril huffing again, before resting his head on his paws.

"And she is much better lookin than you are, an ole." The man from Camden town continued, before pulling off his shirt and throwing it over the back of the chair, before heading up the stairs.

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"Alfie.......bath..........." (Y/n) called out, as she turned off the taps.

"WHAT.......?"

"I SAID BATH. YOU DEAF OLD MAN........." (Y/n) shaking her head and chuckling at her reply. The stream from the hot water filling the room, as she removed the last of her underwear, and slowly slipped into the water. A happy sigh leaving her lips as her body began to relax. Her eyes rolling, as the door to the bathroom was suddenly thrown open; (Y/n) unable to stop herself laughing, as Alfie stood in the doorway, hopping up and down on one foot, as he tried to get his sock off.

"You are slipping, Solomons. I can't believe you didn't hear me the first time, I called out. Normally it's like saying 'walk', in front of Cyril; as soon as I say B, you are up and ready to go........and speaking of up and ready to go.........." (Y/n) chuckled, as she leaned on the side of the bath and looked her husband up and down. He looking much less ridiculous now that his pants were not around ankles.

Bathtime.........it was their little thing. After a long day, he would come home and (Y/n) would draw a bath; the pair climbing in it, together. His beautiful wife sitting behind him, and scrubbing his back, before kneading at his aching muscles. Alfie enjoying the feel of her limbs being wrapped around him; enjoying it that much, that bathtime would always lead to other times. And if there was one thing he liked more than bathtime, it was other times.

"I was thinkin, weren't I.........." Alfie replied, as he made his way over to the bath and climbed in. A soft growl leaving his lips, as (Y/n) wrapped her legs and arms around him, and pulled his back to her chest.

"Thinking.......? Well, that's dangerous. It usually means that you are coming up with something to try and get one over on that Thomas Shelby........". (Y/n) continued. Alfie about to deny what she had just said, until her hands began to move over her flesh. The low moan coming from him, making her giggle.

"I don't know. Maybe I should trade you in from a younger model. One that can hear me call, the first time........tell me.......is Tommy Shelby older or younger than you..........?" (Y/n) letting out a squeal as Alfie suddenly turned around. Water splashing all over the floor as he moved over her, caging her in his arms.

"You forgot that ya mine.............?"

"Nope, and I wouldn't have it any other way. There is no other man for me, than you, Alfred Solomons. But it's still nice to see that you love me enough to be jealous of the thought of me being with Tommy Shelby........."

"I ain't jealous of Tommy fuckin Shelby, nor any other bloke..............." Alfie growled, as he looked down at his wife. He knew that she was teasing him, that she would never leave him. But he had to admit that the thought of all those Birmingham fuckers touching his wife, never mind just Tommy, did make the old green-eyed monster, rear its ugly head.

"Not jealous.......huh? Of any man......hmmmm? I will remember that next time I see one of your men following after me when I go to the market. Or you send poor Ollie out, after me. I felt so sorry for him last week, I had to bring him home for some tea and so he could dry off........And before you start grumbling, it was your fault in the first place; you sent the poor man out into the rain, without his coat or an umbrella. He looked like a drowned puppy by the time I got him back here. I told him that the next time you do anything so bloody daft, that he is to let me know and I will deal with you.........." (Y/n) explained. Alfie knowing that Ollie wouldn't have the balls to try anything on with his wife, or to tattle tale on him; but that didn't mean he wasn't going to have words, when he saw his assistant in the morning.

"Come here, ya big, grouchy bear............" She continued, as she took his face in her hands and pulled him down to kiss her. Alfie smiling into the kiss, as his body pressed up against (Y/n)'s, and her legs wrapped around his waist. His smile getting broader, as he felt her moan into his mouth. It more than obvious that bathtime wouldn't be lasting for much longer, as he rubbed himself up against her womanhood. (Y/n) arching her back, as his lips moved from hers, down her neck and to her breasts. Her hips rocking against his, as his teeth nipped at her pert nipples.

"Alfie............"

"Hmmmmm.........?" Alfie hummed in reply; continuing to tease her, as his teeth were replaced by his tongue. (Y/n) unable to stop herself from moaning again at the feel, as her husband expertly drove her mad with his touch. (Y/n) sure that this was payback for her earlier comment about Tommy Shelby.

"For the love of God, take me to bed.........."

"So.......ya don't want ta swap me fa some younger fucker, then.......?" Alfie mocked, as he continued with more teasing. (Y/n) gripping at the sides of the tub, as he carried on grinding himself against her. The shake of her head and the whimper sound that left her lips, all the incentive Alfie needed, to be out of the bath and to take her into his arms. The baker throwing her onto the bed before crawling up to her and positioning his body back between her legs. Alfie wondering whether this had to be a new record for how long it had taken for (Y/n) to rile him up enough, so all that he could think of was proving to her that he was still the only man that she needed. But whatever the case, bathtime was over, and now it was time for the other.