Gotham Imagines and One Shots

Dear Miss Wayne - Part 3 - Alfred x Reader

A third part of this imagine for EthiopinQueen09. Hope you all enjoy this naughtier side of everyone's favourite butler.

Alfred took the whistling kettle from the stove. A small smile pulling at his lips as he heard the sound of a bell. His eyes looking up to see that the call for his assistance, had come from (Y/n)'s room. Straightening his waistcoat, the butler forgot all about the tea he was about to make. Alfred sure that whatever (Y/n wanted, it was most definitely not a hot drink.

Since he had given her the letter that he had written. Since he had taken her into his arms and kissed her. Since he had told her all the things that lay in his heart, he and (Y/n) had spent every moment they could together, talking and laughing, reminiscing about the old days. Savouring most, the night hours when their young ward was wrapped up snuggly in his bed. Yet something she had said earlier that day, the way that she had looked at him, had suggested to the old soldier that this evening was not going to be like the others. That (Y/n) wanted more than just the embraces and gentle words that they had been exchanging. And Alfred couldn't help but hope that he was picking up the right messages. The message that (Y/n) wanted him, as much as he wanted her.

Quickly he made his way up the stairs, and along the long passageway that led to (Y/n)'s room. The butler taking a deep breath, and straightening himself once again, before he reached up and gently knocked on the door. A small subtle smile coming to his, as (Y/n) popped her head around the slowly opening ingress.

"You rang for me, Miss Wayne?" Alfred asked. Now unable to stop himself from smiling fully, as (Y/n) looked him up and down. The youngest of the Wayne siblings biting down on her bottom lip, as her gaze finally fell on his eyes.

"Yes, Alfred. There is something I want you to do for me."

"Anything, Miss. Just ask." Alfred replied. His eyes growing wide as (Y/n) finally fully appeared from behind the door. Her form as naked as the day she had been born.

"Now that is exactly what I hoped you would say, Alfred." (Y/n) giggled, as she moved to stand in front of Alfred. Her body pressed firmly up against his.

"Well, first of all, I would like you to take off your tie. We may have need of it later, but at this moment in time, it is of no use." (Y/n) began, as she reached up and slowly pulled on the knot of the tie. Her fingers drawing on the length of material as it fell apart. The tie being thrown over her shoulder and onto the bedroom floor behind her.

"Then, I think that I would like you to remove that terribly formal waistcoat of yours. As good as it makes you appear, again, at this present moment, there is no requirement for it." (Y/n) continued, as she slowly, and painfully so as far as Alfred was concerned, proceeded to pop the buttons of his waistcoat. Her thumbs hooking into the vest, as she dragged the garment from his shoulders. The waistcoat slipping from Alfred's arms, and landing with a soft thud onto the wooden floor beneath his feet.

"Next, this tiresome shirt really must go. I find that it is keeping me from what I want." (Y/n) told the butler. The breath catching in his throat, as she unbuttoned the first fastener. Alfred's eyes closing, as (Y/n) softly kissed the newly exposed flesh. Her kisses moving further down his chest, as the material was removed from his flesh. The butler not sure how much longer he could endure the exquisite torture, as she pulled the crisp white shirt from his shoulders. Holding the material tightly around his arms, as she continued to kiss his now fully naked torso.

"And......is that everything that you wanted? M-m-miss." Alfred finally managed to ask, as the younger Wayne brushed her hand over his trousers. The butler hoping and praying that this certainly wasn't all that (Y/n) had in mind.

"Oh, no, no, no, Alfred. That was just the beginning." (Y/n) moaned, as she let his arms go. The older man tearing the shirt from his body so that he could envelop her in his arms. His lips frantically kissing the flesh of her neck. His teeth nipping and biting at her breasts, as he pushed her up against the wall. Alfred unable to hold himself back any longer. The want to feel her. The desire to touch her. The need to feel himself buried deep within her, now more important to the old soldier than the need to breath.

At this moment, as (Y/n)'s exquisite, lust filled moans and groans filled his ears. Her hand deftly stroking his growing ardour. Alfred couldn't help but remember all the dreams that he had had of just this very thing. How he had sometimes been too embarrassed to even look at (Y/n) the next morning, after what they had done together in his sleep. After she had begged him not to stop. After she had told him that she was his. After they had shouted out each other's names at the peak of ecstasy. Yet now, his dreams were all coming. All the lonely nights that he had spent wishing that (Y/n) could be laid next to him in his bed, as he held her close, were long gone. (Y/n) truly was his. And he was going to make sure that she begged him not to stop. That he made her scream out his name.

"I have far more planned for this evening than just this." (Y/n) gasped, as Alfred's hands lifted her up. Her legs instinctively wrapping themselves around his waist. Her moans getting louder, and more wanting as his pelvis pushed against hers. His hands grasping and groping the flesh of her backside, as he found himself grunting with every thrust. Alfred pulling at his belt, as he desperately tried to remove the last piece of clothing that was the barrier between his body and (Y/n)'s.

"Now that is exactly what I hoped you would say, (Y/n)." Alfred growled, as he pulled (Y/n) away from the wall and carried her into the bedroom. Kicking the door closed behind them, before dropping her onto the bed. The butler stopping momentarily as he admired the beauty that lay flushed and wanton on the freshly laundered bedding. Her eyes pleading with him to return to her. To finish what had been started. To not leave her unsatisfied.

"I want you, Alfred. I want you to love me. Please........" (Y/n) purred, as the butler finally crawled onto the bed with her. His body now as naked as hers. His form pushing itself back between her legs. The pair moaning loudly, as Alfred felt himself move inside her. The sensation of her holding him tightly, making his heart pound so violently, that he believed that at any moment it would break from his chest. His mind clouded with thoughts of nothing but pleasing her, as she clawed at the muscles in his back.

"Anything you wish, my dear Miss Wayne." Alfred hummed in reply. (Y/n) moaning again, as she heard his words. Both of them knowing that this was going to be a night to remember. And both happy, that he had finally allowed her to read his letter.