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wandafiction · 3 months

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Jealous

Warnings 18+: Smut. Thigh Riding (R Receiving), Fingering (R Receiving), Oral (R Receiving), Top Wanda, Bottom Reader.

You can feel them all turn to look at you as you walk down the entrance steps to the Stark party that is being held in the tower. Yet you know they aren't looking at you, they are looking at the goddess of a woman who is standing on your left; her arm linked with yours. Her thigh length black dress, that leaves nothing to the imagination, and you know for sure her perfectly sculpted body is what people's eyes are feasting on. Her back is completely open for the world to see since the dress is a halterneck with the deepest v neck you've ever seen, it practically reaches the top of her belly button.

You were in a simple grey suit that had been tailored to fit you perfectly. Of course Wanda loves the fact she could see your muscles outlined perfectly in the suit. Your eyes wander over her figure, as the rest of the party removes theirs, your eyes so focused on what you see you don't see Wanda turn her head to look at you.

"My eyes are up here my love." Wanda uses the edge of her finger to lift your chin, your eyes meeting instantly as you smile softly at her. You are both a similar height, you being a couple inches taller so when Wanda lifts your chin you know you most definitely got caught staring.

"I know darling, I am simply admiring what is mine. You look so very sexy and ravishing and I believe everyone else in the room can see that too." You embrace the fact she caught you staring, and it makes a shy blush grow on her face and up to her ears; you love the way you still have that effect on her even after the 2 years you've been together.

Wanda turns her head to look around the room as you bring your right cheek to rest on her right one as you turn your body facing away from everybody else in the room. As you see her eyes nervously flicking to all the different people and start fiddling with her rings.

"We don't have to stay long, just 30 minutes and if you say the word we can leave." You move to stand in front of Wanda, your hands rubbing up and down her arms and you see her relax.

"Do you think it is too much?" She gestures to the dress, looking down as her hands run down the skirt. Copying Wanda's actions you lift her chin with your finger and thumb.

"If it is making you uncomfortable darling then don't be afraid to change, but it's not too much in my eyes. Well maybe it is too much cloth to be on you and the way you are wearing it. It would look so much better on the floor, while I have your hands tied to the bed." You smile when you see Wanda flush red her hand coming into contact with your chest as you chuckle.

"Don't start. We are here for our friend. It's Nat and Maria's engagement party so no funny business." You raise a brow and Wanda hits your chest giving you a pointed look. "We are celebrating with them, clothes on, on the dance floor with drinks in our hands."

"Of course M'lady." You turn back around to face the room full of people holding your arm out so Wanda can hook hers around yours.

"I love you. And you look very sexy as well my love. Handsome even, the suit just makes you look very dapper."

"Shall we." You gesture to the room who are finally back to concentrating on the party.

"We shall."

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"Who's that grinding up on your wife?" Wanda, turns to see who Yelena is pointing to.

“Firstly, she hasn’t put a ring on it yet. Secondly, I think her name is Daisy. She knows Phil and Phil is a good friend of Maria’s. I've only seen her once or twice before.” Wanda’s eyes trained on the two of you as Daisy pushes her back against your front, you keeping your hands to yourself showing no interest but also not pushing her away and wanting to seem rude.

“Well she is all up on your girl there Wanda. Aren’t you going to do something about it.” Wanda takes a quick glance at Yelena before looking back to see Daisy has now turned around and is whispering in your ear.

“What am I meant to do, go over there and act like the crazy girlfriend that drags her away. No. I am not doing that. Anyway, I can see from here Y/n isn’t interested but Daisy just isn’t reading the signals.” Wanda tries to shrug it off but can’t help the pang of jealousy that courses through her when she sees you laughing at something Daisy says.

“You know, I always thought you would be the controlling one in the relationship but now I see it for what it is.” Wanda’s head turns on a swivel to see Yelena smirking at her.

“Oh yeah, what’s that then.” Wanda raises a brow in question.

“I reckon you're just a big ole pillow princess and Y/n treats you like royalty.” Wanda chokes on her drink a little, causing Yelena to laugh. “I take that as a yes then.”

“No, not at all.” Yelena gives her a look and Wanda sighs. “Okay so it’s mostly true but I have my moments.”

“Oh yeah?” Yelena knew what she was doing, spurring Wanda on, she was in on your plan. You wanted to see how far you could push Wanda and how she would react. When you told Yelena she only wanted to add to the plan knowing that if she said the right things Wanda would react.

Wanda stays silent for a minute, turning back to look at you, her eyes trained on your hand that is now holding Daisy’s as you spin her under her arm. Wanda misses the smirk Yelena sends your way when you look over to the two of them, and you definitely don’t miss the way Wanda clenches her jaw. Wanda watches as you lean down to whisper into Daisy’s ear, the latter’s eyes move to look directly at Wanda as she laughs at whatever you have told her. Daisy’s hands snake around your neck, you doing nothing to stop it, pulling your body closer as your hands hover over her waist; not quite touching it. Yelena’s eyes flick between you and Wanda, as she watches Wanda re-position herself to get a complete view of your antics.

You take a risk by placing your hands on Daisy’s waist, spinning her around so her back is against your front and her hands hold onto the back of your neck. You bend down, placing your cheek against Daisy’s as her head tilts back to rest on your shoulder. Wanda sees you throw your head back as you laugh, but her eyes are trained on the way yours and Daisy’s hips move together with the music. Wanda turns around placing her drink on the table, standing up as she straightens out her dress. Yelena’s hand on hers stops her from storming over, her brows scrunching when she sees Yelena’s smirk.

“So is this one of those moments?” Wanda takes a few seconds to register what Yelena was asking, but as soon as she remembers the conversation they were just having she does a quick nod.

“It is.” Yelena simply smirks more as she lets go of her hand and watches as Wanda heads towards the dance floor.

“Good luck Y/n.” Yelena whispers to herself as she downs the rest of Wanda’s drink, not wanting the alcohol to go to waste.

Wanda catches Daisy's eye as the latter spins around to face you, smiling at you with a small curtsey as she leaves you alone. Before you even get a chance to turn around to meet the eyes of your girlfriend, her front is pressed to your back and her hands land on your hips. She pulls your hips left to right in time with hers, as she gets a rhythm going with the music, one of her hands moving to untuck your shirt. Her hand snakes under your shirt moving up to your abs where she starts gently scratching at them, her other hand keeping your hips against hers. Wanda moves her head so her lips are pressed against your right ear, your head tilting to the side slightly, as she drags her hand from your waist to gently hold your throat putting no pressure on it but you can feel her skin on yours.

"You're being naughty darling." She squeezes your neck slightly, your head tilting back to rest on her shoulder as a gasp passes your lips; a shiver going down your spine. You move a hand to hold the back of Wanda’s neck, the other holding onto the back of her thigh.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” You act coy and in response Wanda pulls your ear between her teeth as her nails scratch at your abs.

“You’re mine and only mine.”

Before you can even reply Wanda uses her power to teleport the two of you to your room where she pushes your back against the door, her lips ghosting the skin of your neck, her hot breath causing goosebumps to form and you feel her smirk at the sight. You gasp as Wanda suddenly sinks her teeth into your pulse point, sucking on the spot before soothing it with her tongue the whine that leaves your lips surprises the both of you.

“Oh, do you like that darling? Do you like it when I mark you, to show everyone you belong to me?” She flicks her wrist and both of your clothes are suddenly on the floor behind her, Wanda chuckling into your neck as she feels your hands grip tightly onto her hips.

Your right hand moves up to grip her hair as you pull on it to tilt her head back, a small moan leaving her lips at the roughness. You bring your lips down to her ear, her hands moving to hold onto your waist as she pushes her thigh between yours and you start rolling your hips against it. You moan Wanda’s name directly into her ear, earning a moan of yours in return as you lean your head back against the door, your hips picking up speed as the pressure on your core from her thigh is working wonders in building up your arousal.

“What do you want from me detka? Tell me what you want.” Wanda uses her hands on your waist to stop you from moving against her thigh, a whimper leaving your lips at the loss as you look into her lust filled eyes wanting to wipe that playful smirk off her face.

“I want you to claim me.”

“Fuck yourself on my thigh and I will decide if you deserve to cum with the strap.” Wanda keeps her hands on your hips, pressing her body against you more to trap you between her and the door as you start to roll your hips as she pushes her thigh back up to your core.

“Fuck.” Your hands move up her body to snake around Wanda’s neck pulling her face into your neck where she starts to nip and bite at the skin leaving a small trail of blue and purple bruises as you grind your core against her thigh.

“You’re doing so well for me baby.” Wanda breathes into your ear as a pool of wetness starts building up, as your core continues to roll against her thigh.

“I need…” Your words are interrupted by a moan as Wanda’s hands pull your hips down, tensing her thigh as she takes control of your movements for a few seconds moving your hips roughly as you moan her name again.

“What do you need, detka?” Wanda smirks into your neck as you move one of your hands down her body, grabbing ahold of hers and bringing it down to your core. She moves her thigh away from your core, but before you can complain she immediately replaces it with her hand but she doesn’t move; the teasing smirk on her face tells you all you need to know.

“I need you to fuck me.” You gasp as Wanda uses two fingers to press against your clit, starting to roll the sensitive bundle of nerves softly. “More….please….Wanda I need more.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. What did I say?” She moves her lips back up to your ear as her fingers run through your folds, her thumb now on your clit as she starts rolling her thumb against it. “Answer me detka what did I say?”

“Get myself off.” You bite your lips harshly, swallowing a moan, as her two fingers push into your entrance slowly and without warning. Wanda raises her eyebrow, waiting for you to finish your answer to her question. “Get myself off…on…your thigh.”

“And yet here I am with my fingers inside you.” She starts by pulling her fingers most of the way out and then harshly thrusting them back inside a loud moan leaving your lips. “I’m the one doing all of the work, now I think I'm going to have to punish you just a little for not listening. Maybe a little denial…Is that okay?”

You smile softly at the question knowing Wanda will never do anything without your consent, you move your hands up to cup her face as she continues to slowly pump her fingers in and out of you. You bring her lips to yours, brushing them against each other before gasping against them as she curls her fingers suddenly pressing against the spot she knows gets you going easily.

“It’s more than okay.” You press your lips against hers in a heated kiss, Wanda swallowing your moans as she continues to curl her fingers inside you. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

She pulls her fingers completely out of you, a loud whine being pulled from you making Wanda chuckle once again as she drags her tongue from your ear all the way back down to your pulse point, the spot already sensitive from her nibbling at it earlier but when she once against nibs and sucks at it you can’t help the guttural moan that passes your lips. Your eyes roll to the back of your head a loud moan, almost a scream, leaving you mouth agape as Wanda slams three fingers into your core, her thrusts quick and rough; your back arching away from the door at the intrusion.

Your hands move up to hold onto her shoulders to support yourself as your body rocks against the door at her harsh thrusts, you gasps and moans getting louder as you get closer and closer to toppling over the edge. Just as your walls start to clench around Wanda’s fingers she pulls them out and removes her thumb from your clit, a desperate whine passes your lips as your head tilts forward and you rest your forehead against Wanda’s.

“Please baby. I was so close. I want to cum. Please make me cum.” You never really begged but you know how much it will get Wanda riled up and get you what you want, and you smirk to yourself when you hear the moan leave her lips telling you your plan has worked.

Wanda doesn’t say anything but instead trails her lips trail down your neck all the way to your left breast, nipping and sucking at every inch of skin as she goes, not caring about how many marks she leaves on you. It’s not like you are against it either, your hand moving back into Wanda’s hair as her lips wrap around your left nipple, her teeth grazing gently over the already hardened bud. Using your grip in her hair, you pull her against you more and she sucks gently one the nipple as her left hand moves up to massage your neglected breast, her thumb and finger rolling over your other nipple. A moan leaves your mouth at the stimulation as Wanda pulls away with your nipple in her mouth releasing it with a pop before trailing kisses to the valley of your breasts sucking on the side of the right one leaving yet another mark.

“Mine.” She moans against your skin as she takes your right nipple into her mouth, her left hand moving to your hip as her right one takes the other breast and starts to massage it making sure they both get attention.

Once she is satisfied with the attention she has given to your breasts she moves down to sit on her knees, her chin resting on your right hip as she looks up at you from below; your hand still in her hair as the other one rests against the door. Her hands trail up and down the back of your thighs, moving up to your butt and giving it a small squeeze causing your back to arch away from the door for only a second. Her right hand snakes up and around to your stomach pushing you back against the door as her left hand lifts your right thigh over her shoulder then her arm wraps around the top of it to keep it in place.

Her lips trail up the inside of your thigh before pressing a feather light kiss to your lips, your head hitting the door as the pit in your stomach only grows, the pleasure turning towards the point of pain. It’s as if Wanda sense the shift in your breathing the way you let out a small whimper causes her to smirk against your thigh, but she knows your body just as well as you do maybe even more because the moment her tongue licks through your folds a guttural moan leaves your lips and you pull her closer to you using the grip you have on her hair.

She moans into your core at the rough hair pull, her fingers digging into your thigh as her other hand scratches down your toned stomach. She rolls your clit with her tongue, tilting her head back slightly so she can look up at you seeing your chest move rapidly with your heavy breaths, small moans leaving your lips mixed with her name once in a while. She lets her teeth graze against your sensitive clit, your grip in her hair tightening causing her to groan in pain but you know that it only turns her on more so you do it again this time tilting your head to look down at her.

In retaliation she pulls her mouth away from your core breathing cool air onto your sensitive clit and you gasp as your hips roll, your core touching nothing but thin air. Wanda chuckles to herself before bringing her mouth back up to your core, her tongue dancing around your entrance before deciding that she has teased you enough pushing the strong muscle into your entrance. Her hand that is on your thigh moves up towards your core, her thumb stroking the inside of your leg as she does so.

Your moans and sighs of pleasure echo around the room as she continues to push her tongue inside you, your back defiantly arching away from the door, her hand on your abdomen doing nothing to stop the movement. When she feels your walls start to flutter and your moans turn silent, your mouth falling open in a pleasurable grimace she presses her thumb against your clit. You crash head first into a blistering orgasm, your body completely coming away from the door as your free hand holds onto the door frame as you see stars and you lose all feeling for a few seconds.

With your eyes closed and no control over your rapidly beating heart and sore lungs you feel the lightest of touches slowly creeping up your body, then to your neck, along your jaw and finally to your lips. It takes you a few seconds to return the kiss, your mind still recovering from the orgasm Wanda had just given you, removing your hand from her hair you use it to brush the baby hairs off your own forehead. Your eyes flutter open as Wanda’s lips travel around your face, leaving small pecks along your cheeks, eyes, nose and forehead as you slowly recover. When you finally manage to open your eyes you smile at the sight of Wanda holding you steadily against the door with a soft smile on her face.

“Are you okay?” All you can do is nod, but it is confirmation enough for her. “Let's get you cleaned up and in bed, you must be worn out.”

You don’t say anything but allow Wanda to pull you into the ensuite, sitting you down on the toilet seat as she grabs some towels and places them on the sink. She makes her way back over to you, bending down in front of you with her hands on your knees. You smiley goofily, the last of the fuzziness in your brain still slowly fading.

“Do you want a bath or shower?” You hold up two fingers, still not trusting your voice and Wanda giggles as she stands up hoisting you up with her and making sure that your legs stop wobbling before pulling you towards the shower.

Using her magic she opens the shower door and turns it on so both of her hands can stay on your waist keeping you up. Once the steam starts filling the shower she gently pulls you under the warm stream of water. You let out a relaxed sigh as your head tilts backwards letting the water run down the front of your neck and body. Wanda’s hands leave your body for a second, her magic replacing them as she grabs the bottle of moisturising body wash. Her magic pushes you out of the water slightly, but the steam is doing enough to keep you warm. Your eyes close at the feeling of wanda’s hands back on your skin as she gently massages at your thighs, helping to release some of the tension that has built up in them. Your head flops forward onto her shoulder as she stands in front of you, her hands now moving up the side of your body and around to your back.

“Nearly done baby, and then we can head to bed.”

“Mkay, I love you.” Wanda smiles softly, not that you could see it as you bury your head into the crook of her neck as she drags you both back under the water, the soap running off your body as her hands weave through your hair. She chooses to leave the hair washing, knowing you washed it before the party, but continues the act of weaving her hands through your hair knowing how it relaxes you and practically turns you docile.

Once she has deemed you cleaned and cared for she pulls you out of the shower, once again using her magic to turn the shower off and wrap your towels around you. As she pulls you into the bedroom the magic dances around your bodies and towels drying you off, and braiding your hair so it doesn’t annoy you in your sleep. Your body practically falls into bed when you feel the edge of it touch your knees, Wanda giggling as she pulls the covers from under your body and turning you on your back so she can gently lay on top of you.

“Is this okay?” She asks quietly knowing you might still be sore and sensitive that her being on top of you may be uncomfortable.

“Perfectly so.” Her head finds home in the crook of your neck as your arms wrap around her torso pulling her closer, her legs either side of your waist as you both get comfortable.

“Thank you for playing along.” You move a hand up and down her bare back, gently scratching at her skin as she whispers between the two of you.

“Well you said you wanted to be top for once and I wanted to see what a jealous you could be like.” You tilt your head to peck her forehead as she sighs in content.

“How was a jealous me?”

“Definitely want to see more of her.” Wanda leans up slightly to look down at you, her eyes flicking left to right as she looks into yours.

“Does this mean I might get to take control more often?”

“We will just have to see how things play out won't we babygirl?” A smirk plays on your lips as Wanda’s pupils dilate at the pet name. “I think I should reward you for making me feel so good. What do you say?”

“I would say you're tired.” She tries to sound authoritative but her voice is breathy and it only makes you smirk more. “And I just did the whole aftercare thing.”

“Well I'm wide awake and who said that i have to move a muscle.”

Wanda raises a questioning eyebrow, your hand slowly snakes up her back to her neck and you pull her face down towards yours. You take her bottom lip between her teeth watching her eyes darken as they look into yours. You release her lip with a pop, your hand moving to the front of her neck where you apply a small amount of pressure.

“Why don’t you grab your favourite strap for me so I can watch you fuck yourself on it.”

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#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda x you #jealousy

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l0vegl0wsinthedark · 2 months

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Reminiscing

"Okay, this one."

Lily's irate frustration was a nearly tangible crackle in the perfumed air of the boutique. Draco glanced up over the rim of his spectacles.

"Absolutely not," he said calmly.

Lily's fists balled up in the skirt of the slinky, forest green dress she wore. Thousands of shimmery little beads were sewn into the light, clingy fabric. The slit ran all the way up to mid-thigh and the halterneck straps were beaded strings.

"Why." Lily's question sounded from between grit teeth.

"Turn around," Draco said flatly.

A moment of hesitation, and then Lily spun around to reveal her back, exposed from neck to tail bone.

"Absolutely not," repeated Draco, looking back down into his phone, typing out an email with one forefinger, painstakingly slow.

"It's a dress. You want me to buy a dress. This is a dress."

"I want you to be respectably dressed for your seventeenth birthday party," Draco replied without looking up. "You're coming of age, yes, but you will do so whilst dressed as you ought to be."

"As I ought to be," Lily repeated scornfully.

"As a Potter-Malfoy ought to be."

"Why can't a Potter-Malfoy wear something like this?"

"We don't go out in public half-naked."

"This is a floor length gown."

"The whole length of your left leg is on display, as is the entirety of your back." Draco glanced up once more. "Your whole back. You're practically naked."

Lily"s clenched jaw shifted as she gnashed her teeth some more. With forced calm, she said, "Papa, I do not want to be wearing some sort of Victorian ballgown for my seventeenth birthday party."

"More's the pity. But no, definitely not this one either."

"I can wear a jacket over it." Lily raised one eyebrow when Draco looked up again. "I want a leather jacket."

Draco snorted, shaking his head. "I don't think so."

"Dad said I could get one."

"Your dad is an idiot."

"I want one like his."

"Absolutely not. He's a lunatic with a flying motorcycle. You don't want everything he has, trust me."

"It's just a bloody leather jacket, Papa, please!" Lily actually stomped one booted foot, her voice rising shrilly.

"I'm used to strops, darling, I invented them," Draco said, completely unbothered. "Besides, what would your grandmother say. She would faint."

"She told me to get the jacket in black." When Draco looked up in genuine surprise, Lily went on, "She said black would go best with her opal earrings that she's having reset in silver for my birthday present."

Draco stared at her over his spectacles as she stood glaring back at him, hands on her hips.

Then the bell above the door tinkled merrily, and Harry's voice filled the silence of the stylish little boutique as he exchanged cheerful pleasantries with the owner.

Reaching breaking point, Lily shrieked, "DAD!"

"I will not tolerate that sort of screaming in a public--," Draco started.

"Green, eh?" Harry said, walking into the private area Draco had reserved for the afternoon, his own boots loud on the wooden flooring.

"Because I have your eyes," Lily said in her most honeyed voice. "Grandma's eyes."

"Good choice, Lils," Harry said affectionately, sitting down on the plush sofa next to Draco before carefully picking through the collection of truffles set out in little crystal bowls.

"You haven't looked at the dress very closely," Draco said, voice tight.

"Oh?" Harry popped a hazelnut truffle into his mouth, straightened his glasses a bit, and leaned back, crossing ankle over knee. "Let me do that, then." A pause, and then, "She looks great!"

Draco twirled one forefinger through the air, motioning for Lily to spin. "She's half-naked."

"It's the trend now or something," Harry said, shrugging and scratching carelessly through his beard.

"I want to wear it with a leather jacket, Dad," Lily said hastily. "A black leather jacket. One like yours."

Harry grinned, roughing up his hair as was his wont. "Like Sirius'. Yeah, why not? Let's get you one."

"Harry."

Draco's lips were very thin as he pulled off his glasses and turned the full force of his displeasure onto Harry.

"Don't," said Harry. "We said she could pick her own outfit."

"The Minister's going to be at the party," Draco said tightly.

"Doubt he cares, honestly," Harry said, eating more chocolate. "Besides, it's Lily's day."

"I don't like to be ganged up against," Draco said, teeth gleaming white on a forced, very dangerous smile.

"Babe, we're not ganging up--," Harry started.

"Where is James?" Draco said suddenly, raising his voice over Harry's.

"My ears are burning," James drawled, sauntering in. Draco turned in his seat to look at him, his mouth slightly open.

James' hair was a bright, lemon yellow where it stood in a carefully styled, vertical mass on his head. The sides had been shaved down close to the scalp and dyed green.

Draco could only splutter in apoplectic dismay at the sight.

"What are you supposed to look like?!" he finally managed to ask.

James shrugged, scratching behind one pierced ear. "Dad thinks it looks cool."

Draco whirled around in his seat, now glaring violently at Harry. "He was supposed to get a haircut that's also suitable for school."

"He's still on summer break," Harry said.

"His head looks like a bloody sunflower!" Draco said. "Harry, you had one job--"

But Lily was now cackling loudly at James, who in turn stood grinning proudly, hands in his pockets, fourteen years old and sincerely unbothered about a single opinion that wasn't his own. Harry couldn't help grinning, too, but he quickly moved closer to Draco and took one of his hands with both his own.

"Babe, we've talked about this," he murmured gently. "This is one of those times you need to let go. Remember how we talked about letting go?"

"She's seventeen, and he looks someone cracked an egg on his head," Draco seethed.

Harry leaned forward and kissed him squarely on the mouth.

"How about lunch at the Ritz?" he asked gently.

"And then we buy me a black leather jacket," Lily said, hitching up the skirt of her dress and stomping loudly back to the changing room.

"Life was easier when I was seventeen," Draco muttered darkly, glaring at where their son was inspecting a rack of dinner jakcets.

Harry grinned again. "Yeah. A war, a megalomaniac. I really miss those days."

#sometimes i like to think draco would be THAT parent #he's just too posh and too proper 💁🏻‍♀️#my writing #dads drarry and their kids

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eunosims · 1 year

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simple cutting dress (Download 2/24)

Halterneck Simple Dress (Download 2/26)

Valentine mini dress (Download 3/4)

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jhoneybees · 9 days

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Desire

Hi!! Here's a sweet but also savoury fic that I might write a part 2 for🤭

Tagging: @elvisalltheway101 my doll🫶

Characters:50s!Elvis X Older!reader

Warnings/triggers: 5 year age gap (A/n: The fic is set in 1955 so Elvis is 20 years old and reader is 25)

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Elvis has always had a taste for younger girls and their chatty personalities but when his head did a whole 180 after laying eyes on a matured gal like you that is more quiet and not as chatty, he learnt what his real taste is.

His family knows you from living in the apartment next door and they adore how friendly of a person you are. His mama would often praise you during family dinners to his daddy and him which usually he would get embarrassed about her rambling on about girls that could be a potential partner for him but now getting to hear about what you said during a conversation you had with his mama, he didn’t say a thing.

Even though he sees you with his mama quite often, he doesn’t know a lot about you. He knows you came from a privileged family in Texas and when you graduated highschool, you moved to Memphis when you were 22 to have a fresh start into adulthood but that’s all he really knows from what his mama told him.

He finds you very pretty and your laugh and smile are so contagious but the thing that gets him almost trembling is how mature you look in those dresses you wear, it does…something to him.

Especially when he saw you from across the road as you were walking into the building complex you two live in, wearing that red halterneck dress with cherries on it.

His bottom lip just couldn’t help but fly in between his teeth, those damn curves are something else.

He’s had quite a big crush on you ever since you moved into Lauderdale Courts and for a long time he thinks he wouldn’t have the courage to confess to you because he’s scared that you might get disgusted and shut him down or go off telling his parents to scold him for having such feelings for someone that they look so dearly as a close family member so to save himself from that humility, he’ll just watch you from afar.

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“Nah, you guys can go on without me” his friends groan in disappointment, they asked him if he wants to go to a party with him but he’s already been to 5 in the past 2 weeks, he wants a break so with another shake of the head, he bids them a farewell and turns on his heel.

He hums quietly, he thought he would be running around Memphis for the night with his buddies for a bit of a laugh but he’s a bit disappointed to find out they want to go ogling at girls at a party over at someone’s parents’ house, knowing that the adults don’t know about what their kids are doing because of them being out of town.

It just leaves him the option of just walking back home and finding something interesting to do there.

As he walks along the footpath with his hands in his pockets and head lowered down, he watches as his shoes lazily scrape along the concrete. He sighs out of boredom, he’s bored so what could he do when he gets home?

Just then when that question pops into his head, his ears perk up to the sound of a piano. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he lifts his head towards the neon lit sign noticing he’s outside of a night club. Maybe he could go and have a bit of a listen to the music? he shrugs his shoulders.

Why not?

Quietly, Elvis scans his eyes around the dimly lit bar room, seeing only a few black middle aged ladies in their best attire, smiling and laughing with each other with dainty little glasses in their hands. It’s not as busy as he thought it would be.

Then as he hears a piano play again, he looks towards the sound and his breathing comes to a halt. You’re on stage with a microphone in your hand, he didn’t know you worked as a bar singer. He gulps as he sees you in that black sparkly cocktail dress and your hair flowing down your back. Good Lord.

Elvis shakes his head and realises he might be staring too much so clearing his throat, he glances around to find a seat.

He sits at a two person table and decides to keep his head lowered, he might embarrass himself somehow, he doesn’t know how but it’s better being safe than sorry but as Elvis presses his lips together, the gravity pull of your voice through the speakers just demands him to look at you.

Is he gonna be able to look away?

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen.. The song I’ll be singing for you tonight is a song that I have always called a favourite when I was little…and it goes something like this” you chime with a soft smile.

Oh that smile.

The piano starts the song off and as the bass soon follows after, the cheerful sounds of the song fills out the room. The first word you sing makes Elvis physically melt.

“I don’t want to set the world on fire”

You smile sweetly and the older ladies there cheer you on with “That’s my girl!” and “That’s right!”

“In my heart I have but one desire”

His eyes soften.

“I’ve lost all ambition, for worldly acclaim”

Elvis brings his arms up to rest on the table, grasping his hands together and looking at his hands to try to just listen to your voice.

“I just want to be the one you love…”

Oh your sweet fluttery voice

He really can’t look away.

As you sway your hips subtly and bring your hand up to rest on the pianist's shoulder, Elvis bites down on his tongue. Gliding across the stage you walk down the steps and onto the bar floor, Elvis’ eyes darting all over you from your jaw to your hips and down to your ankles.

He lets out a stiff sigh and leans back in his chair.

“I don’t wanna set the world on fire, honey”

You sing with a giggle, taking slow and elegant steps towards the bar where the other women are, yelling and giggling at your cheeky little smile.

Elvis’ hand twitching, he sighs again while he lifts his hand to drag down the bottom half of his face.

“I love you too much” you add, making the ladies whistle playfully.

Elvis doesn’t even notice how his leg is bouncing nervously under the table, all he can think about is his heart floating across the room to the palm of your hand for you to squeeze, break, just do anything with it.

“You see…way down inside of me”

His heart pumps loudly in his ears as you turn your head and look into his eyes, walking slowly towards him.

“Darlin’ I have only one desire….and that desire is you” His heart clenching in the softest way as you give him a happy smile, realising who he is.

The small thumps from your heels make him hold his breath, sensing you walking behind his chair, a shiver drips down his spine as you place your hand on his shoulder.

Feeling you bend down over his shoulder, he lets out a small breath through his slightly parted lips.

“And I know…nobody else ain’t gonna do”

His chest almost stutters as he breathes in, your soft, sultry voice sending ticklish waves into his ears and into his brain. Feeling your warm breath lingering below his ear onto his neck, his hands adjust over the center of his pants.

“Did you like that, Presley?”

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