Emily Blunt *one shots*

Wrapped Around Her Finger

Emily stood before you in a long white gown that hugged her figure. The outfit was adorned with accents of sparkly silver jewelry, but you were drawn to multiple silver rings she wore on her fingers. Your eyes followed her figure from her head to her feet, where she wore simple black heels.

"Y/n?" Emily spoke, partially breaking you out of your daze.

"Uh yeah?" you say casually, trying to act like you weren't just imagining all the things you wanted to do to her.

"Do you like this dress?" she asks softly, moving her hands from her waist slowly down to her hips, making your mouth feel dry. She was fully aware of the effect she had on you.

Emily's team was busy discussing the logistics of the event tonight, so it felt like it was only you and her in the room. Life rarely felt like that lately. Emily was always so busy with promoting her new film, it seemed you never had time alone.

"Of course I like it, you look beautiful." you say with a smile, moving closer to her and pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

She blushes ever so slightly, leaning into your touch. Then she leans in so her lips are brushing against your ear as she speaks,

"So, are you excited for the red carpet?" she asks.

You hold onto her hips, not wanting her to pull back from you, but she moves so her gaze is locked on your eyes.

"Yeah I'm excited...more excited to take that dress off you later." you say with a knowing smirk.

"Well we still have quite a while till then...but I look forward to that, darling." she says with smile, softly kissing your cheek.

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The event was a benefit hosted by Vanity Fair, the carpet was red and the backdrop white. As Emily walked across the red carpet she was occasionally interviewed by reporters on the side. You rested your hand on her lower back, your fingertips lightly squeezing her waist.

Emily would usually get anxious when she was being interviewed, and so she discreetly moved her hand behind her back to hold onto yours. You gave her hand a squeeze, reassuring her that you were not going anywhere.

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After the event, there's an after party at a beautiful New York City penthouse. You watch as Emily walks over to the bar to get you both drinks, your eyes never leaving her movements. As you are temporarily distracted someone runs into you, spilling a drink all over your dress.

You gasp and shoot the woman who ran into a cold glare. She mumbles some sort of apology, trying to suppress her laughter but failing to do so. You tense up, feeling not only embarrassed but angry.

"Is this funny to you?" you say sharply, moving closer to her.

With you being so caught up in your frustration with the current situation, you don't even notice your wife's hands on your shoulders pulling you back.

"Y/n, calm down." Emily whispers in your ear, bringing you back to reality.

She pulls you away from the situation, guiding you up the stairs and into a bathroom. You lean your back against the cool counter top, looking down at the alcohol stain on the front of your dress.

"Here let me clean that." Emily says softly, tucking her hair behind her ears as she reaches for some paper towel.

You were still angry at that lady who had the nerve to laugh at you, your body was tense and your hands were balled up in fists.

Emily walked up to you, her body pressed so close to yours you could smell the perfume on her neck as she wiped the alcohol off your chest. Emily set her free hand on your forearm, her thumb moving in small circles.

"Darling, you're awfully tense." she says softly.

"Sorry I'm just...mad. That bitch really had the nerve to laugh at me." you scoff.

"I know, just try and forget about it, okay? There's not much else you can do."

"I could spill a drink on her." you suggest, causing Emily to laugh.

Emily finishes up wiping off your dress, but she stays close to you, her eyes flicking up to meet yours.

"What?" you say with a smile.

"Nothing..." she looks down, "you just...you're cute when you get all riled up."

You smirk and move your hands to her hips, the tight material of her dress leaving little to your imagination.

"Yeah?" you say, still smirking.

Emily moves her lips to just below your ear, pressing soft open mouth kisses down your neck.

"Em..." you moan softly.

She continues to kiss your neck. Your hands move up her back, reaching for the zipper on her dress when she pulls back from you.

"Wha- why'd you stop?" you say with a slight pout.

"You can take this dress off me later, let's go enjoy the party, hm?" she says with a smile, fixing your hair before she grabs your hand dragging you out of the bathroom.

"Emily, you're such a tease." you say, still holding onto her hand.

"Oh but you love it." she says, moving her hand to be around your waist.

You smile, shaking your head as Emily guides you back to the party. And she was right, she had you wrapped around her finger, and you were not planning on letting go.