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Venable/Reader: Drunken Confessions

Part 6/6 – Slow Burn

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

Summary: Wilhemina serves wine at dinner, and it backfires in her face. (Does it?)

Warnings: sexual tension, light power play, light praise kink, NSFW

Word count: 5.3k

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You awoke the next morning with anticipation and excitement coursing through your veins. Wilhemina hadn’t specified what she’d expected of you today, but you figured it would be obvious when it presented itself.

You got ready for the day, double checking everything for good measure. There was no way you could know how she would be ‘assessing whether or not you met expectations;’ all you could do was make sure your dress was free of wrinkles and hair neatly tied.

Your legs bounced with a mixture of excitement, nervousness, and arousal as you walked to the laundry room. This side of Wilhemina never failed to make your knees weak and mouth dry; it was intoxicating, the way she took control of your body without touching it, without being in the same room as you. She was nowhere in sight, yet your head spun and thighs clenched as you thought about the day’s events.

Unbeknownst to you, Wilhemina actually had nothing planned. She’d said her words in the heat of the moment, and she daren’t take them back. She knew how much you loved a slow burn, how anticipation was half of the fun for you. She couldn’t wait to see you at the end of your shift, flustered and panicky, cheeks burning and core clenching.

You folded the laundry and put new loads in the washer and dryer, eyes constantly darting around the room to look for any sort of sign. Your heart was beating furiously, so you tried to take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down.

Ashley was across the room, finishing up her tasks in a timely manner like always. Could she sense your tension? Could she see the way your hands shook and eyes wandered? Could she smell the desire seeping from your pores?

Jesus Christ, you need to get it together.

—-

By the time your shift finished, you’d calmed down a bit, but you were growing worried that perhaps you’d missed a sign, a signal you were meant to catch. You knew that whatever Wilhemina was planning was meant to be lighthearted, but you couldn’t help but think you’d already messed it up. You tried not to think about that, and instead focused on the heat residing inside of you, aching to see Wilhemina again.

Surely if you disappointed her, there would be another sort of ‘reward.’ It would be disguised as a punishment, but you and her would both know it wouldn’t be anything of the sort. You couldn’t help the small smile on your lips as you walked to Wilhemina’s office, your steps faltering as the nerves came back at full force.

They were good nerves, you thought. Whether or not you’d exceeded expectations, something good would come of it.

And even if nothing came of it, you would be content to share another evening with her in comfortable silence, enjoying the company of the woman you’d come to adore.

You knocked lightly on the door, not letting yourself in like usual. You were supposed to be a good girl, remember? Manners are key.

Wilhemina smiled to herself as she heard the knock, laughing under her breath at the way you were obviously proving your obedience by waiting for her proper invitation. She walked slowly, edging the suspense as long as she could and making sure her cane was heard through the door so as to alert you of her presence.

You swallowed, hands fidgeting at your sides as you waited for the door to open.

“Y/N.” She greeted, eyeing you like a delicious meal and stepping aside to let you in. Wilhemina couldn’t contain the smirk on her lips as she took you in; you were exactly how she’d expected.

“Ms. Venable.” You greeted in return, the words coming out far more strangled than you’d meant. You cleared your throat, walking past her quickly and standing a few feet away from her, eyes focused on the floor in front of you.

Wilhemina hummed, closing the door and standing with both hands resting atop her cane, her eyes scanning your figure. She decided she would be nonchalant, try to pry the neediness out of you like a cat with a mouse; she would remain stoic, feign disinterest in your flustered state until she was satisfied with the outcome.

Her body betrayed her. Wilhemina took a step towards you, her one hand grabbing your arm and pulling you to her, your lips crashing together and arms wrapping around her waist. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you when your lips met hers, the heat inside of you suddenly feeling like a volcano on the brink of eruption.

Wilhemina bit your lower lip, causing you to gasp and giving her access into your mouth, where her tongue slid over yours and immediately won dominance. You whimpered into her mouth as her hand grabbed your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to her.

You broke the kiss, breaths coming in hot and fast, face flushed beyond doubt. Wilhemina’s eyes were pitch black, her lips slightly swollen and cheeks the lightest shade of pink. You gave her a shy smile, and she kissed your lips once more before taking a step back and regaining her senses.

“Well then,” Wilhemina cleared her throat. “I suppose I’m serving wine at dinner tonight.”

You laughed, shaking your head at the turn of events; out of every scenario you’d imagined when making your way here, this you were not expecting.

“I’m not complaining, but I’m a bit lost here, Mina.” You smiled, taking her hand in yours and gazing lovingly at her. She returned your smile, she herself not quite understanding what just happened.

“I’m not sure myself, to be quite honest.” Wilhemina explained how she hadn’t technically planned anything, but that she definitely was not expecting to give in to you so easily.

You gave her a warm smile, pulling her into you for a small kiss before resting your forehead against hers.

Your heart swelled in your chest. This woman had had such high walls when you’d met her, not an ounce of happiness evident in her life. Yet she’d allowed you to break her down into the kind, loving woman who stood before you.

“Mina?” You whispered, your heart suddenly beating very fast in your chest.

Wilhemina hummed in question, her eyes shut in content, still resting her head against yours with an arm draped around your waist.

“I love you.”

You felt her tense. Her breathing stopped, and though you weren’t sure what her reaction would be, you wouldn’t dare take it back. You loved her. You needed her to know; it didn’t matter if she said it back.

You hugged her tighter, keeping your eyes shut in fear that tears would spill if you opened them.

“I love you, too.” Wilhemina whispered into your hair, her voice so soft and delicate like you’d never heard before.

——

You slipped into a clean dress, hair neatly placed and face freshly washed. Dinner would be served shortly, and you couldn’t help the grin on your face as you thought about Wilhemina presenting the wine to the occupants. You wouldn’t be there to witness it, but you were assigned clean-up duty this evening, so you would be able to see her before she retreated back to her office.

Walking to the adjoining dining room assigned to greys, you took your place next to Ashley. She eyed you suspiciously but didn’t say anything; she would know why you were so giddy soon anyway.

Wilhemina had to order Ms. Mead to serve the wine, since she hadn’t complied the first time. Her emotions were all over the place; she was doing this for you, and only you. None of these occupants deserved to indulge in such divine wine. But she wanted to make you happy, so she resumed her authoritative appearance and made her way to the main dining room, taking her place at the head of the table.

Purples sat around the table making small talk with one another. Wilhemina scowled at their behavior; they were always so loud, so emotional with their words and gestures.

She tapped her cane on the ground, standing from her seat and bringing all attention to her.

“Good evening. Dinner will resume per usual, but there will be a slight adjustment to tonight’s meal, or rather, beverage.” Wilhemina nodded to a grey who was standing at the edge of the room, signaling for the boy to fetch the wine glasses. “We will be partaking in Cabernet Sauvignon Merlot, a fine red wine— and although I contemplated whether you imbeciles deserved to indulge in such fine things, I do hope you relish in the feeling for the night, as it will be the first and last time you will be given the opportunity.”

The purples gaped at the woman at the head of the table, not believing her words. “What?” One of them blurted out.

Wilhemina glared at him, her cane tapping on the ground. “You will each be allowed one glass of wine with your meal. There will be no seconds, and you will be expected to contain yourselves, as I’m sure you’re more than capable of doing.” She spoke with bitter sarcasm, a cruel edge to her words.

“I never thought I’d see the day.” One woman said with a teasing lilt to her voice, grinning widely to the man next to her.

“Right? Has she gone soft on us?” He questioned, the same teasing evident in his voice.

This is exactly what Wilhemina had been afraid of; she could not lose her dominance in this place. For a split second, she directed her internal anger towards you; you were the one to convince her to do this, after all. But she quickly came to her senses, focusing all of her anger on the incompetent people in front of her.

Wilhemina slammed her cane on the floor, lips pursed into a thin line and grip on her cane tightening. “Shall I revoke the offer?” She asked loudly, and the purples fell silent as the greys set the wine glasses in front of each of them.

Dinner resumed as usual, but Wilhemina could not shake the feeling that this was all a horrible mistake. She sipped at her wine, not wanting to indulge in it without you by her side.

You and Ashley clinked your glasses together, not verbally toasting to anything in particular, but enjoying the empty gesture nonetheless. She didn’t ask how you knew there would be wine, which you were grateful for considering you hadn’t bothered to come up with a lie if she had asked.

You wished you could be with Wilhemina, eating your meals together and clinking your glasses with empty gestures, but you tried not to dwell on that for now. You would see her soon enough, and you couldn’t wait to tease her about giving in to you so easily.

After finishing your meal and wine, you and two other greys entered the main dining room to clean up the area. You met Wilhemina’s gaze from across the room, giving her a small smile. She did not return the gesture; in fact, she looked pissed. Her eyes didn’t soften at the sight of you, and her grip on her cane was causing her knuckles to turn white.

You furrowed your brows, wanting to ask her what was wrong, but you decided now wasn’t the best time.

Wilhemina remained seated as you and the other greys gathered the dishes from the table. You paused momentarily by her side, considering whether she would appreciate a small gesture of comfort or if it would just make things worse. You weren’t sure what was bothering her, so you decided to simply brush past her, the smallest contact unnoticeable to anyone else; she let out a small sigh, her grip loosening on her cane for the briefest of moments.

—-

You knocked on Wilhemina’s door, opening it a few inches to peek inside. You couldn’t help but be a bit hesitant; you weren’t sure if she was still angry, or really what she was feeling.

“Can I come in?” You asked quietly.

“Of course, darling. Come here.” Wilhemina answered from her seat by the fireplace.

You gave her a shy smile, stepping through the door and closing it behind you quietly. Walking towards her, your steps faltered just slightly a few feet away from her.

Wilhemina frowned at you. She wasn’t happy with the way dinner had gone, but she’d hoped you didn’t blame yourself for her sour mood. She stood from her seat, taking a step towards you and giving you a weak smile. It didn’t reach her eyes.

“I, um, I hope everything went well at dinner.”

She sighed, reaching her hand out to take yours and lead you to the seat beside her. A heavy silence hung over you, the air thick with words unspoken. You fidgeted in your seat, Wilhemina’s gaze focused on the fireplace.

“It did not.” She answered shortly. You stared at her profile, noticing the way her jaw clenched as she debated her next words. “Those idiots took advantage of my one act of kindness, just as I’d expected.”

Part of you felt like this was your fault. You wanted to apologize, to assure her that you hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. But another part of you wondered if she was overreacting a bit; you hadn’t heard any commotion from the other room. Surely there would have been audible yelling if the situation had gotten that out of hand.

“How so?” You inquired. You tried to keep your voice neutral, but the smallest bit of teasing laced your words.

As much as Wilhemina tried to uphold her authority, you knew her better than she’d ever admit. You knew this was her way of projecting her insecurities onto the occupants; sure, they had teased her a bit for allowing them a glass of wine, but you were sure they didn’t actually believe she was going soft.

Wilhemina huffed, her eyes meeting yours and seeing the way your lips curved upward just so. Anger flared inside of her; her lips pursed, posture straightening in her seat.

“Is this amusing to you, Miss Y/L/N? Do you find pleasure in my discomfort?”

You knew her words were meant to sting, and for a moment, they did. You faltered just slightly before your eyes softened. Giving her a reassuring smile, you laced your hands together in your lap and nodded for her to continue.

Wilhemina didn’t want to take her anger out on you. She knew you were here to listen, here to comfort her if need be. She couldn’t help but feel like a child, the way you waited patiently for her to open up to you. God, how she wanted to scream and throw a tantrum in this moment. But she wouldn’t; instead, she would build up her walls, purse her lips and clench her jaw, keep her posture ramrod straight, voice emotionless and eyes void.

“Mina–”

“Ms. Venable.”

You frowned. You considered standing from your seat and kneeling before her as you’d done several times, but you decided against it.

“Hey. Don’t do that. It’s just me. I’m here to help.” You assured her, your voice soft and loving and oh, how her heart ached at the sound.

Wilhemina wanted to take you in her arms and hold you until she felt secure again, to feel your warmth and the love you felt for her. She replaced the feeling of longing with more anger, hiding behind the trusted emotion as she’d done for her whole life, and you recognized the moment of weakness, how her eyes opened for the smallest of seconds only to be clouded again.

This time you didn’t hesitate to stand from your seat and take your place at her feet. You knelt before her, your hands resting delicately on her knees and eyes scanning her face as she kept her stare on the flames dancing in front of her. It’s not that she didn’t trust you, but she feared that you would grow tired of prying the emotions out of her, and you would eventually give up, just as everyone else had. She wanted to open up, she wanted to so badly, but her heart had invincible armor protecting it, and no matter how hard she tried to unveil the armor, it was screwed into the foundation of her heart, and the screws were digging into her muscles and she was screaming, aching to be set free.

“What happened at dinner?” You asked her quietly, voice hesitant but dripping with love and care and all things good. Wilhemina let out a small breath, shaking her head and closing her eyes.

Her words were cold, demeaning. “Exactly what I’d feared. They accused me of ‘going soft.’” She let out an incredulous laugh, and it was dark, so humorless and full of rage that you almost retracted your touch. “Because you…” She met your gaze. The anger in her eyes faltered, seeing the look of conflicting emotions behind yours.

Her words lost their edge. “You convinced me to give in to unnecessary pleasures.”

You gave her a small smile, nodding and rubbing your hands on her knees and just slightly up her thighs. “Is that such a bad thing?” You made sure your voice was innocent, your eyes soft and open for her to drown inside of, and she did.

You watched as Wilhemina’s resolve crumbled, her lips relaxing and shoulders dropping.

She brought her hands to cup your face, her thumbs swiping across your cheeks. You leaned in to her touch, a lazy smile on your face as you relished in the feeling of warmth spreading throughout your body, a warmth signifying love, adoration, contentment.

“Come here, darling.” Wilhemina mumbled, her hands lowering to your jaw and guiding you to her.

Your lips met hers and began to move in slow, languid movements, both of you pouring every ounce of love you had for one another into the kiss. You brought your hands up to cup hers on your face, breaking the kiss to place a kiss on her palm, and turning to do the same on her other hand.

Wilhemina watched with overwhelming love as you kissed her palms, her heart stuttering in her chest. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” She whispered softly.

You smiled at her, standing straight and taking her hands in yours, guiding her to stand with you. You pulled her flush against you, your hands finding their place on her hips and her arms draping loosely around your neck.

You leaned in until your lips were just brushing hers, then moved your head to the side to whisper in her ear.

“Let me show you…” you placed a kiss behind her ear, “…how much you deserve my love.”

You placed soft kisses along her jaw, your hands gripping her hips tighter with every kiss. Wilhemina hummed, her hands tangling in your hair and keeping your body against hers. You placed your hands on her lower back, pulling back to look at her; her eyes were half closed and cheeks flushed, and God, how you wanted to devour her right then and there.

“Is this okay?” You asked, your hands sliding up her back to the base of her curve. She nodded, closing her eyes shut.

Wilhemina had never let anyone touch her like this. She was worried, anxious, downright panicking on the inside, but she trusted you. She knew you wouldn’t hurt her, and she’d wanted this for so long. She kept her eyes tightly shut as you continued placing kisses along her jaw and down her neck, your hands staying just below the curve of her spine; she feared if she opened them, you would disappear, none of this would be real, she would be alone.

You found her pulse point, leaving an open mouthed kiss there, sucking just so on the skin and soothing the area with your tongue. A low moan vibrated from Wilhemina’s throat, her hand tightening in your hair, and you smiled against her skin, your lips traveling back up to her jaw, along her cheek, and finally, her lips.

She moaned into your mouth and you hummed in return, her tongue searching every inch of your mouth, wanting to memorize every indent, every crevice. Her movements were too fast, too forceful, but you understood. You knew how difficult this must be for her, to let someone see this side of her.

“Mina, slow down,” You mumbled into her lips, laughing under your breath and placing your forehead against hers. “I’m not going anywhere. We have all the time in the world.”

Wilhemina nodded, her hand loosening the grip on your head. You kissed her lips again, soft and sweet, before taking her hand in yours and leading her into the adjoining room– her bedroom.

Her steps faltered, and you quickly realized she didn’t have her cane to support her; you wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her against your side as you led her to the bed in the center of the room.

You placed a kiss on her cheek, gently setting her on the edge of the bed. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with; tell me to stop and I’ll stop, okay?” Your hand caressed her cheek, and she nodded in answer.

Wilhemina pulled you onto her lap, her lips crashing into yours as your thighs landed on either side of hers. You laughed into the kiss, loving how eager she was and how much she wanted this.

Your hands found the zipper of her dress, and you tugged on it slightly without breaking the kiss, silently asking for permission. Wilhemina stiffened, her lips not moving against yours anymore and causing you to pull back.

“It’s okay if you want to leave it on—“

“I trust you.” She swallowed. You kissed her forehead and moved from her lap to kneel behind her on the bed. You placed your hands on her shoulders.

“Are you sure?” You asked, one hand placed on the zipper.

“Yes, get this fucking dress off of me or so help me God…”

Your laugh cut her off, and you moved her hair to one side before placing a kiss to her neck and slowly pulling the zipper down her back.

Wilhemina held her breath. She’d never shown anyone her back before. Only doctors, and that was years ago. She feared you would be repulsed, run out of the room and never speak to her again. But she knew you loved her. You’d made her feel so unbelievably loved. No one had ever treated her the way you do— so patient, so caring.

You slid the zipper down her back, revealing the curve of her spine. You leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of her spine, your hands sliding beneath the fabric on her shoulders and pushing it slightly down to reveal more of her skin.

Wilhemina shivered at the touch and the cool air on her skin. You continued placing featherlight kisses along her shoulders and slowly pushing the fabric off of her arms until it pooled around her waist.

“You are so beautiful.” You whispered, bringing your hand to her cheek and turning her head to meet your gaze.

Wilhemina captured your lips in hers, turning so she could cup your face in her hands. You guided her to lay in the center of the bed, her head resting on the pillows. You made sure she was comfortable, slipping the dress down her legs and leaving her in almost nothing.

Your eyes scanned her body as you began to discard your own dress. You weren’t sure what the night would bring, but you figured she would feel more comfortable if she wasn’t the only one undressed.

Her eyes turned dark at the sight of you. She propped herself up on her elbows, lips parted just so as you crawled on top of her.

You smiled at her, your hands on either side of her as you hovered above her chest. Wilhemina brought both hands to the back of your neck, pulling you flush against her and kissing you with everything she had. You moaned into the kiss; the feeling of her skin against yours was otherworldly. You ran one hand up her ribs, stopping just below her chest and tightening your grip.

Wilhemina nodded, not breaking the kiss as her hands raked through your hair. You brought your hand to cup her breast, squeezing just so and earning another moan into your mouth. You smiled against her lips, bringing one leg between her own and lightly grinding into her center.

She gasped, and you pulled away to meet her eyes. “Is this okay?” You asked, rubbing your thigh against her and continuing your ministrations on her chest.

“God, yes, don’t stop.” She breathed, her one hand bringing your lips back to hers and her other hand roaming over your body, memorizing every inch of you.

Your kisses trailed down to her jaw and down her neck, sucking on the skin just below her collarbone as you ground your hips into hers. The noises coming from her throat were the only indication you needed to continue.

“Can you sit up for me?” You asked through heavy breaths, snaking one arm under her back to help her into the position.

You brought one hand to the clasp of her bra, silently asking for permission. Wilhemina held her breath but nodded in answer, and you kissed her delicately as you discarded the piece of clothing. Your hands immediately found their place on her breasts, kneading them and rubbing your palms over her nipples, carefully lying her back down on the sheets. Wilhemina arched her back into the touch, your thigh between her legs providing more pressure onto her clit as you lowered your mouth onto her chest. You kissed every freckle, sucking gently on the skin and leaving light marks along your path.

Wilhemina let out a low moan as you took her nipple into your mouth, raking your teeth over the sensitive bud and kneading the other with your fingers.

“You are making the most divine sounds,” You mumbled against her skin, and she whimpered at the vibrations against her chest. You turned your attention to her other nipple, continuing your actions and letting your free hand explore her body below you.

You squeezed her hip in your hand, your nails digging into the skin there and her hips bucked up into your thigh, causing you to moan in unison at the sensation. You trailed kisses down her chest and stomach, stopping just below her navel. Your fingers tugged at the fabric on her hips, and she lifted her legs for you to discard the last piece of clothing.

You tossed it to the side, lowering yourself so that your face was hovering above her center. You moaned at the sight; she was dripping onto the sheets and you had to hold yourself back from devouring her right then and there.

Placing soft kisses on the inside of her thighs, your hands roamed over her hips and she brought one hand to your hair, tugging slightly to encourage your actions. You smiled against her skin, biting down on the skin just an inch away from where she needed you most.

“Fuck, please,” Wilhemina whimpered, her thighs clenching and heat dripping from her onto the inside of her thighs. You licked a stripe up her thigh, gathering the wetness and moaning at the taste, sending vibrations throughout her body and earning another low moan from her.

“Please, what?” You asked innocently, looking up at her through your eyelashes.

Her eyes turned pitch black, her hand tightening in your hair and tugging you towards her lips. You kissed her, her moan swallowed by your mouth as she tasted herself on your lips. She bit down on your lip, pushing you back down to your previous position and spreading her legs.

“Fuck me.”

Your tongue licked a stripe up her slit, gathering her wetness and moaning into her. Wilhemina moaned so loudly you briefly wondered if anyone would hear, but you couldn’t care less. You teased her entrance with your tongue before traveling up to her clit and flattening your tongue on the bud. She bucked her hips up into you, and you took her clit between your lips, lightly sucking on it and humming at the taste of her. Her nails dug into your scalp, her thighs tightening around your head as you focused on her clit.

You brought one hand to the inside of her thigh, tracing patterns on the skin there before running a finger through her folds and gathering her wetness. You slipped the tip of your finger into her entrance, feeling her walls clench in anticipation. Your tongue worked at her clit, building up wetness before you slipped your finger inside of her.

The moan that escaped her lips caused you to moan in return, the sounds filling the room around you. Your teeth grazed her clit, her hips jerking up into you and causing your finger to completely enter her without warning. She gasped at the feeling, but you didn’t stop; you curled your finger inside of her, your tongue circling her clit faster until her thighs were shaking.

You stopped for a moment, your finger still inside of her. “Do you think I can add another finger, darling?” You asked, curling your finger inside of her for emphasis.

She nodded, an incoherent moan escaping her lips at the feeling. You smiled, kissing the inside of her thigh before returning your tongue to her folds and slipping your finger out of her. You sucked the remnants of her off of your finger before adding another, slowly inserting them to make sure she wasn’t in any pain.

Wilhemina’s hips bucked into you, your fingers curling inside of her and hitting the perfect spot as your tongue lapped up her wetness. Her breathing was heavy, her chest flushed. You brought your free hand up to hold hers, intertwining your fingers together.

You hummed against her clit, pumping your fingers one last time as she came undone before you. She bit her lip to stifle her moans, her entire body feeling like it was on fire as you slowed your thrusts inside of her and lapped up all of the wetness escaping her.

Wilhemina squeezed your hand in hers, a lazy smile on her face as you met her gaze. You smiled at her, moving to hover over her and kiss her lips, both of you swallowing the moans as you tasted her on your tongue.

You rested your forehead against hers, kissing her lips one last time before you snuggled into her side, one arm draped around her torso.

“You’re incredible.” You praised, kissing the skin on her shoulder. Wilhemina hummed, her hand running up and down your back.

Suddenly, she pushed you onto your back, her body hovering over yours and eyes turning dark once more. You bit your lip, a small smile spilling onto your face.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge here, darling.” Wilhemina cooed, one hand brushing the stray hairs away from your face.

She brought one hand to the hem of your panties, pulling on the fabric. “Be a good girl and take these off for me.”

—-

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