The Heat of Angry Hearts
(Wilhemina Venable x Reader)
A/n: I usually don’t really write smut but I do like this one. It’s not really Dom Mina because I feel like she is definitely a Dom but can also be really passionate.
Warnings: very slight mention of arguing, Smut, Strap-On, 69 (we have too less of that)
The cold air in your shared apartment wrapped around you like an unwelcome blanket, stifling the warmth that usually radiated from your relationship. Wilhemina stood in the kitchen, her fiery red hair a stark contrast against the muted tones of the modern decor. The sharp lines of her strong jaw and the way she tapped her foot relentlessly on the tile gave away more than her simmering frustration. It echoed the storm brewing beneath her calm facade. Across the room sat you, curled on the sofa, staring into your mug of tea, a mix of nervous energy and regret swirling in your stomach.
You’d both said things in the heat of the moment, words that cut and left scars in an instant. Despite the chill that wrapped around the silence, both of you could feel the lingering warmth of desire buried under layers of anger. Wilhemina had always been the dominant one, her very presence commanding respect and drawing your thoughts into a prompt submission. Yet, despite the emotional distance roaring like an angry wind between you, the embers of attraction nestled deep within, whispering promises of what could come next.
“Do you ever think before you speak?” Wilhemina’s voice sliced through the silence, sharper than the knife that lay abandoned on the kitchen counter.
Your heart sank as the annoyance flared in her tone. “Mina, I didn’t mean to—”
“Stop!” she interrupted, turning her back on you, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, usually the older woman crossing the line but you knew today that was on you. “You always say you didn’t mean to, but here we are again.”
Your gaze fell to your lap. It was true, you had a tendency to speak without thinking, a byproduct of your submissive nature. It made you want to blend in, to simply seek approval and love, yet here you were, battling the walls that had sprung between you both.
After a moment, Wilhemina took a deep breath and turned back around. “I don’t want to keep arguing,” she said, this time in a softer tone that drew you in closer. “But we can’t just pretend everything’s okay.”
“I know.” The reply felt small and inadequate but true. The air was thick with unresolved tension, and you could see her resolve faltering as the breadth of her seriousness began to slip, a softness creeping in around the edges.
She stepped closer, her domination still evident but laced now with a vulnerability you rarely got to witness. “Can you at least look me in the eyes when we talk?”
You met her gaze, and the moment felt electric. The initial spark of your conflict simmered, all masked by a steady, mutual need that was hard to ignore. Your heart raced as emotions began to flicker between you. Somewhere beneath the resentment, desire pulsed, and the very sight of Wilhemina, regal and defiant, made you flush deeper.
“You know I hate it when we fight,” she said, her voice lowering, laden with a weight that contradicted the air in the room.
“I hate it too.” You meant it, your voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s just sometimes—”
“Sometimes what?” Wilhemina urged, stepping closer still until she was just a breath away. You could feel the warmth of her body, radiating heat against the frigid backdrop of your surroundings.
“Sometimes I just… can’t help but say what’s on my mind.” The confession hung heavily in the space between you, each heartbeat pounding louder than the last.
Wilhemina’s expression shifted, and you saw the flash of something, perhaps understanding. It melted the tension just a little. “And you need to learn to trust me to handle the conversation, I worked on it you know.” she murmured, her voice both commanding and laced with an undeniable allure.
You couldn’t help but nod, a shiver of anticipation racing up your spine as Wilhemina stepped closer, her firm hands finding your cheeks as she tilted your head gently up. The moment hung in the air, thick and tangible, as she leaned in, the heat between you both igniting the recesses of your desires.
“Come here.” She pulled closer, pressing her body against yours as her lips brushed tantalizingly against your own. It was a slow burn of emotion, and finally, the sanctity of your fight crumbled before the fire of passion that blazed anew.
Your breath mingled, and a whimper escaped you as she deepened the kiss, her tongue teasingly nudging against your lips, asking for permission to delve deeper. You surrendered, parting your lips, allowing her access, your fire igniting alongside hers. There was a rawness in the way she pulled you in, her hands tight and firm, yet laced with that familiar gentleness you’d come to crave.
“Just let it go, little one.” she murmured against your lips, her red hair cascading around your faces, enveloping you both in a cocoon of warmth. The embrace blurred the lines of conflict that had earlier kept you apart. And now, in the fervent dance of skin against skin, anger and frustration phased into something beautiful and abundant.
With a sudden shift, she turned her hold possessive, guiding you toward the bedroom with intent. The cold chill that had settled in the apartment transformed, slipping away in favor of something exquisite. You followed willingly, the irresistible pull of her dominance coaxing you every step of the way.
Once inside the sanctuary of the bedroom, Wilhemina pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. “Are you ready to let me take care of you?”
All you could do was nod, and the response ignited something fierce within her. With a decisive nod, she pushed you gently down onto the bed, her body hovering over yours, eyes ablaze with a wild energy that combined your lingering anger and pure desire. “Good. Just relax and let me handle this.”
A breath caught in your throat as you succumbed to the wave of pleasure that enveloped you, radiated from her commanding presence. The fight, the lingering bitterness, melted into heated kisses more intense than any argument whispered before.
“Mina...,” you gasped as her lips kissed a blazing path from your neck to your collarbone, igniting every nerve ending in their wake, the hunger inside you building and spiraling like a wildfire.
“I’ve got you,” she whispered, and you felt the vulnerability alongside the authority that radiated off her. “Just let go, little one.”
Every bite of her lips, every soft caress of her fingers, chipped away at the cold walls that had encased you, sending previously unresolved tension spiraling into sweet surrender. Your body found its rhythm beneath her guiding force, melting into submission where the fight once lived.
A different kind of warmth spread through you as the two of you melted into each other, the fierce storm outside swallowed by the raging fire within. In that moment, the world beyond dimmed and faded away, leaving nothing but the two of you, entangled in a dance that whispered of forgiveness and resounding passion.
Though you had fought fiercely, it was within that conflict, like a phoenix rising, that desire flourished. With a whisper of dominance and a touch of submission, you found yourselves again, not just as lovers but as partners ready to embrace the lingering embers together.
In a swift motion Wilhemina got off the bed, making her way to a drawer before taking something out of it and making her way back to the bed. As she turned around and you got a better view of her your eyes widen.
Wilhemina stood tall and imposing, her red hair cascading in waves down her back. She exuded an aura of strength, her sharp features softened only by the unmistakable glimmer in her dark eyes. Today, her natural dominance felt magnified, a tantalizing promise that sent shivers down your spine.
On the bed, you lay back against the plush pillows, breathing heavily in a mixture of excitement and respect. You adored the way Wilhemina commanded her space, how her very presence filled the room with an energy that was impossible to ignore. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a pressure building in the air that made your heart race.
“Get up,” Wilhemina commanded softly, though the authority in her tone sent a thrill shooting through you. There was a softness to the command, a reassurance that suggested there was nothing to fear, only pleasure awaiting them both.
Without hesitation, you obeyed, scrambling to a sitting position. “Yes, Wilhemina,” you replied breathlessly, cheeks flushing. The familiar warmth surged within you, igniting the familiar feelings of both eagerness and a hunger to please.
A sly smile graced Wilhemina’s lips and she sauntered closer, her movements deliberate and confident. “You know what I want, don’t you?” she purred, her tone low and sultry as she leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“Yes,” you gasped, feeling a rush of excitement ripple through your body as Wilhemina straightened up, revealing the strap-on harness fastened snugly against her hips. The sight sent a wave of heat pooling in your core, igniting the familiar need that pulsed within. This was what you craved, the blend of dominance and vulnerability, raw passion intertwined with a sense of surrender.
“On your back,” Wilhemina commanded, her voice brooking no argument. There was something intoxicating about the way she issued orders, firm yet affectionate, fierce yet undeniably caring. It was a balance that resonated with the submissive core within you, who shivered with anticipation.
As you obeyed, lying back on the bed, Wilhemina climbed onto the mattress, her body looming above you. “You trust me, don’t you?” she asked, a teasing smile playing on her lips as she locked eyes with you.
“Always,” came the breathy response, filled with a blend of trust and longing.
“Good,” Wilhemina said, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. The connection felt electric, sending sparks flying through every nerve ending. Your hands tangled in the crimson tresses as she deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of sweetness wrapped in a fierce need for control.
The kiss broke, and you gazed up at Wilhemina, enthralled by the intensity simmering in those piercing brown eyes. The world beyond your bedroom faded, leaving nothing but the weight of your connection and the heat building between them.
With precise dominance, Wilhemina settled between your legs, kissing a line down your neck, grazing her teeth along the sensitive skin just below your ear. “I’m going to take care of you, but you must promise to let go and indulge in the pleasure I give,” she whispered.
“I promise,” you breathed, surrendering to the exhilaration of the moment. Every fiber of your being screamed for Wilhemina to take control, to bring forth the desires that lay simmering just beneath the surface.
Wilhemina wasted no time, her hands slipping beneath your curves to tease and explore. She could feel the tension and excitement building, the urgency palpable as a soft gasp escaped your lips. The room was charged with an undeniable heat, a swirl of passion and eagerness.
With a swift motion, Wilhemina positioned the strap-on at your entrance, pausing just for a heartbeat. “Are you ready?” she asked, her eyes searching yours, seeking the unbreakable bond they had forged through trust.
“Yes, please,” came the urgent plea that spilled forth, and that was all the permission Wilhemina needed.
Slowly, she pushed in, taking her time as she filled you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady blend of stretch and depth, accompanied by the delicious sensation of bliss. “You feel so good,” Wilhemina murmured, her voice thick with hunger as she locked her gaze onto your face, cherishing every expression that crossed it.
Each thrust was powerful and measured, a rhythm the two of you had perfected over countless evenings of passionate exploration. Your bodies moved in harmony, a perfect melding of strength and vulnerability. Wilhemina lost herself in the moment, her breath mingling with your soft cries and moans.
“Just like that,” you encouraged, her body arching dangerously close to the edge of ecstasy. “More, please.”
Wilhemina responded to your plea, increasing the pace, her own breath quickening as she reveled in the power she held over your pleasure. The urgency of the moment drove you both, each thrust igniting a deeper connection, a spiral of heat that burned brightly.
“Yes! Don’t stop!” you cried out, your voice rising with the intensity of your desires, and Wilhemina responded with a fierce growl of pleasure.
Your bodies moved together, a beautiful collision of fire and love, passion spiraling further beyond the surface. The world outside faded to nothing as you both centered yourself in this shared ecstasy, where nothing else mattered but the overwhelming need to be one with each other.
As Wilhemina’s movements quickened, your bodies glistened with the evidence of your fervor and it was clear you were both nearing the precipice of release. “Cum for me” Wilhemina commanded, her voice a low, sultry whisper filled with delight, and that single phrase lit the flame within.
With a final thrust, you felt the world erupt in a kaleidoscope of sensations, your body trembling as you surrendered completely to the blissful climax that swept through your body. After you came down from your high Wilhemina leaned back against the thick cushions of your shared bed, her long hair flowing like silk over the pillows. A quiet satisfaction lingered in the air, punctuated only by the sound of your breaths mingling. The thrill of intimacy still pulsed between you two like a living thing. In that charged silence, you felt a pull toward Wilhemina, a magnetic attraction that coursed through your veins.
“What’s on your mind?” she asked, her voice soft, as she pulled herself up slightly on the pillows. The dim light caught her features just right, making her look positively radiant.
“I want to return the favor,” you replied, your heart racing. Suddenly, the weight of your words hung heavy in the air. You could feel the intoxicating blend of excitement and vulnerability welling up inside you.
Wilhemina’s lips curled into a smirk, a flicker of curiosity hinting in her gaze. “Oh? And how do you plan to do that?”
You took a deep breath, the rush of adrenaline making your fingertips tingle. “Now…let me take care of you,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt. The prospect ignited a spark within you, and the thought of you bringing Wilhemina pleasure sent a jolt of heat to your cheeks.
“Alright, then,” she said with a teasing glint in her eyes, half-laying back on the pillows, her body vast and enticing. With every moment, the air thickened with anticipation, the atmosphere crackling between you.
You moved toward her, feeling a rush of excitement churn in your stomach as you settled between her legs. Wilhemina’s breath hitched slightly when you kissed her inner thigh, the soft skin warm and inviting. You could see her body responding, tension rippling through her as you traced a gentle path upward.
“This feels good, little one.” she murmured, her voice a soft melody that echoed in the quiet space around you. You couldn't help but smile, knowing you had her trust completely. You ventured closer, inhaling her intoxicating scent, a mix of musk and something uniquely her. It was a powerful cocktail that made you dizzy with longing.
The moment your tongue met her glistening folds was electric. You felt her body tense beneath you, but just as quickly, she melted into you, hips rising to meet your soft caresses. Each flick of your tongue elicited sweet sounds from her lips, a soundtrack that propelled you further into the depths of exhilaration.
“More…” she breathed, pushing your hair back from your face. The need in her voice only fueled your determination, and you delighted in drawing her pleasure from her.
You worked your tongue expertly, swirling and teasing, taking your time. You loved the way she responded; her body writhed beneath your ministrations, a symphony of sensations as you navigated her curves with tender devotion. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you in this blissful moment, a sacred oasis of intimacy.
Her fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you and urging you on, every sigh and gasp urging you to explore deeper into her. You focused your attention on her clit, persistent and determined, until you felt her body tense in that unmistakable build-up of ecstasy.
“Don’t stop,” Wilhemina gasped, her voice tight, eyes fluttering closed as she neared her peak. You could feel her body thrumming with unacknowledged energy, and you pulled away just enough to whisper, “Not planning to.”
Just then, her eyes flew open, locking onto yours with a need that made your heart race. With renewed determination, you set about coaxing her closer, licking and sucking until watchful anticipation turned into a tide of uncontrolable pleasure. You felt her body quiver before the waves of her climax rushed through her, her back arching as she cried out your name, a sound that was both sweet and affirming.
And once the delicious waves finally ebbed, you crawled up the bed to meet her gaze, both elated and flushed. Wilhemina reached for you, pulling you closer, a mischievous smile on her face. “You have no idea how amazing that was.” she whispered, her voice thick with affection and adoration.
“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea.” you teased back, a thrum of joy racing through you. It wasn’t just the thrill of what had happened. It was something more profound, an ever-deepening bond that felt like the unearthing of hidden treasures.
With a shift of gravity, kisses began anew as the atmosphere crackled with renewed energy. You both met in a tangle of limbs, drawing close once again, eager to shed your inhibitions entirely. The positions swapped as you pulled her onto you, feeling the electric heat of her body meld against yours.
A wellspring of laughter erupted between you as the two of you maneuvered into a sixty-nine position, bodies intertwining, exploration once again at the forefront. You lost yourself in her taste, the warmth of her skin, the way she shifted and responded to your every touch. The two of you became a haven of pleasure, a secret sanctuary as you expertly returned to what you both craved.
Time ceased to exist as you found that delicate balance, giving and taking in equal measure. The room filled with sounds of joy, breathy whispers of each other’s names, a mantra of intimacy that resonated through the walls.
As you both reached that sweet, shared climax, laughter spilled into quiet satisfaction.
The room reverberated with your shared cries, the boundaries of individual selves dissolving in the heat of your union. In those moments, you were free, free to love, to explore, to surrender to the powerful currents of desire that flowed between you.
As you collapsed onto the bed, bodies intertwined and breathless, Wilhemina pulled you close, both basking in the aftermath of your passion. The feeling of satisfaction enveloped you both, grounding you in a world that had become just the two of you.
“I adore you,” Wilhemina murmured, tracing her fingers along your jawline.
“I adore you too,” came the soft response, and in the depths of love, the world outside ceased to matter, leaving only the warmth of each other’s embrace. In this heated room, your hearts rhythmically entwined, a dance of love, an unbreakable bond forged in desire.
