#she’s so hot im def replaying re3

[jadeddaydream]

Miss You So

Pairing: Jill Valentine x Reader

CW: AFAB reader w/ Fem pronouns, nudes, showering w/ no sex (not yet at least), cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, praise, scissoring, overstimulation, begging, teasing.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Post DI!Jill (I love older women too much sorry), proofread, love you guys and ty for all the love on my last post!!

It was a rainy night, water dripping down your windows and the temperature low. The cold engulfed you from all angles, no matter how many comforters you cover yourself in. All you could think about is your wife. How she was, what she was doing, how long she was to do it. You knew her work was important to her and that she didn’t like to be disturbed, but how you missed her so. All you wanted was her attention and for her to be home in your arms.

Feeling mischievous and needy, you tried a shower to calm your nerves. Running some hot water you placed your phone on the bathroom counter. You just wanted her home, by any means. A lightbulb went off in your head, you grinning at the sight of your phone. You stepped inside the shower, engulfing yourself under the warm water.

Jill took another sip of her coffee which was quickly growing cold. Chewing on her pen, attempting to finish the report in front of her that was urgent. Her phone on silent mode, vibrated. She wondered who was texting her at this time of night; usually, you were in bed by this time, asleep. She clicked on the message, opening her phone. She hoped it wasn’t an emergency or anything like that.

To her relief, it wasn’t. It was a picture of you in the shower, soapy breasts coming into view. She could see your nipples, hard and perky. Your hand on your collarbone, another message at the bottom. This time it was text, captioned;

‘I miss youuuuu.’

Before she could even reply she was hounded by another goddamn pic, this time it was your hand cupped over your cunt; fingers inside yourself.

Captioned with, “What time will you be home? I don’t think I’ll be able to wait.” With a kissy face emoji completing the sentence. Jill hastily closed her phone, with no reply and began packing up whatever she was working on. She hated to be distracted from her work and you were in for it. She’ll finish the damned reports tomorrow morning. Tossing her bag over her shoulder, she left her office heading towards the parking lot.

The drive home was fast and blurred. Rain poured down on her windshield, she sped through the streets. Jill may have ran a few red lights on the way there, but no one was around anyway. She wondered what you were doing at home, imagining you with a hand between your legs, touching yourself with a fever under the warm water of the shower, covered in nothing but soap. Maybe you moaned her name a couple of times, maybe you were close; holding from finishing yourself off before she got home.

She entered the gate code and drove through the neighborhood, making a couple of turns before pulling up in the driveway. She got out of the car and grabbed her bag before walking up to the front door and pushing her keys inside the lock, twisting them, and opening the door. She kicked her boots off, placing them on the shelf next to the door along with her bag, which she placed on her desk in a room separate from the living room. She walked upstairs, silence following her throughout the house. You wouldn’t even know that she was coming.

Jill made her way up the stairs, anticipation of seeing you. No matter how many times she saw you, it always made her feel something deep, her stomach twisting into knots each time. She walked down the hall and inside your bedroom, seeing the trail of clothes you purposely left to lead her to the bathroom. Jill chuckled at your display of desperation, happy that you desired her as much as she did you. She knew her workaholic tendencies weren’t exactly ideal, and sometimes she just needed a push towards release. She undressed, tossing her clothes in a basket before walking towards your shared bathroom.

You were washing your body with a sensual touch in your movements that isn’t common. But you knew you were going to have company so you continued. Wanting to be witnessed, lust being the only drive behind your actions. You moved the loofah through your breasts, lathering the soap; having drip down your chest and body. You smiled salaciously when you heard the creak of the bathroom door, continuing your previous actions. The door having an issue with the hinges, giving her away.

Jill stepped inside the shower, water spreading across her skin. Your backside, coming into view. She watched as you continued to groom yourself, feeling like a voyeur at the way her eyes scanned your body. She pulled against you against her waist, before speaking.

“Hmm…mind to tell me what the photoshoot was for?” She snuck up behind you, pushing your hair to the side to whisper in your ear.

“I missed you.” You shivered as you felt her hands on your waist, warm breath still on your ear. Her hands came up slowly, now cupping and slowly kneading your breasts. “Missed you too.” She nipped at your neck, watching as you cried out when she pinched your nipple. She pulled away to your surprise, leaving you holding your breath.

“Let’s finish this and I’ll give you all my attention, okay?” She kissed your neck softly, hands returning to your waist as you mumbled out a ‘yes’, still sexually frustrated.

You both washed up, you being playful at times. Blowing bubbles at Jill; who laughed at way foamy bubbles passed through the air towards her. Exchanging kisses here and there and finally finishing with you washing her hair, relishing at the way she hummed when you massaged her scalp. You both stepped out and dried off, Jill staring at you wrapped in nothing but a towel.

“I can see you staring.” You giggled, Jill breaking her aggressive eye contact from your form and returning it to your eyes. “Not like I was trying to hide it.” She grinned, wringing a towel through her hair. You dropped it, wrapping your arms around her neck. Eyes trailing up and down, you bit your lip. God, you drove her crazy.

Jill crashed her lips into yours, before grabbing your arm and having you move to the bedroom. She pushed you on the bed, your body moving upwards to accommodate her. She moves towards you with the intention of devouring you, attaching her lips to yours before moving to your neck. Massaging your breasts while leaving hickeys on your neck. You moaned out, body hot and ready.

She teased you, nipping on the underside of your breast. “Tell me how much you missed me.” She whispered against your skin. You spread your legs, “So much, couldn’t help but think about you all day.” Your body responds to her touch with an uncontrollable ardor. “Yeah, that’s why you sent me those slutty photos; couldn’t take your mind off me?” She loved the distress in your voice, knowing that you were bound to explode if she didn’t touch you where you needed it soon.

But, how she loved to torture you.

Your eyes met hers as she rose to kiss you once again. You looked at her with a gaze that was laced with sin. Your body subconsciously arched into hers, wanting nothing more but her touch, her scent, her mouth, her everything. You watched as she moved lower, her hands coming to grab the underside of your thighs.

“Wow, you’ve made such a mess and we just got out the shower.” Jill chuckled, her breath making contact with your cunt, Jill spreading you; watching you leak onto the expensive sheets. “Dirty girl,” She rasped, biting at your thigh. You let out a sigh of distress and desire, wanting nothing more but to have her please you. But first, she had to get her fill of watching you crumble.

“Please, I want you so bad,” You whispered, moaning at Jill sucking hickeys into your thighs. It was a show really, watching your swollen cunt clench around nothing and your stomach cave in along with your face in an emotion nothing short of pure want. “Jill.” Your voice taking her out of her own head, filled with nothing but scenarios of making your scream.

She bit you once more, before finally moving down onto your swollen bud; teasing it a bit with a couple slow licks and moving to sucking, hard. You cried out, hand reaching behind you to grab a pillow to keep your sanity. Your shaky and breathless moans were reminiscent of paradise, Jill willing to do anything to receive the key. She snuck two fingers towards your entrance, pressing them inside. She watched as you howled, your voice shaky and winded.

“Yes!” Your eyes rolled back as you felt her fingers move upwards, her mouth still stimulating your clit. Your hips bucking up involuntarily, Jill pressing down on your stomach to keep you in place. “Stay still.” She growled in your cunt, face sticky and covered in your fluids. You tried your best to follow her command, body trembling from time to time. She raised her head for a moment, fingers still inside and abusing your g-spot.

Then she spat.

Watching your pussy clench around her fingers and hearing you moan so loud that it could be heard throughout the house drove her insane. “Fuck that’s it.” Jill watched intently, her drool moving like sap down your puffy clit and onto the crevices of her fingers. You wailed her name, legs tense and in the air. She could tell that you were on the peak, back arched and voice high and needy.

“Jill, Jill, Jill, Jillll!” You drawled out, the heat blossoming in your stomach; the force knocking the wind out of your body. You heaved, Jill relishing in your filthy noises. She leaned back in as she felt you clench around her fingers, hard. Sucking on your clit, she finished you off; you letting out a squeal. Crying out her name in a compilation of gibberish, you whined as she slowed her pace; letting you ride out your orgasm.

How she wished she could do this all day.

“Shh, it’s alright.” She moved upwards, wiping her face with the back of her hand before kissing you softly. She cupped your cheek with her free hand. “My good girl.” She smiled lovingly at your facial expression, eyes low and irises blown. “You’re not too tired are you?” She asked with a soft voice, one that she only used with you.

You shook your head. “Good.” She raised her leg over yours, placing her wetness on top of yours. She spent a moment still, giving you a moment to recover before adjusting her hips to align her pussy with yours. You both moaned in unison as her hips began to move. “Fuck baby, you’re soaked,” Jill whined, hissing as she maintained a steady rhythm. She grinded on you hard, making you cry out due to the intense sensation.

The sodden feel of your fluids melding spread to your thighs. You reached out a hand, placing it on Jill’s breast and gently rubbing her nipple. She groaned, hips rocking back and forth against you. You moaned out, reaching forward to kiss Jill. Her tongue conquered your mouth, growling in your mouth as she conquered your body as well.

“Shit you drive me insane, don’t you know that?” She pulled away from your lips, hers damp and swollen. “Sending me those pictures while I’m writing reports, begging for me to fuck you senseless.” “You happy now?” Jill asked out of breath and the most you could do is nod in a fucked out daze, eyes rolling back when she ground a bit harder into you.

Above you was a goddess, using you as she pleased. Her bottom lip caught under her teeth, a small bead of sweat sliding down her temple. A strong arm holding your leg up, you entranced by her muscles and the way they protruded as she held you in place. You watched as her hips rolled over yours, Jill shuddering at the delicious pleasure she felt due to the friction of you both. Loud groans, grunts, and whimpers were all that was heard between you two.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close.” The sound of your cunts grinding against one another becoming louder and louder by each passing second. “Don’t stop.” You responded in a whimper. “I would even dream of it, oh my God.” Jill said, closing her eyes as pleasure coursed through her veins, moaning out when she reached her peak. “Fuck!” She yelled out as she gushed on top of you, still keeping her hips moving as she did before.

You followed shortly after, the second orgasm groundbreaking and potent. You smashed your lips against Jill’s and cried into her mouth. A hand wrapped around her bicep, the firm muscle under your fingertips. Whispering her name once you both pull apart, Jill slows her hips to help you ride out your orgasms. Leaning forward and kissing you more softly this time, she held your face in her hand; humming as you wrapped your arms around her. She pulled away, landing on her side.

“You’re so beautiful.” She said, wrapping you in her arms. You were still in a daze, eyes low and body limp. You both spent a moment in each other's embrace. Your blinks became heavier over time, Jill taking notice.“Don’t fall asleep yet, we gotta get cleaned up.” You mumbled, “I’m not sleepy.” Your eyes threatened to close on you.

“Yes you are, you’re doing that thing with your eyes.” She teased, poking your nose to awaken you. You rolled your eyes, laughing as she did it again. “I’m going to get a towel.” She grinned, before sliding out of bed and walking towards the bathroom. You whistled and propped your head up, Jill laughing as you ogled her. She came back with damp and warm towels.

She cleaned you and herself, passing you some water. You drank, yawning. She discarded the towels, moving to the edge of the bed. Jill slid back in bed next to you, wrapping her arms around you again and pulling the comforter over you.

“What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?” You asked, Jill stroking your face while you did so.

“French toast.” She replied with a quickness, a blush present on her face to her neck.

“Done.” You gave a peck to her lips, happy to have her by your side.