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You and Jill both work for the government. Jill works for S.T.A.R.S., and you work for detective/investigation. You met during work that you had to do together, and you’ve been talking ever since.
Neither of you ever know if the other will come home on time that day, since she either has prolonged missions, or you’re almost finished with a case, so you decide to do the rest so that you don’t have to do it tomorrow.
Today you came home on time. You barely ever do. You kick off your shoes at the door, take off your coat and take off your bag in the flats kitchen.
”Jill?” You call out, but there’s no answer.
She must still be at work. It’s only 6pm. Usually you both get back at around 7-8pm. You pull out the dinner you pre-made a few days ago out of the freezer, heating it up in the microwave. It’s nothing extra, but it tastes like heaven with how hungry you are.
You check your flip phone (since this is Jill from RE3 remake and it’s 1998). You reply to a few messages. Some from work colleagues and some from high school friends.
At around 6:30pm, you hear the front door open.
”Jill?” You call out, this time successfully.
”Babes?” She shouts back. “I’m home!”
She walks to the kitchen to see the still frozen portion of her food on the kitchen counter.
”Food? I’m starving.” She says as she looks at you.
”Yours is there on the counter?” You say with a questioning smirk. Her food is literally right in front of her.
”Yeah, but i want something tastier…” she complains. It’s not like you currently have anything fancier, so what could she possibly want-? Oh…
She’s looking at you with that stupid smug smirk of hers.
”I’m sure you wouldn’t mind finishing your food later right, darling?” Oh… the way that nickname rolls off her tongue. She’s used it before many times, but it sure does make you soak your underwear each time. Before you can even answer her question, she’s on you, picking you up into her arms and carrying you to bed.
She sets you down gently but firmly. She’s a woman who knows what she wants and wont stop till she gets it. Don’t you like that in a woman?
”Darling, I’ve missed you…” she groans against your neck, already on top of you and sucking it. There’ll definitely be marks tomorrow. But it’s not like she’s never done that before.
“Fuck, Jill…” you moan out. She feels like heaven and back. Her teeth nip and bite down on your neck, her mouth sucking on a certain sweet spot below your ear. Her hands are already all over you. One hand is pulling up your shirt, the other latching onto the waistband of your shorts. You help her discard your shirt, the item of clothing being thrown somewhere onto the floor of your shared bedroom. Her shirt follows closely after. Her lips meet yours, rough but gentle at the same time. Her hands runs down from your neck to the straps of your bra. It’s nothing fancy. You weren’t expecting anything to happen today. Her hands lower the bra straps down your shoulders, exposing your plush breasts and nipples that are hardened from the cool air and your arousal. Her lips move from your downwards, to your breasts. Her lips suck on one while she twists the nipple of the other in between her fingers.
"Oh my god-.." you whine. "...you're too good at this baby.."
She looks up at you through fluttering lashes, pausing her ministrations for a second.
"Oh don't worry darling, i know.." she whispers, then continuing her mouths' movements on your breasts. Your hands hold her waist, trying to stable yourself, but they can't help but creep down to her waistband. You can already see her lace underwear riding up above the waistband of her jeans.
Your fingers fumble with her trouser button, trying to undo it. It's not like you can actually see. When you do try to look down, you're met with the sight of Jill kissing up and down your breasts and stomach. She occasionally looks up to see if you're watching her, but continues her movements right after.
You finally get the button undone, pulling them down slightly. Your fingers trail over her hips and the band of her dark blue lacey underwear.
"My favourite colour. Is that for me baby?" You ask. She sucks harder, making your back arch towards her and forcing a deep moan out your throat.
She returns her lips to yours, tongue pressing against you, asking for permission. You part your lips and let her tongue enter your mouth. You move your fingers down her stomach, until they enter her jeans. You rub her clit in circling motions. She moans inside your mouth. It was unexpected from you, but not unappreciated. Usually you just lay there and look pretty, letting her do anything she wants to you. You both like it that way. So when you actually try do something for her, she sort of freezes.
”Darling… you know I don’t need you to do anything… just lay there and be good…”
”But i wanna help you feel good too-”
”Shh… be a good girl and just lay there for me. You know that’s all i need from you…”
You comply, resting your hands back onto her waist. She moves down your body, resting in between your legs. Her hands slowly undo your shorts. Touching. Teasing. She likes keeping you on edge and waiting. You’re not a very patient person, especially when it comes to stuff like this. She pulls your underwear off along with your shorts, discarding them on the floor with the rest of your clothes. She starts with kissing on your inner thighs. It’s not like she needs to warm you up or anything. You’re practically leaking already. Her mouth makes its way up your thighs, until she finally kisses your clit. She keeps your legs spread with her hands, her tongue going in and out your pulsing cunt. God you need her so bad…. All you can think about is coming for her.
One of her fingers eventually slip in, moving in and out, then replaced with curling motions instead. Your back arches and your hips press down against her face and hand. Another finger slips in not long after. You can feel the tension pooling in your stomach. You don’t even try to stay quiet anymore, moans leaving your lips every curl of her fingers, every lap of her tongue, every warm breath against you.
Jill can tell when you’re close. The way your back arches, the way your breathing becomes heavier, the way your moans become faster, louder, deeper, less controlled. You don’t hold back anymore.
“Jill baby I’m close-” you just about manage to groan out.
”Yeah darling? I love it when you’re close. Cum for me sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum…” she says against your cunt.
You feel yourself release, your whole body reacting. Your back lifts off the mattress, hips shaking, cunt throbbing. Your mind is so out of it that you don’t even realise the mess you’ve made.
”Good girl… it’s ok sweet girl… ride it out….” She comforts, still going at you with her curling fingers. Once you finally come down from your high, you look up at her. Most of her face is glossy, even parts of her hair. No way you could cum that much. She comforts you with kisses covering your thighs and core.
After you gather your thoughts, you finally realised. You must have squirted all over her poor face. You immediately try sit up, frantically apologising.
”Jill- shit- I’m so sorry… I-I-I didn’t even notice-”
”Shh… it’s alright. You know I don’t mind. I’m just glad i made you feel good. You enjoyed it, did you not?”
”Of course i enjoyed it, and you know that.”
She gets up from the bed, walking to her side of the dresser, pulling out one of her shirts before throwing it at you. You put it on. The lone smell of it turns you on. She leaves the room for a second. You can hear noise from the kitchen. She comes back with you now re-heated food and her portion too. She even has your water bottle in her hands. She filled it with ice water. The kind that helps you relax after sex with her.
She sits herself down on the bed, adjusting the pillows to then pull you against her side. She gives you your bowl of food, the water bottle on the nightstand on her side of the bed. You eat your food before cuddling into her side.
“I love it when you’re close.” She ways again. Same words, different meaning. You love having her close too. She has her sleep top on now. You lay your head on her chest/stomach.
When she finishes her food, she sets the bowl on the nightstand next to your bowl. Her hands go to your back, trailing feather-light patterns up and down your spine. You’re actually tired now. You fall asleep to the sound of her heartbeat, light breaths and her whispered comforts.
”I love you darling…”
”You’re so beautiful baby girl…”
”I love holding you in my arms…”
Are the types of loving words you hear whispered into the air. One’s meant for you and only you.
”Goodnight my beautiful baby… I’ll be here when you wake up. Always will… I love you….”