JILL VALENTINE x WIFE!READER
ⓘ content warnings: fluff-smut. post DI. shy!jill. body worship, soft touches. teeny bit of oral. cuddlefucking, tribbing. crying? lots of kissing! sweet jill & wife aw
“ouch—! hey, that’s..” jill hisses, jaw clenched as your fingers skim along the faint raise of a fresh burn-mark that blooms blue-pink against the side of her neck. the muscle jumping once, before forcing it to settle with a roll of her tongue against the inside of her cheek.
“easy, they’re still ..tender,” she tries again, eyes rolling to the side to catch the smile curving upwards on your mouth. joyous expression dimpling your cheeks, and making your eyes crinkle adorably. cute, she thinks. a soft rise of peach coloring high on her defined cheek bones. “and your hands are too cold.”
snort, “liar! you just run freezing.”
your retaliation makes her fluster even more, ducking her head back into her shoulder with a slow breath. then, sucking it back in when your fingers drift lower—grazing the start of a bruise. sickly yellow fading into nasty purple-black in the center. someone, or something, must’ve caught her off guard.
“..yeah, yeah,” jill grunts, shoulder rolling back as you shift on top of her. leg thrown over her pelvis, thighs caging narrow hips against navy sheets. the older woman squints up at you; gaze darting between your pretty face and the hands steadily smoothing down her chest. over the curve of her c-cup breasts, nipples half-hard from skin-on-skin contact.
“you just steal all the heat. swear.”
you brow tilts upward an inch, unimpressed. once sweet smile curling into a cruel smirk at the edges, lids lowered so your lashes wisp over cheek. “me? steal all the heat? valentine, please.” you scoff, overly in disbelief. how could she put that blame on you? you’re not the one who hogs all the good quilts at night.
her lips part to say something back, something witty. something smart. but, whatever complaint or jab that would building in the back of her throat died, in replace of a short whimper. a sound she tried to swallow back at the last second.
your nails, trimmed, drag white lines down the line of her abs. sharp lines softened from the dinner you so dutifully prepared for her, before her flight back into DC landed. always two steps ahead, you are.
“you gonna sit here and keep bullyin’ me or what?” “or what?”
the way you repeat after her, tone testing, makes her frustrated. but not angry-frustrated just.. you’re such a tease. and she hates how easily you can get under her skin, and not vice versa.
.. well, jill, twelve years of marriage will do that to a girl.
“or—fuck—just take care of me. shit,” she curses. it comes out petulant, bratty. pouting. none of the command that would usually come from a sergeant like herself, or, whenever she’s the one on top of you. not tonight, though. not tonight. “you’ve been a goddamn tease all fuckin’ day. do you know that? i’ve been waiting, and waiting, an—!”
you shut her up by smothering your lips over hers.
palms gliding back up to curl your arms behind her head, mouth moving in perfect, practiced precision. tongue soon following after to roll over her bottom lip—not giving her a chance to let you inside before clamping your teeth around the swell of flesh. her stormy eyes widen, staring down in shock at how eager you are to take control tonight.
not that she really minds. i mean, she’d be in too much pain trying to control everything, wouldn’t she? bit more off her plate, if you think about it..
“ah, hey..” she gasps, rough-skinned hands trembling as they press on the small of your spine. fingertips curling in the waistband of your sleep-shorts, soft cotton yielding easily under her touch. “you’re, ah— uhm.”
you pull back, briefly, the look down at the mess you’re gradually making out of her. rosy lips reddening from your licks and suckles, pupils blown to rings of baby-blue around hazy black, adam’s apple bobbing with each panicked breath.
adorable.
“i’m, uhm?” you mock, but it’s gentle. not mean. never mean when she’s finally openly wanting you, like she’s supposed to. “use your words, honey. i can’t understand you if you don’t.”
her throat works around another whimper, lids fluttering shut as she decides kissing you is better than words. lips parting and pressing over yours, nose smooshed against the side of yours as she tilts her head to get her tongue in deeper. spit quickly welling up at the corner of her mouth, teeth slick with it. breathing heavy, chest heaving under the weight of your tits. chasing after you, even as you try to pull away for air.
eventually, reluctantly, she lets you go.
“hehe, you’re eager t’night babe.” you coo, sitting back upright on her pelvis. one hand splayed wide on her lower belly, the other discreetly unfastening her sports bra until it spilts. the ash-blonde jerks, startled, before lifting her sore arms so you can pull it up and over her head. a pained noise stuck in her esophagus when the fabric nicks a shallow graze. maybe from a knife, or, a teeny little paper cut.
“miss me that much, hmm?” you drawl, voice thick and sweet as molasses as you continue to undress her. not before you give her boobs some attention, too. rolling the pale-brown peaks until they harden fully, cupping and squishing them together to make her grimace from embarrassment. she already doesn’t have much for you to work with, there, so it flusters her to hell when you act like she does.
“.. yeah. i did miss you, lots.”
jill’s voice is helplessly husky, fighting to watch you work her chest, as she wants to see you instead. your face, expression, the heat on your cheeks. well— until you duck down. wet muscle dragging heavy over sensitive nipples, hips jerking up into yours reflexively. a whiny little, “ooohhh—,” escaping past the seal she created. head falling back against the throw pillows, hair spilling in an uneven halo.
“easy, easy, easy..” she pants, brows knitted tight, eyes squeezed shut, all as you suck on nibble. her fingers digging into the meat on your hipbones, anchoring yourself as you lather one of her most sensitive places in unwavering attention. lap, suck, pull, bite, repeat. over and over until her mind started turning to mush, tits flushed and sore in response to your work. “mmh, [name]!”
one shaky hand drifts up to curl in your curls, fingers pulling at the root. not to push you away, or pull you in, just.. to anchor herself. even though she’s already lost in the wet sensation of your mouth.
“m’pretty wife s’sensitive f’me.” you slur, pilling both nipples back together to give one last, harsh suck, before pulling off with an audible pop. “all squirmy n’ shit..”
she can’t even deny, either.
( not that she would.. )
huff. “your mouth just,” huff, “feels good,” huff, “okay?”
yeah, okay.
“i know, baby, i know.”
shimmying down her thighs, your hands finally leave her chest. cradling the slim of her waist as your lips ghost over the sweaty lines of muscle—nose dipping in her navel, then, lower. and lower, and lower.
her boxer-briefs come off next. smooching the thickening line of hair that leads between her legs, glancing up at her once for permission to bare her. she nods, choked. you smile, and slowly ease them down. you press an open hand to the inside of one toned thigh, quad tightening beneath. opening her up wide, stopping short of pulling the cord in her hips, to reveal her core. swollen lips parted from being so exposed, clit swollen in it’s hood. a thick bead of arousal stringing down between her cheeks and darkening the fabric beneath her ass, clenching once around nothing. just from the weight and intent of your gaze.
“aw, look at you.. so ready for me, already.”
jill shrinks further under your warm words, arm thrown over her eyes in attempt to hide herself fully. it’s doing nothing. especially as you shift lower, puckering to deliver a kiss to the tippy-top of her throbbing pearl. an ear-splitting squeak following from her, right after. insides squeezing air, squeezing nothing. just about to beg for you to continue until you suddenly pull back, sliding right off the edge of the mattress and standing up.
confused, she is, for just a few moments. until she sees you unbuttoning the front of your sleep shirt. breath held, as she watches you bare yourself in the thin white streams of afternoon sun; skin shimmering from the remains of the lather-down you gave yourself this morning.
“you- okay, okay.”
her thighs clench on instinct, a fresh flood of slick dribbling between her cunt lips, then down to join the small puddle forming below. clit instantly reacting to the side of you naked.
“what baby?” you tease, songbird soft as you crawl back on top of her. naked body on top of naked body, bare breasts brushing against bare breasts. yours bigger than hers by several cups, which, she likes. more for her to hold. more for her to grab, grope. “cat got your tongue? again?”
“no, no, it’s just.. fuck, i don’t know.”
the older blonde laughs nervously, legs parting once more as you wiggle between them. lips sealing back over hers as you slot yourself against her, reaching back to hook her left leg over your hip; the right bent and foot flat on the edge of the mattress. stabilization.
“been a long time, y’know?” she tries to explains between kisses, tongue darting out to meet yours as you try to lick in her mouth. “mmph—we haven’t really had sex. so..”
“i know.”
hips rolling, you soon figure out how you’re supposed to fit against her. pussy sliding over hers, awkwardly, before muscle memory kicks in and you twist just right. reaching down to spread her open with the pad of your thumb, strings of grool snapping easily once your clit grinds into hers. drawing a sharp hiccup out of you both.
“mmyeah. that—that’s it. like that, please—!” your wife whines, begging now. even though you two have just barely started, hands crawling back up to grab two generous handfuls of your fat ass. helping you ride her like her life genuinely depended on it. nasty, slick sounds echoing from where your bodies are joined. noises of pleasure nearly drowned beneath it all.
“love how you sound,” you murmur against her lips. “all pliant and desperate for me.” another whimper—sharper this time—as you circle your hips, mashing her clit until it feels like it’s fusing with yours. just a bundle of overstimulated nerves twining together, just to make one big clusterfuck of overstimulation.
her hips stutter when you arch up into her, chasing the pressur. the wet sounds of skin on skin fill the room—obscene, rhythmic, mingling with both of your moans.
“fuck—fuck! right there… don’t—don’t stop…” her voice cracks again, hips twitching up despite the pleasure-pain. tears prick at the corners of her eyes from how overwhelming it all is. mouth separating from yours for air, jaw slack in a silent scream. “h-hurts so good… you’re killing me, don’t ever stop…”
her whines pitch higher, desperate and overlapping. yours soft and throaty. the friction builds and builds until it snaps—jill’s orgasm crashes through her first, back bowing off the mattress, a broken cry tearing out of your throat as you grind down against her through the pulses. you follows seconds later, thighs shaking, face buried in her neck as you come with a long, trembling groan that vibrates against your skin.
both of you lay there for a long stretch of time. sweaty and cum-sticky. huffing against one another, her leg sliding off your hip, you going slack on top of her. exhausted.
then you’re kissing her again. filthy, open-mouthed, tongue fucking into her mouth in the same slow rhythm you were undressing her earlier. her other hand stays locked on your ass, squeezing in time with every roll of yours hips.
the bed creaks beneath you.
“love you,” jill mumbles, pulling back to stare. words heavy in her mouth, almost intelligible if you’re not listening hard. but, thank god you are.
“i love you too, pretty girl,” you hum, dipping down for the final smooch. a thin thread of spit connecting you both before snapping into nothingness. “did so good f’me.”
sunlight keeps pouring in—indifferent, golden, catching the sweat already beading along your spine.
neither of you cares.
you’re too busy trying to climb inside each other’s skin.
