prankster in my bed. ಣ𓈒ֵ۫ ˚
summary: billie thinks its hilarious to act grossed out while wiping the spoon after feeding you.
!! this is a little naughty so minors dni 🤓. !!
wc : 1,9k words.
you’re sitting cross-legged on the kitchen counter in one of her oversized hoodies. not yours. obviously. you stole it three days ago, it smells like her vanilla perfume and whatever laundry detergent she swears is “not that fancy”
its 12:47am and technically you already did your whole night routine. you already brushed your teeth once. you’re going to brush them again. this is who you are as a person. you put on that light moisturizer that smells faintly like aloe. you even tied your hair up with that soft scrunchie so it wouldn’t crease weird in the morning.
billie is standing between you knees, making that late night yogurt bowl you both pretend its “healthy” even though she absolutely drowned it in chocolate chips.
she turns around with the bowl, dramatic like shes presenting a five star meal. “taste test.”
you lean forward automatically. of course you do. she feeds you the first spoonful. its cold and sweet and perfect. you hum softly, hands resting on her shoulders, thumbs brushing against her collarbones without thinking about it.
she smiles at the sound. then, she wipes the spoon on a napkin. she turns slightly, scoops another bite, just quick. casual.
you don’t react at first. maybe she dropped something on it? maybe there was yogurt on the handle? maybe you imagined it? she eats the next bite. normal. you tilt your head a little. she scoops again. feeds you.
you accept it, still distracted by how close she is. her rings clink lightly against the bowl. you can smell her shampoo. shes wearing that oversized tee that hangs off of her shoulder just enough to be distracting.
then, she wipes the spoon again. this time, slower. you blink. shes focused on the bowl like nothing happened. you narrow your eyes slightly. then scoops a bite to herself. offers the next to you, you open your mouth automatically, but your eyebrows scrunched now. confused. processing.
and there it is again. wipe. she eats. you actually pause mid chew this time. “… why are you doing that?”
she looks up. “doing what?”
“that.”
“what?”
you gesture vaguely at the spoon. “the.. wipe thing.”
she glances at the napkin innocently. “what wipe thing?”
now you’re second guessing yourself.
“after you feed me,” you say slowly, “you wipe it.” your confusion is slowly morphing into realization. “…are you wiping it because i used it?”
her lips twitch. “no.”
you squint. “you are.”
“i’m not.” she feeds you again.
you hesitate before opening your mouth this time. suspicious. studying her face like you’re trying to solve a mystery.
you accept the bite. and she wipes the spoon again. your jaw drops. “you think i have germs.”
she immediately breaks. she turns away, laughing into her shoulder. actually laughing. like shes been holding it in for a solid minute.
and thats when you see it. her phone. propped up against the toaster. recording. your mouth falls open wider.
“you’re filming this?!”
shes wheezing now. “you were so confused.”
“i was processing!”
“you were buffering.”
you slide off the counter dramatically. “you wiped the spoon after feeding me!”
she grabs your waist before you can fully storm off (not that you would) “baby its a prank.”
“a prank?” you stare at her. “you made me think i had cooties.”
“you do.” she says immediately. “they’re cute.”
you shove her lightly, but you’re trying not to smile. she softens then. steps closer. takes the spoon, and takes a bite directly after you without wiping it this time, exaggeratedly dramatic about it. “see? so brave.”
you try to look away but she hooks a finger under your chin gently. not forceful, just enough. you absolutely melt.
you huff, but your arms loop around her neck anyway.
“i hate you.”
“no you don’t.” you absolutely don’t.
you reach behind her and turn off the oven light because its too bright. the kitchen shifts into that soft, golden lamp glow in the corner. cozy. safe. very you. you pad over to double check the back door like you always do before going to bed. you juggle it twice. then check the front one too.
when you turn back around, shes watching you like you hung the moon. “what.”you ask.
“you’re cute when you’re domestic.”
you roll your eyes and walk back over, slipping between her arms again. she stops recording. “you’re not posting that,” you say, poking her side. “oh, i am.”
you bury your face in her chest mumbling something about her being evil. she leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. “you are adorable.”
later, when you’re both brushing your teeth again (because obviously you had to, and obviously you complained about it the entire walk to the bathroom) the hallway light is off. just the bathroom one is on. its too bright at first, so you squint and reach to switch on the softer side light instead. you hate harsh lighting at night. it feels illegal.
you’re standing at the sink, toothbrush in your mouth, hair slightly messy. you’re wearing that soft sleep shirt with tiny faded print on it, the one that used to be white but its now that cozy off white color from being washed a thousand times.
it rides up slightly as you reach to put the toothpaste back. she notices. of course she does.
billie steps up beside you, shoulder brushing yours. she bumps her hip gently against yours, like shes claiming her spot at the sink. she doesn’t even look at you at first, just watches your reflection in the mirror while she brushes.
its subtle. but shes watching. you feel it. you try to ignore it, but your ears get warm.
she spits, rinses, then leans one elbow on the counter, still holding her toothbrush lazily. theres a little bit of foam at the corner of her mouth and she doesn’t bother wiping it yet.
“still mad about the spoon?” she asks, casually.
you roll your eyes at the mirror instead of looking at her directly. you spit, rinse, wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “maybe.”
she hums. not teasing. not loud. just thoughtful. she steps closer, closer than necessary for a two person sink situation. her thigh presses lightly against yours. her hand settles on your waist, fingers slipping just barely under the hem of your shirt where it left earlier.
you freeze for half a second. “you’re dramatic,” she murmurs. “you wiped it after feeding me.” her thumb rubs a slow circle against your skin. “and?” she says gently. you look at her now. actually look at her. shes trying not to smile. but her eyes are soft. not prank soft. just soft.
she leans in and kisses you before you can finish forming a comeback. its minty and cool and a little messy because you both just brushed your teeth. her hand tightens at your waist lightly like shes steadying you. completely unbothered. completely sure of herself.
you make a small sound, annoyed but not really, and lightly shove her shoulder breaking the kiss. “you’re annoying.”
“mhm,” she murmurs against your lips. “come here.”
she kisses you again, slower this time. less teasing. more warm. her other hand slides to your hip, pulling you closer until you’re basically half standing on her foot because you refuse to step back.
you try to pretend you’re still mad. but your hands already moved to her shirt. and she knows.
when she finally pulls away, she rests her forehead against yours. her thumb traces along the hem of your sleep shirt again. “you think i’d actually be grossed out by you?”
you don’t answer immediately. she tilts her head slightly until you’re forced to look at her. “i literally steal your drinks,” she reminds you. that’s true. “i use your pillow,” she adds, also true. “i even drink from your water bottle straight after you.” again tru- wait. you blink.
“you what?” she smiles, soft and smug. then she bends down just enough to press a kiss right where your shirt rides up at your waist.
you inhale sharply. “billie.”
“what?” she asks innocently.
you’re absolutely not winning this. she straightens again, glancing at you with that soft, amused look. “finish up,” she says, giving your hips a little tap.
she flicks the light off as you leave the bathroom, leaving only the soft glow from the bedroom lamp spilling through the hallway.
when you get into bed, she pulls you against her chest like its instinct. but this time, you don’t just melt. you wiggle around until you’re the one on top. half draped over her. one leg thrown over hers. your cheek resting in her collarbone like you own the place.
the ac hums softly above you. you already know in six minutes you’re gonna complain that its too cold, but right now? perfect.
her hand settles on your waist automatically. you grab it. and move it higher. around you properly. she lets you.
“you’re clingy,” she murmurs, amused.
“shush.”
instead of answering, she just squeezes you a little closer. you left your head slightly and look at her, really look at her. sleepy eyes. messy hair. you reach up and brush a piece of hair off her forehead. “you know you’re cute, right?” you say, casually. she snorts softly. “shut up.”
“no, actually.” you poke her cheek. “like annoyingly cute.” she turns her face into your hand to bite your finger lightly. not hard. just enough to be dramatic.
you gasp quietly. “see? feral. still cute.”
she rolls her eyes but shes still smiling. you settle back down, but this time your hand rests on her chest. your thumb traces little patterns absentmindedly. “you’re also really fun,” you mumble into her shirt.
she goes still for half a second. “fun?”
“yeah.” you shrug slightly against her. “like.. even when you’re being stupid.”
she laughs softly at that. “you think im stupid?”
“i think you think you’re slick,” you correct. “and i think its adorable.” she lets out a quiet, breathy chuckle, pretending not to care, but her arm tightens around you anyway.
you tilt your head up again, pressing a soft kiss to her jaw. then her cheek. then right under her ear just because you can.
she inhales slightly. “you’re really affectionate tonight,” she murmurs.
you shrug again, “you were being all touchy in the bathroom.”
“so this is revenge?”
“maybe?”
she laughs quietly, and the sound vibrates through her chest under your palm. you smile.
she goes quiet in that warm way, not heavy. just comfortable. her fingers slide up your back slowly.
“you’re sweet,” she says after a moment.
“i know.”
she huffs. “cocky.”
you press one last kiss to her collarbone. “go to sleep prankster.”
“mhm.” she hums nuzzling you back, her arm tightens around your waist just enough to make you melt again.
the room smells faintly of vanilla and laundry, of toothpaste and night air. her warmth, her steady presence, it all makes everything else fade. soft and familiar.
as you finally settle into sleep, the world outside disappears. all that exists is her heartbeat, your fingers tracing her sides. the quite hum of the ac, and the soft glow from the hallway lamp, and the perfect, absurd, utterly yours warmth of this tiny shared universe you’ve created together.
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