Young

3- Sick

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"Oh" Y/n whimpered, smoothing Billie's hair back.

"Do you want soup I made you?" Y/n asked softly, feeling bad for her sick Billie.

"Yeah" Billie rasped, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Ok, hold on, my poor baby, I'll be right back" Y/n whined before hurrying out the room.

Billie waited a few seconds before her lips broke into a evil smile.

Billie wasn't really REALLY sick..

She only threw up one time in the middle of the night and complained about her belly cramping.

She just likes the extra attention, not that y/n treats her any different any other day.

Less than a couple minutes, y/n came in with hot tomato soup and orange juice.

"Here you go, Billie" Y/n pouted, putting her food on the nightstand.

"Thanks, sweetheart" Billie smiled, pretending to have trouble sitting up.

"Aww, let me help you, i know" Y/n whimpered, helping her sit up.

Billie let her, her boobs in her face as she helped her up.

"There" Y/n said, rubbing her shoulders.

"Here, do you got it or do you want me to feed you, baby?" Y/n asked, mixing the oyster crackers in more.

"I got it" Billie said trying to take the bowl.

"Here, just let me feed it to you" Y/n snatched away the bowl, before getting a spoon full and putting it into Billie's mouth.

"Mmm" She groaned, the soup satisfying her taste buds.

"Is it good or do you want any salt or pepper?" Y/n asked, putting a piece of hair out Billie's face.

"Mm-mm" Billie shook her head no.

"Ok" She whispered, grabbing another.

"Here, sit back" Y/n said softly, fixing Billie's position.

"There you go" Y/n smiled, rubbing her jaw.

After about 10 minutes, she finished feeding Billie and gave her her orange juice.

"Y/n, can I get a massage?" She asked her, looking up at her helplessly.

"Of course, baby, lay on your belly" Y/n said in a soft voice.

Billie turned over, sighing as y/n got on top of her butt.

Y/n rubbed her way up her back, before squeezing her shoulders mildly.

"Mmmm" Billie groaned, furrowing her brows.

"How's that feel?" Y/n asked quietly, rubbing her shoulders soothingly.

"Good" Billie chuckled.

"Yeah?" Y/n whispered, squeezing her muscles again.

"Fuck yeah" She said, closing her eyes again.

"Good, baby" Y/n said, rubbing under her shirt.

She just kept pressing into her muscles like a kitten while nursing.

"Mm..go harder, y/n" Billie instructed her.

"Ok!" Y/n exclaimed softly, doing as told.

"Mmmmmmm" Billie groaned slowly and lowly.

She smiled cheekily, rubbing down to her lower back.

"Shit" Billie said, halfway asleep already.