a bird in a cage

i slammed the door behind us the second we got home.

you stumbled into the hallway, breathless, still dazed, mascara smudged from the bathroom stall makeout that left your thighs shaking and my hoodie barely covering your chest.

you looked like a mess i made. and fuck, i loved that.

but it wasn't enough.

"upstairs," i said.

you didn't question it. just followed—like your legs knew what my voice meant. like they ached to obey me._______________________________________________the second we reached my room, i shoved you against the wall and kissed you like i needed to eat you alive to breathe.

"take it off," i growled against your lips.

you didn't ask what. you knew.

the hoodie hit the floor. you stood there in nothing but your soaked panties.

eyes wide. chest rising and falling too fast.

i didn't even let you speak.

i pushed you onto the bed and climbed over you—legs caging yours, hands pinning your wrists above your head.

your thighs parted instinctively. fuck. you were already so wet my sheets were damp under you.

"look at you," i breathed. "like a fucking dream."_______________________________________________there was a knock at the door.

"bills?" finneas's voice."claudia and i are heading out. you good?"

i glanced down at you—lips swollen, wrists pinned, soaked, needy.

you gave me this wicked little smile like, don't you dare stop.

i leaned my head back."yeah," i called. "totally good."

his footsteps faded.

you whispered, "bitch."

i grinned.

"you're not gonna be walking tomorrow."

my hand slid down, tracing every inch of your skin like it belonged to me.

over your ribs.your hip. the edge of your thigh.

i dipped my fingers into your panties slowly.

you arched.

"billie—"

"shhh," i murmured, biting down on your neck. "gonna take care of you."

two fingers, deep and slow.

you screamed. i covered your mouth with mine. drank every sound.

you clenched around me so tight it made me moan into your mouth.

"already close?" i teased. "pathetic."

"fuck you," you whimpered.

"you wish."

my thumb found your clit and circled it just the way you liked—soft, fast, dangerous.

your hips bucked. your legs shook.

"come on, baby," i whispered, fucking you deeper."make a mess. right here. on my hand."

you came like you owed me.

loud. shaking. tears in your eyes.

and i didn't stop.

i kept going—fingers curling inside you, mouth sucking a bruise into your throat.

you gasped, sobbed, begged.

"too much—billie—i can't—"

"yes, you fucking can," i growled."you will."

you came again before the first one even faded._______________________________________________when you finally collapsed, limp and breathless, i hovered above you.

your lips parted. eyes glassy. hair stuck to your forehead.

i kissed your jaw. your collarbone. your chest.

then laid down beside you and pulled you into me.

"you okay?" i whispered.

you nodded. so small. so soft.

i looked up at the ceiling.

"i hate being famous," i said quietly.

you didn't speak. just held me tighter.

"when i step off stage, i don't feel free. i feel like a fucking bird in a cage."

you pressed a kiss to my neck.

"but you?" i whispered."you're the only thing that makes the cage worth it."

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