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𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌
billy bryk x fem reader
contains: smut,drunk sex (p in v) no protection, in public
a/n: 2 fics coming out for VIE.
the bartender shoots evil glances at the both of you as you throw back shot after shot and laugh obnoxiously. he shouts at the guy for the fifth time just to put it on his tab.
Billy leans into you but doesn’t lower his voice. “how many drinks do you think it’d take to get the log out of that guys ass?”
“i’m too drunk to count.”
he smirks at you like you’ve said something clever. it’s the way he looks at you that changes something within you.
you tug on billy’s sleeve and gesture for him to lean in, because even in your altered state, you know it’s too inappropriate to say out loud. you cup your hand around his ear.
“i’m horny.”
he stares at you like he’s seeing you for the first time. then he wipes his hands on the back of his jeans, glancing at the near by empty club bathroom and grabbing your hand.
“come on.”
you’re steadier in Billy’s grasp. it must be the same for him because as soon as you walk into the bathroom down the hall, and he lets you go, both of you stumble towards the middle stall like incorrigible bumper cars. he pushes you into the stall and slams the door closed behind himself. your breaths echo off the walls as you gaze at each other.
Billy pushes your hair back and kisses you, and it turns into a sloppy makeout session with you against the wall and billy between your legs. he reaches down and rubs your clit over your skirt. you let out little whimpers into his mouth, which sound louder in the small space.
he turns you around and bends you over the toilet. he lifts up your skirt and undoes his jeans. “hold on,” he whispers.
“hold on hold on.” both of you are too drunk to stand still, and Billy has a difficult time getting inside you. you try to help him, but it’s nearly impossible from your position.
“fuck, hold on,” he hisses. he grabs your ass cheek to hold you still, and he pushes his way inside.
you cry out. you reach back and grab his hip as he moves inside of you, slowly. with each thrust, he lets out a groan. with the alcohol coursing through you, it feels ten times more raw and sensational.
“Billlly.”
“shhh.” he pulls you and slams you against the stall wall- your jaw will probably be bruised tomorrow. he has a difficult time moving in and out of you, he keeps falling out.
“want me to try baby?”
“no.” he pins your hand to the wall to keep you there, and with his other, he guides himself back inside of you. he keeps his strokes short but fast. you hold onto the top edge of the stall, and it squeaks with each thrust, echoing off the bathroom walls.
but he falls out again
“fuck.” he punches the stall.
“baby, it’s okay-“ when you’re drunk you call Billy “baby” a lot- “it’s okay, let him help.”
you turn to him and lift one of your legs up.
he catches it with his forearm and pushes back inside of you. this way, he sees your breasts bounce in your top, you’re not wearing a bra and you rake your fingers over his head to reassure him. but the stall wall is uncomfortable, the plastic unforgivingly sticky against your skin. you keep going because Billy makes you feel good.
your short breaths echo together throughout the bathroom until the squeal of the door sounds, and someone’s shoes click against the tile. both of you freeze. Billy cups a hand over your mouth just as you were about to start whimpering.
they walk into the stall next to you, politely locking the door, and strip their pants down while Billy is still inside you. “shh.” one by one, he sticks his fingers in your mouth until it’s hard not to choke on them. the person starts peeing. the sound fills the whole room as you let yourself breathe out.
Billy pulls on your hair, your own saliva from his fingers swept through the stands.
you quiver, a moan swallowed up as the person on the other side of the stall fixes themselves. the toilet flushes, and Billy moves in and out of you until it’s silent again. they’re washing their hands now, humming, taking their time. which annoying staff employee could it possibly be?
the door squeals open and shuts again. you and Billy relax, but then he grabs your waist and pushes in and out of you. you whimper with your eyes closed and push against his chest. he holds onto you tighter. “let out out baby.”
and you do, moaning it all out for anyone in the hall to hear. let them know you’re having hot, messy, drunken bathroom sex with Billy Bryk. they’ll all hate you, it doesn’t matter.
“yeahhh.” Billy smiles “you’re so pretty. so fucking pretty.” he traces his finger along your jawline.
you push against him again, whining because it feels so good. “please. please i need to-“
“cum for me.” he brushes his thumb along your bottom lip. “cum for me, come on.”
you cry and then beat your hand against his chest just as you cum all around him. your legs clench around his waist, and Billy encourages you to keep going. “yes,baby,yes, i can feel it.”
when you finish, Billy moves you so you’re leaning over the toilet again, grabbing your waist hard, and jackhammers you. the feeling is so sensational, especially after already cumming. Billy grunts, but he’s focused.
and then he starts to get sloppy, but he won’t admit it. especially when he’s drunk.
“oh, fuck, oh, fuck.” he grabs your hair and pulls. his fingers get caught, and your scalp feels like it’s on fire. you can handle it because you’re drunk too.
“Billlly.”
“fuck.” he sniffs. “okay, ready baby?”
“yeah.” you wiggle your ass against him.
Billy smacks your ass and grabs a handful, shaking it. he pulls out and groans. his hot liquid spills onto your lower back, and you moan back at him, swaying and slightly dizzy. he holds onto you afterwards, leaning over you, pressing his forehead against your spine. “oh, God. that felt so fucking good.”
you giggle. “you have to wipe me up now.”
he groans again then peels himself off of you. he reaches for the toilet paper and violently rips a piece off, then wipes the cum off of you. you moan because it feels good- everything feels good right now.
when he’s finished, you stand up and face him. he pulls your skirt down and kisses you, slow and sloppy, up against the wall, like he’s ready to go all over again. then he pushes your hair back and whispers, “wanna get out of here?”
you realize where you are and wrinkle your nose.
“why are we even still here? let’s go.”
Billy takes you by the hand, and together you walk out of the bathroom, down the hall, past the bar where the bartenders glares at you like he knows. oops, oh well. you smile from ear to ear, feeling ten times lighter, and practically skip alongside your boyfriend.
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js found out billy bryk is half filipino and that genuinely makes sooo much sense bc he’s so gorgeous
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I LOVED YOUR MICHAEL FIC SO MUCH!! I hope it isn’t much to ask but could you write a smut michael x reader (except this time the reader is what devon is in the movie ykwim) and could it be like him begging on his knees for forgiveness about the Celeste sitch 😏😏 - 🍒
make it up to you
𑣲 pairing - michael (roommates) x f!reader
𑣲 cw - 18+ SMUT MDNI | angst ? , desperate michael , fingering , heaaaavvvyyy sex , mentions of celeste
𑣲 lacy talks - i fucking love mikey
you stood in the doorway of your off-campus apartment, arms crossed tight over your chest, staring at michael like he was a stranger.
weeks of silence after the pool party had carved a hollow in your chest, but seeing him here now, hair messy and eyes desperate, only made it ache worse.
you had liked him so much. the kiss you two shared at the party still lived under your skin, warm and electric.
[he had shown up late in that suit from his dad's friend's funeral, not even that torn up about it, and you had laughed, helping him piece together a half-assed costume. one thing led to another in a dimly lit room, mouths meeting soft then hungry, his hands on your waist like he meant it.
after that you talked more, texted late, flirted without labels. you weren't official, but it felt real.
until spring break.
you were tanning by the pool, skin warm under the sun, when you spotted him. you stood up smiling, ready to say hi, until celeste slid her arms around his neck and kissed him deep. he didn't pull back right away. your stomach dropped. you turned and left before either of them saw you, ghosting them both. no texts. no explanations. just gone.]
"please," michael said now, voice cracking. he stepped inside without invitation, closing the door behind him. "you won't answer my calls or..or texts. you- you won't even look at me on campus. i fucked up, okay? i know i did."
you raised an eyebrow, keeping your tone flat. "mike, you let her kiss you and you didn't stop her."
he winced. "it was stupid!...she came out of nowhere and i-i froze. i wasn't into it. i swear to you, i wasn't into it at all!" his eyes searched yours, raw. "that kiss at halloween? that was real. us talking after? that was real. i want you. not celeste. not anyone else."
you wanted to stay mad. you really did. but the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered, chipped at your resolve. he dropped to his knees right there on your living room floor, hands reaching for your hips but stopping short, respectful. begging.
"i'm sorry," he whispered, looking up. "i'm so fucking sorry. i'll do anything. please forgive me. i'm serious about changing. about.. about us. i don't want anyone but you."
your breath caught. seeing him like this, on his knees, vulnerable and desperate, sent heat rushing through you. you liked him. god, you still liked him so much. your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging gently. "get up," you murmured.
he rose but stayed close, hands finally settling on your waist. "tell me you feel it too.."
you did. you pulled him in and kissed him hard, all the hurt and want crashing together. he groaned into your mouth, deepening it fast, tongue sliding against yours with that same hunger from halloween. you backed toward your bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. his shirt hit the floor. your top followed.
in the dim light of your room he pushed you onto the bed, crawling over you like he was starving. "you're everything," he breathed against your neck, kissing down your collarbone, sucking marks into your skin. his hands roamed rougher now, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples until you arched and moaned. you tugged his pants down, freeing him, hard and throbbing. he hissed when your fingers wrapped around him, stroking slow.
"mike-" you gasped as he shoved your legs apart, fingers diving between your thighs, slicking through your folds before pushing two deep inside you. he curled them just right, pumping fast, thumb grinding against your clit. "shiit, you're so wet already. all for me?"
you nodded, hips bucking. he didn't stop, adding a third finger, stretching you open while his mouth latched onto your breast, sucking hard. your hands fisted the sheets. he kept going until your legs shook, then pulled out and positioned himself.
he pushed in slow at first, thick and heavy, stretching you so good you cried out. "s-shit... so tight, baby. gripping me like you missed me." once buried deep he didn't hold back. his hips snapped forward hard, pounding into you with heavy, relentless thrusts that made the bed slam against the wall. skin slapped loud against skin. he gripped your thighs, spreading you wider, driving deeper with every stroke.
"yes- mike!-- just like that," you moaned, nails raking down his back. he growled, pace turning brutal, fucking you so hard your breasts bounced with each impact. sweat dripped from his forehead onto your chest. he leaned down, biting your shoulder, then kissed you messy and deep, tongues tangling as he kept thrusting.
"i'm yours," he panted between heavy snaps of his hips. "n-never..-fuuckkk!..never doing that shit again. ahh- god, you feel so fucking good." his words stuttered, voice breaking as he slammed in harder, grinding against you on every thrust. you clenched around him, legs locked tight around his waist, taking everything he gave.
he flipped you suddenly, pulling out just long enough to manhandle you onto your hands and knees. he shoved back in from behind, even deeper now, one hand fisting your hair while the other gripped your hip hard enough to bruise. the new angle made you scream his name, pleasure bordering on too much. he fucked you heavier, faster, the wet sounds obscene in your quiet room.
"come on let me feel you," he begged, voice rough and desperate. he reached around, rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles. your orgasm crashed over you hard, walls pulsing around him, body shaking as you moaned loud. he didn't slow down, pounding you through it, chasing his own release.
but he wasn't done.
he pulled out, flipped you onto your back again, and slid back in with a long groan. slower this time but still deep and heavy, rolling his hips in that way that hit every spot. "one more," he whispered, forehead pressed to yours. "give me one more. please." his thrusts stayed powerful, grinding, building you up again until you came a second time, clenching so tight he stuttered.
"f-fuucckk..i-i'm gonna- i'm coming-" his hips jerked erratically, burying himself as deep as possible while he spilled inside you, hot and thick, groaning your name like a prayer.
you stayed tangled for long minutes, both breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. he kissed you soft and slow, then again deeper, hands still roaming like he couldn't stop touching you.
afterward, he held you close, like he was afraid you'd disappear. "i mean it," he murmured against your hair. "i'm changing. for you. no more bullshit. we can be together. whatever you want,"
you smiled a little, fingers tracing his jaw. "you need to prove it."
he nodded, eyes serious. "i will. trust me."
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💬 3 🔁 2 ❤️ 7 · Hmm maybe Like michael x reader where he like lowkey gets a redemption arc 💔 Yes he was evil but likeee still 🫣 - 🍒 · alone
💬 2 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · I LOVED YOUR MICHAEL FIC SO MUCH!! I hope it isn’t much to ask but could you write a smut michael x reader (except this tim
Hmm maybe Like michael x reader where he like lowkey gets a redemption arc 💔 Yes he was evil but likeee still 🫣 - 🍒
alone together
۶ৎ ` pairing - michael (roommates) x reader
۶ৎ ` content - fluff , suggestive but no smut , kissing ??
۶ৎ ` lacy talks - only if he wasn't an asshole!
michael used to be an absolute whore.
he used to juggle hearts like it was nothing. broke each heart he had a hold of.
that was until you came along.
the old michael is gone - all because of you.
he changed for you. showed up at your apartment door one night with flowers and said outright: “i don’t want to be that guy anymore. not with you. you’re different.” and he hasn’t been who he used to be ever since. just him showing up every day, choosing you over and over.
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you sit curled up on the worn couch in michael’s apartment, the one he’s been slowly turning into something that feels like home instead of just a place to crash. the late afternoon light filters through half-drawn blinds, painting soft gold across his face as he leans in closer, one arm draped lazily behind you. his fingers trace idle circles on your shoulder, gentle in a way that still surprises you sometimes.
“you’re thinking too hard again,” he murmurs now, lips brushing your temple. his breath is warm, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. you smile despite yourself, turning your face toward him.
“am not.”
“are too.” his voice drops into that teasing lilt you’ve come to love, the one that always carries just a hint of trouble. “i can see it in your eyes. c’mere, let me fix that.”
before you can protest, he’s pulling you into his lap, hands settling firm on your waist. you let out a soft laugh as your knees sink into the cushions on either side of him. his mouth finds yours instantly, slow and sweet at first, the kind of kiss that says he’s got all the time in the world. you melt into it, fingers threading through his hair, tugging lightly just to hear the little hum he makes against your lips.
h e deepens the kiss, tongue tracing yours with lazy confidence, and you feel his hands slide up your back, bunching your shirt slightly. when he finally pulls back for air, he doesn’t go far. instead his lips trail along your jaw, pressing soft openmouthed kisses down the side of your neck. you tilt your head without thinking, giving him more room, and he chuckles against your skin.
“goodness gracious, you taste good,” he whispers, nipping lightly at the spot just below your ear. “could spend hours riiiiight here. maybe work my way down, see what other sweet spots i’ve missed today..-”
you smack his shoulder, half-hearted but firm enough to make him grin. “mike!”
he laughs, the sound low and warm, vibrating through his chest where it’s pressed to yours. “what? i’m just being honest. you can’t blame a guy for appreciating his girl.” his teeth graze your neck again, gentler this time, followed by a soothing kiss. “especially when she’s this fucking perfect.”
you smack him again, this one on his chest. he catches your hand before you can pull away, bringing it to his lips to kiss your knuckles one by one. his eyes sparkle with mischief, but there’s something softer underneath, something real that makes your heart stutter.
“you’re impossible,” you say, but you’re smiling, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth.
“yeah, but you loooooove it.” he nuzzles back into your neck, peppering it with quick, fluttering kisses that make you giggle and squirm in his lap. his arms wrap tighter around you, holding you close as if he never plans to let go. “seriously though..i could kiss you forever..”
you hum contentedly, running your hands over his shoulders, feeling the solid warmth of him. he’s broader than he looks in clothes, all lean muscle from years of restless energy, but right now he’s soft with you, pliant under your touch. you trace the line of his collarbone through his shirt, and he shivers.
“keep doing that and i might start making more suggestions,” he teases, voice husky. his hand slips just under the hem of your shirt, thumb stroking the skin at your lower back. “like how good you’d look with less clothes and my mouth everywhere else--”
smack. louder this time. he throws his head back laughing, the sound bright and unrestrained, the kind of laugh that makes you fall for him all over again.
“okay, okay! i’m behaving.” he captures your face in both hands, pulling you down for another deep kiss. this one lingers, slow and thorough, tongues dancing until you’re both breathing heavier. when he breaks it, he rests his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded and warm. “i mean it, though, y’know? you changed everything for me, baby. you made me want to be better.”
your chest tightens with affection. you kiss him softly, then again, and again, little pecks that turn into giggles when he starts tickling your sides lightly. you twist in his lap, trying to escape, but he just holds you closer, burying his face in your neck once more.
“stop- michael, you’re terrible!” you gasp between laughs, pushing at his chest even as you lean into him.
“terrible..but yours.” he mumbles against your skin, pressing a lingering kiss there.
you settle eventually, curled against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
moment like these make you feel special. special because he chose to be the man you deserve - not who he was before.
he tilts your chin up after a while, eyes searching yours. “you happy?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.
you nod, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “very.”
“good.” he smiles, that crooked, boyish smile that always undoes you. then he’s kissing you again, slow and deep.
you sigh happily, melting further into him. his fingers trace patterns on your thigh now, innocent enough but still sending warmth pooling low in your belly. you don’t smack him this time. instead you kiss the top of his head, letting the moment stretch.
“i love you,” he murmurs against your throat, so soft you almost miss it.
your heart swells. “i love you too.”
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My sister just said I can’t pull Billy bryk like she’s my biggest hater 🙄

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i see we’re having a billy bryk renaissance thanks to roommates (which i’ll probably write some fics for) i’ll get on some fics i swear
guys, here is a proposition. could someone who’s watched the new movie “Roommates” make a reader x michael (billy bryk) fanfic because OUHH I think that would be fire. message me if you’re willing to make that happen and for any help with ideas!! I am obsessed with billy bryk all over again.
BILLY BRYK as Bobby Hell of a Summer (2025) dir. Finn Wolfhard & Billy Bryk
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im gooddd thanks for asking queen 😇😇 hope ur doing well

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"mike would've explored". yep, right after lasagna
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