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Phantom Thread (2017) dir. Paul Thomas Anderson

might switch up my fic layouts so don't be too appalled by my inconsistencies,,, embrace change my guy

━ a friend in need is a friend indeed (18+)

( mark grayson x girl!reader x samantha eve wilkins )

SUMMARY: you can't focus in class, not when your mind keeps wandering back to last night's events. AUTHOR'S NOTE: lowkey nervy how you all might react to this so instead of writing a full blown-out smut scene, i thought i'd do small fragments. but if this receives a good rapport i might do something like this again! anyway, let me know if you guys like it or not hehe mwah mwah x INCLUDES: dirty talk, praise, petnames, threesome, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap that willy!), swearing, flashbacks, cunnilingus (reader gives), nipple play, fingering, hickeys/marking, double stimulation, multiple orgasms, reader is centre of attention. WORDS: 2.4K+

You are so fucked.

Physically and intellectually, in ways you never imagined happening to you.

Because with every step you take into the endless hallways of your new profound college, all you can feel is that absolute ache from your pelvis, causing a tremble in your walk.

You regret not giving yourself that extra five minutes to stretch it out. But, you can't blame anyone but yourself, they warned this would happen.

They. They. They.

Mark and Eve- ever your best friends and yet...what do you call them now after last night?

Of course you did what you could because that's what a good friend would do for another but- fuck, is labelling them as friends even right anymore?

As you re-position of your tote bag's straps on your shoulders, your mind can't help but wander to last night's events.

How couldn't you? It was fucking amazing, it was hot, it was-

-Unexpected.

Your roommate staying for the night at her boyfriend's left you vulnerably alone in your college room.

You were wearing an oversized tee and shorts that didn't leave much room for the imagination as you held onto your current book. The bedside table's lamp was dim and warm, providing just enough light that you could muster the collection of words written on the pages.

One second you were focusing intently on the scene to come with a narrowed frown on your face, and the next, you jumped out of your skin at the abrupt knock on your window.

Immediately whipping your head to the side from where the noise came, your eyes squinted as you thought deeply on how the only two people who ever enter your room like this would be your two best friends.

And sure enough, it was them- floating mid-air with pleading eyes as they stared right back at you.

You didn't think twice about letting them in- it's what you always did. But the moment they stepped inside, something had shifted in the air.

After Mark quickly took his mask off, and Eve combed out knots from her hair, small conversation started up between you three. It's not unusual that they'd come to yours after a fight, not when you're the only person who knows, not when you're the one you grounds them.

But as you spoke about how your day was, you couldn't help but stop mid-sentence when you realised they were looking at you in a way best friends shouldn't; with heavy, half-lidded eyes and pupils dilated so much you couldn't recognise their coloured irises.

You dared to say it, just to test the waters with a frown on your face as you studied them, "You guys are acting weird."

And sure, you could tell that they were buzzing with adrenaline as they backed you until you were sitting on the edge of your bed, evident in how their chests rose and fell erratically while they both looked down at you- you could only imagine how big the fight was with how roughed up their suits were.

But what you didn't realise, however, was that the adrenaline running through their bloodstreams, along with an underlying sense of fear, made them need you, made them want you.

And as Mark whispered a needy "Please," to you as he cupped your chin and drew your lips to his while Eve brushed your loose hair behind your shoulders, her fingertips causing your body to shiver, you couldn't help but give in.

And hey, if facts say adrenaline makes you horny...well, how could you deny science?

"Hey you!"

A chirpy voice snaps you out of your daze from behind.

You jerk your head around, spotting your roommate waving as she catches her way up to you amongst the crowd of humans, "Girl, I'm so sorry for leaving you by yourself last night! You know how hard it is not being able to spend time with the boyfriend with our shitty, opposite schedules."

You wave her off, trying to fight off the yawn that happens to appear every minute or so- along with the lingering memories your brain has videotaped from last night, "Don't stress about it, I'm glad you finally saw him." And you send a small smile her way.

But instead of smiling back, she frowns and stops mid-walk, "Hey, are you alright?" She darts her eyes up and down your body with concern, "You look...tired."

You are- not from sleep, that is.

The ghost of a touch burns along your thighs, and suddenly-

"Fuck, you’re so wet."

Mark's voice punctures through your train of thought, any formation of words to give your roommate as an answer blurring away into the roughness and desperation of his echoed voice.

His warm breath fanned against your ear as his thumb traced your clit through your underwear, causing more friction against your bud as his finger only encouraged more slick to soak the thin cloth.

You whimpered, his pressure on your clit becoming too much that you tried to shrink your body even more into Eve's embrace from behind you.

Your head laid back on her shoulder, only to shiver when her hot, needy lips attacked your soft skin. It was so fucking addicting- the double stimulation from the familiar touch of your best friends and you couldn't help but to moan out when Eve bit into your flesh and sucked just as Mark swiped your underwear to the side, sliding his index finger through your wet folds.

Eve giggled against your neck, her eyes meeting Mark's hungry ones, "She makes the prettiest noises, doesn't she?"

Nervously chuckling, you try to nonchalantly shrug it off as you try to avoid her gaze, "Me? Oh, just...busy studying, you know?"

But she isn't buying it, because as your head averts away, her eyes catch onto the darkened spot just behind your ear, "Is that hickey?"

Fuck.

"Leave some space for me, Eve," Mark groaned as he pumped two digits inside you, your pussy squelching and warming his fingers while he stretched you out. His eyes had taken in the sight of the many hickeys that sparkled with Eve's leftover saliva and how they sprawled all the way from your neck, down to your right shoulder.

Eve hummed as she finally lifted her lips from your overstimulated skin, her eyelashes battering as she flickered between you and Mark, "I thought you could do the honour of bruising her tits," And to enhance her comment (Just because she can, and not that she needed to), her arms outstretched to cup your blank-canvased breasts as her soft hands massaged them. "See?"

Then, her thumbs flicked your nipples and you cried out, your pussy clenching in the process as you leaked onto Mark's fingers more, "Do that again, please, Eve, feels s'good-" Only to be cut off when the redhead pinched your nipples, earning a moan from your lips.

Lust and admiration flooded the two superhumans. They couldn't help it- you were naked and sandwiched between the two as you gave them everything they needed, all the while, you were being such a good fucking girl for them. How could they not feel primal and animalistic?

"Fuck, you're so responsive, baby," Mark ushered, never faltering his fingers that still thrusted into the gummy part of your soaked pussy as he leaned down close to your skin, "Gonna mark you so much- show everyone you belong to us."

Then, he grazed his teeth on your cleavage before creating his first of many hickeys to scatter your breasts.

Your eyes widen, and with ever the haste, you place your hand over it. The laughter that leaves your throat is overtly fake, "No! No, no...No." You force her to walk with you again, just reaching the lecture hall, "Straightener got me good."

"Uh huh," She murmurs, her eyes darting from the hand that covers the maroon bled bruise to your messy, un-straightened hair, "Sure..."

Taking advantage of her dropping the conversation - for now - you both enter the lecture hall efficiently. Your roommate takes the lead as she places her essentials down at one of the desks, blabbering about something on the lines of 'nearly done with assignment' and 'only 500 words left'.

You wouldn't know, not when all sense of normality that you were just trying to fake for your roommate flies out the window the second you sit down on the wooden chair and your ass' bruises has you yelping in soreness.

Covering your mouth doesn't help as much as you would've liked it to.

Your roommate halts mid-sentence, peeking your way with her brows furrowing, "Are you good?"

No, no you're not.

Clearly the layers and layers of moisturiser that Eve massaged into your ass did absolutely nothing to waver the handprints that have now bruised your flesh.

Shit, you didn't even know they were that rough last night.

Or perhaps, you did.

"Oh, our precious, sweet girl likes it rough, huh?" Eve filtered your ears, followed by a whimper just when you grazed her leaking hole with your tongue. She grasped your hair's roots, tugging you even closer to her soaked pussy as she took control by rubbing herself over your tongue and nose.

You hummed in agreement, trying to synchronise your tongue fucking inside her hole with every thrust that Mark drilled into you- his hard cock filling you and stretching you so fucking well.

You were still coming down from your first orgasm, but if there's anything you've learned about your two best friends it's that they're not ones to let down until they're satisfied.

His hand came down to your ass, hard but not too painful, just enough to have sent a shock through your spine and then melt in ecstasy.

However, your squeak of surprise in response was immediately muffled by Eve's clit, by which your lips latched onto it with an eager suck.

"Of course, she does, she's taking us so well," Mark groaned out, his voice breathy as he continued to rock into you with a pace so deep and rough while his veiny, warm cock hit that perfect spot inside of you. Then, Mark had leaned over, his breath shaky against your ear as he rasped, "You gonna let us fuck you like this all night, baby?"

You physically jolt in your chair, slamming back into reality.

More people have filled the lecture hall, and the collection of different hair colours and outfits are spiking a throbbing headache from sensory overload. What doesn't help either is your roommate’s stare burns into the side of your head, impatiently awaiting an answer.

Your mouth is dry and you nod your head quickly, "Y-Yeah! Totally!"

And, well, you aren't fooling anyone, especially not your roommate. Not when your eyes keep darting between left and right- everywhere but her face, and the sweat beading on your forehead doesn't help with your case either.

She shakes her head, "Girl, you're scaring me..." She murmurs just as the professor calls for attention.

Yeah, you're scaring yourself too.

Thankfully, however, the discussion is dropped for the time being once your professor begins his introductory presentation to today's class topic. Good, something worthy to focus on.

Except, you can't. Not when you shuffle in your seat and you pause the second you feel your underwear absolutely drenched and causing friction against your sore yet needy core.

A rush of heat flares your cheeks- you try to focus, you really do. But anything the professor is saying is just a distant hum in the background, drowned out by the pounding in your ears and the painfully obvious ache between your legs that just won't let up now that it's been exposed to your knowledge.

You shuffle again, crossing and uncrossing your legs, letting your legs relax away from one another and then pressing them together, anything to relieve some of this tension- but with your luck, it only makes the wet patch in your underwear worse.

Your fingers once hovering over your keyboard have been abandoned, now moving their attention to crossing your arms over to physically guard yourself-

-Like that's gonna help at all.

"Gonna let me cum in you, pretty girl?" Mark's voice envisioned through your pathetic mental walls, followed by the wet squelching of your juices as he continued to fuck you. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Have my cum spilling inside you?"

You couldn't respond- how could you? You were so breathless with your eyes rolling back as you laid flat-out on your bed, the taste of Eve's cum still fresh on your lips every time you licked them.

Your only formation of words was mmm hmm! as Mark kept up his relentless rhythm, all the while, Eve was attacking your oversensitive nipples with her mouth and fingers as she kneeled beside you.

You didn't need to orgasm another time, seeing as you'd already done that three other times. But you could feel that familiar bubble inside of you growing, and, well, what's one more to give?

"She's close, Mark," Eve breathed against your right nipple, and the cool air created by her words made you gasp.

"So, so close," You choked out, your hand closest to Eve grasping her bicep tightly in preparation for another orgasm to come, "Please, please."

"That's it, sweet girl," Mark cooed, leaning down so he could fuck deeper inside you, one of his hands moving to rub your unoccupied clit with just that perfect amount of pressure, "Cum with me, baby- been such a good girl."

And that was all it took.

"I'mgoingtothebathroom-" Is all you can quietly squeak out to your roommate before you grab your belongings in a frenzy and race out of the lecture hall with an urgency you've never quite had before. Your roommate glances at you but doesn’t stop you, too absorbed in the lecture now.

Good. You can't handle another fucking question right now.

With a shaky breath and your heart pounding in your chest, you don’t even realise how fast you're walking until you've already found yourself standing in front of your room. Your hands tremble as they fumble with your keys to unlock your door, and your thighs rub together instinctively.

"That's it, baby, cum around my cock." Just as you felt his white ropes of cum spill inside you and Eve leaned down to kiss your plump, red lips. His thumb still traced your clit to milk out your final orgasm, along with Eve's fingers pinching your nipples, extending your orgasm so much black stars marbled your peripheral vision.

You just need a second. A moment alone to breathe. To regain some sense of control to your crazed emotions.

But as push open the door, all air leaves your lungs.

Because casually sitting on your bed is...Mark and Eve.

And they smirk when they look you up and down, your current physical state exactly how they want you to be.

Fuck.

yay im writing again

ITS OUT

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