Title : Possessive Fuck

Timeline : A few months after their graduation.

"Can one of you drop me off at Megan's place? I don't feel like driving," I pout as I stand in front of Den and Jordan in our apartment. Ian and Anna are out for the weekend so the guys were here to help me pack for a couple days to move in with them.

"Yeah, it's her birthday right?" Jordan nods, his focus still on the screen behind me.

"It was on Thursday but she wanted to celebrate it on a Saturday since the day suited everyone," I explain, tapping my heel. I'm wearing a black flowy knee length dress with tiny flowers printed on it here and there.

"Everyone? Who comes in everyone?" Denver questions this time.

"Our classmates, her roommates, probably her boyfriend and some other friends too, I don't know," I shrug.

They both look at me from the screen, this intense look in their eyes as they take in what I'm wearing and I can feel how much they want me to put on a sweater and tie my hair up but they know better than to deny me from wearing something.

"We both will drop you off," Jordan nods and gets up. I assume him to turn and head to the main door but he instead steps up to me and kisses me so hard that he has to hold my waist to stop me from falling backwards.

When we part for air, he tucks my hair behind my ear and presses his forehead to mine, "You'll call us when you wanna get out of their, I know social settings can get too much for you," he states and I smile at him softly, nodding.

He knows me better than I know myself.

We all head to the parking and Denver takes the driver's seat in his car as I take the backseat and Jordan takes passenger.

I give them the address to her house that she stays in with her friend and we reach there in no time. It's a single story house and she has everything set up in the backyard since the weather is good.

Denver opens my door as Jordan steps out too.

"Enjoy, and you look fucking beautiful," Denver pecks me and my cheeks warm up from his words.

"Bye," I wave at them and head inside. Once I've met Megan, I mix up with my classmates and catch up with them. It was 1pm right now and I'm guessing this party would go on till 4 or 5pm at most.

After some snacks and cutting the cake, while some people danced, I was texting with Den and Jordan on the phone, giving them updates to let them know I was okay when a guy approached my table.

"Hey," he says, sitting down on the seat next to me.

I look up from my phone, "hey," I give him a tight-lipped smile and go back to texting.

"What are you doing here, sitting alone," he asks and I have to keep in an eye roll.

"I like being alone," I tell him with another small smile, hoping I'm being kind enough.

"So, you're single?" he asks and I almost wince at his words.

He's getting irritating now.

"No," I shake my head without looking up from the phone.

"Room for a fling in your schedule?" he asks with a cheeky tone and I look up at him with wide eyes.

Are people always this straight-forward?

"No, and excuse me," I tell him sternly and head inside the house to get away from him and go to the washroom.

I take my time and wash my hands with cold water, drying them and patting my face with the remaining coolness afterwards. With the thought of heading home, I step out, only to see the same guy standing by the sofa, grinning.

I plan to ignore him and just cross by to say goodbye to Megan but he has other plans.

"Got you hot and bothered?" He asks in his overly cocky tone and has the audacity to stop me by grabbing my wrist.

I scoff and try to rid my wrist of his hold but he doesn't budge and I look up with a hard face.

He's done it now.

"Listen here, you piece of shit," I start and see his smile shatter, "no you did not make me hot and bothered, all you did was make me uncomfortable and if you don't leave my wrist right fucking now, you're going to regret becoming friends with whoever you are to get an invite to this party," I finish.

His hold only tightens on my wrist, which I'm guessing is a reaction to his broken ego. He opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted my a voice behind me.

"Do what she's saying and walk back or you'll not be walking at all afterwards," I hear Jordan and sigh in relief.

The guy looks behind me with a clenched jaw and leaves my wrist, heading to the backyard.

I turn around to see Denver and Jordan standing there with hard looks and Denver opens his arms. I step into them and hold onto him for whatever comfort I can find.

"Can we go home?" I mumble in his chest.

"Definitely," I hear him say before he scoops me up in his arms making me laugh a little.

Jordan takes the driver's seat and Denver sits in the back with me, my head on his shoulder.

"Why were you guys there?" I ask, as we get on the road.

"For starters, we never left, we were sitting outside in the car watching the test series on the phone," Denver tells me and I feel warmth. They never left.

"Then you stopped texting suddenly and we won't have come inside but your last text was, 'are people always this straight-forward?' so we knew you wanted to leave so we came," Denver shrugs and I realize I must've typed that one out by mistake.

"Oh, thank you," I say, not knowing how to respond to all this.

"What did the guy say?" Jordan speaks up for the first time after heading out.

"Nothing, he was just being an asshole," I shake my head.

"Not what I asked Roya," Jordan says and I sigh.

"He asked if I had time for a fling in my schedule, knowing I wasn't single," I say and sense Denver tensing up and Jordan's knuckles getting paler from his hold on the wheel.

"I said no," I add in quickly, not wanting them to get mad.

"We know Roya, we trust you," Jordan says, his voice still hard.

We reach our parking lot and head inside, taking the elevator. The air around us is tense. I don't know if both of them are mad or just thinking hard.

As soon as we enter the apartment and I turn after shutting the door, Jordan pushes me back into it with his hold on my throat and his lips on mine. This kiss is different. It's not sweet or gentle or hard, it's possessive and jealous and fiery. Theirs this anger that he's putting into it as he bites my lips.

Things happen fast from there on. He turns us around and slams me into Denver's front while our lips don't part and Denver wastes no time in helping me undress while I do the same with Jordan, breaking apart and turning around only when most of our clothes are off.

I slam my lips on Denver's and move my hands to his belt. His kiss matches the fire in Jordan's and the way he holds my hair near the scalp is enough to show his possessiveness. When he's down to his boxers too, he picks me up, sucking on my neck and heads to my bedroom.

I feel Jordan behind me, before I can feel the bed and Denver put me down, turning me around to face Jordan who holds my jaw.

"You're ours Roya, only ours," he says, in authority and fuck it's hot to see them like this.

"Yours," I nod, my jaw still in his hold.

"Now you're going to be a good girl and let us fill you up," his states, taking his boxers off and I know he needs to hear me say the words.

"Yes," I nod again as Denver roughly slides my panties down and Jordan removes my bra. Denver places his arm around my waist making me turn to him and he picks me up again, moving to the bed, and sitting on the edge. I feel his cock rubbing on my ass as he moves. His movements are fast, hurried, like he cannot wait to be inside me and it makes me wetter.

There's no foreplay, we all need each other right now and we're heading straight in.

Denver moves back on the bed with me still on his lap and then lays over the pillows, making me confused. He gives me a smirk as he roughly enters me and my head falls back as he fills me up.

"Shit," A loud moan escapes me as he stays there, letting me adjust.

"Do you want him to move Roya?" Jordan speaks up from behind me, his hands on my waist and his voice low and deep.

"Yeah," I rasp out.

He lifts me up and slams me down on Denver's cock earning pleasing sounds from both of us. My one hand finds Jordan's neck and the other rests on Denver's thigh as Jordan slams me down with another harsh thrust.

Denver takes control from there and starts thrusting upwards in fast moves. A breathy moan leaves my mouth as he rolls his hips a little.

I feel Jordan's hands squeezing hard on my ass and then he's spreading my juices over my other hole, making my breathing heavier as he takes his time in lubricating me.

Oh.

"Ungh," two fingers enter my ass just as Denver slams up inside me.

"So fucking tight Roya," Denver groans, "Even after we've fucked you so much you're still tight for us," he says.

"Such a good fucking pussy," Jordan praises as he slides his fingers out and in again. His words pleasing me.

After a few more thrusts, Jordan takes his fingers out and spreads my ass, entering me in one deep thrust. The feeling of him and Den inside me making me forget how to breathe. Jordan places his hand on my right shoulder, making me lean forward as both my hands land on Denver's chest for support.

My eyes meet Denver's heavy ones, filled with lust and pleasure and need. I'm sure mine mirrors the same emotions.

They both move in me, harder than before as Denver grips my waist harshly to control the speed and Jordan presses on my shoulder for the same reason. I give up any control and let them fuck me however they want.

Their need for me pleasing this part inside me and I clench them on purpose, earning groans as I smile at the response I got.

"Such a pretty slut for us, Right Den," Jordan rasps as he pounds harder.

"So fucking pretty, with both of us inside her.." Denver pauses to deliver another thrust, "..rearranging her guts," he finishes with a sigh as he keeps going.

"You're going to cum for us Roya," Jordan commands, and I nod.

"Words Roya," he moves his hand from my shoulder to the front of my throat.

"Yeah," I manage to say.

"You're going to come for us and only us, you're ours and will forever remain ours," he says, claiming.

"I'm only yours," I say agreeing as I meet Den's eyes once again.

"Cum Roya," Denver says and I close my eyes as I release with both of them still moving inside me.

"That's right Roya, cum all over us," Jordan grits.

As I cum down from my high, I feel their holds getting stronger and then they're cumming inside me. Denver first, followed by Jordan.

As they empty themselves up, I lay flat on Denver, not having anymore strength for now. Jordan pulls out of me slowly making me groan at the emptiness and then Denver turns us so he can move out too.

I lay in between them as Jordan brushes his hand on my back in slow, feathery strokes. I see Denver looking in between my legs and look down to see his cum leaking out of me. He moves his hand to my thigh, collecting some of the liquid and pushes it inside me again.

"Fuck," I whisper as his fingers leave as soon as they enter.

"That's better," he smirks and I shake my head at how silly these two can be.

"Next time a guy approaches you, you get hot and bothered thinking about how we'll fuck you once you get home," Jordan says and kisses my bare shoulder.

"Yes sir," I salute him with two fingers but the glint in his eyes makes me smirk.

"What did you just say?" Den questions with a smirk and I chuckle.

"Nothing," I shake my head and bury it in his shoulder.

"We'll see about that," I hear Jordan say as his hand moves lower from my back.

Fuck.

A/N :

Um, yeah. Enjoy?