"No, George. Gin and 'Mione are waiting for me," I said dismissively and tried to slide past him to get to our room.
"Y/n," he warned sternly. I looked up into his eyes to see that he was looking at me with a serious, partially unreadable expression.
"Fine," I said and walked up the stairs in front of him, hoping that this wouldn't take long and that my friends wouldn't notice my absence.
When I opened the door and stepped into the room, George following behind me, I noticed that both Fred and George did not seem too happy.
"What's up?" I asked, looking at both of them confusedly. "Why are you guys upset?".
Fred walked up to me until we were almost chest to chest and looked down at me with a stern look. "Do you think it's funny to flirt with other guys in front of us?" he asked.
My mouth opened, forming a slight 'o' and I didn't know what to say. I had been a little flirty with Charlie that day, and I had sat next to him at dinner and had been particularly nice to him. I didn't really mean anything by it, I was just kind of bored and was trying to get petty revenge at the twins for how often they got jealous. I had been annoyed that they didn't talk to me about it and instead just got mad, but I couldn't be mad at that now. If I had wanted confrontation instead of ignorance, I was getting it.
"I- uh-," I started, not being able to defend myself. "I didn't mean-".
"You didn't mean what?" George asked, coming up beside his brother. "You didn't mean to be a little flirt with our own brother all day? Or go off with Harry and do Merlin knows what?".
"Okay, now that wasn't-" I started, trying to tell them that they misunderstood what had happened with Harry.
"Save it," George said.
He captured my lips in a bruising and aggressive kiss, his mouth moving much too rough and fast against mine for me to even try to keep up. They had walked me backwards until my knees hit the foot of one of their beds, and George removed his lips from my own and pushed me back onto it.
I fell back onto my elbows, panting a bit from the kiss, and looked up to see the both of them standing over me with angry looks on their faces. I knew that I was supposed to be feeling remorseful at the moment, but I couldn't help but be completely turned on by how dominant they were being.
George stepped forward, climbed onto the bed, and straddled me. Without warning, his hand quickly dove into my pants and under my underwear. He delved into my warmth and collected some of my wetness before moving his finger to my clit and moving his fingers in fast circles, causing me to squirm from slight overstimulation.
"Just because you decided to be a little tease and not confess your feelings to us until the day before we left so that we couldn't make anything official doesn't mean you get to flirt with our own brother. In our own house," he spat angrily, his fingers speeding up at an almost painful speed.
I opened my mouth to reply, but the only sound that came out was a breathy moan. His fingers continued to slide over my clit again and again, and I could barely comprehend what he was saying, let alone try to reply.
I shut my eyes and leaned my head back in pleasure, but his fingers soon removed themselves from me. I opened my eyes and glanced up at the two of them, panting and confused.
"Take off your clothes," Fred said, his arms crossed.
"What?" I asked.
"Take. Off. Your. Clothes." Fred said assertively. "We're going to show you who you belong to".
I felt my breath hitch in my throat at his words and nodded, not wanting to piss either of them off anymore.
I took off my shirt first, no bra underneath, and then removed my pajama pants and underwear in one go. I quickly felt embarrassed at the fact that they were both fully clothed while I was the opposite, but I swallowed my humiliation.
"Turn over," George said.
I nodded and did as he said, flipping over onto my stomach and leaning onto my elbows while craning my head to look at them. They both removed their shirts and left their pants on, and George climbed onto the bed behind me, straddling my hips. Even though he was still wearing pajama pants, I could still feel his rock hard dick against my ass through the material.
I felt him lower his pants a bit, only just below his waist, and then he pulled his crotch away from my ass. I didn't feel the absence for long however, because he quickly gripped my hips and pulled me against his now bare dick so that my back was obscenely arched.
He took his dick in his hand and rubbed the tip up and down my wet entrance, just grazing it but not letting me feel the satisfaction of him entering me.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he groaned.
I quickly felt Fred climb onto the bed in front of me and grip my hair tightly, forcing me to look up at him.
"Does this turn you on? Did you do all of this on purpose just to piss us off?" he asked with a cruel smirk.
"No, no I-" I started but my voice caught in my throat when I felt a hand harshly slap against my ass, a loud slap echoing across the room. I bit my lip, both out of pain and in pleasure.
"Shut up. Whether or not you meant to do it for this, you knew what the hell you were doing," George said from behind me.
He continued to rub his dick along my entrance, and I couldn't help but rock back a bit in an attempt to get some friction.
Fred released my hair, and I let my head fall down to the mattress, my forehead resting against it while I panted and tried not to get too worked up from the teasing.
"Say you're ours," George said, still rubbing his dick teasingly along my entrance.
"I'm yours, all yours," I said with no hesitation, praying that he would just fuck me.
"Mmm, again," he said and I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
"I'm yours," I said again.
"Good girl," he said huskily and quickly slammed into me without warning.
"Fuck," I moaned as he immediatly took up a quick pace, ramming into me and causing my entire body to jolt forward with each thrust.
Fred grabbed my hair in his hands again and dragged my head up, so I opened my mouth while looking up at him, taking the sign to do so.
He immediately lowered his pants and started fucking into my mouth, not at all as curtious as he had been the day before. He didn't seem to care if I was gagging, he just moved my mouth up and down his shaft as he quickly thrusted into my mouth, his head thrown back with pleasure. I moaned onto his dick with almost every one of George's thrusts.
George continued to ram into me at a dizzyingly fast pace, and he was grasping onto my hips so hard I was sure that I would have a bruise the next day. All I could do was grasp onto the backs of Fred's thighs as pleasure overwhelmed my body, not being able to keep the moans from escaping my mouth.
My entire body was shaking from George pounding into me from behind and Fred doing the same from the front, and if I hadn't been holding onto Fred while George held my hips steady, I would not have been able to keep so stable.
George's thrusts began to get quicker and sloppier, and I could tell that he was about to come. I could feel myself nearing the edge too, so I tried my best to thrust myself back onto his dick so that he reached even deeper inside me. More moans left my mouth as well, I could just feel my climax approaching.
"Not yet, princess," George said with a shaky voice from his quick movements. "You can't cum until we both do".
I let out a mix between an annoyed groan and a moan, still with Fred's dick in my mouth, and focused more on using my tongue to pleasure Fred instead of chasing my own orgasm.
George's thrusts became impossibly fast and I soon felt him spilling into me, the warmth of it creating more pleasure than I would have imagined.
Fred pulled out of my mouth, and I panted uncontrollably once my mouth was empty. He climbed off of the bed in front of me and walked around to the foot of the bed.
"Turn around," he instructed.
I quickly did as he said, willing to do anything for him to continue what his brother had just been doing.
I looked at him from where I was leant down on my back, pleading at him with my eyes to fuck me.
It seemed that he didn't need to be told twice, and he quickly entered me and thrusted into me at a quick pace like George's, except this time his fingers ventured down to massage circles over my clit.
I leaned my head back and shut my eyes in pleasure, completely overwhelmed by the sensations.
He continued to slam into me and work my clit, and I soon felt my back arch itself up and felt my entire body tense, right on the edge of what I knew would be a mind-numbing orgasm.
My climax was soon ripped away from me though, Fred's fingers removed themselves from my heat and he slowed down his thrusts.
"Not until I do, Princess," Fred said with a cruel chuckle.
I looked up at him and groaned before throwing my head back again, my body aching as it pulsed from the stolen orgasm.
He sped his thrusts up again and used his fingers to pleasure me again, and I soon felt myself approach the brink of climax again, quicker this time around. I hoped that he was close to and would let me cum this time, but I was disappointed again when he slowed down and took his hand away right as I was approaching my finish.
"Fred," I groaned.
"Say you won't flirt with anyone else," he said while moving his dick in and out of me at a torturously slow pace.
"I won't flirt with anyone else," I said breathlessly.
"And that you're ours".
"I'm yours," I said seriously, looking into his eyes and making sure he knew that I meant it. For the first time that night, I saw insecurity in his eyes instead of anger, and I quickly felt guilty for making either of them feel that way. "I'm yours," I repeated.
He then took up a fast pace again and worked on my clit, and this time I could tell that he was nearing the edge as well. He fucked me quickly and sloppily, his fingers staying in the same place as my body jolted from his thrusts, causing his fingers to quickly glide over my clit with every movement.
I felt an unbelievably powerful orgasm take over my entire body, and I couldn't help the noises that spilled out of my mouth as it flowed through my body in waves.
I felt him cum inside me too, his release mixing with his brothers inside of me, and he thrusted into me a few more times as he worked through his orgasm, my body tensing up from overstimulation.
He then slowly pulled out of me and flopped down next to me on the bed, both of us panting.
George walked over and layed down on my other side, not as breathless as Fred and I. He leaned over to me and kissed me, a much softer and sweeter kiss than anything that had happened that night. I reached up and softly caressed his cheek as we kissed and then pulled away and looked at him in the eyes before laying back on the bed again.
"You guys, I swear I didn't mean to-"
"Shhh, we know, we know," Fred said and placed a soft kiss on my mouth as well.
I pulled away and layed on my back again, looking up at the ceiling as my body came down from the powerful climax.
"Your ours now though, Princess. We didn't get to say anything before, but now that we can we don't like to share," George said.
I nodded. "And you guys are mine too," I said with a smile and looked between the two of them.
"Of course," Fred said and pressed another kiss to my lips.