LEMONS
*disclaimer - the age of consent in the majority of states is 16 years. Plus, this is the age where most teenagers are learning about their sexuality and experimenting with their peers.*

This whole chapter is fluff, except the last few sentences!

This took forever and I'm sorry! I'm just not sure if I want to post book 2 or not.
I'm just in a bit of a crisis. I personally don't believe in polygamy and my dumb self just realized now I'm writing about it LOL I don't know if I should keep writing or just move on to one of my other (6) stories that I have started UGH.

I just want to actually live out what I believe so I'm struggling here peeps!

Welp, I hope you enjoy!

Hold Me Close

Bakugo refused to put me down until we entered my room. The entire time he was carrying me I had my hands plastered to the back of my dress, trying not to flash anyone. Shinsou unlocked the room and I was finally lowered to the floor. My dress tried to ride up as Bakugo slid me down his body. Squealing in frustration, I jerked it down and glared at him.

I turned around to face Shinsou. "Hey, Shin. Do you have anything else planned or are we just going to hang out?"

He was unlacing his shoes and looked up at me from his position in the desk chair. Bakugo wrapped his arms around my waist seductively, palms open against my stomach. Shinsou's lidded eyes followed the motion.

"I like the idea of just hanging out." He stated, rolling the chair forward so that my knees were basically touching his.

Bakugo nipped my ear and started to speak, breath fanning against my neck. "By hanging out he means making out."

My snort of amusement turned into a squeal of surprise when I was picked up again and deposited on the futon. Being the jerk he is known to be, he grabbed the bottom bar and expanded it to it's full size. I had to choose between falling over or holding my dress down. Of course, I chose the latter and ended up crashing onto my side.

"If you don't quit messing around and trying to look up my dress, I'm going to smack the shizzle out of you!"

He crawled over me and caged me in with his palms on either side of my face. I glanced over to see that Shinsou had repositioned the chair to just watch the two of us.

"So, not to be a mood killer but… how does this work exactly?" Bakugo smirked and threw a look at our purple haired soulmate before pulling us both up on our knees.

"It'll be a little complicated before we get the hang of it but Shinsou and I have talked about it some. There will be times when one of us gets you to ourselves and other times when we're all together. We'll work out the kinks as we go." I nodded, still trying to wrap my head around the complexity of it. Before I could get too caught up in my own thoughts Bakugo jerked my knee forward.

The heat from his palm made my entire body tingle. "I remember this scar from our entrance exams. What happened?" I followed the path of his fingers as they traced the odd pattern.

"That one was really stupid. I was trying to get over the fence to pet the neighbor's dog and ended up falling off a cooler, cutting myself on the broken handle." Bakugo snorted.

After a moment's hesitation, he grabbed my other leg and pulled it forward. Before I could comprehend the movement, he twirled us around so that he ended up leaning against the wall and I was straddling his hips.

"I don't want to be too forward but you're making it fucking impossible to keep my hands to myself." I giggled and reached up to sink my fingers into his thick hair. I leaned in and kissed his jawline, tilting his head with a sharp tug. The groan that reverberated through his chest was heady and I needed more.

Holding him in place, I trailed down and nipped at his sensitive flesh before kissing my way back up. His hand trailed under my dress to my lace covered bottom. I felt his jaw flex under my lips before he yanked me forward.

Our pelvises collided and I gasped, tightening my hold on his hair. He tilted his head down and bit my shoulder roughly. I threw my head back to give him more access and whimpered when he nipped and licked his way up my neck.

Another groan ripped through him and I felt my panties dampen, lust ravaging my body. Just when I thought I couldn't get more turned on, I felt a dip in the bed. Shinsou's body heat enveloped what was left of me. Leaning over me, he pulled me back and claimed my lips. His tongue darted out and barely licked the seam of my mouth, begging me to give me access. I gave in and moaned at the delicate way he dominated the kiss.

Bakugo's hands started kneading as he continued lower. He pushed the strap of my bralette to the side and then harshly sucked right above my cleavage. The noise that tore out of my throat made the three of us freeze. I glanced between both of them and swallowed thickly before making a snap decision.

"Shirts. Off."

Neither of them hesitated. I pulled back so I could look at them simultaneously.

"I know I've seen you train shirtless. But damn. This hits differently."

Reaching out, I place both hands on Shinsou's chest. His breath stuttered as I splayed my fingers out slowly but he didn't move. My hands dragged down steadily, tracing every dip and bulge of muscle he had to offer. I traced under his pectorals and then reached up to tweak his nipple.

He groaned, grabbing my wrists. "Ren. Where are you wanting this to lead?" I blinked at him owlishly.

"I'm not ready for sex but I want all of us to explore, to touch. To feel good. I want a repeat of what happened at Bakugo's but I want to return the favor."

His heady moan was all the warning I had before I was yanked into his chest. My legs were yanked around his waist and I was slammed into Bakugo's torso. He didn't seem to mind.

Hands trailed over my stomach and thighs, igniting a fire deep in my belly. I broke away from Shinsou trying to catch my breath. Lips and teeth made a path along my neck on both sides. Every conscious thought I had flew out the window.

My hands wandered over whatever I could reach, the bond making it impossible to feel embarrassed. I knew instinctually that I was safe and that they were mine and I was theirs.

Shinsou started grinding against me, slowly building me up. His shaft was intimately pressed against my center and clit. I moaned wantonly as he thrust against me with just enough friction to drive me crazy. Bakugo was matching his pace, erection dragging against my backside. They made sure that I felt every inch, not leaving anything to the imagination.

I was deliciously pinned against them. Shinsou held my legs in place while Bakugo grasped my hips tightly. Holding me at just the right angle so they could both give and receive. I couldn't move if I wanted to and honestly, I loved the power play. It was so them to just take control without even realizing they were doing it.

The only thing that could be heard was our panting and pleasurable whimpers. Occasional sloppy kisses were placed wherever we could find skin but we were all too far gone to focus on anything but chasing our own orgasms. Bakugo came first, squeezing my cheeks painfully around his stiffened member.

"Oh, fuck. I knew I was an ass guy but damn, Ren."

His whispered exclamation was enough to send me over the edge. I was much more vocal, unable to move with the pulsing of my walls. My loud moan was hastily muffled by Shisous' lips. He quickened his pace, making me squirm from the overstimulation. Burying his face in my neck, his body jerked a few more times as he finished.

We collapsed on the futon, desperately trying to catch our breaths. My dress was hiked up to my waist but I didn't care. Until both of them literally sat up to enjoy the view. I grabbed the hem of my dress and started to pull it down but my wrist was caught.

"You can't wear those underwear and not let us see them." I laughed at Shinsou's justification, relaxing into the cushion more.

"I have to keep up some semblance of secrecy. You know, to keep you both guessing."

Bakugo snorted behind me and trailed his fingers up the back of my thigh.

"That's called being a fucking tease, peach." He emphasized the new nickname with a quick smack to my derriere.

I half heartedly glared at him over my shoulder. Shinsou grimaced and adjusted his pants.

"We need showers." They both left and I grabbed all my things to clean up. I just rinsed off so I was done a lot quicker than them.

I fixed the room up and looked around, thinking about all the memories this small space had already given me. Yawning, I crawled up the ladder and snuggled underneath the covers. I was soon joined by my guys and a persistent question wouldn't leave my mind.

"Hey, so, we all know I'm an overthinker."

"That's a fucking understatement." Bakugo mumbled into my neck. Shinsou rolled his eyes and turned my head so I would look at him.

"What's on your mind?"

"This is really stupid but it just popped into my head and I can't stop thinking about it! If we get married- '' Bakugo sat up abruptly and cut off my sentence by placing his palm over my mouth.

"First of all, it's when not if. Secondly, don't worry about that shit right now. That is YEARS in the future." He plopped back down and snuggled up to me, squishing Shinsou against the railing.

BOOK ONE IS COMPLETE!