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Maka, Soul, and Crona have been dating for a little over six months.
It was a smooth transition since they were always together anyway. And Crona slept over so often that they basically lived in the apartment as well. The three alternated between sleeping with one another, depending on who was more comfortable with what.
However, Maka and Soul had small beds truly only meant for one person. Fitting Crona was enough of a struggle since they were not only older but had shot up in size once they started eating properly – on top of the fact they were already tall before that.
So one day they all pooled their allowance from Shibusen and bought a queen-sized bed.
It was a great investment. There was way more space to stretch out, even with three people. And it was nice for Maka to be sandwiched between her favorite people after a long day, among... other things. The months were getting colder, and it was nice to share the warmth.
Tonight was no different. They all took quick showers and toweled off in the bathroom. They showered together occasionally but only when they could afford to waste time - they all had classes tomorrow.
Maka dressed simply in her slut shorts (as Soul fondly named them for being so short) and an old band shirt. Soul in his basic T-shirt and bone patterned boxers. And Crona in a thicker white nightgown. Then the three of them climbed into bed.
There was a bit of negotiation. The trio flipped through a few different positions before Maka decided she was too hot and curled up against the wall, tugging the blanket with her. Soul scolded her and tried to yank it back but she kept it trapped beneath her weight.
The moment Crona shivered, Soul pressed against their back and threw an arm around them. His heat seeped through to them immediately.
“Better?”
“Mhm, thank you.”
“You’re all skin and bones, so you probably feel the cold way more than us.”
“I’ve been eating more...”
He shrugged. “Still.”
The meister sighed and burrowed into their pillow once more. They worried about Soul being at their back, mainly because Ragnarok detested heat and could pop out at any moment to shove Soul away. But just like Maka he seemed to sleep soundly beneath the surface.
Crona began to zone out gradually to the sound of crows outside until Soul began running his hands up and down their sides gradually. Gently grabbing at their softer hips and sides that were starting to fill in. They bat at his hands and turned back to him slightly,
“What are you doing..?”
“Warming you up. You know, friction?”
While Crona could be a bit naïve they could tell by the glistening teeth in Soul’s smirk that he was messing with them. Crona rolled back on their side and ignored him.
They could barely make out Maka’s figure through the moonlight, but it was clear she was still sound asleep. His hands returned, although one now rested much closer to their inner thigh. Even with the fabric of the nightgown separating them Crona felt the anticipation begin to spark.
It was a careful dance. Soul had to push their boundaries just enough to entice Crona, but not scare them off. Just the right amount of hypothetical pawing at the door to convince Crona to let him in.
He pressed impossibly closer and moved his hand up to keep it firmly on their tummy. Then nipped at the parts of their ear and neck that he could reach, most being blocked by the turtleneck.
Crona shuddered and tried to squirm away, but Soul held them firmly. His instinct to chase only turned on more by their resistance. Their legs clenched together when he pressed his weight onto them and blew into their ear. A whine forced through them.
“Soul.”
Weapons had an inherent weakness to a Meister’s command, even ones who weren’t their own. And just that soft call of his name was enough for Soul to dive in fully. He cupped Crona’s cock through their gown and relished in the way they bucked into his hand.
Soul grinded his hips into the other’s plush ass, only realizing he was doing so when Crona began to move back against him as well. They did a half roll onto their back and looked back at Soul, eyes flitting nervously between him and Maka.
“I-Is it okay to do it like this?” Soul squeezed their chest, and against their best wishes they whimpered. “Maka is right- mmn, th-there…”
“Right here, you said?” Soul smirked, moving his hand under their PJs.
“No! I said Maka is right there!”
“So? She can join if she wants.”
Crona’s arguments quickly died down the more Soul’s hands roamed. They’ve all had plenty of sex, in worse locations than their bedroom, admittedly. But doing it while Maka was just a foot away and could wake up any second was simultaneously mortifying and stirred something new inside of them.
It felt dirty… but if Soul said it was fine, it must be. And everything was fine when he was humping against them like this.
Crona let out a low moan and jumped when Soul’s deep voice caressed their ear. Sending a shiver that racked their whole body.
“You gotta stay quiet, baby.” He licked down their neck. “Don’t want her to hear us.”
“Uh huh..”
Even though Crona still held (quickly wavering) apprehensions about their exhibitionism, they were content to lay back and get ravaged. Their clothes were yanked up further and further in Soul’s desperation to fuck. One hand continuously worked their cock while another explored all of Crona’s tender spots. Squeezing and spreading their ass persistently. He always seemed distracted by it for whatever reason.
Over the last few months of sleeping together they had begun to learn each other very well. And it took Soul barely any effort at all to break down Crona and make them useless. To their chagrin.
Soul ran his knuckles down their spine and pressed down on the area right above their tailbone. They gasped and arched into his touch. He did it again and their cock throbbed in his hand due to the stimulation.
“You’re actin’ just like Blair right now…”
Crona opened their mouth to bite back, but only a shaky moan came out as he gently pat their butt. They quickly shut it, embarrassed. And spread their legs wider so Soul had more access.
He pressed soft kisses over any parts of Crona he could reach until he suddenly broke off and rolled away. They whimpered and sat up to look at what he was doing, and blushed when they saw the tent in Soul’s boxers.
“Damn, there it is.”
Before Crona could ask what he was digging for, Soul lifted up a bottle of lube and flipped open the cap with his canines. Their breath hitched.
“S-S-Soul! We can’t do that.”
“Hm? You not up to it?”
Crona glanced back at Maka, she was still luckily still fast asleep, facing the wall instead of her partners.
“It’s not that I don’t... but we’ll wake her up.”
The concern quickly disappeared from his voice, “For fucks sake, Crona. Maka could sleep through surgery.”
He coaxed Crona to lay back down, soothing their complaints with shushes. Then lowered his boxers and kicked them off. He greedily pushed his erection up between Crona’s thighs and testes, they let out a little squeak.
“ ‘Sides. You sure seemed to like the idea of Maka catchin’ us.”
They throbbed against Soul’s erection. Only proving him right. He slid his hand between their thighs and they instinctively spread for him.
“Pervert. Always wanting to show off for her...”
“T-That’s- ohh my-“
Crona slapped a hand on their mouth to muffle their sudden moan. They could feel the heat rush to their face when Soul chuckled, knowing his fingers running down over Crona’s entrance was the cause.
He began to press in gently, the two of them were eager to start but didn’t want to rush and cause any pain. Although Crona knew they were going to be wet and limping in the morning either way... But when Soul pressed a gentle kiss to their ear and asked if they were okay they found it difficult to complain.
They nodded and Soul began to pick up the pace. Pushing his finger in and out gradually and opening them up.
Soul could feel out Crona pretty well at this stage. He uncapped the lube and poured some more, the initial chill wore off fast when Soul continued his quick finger-thrusts inside them. The friction and heat from their bodies minimized the temperature shock. Crona managed to just barely muffle their huffs and groans into the pillow, their cock remained neglected but the fingering was enough to keep them at bay.
Soul fit in a fourth finger and Crona impatiently kicked at his leg. He knew how to follow orders, and slipped his hand free to happily line up his cock.
The scythe hastily squeezed an extra shot of lube to smooth things out and spread it slowly, uber sensitive from the lack of stimulation besides dry humping and brief skin on skin.
Crona felt anticipation boil as he pressed against their hole. Soul moved a hand to adjust his dick and another to dig into their hips to hold them still. Pushing deeper and deeper into his partner. After just a few moments Soul was pressed flush Crona and gyrated his hips slowly. Letting out a low, pleased sigh of satisfaction.
That peace only lasted another few seconds before Soul braced both of his hands on Crona’s hips for support and began to wildly thrust his hips with no warning. Crona had no time to stifle the loud groan that came out. And Soul made no move to stop fucking even when Maka began to shift on her side of the bed from the noise.
He leaned forward and buried his face into their neck, taking in the scent of them. Every single movement he made against them drew out some new squeak or moan that Soul couldn’t help but chase. Angling his hip every which way to find the erogenous areas. Crona knew they should stop before Maka woke up, but it just felt too good.
Eventually, Soul finally slowed down due to the ache in his hips. Crona relaxed their body in relief when he slipped out, only for him to roll them over fully onto their back and climb on top of them.
“Soul?”
“ ‘Wanna see your face.” He grumbled. And adjusted himself quickly to slip back inside.
The aggressive thrusts continued, and any thought of being careful not to wake up Maka was forgotten as pleasure began to flood their body. Every thrust against their ass caused a loud slap sound to echo through the room and jostled them further and further up the bed from the force.
The new position made it easier for Soul to get deeper and thrust faster. He was almost animalistic, sloppily drooling over Crona as he focused only on keeping his hips moving. Even though it was shaking the mattress hard and the duo’s moans were almost sure to wake Maka up.
“S-S-Soul..” They whimpered. Barely speaking through the moans, “I’m gonna..”
“Me too, ah, c’mon-“
Soul grabbed at their thighs and pressed his forehead against their own. And locked their lips together briefly. It was difficult to keep it up besides a messy, open-mouthed kiss when Crona couldn’t stop gasping for every thrust. And the two separated.
Crona dug their free hand into their sweater to ground themself and the other worked their cock quickly, their pleasure amped higher and higher until Soul brushed his wavelength against theirs and they came. Hard.
The first rope of cum shot across their face and they threw their head back as spurted out. Stroking themself so quick their wrist begin to ache. They felt almost delirious from how hard the orgasm hit them that tears begin to well up. Soul hit his crest as well and his hips stuttered, that familiar feeling of pulsing and hot semen rushed inside of Crona and they groaned into their hand.
After just a few moments the strongest of their orgasms passed. Soul still lazily bucked his hips trying to ride out the last bit. But Crona was too tender to be touched anymore, hissing when their cock rubbed against Soul’s shirt. They untensed their body and rested their eyes. Sweat and tears dripped down their face.
They then felt a hot, slick tongue brush across their face. They mumbled with confusion, turning their face away. But Soul’s tongue licked over their cheek once more.
“Soul, stop it.. bad…”
“Relax.” He licked again. “You got cum on your face.”
“That’s dirty.”
”Wanna taste?”
Before they could answer, Soul leaned forward and pressed their lips together. Sharing the jet black, almost metallic tasting semen. It was much slower and full of passion that Crona couldn’t help but melt into it. They reached a hand up to pet the back of his hair and he hummed happily. The two eventually separated to catch their breath and Soul pressed his forehead against theirs.
“A-Aren’t you going to take it out?” They whispered.
“Nah, I’m stuck.”
“…Stuck?”
“ ‘S a scythe thing. We get stuck.” He yawned, unintentionally flashing his full set of teeth in their face. Crona had to resist the urge to feel the heart-shaped set of incisors. “Just ask Maka later...”
He rested his weight down fully on Crona and made himself comfortable as best he could with his cock stuffed inside his partner. Curling up like a puppy and closing his eyes contently, burrowed in their neck.
“Soul! You’re heavy…”
The only response they got was a snore. Due to the combination of sex and Soul’s overwhelming heat, Crona fell fast asleep as well.