Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/5482985. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan Relationship: Erwin_Smith/Eren_Yeager Character: Erwin_Smith, Eren_Yeager Additional Tags: Pedophilia, Incest, Father/Son_Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Cock_Worship, Cock_Slut, Come_Swallowing, Blow_Jobs, Public_Blow_Jobs, Face-Sitting, Eating_out, Come_Eating, Shota Series: Part 4 of Eren_Is_Small_and_Eren_Is_Kinky Stats: Published: 2015-12-21 Words: 1980 ****** All I Want for Christmas is (Your Come) ****** by orphan_account Summary Eren liked open mouth kisses. He would always lick up chin, lip and tongue until he could feel all around the inside of his daddy's wet mouth. He could taste what he ate and feel his big grown up teeth, which made him feel weak and like his place was rightfully reserved underneath his tough papa. He also liked pulling on hair. Even though Erwin had buzzed some parts around his neck and ears, there was always the golden, thick hair that was kept slicked back right on top. Eren liked to grab and pull on it, so the gel would come undone and his pretty locks would go back to their normal softness. There was one thing that little Eren liked more, though, and that was keeping his mouth stuffed full. Not with tongue- no, nor fingers or a binky. He loved cock. Daddy’s big cock that nourished him and kept him entertained for minutes or even hours. His papa was perfect- and so was his sex. Notes There's pedophilia in this - there's my warning. Please, for the love of God, don't chide me about consenting to real life child abuse or porn. For those of you who do enjoy this, have a Christmas AU with slutty kid Eren. :-) See the end of the work for more notes Eren liked open mouth kisses. He would always lick up chin, lip and tongue until he could feel all around the inside of his daddy's wet mouth. He could taste what he ate and feel his big grown up teeth, which made him feel weak and like his place was rightfully reserved underneath his tough papa. He also liked pulling on hair. Even though Erwin had buzzed some parts around his neck and ears, there was always the golden, thick hair that was kept slicked back right on top. Eren liked to grab and pull on it, so the gel would come undone and his pretty locks would go back to their normal softness. There was one thing that little Eren liked more, though, and that was keeping his mouth stuffed full. Not with tongue- no, nor fingers or a binky. He loved cock. Daddy’s big cock that nourished him and kept him entertained for minutes or even hours. His papa was perfect- and so was his sex. ===============================================================================   Erwin awoke at ten in the morning on a Wednesday, with Eren nestled into his bare side. It was winter break for the boy and he always call off work for the week, so he could watch over his son and spend time with family. The two planned to go to the mall that day, to shop and enjoy the winter atmosphere together, but Eren’s reason trumped them all - they had to see Santa. He begged and begged the night before, even though Erwin had said yes long before he asked the second time. It was an excuse for his little boy to get on his knees and give him a nice, long blow job in the hallway of their home. Erwin had suggested that they move to the bedroom, where his boy would be more comfortable and there would be no damage done to his knees, but there would be no moving done until Eren got a big mouthful of seed to swallow down and enjoy. Eren somehow ended up keeping his father up all night and getting what he wanted - a thoroughly fucked, gaping hole, and another blow of spunk in his face. He insisted that they didn't wash his face, so he could wipe it off with his fingers and eat it. Eren rolled around a few times, completely throwing the covers off of him, and peeked his mop of brown hair and bright green eyes over Erwin’s chest, staring at him. They looked at each other for a while; Erwin admiring Eren’s round face, and Eren waking up, slowly. They kept this position for a while, until the boy perked up and shot up into a sitting position. “Daddy, did I do this?” He slammed his hands down onto bright red nail marks left on his father's abs, grinning. The blonde only took his son's hands and kissed them, pulling up the pudgy, naked boy onto him. “You did,” He smiled, wrapping both of his arms around the astonished brunette. Eren loved being praised. “Tell me how good I did, Daddy,” He placed his hands down on Erwin’s collar bone and began dragging his nails back and forth, creating pink lines in his skin. “You did great,” Erwin kissed his boy’s mouth quickly, “You made Papa feel excellent,” he finished, then feeling his boy squeeze his thighs together and shift them back and forth. Erwin sat up against the mound of pillows and moved any and all covers off of them, watching Eren wiggle his hips about. “Are you feeling naughty?” Erwin chuckled and placed one of his hands on Eren’s tan, meaty bottom. Eren nodded and sat up, spreading his legs to reveal his three-inch stiffy. Erwin took this as the indicator to touch his baby. He shifted himself back down into the bed until he was flat, then picked up Eren by the hips and opened his mouth. He heard from many people that he was downright amazing with his tongue, and Eren was one to agree. He could fuck himself on his father's face all day and not once get tired. When he felt Eren’s throbbing hole against his tongue, he widened his mouth and sucked against the sensitive flesh. “No!” Eren cried and bounced once against Erwin’s mouth, getting an angry slap to the back side. Erwin pulled his son off his face and scowled. “No, Daddy! I want something else,” he whined, poking the tip of his little erection. “I want Papa’s dick,” his face lit up with a blush. “Baby, you had that only a few hours ago- Let me do this for you, so you feel better,” he pressed his hands into Eren’s thighs and massaged them slowly. Eren kicked his feet into the bed with a frustrated cry and shifted back onto his father's mouth, gyrating his hips until Erwin worked his bottom open and he was allowed to move more. Erwin thrusted two fingers in and out of the boy while he licked at his cum- stained taint. Fuck, the skin was so smooth there. He knew it was wrong to be fucking his prepubescent child, but dear lord, the sex with his rambunctious Eren was always another form of heaven. The blonde worked his magic until Eren came in his hands, never wasting a drop. By the time Erwin moved the other from his face, Eren was sucking his hands and fingers, shivering and twitching from his orgasm. “Daddy, you fuck me so good.” ===============================================================================   Erwin had scrubbed them both down before they got to the mall, making sure they weren't going around with cum on their cheeks and messy hair. He had to keep a firm grip on his son's hand or else he would break off somehow and never be seen again. “So, when do we see Santa?” He asked impatiently, looking up and his daddy as they walked. Eren always had to lift his arm up to hold hands with Erwin. He was just too tall! “Later, Sweetheart, when he gets here,” Erwin answered patiently as they entered a store filled with fairy lights and fake trees. He stopped in here to grab a gift or two for his mother. Erwin let his son give him all the advice in the world of what grandma would want. “She likes this color of pink, not that one,” Eren wagged his finger at his daddy and shoved a soft cardigan into his hands. They ended up leaving the store with that garment. A few stops later and Eren was absolutely dying to go sit on the mall Santa’s lap and tell him everything he wanted for Christmas. Erwin had made sure to buy more than enough toys and games for his boy, but he would never be able to give him a green tiger, like he asked for every year. They meandered throughout the mall until the announcement was made that the man in red had arrived. Eren outright squealed and tugged his papa along, even though he had absolutely no clue where he was headed. Erwin leaded them in the right direction. Once the two saw the extravagant decorations, Eren zoomed into the relatively short line and waved the blonde to come faster. “Daddy, hurry!” He yelled, getting a few side glances and annoyed grunts from parents around them. Erwin picked up his noisy child and kissed his fluffy hair. “He's going to get me everything I want, just wait and see,” Eren mused, excitedly. He gently grabbed handfuls of of the ends of his father's hair and kissed his cheeks and around his lips. He started to become a little too feely - poking his pink little tongue out and pressing it to Erwin’s mouth. “No, Honey,” he chided, patting Eren’s bum, “Later.” Eren pouted and kicked his legs about, but stayed calm the rest of the wait in line. When the time came to sit on Santa’s lap, Erwin stood aside and watched his boy bounce on the man’s lap. The man dressed up in a fake beard had to talk to one of the mall’s staff momentarily, so his attention was averted away. Eren took this time to tease his daddy. He held up a small, loose fist in front of his mouth and spread his lips, poking his tongue into his cheek. Erwin’s face distorted into something someone could call less than pleased. His son was pretending to give a blow job in public. His fucking eight-year-old son! Eren giggled and whipped his head around to look to his Santa. They talked for a while and soon his pretty brunette came toddling back to him. “Daddy, I have to go pee,” he started, latching onto Erwin’s hand and tugging him forth. The blonde scooped up his son, obviously peeved, and began giving Eren an earful. A lot of stuff that the boy didn't care to listen to or acknowledge. Erwin got his son to the toilets, setting him on the ground after a final “don't you ever do that again”. Eren nodded with false sentiment and whined, “Papa, don't be mad anymore, I'm sorry…” He tugged on Erwin’s fingers with two small fists, toward the large stall at the end. “Come potty with me, please- Daddy, I don't like going alone,” He whimpered, jutting out his florid lip. Erwin sighed, defeated, and nodded, shuffling into the stall with his son. When they entered, Erwin felt a bit a fury with a hint of ecstasy. Eren ripped his hands away from Erwin’s and thrusted them towards his sleek black belt, pressing his face into his father's crotch. “I love you, Daddy,” He wiggled his hips excitedly and inhaled, trying to get that scent he loved after the two of the had sex. Dirty, sweaty, sexy - too bad they were both freshly washed. Eren’s earthy eyes settled on his papa and he smiled, tugging at his belt with need. Holy fuck, what was he getting himself into? Erwin unbuckled his belt and let Eren go to town. In just a minute or two, there was a cock stuffed down Eren’s throat, to his own accord of course, and needy whines getting half cut off every time he gagged. Erwin gingerly thrust forward every once in awhile, not wanting to hurt his son by any means, but watching Eren with his jaw so far down and his lips spread unbelievably wide and that bulge move in his throat was tantalizing. Eren would move between shaft, tip, and balls. Whenever he would lick at the skin on the base of his thick length, he would rest the wet, hot cock against his face, so he could reach. His baby hands would squeeze the fat tip and pump his dick, wanting a warm, gooey load in his mouth that very instant. He got what he wanted. When his father came, his throat was opened wide. Cock crammed into his mouth, he cried out quietly for his special, sticky treat. When he tasted that bland saltiness, his eyes seemed to roll back into his head in sated pleasure. Erwin had firmly stroked the side of Eren’s face, a way to keep his noises down by focusing on the beauty of his son. They had been extremely lucky to have the bathroom completely empty and to themselves. Erwin pulled his hips back, but Eren kept himself suction-cupped onto the dick in his mouth. “Eren-” Erwin slipped a thumb into the child’s mouth and pried him away, pulling his boxers up and over his coated, flaccid cock. Eren continued to suck on the thumb in his mouth for a while, then licked, and pulled away, “I love you, Papa,” He wrapped his arms around his father’s waist and gave the most sugary sweet, innocent smile he could muster, “I love your cum.” Eren was, without a doubt, a little devil with a halo. End Notes Probably gonna be a chapter 2 to this with a good wreckage of Eren's lil booty. 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Cas lets out a soft, quiet moan at the grounding weight of Dean on top of him, and Dean makes some sort of noise of recognition in response. Roaming hands start to add into the mix, Cas’ hands wandering up Dean’s shirt, Dean’s hands sliding down Cas’ chest. Finally, after some long moments, Dean pulls away, panting. “You wanna keep this at a makeout session?” Dean inquires, slightly breathless, leaning his forehead against Cas’. “Well, Sam’s upstairs, right?” Cas breathes back. “Well, yeah, but we can get away with something,” Dean reasons, nipping at Cas’ lower lip. “I don’t think you’re aware of how loud you are when we fuck, Dean,” Cas tells Dean, utterly serious. Dean blushes, rolling his eyes. “Okay, we won’t fuck then,” Dean sighs. “We can do something else though,” he compromises. “I can suck you off if you want me to,” Dean offers. “But only if you want to, I’m not pushing,” he goes on. “If you just wanna keep this up.” He gives Cas a peck on the lips. “That’s fine with me.” Cas bites his lip, thinking, as he looks up at Dean. Dean’s cheeks are already pink and his eyes are already wide. He already looks gorgeous, but then again, to Cas, Dean looks gorgeous pretty much all the time. He takes a breath and nods. “Yeah.” “You want me to suck you off?” Dean questions, sounding almost hopeful. Cas blushes and nods. Dean grins. “Happily,” he says, kissing Cas one more time before slowly shimmying down Cas’ body. “Wait,” Cas says, Dean pausing and looking up at him. “What?” “What about you?” Cas inquires. Dean shrugs. “I’ll get myself off while I get you off,” Dean tells Cas who frowns. “Yeah, but I wanna get you off too,” Cas says. “You can consider this my Christmas present to you,” Dean says, grinning over at Cas. Cas pauses before his lips twitch up into a smile. “Yeah, okay,” he sighs. Dean smiles, immediately letting his hands wander down to Cas’ jeans as Cas wriggles around a little, sinking deeper into the couch. “But I get to suck you off later too,” he adds on and Dean grins. “I have no complaints about that,” Dean hums, scooting downwards on the couch, his fingers undoing the button and zipper of Cas’ jeans. Dean reaches in slowly and pulls out Cas’ cock that’s already pretty much hard for the most part. “You’re already hard?” Dean asks, voice almost incredulous. Cas just smirks and shrugs. “I told you you’re a good kisser. This is what happens,” Cas explains shakily as Dean wraps his hand around Cas’ cock and strokes him a few times until he’s fully hard. Dean knows they should make this somewhat quick so he wastes no time slipping onto Cas’ cock, taking him as far down his throat as he can. “Fuck,” Cas hisses, his fists clenching and unclenching. Dean slides his mouth slowly up and down Cas’ cock, just getting used to him, nothing too extraordinary. His hands stay on Cas’ hips as he watches Cas’ breathing pick up, his chest rising and falling a little more quickly. Dean takes a sort of satisfaction in that and pulls back so he has just the head of Cas’ cock in his mouth. He suckles fairly gently, letting his tongue flick over the crown, gaining a choked noise from Cas who’s obviously trying to keep as quiet as he can. Dean swirls his tongue around the head, dips it in the slit to taste the salty precome there. His hands slide upwards, up Cas’ shirt and over smooth, hot skin whilst he slowly slides his mouth lower and lower on Cas’ cock so that the head of it is bumping the back of his throat. “God, Dean,” Cas chokes out when Dean starts humming softly around his cock. The vibrations are enough to drive Cas crazy, to tease him, and soon enough Cas has one hand gripping Dean’s hair. Dean pulls off of Cas’ cock so he can kiss up and down the shaft, then lick slowly and deliberately at the underside. Cas’ hand clenches in Dean’s hair and Dean chalks it up as a point for him whilst he slowly brings his hands back towards himself, remembering that he’s not the only one looking for some sort of release. The angle is awkward, so Dean straightens up and pulls off of Cas’ cock once more so he can sit back and undo his own jeans, pulling out his cock that’s also fully hard at this point. His head falls back for a second as he simply gets into a rhythm, one that he knows and he likes from using it when he’s alone. Cas pokes his head up and watches Dean and his cock twitches in response, precome leaking out at the sight. “Christ,” he groans, probably a little too loudly but neither of them really care at this point. Dean’s head falls back so that he’s looking at Cas, grinning wildly. “Oh, you like watching?” Dean inquires, even though he already knows the answer. After being together for so long they’ve tried their fair share of things, and Dean knows that one of those things has been watching each other jack off. Cas had been particularly fond of that one. “Yeah,” Cas breathes back, his eyes dead set on the way Dean’s fist moves over his cock. “You want to do that? Watch me while I get you off with my hand? You can’t see me if I’m bent over you like this,” Dean reasons, and Cas bites his lip. Dean’s mouth is sinful, but then again, watching Dean get off is one of his favorite things. Cas finally sighs. “Just keep doing what you were doing before. We have time for other stuff later,” Cas says and Dean nods, shifting so that he’s a bit more crouched over Cas but still in a somewhat comfortable position. Dean immediately slips back onto Cas’ cock, first paying attention to the head, then sliding lower, letting his mouth bob up and down over Cas’ dick, the whole time his own fist working over himself. Dean is all for staring intently up at Cas, but he just has to close his eyes at one point, focusing on just the feelings, just the taste, the weight of Cas in his mouth. His own hand is sliding up and down over his cock, his thumb occasionally flicking over the tip, swiping over the beaded precome so he can slick it over the rest of his cock. His hips thrust ever so slightly into the touch, and though he’s focusing a fair amount on himself, he’s still focusing more on Cas. Giving Cas pleasure is one of the main things that gives him pleasure, so to feel Cas’ hand running appreciatively through his hair, to hear Cas’ quickened breath, it’s all enough to make his hand move faster over himself. Cas just watches Dean, the way his lips look around Cas’ cock. Dean always looks fucking perfect like that and that in itself just makes Cas hard. Cas wishes he could make more noise, wishes he could praise Dean and tell him how good he looks, but he knows they can’t be too loud. If they could, Cas would moan shamelessly though, and Dean probably would too for that matter. No matter if they can’t make any noise, it almost makes things hotter. That sort of forbidden element that has them sweating a little bit more, skin itching. Cas can feel heat pooling in his stomach already and so can Dean. There’s a sort of boneless tingling running through them both, and Cas knows it’s not gonna be much longer before he’s coming. It’s not like he comes right away whenever they do stuff like this, it’s just that right now, Dean’s mouth is fucking sin and Cas can hear him jerking off and it only makes things ten times hotter. It’s a little less than a minute later when Cas is squirming underneath Dean, his thighs nearly quivering. He can feel an overwhelming heat just ready to flood through him so he lets out a strangled, ‘Dean’ as if in some sort of warning before he’s coming with a stuttered, choked off groan, his hips bucking up into Dean’s mouth. Dean moans softly, relaxing his throat and swallowing it all, something he couldn’t do when they first started on the blowjob front but hey, he’s practiced enough by now. He’s still jacking himself off when he pulls off of Cas’ softening cock and immediately Cas straightens up. “Lie back,” Cas breathes out, scooting forwards. “What?” Dean questions because he’s so so close to coming and if he only had a little less than a minute. “Come in my mouth, you won’t get any come on the couch then,” Cas reasons, gently pushing Dean back, batting Dean’s hand away from his cock. Dean lets out a pathetic whimper at the loss of sensation but said loss of sensation is easily replaced by Cas’ mouth that’s hot and wet and has Dean letting out a choked off moan. “Oh, Jesus Christ,” Dean manages, his hand flying down to grasp harshly at Cas’ hair. Cas lets out a soft moan around Dean’s cock, his hand coming up to jack what can’t fit in his mouth. Cas looks up at Dean with wide blue eyes, almost willing him to come, and it’s less than a minute into it that Dean is actually coming, breathing out Cas’ name over and over whilst Cas swallows around him, licking his cock completely clean before pulling off. Dean just flops back on the couch, panting heavily as Cas tucks Dean back into his boxers and jeans, then does the same with himself. “God, I fucking love you,” Dean manages, groaning. Cas grins and drapes himself over Dean. “Feeling’s mutual,” Cas sighs, tilting Dean’s chin up so that they can share a languid kiss, one where their tongues meet and they can taste each other that way. Cas moans into it and Dean lets out a happy sigh before pulling away. “That was definitely one of my better Christmas presents,” Cas tells Dean, smirking. Dean smirks right back. “Well, there may be more on the way,” Dean says, waggling his eyebrows. Cas laughs a little and nuzzles into Dean. “Guess we didn’t need mistletoe this year,” Cas hums. Dean presses a kiss to the top of Cas’ head. “True, but it would’ve been nice. A little throwback to our earlier years,” Dean suggests. Cas smiles softly. “I don’t need a throwback just yet. I still have the image of you standing under that mistletoe looking absolutely adorable ingrained in my brain,” Cas tells Dean. “And I still have the memory of you kissing me all shyly underneath it,” Dean replies with a sigh. “Next year I’ll get the mistletoe,” Cas says, sounding intent. Dean grins. “I’ll hold you to that.” End Notes So, tell me what you guys thought!! It didn't feel like one of my stronger fics but I mean, it had Christmas cheer so give me something for that. Feedback, comments, kudos, all of that helps me out so so much!! Thank you guys so much for reading, I hope that all of you are doing well and enjoying the season!!! <3 Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!