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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Mike_Zacharias/Erwin_Smith/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Eren_Yeager, Mike_Zacharias, Erwin_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Double_Penetration, Bodily_Fluids, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Eren_being_a_greedy
      little_shit, pwp_smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-01 Words: 2095
****** Curiosity Killed The Cat But Satisfaction Brought It Back ******
by chibi_onna
Summary
     Eren is curious like a cat. He’s as greedy as a cat. And he likes
     milk. Lots of it.
Notes
     Disclaimer: SnK belongs to Isayama-sensei.
     Mike-Eren-Erwin sandwich PWP smut with double penetration and lots of
     bodily fluids. WHO WANTS TO GO TO HELL WITH THE DISGUSTING PIECE OF
     SHIT THAT IS ME??!!
     Feel free to leave a comment behind or talk to me on tumblr: I'm
     mybangsareblonde.
See the end of the work for more notes
It was pretty much a given that nothing escapes Mike Zacharius with such a
legendary sense of smell at his disposal. Eren really should have known better
than to let his curiosity get the better of him upon hearing an unusual sound
from an obscure room deep into the heart of the headquarters as he passed by.
He should’ve gone straight ahead without stopping, without noticing that the
door was slightly ajar. He shouldn’t have stayed and watched as the usually
calm, composed, and in-control commander was reduced to a moaning wet mess in
the arms of the Scouting Legion’s Second Strongest as the latter pumped Erwin’s
erection while fucking him in reckless abandon… Right there, in his direct line
of sight. He shouldn’t have stared, transfixed at the picture that made him
unusually hot, shouldn’t have opened his fly to ease the building pressure
within. He shouldn’t have thrust into his own hand in time with the pair’s
movements, shouldn’t have thrust back onto his fingers in his ass, shouldn’t
have indulged in the pleasure, shouldn’t have cum. He was quiet as a ghost’s
whisper; but it didn’t matter. Nothing escapes Mike Zacharius’ nose. Not when
Eren’s scent was as potent as it was—not that he even knew that. He should have
just up and left hurriedly, not sparing a backward glance. But then it wasn’t
like he could do that with his legs feeling like they were made of jelly
anyway.
 
He didn’t notice the door fully opening, his mind still blissfully blank as he
had yet to come down from his unexpected high. His eyes were closed, and he was
desperately trying to even out his breathing. Only the sudden action of Mike
gathering his lethargic body in his arms so effortlessly managed to shake him
out of his stupor, shock and mortification abundant in the plethora of emotions
flooding his face.
 
Eren’s eyes were wide with fright as Mike carried him inside bridal-style,
closing the door with his foot as he passed it. The room held nothing but a
couple of chairs, a small table to the side, and of course the huge bed that
the Commander—the very naked Commander—was sitting on, amusement dancing in his
sapphire eyes.
 
"Nice of you to join us, Eren," he smiled. "Would you like to sit here?" he
patted the spot on the bed beside him. "Or perhaps here?" he placed his hands
on his lap.
 
"D-d-danchou!!" Eren’s face was beet red.
 
Erwin laughed. “Okay, I’ll stop teasing.” Mike put Eren down, but did not
relinquish his hold: the boy could hardly support himself, both petrified and
weak-kneed as he was from everything that had transpired thus far.
 
The Adonis of a man stood and approached the pair. He raised a hand to stroke
at Eren’s hair in an attempt to soothe him.
 
"It’s okay, Eren," he cooed, "We’re not angry, are we, Mike?"
 
He glanced at the other man. Mike grunted his assent.
 
Seeing the tension slowly easing off the young one’s shoulders, he spoke again.
 
"In fact, I’ve been planning on asking you to join us, so you being here now
actually saved us some time…" His intense gaze held Eren’s, smouldering and
seductive.
 
Heat surged through Eren’s nerves.  He gulped audibly. His mouth had gone dry.
 
Sensing the change in the atmosphere, Mike slid his nose across Eren’s nape and
took a nice good whiff, as if doing so could let him know of the young one’s
desire. Eren shuddered. He didn’t know if it was because he was a titan
shifter, but that area had always been extremely sensitive.
 
“Hmmmh p-please…" he whimpered, the sound shooting straight down his superiors’
groins.
 
Taking this as confirmation of his consent, the blond men lost no time in
divesting him of his clothes, somehow moving onto the bed as they did so.
Rough, calloused hands roamed freely on the supple flesh, eliciting sounds Eren
never even knew he was capable of producing. It only served to spur the bigger
men on, Mike trailing his large hands up and down Eren’s sides while Erwin
placed open-mouthed kisses all over the boy’s firm chest en route to a pert
nipple. He licked and sucked at the nub for a while before deciding to lavish
its twin with the same attention. Eren threw his head back, resting it on
Mike’s shoulder, one of his hands holding on to the back of the Commander’s
head while the other reached up to bury itself in the Squad Leader’s hair as
the latter bit and sucked and sniffed at his neck. The Commander’s hands
eventually got tired of being idle and grasped Eren’s hardening member just as
Mike probed the boy’s entrance with oil-slicked fingers.
 
“Aaaahhhhnnnn,” Eren moaned, his body drowning in all these crazy sensations
that he could do nothing but tremble and gasp as they overwhelmed him.
 
Erwin sat back to see his handy work but never missed a beat as his fist pumped
Eren’s length in slow, rhythmic strokes. The boy was flushed and panting,
whimpering both at the loss of the delicious suction on his chest and the gain
of three thick fingers going in and out of him. Eren opened his eyes, his
pupils blown with desire, and Erwin thought that he had never seen anything so
captivating.
 
He leaned forward to engage Eren in a kiss, his tongue mapping out the cadet’s
mouth from the inside. He left no nook or cranny unexplored before coaxing
Eren’s tongue into his own mouth, sucking on it harshly but let go when the boy
shuddered and  gasped—Mike must’ve found it.
 
“Nnn-need youuuuuu" Eren whined, a line of saliva dripping down his chin.
 
"Hmmm?" Erwin heard it the first time but couldn’t stop himself from teasing
the poor boy.
 
“I-inside! Hhhhaaaaaahhhhhh aaahhhnnn!!!”
 
Erwin decided right then and there that such sounds should never grace anybody
else’s ears.
 
Mike withdrew his fingers as Erwin oiled himself up, and Eren whimpered at the
sudden emptiness. Protests bubbled up his throat but died before they even
reached the surface as Erwin’s engorged dick pushed into him, the slight burn
doing nothing else but arouse him even more. When Erwin was buried to the hilt,
he fought the urge to move to let Eren adjust to his size.
 
Still supporting Eren from behind, Mike watched the goings-on, lazily pumping
himself with his free hand as he reveled in the smell—oh that divine odour he
couldn’t quite get enough of. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, filling
his lungs with the scent that made him hunger for more. He would have already
cum from it alone if he was a lesser man. Good thing he wasn’t. The night was
young.
 
It was still a tight fit, even if Eren had been thoroughly prepared, but he
welcomed the burn as he slightly gyrated his hips to let the Commander know he
was ready. He wrapped his legs securely around Erwin’s waist and locked his
ankles at the small of the man’s back.
 
Erwin finally moved, his strokes forceful yet controlled. Eren’s insides slid
around him like the richest velvet fit only for kings; and he felt like one as
he looked down upon the expanse of skin he had conquered, a conquest won to be
enjoyed to the fullest. His gaze locked on to where he and Eren were joined,
oddly fascinated to see himself disappearing into the boy time and again.
 
The Commander was huge, but somehow Eren felt there was something missing. He
thought himself crazy for even thinking it, but… Eren turned his head to lick
at Mike’s neck and was rewarded by a rumbling moan from the chest pressed
against his back, the vibrations making his skin tingle.
 
"M-mike-san… I want you t-too," he gasped as Erwin brushed against his
prostate, "now.”
 
Erwin’s smooth movements went out of phase for a moment.
 
Mike’s low voice held a touch of alarm. “Eren, you-“
 
"Please, I… I need you both inside…"
 
They couldn’t deny him anything. Just a glimpse of that look from those verdant
half-lidded eyes would be enough for any man to offer even the moon at his
feet, and Erwin realized exactly how smitten he had become and it was a
revelation that surprisingly did not shock him as much as it should have. His
movements came to a complete stop to allow Mike time to lubricate himself as
Erwin used his fingers to stretch Eren further… Mike was bigger than him, after
all.
 
To Eren it felt like an eternity before Mike finally shifted to position
himself properly, but the wait was worth it for the sensation of being full and
complete despite being literally ripped apart at the seams. He almost forgot to
breathe and had to will himself to relax, not even realizing that tears had
spilled from his eyes until Erwin kissed them all away.
 
"Is it too much?" Erwin asked, a tinge of worry on his handsome features. He
stroked Eren’s face and pecked his lips affectionately.
 
Eren shook his head but took some time to adjust. Pain was no stranger to him;
still, it was his first time being penetrated in such a manner, not to mention
the mere sight of their individual sizes would be enough to make anybody else
run away at the thought of taking both at the same time. His cock slightly
softened at the pain, but Erwin went to the rescue with his hands wandering to
every erogenous zone he’d discovered earlier. Mike, on the other hand, focused
on keeping still with every ounce of concentration, difficult as it was with
Eren’s velvet heat and Erwin’s silky hardness surrounding him while he
supported most of Eren’s weight. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.
 
After what seemed like forever, Eren was finally itching for movement,
clenching and unclenching his asshole with anticipation. Erwin and Mike groaned
at the action, feeling the throb of each other’s hardness as well as Eren’s
pulse from the inside. They quickly established a rhythm, pistoning in and out
of the boy one after another, while Mike made sure Eren’s weight was supported
and Erwin took care of the boy’s semi-neglected cock. Their pace slowly
increased until Eren could only say ah-ah-ah in staccato beats because they
relentlessly hit and brushed against his prostate without fail, not minding the
saliva running down his chin and neck as his eyes rolled at the back of his
head from so much pleasure. Somehow it still wasn’t enough for Eren’s greed so
his left hand moved to pinch his own nipple and his right clasped against
Erwin’s to cage his own erection.
 
Erwin’s eyes were watchful the whole time, drinking in the sight of the wanton
boy shaking and writhing beneath him, savouring the visual treat as much as he
could. The sounds coming from that beautiful column of a throat were impossibly
arousing that he couldn’t help but lean over and feast on the skin there.
 
Mike was going crazy with the smell, he had to have it all, so he buried his
nose on Eren’s nape, his breath hot against the sensitive skin, making the teen
arch his back and shudder violently as he came, the long keening whine a
trigger to Mike’s own orgasm, shooting his load deep within Eren. Erwin was not
far behind and came in hot wet spurts inside, still shallowly thrusting until
all his energy was spent, his mouth meeting Eren’s in a lazy kiss. Eren turned
his head to receive the same treatment from Mike and sighed as the bigger man
positioned them all more comfortably on the bed.
 
Eren gasped as they pulled out of him with a lewd wet squelch and some of the
mixed cum escaped his overstretched hole. Tiredly and almost lazily, Eren
reached down to swipe at the mess with his fingers, bringing them near his
mouth as his tongue reached out to meet them. He closed his eyes.
 
“Mmmmmmmm…”
 
He opened his eyes again and looked at his lovers.
 
“You fed me so much,” he purred as he pressed down on his abdominal area to
make more of the liquid escape, “It’s so delicious, feed me more next time?” he
asked coyly, only half-aware of his words and actions.
 
Erwin and Mike stared, transfixed at the erotic display. After a while, their
eyes met.
 
We’ve awakened a monster.
 
But it was okay because he was their monster, and they wouldn’t have him any
other way.
 
~*~
owari
~*~
End Notes
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