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True to your word, and much to Eren’s displeasure, you had remembered your shared kiss the next morning. He had grumbled about it before going unusually quiet for the rest of the day, which bothered you. All day, you tried to grab his attention, but he wasn’t giving in.
It wasn’t until late afternoon when he got a call from Erwin that things took a turn. You were getting yourself ready to go to town with Eren and Gretchen, who was part of the kitchen staff, to pick up some things for your father and brother’s “welcome home” dinner. They were expected home either tomorrow evening or the morning after, and you were getting antsy to see them and make sure they were both safe. You hadn’t received any calls or texts yet, but that was par for the course, especially if they were busy and on edge.
Gretchen was chatting with you idly while you finished doing your hair in your bathroom. You briefly watched Eren back out of your room to take the call, barely catching his greeting to Erwin, before turning your attention back to Gretchen while she talked about her cousin, Sasha, and her crush on Niccolo, one of your family’s chefs.
“I think she’s growing on him,” Gretchen revealed with a sly smile. “He used to be so annoyed by Sasha, but now he’s cooking new things for her to try and claiming he’s ‘branching out’ or whatever. It’s cute. I hope they go out.”
You liked hanging out with Gretchen like this. Usually, if there was anyone else around, she would be stiff as a board and annoyingly professional with you. She used to keep up the persona with Eren at first, but it faded away after she realized he would always be hovering and she wouldn’t get in trouble with him for not being exceptionally cordial with you like her job description told her to be.
You’d met Sasha a few times for holiday events held at your estate, as she and Gretchen were quite close, and you liked her. She was a handful and a foodie to the next level, and she was loving and treated you like her best friend the moment you met her. You could see her and Niccolo together; they could balance each other out. He could be a stick in the mud sometimes.
Before you could really give an ample response, Eren burst back into your room, startling you.
“Eren?” you questioned, whirling around to face him. You wanted to berate him for being so aggressive with your door and for startling you and Gretchen, but when you saw the look on his face, you went silent.
Immediately, your father and brother came to mind. All the blood drained from your face as the worst case scenarios played through your head, until you felt your knees start to shake.
“What happened?” Gretchen asked.
Eren’s eyes flickered to yours for a moment, his jaw set hard, and then he sighed deeply before pinching the bridge of his nose and answering, eyes downcast to the floor.
“We can’t go out today. Erwin’s ordering a lockdown on the entire estate.”
“Why?” you breathed out, heart pounding. “Is my father okay? Is Georgie okay?”
“They’re okay,” Eren confirmed, and relief flooded over you. But he continued, unfortunately, and your relief was long lost as he spoke again. “Erwin confirmed there’s a mole here, in the house. He doesn’t know who it is, but he’s organizing a virtual meeting with the team that’s still here.”
“Wouldn’t that freak the mole out? Or freak the rest of the team out? Nobody’s going to be able to trust each other and if the mole gets wind of the meeting, they might do something stupid,” Gretchen pointed out.
“I trust Erwin and I’m sure he has something up his sleeve with this meeting,” Eren grunted out, eyes shining with loyalty.
He turned back to you then, a frown set in place, and then his gaze turned accusatory.
“You stay in this house until Erwin says it’s okay,” he said, with a tone of finality that made you instantly annoyed. Trust Eren to make sure you felt anything other than the fear you were supposed to be feeling right now.
“That’s not fair! We need to go out and buy some stuff for the welcoming dinner!” you protested.
Eren was having none of it.
“They won’t be coming back in a couple of days like they planned. Erwin said it isn’t safe, and that they were getting a lead out where they are anyway, so they would’ve postponed coming back anyway, mole or no mole,” he said.
You deflated a little and looked at Gretchen, who merely gave you an apologetic gaze.
“I’ll go let the rest of the staff know about the dinner,” she whispered before hurrying out of your room, leaving you and Eren alone together. The soft click of your door closing after her was the only sound.
“No sneaking out,” Eren warned you. “This is serious. I want to get rid of this fucking mole as soon as possible. I can’t be chasing after you.”
“Wouldn’t it be safer to get me out of the house, like Georgie and Father?” you argued. And you knew you were making a good point, because it made Eren pause.
“That would only raise suspicion,” he reasoned. “If I yanked you out of the house and found you a safe house or something, that would only cause problems. Stay in this room while I go make sure Gretchen isn’t telling the staff anything else other than that the dinner will be postponed and that your family won’t be coming back just yet. And then I’ll be in that meeting. Call me if there’s an emergency.”
You watched Eren leave your room without a second glance back at you, and you huffed to yourself for a moment before giving up and slumping onto your bed, tears prickling at your eyes.
Why was everything getting so complicated? You’d never felt so isolated in your life. Now, on top of all the death around you, and your father and brother probably getting into a very dangerous situation, you were being locked away in your home and getting your freedoms stripped from you one day at a time. Eren wasn’t even letting you go get any goddamn groceries. How ridiculous.
You turned on your TV and curled up onto your bed, hugging a pillow to you as you tried to disconnect from the world for a while. Some sitcom reruns played across the screen and you tried your best to concentrate on them, but your mind kept whirling around everything that was happening. Now that you’d had time to process it all, fear was starting to set in.
Who could the mole be? How long have they been around? How unsuspecting had you been all this time?
How much danger were you in, right at this very moment?
The thought had a shiver creeping down your spine. You sat up in bed and looked around suspiciously; had someone planted anything in your room?
The next hour or so was dedicated to practically turning your room upside down looking for anything out of the ordinary. There didn’t seem to be any hidden cameras, or any devices that could be used for spying.
You felt satisfied in your investigation, albeit a little tired, but right on time, you were called by Gunther to come down for dinner.
You were surprised to see how empty the house was. The staff sauntered around you occasionally, getting to their next tasks, but you hardly see anyone from your security detail in sight.
They must be at the meeting now, you thought. Eren’s face flickered through your mind then, and you worried about him briefly.
But you thought about him a lot more as you sat down for dinner. He wasn’t there with you, which was rare, and you sat and ate alone as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone to keep your thoughts occupied.
It was so strange to not have Eren there, picking at his own food and making little quips at you. It was strange that your father and brother weren’t there, talking amongst themselves. It was so strange to live a life that was so lonely, and to not feel like yourself.
“Are you not hungry, miss?” Gunther asked you.
He was always such a sweet man on your staff, and you looked up at him with a small smile that you knew didn’t reach your eyes.
“Just a little preoccupied is all,” you answered him. “I think I want to eat in my room, if that’s okay.”
“I’ll have someone bring up a tray to you right away,” he told you with a nod, and you thanked him before getting up and rushing back to your room.
You couldn’t handle how suffocating it was to be all alone like that.
***
The rest of your evening was quite uneventful.
Truth be told, you were expecting for Eren to announce himself, but you never heard from him. No texts or calls, or knocks on your door (other than from a member of the kitchen staff to deliver your dinner, and that had been embarrassing to have to hurry over to your door and be visibly disappointed like that).
Now, you were back in bed, tossing and turning, and thinking of him. You wanted to be included in what was happening, but you had never felt more left out. Just because you were a woman, suddenly it meant that this was a game only men could play? That was just stupid.
You’d always been bitter about this family business. You hated how it was so male-dominated. You hated that your brother, Georgie, had immediately been favored and groomed to take over. There was no place for you here. At most, you could be expected to marry someone who would help out with the business, but all that was truly waiting for you was exclusion and a lack of interest for anything you decided to do with your life.
With a frustrated grunt, you kicked the covers off of you and stalked off to your bathroom, squinting your eyes when you turned on the lights and they were too bright and harsh for eyes that had adjusted to the night. You yanked off your pajamas and pulled your hair back to take a quick shower without wetting your hair. It was something just to pass the time, honestly, but you then hopped out and wrapped a fluffy towel around yourself when you realized the warm water wasn’t going to solve all your problems.
You looked through your closet for some new pajamas, maybe something more comfortable than the last set, as if that was the cause of your insomnia. But your eyes flickered down to the corner, where Eren’s sweater lay. The sweater he had let you borrow last night so you wouldn’t be cold.
You dropped your towel and bent to pick it up, his scent immediately detectable. As you pulled it on, his scent engulfed you, and it felt like he was right there if you just closed your eyes. Despite being discarded on the floor of your closet, you could have sworn it was warm. Maybe you were imagining it, but you didn’t care.
After grabbing some new panties, you headed back to bed, falling onto it and gazing up at your ceiling for a moment.
You were about to move to slip your panties on but you stopped yourself.
Maybe you just needed to let off a little steam.
You kept the panties off to the side as you got yourself comfortable in the middle of your bed. Part of you felt it was dirty to be wearing Eren’s sweater for what you were about to do, but the other part of you told you to keep it on, that it would help.
You closed your eyes and hummed happily when his face appeared behind your eyelids. There he was, mischievous green eyes taunting you, a little smirk adorning the soft mouth you’d kissed just last night.
You let your imagination run wild with that image of him in your mind.
Instead of your hand creeping down between your legs, it was Eren’s. You could imagine how warm his large hands must have been. You whimpered as your fingers danced across your lower stomach, teasing you the way you were sure Eren would tease you, your other hand sneaking under his sweater to move up to one of your breasts.
As your fingertips skimmed over a nipple, your other hand ventured lower, a small whimper leaving you as you brushed over your clit.
You rolled your clit between two fingers, shivering in delight as the sensation traveled up your body, making your nipples perk up. You felt your body grow a little more heated, you could feel the slick between your fingers, and you used it as lubrication on your clit.
Still, in your mind, it was all Eren. He was the one pinching your nipples, he was the one gathering slick in his fingers to swipe it along your sensitive clit, all while his mouth set a course to devour your entire body.
Breathing heavily, you swallowed back a moan to keep quiet. All of your focus was on how your - Eren’s - fingers were slowly trailing down to your hole, ready to slip inside.
It was no surprise, then, that you didn’t notice when your bedroom door quietly opened.
You only stopped, seconds away from pushing two fingers into yourself, when you heard a sharp intake of breath.
Your eyes shot open and you snatched your hand away from between your legs, only to catch none other than the man of the hour, Eren Kruger, standing at your doorway with a stunned expression on his face.
“O-Oh my god,” you stuttered out, all the blood rushing to your face in embarrassment. “Eren, I didn’t hear you. What are you even doing?!”
“I…I sometimes come to check on you at night,” he blurted out, then he winced, as if he wasn’t supposed to say that, and quickly tried to change the subject. “And I just got out of that meeting, and…”
He trailed off after that, not knowing how to continue, and you also didn’t know how to fill the silence between you. Embarrassment burned through you at first, until you realized that Eren hadn’t moved an inch. He was firmly rooted in place. When his eyes flickered down to take a look between your legs, you noticed. He wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was. And when he saw that he had been caught, his cheeks and the tips of his ears reddened.
He opened his mouth, no doubt about to excuse himself, but a sudden burst of courage overcame you and you spoke first.
“Come in and lock the door.”
Eren swallowed thickly at your words, and this time he shamelessly let his eyes sweep over you, taking in how wet you were, and he was clearly trying to compose himself.
“I already told you…we can’t do anything.” He tried to sound firm with you, but all you noted was the tremble in his voice, and the fact that he was staring at you like he wanted to devour you.
“Then just watch.”
You whispered the words so quietly that they barely floated to him. The sting of rejection was pushing away your courage, and you were so sure that Eren was about to break your heart, make you cry, feel more humiliated than you’ve ever felt…
Until he did as you’d requested a minute ago. He stepped inside and you heard your lock click into place. It shot a jolt of adrenaline through you and you inhaled sharply in delight, eyes bright as they honed in on Eren’s form.
He was slowly making his way to your bed, eyes drinking in the sight of you, until he seemed to register something in his mind and he stopped moving.
“Is that my sweater?” he asked.
You could only nod, bunching up the fabric in one fist, as if worried he’d take it away. Eren groaned quietly, eyes darkening as they met yours, and he detoured briefly to grab your desk chair. You watched, confused, until he positioned the chair at the end of your bed, taking a seat.
“What are you doing?” you asked him, closing your legs as you sat up.
“You told me to watch, so I’m watching,” he answered coolly.
“Get on the bed-” you started to plead, but you squealed in shock when Eren grabbed your calves and yanked you towards him, so that your legs were dangling off the bed by the knees.
He spread your legs wide, eyes hungry and completely on you. He took in the sight of your exposed pussy, then his gaze met yours, and you let out a shaky breath at the emotion behind his eyes. He took his hands off your legs and settled back into your chair, eyes flitting back down between your legs.
“Were you picturing me before I came in?” he asked you, his voice hoarse. As much as he was desperately trying to keep his cool, you could see his resolve cracking.
“I was,” you responded easily, no longer feeling that embarrassed. You felt exposed, but wonderfully exposed. The look of want on Eren’s face made you relax and settle back into your bed. You propped yourself up on your elbows so you could still see Eren as your hands started roaming your body.
This time, your hand shoved up Eren’s sweater to expose your breasts, and Eren sucked in a breath, locking eyes with you again so he could murmur a quick, “Keep my sweater on.”
You obliged, hiking it up above your breasts, and your hand made its way back down to your slick cunt. It was crazy how wet Eren had made you by his presence alone. It had been a shock, and this whole situation was so surreal that you wondered if it was really happening.
“What did you picture me doing?” Eren whispered.
“I’ll show you,” you whispered back.
Your fingertips found your clit with ease once again and you let out a breathy moan as you rubbed tantalizing circles on it, wanting more than anything for Eren to just give in and take over.
As you touched yourself, your eyes, half-lidded and clouded with lust, watched Eren carefully, examining his reaction to everything you did.
He’d interrupted you just as things were about to get interesting, and you could feel yourself clenching around nothing, eager to have something, anything, inside of you.
Slowly, your fingers dipped lower and your breathing became heavier, and your jaw dropped as you finally pushed your middle and forefinger inside.
Eren hardly even seemed to blink as he watched you curl your fingers inside of yourself, your quiet little moans pulling him in. He didn’t seem to realize he was palming himself through his jeans until you pointed it out in a way that definitely made his head spin.
“Can I watch, too?” you pleaded.
Eren nearly growled at that. His jaw clenched as you watched him mull over his options.
Eventually, you got to hum in delight as he stood just enough to yank his pants and briefs around his knees, giving you a perfect view of his erection, straining beautifully against his taut stomach.
He was so hard that it looked painful, and your mouth watered at all the things you wanted to do to him, and what you wanted him to do to you.
“I want it, Eren,” you rushed out, the statement coming out as more of a whine.
But Eren shook his head, seemingly unable to speak another word, and your eyes zeroed in on his hand grabbing hold of the base of his cock, giving a few lighthearted strokes before beginning a slow and steady pace.
The Eren that you were used to, the cocky, obnoxious guard dog that you sometimes couldn’t stand, had vanished before your eyes. In his place was this new Eren that had you gushing around your fingers, impossibly turned on at the sight of his flushed features, his half-lidded eyes that wouldn’t leave your body, one that looked so desirable that you wanted to cry about not having him inside of you.
The sight of him getting off to you spurred you on. You pumped your fingers a little faster than before, the palm of your hand grazing against your clit, while Eren seemed to try and match your pace.
“Have you ever thought about me while touching yourself?”
You couldn’t help but ask. You were getting so close to your high, each pump of your fingers making you lose yourself more and more. You needed to hear him say it; you knew it would only make your orgasm that much better, to know he’d thought about you before.
“Fuck…of course I have, sunshine,” he grunted out, his hand squeezing his cock as he jerked himself off. “Surprised you haven’t heard me.”
That got your attention. The thought hadn’t crossed your mind until just then, but knowing he was being so shameless about it drove you crazy.
You whimpered a little as the heel of your hand worked at your clit, and you added a third finger on impulse, wanting to feel the stretch to try and get close to the feeling of what Eren’s cock could feel like. You knew it couldn’t be anything close, but the thought alone made you start to tremble.
“Eren,” you whined, and repeated his name like a mantra when you saw how much it affected him.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped out, and you bit your lip as you watched his dick twitch in his hands, the urge to come with him suddenly the only thing on your mind.
“Wanna feel you come on me,” you whimpered, feeling your cheeks flame when his eyes snapped up to yours.
He seemed a little conflicted, but his resolve was breaking with each pump of his hand. After a moment, you preened as he whispered, “Where do you want me?”
“Want you to come all over my pussy.” It was almost like you were begging at this point, and you were never one to beg. But seeing the way it made Eren react was well worth it.
His pupils were blown as the words hit him and he moaned low under his breath, which nearly made you come right then and there, but suddenly Eren was yanking your fingers out of your hole, and in turn yanking you from your orgasm, and all you could do was whine about it and squirm until you finally caught onto what was happening.
Eren hovered over you possessively as he gave himself a few more rough strokes, and you watched his orgasm take over as he groaned out your name, spilling his cum all over your cunt, just like you wanted. You felt it cover you in hot spurts and it sent electric jolts all throughout your body, but all you wanted to do was come with him.
You tried to pull your hand from his grip, but it was like iron, and he didn’t even give you the time to complain about it before he freed his cock from his grasp and made you watch in disbelief as that same hand moved to your cunt that was coated with his cum, his fingers pressing into your slick folds as he smeared it properly, all over you.
He paid special attention to your clit, smearing it with his cum as lube, like you’d done to yourself earlier, but the effects this time were heaven. Seeing him do that to you, marking his territory like that, was what sent you over the edge. You arched your back and cried out Eren’s name as the most powerful orgasm of your life ripped through you, waves of pleasure buzzing through your entire body.
Your legs quivered as they hooked themselves around his hips, keeping him loomed over you like that as he helped you through your high with gentle caresses between your legs, until finally, you collapsed onto your bed, legs once again dangling off the edge.
“Holy fuck,” you gasped, still trembling from your orgasm. You opened your eyes when you felt Eren fall onto your bed next to you, also breathing heavily as he tried to compose himself.
“Don’t move. Let me clean you up,” he said after a few silent moments.
You smiled shyly as he tugged his briefs back on, kicking off his pants as he walked to your bathroom. You heard the sink turn on and off, and then Eren was back with a wet towel, cleaning you up gently. You let him, the afterglow of what you’d just done making you feel warm and happy.
It was only when Eren grabbed his pants from the floor and turned to your bedroom door that you realized he didn’t plan on staying with you.
You sat up, ignoring the head rush it gave you, and pouted a little as you called for his attention.
“Eren, don’t go.”
He stopped walking towards the door, but his back was still turned to you. Then, he sighed and his shoulders slumped, slowly turning back to face you.
“Please stay. At least until I’m asleep,” you whispered.
Eren mulled it over in his mind and you waited with baited breath, exhaling it all in relief when he eventually walked back to your bed.
He pulled back the covers for you and let you get comfy first, eventually crawling in to lay down next to you. A happy little noise escaped you when Eren even went so far as to pull you into his chest, and you turned to face him so you could curl into him, listening to his steady heartbeat as you buried your face into his chest.
“Thank you,” you murmured, a content and sleepy little smile on your face.
“You just always get what you want, don’t you?”
Though you couldn’t see his face, you could hear the teasing tone in his voice.
“I’ve been told I’m a bit of a spoiled brat,” you joked, and your heart nearly skipped a beat when Eren chuckled in response, his laughter rumbling a bit in his chest.
But your yawn gave you away, and Eren hushed you, planting a small kiss on the top of your head.
“Go to sleep,” he urged, voice as quiet as yours, and for once, you were inclined to listen to him.
You were lulled to sleep by the sound of Eren’s heartbeat and the warmth of his hands keeping you close to him.