The exchange between Armin and Jean is painstakingly awkward, as Armin holds out his palm eagerly, while Jean is hesitant to grasp it; as if it was a dangerous thing, poisonous, even. Though, little did either of you know just how venomous this snake truly was.

After a moment longer of hesitation, Jean finally grabs onto Armin's hand— his bone crushing grip makes the blonde wince in discomfort as he pulls away, flexing his hand a few times to bring the blood flow back into his fingertips. Jean was less than amused with how friendly Armin seemed to be with you; his curiosity definitely piqued. He wasn't aware you had any other friends. Why would you keep this from him?

"Before I leave you, I wanted to invite you to a party I'm having at my place, y/n." Armin says, putting in a friendly smile while his tone hints at an ulterior motive. "Both of you, of course."

You'd probably punch Armin right now if you could. You didn't know what he was planning, but you weren't sure that you liked it.

"Maybe." You smile, before swiftly leading him to the register to ring up his text book. "Just a second Jean, I have to check him out— I mean, you know, the book! He has to pay for the book."

You were acting a flustered mess, stumbling over your words and saying all the wrong things— surely you were causing some sort of suspicion. Though he simply nodded, taking a glance at his watch and realizing that his break had ended ten minutes ago.

"Shit." He curses, brown eyes pleading with yours to at least give him a hug goodbye while he reaches a long arm out in your direction.

You hesitate, but ultimately you oblige, your body instinctively melts into his as the familiar scent of his favorite cologne envelopes your senses. He smells like home; it makes you miss your place in his arms for a brief moment while he squeezes you a little tighter— muscles flexing against your body held firmly in his embrace.

It when he pulls back, that you notice the look in his eyes. It's the same look you always fall for every time after the two of you have a nasty fight— it's vulnerable and despondent, yet so painfully alluring. It's almost hypnotizing with how you pout your lips out as his face draws near, pressing them softly against his.

"Call me later, please." He says, breathless after finally getting to kiss those lips he's been longing so desperately for. You don't have time to respond before he's jogging out the door back to his car, leaving you standing aimlessly in the middle of the store and left to simmer in a state of confusion.

"Ahem."

Armin chokes out for attention while he stands at the register, pointer and middle finger tapping the book that rests at the counter— his way of reminding you that you still had a customer waiting. You shake away the churning feeling in your stomach from what just happened with Jean, and take your place behind the desk.

"He doesn't seem so bad." Armin's taunts, pulling his wallet out from his pocket before handing you a shiny platinum credit card.

"Why would you do that?" You ask, having no desire to play into his hand like the fool that he most likely thinks you are.

"Do what?"

He asks quizzically, big blue eyes pulling you in, magnetizing as the ocean's tide. His bottom lip juts out ever so slightly into a subtle pout of puffy pink as he feigns innocence.

"I just wanted to invited you to a party at my place. It would've been rude not to extend the invite to your boyfriend."

"He's not— we're on a break."

You defend, placing his books into a bag along with he receipt and handing it over to him.

"Oh? Didn't seem that way."

His smirk is evident as he waits for your rebuttal, gaze almost jeering as he realizes you don't have one.

Would he tell Eren what he saw? Would it even matter? It's not like you two were in a relationship, he was just...

What exactly is Eren, to you?

"Anyways, I hope to see you can make it tonight. I understand if you can't; short notice and all," he shrugs,"but I know Eren would love to see you there."

That line was delivered almost bitterly the way it rolled off his venomous tongue in such a dour way. You payed no mind to it, simply smiling as you nodded languidly.

"I'll try my best."

After your shift had ended and you were done getting and earful of Mr. Ackerman's endless lectures, all about the importance of making it to work in time and how it's inappropriate to partake in personal socialization while in the clock— you finally ended up back at Sasha and Connie's place.

Neither of them were home at the moment; Sasha was having diner with her parents and Connie would be home from work any moment now. All of the stress that you were dealing with was starting to take a toll on your tense muscles. A relaxing soak in a hot bath was definitely calling your name.

Closing the door behind you, you began to peel off your clothes and run the tub, the steam dampening your skin that was still evident of the time you spent with Eren. The marks had barely faded, luckily they were able to be hidden underneath the collar your shirt— you'd just have to be extra careful around your friends, and especially Jean, to not expose too much skin.

Sinking into the bath was almost euphoric, the sultry heat from the water pooling around your skin immediately healing your sore muscles as you began to knead the flesh of your thighs that still burned from the early morning's activity. After you settled in, you grabbed your phone and checked your messages.

It was no surprise that Jean had texted you three more times since he left you this afternoon, all of them being pleas for you to just come back home so that the two of you could have a proper talk. In all fairness, he was right. The two of you did need to discuss the future of your relationship going forward, but honestly, you weren't ready.

Mostly, you were afraid that you would give in, and for once... you weren't so sure you wanted to do that.

You then checked Eren's message, who still hadn't texted you back from earlier. Your face contorted into a subtle frown, feeling a bit indifferent towards the fact that you haven't heard from him all day. Did you do something wrong? Was he done with you already?

You certainly weren't going to text him again, so you set the phone back down and sunk further into the bath, allowing the warmth of the water to submerge the rest of your body. As soon as you did, you heard the phone vibrate against the porcelain lip of the tub.

Peeking over at the screen, you see it light up with a notification, indicating that you had received a text from Eren. Admittedly, you were a little too eager to check it, water sloshing all around as you quickly sat up to grab hold of your phone.

hey pretty

hey, hru?

just missing you

wyd?

just got home from work,

taking a bath now. what about you?

oh fr?

let me see

You hesitated a moment, contemplating on whether or not you should send him something. It could just be harmless fun, but at the same time, sending someone a nude could be dangerously incriminating. You've shared your body with Eren before in person, almost too quickly, but could you really trust him?

Eren had a way of tearing down your walls (in more ways than one), all inhibitions tended to fly out the window whenever he was involved. He truly was like a drug to you; he always left you wanting more after the very last taste.

You held out your phone, camera displaying the top half of your soaked body, plump soapy tits held loosely by the palm of your hand for minimal coverage— just enough to leave a bit to imagination. Snapping the pic, your heart beats wildly in your chest as the anxiety of what you're about to do sets in. You hit send, to which the screen displays 'Read' almost instantly.

He doesn't respond for a good moment, you start to wonder if maybe he didn't like the picture you sent. Did you just embarrass yourself? Your stomach twisted and turned each agonizing second that passed.

(cw: brief description of masturbation, edging)

You click on the video, immediately Eren's cock appears on screen— long, thick and painfully hard as his fist clenches tightly around it. He pumps his hand up and down it's length slowly, running his thumb over the tip as he smears a bead of precum that's escaped from his slit.

"See what you do to me?" He moans out breathily as his pace increases. "So perfect— got me so fuckin' hard."

He pants as he brings himself closer to the edge, whines and whimpers escape his lips until he stops stroking— his cock twitches with anticipation, but he doesn't cum as he continues to edge himself, teasing the head of his dick with the tips of his fingers.

"Don't worry pretty, I'm saving it for you."

You can't see his face, but you can tell by the desperation in his voice that he must look so fucking hot right now— you can only imagine how his forehead must be dampened with sweat, strands of his chocolate brown hair stuck to his forehead while his cheeks flush into a deep shade of pink. His brows are probably furrowed as he tries to keep his composure; maybe his bottom lip is tucked in between his teeth to stifle the moans that threaten to spill...

Your hand absentmindedly begins to trail down your stomach, fingers desperately searching to reach your clit that throbs with desire for him.

That is, until there's a harsh knock at the bathroom door, startlingly you so badly that you actually drop your phone into the tub.

"Ay, y/n—