Guilty Pleasures [Completed]

Chapter 9

"My head.." I groaned, slamming my hands on my forehead as I felt the throb from my sudden sitting up. I might've drank a little too much last night, no wonder it feels like my skull was getting drilled.

I stood up, removing the comforter around me. My throat felt really dry. I darted my eyes on the nightstand to grab my phone but it was nowhere to be found. Instead, a glass of water and  two pills of Advil caught my attention.

Under the glass was a neat sticky note with neat handwritten.

Good Morning.

Take this medicines when you woke up. It should easen your hungover. I also warmed the soup using your kitchen. You can warm it up again if it got cold. I have to leave early for work.

-Armin

My eyes almost popped out in terror, regaining the memories I did last night. I can vividly remember what happened but it was clear than the day that it actually happened.

What did I do..

"What have I done.." I mumbled and felt my butt get dragged back on the bed. Surely, I was just alone last night.

After Jean left, I calmly cleared the kitchen table at the thought of Eren and Violet at the photo. I found myself  chugging Eren's beers on the fridge. I might've finished all of them since I can barely remember what happened next.

After I got drunk, I only remember playing with the scented candle and was out of my mind. The last thing I knew, Armin was already in between my thighs.

"Shit.. This is bad.." I cried and curled my knees, burying my head on it. I even look clean right now after remembering how I let Armin come loads of his orgasm inside me.

I let him do it!

I was sover midway of our sex yet I didn't stopped. What was I thinking? It pains me that Eren cheated. And I even almost forgot about it after doing it with Armin.

What's wrong with me?

IT'S ALL THAT CANDLE'S FAULT!

What should I do..? Y/N, what am I supposed to do?

I swallowed my spit and sighed. "None." I answered my own question.

It already happened. There's nothing I can do. As if I can rewind the time stop myself from doing it, I would do it in a heartbeat.

I'm no different from Eren if I admit that I liked it.

I shouldn't think of it. Armin was probably got dragged too. I can't blame myself for it. It's my fault.

I stood up, ignoring how my legs shook in anxiety. I drank the medicine and decided to walk out the bedroom. Before Eren comes home, I need to clean my mess in the kitchen.

Armin did probably cleaned me after I passed out last night. I can atleast mentally thank him for being responsible.

Walking out of the room and heading to the kitchen, my heart almost dropped when I saw Eren, infront of the table.

He was eating a soup. My eyes roamed around and there was no sign of mess from last night. The table cloth was already changed.

Memories of my legs, spreading wide came rushing on my head, making me flustered.

Hell. I hate to admit this. I shouldn't actually, but Armin was adorable as I picture him last night.

Fuck, I hate myself.

"What? Are you not gonna sit?" Eren suddenly said. He put his phone down  and stared at my clothes. I pursed my lips as I remember Jean's words last night. "You made this?" He asked, pointing his spoon on the soup.