Snk Various x Reader | Lemon

Chapter 48: Tricks as Punishment

A month had passed. For the past while, it had just been Armin and I. I was okay with only hanging out with him, but I could tell how lonely he was beginning to feel. Armin seemed very sad. I mean, he lost his best friend in the whole world, all because of me. We were just about to leave the cabin for breakfast. I opened the door and yelled, "Armin, we're gonna be late. Come on!" Armin hopped on one leg, attempting to put his pants on. "I'm coming!" he hollered back, finally managing to get them on. I walked out and he shut the door. It was October, so as you can imagine, it was getting colder. I wore a sweatshirt with some black leggings. Armin wore a borrowed black sweatshirt and a pair of his own grey looking dress pants. Once we approached the exterior of the mess hall, I ran up the stairs. We went inside. Armin offered to get our food, so I went to find a place to sit. 

I smiled warmly at him and headed for an empty table in the corner of the room. It was my empty table. I sat down and waited for Armin. Armin, on the other hand, had just got both of our trays. He approached the busy, loud line for food and stood patiently. Being patient was one of his most developed qualities. Jean and Eren came up in the line, behind him. Armin felt very uncomfortable around them, so he tried to act as if they weren't there. Eren tapped his shoulder and he turned around sharply. "Armin?" Eren called. "Yeah?" Armin muttered back. "Listen, I'm really sorry. I seriously miss being your friend," Eren apologized, to Armin's surprise. Armin smiled, feeling full of hope. He'd missed Eren so much. "I'm so happy, I've missed being your friend too," Armin chirped. 

The line started to move. Armin grabbed two plates, one for me and one for him, then placed them carefully on a tray. He grabbed us two cups of water. Suddenly, Eren grabbed something from his pocket and dropped it into Armin's drink. "What's that?" Armin asked. "An energy booster. You've been looking a bit dreary lately. It's safe, so don't worry. I took one maybe a day ago and I found it really helped. I would have shared it with you already if we'd made up sooner, so I figured maybe now I would," Eren explained. Armin felt very uneasy about what had just occurred, but he was too trusting. He wanted to believe that his best friend would never do something to hinder him, so he chose to put his faith in him. Armin gave in. He had no clue about what horrors this small mistake would manifest. Eren grinned, saying, "just make sure it dissolves before you drink it or you won't get the full effect. Also, if you could maybe not tell Y/N, I'd appreciate it."

"Why not?"

"She doesn't trust me. She'll think it's bad and throw it away, which would be a massive waste. I gave it to you because I was hoping it could make you feel better so it would be a shame if it went to waste."

Eren patted Armin's shoulder. Armin felt like he could believe Eren, after all, what he was saying did make sense to him. I didn't like Eren, nor did I trust him. I would have thrown the drink away as soon as I found out it'd been spiked, and Armin knew that. So, Armin decided to keep it a secret from me. The boys approached the end of the buffet line. 

"Well, I gotta go sit down now so, see you later then?"

"Yeah, absolutely. I'm really glad we've made up Eren, I've missed being friends with you," Armin replied before he walked back to our table. I noticed the smile on his face as he sat down across at the table, across from me. "Why so happy, all of a sudden?" I questioned. "Nothing, Eren and I just made up. I'm really happy he and I can be friends again. I've missed spending time with him," he said, passing me my water and oatmeal. I looked over at his water and noticed it looked a bit cloudy. I told him, "you should get a new water, it looks kind of weird." "U-Uh no it's not, it's fine. I don't see anything," he stuttered suspiciously, then downing the water quickly. I looked at him, concerned. "Whatever, you're being a bit weird this morning," I hissed. I took a bite of oatmeal and that was it. The topic never came up again, until later.

It was the end of class. Everyone was antsy waiting for the bell to ring, Armin more than anyone. He felt uncomfortable, as if his bladder was about to explode. It was a weird, unfamiliar feeling to him. Armin sat awkwardly on the other side of the bench with his hands discreetly jammed into his crotch. Finally, the bell rang. I got up and started walking, soon realizing that Armin wasn't following behind me. I walked back over to where we were sitting. "Coming?" I asked. "Uh yeah, I just gotta ask the Commander about something we were learning," he told me nervously. 

"Really? You never ask questions."

"I know, but today I want to!" he lied. 

"Okay, I'll meet you at the mess hall?"

He nodded. I walked out of the classroom door and began my hike to the mess hall. Armin waited for everyone to leave, before getting up. He ran out into the forest, as far away from the buildings as his little legs could take him. He eagerly took off his belt and undid the zipper to his pants. He could feel a massive bulge pop out through his underwear. Did he really have to go that bad? I mean, he had experienced times where he had to pee so badly that he got an erection, so he figured this was the same thing. Armin pulled his pants and underwear down enough for his penis to swing out, before grabbing it. Finally, he thought. He stood there quietly, awaiting urine to come out. Nothing. He looked down and his pulsating prick, it was practically about to explode in his hand. It was beet red.

"W-Why won't it come out!?" he muttered in terror. What was going on? Something like this had never happened to him before. Usually, his boner would go away after he peed but this time, nothing was coming out. Could the pee be stuck? No, that didn't make sense. After all, Armin had studied the entire male anatomy and every to do with it, years ago. He knew that wasn't the case. Armin waited a few minutes, patiently hoping his suffering would end, but it didn't. He couldn't just leave it, it was painful. Pain, that's right. Suddenly, he balled up a fist and bashed it into his groin. He fell to the ground and started screaming in pain at the top of his little lungs. Tears were quick to escape his eyes. Nothing was helping, he felt stupid. Armin lay in a ball on the ground, grasping his lower self hard. 

I, on the other hand, waited at my table for him. Where could he be? We were already halfway through lunch and he still hadn't come to the mess hall. I'd already eaten my food.