Don't Get the Wrong Idea, I Just Want Sex
Cielle's Amour
JeanSasha; Hints of other pairings
3. Steamed Potato
Connie glared at Jean, while he brought a protective arm around Sasha's shoulders. "Man, Sash, why did you even invite this asshole to sit with us?" Jean narrowed his eyes. Yah, yah. I don't like you either, he thought.
She ruffled with her best friend's bald head and laughed. "Connie, don't be such a dick. You guys haven't seen each other since high school! You guys should try to get to know each other!"
Before Connie could reply to that, he felt a finger tap his shoulder. Surprised, the shaven man turned around in his seat to look at the row of people behind him.
"Yo!" A muscular blonde man raised his palm towards the three and smiled.
Sasha turned around excitedly. "Oh, Reiner! I didn't know you were taking this class too!" She then turned towards the tall man sitting next to him. "Bertholdt!" She leaned over the edge of the lecture seat and wrapped her arms around his enormous shoulders in a hug.
Bertholdt smiled back and gently pet her head. "Hi Sasha, I haven't seen you in a while."
Reiner jokingly pushed the taller man's head out of the way. "You should hug me too while you're at it!"
"Come here, bro! I'll hug you!" Connie leaned over his seat as well as he sprawled his arms towards the blonde man. They all laughed enthusiastically while Reiner shoved Connie's chin with his palm.
Jean looked at this entire interaction with mild interest. It seemed like Sasha was still pretty close to people back from high school. He huffed impatiently while spinning the pen in his hand.
Someone lightly tapped on his shoulder. He turned around and Reiner grinned at him. "Yo, Jean! I haven't seen you in a while either. Where've you been?"
He didn't know how to respond to that. He looked away from him and replied, "I don't know… taking classes."
The other man raised an eyebrow and laughed awkwardly. "You're still not very friendly."
He rolled his eyes. Well, sorry he couldn't just blurt out randomly like Sasha and Connie did. He opened his notebook and tapped his pen repeatedly on the blank paper. As much of a great socialite he is, he really didn't feel like talking to any of them at the moment.
It was the first day of the winter quarter[1]. He and Sasha were in this "friends with benefits" relationship for a good 6 weeks now, and everything's been going relatively smooth. Of course, there were some rules they had to lay down:
1. This relationship was strictly for sex, not romance.
2. If they were interested in another person, they would tell the other.
3. Their relationship would end immediately if either of them got their respective boyfriend/girlfriend.
It was simple, but effective. The night they agreed to this relationship, they thought for hours about the rules. They gave each other two demurrals for rules:
- It was mandatory to try a new position every time they had sex (Sasha demurred this).
- The person who initiates sex first must buy the other food (Jean demurred this).
- Sasha would have to give him a blowjob and/or handjob at least twice every night (Sasha strongly demurred this).
- They would have sex with food once a week (Jean contemplated hard on this one, but in the end, demurred it. He didn't think the mess on his bed was quite worth it).
Other than those, they eagerly accepted the three basic rules they established. The only reason why he was there sitting with them now was because Sasha found out both of them registered for this same class.
A day before the new quarter started, Sasha was over at his apartment. After they finished a session of sex, she spotted the large book on his desk. "You're taking Calculus 3A too?" she asked excitedly.
He lied on his side and responded, "Yah, I'm guessing you're taking the class too?"
She bounced back to the bed next to him. "Mm-hm! Why don't we walk to class together tomorrow?" He made a quick 'tch' sound to that. He didn't want people to misunderstand them as a couple.
He turned away from her. "That's okay, go without me."
"But Jean! Come ooon!" She rocked his body forward and back with the push of her hands. This girl can be so insistent at times. He ignored her as she constantly pushed and poked his back.
She then leaned close to his ears and whispered seductively, "I'll make it worth your while if you come." She slid her arm around him and down below his waist. Jean fidgeted under her.
At first, she slid her hand down his upper thigh and then glided her way to the center. With her fingers, she started fondling his balls, massaging them in a circular motion. She cupped them with her soft fingers and slowly made her way upwards. Jean closed his eyes and gasped in pleasure. The way she skillfully touched him made his body grow hot again.
His penis continued to grow under her touch as she ran her fingers along the sides. When she reached the tip, she rubbed it sensually with her thumb, pre-cum oozing out from him. He moaned in heavy breaths as she continued to fondle him. When did she get so good at this?
She licked the tip of his ear and nibbled on it, stirring a pant from the ashen-haired man. Her hand moved downwards to the throbbing shaft, delicately tracing his veins. Her fingers wrapped around his penis, slowly rubbing it up and down in a rhythmic pace. Moving her tongue down the backside of his neck, she started picking up the pace down below, her hand slightly sticky from the pre-cum dripping downwards.
He gripped the sheets forcefully beneath him. He tightened his stomach in anticipation. "Sasha…I'm gonna—!"
And then she stopped. Oh, he'll kill her for doing that.
She laughed cheerfully. "So, will you come with me tomorrow?" He'll never win against this girl.
"Fine! I'll come!" If he tried to argue with her, he'll never get rid of this raging hard-on. He turned over to her. He snarled and then tackled her. "But first, you're gonna help me get rid of this thing! Since it's your fault!"
He viciously grabbed her legs, bending them to get a better view of her pussy. He smirked. "Oh? You're so wet, want me to do anything for you?" He felt her twist her body in eagerness, as she eyed him lustfully.
"Please…" Her voice was barely audible, but still carried that tint of sexual urge.
He licked his lips eagerly. "As a punishment for what you did, you better tell me what you want. Exactly what you want."
"F-Fuck me…" Her face turned pink. Jean released her leg with a hand and reached down to place a finger inside her. Her cheeks turned a fiery red, while she looked upwards at him with half-lidded eyes.
"With my finger?" He teased her; his middle finger swirled heatedly inside her.
"N-No… with your…" God, she was so sexy right now.
"With my what?"
He could tell she was embarrassed, but she wore such a shameful face. Her face glowed a brighter red color.
"Fuck me with your dick, Jean!"
With that, he removed his finger and positioned himself. He shoved his penis entirely into her with one shove—her eyes rolling upwards in ecstasy. He gasped, feeling her tightness constrict around him. Gripping her legs, he pounded into her violently with all his strength.
His penis exited out of her entrance and then swiftly entered back in all the way. Every time he thrust inwards and out with such vigor, Sasha's eyes glazed over as she panted, her tongue hanging from her mouth. The man above inhaled heavily. He was almost there.
"S-Sasha," he said between breaths, "Y-You took your birth control pill yesterday, right? I really want to come inside."
She grabbed the pillow under her head with her hands, clutching tightly onto the edges. "Yah, you idiot. Just hurry up and come inside me!"
Jean thrust his hips at a faster pace, grabbing her bouncing breasts with both hands. His groin was getting hotter every passing second, until finally he felt a bolt of pleasure run through his spine, his own eyes rolling upwards. He grit his teeth, sweat rolling down from his hair down to his neck as his body twitched inside her. His mind spun with pleasure. With a sigh, he collapsed on her—both their bodies sticky with sweat.
"You better walk with me tomorrow," he heard her say before drifting off to sleep.
"Jean, are you there? Hello?" He snapped out of his thoughts. He looked over to Sasha next to him who had been poking at his arm with her finger. She looked at him inquisitively. "Are you even taking notes? You have nothing on your paper."
He looked at the lecture slides full of equations and the overhead screen next to it, then back down to his blank notebook. "Ah." He crossed his legs to cover his boner.
Connie sneered at him, "Just ignore him Sasha, you can look at my notes."
She stopped leaning on Jean's side and looked over at her friend's notes. Sasha held a disapproving voice, "There's only one equation here. The rest is just drawings. And also a 'I'll ask Christa out!' on the side here." Connie quickly pulled his notebook away and harshly scribbled Christa's name out. What a dimwit, Jean snickered.
Bertholdt tapped Sasha's shoulder and she turned her body halfway. "What's wrong?"
She laughed nervously. "Ah sorry, I couldn't copy all of the practice problems from the last slide, so I was hoping one of these guys got it all." Jean looked away from them. Why was she acting all formal with him all of a sudden? He tapped his pen impatiently against the notebook in front of him, while his legs fidgeted.
He chuckled and said, "You can copy down my notes after lecture if you want."
"Thank you, Bertholdt! If you need any help, just ask me!" She smiled adorably and continued to jot down notes from the slides.
A big hand landed on top of her head and patted her softly. "Thanks, Sasha." After he lifted his hand, a few strands of her hair stuck out from her ponytail, uneven strands falling onto her face and neck. Her face flushed pink as she twiddled the pen in her hands.
"N-No problem…" She continued to look downwards at her lap in a bashful manner. For some reason, this whole scene pissed Jean off. He didn't realize he gnashed his teeth together.
He took a peek at her again. She went back to writing in her notebook, but her face was still blushing. He gripped his pen in a fist. Sasha was sure cute when she wanted it to be; too bad, it was aimed at Bertholdt. He huffed an exasperated sound.
Lecture ended uneventfully afterwards. Students in the class noisily chatted while they stuffed their notebooks and laptops in their bags, while everyone else crowded into messy lines out the auditorium door. Bertholdt stood up from his seat, towering everyone else in the room.[2] People in the room couldn't help but look at this gigantic skyscraper. Jean wished he was that tall; well, maybe not that freakishly tall, but he wouldn't mind at least reaching six feet.
Connie stood up as well, his short stature drowned out by the rest of the crowd. Okay, Jean thought, at least he wasn't as short as him. Sasha looked behind her and gave him a weird look. Uh-oh, what does she want now?
"Were you laughing at something just now?" she asked.
He stuttered, "I-I just thought of something funny from earlier, that's all." Well, that was mostly true.
She gave him a confused look and then turned back around towards the door. "Alright, then." Ugh, she's so not cute. It wouldn't hurt for her to act towards him like she did with Bertholdt.
Lately, Sasha's been showing more of her true colors to him. She doesn't smile as much around him as she does with other people. She gets angry. She yells at him. She punches him. She bites him whenever he beats her at fighting games. The man sighed in an aggravating manner.
After they exited out the building, they decided to stop by a coffee shop to get some drinks and food. College students lined up inside the shops in the area and some others sat down on the rickety wooden tables chatting or reading books. It was a lively college town—bikes zooming by in the streets, while young people laughed at the corners of the sidewalks.
Sasha squinted her eyes. "Oh! Is that Ymir and Christa?" As she said that, she pointed at the direction she was looking at. Oh great, it's a high school reunion. Quaint.
She rushed up towards their table and waved them 'hello.' As the men briskly walked closer to them, the two girls sitting looked up at them. Christa, especially, looked astounding as her beautiful blonde hair flashed perfectly in the winter sun, bright blue eyes shining as her meek figure sat elegantly on the seat. Her over-sized scarf fit her snugly, while she held a cup of hot coffee in her tiny hands. Her smile was small, but adorable. This was what a cute girl should look like, thought Jean. And Ymir… she was just there.
Christa spoke in a tender voice, "Hello, everyone." All the men blushed, save for Bertholdt, but then again, he's always had a stone face. Ymir growled disapprovingly at all of them, baring sharp fangs, the men stepping back out of fear.
Sasha casually sat down on the bench next to Christa and rubbed her head against the other's. "Ah, Christa, you're so warm!"
The small blonde girl laughed. "Sasha! You're freezing!" As the men looked onwards at this situation with a good steps distance, Ymir was still glaring at them, as if she was communicating to them with her eyes, "I'll kill you if you get close."
Connie rolled his eyes. "Yo, Sash! Wanna go get something from the coffee shop?"
She suddenly stood up. "Yes! I'm sooo hungry!" She shoved her hands into her pants and her jacket pockets, trying to look for something. She hastily dug into her tote bag, reaching at every crevice in it. She looked up at Connie with tears at the corner of her eyes. "I forgot my wallet." Ah, that's right. She slept over at Jean's place last night, and she rarely brings her wallet when she comes over.
Connie smirked. "No worries, Sasha! Let me show you how much of a gentleman I am!" As he said that, he winked towards Christa's direction, earning another hard glower from the tall woman. He reached into his pockets, and then a pause. Mimicking Sasha's movements from earlier, he reached into his backpack through every corner and zipper, but couldn't find a wallet. Defeated, his shoulders slumped. "I forgot my wallet too." Jean rolled his eyes; they're both so dumb.
Reiner slapped the top of Connie's head with his wallet. "Come on, you two. I'll pay."
Both of them looked expectantly at him with stars in their eyes. "Our hero!" they yelled in unison as they rushed to hug him. The blonde man slightly blushed and dragged the two clung onto him into the coffee shop. Bertholdt casually followed behind.
Jean was now awkwardly standing in front of Christa and Ymir, who looked at him as if he didn't belong there with them. He wasn't sure if he should have stayed there or followed the others into the coffee shop, but the girls were staring at him long and hard. Oh fantastic, his neck started to perspire under his scarf.
He spoke to break the tension. "I-uh… Christa, I haven't seen you in a while." His eyes darted back and forth nervously, trying to wipe the back of his neck with his hand.
Ymir scowled at him. "Stop, Jean. You're already on the wrong track just by the fact you started off saying only Christa's name." The small blonde girl looked anxiously at her friend.
The man smirked. "Oh? I'm sorry, Ymir. I didn't think you wanted my attention as well?"
The tall woman immediately slammed her fist down on the table with a loud thud. Jean faltered backwards a bit in fear and surprise—all of the people from the other tables looked at their table, and then shifted back to their own business. She glared dangerously at him with piercing eyes. They stared at each other for a good minute.
Christa laid a gentle hand on Ymir's arm. She looked at her with eyes begging her to stop. The other sighed and then pointed at Jean. "You stay right there and don't look at Christa. At all." That was a bit hard to do, since he'd rather not look at Ymir. He crossed his arms and glanced at the coffee shop behind them.
After what seemed like an eternity, Sasha pushed the door open, the bell on the hinge jingling softly. She had a plastic bag wrapped on one side of her arm and the other a cup of coffee, while having a scone in between her teeth. She sat next to Christa and leaned against her again. She playfully bonked heads with the blonde as she quickly finished the scone in her mouth. "Ah, this is the life! Eating food and snuggling up against Christa's warmth!"
Ymir grinned and leaned over to flick Sasha's forehead. "Hurry up and find a boyfriend so you can steal his warmth instead." She looked downwards, her cheeks puffed out while rubbing her forehead with a hand.
Reiner sat down next to the gluttonous brunette and peered at her. "Sasha, you don't have a boyfriend?"
She shifted her eyes to Reiner and back to the bag of food while she nervously crumpled her skirt with her fingers. She faced downwards and blushed, obviously embarrassed. "I-I know, it's kinda sad."
Ymir laughed and waved a hand in front of her own face. "No way, no way! All men are pigs anyways!"
Connie sat down next to her and poked her arm. "Hey, Ugly. I ain't a pig."
She looked downwards at him and stood up. "You, especially, are a pig." Picking up her backpack from the edge of the table, she grabbed Christa's hand. "Well, it's getting crowded here. We're gonna leave." The small blonde girl hoisted her bag securely around her shoulders, waving at them, before she walked off with the tall woman.
Bertholdt exited out the shop—face still stiff as a board as he watched the two women leave. He sat next to Connie and slowly sipped his black coffee. Finally, Jean was able to sit without having to meet Ymir's disturbing face. He sat down next to Sasha on her left where Christa had been sitting previously.
Connie sighed and stared at the petite blonde walking off. "Only if Ymir wasn't such a cockblock, I could ask Christa out." Hah—she was way out of Connie's league.
He scoffed and grinned maliciously at him. "Even if Ymir wasn't there, Christa would reject you."
The shaven man glared at him and pumped a fist. "Fuck you, man! She would go out with me way before she would go out with you!" Yah, right. Not only was Connie short, he was also not as handsome as he was. The ashen-haired man just smirked; this short guy was no match for him in any way.
"How about we make a bet then?" Jean leaned forward facing Connie, one arm propped onto the table. "We'll both ask Christa out…" He felt a sudden chill on his side. He immediately reared his head and looked at the girl next to him, but she was casually eating a white vanilla macaron, looking at nothing in particular. Must've been his imagination. He turned back to the other man and cleared his throat. "Anyways, we'll both Christa out. Whoever she says 'yes' to, wins. Winner gets to order the other for a whole day." Jean stuck his hand out for a handshake.
Connie smiled and grabbed his hand. "I'll fucking win! And I'll laugh at your stupid ass!" After they shook hands, they both sat down, contemplating about the bet. Jean was nervous; he actually wasn't very confident about asking Christa out, especially when Ymir guards her like a hound dog. But he's gotten himself into this mess, so he'll have to pull through with it. Next time he sees Christa, he'll ask her out regardless of Ymir! Besides, if she said yes, he would be the luckiest guy…
He looked over at Sasha. She was still munching on her food while sipping coffee. He couldn't really tell what she was thinking at the moment. Her face looked so concentrated—was it because of this whole bet or was it the food? He shook his head. Knowing her, it was probably the latter.
Reiner suddenly spoke up, "Christa is sure really cute. Don't you think so, Sasha?"
Sasha snapped out of her stupor and looked at him. She smiled and responded, "Oh yah! Christa is super cute! I just want to wrap my arms around her all day!" She happily munched on her second macaron, occasionally licking the crumbs off her face with her tongue.
The blonde man abruptly leaned over to the brunette. "But you know…" He edged closer to her, their legs practically touching each other. He slowly hung his arm over her waist and pulled her body close to him, his face into a smug. "I think you're pretty cute yourself, Sasha."
Jean's eyes widened. What was Reiner saying all of a sudden? Was that a confession he heard correctly? Reiner just grabbed her like that and called her cute? No way—Jean thought he definitely heard wrong. There's just no way. It was a mistake.
The whole table laid in silence as Reiner leaned his body even closer to hers. Jean couldn't see her reaction from where he was sitting, but the blonde man's hulking body seemed to get nearer to her every millisecond. Jean didn't know what to do, but he panicked. He wanted to pull them apart and drag her away more than anything, but he couldn't. His body held immobilized from this scene.
Plain black coffee spilled over the wooden table, liquid dripping through the crevices. Jean looked at the person across from him in shock. Bertholdt's cup had spilled over—the said cup now slowly rolling on the table from the cold wind. Both Sasha and Reiner snapped their heads away.
"Sorry!" Bertholdt grabbed the rolling cup and straightened it up, looking at everyone apologetically. "I must've tipped it without thinking!"
Sasha moved away from the blonde man to reach for something in her bag. After removing a couple of napkins from it, she hastily dabbed the table with them. "Ah, what a waste!" After the napkins absorbed into a light brown color, she climbed out of the bench seat and tossed them into the trashcan nearby. She huffed a bit before grabbing her tote bag, her face still a bit red from Reiner. "I'm going back to my apartment to study for a bit. I'll see you guys later."
As she slung the bag on her shoulder, Bertholdt held out his notebook. "Do you want to borrow this?"
She shook her head and held out a hand in protest. "Nah, that's okay, I'll look over them some other time. Thanks, though." Sasha started walking away from the bench, until Reiner grabbed her wrist. Jean clenched his teeth within his jaw. Reiner was sure aggressive with her today. And then he realized: why was he getting so mad over this? He wasn't jealous, was he? He denied it strongly—Sasha's not his type, she's too much of a tomboy. Yet, he couldn't stop that ache in his chest.
Reiner haughtily grinned at her. "Hey, you should stop by the Judo[3] club. We start practice next Wednesday and Friday. It would be great if you came."
Sasha looked at him with interest. "Oh! That actually does sound fun!" Her eyes lit up, but then she lifted a finger to her chin, raising an eyebrow. "But, I have archery club on Fridays…"
He chuckled. "Then I'll see you there on Wednesday!" He released the grip on her wrist and turned over to Connie and Jean. "You guys should come too! Me and Bertholdt can teach you guys how to grapple and throw."
Connie looked at him with twinkling eyes. "Yes, I'll definitely go! I can help Christa out if she gets to any trouble!" Jean rolled his eyes; too bad she won't need it with Ymir around.
The blonde man patted the other's shoulder enthusiastically with his enormous hand. He looked over at Jean. "What about you?"
Jean shifted his eyes away, still a little bitter over the episode between him and Sasha. "I don't need it."
Reiner raised an eyebrow. "C'mon man, it'll be fun." He certainly didn't feel like it would be. He'd rather not want to see Reiner and Sasha flirt while wrestling with each other. That very thought made him want to burst into anger. Not because he liked her in any way, of course.
Sasha pinched his arm and smiled. "Just go, you need the exercise." He said an 'ow' and glared at her. But when she smiled at him like that, it made all his anger dissipate.
Jean closed his eyes in agitation. "Fine, I'll go! But I'm not going just because you told me to, okay?" What do they call this? Tsundere?[4] He really needed to stop watching so much anime.
Sasha laughed and waved her hand to everyone. "Alright, I'm leaving now. See ya!" They all waved goodbye to her back, and then started standing up themselves to leave.
Connie cheerfully said his farewells and walked his way back to his apartment; Reiner and Bertholdt said their goodbyes as well, walking together towards their own. Jean was left sitting alone at the coffee-stained table. He looked back at the events between the brunette and the huge blonde. They were so close to each other, and he had no hesitation touching her. Jean wondered: Why was this bothering him so much?
They weren't romantically inclined with each other. Jean was the one who set that specific rule. But even if that's so, he just couldn't get over how Reiner easily grabbed her like that. The hand that snaked his way around her waist was slightly touching her upper thigh; his face was so close to hers that he was sure they were going to kiss.
Jean subconsciously gripped the table edge. Then, a sudden vibration reverberated in his jean pocket. He grabbed the phone and slid the screen to see the message: "Do you want to come over?" It was from Sasha.
He breathed sharply against the winter air and ran a hand through his hair. He didn't want to go, but at the same time he did. He just hoped it wasn't to talk about her and Reiner. Inhaling again, he tapped his thumbs against the screen: "sure"
Notes:
[1] Quarter: 10 weeks of school (my weird university doesn't go by semesters).
[2] Bertholdt's height: He's 192cm (roughly 6.3ft). I want to make him taller by 8cm (roughly 6.6ft) in my story to show how much taller he is to everyone else. 6.3ft is common enough, I feel. 6.6ft is not.
[3] Judo: I was originally going to put Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, since I felt that fit more with Reiner. But then I remembered I know nothing about that martial art, and I know way more about Judo, so it would be easier for me to write about that instead...
[4] Tsundere: [Source: Wiki] – "a person who is initially cold and even hostile towards another person before gradually showing their warm side over time."
Author's Notes:
Thank you for reading!
(Jean is so tsun tsun)