Don't Get the Wrong Idea, I Just Want Sex
Cielle's Amour
JeanSasha; Hints of other pairings
4. Riding the Stallion
This was probably the sixth time they've had sex at her place. Every other time, it's been at his apartment, since they felt more comfortable doing it at the place they first had sex. But lately, Jean has been enjoying sleeping in her bed, since he likes the electric heated comforter under the sheets. After sex, he simply lounges on her bed, pulling the blanket around his body like a caterpillar, and dozes off like a lazy cat. Sasha would try her hardest to pull the blanket off of him, but he would cling on tighter mewling like a child.
"Jean! Quit hogging all of the blanket!" She gripped the thick fabric to pull it away, but he was much stronger than her. In the end, he was still curled up comfortably, a content look on his face. She wouldn't let him get the best of her; it was her bed and she wanted to be warm on this cold winter day as well.
She hopped onto his caterpillar shape of a body and softly bit his cheek. Eyes still closed, his eyebrows furrowed a bit and tried to swat her away with a hand peeking out from the blanket. He dug his hand back in, along with his head, and curled himself up into a ball.
"Jean!" She pushed the ball back and forth. "I'm cold too! Let me in!" She crawled to the far edge of the blanket, and snuck her head through where his feet were. She forcefully slid her way up into the blanket to where she reached the man's face, his eyes still shut tight. She bit his nose playfully and tried to make herself comfortable, getting into a certain position complement with his. After endless amounts of shuffling, she finally laid under his armpit facing his chest, her arm wrapped loosely around his back.
His face cringed a bit above her head. "So hot…" he fragilely whispered. Her body started to become extremely sweaty as well, and the stale air inside the blanket made her slightly choke. With a final push, she lifted the heavy blanket off of them, only their heads and their shoulders popping out onto the freezing air.
"Cold!" Jean tried to gather the blanket over his head again, but the girl beneath harshly pulled it away from him. His whole body fidgeted, eyes still shut in agony from the changed temperature. She snickered. Sasha couldn't get over how childish and cute he looked right about now. She pinched his left cheek and tried to stretch it out as far as she could go. "Mmph…" He mumbled as he pursed his lips.
She smiled and turned around inside the blanket, the back of her head landing on his well-toned chest, their naked bodies and legs still tangled with each other. Jean wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to a spooning position. Sasha blushed in embarrassment; Jean could be so bold and romantic sometimes. Then, she heard a light snore from the man behind her. Oh, he was just sleeping. Slightly disappointed but still entertained, she closed her eyes to the slight lull of his even breathing.
"Sasha…" Jean mumbled.
She snapped her eyes open. "Yah?" But no answer came. Confused, she closed her eyes again.
He started mumbling again, "Don't…" Sasha wondered, don't what? He continued but in small steady spurts, "Don't… with that steroid-pumped… bastard…"
"Huh?" Sasha was utterly baffled and didn't quite understand what he meant by that. But all she heard from him was the steady, even breathing again. She sighed and let his warm body drift her off to sleep.
A sudden vibration from the desk woke Sasha up instantly, while Jean groggily grumbled in his half-daze of a sleep. He stuck an arm out of the lump of blanket and clumsily groped the desk for the source of vibration. After loosely picking up the cellphone and barely opening one eye, he tried sliding the phone screen.
The girl under him turned around and saw he was trying to slide his finger on her flip phone to no avail. "Jean, that's my phone." The phone stopped vibrating when she took it off his hand. She flipped it open, while the other closed his eye and continued to snuggle up against her.
It was a number she didn't recognize. She re-dialed it and held the phone up against her ear. After a couple of seconds of ringing, a deep voice answered, "Hello?"
Sasha stuttered, "Uh, h-hello?"
The man's voice brightened, "Oh, Sasha! This is Reiner!"
"Reiner! How did you get my phone number?"
The man laughed. "Sorry, I got it from Connie sometime last week. Hope that doesn't creep you out."
"No, no! That's cool, no worries!"
There was a pause.
"So, you still coming to Judo? I called to tell you that it's this Wednesday at 6PM."
"Yah, I'm pretty sure I can go!" She felt the man behind nestle closer to her. His voice still sounding drowsy, slurred her name, "Sasshaaa…" He grumbled before snoring slightly.
Reiner spoke up, "You have a guy over or something?"
Her mind blanking, she replied, "No! I mean, yes! But it's only Jean and he just came over to borrow a game!" Why was she making excuses to Reiner?
He laughed again from the other end. "No problem, I'll see you on Wednesday!" With that, the phone call ended and Sasha flipped her phone closed with an exasperated sigh.
She laid her head back down to Jean's neck under his chin, pulling on his arm over her body. She started to feel something thick between her legs, rubbing between them back and forth. Her face heated up and looked upwards. "Hey, Jean!" He snored peacefully, while his hips continued humping in a rhythm.
"Sasha…" he whispered as he hung his arm tighter over her. She smiled; well, she was extremely flattered that he was having a sex dream of her. But with all his unconscious movements, she couldn't help getting aroused as well. She moaned heavily as she felt his shaft grow bigger between her thighs. She closed her eyes to feel the intense pleasure budding in her, and reached downwards to touch his tip with a hand.
"Mikasa…"
She halted. What did he say?
He grumbled again, "Mmm…Sasha…Mikasa…" He started to chuckle in his sleep. "Both of you…are so good…at that…"
She retracted her hand away and slowly sat up on the bed. She smiled, but it was a malicious grin with a dark, heavy look in her eyes. "Jean…" She lifted her arm. "You disgusting pig!" In one swift motion, she connected her elbow straight onto his rib.
"Ggh!" His eyes shot up wide open with a tear on the corner of his eye, as he clenched his teeth in pain. He quickly grabbed his side with a hand, clutching it for dear life. He opened his mouth to pant heavily, trying to overcome the throbbing ache from her surprising blow.
The brunette looked away and pouted, crossing her arms in disapproval. He fiercely grabbed her shoulder and snarled, "What was that for, you violent bitch!?"
"Hmph!" She shrugged him off and stuck her tongue out. He deserved it with that perverted mind of his.
"You…!" His left eye twitched. "Ah, whatever!" Right when he was about to storm off the bed, Sasha's phone vibrated on her pillow. She reached to pick it up, while the other sat back down on the bed, still livid.
"Hello?" It was another phone number she didn't recognize; she wondered who it was.
A timid, yet deep voice, answered her, "O-Oh hi, is this Sasha?"
"Bertholdt? Yah, this is Sasha!" She smiled without realizing it, earning a glare from the man sitting next to her.
"Sorry for calling of a sudden, I was wondering if you wanted to make a study group for calc." She heard him shifting a bit before talking again. "I got your number from Connie by the way, so don't get freaked out!" Sasha laughed. Connie is just spreading her phone number like wildfire, isn't he?
She answered, "That's okay! Actually, Reiner called me earlier as well about judo club."
"Oh." There was a bit of a pause. "Well, I hope you come."
"I will!" She cheerfully responded. "And about that study grou—ee—!" She yelped in surprise when she felt a hand rub up and down her pussy. She swiftly turned her head to see Jean sitting behind her, smirking.
Bertholdt yelled through the phone. "Sasha! What happened!? Are you okay!?"
Her hands shook while trying to keep the phone steady. "D-Don't worry, I'm fi—!" She gasped again when he forcefully pushed a finger inside her. She instantly brought a hand to her mouth to hide the sound of her quickened pants. He swirled his finger aggressively inside, making sure to feel the bumps and ridges of her walls.
"Sasha! What's your address, I'll come over quick!"
Her mind flurried into a haze as she tried to control her breathing. Slowly removing her hand, she answered in a quivering voice, "N-No…s-seriously…I'm fine…" She closed her eyes as she felt Jean readjust her body and enter a second finger inside her. "I just…hit my a-ankle on a table…and it really hurts…"
"Are you sure you're okay? Do you need me to come over anyways?"
Her breathing was still erratic, her control over her body slipping bit by bit. "No Bertholdt…d-don't worry…" She felt his tip prodding her entrance; her groin grew hotter every time he would slightly enter and then pull out. She tried her best to speak, despite her dizzy mind. "U-Um, that study group sounds gre—Ah!"
He slammed his penis straight into her with one swift action. "Ah! Mmph!" She bit her lips from screaming out. She felt strong hands grab onto her ass, as he thrust upwards into her. Her body fiercely burned to his touch and she did all she could do to keep her hand desperately clutched onto the cellphone.
"I'll go call Connie! Stay right there!" The phone call ended and she wearily dropped it on the bed, discarding it quickly.
She grabbed the edges of her bed and looked behind her, as they continued their rhythm. He had a confident grin on his face, while she glared at him—face beet red. "You jerk! I'll never ever forgive you!"
He slapped an ass cheek and then gripped it with full force. "You like it." He thrust faster as the bed creaked loudly under their weight.
She closed her eyes and turned her head downwards. "You stupid asshole!" She couldn't deny the pleasure though and she wanted more. She moved on tempo with him, riding his cock up and down. She couldn't help but moan out, "It feels too good..."
The man below gasped as well, his breath hitched from the passionate movements. "I'll come—!" He grabbed her ass with a painful grip and pulled her down for a final thrust. "Ah—!" As soon as the whole entirety of his penis went inside her, she felt him twitch violently. She moaned loudly, her eyes rolling upwards from the intensity of the climax.
Catching her breath, she lifted herself up from his penis, semen drooling from her entrance. She heard him say behind her, "Hold still. That's really erotic." Confused, she stood in that position, until she heard a camera 'click' noise. She turned around in surprise and found he was looking at his cellphone with satisfaction.
"You idiot pervert!" She tackled him trying to reach for his cellphone. He tried to buck her off, but her tenacity to delete that picture was set in her mind.
"Sasha, I swear I won't show it to anyone else!" He tried to roll her away, but her grip planted strongly on his shoulders.
"It doesn't matter! I just want it deleted!" She almost reached his cellphone, until she heard frantic knocks on her apartment door.
"Sasha! Are you okay in there!?" It was Connie at her front main door. Her mind spun in panic.
"Yah I'm okay! Don't worry!" She faced Jean who was still trying to protect his cellphone. "Oh my god! Hurry up and hide!" With 'ow's and 'hey's from the man, she finally managed to push him under the bed. She quickly dressed herself in whatever clothes were closest to her and wrapped the blanket around her. The pounding on the door intensified, until she opened the door.
Connie and Bertholdt stood at the doorway with wide eyes, breathing heavily. Sasha looked at them and tried her best to cover up the whole situation. She brought a hand to the back of her head and laughed, "Oh hi, guys! What brings you here?"
The shaven man gripped her shoulders and yelled at her face, "Sash, what happened!?"
She mustered her most innocent look at them. She tilted her head and replied, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Bertholdt took a step closer to her and examined her face. "Your face is all red. Are you sick?"
Connie examined her as well. "Well, that would explain the blanket around her…"
She brought out a hand and waved it in front of their faces. "No, nothing's wrong with me!"
Before Sasha could close the door on them, Connie barged in, Bertholdt following suit. She yelled at them, "Guys!"
Connie turned back to her. "You! I'll make you some soup, so go back to bed!" Before entering her kitchen, he told the other man next to him, "Bertholdt, help her to her room. It's just straight to the right." He opened the door and left the two in the living room.
Bertholdt turned to her, worried. "Come on, Sasha. You need to rest."
As he led her to the room, she sprawled her arms outwards to cover the bedroom door. "No, no, no! My room's messy, you don't want to be in here!" She couldn't think straight anymore, and she was pulling anything to try to get the men to leave.
She heard Connie all the way from the kitchen, "Hey, if you be a good girl, I'll add extra crackers in your soup!" Sasha became way too excited hearing about food and lost focus of what she was trying to do. Before she could stop him, Bertholdt opened the door and gently pushed her back inside.
Her mind tripped. She internally punched herself for forgetting to clean up Jean's clothes scattered on the ground. She looked at the tall man in fright, but he kept smiling and simply led her to bed. Either, he simply overlooked the messy room or he didn't notice it at all, but boy, was she glad.
She sighed wearily when she reached the bed. "I'm honestly okay, you don't need to do any more."
He looked at her with a frown and said, "This is the least I can do." He urged her to lie on the bed and straightened the blanket over her. After she complied, she realized that Bertholdt was on her bed. Even though he was just sitting on the edge, it made her blush. She wasn't comfortable with any other men being so near her in her apartment other than Jean and Connie. He looked at her again in surprise. "Sasha, your face is getting redder."
Before she can argue, he placed his forehead on hers. Her heart skipped a beat as their noses almost touched each other. She shifted her eyes away from his direction out of embarrassment.
While still on her forehead, he casually stated, "You don't seem to have a fever, but you are really warm…" He trailed off. She turned her eyes back to him and found that he was also blushing. Her breath caught in her throat; their faces were extremely close to each other, lips only centimeters away from touching. She couldn't help but notice his cologne and how good he smelled, as well as his beautiful green irises looking at her own honey brown. She was tempted to lean in closer to him—so incredibly tempted. Their eyes locked on for a good few seconds, until she felt a thump beneath her bed.
Bertholdt pulled away in shock. "What was that?"
Surprised as well, she quickly created an excuse. "Oh! Um…it's just my bed! It's old and rickety!" She repeatedly punched her mattress, making high-pitched squeaking sounds from the springs. "See?"
Before the tall man could reply to that, Connie came in with a tray of food, a huge grin on his face. "Sash, you're gonna feel so much better after you eat this!" The delicious odor of food made her stomach grumble. She instinctively licked her lips.
He set the tray down on her lap—an assortment of clam chowder soup with crackers (extra, as Connie promised), a blueberry bagel with strawberry cream cheese, pudding, and chamomile tea with the scent of honey. She looked at all the food with stars in her eyes. "Ah thank you Connie, you're the best! You'll make a perfect wife to someone one of these days!" He puffed his chest in pride from her praise.
He placed his hands on his waist and smiled. "Alright, Bertholdt. Looks like our job here is done. We should leave her in peace." The tall man nodded and stood up from the bed.
Placing the tray on her bed stand, she pushed the blanket off of her and stood up. "I'll walk you two out the door."
Connie pushed her down back onto the bed and laughed. "Oh my god, you're ignoring food. Relax, we can walk ourselves out. Go rest." Before she could protest, the shaven man walked out of her room.
She faced Bertholdt who was still a bit red on the face. "We can talk about the study group when you're feeling better." He smiled and waved goodbye, following Connie out the door.
After she heard her main apartment door close, she sighed and slumped back onto the bedpost. "You can come out, Jean." She grabbed the bagel from the tray and bit into it.
He crawled out under the bed, particularly pissed and impatient. He looked at the tray on the stand and dived right for the pudding.
"Hey, that's mine!" She stuffed the rest of the bagel in her mouth and reached for the pudding in his hand. He swatted her hand away in irritation.
"You're not even sick, why do you get all this food?" He grabbed the spoon and hastily ate the dessert. "And for that matter," as he waved the spoon in front of her face, "What's up with you inviting Bertholdt in, huh?"
"He thought I was sick!" She furrowed her eyebrows. "And when do you care?" What was up with him all of a sudden?
Jean crossed his arms. "I don't." He harshly placed the spoon on the tray. "Do whatever you want."
"Are you…jealous?" She was pretty sure that was the case. Even if he didn't like her romantically, he must still feel pretty possessive of her.
"Jealous…" the ashen-haired man scoffed, "...for you?" He tapped his feet impatiently against the floor. "Don't flatter yourself." He picked up his pants and brought a leg through a sleeve, obviously agitated at Sasha's question.
"Then why are you so mad!" She knew he could be difficult, but he's more so today.
He zipped up his pants. "You know what?" He grabbed his shirt. "I honestly don't care if you end up going out with someone else. You can go out with Reiner or Bertholdt or anyone else you want."
She couldn't stand his attitude right now, especially when he's more stubborn than usual. She yelled, "You know what? Maybe I will! And you can go out with Christa too, I wouldn't care!" She grabbed her bowl of clam chowder and quickly ate it, while chugging her now lukewarm chamomile tea, while still glaring at the other.
The man finished changing into his clothes—light tan scarf messily wrapped around his neck. "Now you're the one who sounds jealous."
"What are you talking about!? You're the one who got mad first!"
Jean turned away from her. "I'm done. I'm going."
"Fine! Just g—" Before she could finish, her phone vibrated for the third time today. She flipped open her phone and answered, but not before giving Jean a scowl of disapproval. "Hello?"
"Hey, it's Reiner again. Are you okay?"
"Oh, Reiner!" She made sure to emphasize his name for Jean to hear. "No, I'm doing fine! What's up?"
"I just heard from Bertholdt that you're sick. Will you still make it this Wednesday?"
"I'll make it! I'm too interested in judo to miss out!"
He laughed. "Good. Are you free this Tuesday?"
She thought for a minute, bringing a finger to her chin. "Mmm, I should be free…why do you ask?"
She heard him take a deep breath. "Actually, I wanted to ask you out on a date."
Her eyes widened. "A date!?"
Author's Note:
Hi, lovelies. A new chapter will be coming this Friday and then after, I'll have to re-think my schedule for releasing chapters. It might turn to weekly instead of 2 chapters per week.
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