Don't Get the Wrong Idea, I Just Want Sex
Cielle's Amour
JeanSasha; Hints of other pairings

5. Potato with Sour Cream

Propping a hand under his chin, Jean stared out in a distance as he sat on the cold and empty wooden table. In his other hand, he had a short novel wedged between his fingers, which he planned to read in its entirety; instead, other un-circumvented plans came up. He glared up at the couple sitting a ways further than him.

Of course he forgot, it was Tuesday. Out of all the days, and out of all the places, Sasha and Reiner happened to be sitting across from each other, having their date near a sandwich shop. Probably the most reasonable course of action for Jean to do in this situation was to simply get up and leave. But for some reason, he didn't want them to leave his line of sight. This wasn't stalking; it was just so he could make sure the aggressive bastard wouldn't do anything to her.

He tried hiding his face with his book, all the while observing them laugh and giggle about something. He wanted to know what was so damn funny. He couldn't just go over there and greet them though. Everything would be too awkward. There was no point in thinking about her though; he already knew that his and Sasha's contract was now null.

As he continued fuming over the couple, he felt a slight tap on his shoulder. He reared his head quickly towards the source, eyes wide. Jean's brown eyes stopped dead short at a torso—he shifted his direction upwards to a man leering down at him.

The tall man smiled, "Hi, Jean. Mind if I sit with you?"

He sighed in relief. "Bertholdt, it's just you." He gestured towards the other side of the table. "Go ahead, it's a free world."

"Thanks." He lankily made his way towards the seat and sat down, a slight creak from the bench below. "Are you here for food?"

Jean casually responded as he closed his book, "Nah, I just came here to read." Like I was doing that in the first place, he thought.

The other chuckled. "Or are you here to spy on Sasha and Reiner?"

The ashen-haired man's eyes widened in shock again. He looked away suspiciously, the hair standing on its ends at Bertholdt's question, and shakily replied, "H-Hah no, of course not. Sasha and Reiner are here? I-I didn't even know that until you just said it…"

"Oh, yah. I guess you would have already said 'hi' to them if you saw them." He grinned again. Man, was this guy naive. A little too passive for being such a giant, but still nice. The tall man continued speaking, "Actually, I just heard today from Reiner that he was going out with Sasha. I was really surprised!"

Hm? He swore he saw Bertholdt's eyes darken a bit there.

The other stood up. "How about we say 'hi' to them right now?"

Jean rose up as well, stammering to that suggestion, "W-Wait, come on… we should give them some privacy."

Bertholdt looked back at him. "Ah, you're right. I guess we can see them tomorrow." They both sat back down—Jean with a terrified sigh. He unsteadily clutched a hand to his chest, oddly unsettled by the tall man's presence. He couldn't quite pinpoint it, but the man had a sort of lethal atmosphere around him. Something more than just his expressionless face. Whatever it was, it made him hold his breath out of apprehension.

Jean picked some movement from the corner of his eye—the couple in discussion were now throwing their trash away at the nearest bin. He shifted his head away and instinctively hid his face with a hand as the couple walked closer to his table, leaving Bertholdt with a perplexed look.

"Oh!" He heard Reiner's boisterous voice, as both he and Sasha stopped at their table. "Yo! I didn't think we'd run into you two here!" Jean hesitantly lifted his hand away from his face. He looked at both of them especially at Sasha, but she narrowed her eyes away from him, her lips into a slight frown.

Bertholdt answered back with another smile, "Yah, what a coincidence." He peered over at the brunette who was still in a sulk. He lifted his giant hand over and stroked the top of her head. She blushed a bright pink while she twiddled anxiously at her skirt, one of her feet in a tiptoe swirling in embarrassment.

Reiner laughed. "Hey, man! I know you have a habit of doing that, but I might get jealous if you keep doing that to my girlfriend." That word resonated harshly against Jean's ears. He didn't realize it, but he glowered at Sasha, making her extremely uncomfortable again.

The other man lifted his hand from her head and apologized, "Ha—Sorry about that. I guess I better stop doing that then." Jean stared at the tall man as he retracted his hand. For a brief second, Bertholdt held an incredibly dejected look, which made him think—does he like Sasha…?

His thoughts were interrupted when Reiner suddenly grabbed Sasha's hand into his own. "By the way, Bertholdt, me and Sasha are gonna go back to the apartment." As he said that, he winked at his friend and walked away together with the girl. Her eyes quickly shifted to Jean before she sauntered away with the blonde.

Dark black hair shadowed over the man's eyes as he chuckled to himself. "Well, I guess I won't be able to go back to my apartment any time soon…"

Jean sat there in silence; he didn't know how to break the tension, especially after learning that this man had a crush on Sasha. He couldn't really feel miserable about his own situation when he felt more pity towards him. This might be one of the few times he proactively tried to make another person feel better.

"Hey, let's go hang out at my apartment or something. We can drink until nothing bothers us anymore."

For being such a large man, Bertholdt was not much of a heavy weight when it came to drinking. He leaned against the couch, refilling his shot glass with more vodka. He laughed incessantly, while Jean snickered at the tall man's attempts to stay upright. Jean's own face was red from all the drinks he had as well, his vision a bit blurry.

He barely heard his cellphone vibrating on the table, as Bertholdt was laughing too hard at a program on television. He clumsily slid his finger across the screen and brought it to his ear, laughing a bit himself. "Heh—Hello?"

"Jean, it's Sasha. I forgot I left my cardigan over there, do you mind if I pick it up right now?" He barely processed what she just said, but he couldn't help but think her voice was incredibly cute at the moment.

He answered with a slur, "Sure, baby. Anything you want, when you getting here?"

She paused for a moment. "U-Um, I'll be there in a minute. I'm really close."

"I'll be waiting for you, cutie." He poured himself another shot and chugged it down, drinking a cup of soda down with it to reduce the aftertaste of the vodka.

"Are you okay, Jean?"

"Yah! Why wouldn't I be? I just really really want to see your pretty face."

"Ah, A-Alright then…" The phone call clicked to an end. The ashen-haired man lightly elbowed the other against his side.

"Ow, that hurts…" The tall man slurred through continuous heaps of chuckling.

Jean smirked. "Guess what? Sasha is coming over. Right now."

Bertholdt's eyes widened, but still laughed. "Oh noooo, I don't think I'm ready." His body leaned comfortably against the couch, closing his eyes as he blushed even more.

"You like Saaasha, don't you?" Jean sneered at him; but he knew deep down, he hoped he would say 'no' to that question.

The other opened his eyes wide and stammered, "I-I…don't tell anyone, Jean!" He laughed again. This man was way too inebriated for his own good. Bertholdt swiveled his hand towards his shot glass and filled it to the very brim with the clear alcohol.

Jean stopped him from drinking it and shook his head. "No, no. Save that one for Sasha!"

"Save what for me?" She entered through the doorway and shut the door with a loud bang that reverberated in Jean's drunk and hazy mind. "Bertholdt! I didn't know you'd be here too!" She looked away, hastily trying to button her blouse upwards. She walked up steadily towards the couch and tip-toed over the various chip bags and beer cans spewed sloppily down on the floor.

"Sasha!" Bertholdt pulled her onto the couch in a huge embrace and roughly tussled her hair, leaving it a bird's nest afterwards. She gave him a bizarre look and peered back at Jean, who was just pointing and sneering at her. Before she could speak, the tall man shoved a full shot glass towards her lips. "Drink! You need to catch up with us!" She couldn't protest and she reluctantly gulped down the shot that was held in his hand.

She coughed from the bitter taste, pursing her lips in disagreement. "Why the fuck are you guys drunk on a school night?"

Jean leaned closer to her. "Because it's your fault."

"How the fuck is this any of my fault?" Her face started to turn slightly pink from the alcohol.

"Because… Because you need more shots!" Bertholdt placed her more comfortably on his lap and leaned over to pour another shot for her.

"Wait, no! I'm serious, guys! We have early class tomorrow! I'm doing really bad in calc, so I have to g—!" He shoved another drink down her throat, as he laughed heartily. She gulped it down again, her face scrunching up in revulsion. "Bertholdt! Stop, I don't want to get a hangover tomorrow!"

Jean wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Just drink! Worry about school later and all that other stuff." He released his arm from her and banged his fist carelessly on the couch cushion. "More drinks for her, Bertholdt!"

The man nodded at his order and tipped over the large vodka bottle into her glass.

"I hate you guys!" Her cheeks flushed a deeper crimson as she drank another shot, her eyes shut tight from the awful taste.

Jean drowsily opened his eyes; he laid a hand on his head, his vision in front of him still indistinct. He sat in a slacken position on his love seat—the room was dark, except for the glaring television light. He was still pretty much intoxicated from the alcohol. He didn't know how much time passed, but the moon shined highly in the sky. He groaned as he tried to stand up from the seat.

"Bertholdt…" He heard a faint girl's whisper in the couch in front of him. He barely made out two silhouettes sprawled out onto the couch; it was still too hard to tell what was happening. Whatever it was, everything was too blurry for him to walk anymore. He collapsed near the two figures on the edge of the couch with a crash.

When he slowly opened his eyes again, he couldn't tell whether or not he was dreaming. Bertholdt unbuttoned Sasha's blouse while his lips violently sucked on her neck. Her eyes half-lidded, she panted in heavy breaths as his tongue travelled lower down her neck. She desperately clawed his huge back, pulling him closer to her heating body. As soon as her top was pulled apart by large hands, he lifted her bra upwards and started kissing her breasts and the soft skin around them.

Jean wanted to join in on the fun. With striding confidence, he loosened his belt and unzipped his jeans, pulling his boxers down along with it. He led himself near Sasha's blushing face and pulled her mouth near his erect cock. Grabbing her hair tightly in a fist, he brought her pink lips around his tip, his whole body growing more heated by the second. She instinctively held out a hand onto his shaft, stroking it up and down, while she swirled her tongue in a circling motion around his tip. The saliva from her tongue lubricated her strokes, causing Jean to anxiously buck more into her mouth.

Bertholdt looked upwards in surprise, but continued to make his way to her nipple, swirling and biting it with his tongue and teeth. She moaned a muffled noise, her other hand wrapping itself in Bertholdt's black hair, urging more from him. He trailed sweet kisses down to her navel and below, lightly sucking on her hipbone. His gentle grazes contrasted boldly against Jean's rough handlings, the latter vigorously pushing his entire penis in and out of her mouth. Her tongue traveled on his shaft with the tempo of his movements, causing his body to shiver in pleasure as he felt himself nearing. "Sasha…" he groaned out.

The tall man below lifted her skirt upwards, softly tracing her with his fingers above the panty, his other hand caressing her inner thigh. He brought his face down and licked her through the fabric, causing her to moan again around Jean's penis. The vibrations from her mouth made the ashen-haired man go crazy. He gripped her hair even harder than before and thrust his entire shaft into her, releasing his semen inside her mouth. He shut his eyes as he breathed out, "Sasha, swallow it all."

Having his entire cock in her, she felt a spurt of hot liquid shoot to the back of her mouth, her throat slightly gagging from the lack of air. Her lips still wrapped around him as she swallowed all of it—half-glazed eyes sensually looking straight up at him. He loosened his clasp on her hair and slid his penis from her hot, wet mouth.

He brought a finger to the edge of her lips and ordered, "Open your mouth wide so I can see that you swallowed everything." She complied and opened her mouth for him, heavy breathing accompanying her action. Jean chuckled, "Good girl. Was it tasty?"

As she was about to answer his question, she gasped in surprise. Bertholdt had pulled down her panty and was now licking briskly against her clit. She brought both her hands towards her mouth, legs twitching every time he toyed her with his tongue. Jean smirked and grabbed both her wrists and wrapped her arms above her head. She looked back in shock before shuddering in pleasure again.

The man under quickened his pace, massaging her inner thighs with his free hands. He traced the lips of her pussy and flicked the tiny bulb of her clit with the tip of his tongue, causing the brunette to shake with even more desire. Her chest heaved as she arched her back, her toes curling; she threw her head back and rolled her eyes upwards. "Bertholdt!" she piercingly screamed as she reached her climax. But even after she came, he continued to dab his tongue over her clit, causing the girl to breathe out, "Wait, stop! Bertholdt, it's too sensitive right now! Stop!" She grit her teeth, her arms trembling under Jean's grasp.

The tall man finally stopped after teasing her. He looked down at her and gripped his own belt and pants, eager to take them off. He quickly slipped them off along with his boxers, his penis incredibly erect, rubbing itself on Sasha's leg. They must have both thought the same thing, because she and Jean gasped when he saw how well-endowed he was. The tall man grabbed her arms away from Jean and pulled her towards him.

Bertholdt lifted her up towards his chest, pushing himself against the couch. Sasha straddled his lap and above his hard-on, which was rubbing her inner thighs and close to her entrance. Reluctantly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, his tip almost prodding her.

He breathed huskily in her ear, causing her to shudder. "Sasha…" His tip rubbed against her pussy lips.

"W-Wait, Bertholdt…" She leaned her head away from him, clutching his shoulders with shaky hands. "Are you sure you want to do it with me?" She bit her lips as his cock inched inside her.

"Yes, I'm sure," he whispered back at her.

She stammered, "I-I'm serious! You might regret it."

He wrapped his arms around her torso and pulled her close. Without saying anything, he pushed her down on himself, clenching his teeth when he did. Her eyebrows furrowed in pain and she propped her face into his neck, muffling her cry.

Bertholdt thrusted upwards into her, his whole penis wrapped around her tight walls. They panted heavily against each other, while they held each other.

Jean couldn't help but feel jealous as he watched them together. He approached behind Sasha and firmly grabbed onto her ass cheeks and spread them. She swung her head to the side in surprise. "Jean!"

He licked his lips, his mind in a foggy daze as he looked at her asshole. He lifted a leg onto the couch and centered himself, his growing cock rubbing between her buttocks.

"Wait, Jean! What do you think you're doing!?" Her lower body started shaking harder the more he rubbed.

"We should try something new." Jean lowered his penis to her opening, slowly pushing his way into her.

"No, no! Jean, stop! It hurts!" She flung her hands onto Bertholdt's back and forcefully pressed her nails deep into his skin. She pressed her forehead on his giant shoulder, trying to block out the pain behind her.

He grabbed her waist to keep him steady as he pushed entirely into her. He moaned—her asshole was so much tighter, the walls gripping him in a constricted vice. The girl underneath him shook in ache; glistening sweat rolled down her back, arms, and thighs, making her body shine under the dim lights of the living room.

Jean started moving. He slid in and out her tight asshole, not realizing his increasing speed made Sasha grit her teeth in agony. Bertholdt lifted her face with his hands and kissed her—their tongues instantly swirling amongst each other. They parted their lips and looked at the other's eyes, only to be locked in a kiss again.

Bertholdt bucked his hips upwards to reach deeper in her, eliciting a loving moan from the girl. The distressed pant from earlier soon became a plea, begging both of them to go harder and faster. The ashen-haired man looked at the other two people on the couch. Her arms wrapped around Bertholdt's neck and hands combed into his ruffled hair as they kissed fervently.

Jean felt envious and impulsively grabbed her unraveled hair into his fist, lifting her face away from the other man's. Forcing her face sideways, he violently crashed his lips onto hers. His tongue aggressively swirled around hers, saliva drooling down from her mouth. Not wanting to lose, Bertholdt thrusted into her with more vigor causing her to moan in Jean's kisses. The other man, in turn, grabbed her leg and pulled them upwards, allowing him to plunge deeper inside her ass.

"More! Please, harder!" She was almost screaming at this point. Both men complied and continued their heated movements, their actions creating sloppy noises from beneath.

The tall man beneath hastily grabbed her waist, clinging it tightly with his huge hands. He closed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows. "Sasha—I'm going to—!" Unable to last any longer, he pushed into her one final time before meeting his climax, his whole body shook as his hands gradually made their way onto the couch.

Jean continued to lunge into her, his finger now circling her clit. She gasped and wrapped her arms over Jean's shoulders behind her. Her whole body tensed when he brushed her clit a certain way—the tightness wrapped around his dick became even more compressing. He licked and sucked the back of her neck, tongue trailing and teeth lightly biting her skin. He knew he was getting close; the hand lifting her leg clasped excruciatingly tight and leaned his head against her back. He bit her skin painfully as he neared; he exploded inside her while continuing to thrust, his mind in a blissful daze.

He released his hold on her soon after; her body slacked on top of Bertholdt's body on the couch, who had already fallen into a deep sleep. Partially on his lap, she rested her head beneath the crook of his neck and shoulder. Jean collapsed as well, sitting drowsily next to the other two. Reaching for Sasha's hand, he wearily closed his eyes, the tip of his fingers barely touching the girl's.

Author's Notes:

Yay! Chapter 5! I'm sorry there's so much lemon; in this chapter, I was originally going to have them all pass out before they did anything sexual, but this way was more fun.

I will be busy this remaining week, as well as next week! Expect the next chapter to come out on the 30th! [FANIME COMING UP!]

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