Don't Get the Wrong Idea, I Just Want Sex
Cielle's Amour
JeanSasha; Hints of other pairings
6. Just a Foal
She clenched her eyes painfully before opening them unsteadily; the sunlight passing through the window curtains made her wince. She tried to bring her hand up to cover the bright sun from her sight, but lifting it was a whole lot more difficult than she remembered. With her arm trapped under a heavy body, the right side of her body panged harshly with numbness.
Sasha felt like she was going to vomit; her vision bleared in and out as she desperately attempted to scan her environment. She tried to shift the hefty weight over her, only to have him groan and roll on her even more. Black hair tickled her cheek, causing her to sway her face to the side.
After shuffling her body away and pulling her arm from the other's body, she plopped from the couch and onto the ground—face planted right on the cold carpet. Her mind swirled in discomfort, grabbing the side of her head with a hand. She barely heard her cellphone's alarm ring when she did; she wearily crawled to her bag and reached inside.
She finally grabbed her ringing cellphone and flipped it open. Her eyes widened when she realized what day and what time it was. She sighed and closed her eyes. The cold air in the room stung harshly against her body, and instinctively wrapped herself with her arms. She fixed her bra and buttoned up her blouse, along with her skirt. She couldn't find her panty anywhere, temporarily giving up with a pout.
She looked back at the couch at the two men, Jean's head now leaning against Bertholdt's shoulder, while they both slept half-nude in an awkward position. She giggled quietly at the scene, lifting her phone and setting it to camera mode. Trying to find the best angle and lighting, she spent a few minutes snapping for the best picture.
Jean grumbled incoherently and shifted his body as he raised his arm and wrapped it around the other man's torso. She completely forgot her body pains at this point. Sasha tried her best not to laugh too loudly, scared to wake up the sleeping boys. She took more pictures while she brought a hand to her mouth to cover the sound of amusement.
The ashen-haired man's eyes groggily opened, causing the girl to freeze in her action. He stared straight at her, his face blank. He slowly lifted himself from Bertholdt and looked downwards, then raised his face to the ceiling. "I must still be dreaming," he whispered. He crashed his head down against the cushion of the couch. She snapped more pictures.
He instantly opened his eyes again and glared at Sasha. He hopped off the couch and lunged at her—the crash made the table behind her shake, while the beer cans clattered noisily on it. The man on the couch slightly moved his body around, but lightly snored. Jean glowered at her with bloodshot eyes.
The look made her shrink in fear, but she shakily smiled. "G-Good morning, Jean! How are you doing? Lovely day, isn't it?" He swiped for her phone, but she quickly retracted it away from him.
"What pictures did you take, Sasha!?" He snarled closer to her face.
She nervously narrowed her eyes away from his face. "Um, just pictures of your apartment! Have I told you how nice your apartment is?" She laughed with a fake tone, clutching her phone behind her back.
He furrowed his eyebrows at that and roughly gripped her waist. "You're a horrible liar. Show me."
"Sure…" She was about to hand her phone over, but then she flipped her body around to escape, accidentally landing her elbow on his face. She hastily crawled on the ground away from him, until Jean tackled with his whole weight on her back, pinning her to the floor.
"Haha! I got you now, Sasha!" He almost grabbed her cellphone, until they both heard a low groan behind them. They looked at the couch; Bertholdt slowly rose up and rubbed his eye. He stared at them, Jean's naked hips clinging tightly on Sasha's backside—her skirt flipped over, revealing her buttocks.
Bertholdt closed his eyes and mumbled, "Must be having a bad dream." He lied back down and turned his body around towards the inside of the couch. The other two sighed in relief.
"I wonder if he remembers anything…" Sasha whispered.
Jean narrowed his eyes at her. "Are you hoping he would?"
She flushed light red. "No…I'd rather have him forget this whole thing." She propped a hand under her chin, while she peered at the giant body on the couch. Looking at his figure soothed her for some reason.
The man made a 'tch' sound under his breath. "Are you that worried whether or not you stole his virginity or something?"
"Mmm, I'm not sure. Maybe. I don't even know if he was even a virgin before."
Jean lifted himself from her and sat down on the ground, crossing his arms. "Seeing how reserved he is, he probably was." He reached for his boxers near him and clutched it in his hand. "He most likely doesn't mind though that you stole his virginity."
She looked at him. "What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing, go fix yourself." He grabbed the ends of her skirt and pulled them downwards. He stood up and lifted a leg through his boxers.
Confused at his statement, she dismissed it in the end. She found her panty under Jean's pants and slid them up her legs; the man leered at her.
"W-What?" She scrunched her face at him, disturbed that he was glaring at her so intently.
He brought a hand to his mouth and looked away. "Cute…" His cheeks blushed a fair pink.
She raised an eyebrow. "What's cute?" She looked downwards where his eyes were. "My cherry panty?"[1] After a few seconds, she realized that she was wearing such a childish design—her face turned a darker shade of red from embarrassment. She instantaneously lowered her skirt, hiding it. She yelled, "You idiot, don't look at that!" Her hands crumpled with the fabric as she pouted at him.
For some reason, Jean paused and observed her. His face flushed and shut his eyes as if he was in deep concentration. He finally spoke up, "You're really cute right now."
She pursed her lips at him. "Just right now? Thanks, I guess." She peered at him, but he was still staring at her; it started to creep her out. "Jean, are you sick?"
He reared his head away from her. "No, I'm fine, you stupid potato girl."
Her right eye twitched. "Ah, yeah! I'm so glad you called me that!" She crossed her arms, annoyed at the old nickname. She glared at the ground under her, ready for some of his classic retorts, but all she heard were light footsteps. She glanced back up, "Jean?"
He grabbed her wrist and bent down for a kiss. Their lips melded with each other's. It wasn't a lustful one; instead it was gentle and sweet, different from how they usually kiss. She pulled away from him. "Jean, I don't think sex right now is—"
He interrupted her, "Be quiet for a second." He leaned back to her pink lips and kissed her again. The sensation made her feel carefree. Her whole body slacked closer to his—her hand loosely gripped his shirt sleeve. She closed her eyes as she felt his tender lips fill her with warmth. They pulled away, his hand lightly tracing her dark brown hair.
"I like it when your hair is down." He twirled the ends with his fingers. "You have surprisingly beautiful long hair."
She couldn't process what he was saying; his romantic words sounded so foreign. Her mind blanked. "What are you saying, Jean?"
As if realizing what he just said, his eyes shifted away from her. "I-I…" He bit his bottom lip. "Sasha…" He looked straight into her eyes with his own. "I think I lo—"
A big yawn resonated within the room. Frightened and surprised, she quickly pushed Jean and stepped away from him, her body tensing up considerably. On the couch, Bertholdt held a hand to his mouth finishing his yawn. His eyes slowly opened and wearily looked at the two figures in front of him.
He smiled. "Good morning, you two." He glanced at Sasha, not even realizing he was half-naked. "Are you okay? Your face is red." He stood up from the couch and walked up to her. Still not aware that his nether was bare, he patted the top of her head. The girl's face heated up as her eyesight loomed straight at the appendage between his legs.
The other man growled in an irritated tone. He lifted a pair of boxers and pants sprawled on the ground and violently threw them at Bertholdt. "You're naked. Hurry up and get dressed." Jean grit his teeth in anger as he stuck a hand in his hair.
The tall man's face flushed and hurriedly turned away from both of them; he slid the boxers and pants up, zipping it up. He spun his body towards them and gasped. "Why was I half naked?"
Both Sasha and Jean went silent.
He forgot everything that transpired last night; she couldn't even take a glimpse at him. She peeked at Jean, who also struggled to keep his own mouth shut.
She finally spoke up, "Bertholdt. The truth is…" She gulped, a heavy knot fraught to settle down. "You had sex with… Jean."
The ashen-haired man reared his whole body towards her. "What!?"
Bertholdt looked at her with a blank expression, his frame frozen.
She continued, "I walked into Jean's apartment last night to get my cardigan, and right when I came in…BAM! You guys were giving each other head like there was no tomorrow."
Jean hastily walked towards both of them, his eyes wide. "Bertholdt! That's not what happened! You actually had sex with S—!" She grabbed his arm sleeve and yanked it. Not now, please don't tell him. Sasha's eyes loomed with a hint of grief and desperation towards him.
He paused. He sighed and placed a hand over his eyes. "Yes, I'm sorry Bertholdt, but you and I… we did… things."
The tall man fell back tiredly onto the couch. "How far… did we go?"
Jean looked back towards the girl with a glare. "Yes, Sasha. How far did we go?"
She fidgeted. "Ah well, you know… just blowjobs, that's all!" Bertholdt's face still drooped, his mouth into a heavy frown. Sasha sat next to him on the couch and reached upwards to pet his head. "That's okay, maybe this won't change anything. I mean, unless you want to be gay. That's fine too." She didn't realize it, but she drooled a bit from perverted thoughts.
Jean peered at her with a disgusted look. "Don't get so excited, Sasha."
She stuck her tongue out at him. Right when she was about to speak again, her cellphone vibrated harshly in her bag. She leaned over towards the side of the couch to reach for it, her skirt slightly lifting to show her cherry panty. Still in the same position, she flipped her phone open and answered, "Hello?"
"Yo, Sasha! Why didn't you come to class?" Connie's voice was stern. "You were the one who told me that we should go to every lecture!"
"I'm so sorry! I overslept! You don't mind if I borrow your notes, do you?" She heard some shuffling through the phone.
"Hey, this is Reiner. You're still coming to judo, right?"
"Yah, I will! Um, what should I wear?" She suddenly felt someone tug her skirt downwards, causing her to spin her head around. "Wha—" Jean's hand clenched tightly on the fabric as he glared straight at Bertholdt, whose face was flushed red.
"Sasha? Are you still there?"
"Oh! Sorry, what did you say?" She asked as she felt Jean release her skirt and sit between her and the other man on the couch.
"I said that it was okay for you to wear a comfortable t-shirt and gym shorts. You can borrow a judo gi from us."
"O-Oh okay! Thank you, Reiner!"
"I'll pass the phone back to Connie." There was more shuffling before she heard a different voice.
Connie said through the phone, "Sash, I'll meet you at Judo club. Apparently it's at Rose Gym room 232. Don't forget!" She said 'bye' to him before flipping shut her phone.
She turned towards the two men who were sitting uncomfortably in silence. Jean's arms were crossed, while Bertholdt was sitting patiently twiddling his thumbs. She had to break this unbearable atmosphere. "So, guys. Let's just forget everything that happened here last night, yah?"
The tall man nodded and slowly stood up. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his head. "T-Thank you for letting me stay here, Jean."
The other just narrowed his eyes at that. "No problem, I guess." He walked Bertholdt to the door, with Sasha following along behind them.
The raven-haired man glanced at her. "Do you need me to walk you back to your apartment?" His large fingers brushed aside the messy tresses of her hair and tucked them behind her ear as he smiled.
Before Sasha could respond, Jean stomped up towards him. "No. I'm going to tutor her right now, so she's staying." He opened the door for the other man. "We'll see you later at Judo club tonight." Bertholdt nodded and waved a goodbye to both of them, leaving a forlorn look at Sasha before walking down the stairs of the apartment complex. Jean closed the door and sighed.
The girl placed her hands on her hips. "Are you really going to tutor me or was that an excuse for Bert not to walk me?"
He grabbed her wrist. "Just—come to my bedroom right now."
"Jean! What is up with you today?" But she complied and followed him to his bedroom. As soon as he closed the door behind them, he grabbed the sides of her face and brushed her loose hair aside. She didn't know what was wrong with him; this situation was more difficult for her to interpret, since he's never acted this strange before. "Jean." She grabbed the hands that were still cupping her cheeks. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"
He scrunched his face at the question and frowned at her. He leaned down towards her and kissed the top of her forehead, leaving Sasha even more confused than before. "I don't know." They stared at each other. "Can I ask you something though?"
She held her breath. What did he want that's making him so nervous? "Yah, what is it?"
"Are you sure you like Reiner?"
She didn't know how to respond. She muttered, "Well, I don't not like him, but I'm pretty sure that's not the answer you're looking for."
"I meant, do you really want to be his girlfriend?"
"I…" She couldn't think straight anymore. Jean being this serious about her relationships was unnerving to her at the least. Did she really want to go out with Reiner? She asked herself this in her head over and over again. "…I don't know." Her uncertainty teetered. She's never been too proactive in finding a relationship, but at the same time, she thought it wouldn't be such a bad thing either.
"'I don't know' isn't an answer, Sasha." He took a breath. "Do you like Bertholdt?"
"Why are you even asking that?"
"Just answer me!" He shot her a look of frustration.
She pulled his hands away from her face. "Why are you being so forceful?" She needed to know. In the past month and a half, he's never cared too much about her affairs: he would act aloof towards her, he wouldn't exactly take her out on dates, and he would try to catch other girls' attentions. But now…
"I love you."
What did he say? Her whole mind glazed over. He didn't actually love her, did he? She sputtered, "You're confused…"
"No, I'm not," he said as he wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her into an embrace. "I swear I'm not."
"Jean!" She yelled unintentionally. "Don't even fucking joke with me!" The front of her face was wedged in front of his thick chest, her hair falling downwards as she gripped his shirt with shaking fingers. "You don't actually love me…"
"What can I do to prove it to you?" He clutched her closer.
Sasha couldn't believe any of his words; no person goes from being indifferent to being smitten in such a short amount of time. That's right—no one can. The only reason why Jean was acting this way was because Reiner and Bertholdt had been around her, and it was making him feel jealous. If girls started asking him out, he wouldn't have considered staying with her for even a split second more.
"Nothing," she whispered. She pushed him away from her and stepped back. "You're just jealous. You don't love me."
He didn't respond.
"Jean." She smiled as small droplets of tears slipped down her cheeks. "We both need to think." Her mind was as clear as air. "I hope we can still stay as friends even if we do end up going out with other people." She raised her arm sleeve to wipe the tears away.
His arms dropped to his sides and bitterly smiled as well. "Yah, I hope we do." He reached out to fix her bangs and swept them cleanly to the side. "A-Ah, you know… do you want to do it one last time before you start officially going out with Reiner?"
She stayed silent. She wanted to; even if Jean's words of his love for her were false, she still wanted to. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in with a kiss. He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her in deeper.
They stayed like that for a long while. With their eyes closed, their lips touched each other softly, relishing in the gentle feeling. Jean placed his hand under her legs and behind her back, and flipped her upwards into a bridal-style hold. She yelped in surprise and clasped around his neck for support. Feeling embarrassed, she hid her face into the crook of his neck, while he walked over to his bed.
He gradually laid her down and bent down to kiss her neck. His hands reached up to unbutton her blouse, while she wrapped her legs around his lower torso. He opened the blouse open, helping her slip out of it; he then skillfully unlatched the back hooks of her bra in one swift motion, letting it slide past her shoulders.
She giggled. "I'm always really surprised that you can do that."
He grinned at her. "Quiet, you. I learned a lot from you and I've always been a fast learner." He bent down to kiss her again. They both opened their mouths, tongues swirling inside causing their bodies to heat up. She gasped into his mouth when she felt a bulge from his pants poking her upper thigh.
She clawed his shirt, helping him pull it over his head and throwing it carelessly onto the floor. He unzipped the side of her ruffled skirt and pulled them down along with her panty; she felt incredibly eager from this and sat up to tug at his pants. He helped her unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down—he slid out of them with his boxers, leaving both him and her bare naked.
His body towered above hers as she lied flat on his bed. "Sasha, you really are beautiful."
She flushed red. "T-Thank you, Jean." She lifted a hand to his cheek. "You're really handsome. Extremely good-looking even though you're a bit mean."
He narrowed his eyes at her, but smirked anyways. "You could've just said that first part, not the second." He lowered himself to her neck and planted kisses downwards.
She moaned as he made his way to her breasts, his tongue tracing the edge of her nipple and his hand cupping her other breast. His thumb circled and caressed her nipple, hardening under his touch. His other hand reached up to her own and intertwined their fingers together. Sasha closed her eyes as she felt his light touches on her naked body.
"I really like this…" she whispered.
He lifted his head up. "Like what?"
She slightly opened her eyes in a half-lidded gaze. "This." She tightened her fingers with his and combed his hair with her other hand. "I like it when we're gentle with each other."
He chuckled and responded, "It is a nice change of pace."
She sighed as she felt her eyes tearing. "This may seem a little selfish," she choked before continuing, "but if by any chance, if neither of us is in a relationship, can we do this again?"
He lifted himself up to see her at eye level. "To tell you the truth, I'd prefer it if we still continued this…" He scrunched up his face. "You know, as in… you don't go out with Reiner?"
She bit her bottom lip. "We might need some time away from each other…" Her mind felt heavy. "…Like I said, we should think things through." Usually, Jean was the more level-headed one of the two, but this time, she knew he wasn't in the most composed situation at the moment. She felt like she had to make the decision—she thought that if they continued this relationship, he would regret it. Because he didn't actually love her, he was only jealous.
The ashen-haired man wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his head on her breasts. "I know," he said with muffled words. She felt warm tears fall on her chest.
Seeing him like this made her cry as well, her own tears slipping by to the bed sheets. She sat up on the bed, pulling his body up with hers.
"Please, don't cry." She sniffled her nose as more tears streamed by. "You're making me cry too!"
He laughed quietly. "You're such a crybaby."
"You are too."
They snickered and placed their foreheads together. After a while, they started kissing again and touching each other's bodies. At that moment, Sasha forgot what they were crying about and indulged herself to him.
He laid her down and caressed all of her body with his lips and hands. She spread her legs open, eager for him to enter her; he grabbed his penis to guide himself to her. After he found her opening, he pushed in slowly into her, causing the girl beneath to squirm and moan heavily. He gasped for air as he intertwined both her hands with his, fingers locked tightly together. She felt mesmerized—the tender love-making made her feel like she was on clouds.
With a rhythmic pace, he relaxed his body and reached down to join lips with her. Their tongues swirled within their mouths, bodies flushing red from the heat. She wrapped her legs around him as she felt him thrust his hips faster—her loins feeling a desirable pressure from him reaching deep inside her.
"Sasha…" He gripped her hands tighter and groaned into her neck. She felt his whole body tense up; with her own body feeling the weight, she moved her hips along with his. Her vision went hazy as she tried to focus solely on the pleasure. The sweat forming from their bodies only added to the intensity—their hair stuck untidily to the sides of their faces as their breathed puffs of hot air. All she wanted was more of him.
Jean… I love you. She made sure this wouldn't slip out of her mouth. She didn't want to confuse him even more, so she said it to herself.
Their passions continued, both their paces picking up. They continuously moaned each other's names; they gripped each other as they felt the increased yearning for their bodies. The sentiment of romantic feelings behind this made the sex even more incredible—it was something Sasha had always wanted.
Jean was at his limit. "I'm going to—!" He bit her neck, forcing a strangled, yet desired, cry from the girl. Their lower bodies strained considerably, pushing down on each other as they felt their orgasm approaching. He gripped excruciatingly tight on her as he thrust into her one last time before collapsing on her. She felt the wave of heat gush inside her as she exasperatedly slacked under him. Jean rolled away from her and lied next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
"I love you, Sasha." He closed his eyes and fell into an immediate deep sleep. She sat up on the bed and fixed the bangs on his forehead. She stared at his peaceful face before kissing him on the cheek.
"I love you, too."
Notes:
[1] Cherry panty: Because it's both food and cute! And also although having a potato-print panty is more fitting, that's just odd. Like if you saw it in real life, you wouldn't think they were potato, you would think they're… ovals, of sort.
Author's Notes:
Let me just start off by saying that I was originally going to have these two go at it with angry sex, and then I thought, "No, wait. It might be time for the relationship to be heading to a more somber note." Welp, sad sex.
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