Don't Get the Wrong Idea, I Just Want Sex
Cielle's Amour
JeanSasha; Hints of other pairings [ReiSasha in this chapter]

8. Knight in Shining Armor

Large fingers gently caressed the sides of her waist, every touch burning hotly. She clung tightly around his shoulders and brought her face to his blonde hair. She whimpered in pleasure near his ear as she felt his huge muscles collide against her body in a heated frenzy. Sweat stuck to their bodies as they gripped closer to each other, gasping out tepid puffs of breath. The room filled with moans as the bed under squeaked incessantly.

Their lips closed on to each other; the man's tongue slipped through in such fervor that made her whole body shiver. Her own tongue played with his, swirling around it as their bodies under mashed together in a repetitive motion. Their mouths parted and continued to groan.

The muscular man grabbed her ass cheeks with such brute force that made the girl yelp in surprise. It was such a pleasurable sting, though—it made her mind blank as he gripped harder. He slammed into her with an increasing rapid pace, her fingernails digging into his back.

She felt herself nearing—the man's thrusts drove her crazy; her whole body tingled with a numbing sensation that made her own hips match his erratic rhythm. She arched her back, her hands gripping harshly onto his shoulders as she felt him grow even bigger inside her.

"R-Reiner!"

She woke with a jolt. Sasha sat up on the bed, her wide brown eyes hurriedly scanning the room around her. Jean's room. She leaned over to her side and glanced at the ashen-haired man sprawled out on the bed, the blanket loosely over one side of his body, while the other side was exposed to the air.

She let out a sigh. As she brought her hand to wipe the bangs from her eyes, she found her whole face covered in sweat. Disgusted, she slowly hopped off the bed to head to the restroom, careful not to wake the man up. A hand grabbed her wrist.

"Mm… Sasha, where are you going?"

She twirled around in shock, a half-awake Jean drowsily looking up at her. "Um, I'm just going to the bathroom, that's all…"

His grip slackened and his eyes slowly closed as he murmured, "Okay… I thought you were going to leave me… again…" She stood silent at his words—again? Jean's hand dropped over the side of the bed and he fell back into a deep sleep. The brunette smiled and softly patted the top of his head before heading off into the restroom.

The summer room air met with her naked skin, save for her panty, as she entered into the room. She reached over to see herself closer in the mirror, the cold sink panging harshly against her skin, giving her goosebumps. She looked like a mess—her dark brown hair stuck in disarray from all the sweat glistening from her forehead; the bottom of her eyes had significantly darkened, eye bags emphasized from the bathroom lighting.

Nothing I can do about the eye bags, she thought regrettably. She twisted the faucet on and brought her hands into the chilling water, and then splashed it on her face. The water continued flowing around in the sink and into the hole, creating the sound of drainage within the pipes. Sasha just stood there for a minute with her head leaned downwards. Her heart dropped just as the water swirled downwards in the sink basin.

She missed Reiner.

Eggs, toast, jam, bacon, ham, sausage, cereal, and orange juice. She nodded to herself in satisfaction and grinned widely. She set herself to wake up early in the morning, ready to surprise her boyfriend with a hearty breakfast. "Yup, Reiner is totally gonna love this!"

"What is he going to love?"

She immediately hid the food with her arms sprawled outwards, until she realized it was just her tall friend. "Oh, Bertl! God, you scared me there!" Sasha relaxed her guard and laughed awkwardly.

He chuckled back and walked closer to where she stood. "So, what's going on?"

"I-oh…" She felt her cheeks heat up. For some reason, it was incredibly embarrassing to tell someone that she cooked for her boyfriend.

He leaned over her easily and peered at the prepared food on the kitchen counter. "That smells and looks really good, Sasha!" He gave her a passive smile and pet her head, as if praising her.

She couldn't help but feel elated every time he stroked her head like this. If she had a tail, it would be wagging from his soft touch. She cheerfully spoke, "Thank you, Bertl! I worked hard to make this for Reiner—"

His hand froze. She looked upwards at him, confused at the sudden stop. The tall man bitterly smiled and patted her head for a last time before lifting it off. "I'm sure Reiner will enjoy your cooking."

"Y-Yah…" She couldn't explain it, but she had the gut feeling that she shouldn't have said it was for him. "U-Um, I made some for you too, by the way…" She twiddled her thumbs, while looking upwards with a grin. She secretly hoped he would pet her again.

His hand was close to landing on her head—she could see that. But the hand immediately pulled away when they both heard Reiner bellow out, "Good moooorning!" The blonde walked into the living room next to the kitchen segment with a yawn. He came in topless; his huge muscles bulged on his chest and arms as he stretched. Sasha couldn't take her eyes off of him. She's never seen such a hulking physique half-naked so close to her before now—and she was enjoying it. It was hard to remember what she was doing in the kitchen, as well as resisting the urge to give her body to him right away in his bedroom. She shifted her eyes to the ground and to her boyfriend back and forth in anxiousness.

"G-Good morning," she stuttered. "I made b-breakfast for all of us." As she said this, she laid down plates on the dining table, embarrassed and nervous. She was scared that he wouldn't be impressed.

His jaw dropped. "This is amazing, babe!" He immediately sat down on the chair with excitement. "So that's why you woke up so early!"

"Thanks!" Her heart pounded; she let out a sigh of relief. "Bertl, go sit down! I'll bring all the plates to the table."

"Oh no no, I'll help you bring the food," Bertholdt said as he grabbed a couple of the plates.

"You really don't have to!" But he was already helping; there was nothing she can do at that point. "…Thanks, Bertl." She smiled sweetly at him, causing the other to blush.

Reiner had a hand propped under his chin. "If you guys act that cute with each other, then I might get really jealous."

"H-Hah, no way…" Bertholdt murmured as he sat down on a chair, face still fairly pink.

The muscular man leaned over and patted the other's shoulder with a hand. "Yah, yah! I know how much you like Annie anyways!" He laughed away and urged Sasha to sit down with a wave of his hand. "Come on, let's eat, babe!"

She forced a smile at the mention of Bertholdt's crush on Annie. Her heart dropped—a pit of guilt, but as well as jealousy. Sasha laughed nervously when she sat down, watching Reiner tease his best friend. She couldn't shake out her responsibility over the tall man's virginity; she would just have to keep it a secret.

"What's wrong, Sasha?" Her boyfriend asked after he took a drink of his orange juice. "You started frowning all of a sudden."

"It's nothing!" she blurted out. She brought her hand to the fork and shoveled a sausage into her mouth.

He laughed. "You're cute," he said. He leaned over and kissed her forehead; he stroked her cheek and then continued eating the rest of his breakfast. "The food is really good."

Sasha felt extremely giddy inside. "Thank you… sweetie." She was nervous calling him by such a corny pet name, but at the same time, it made her feel warm. The brunette turned over to Bertholdt to ask him how he liked the food, but his face was turned away from them. He was looking out the window, slowly eating the toast in his hand. "Bertl…? How is it?"

"Hm?" He turned towards her, toast in his mouth. He swallowed the rest of it and grinned. "It's delicious, Sasha. Thank you for cooking this breakfast." He lifted his hand over her head.

Please pet me.

But then he stopped when he realized Reiner was watching them. He placed his hand down on the fork and swept up the ham on his plate.

Reiner laughed and leaned over to his girlfriend's side to kiss her on the lips. She closed her eyes for a second before opening it to see Bertholdt staring out the window again.

Their fingers interlocked as they lied together on the towel on the beach. The waves clashed against the sand in a soothing motion; the moon reflected against the ocean, while the lighthouse in the distance flashed a soft red in repetition.

His large muscles embraced her in a hug, pushing her down against the bumpy sand ground. It was only mildly uncomfortable, so she didn't mind it all too much. She brought her own arms over his shoulders, crashing her lips onto his. It was a heating kiss—their lips sucking on each other's tongues.

The cold beach wind contrasted against her warm body and she wanted more from Reiner. "I-I want…" She pushed him and flipped him around—his back now on the towel. The brunette pulled his swim trunks down from his hips, his huge erect cock standing upright. "I want to suck you."

He chuckled and brought a hand to the top of her head. "That's very proactive of you, Sasha." He placed a thumb to her lips, the tip of it sliding in between her lips in and out. "Can you use your boobs while you give me a blowjob?"

She flushed a deep red while she untied her bikini top. She leaned downwards and grabbed his penis, placing it between her breasts; she pushed the sides of her breasts to squeeze down on him. "L-Like this?" She bent her head downwards, swirling the tip with her tongue.

"Y-Yah," he groaned. "That feels really good…" He instinctively jerked upwards to meet the inside of her mouth. She gasped in surprise when his huge penis slid in and out of her mouth, the hands on her breasts trying to move to the rhythm of his bucking.

Her tongue swirled up and down on him; she felt his cock grow larger in her mouth, her own movements becoming quicker, urging her boyfriend to come. She let out a muffled moan as she closed her eyes in pleasure. His muscles tensed under her, his hand gripping her hair forcefully.

"Sasha! I'm gonna c—!"

She woke up, her dark brown hair sticking to the sides of her face. She looked around the room frantically, her eyes wide. She looked over to her side—Jean's hand was clumsily inside her over-sized shirt, groping a breast. He snored lightly next to her, his other arm wrapped under Sasha's shoulders.

She groaned. Dreaming about Reiner over the past weeks made her whole mind depressed. All she could think about was him, and the way they separated was harder on her. She shuffled her body around, digging her face into Jean's chest.

"What's wrong?" she heard the man above her mumble.

She tried to sound happy. "Nothing, go to sleep." She forced a laugh and lightly kissed him on the neck.

He pulled her closer to him with a hug. "Okay…" He drifted to sleep again, leaving Sasha awake and lonely.

"Hey, Jean, check it out!" Connie nudged Jean with his shoulder.

"Geez, what the fuck is it?" He furiously asked the shorter man. Sasha looked at them with an inquisitive look, a sandwich in her hand.

Connie pointed towards a direction behind the brunette—his face obviously over-excited about something in particular. "It's Christa."

"And?" Jean rolled his eyes and picked up his sandwich.

"And she's alone."

"Yah, so?" He brought the sandwich to his mouth and bit into it.

The other man raised an eyebrow towards his reaction. "Dude, I thought we had that whole Christa deal."

"I got bored," Jean said as he chewed a bit of ham and bread in his mouth.

Connie lightly patted a hand on his shoulder and smirked. "Well, okay… but we still shook on the bet. If she says yes, then you'll have to do what I say for a day."

"Fine, fine! Just go ask her out already!" His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance while he tried to finish his sandwich. Sasha stared at him; he's so indifferent towards Christa now.

"You're sooo going to regret that." Connie hopped off the bench seat and glided his way towards the petite blonde girl. The brunette adjusted herself on the seat to see her best friend interact with the girl, and then turned back around to face Jean.

"You're okay with this?" She asked as she wiped her fingers with a napkin.

He waved a hand in front of his face and chuckled. "Do you honestly think Christa's going to say 'yes'?" Jean grabbed his water bottle and unscrewed the cap.

Sasha went silent; she already expected Connie to get rejected. And as it turned out, the shaven man walked back to the table with a defeated look on his face.

Jean snickered. "I'm assuming everything went well?"

The short man punched his shoulder. "You fuckin' asshole! No, it didn't go well!" He pushed him on the bench, sitting next to him with a pout on his face. "Well, it's your turn, Kirschstein."

"Not interested." He took a drink from his water bottle and set it down next to the sandwich wrapping.

"You stupid ass," Connie mumbled under his breath. "Don't be afraid of rejection."

"I'm really not interested." Jean placed a palm on the bottom of his chin, an aggravated look on his face. Sasha couldn't help but feel that guilty despair again. Did he refuse to ask Christa out because of her? Was she holding him back?

The brunette spoke up, "Jean, aren't you curious of her answer, though?" She tried to give her most upbeat laugh. "Come on, when's the last time you had a girlfriend, huh, huh, huh?" With every 'huh,' she poked him on the shoulder teasingly. Connie joined in with the poking, laughing alongside Sasha.

Jean slapped their fingers away and stood up. "Fine, I'll go! God, you two are annoying." Sasha saw him leave with his hands in his pockets, his figure making its way to Christa. She did feel jealous, but it wasn't fair of her to keep him all to herself. Besides, they were only friends with benefits and nothing more.

Connie was talking to her, but she only paid attention to half of what he was saying. Her mind blanked in and out from her own thoughts, thinking about Reiner. All these memories of him were taking a toll on her and she just wanted it to stop.

She heard multiple footsteps behind her; she turned around in surprise as she looked upwards at Jean, Christa, and Ymir. "Oh, hi guys!" Sasha exclaimed trying to hide her gloom.

The blonde girl smiled sweetly and Ymir wrapped an arm around the brunette. Ymir pinched her cheek. "You'll never guess what this fucker here was trying to do!" She pointed at Jean with her thumb, while he just snarled at her.

Connie laughed with her. "Yah I know, he went to go ask Christa out like an idiot."

Jean slammed his palms on the wooden table. "Hey, hey, hey! First of all, you asked her out before I did. Second of all, you bothered me to ask her out!"

The tall woman made a 'tch' sound. "Sasha, keep your boys in line!"

But her mind blanked at that point. She gazed out at the distance where she found a familiar large, blonde figure walking on the sidewalk. Her eyes glazed over and she couldn't hear what the others were saying anymore. Her heart dropped into a pit. Her whole body fell numb.

Reiner was holding hands with another girl, walking and laughing with each other.

She needed to get out of there. She felt weak; all her hard work of concealing her depression would fall apart in front of everybody. She feebly pushed herself up with wobbly legs. She concentrated hard on her tone of voice, "I just remembered…" Her smile was shaky. "…I need to get back home to call my dad."

Before anyone could respond, she clutched her bag and ran. She had to get out of there before any one of them saw her cry. The tears just kept pouring and her vision became blurry. Damn him, how could he have gotten another girlfriend so soon? But it's been over a month, it's reasonable. Even she turned to Jean after they broke up. She felt deplorable.

How long had she been running for? Her knees felt weak and she was out of breath. She finally made her way back to her apartment stairs. She smeared her face with her arm and breathed heavily in pants and gasps. But more tears just streamed down, her nose stuffing up from all the crying.

"Hey." She heard a familiar voice and looked upwards. Jean had an arm propped on the staircase railing and a hand in a pocket.

She yelled in surprise, "How did you get here before I did!?" She was still partially heaving from running away so quickly.

He walked up to her and lightly tapped her on the head. "You really are an idiot. When you ran off, we watched you for a good five minutes running around a whole block and then bee-lining to somewhere else."

"Ah, that's so embarrassing!" She hid her face with her hands.

"Come on," she heard him say, "Let's get into your apartment and then you're going to tell me what's going on."

"Nothing's going on." She had to hide it from him. She didn't want to cause trouble for anyone else, especially not for Jean.

"Yah, your puffy eyes and snot says it all." He grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs. She quickly wiped her nose with her other arm and followed him. Jean's hand was warm—it gave her a sense of comfort and the thoughts about Reiner vanished for a second. She wanted to stay like this forever.

After she unlocked her apartment door, they entered inside and took off their shoes. Jean turned to her suddenly. "Sasha, you're going to tell me what's been bothering you these past few weeks."

"W-What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb with me!" His voice became a little too loud for her comfort. He cleared his throat and started speaking at a reasonable volume. "I've noticed you've been… crying at night."

"You're wrong! It's just laughing! You know how sometimes it's hard to tell when a person is either laughing or crying? Well, I was actually just laughing! Ha ha! See?" She sounded so stupid; she knew he wasn't buying it either.

"It's Reiner, isn't it?" He knew already, she thought. There's no use in hiding it now.

"Yah, it is! So what?" The edge of her eyes started watering again. "There's nothing I can do about it anyways." Her lips trembled as more salty tears came streaming down. I can't stop crying, she thought, completely irritated at herself.

He pushed himself against her body, stroking the back of her ponytail with his hand. He kissed the top of her forehead; it reminded her of Reiner when he would do that, but this was different—she felt more satisfied when Jean did it. Her whole body became light. Tears continued to stream down her face, but she felt happy with the warmth.

"Hey, hey. Don't cry." He sounded completely calm in this situation. "You know, you look super cute when you laugh. I mean, that's the only time you look cute." His smirk made her content.

"You're such an asshole," she said. The edges of her lips turned upwards into a smile. "Thank you."

"No problem. I would do anything to see you happy, Sasha."

Author's Notes:

My sleep schedule is out of whack. Next chapter might be shorter; I've gotta pack up my stuff and move out of my old apartment!

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