Don't Get the Wrong Idea, I Just Want Sex
Cielle's Amour
JeanSasha; Hints of other pairings
9. Perfect Princess
Poke, poke. He swatted the hand away from his face and turned his body around on the bed.
Scratch, scratch. Nails glided harshly against his pale skin, leaving a trail of red lines on his back.
"What, Sasha?" he reared his face towards her. She continued to scratch him, a frown on her face.
"Nothing, I'm bored," she replied. "Let's do something."
He huffed at her in irritation. "It's too early to do anything." He squinted his eyes towards the window—the sun barely starting to make its way up. "Just stop scratching me and come cuddle with me some more."
"That's boring." She started poking the undersides of Jean's arm, her long nails stabbing him.
"What is the matter with you?" He flipped his body around knocking her hands out of the way. "Stop acting like a kid. I'm too grumpy and sleepy right now to deal with this."
"I'm bored." She slurred the last word, tussling the man's bed hair vigorously with a hand.
He rolled his eyes. "Fine." The best way to get Sasha tired was to fuck her brains out. He groggily sat up on the bed, eager to fall back to sleep after this.
He leaned over to her face, cupping the bottom of her chin with his hand. He sloppily kissed her, his tongue slipping past her parted lips. Jean's hand hovered over her panty, rubbing through the fabric. Then he slumped forward on top of her.
"Hey, Jean!"
His head jerked back in surprise, drool dripping from his mouth. "W-Wha?"
"At least don't fall asleep when you're gonna initiate it." He saw her face turn into a scowl.
"Sorry… I just can't do this right now." He slowly climbed off of her and plopped his head onto the pillow. "Wake me up in a few hours and then I'll give you the best sex."
Her cheeks ballooned to a pout, narrowing her eyes in dismay.
"Don't give me that face, Sasha." Peering at her with half-lidded eyes, he yawned and rotated his body around.
After he got comfortable inside the blanket covers, he felt the girl shift around restlessly. She bounced up from the bed, yelling something at him he couldn't quite comprehend. Pretending to hear her, he waved a hand at her and drowsily replied, "Mmhmm."
He heard a rustling of clothes and what he assumed to be Sasha's footsteps stamping on the wooden floor. He didn't care at that moment; he was way too damn tired.
Jean woke up with a start, Sasha's pillow clutched tightly in his arms. He looked around the room; the whole entire apartment was eerily silent. "Sasha?" he called out.
After climbing off the bed, he grabbed his clothes and cellphone. 1PM. He really slept for a while, didn't he? Jean walked out of the bedroom to an empty living room and kitchen. She wasn't in the restroom either. He scratched the back of his head in confusion and raised an eyebrow. Where is that damn girl?
He let out a breath of annoyance. Sasha is a horrible host. Right when he was about to turn the knob on the front door, it slammed open hitting him square on the temple of his forehead. He buckled to the floor from the force, knees coming in contact with hard wooden floor. A blaring headache came onto him and numbness travelled throughout his whole body, tears instinctively gathering at the corner of his eyes. "Ah, fuck!" he yelled as he grabbed his forehead with both his hands.
"Whoa! What happened to you?"
Jean peered over at his side, a surprised Sasha kneeling next to him. Irritated, he yelled at her, "Goddamn, what does it look like?" He keeled over in pain again.
"Um, you have a really bad headache?" she asked clueless. This girl.
"No, you fucking dumbass! You hit me when you opened the door!"
She placed her hands on her waist and gave him a dirty look. "Hey! Who the fuck stands around in front of the door like that in the first place?"
"Ugh, just be quiet for a second." He wearily stood upright, walking to the couch. The pain started to subside until he bumped his face onto something hard again. "What the fuck?" His left eye twitched as he glared upwards to a familiar face.
"By the way, I happened to see Bertl while I was out, so I invited him here to hang out."
The tall man smiled uneasily. "Hey, Jean."
"Hey." He was not pleased. Not at all. It was probably because he knew Bertholdt has a crush on Sasha, or perhaps it was because he had a devil's three-way with him almost a year ago. Either way, he felt a bit too awkward to be around him.
The tall man must have noticed how uncomfortable Jean was, because Bertholdt walked away from him and picked up some plastic bags in front of Sasha. "Where should I put this?" he asked.
"Oh, can you just put them on the kitchen counter over there?" She pointed over, beaming with a genuine smile. Jean grit his teeth in agitation. Oh, she had to be so much nicer to Bertholdt than to him. Wow, this felt like déjà vu.
"Well, I should be going. I wouldn't want to intrude in your guys' time." Jean turned towards the door as he said that, his face obviously disgruntled.
"What are you saying? Stop being so sour." Sasha brought the rest of the plastic bags to the kitchen counter as she said that. "We brought some food for you to eat."
"You can go ahead and eat it." Everything about this irked him. "Just have fun with Bertholdt instead," he blurted out.
Sasha raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with you? You're never like this when Connie comes over."
"Whatever…" Jean murmured. He didn't want to deal with this right now.
Bertholdt nervously spoke, "Maybe, I should leave…"
"No, Bertl. It's not your fault." She sighed, tucking her side bangs past her ear. "It's Jean who's acting like a little kid."
Jean quickly put his sneakers on and angrily shoved his wallet and keys in his pockets. "Fuck it. I'm out." He opened the door and stomped out. He closed it behind in such an irate manner that it slammed with a loud boom.
Who needs that girl anyways? He trudged down the stairs, each step making a clanging sound. He wanted to get back to his apartment and forget about this whole dumb thing.
While walking down the streets, he became increasingly infuriated. He knew he shouldn't have left those two alone in the apartment. Bertholdt would make a move on her—he was damn sure of it. Jean shrugged it off; he shouldn't care.
But he did.
"Goddammit!" he yelled, kicking a modest-sized stone off the ground.
"Ow!"
He looked up to the source of the voice. A familiar blonde girl rubbed the side of her leg with her hand, a small red spot imprinted on her skin. With her eyebrows furrowed, her mouth twisted to a scowl, her teeth grit and eyes narrowed to a glare. She didn't look like her usual…graceful self; this wasn't exactly the petite girl he was used to seeing. For some reason, it made him peculiarly uncomfortable.
"Christa?" He peered over at her side.
Her head reared upwards. "Oh, Jean!" She straightened herself up, ruffling down her pleated skirt in a proper manner. "How are you doing?" She smiled brightly, as if she glowed.
"I'm fine." He paused, scanning the newly formed bruise on her leg. "You okay there?"
She twisted her leg to see the bruise more clearly. "Yah, um… I guess a rock out of nowhere just hit me? I'm not sure, but now I'm too embarrassed to be seen with this bruise." She laughed nervously, fixing her skirt again.
Jean laughed nervously too. "Man, what an asshole rock." He knew it must've been that stone he kicked. He had to change the subject. "Sooo, I always see you just standing around and waiting."
She smiled uneasily at him. "I'm usually waiting for Ymir. She always runs a bit late."
"You want me to keep you company until Ymir gets here?" Because that tall bitch, Ymir, scares the living shit out of me. He wouldn't want to be there long enough to stick around for her abusive words.
"That would be great." She anxiously twirled the ends of her blonde hair with her thin fingers, going through her tresses without any tangle. Christa turned to him. "Actually, there is something I need to talk to you about."
With his hands in his pockets, he casually looked over to her. "Hm?" What could she want from him?
She quickly turned her head away. "N-Nothing. Never mind I said anything at all."
"Um, alright." He really wanted to inquire her further, but he was already nervous enough. He didn't need any more stress for the day.
Seconds felt like hours standing around in silence next to her. Would it have been better if he just left back for his apartment? Probably. Most likely. It would save him from this discomfort. But he already told her he would wait with her, so that's what he set to do.
"Jean," she said suddenly.
He reared his head over to her in surprise. "What is it?"
"I see Ymir near." She tucked some of her long hair behind an ear and took a step forward. She stopped for only a second to take a wistful glance at Jean. "Next time we see each other, there's something I would like to discuss with you."
He only caught a flash of glint in her eye before she quickly turned and walked away.
Jean felt oddly unsettled by it.
"I just don't understand what I'm supposed to do at this part in this puzzle…" Sasha scratched her head, holding her 4DS[1] up towards her face. She dipped her head to one side, glaring furiously at her handheld console screen.
"Give it here, idiot," Jean said as he extended his hand towards her. She reluctantly handed it over with a pout, crossing her arms angrily afterwards. "Where are you stuck at?"
"It says '510 seconds for blue' and '11400 seconds for red' there, see?" She pointed at the screen with her index finger, obviously flustered. "I know I'm supposed to convert it to hours, which I got '8 hours and 30 minutes' for blue, but I got '190 hours' for red. But that's obviously not right, because the numbers don't fit in the panel…"
Jean raised a finger to his chin, staring at the screen for a minute. "It's actually 3 hours and 10 minutes for red rounded down to the lowest integer."
She sat up with a jolt peering at the screen again. "How'd you get that!?"
He sighed and handed the 4DS back to her. "Just divide 190 by 6 and you get 3 hours and 10 minutes." He placed his elbow on the armchair and propped his cheek with a palm.
"But that doesn't make sense. Why would you divide only the red but not the blue?" She bit her bottom lip as her fiery glare became even more intense.
He tapped the screen in an agitated manner. "Stupid, there's a clock in the other room. It's pretty damn obvious that you were supposed to put in a time. You can get 8:30 but you can't get 190:00. The only logical step is to divide the 190 by 60 to get an actual time, and then it turns to 3:10 rounded to the lowest integer."
Sasha quickly tapped her fingers on the D-pad, inputting the numbers into the panels, excited and giddy. She then paused and her whole face shifted to a frown. "Jean, I don't get this part…" She handed it back to him who scowled at her in return.
He looked at it and answered, "You just input the addition numbers that form the clock numbers."
"I don't get it."
He shoved it aggressively towards her and scoffed. "Why are you even playing a puzzle game if you can't even figure that out?"
She flipped her ponytail in a dignified manner as her eyes sparkled. "Because even the great Sasha needs to be challenged."
"Shut up. I'm tired of solving all the puzzles for you."
She ignored him and lied on her stomach over the bed, still playing. Jean narrowed his eyes and went back to his light novel, leaning back into his chair. But the words in front of him became nonsensical as he lost focus. His eyes slowly peered over, concentrating on the girl in front of him.
Her loose shirt barely covered the blue plaid panty she displayed out in the open, her smooth peach legs outstretched on the bed. Her breasts pressed against the pillow propped beneath her—the shirt starting to slide off her shoulder, exposing a bit of her chest.
He looked at her side-to-side, trying to cover his face with the book. Looking at her like this started to… tempt him. He shut the novel in his hands and tossed it across his desk.
"Hey, Sasha."
"Mm?"
He walked over to the bed and slid his body on top of her. "Want to do it?"
"Not right now, Jean." She tried to become more comfortable with the man on top of her by shifting herself with the game console in her hands.
"You can play the stupid game later." He slid a hand beneath her and groped a breast over the shirt, fondling her as he lightly sucked the back of her neck.
"T-the puzzle, Jean…" she stuttered out. "I-I need to finish it, o-or else I'll lose my train of thought…"
"Sasha, play it later."
"Wait! J-just let me finish this puzzle." Her fingers quivered, but she still held onto her game tightly enough to annoy him.
Jean smirked. "How about I make you pay attention to me?" He lifted himself off her body and grabbed a necktie from the end of his bed.
"Sasha," he whispered into his ear. Before she could turn over to look at him, Jean wrapped his tie around her eyes.
"What—" He roughly kissed her before she spoke, his hands groping under her shirt. She gasped and moaned into the kiss as he rubbed her nipples with his fingertips. He swirled his tongue with hers, the heat rising in both their bodies.
He slowly pulled away from her lips and licked his own. "Do you want to play the game now?"
"I really don't care anymore." She tossed her console away and flipped her body around. Blinded, she slowly felt around, wrapping her arms over his shoulders and closed their bodies together.
"That's more like it." The man smirked as he yanked her panties down from her slim legs. He tossed the garment away down on the floor as he lifted her shirt, showing her full breasts. He dove down to her neck, hungrily sucking and nipping on it, leaving small patches of red on her skin.
Her legs trembled as she instinctively widened them, eager for more of him. He knew that both he and Sasha were always impatient, but he really wanted to tease her this time. He slipped his hand down to her legs, gently rubbing the outer lips of her slit.
"Jean-!" She shifted more of her body, wanting his fingers to do more to her. She was getting extremely wet, turning him on. The bulge in his pants became tighter and more excruciating every passing second.
He wanted to taste her first though—every single part of her. Separating her pussy lips with his fingers, he licked her opening up and down, causing Sasha to moan even louder than before. His tongue darted even further up, swirling around a part of her that made her grip the blankets under her.
Jean licked her sensitive bulb, swirling his tongue, his hot breath stirring her up even further. The lack of sight heightened her other senses, making her whole body twitch in even more pleasure than she's ever experienced before. Her hand landed in his hair tussling it as he continued to play with her clit.
He felt Sasha grip harshly onto his hair while she arched her back. She repeated his name out breathily as his fingers prodded her entrance, his tongue still teasing the certain spot.
"Jean, Jean, Jean!" she yelled. "I'll come if you keep doing that!"
He stopped and sneered mischievously. He was going to have fun prolonging this. Looking at her blindfolded and whole face flushed, he desperately needed his pants off.
"Why'd you stop?" But it came out more as a plea than a question.
"Geez, Sasha. Be patient," he said, toying her. He quickly unzipped his pants and tossed both it and his boxers down to the floor. Climbing over her chest, he brought his erection over to her lips. "I'm pretty sure you know what to do here," he whispered.
She brought her tongue out, swirling over the tip and then bringing more of his cock into her mouth. The warmth started to drive him crazy, causing him to shove more of himself into her. He started to grow bigger as he felt her reach all the way down to his base to the tip and back.
He needed to resist coming right then and there. He pulled out from her mouth, her saliva coating his dick. Getting off her, he positioned himself to her opening, pleased with her sounds of desire. "Do you want it?" Jean prodded her slit with his erection, barely entering in with his tip.
"Yes, p-please," she breathed heavily. Her fingers clutched on to the blanket sheets with a heavy grip as she tried to edge in closer to his body.
"Tell me specifically what you want." Sasha may be an energetic and bold girl, but he knew that one of the few things she couldn't quite handle was dirty talk.
"Fuck me…" she said hesitantly.
"How do you want me to fuck you?"
She bit her bottom lip and her cheeks grew to a new shade of red. "Fuck me with your penis."
He snickered. "You're going to have to be more specific."
"Fine! I…" she paused. A flustered Sasha was always incredibly cute to him. She placed her arms over his shoulders and whispered seductively, "Please fuck my dirty, wet pussy with your long hard cock and make me come."
She yelped in surprise when Jean suddenly pushed his way inside her, the feeling amplified when she wasn't expecting it to happen so abruptly. Jean laid her body down, pinning her wrists above her head. He continued to thrust vigorously in and out of her, light sweat slipping down their bodies. He felt her insides tighten with every forceful shove he gave her, causing him to plunge into her even more.
"I'm gonna come, Jean!" She shook her head from left to right as she continued to moan out pleasure-filled gasps. He was breathing out pretty heavily himself. He couldn't quite control himself anymore, especially looking at Sasha like this.
"M-me too," he said, gritting his teeth and furrowing his eyebrows. Her walls clamped down on his cock, causing his breath to hitch. He gripped her wrists painfully as he felt his orgasm coming. "Sasha…" he murmured out as the girl below him screamed out ecstatically, him in turn, spilling his hot seed inside her.
He collapsed and rolled over to her side, limbs still dangled together. They both lied there for a minute, tired and worn out, sweat still glistening on their bodies. Sasha removed the tie from her eyes and laughed, "Well, that was fun."
She looked around the bed and picked up her 4DS. She scratched her head and glared at the screen. "Now where was I?"
Jean glanced at her. "Seriously?"
"Shh, I'm thinking." She placed a finger on her chin as she fiercely stared at the game.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. This girl.
Notes:
[1] 4DS: the not-so-obvious parody of the 3DS
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