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Sasha’s something of an all purpose hedonist, Jean decides. There isn’t a single living soul in the scouts that doesn’t know she can put away twice her body weight in even the richest, most indulgent foods. Gluttony might be her cardinal sin, but lust is a close second.
The first time Jean realizes this, they’re tipsy. Not quite drunk, not nearly like they were that night in Marley with the refugees pouring them cup after cup of the strongest liquor he’d ever had in his life that led to him blacking out for the first and only time, but tipsy and pleasantly warm and fuzzy. Warm and fuzzy and leaning his head on Sasha while Connie is sat on the other side of her, busy harassing a sober Armin into drinking.
Even with all the new recruits, with the volunteers, Jean finds he doesn’t get many opportunities like this, to get cozy with a girl. Not many girls join the scouts, or even come near them, and for good reason. People like Floch are sort of the experts at scaring away women with even an ounce of sense. Besides, the newer recruits are too damn young for him anyway.
Really, the only girls actually still in the scouts that are close to his age are Sasha and Mikasa. Maybe Hange. He couldn’t really get a read on Hange’s age. Or gender, half the time. So Hange doesn't count anyway.
And Mikasa… is busy staring wistfully out a window, like she expects Eren to come home on a random Saturday night. Jean accepts it by now, that as much as he likes her, she’s not likely to give up on Eren anytime soon.
Sasha should fall into that same category, with Niccolo right there. But he’s not even a foot away from them, talking with Sasha like she isn’t flanked by two guys, one of whom is Jean, who isn’t even trying to hide the fact that he’s enjoying this a bit too much.
Jean’s eyes are fixated on Sasha, watching her talk animatedly with Niccolo. Her eyes sparkle, and there’s a soft pink tinge spreading across her cheeks. Sasha’s never been ugly, by any definition. She’s just been overshadowed by the fact some of the prettiest girls alive were in their graduating class. Namely, Mikasa and Historia. Literal royalty, both of them. Figured. But Sasha had her charm, and she had definitely grown into her looks by now.
While Jean is busy staring at her like she’s the only person in the room, because right now to him, she is, he sees her finally look at him directly instead of Niccolo. She’s got a mischievous glint in her eyes, and her lips tug into a wide grin. Only then does he tune into the words coming from her mouth.
“Don’t think Jean here’s ever kissed a girl, ya know.” Her speech is slurred a little with drink, her natural country accent more obvious like this than it ever is when she’s sober. Cornbread, one of the volunteers had called it. Jean had never had cornbread, and he assumed that was some kind of insult, but Sasha only heard the part about bread and decided that was a hell of a compliment.
Jean blanches, sitting up a little at the accusation. “The hell are you talking about?” He asks, looking between Sasha and Niccolo as Sasha bursts into raucous laughter.
“He was saying what a sausage party it is here, and I was tellin’ him we don’t got many girls around since Historia and Ymir ain’t here no more.”
“Sausage party sounds like your kinda party, Sasha,” Connie says, finally giving up on goading Armin. If only because Armin was now engaged in conversation with Yelena about who knew what. Their matching bowlcuts, maybe.
“You know it.” Sasha flashes a cheeky grin and Jean decides to reach for his drink again if he has any hope of handling this conversation.
Sasha seems to decide that’s the exact right moment to tell him, “I could kiss ya, Jean.”
Jean sputters, coughing as wine spills down the front of his shirt. Connie reaches behind Sasha to slap Jean on the back. After a moment, he manages, “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m not, cause kissin’ doesn’t gotta be serious,” she says, lips forming into an exaggerated pucker before breaking into laughter again.
Jean looks to Niccolo, shocked that he’s not interjecting. He might not know what exactly their deal is, but he figures Niccolo would have something to say about Sasha offering to kiss him so casually. But he only shrugs and takes another sip of his drink, like he’s unphased by Sasha’s interest in Jean. He looks to Connie, like Connie will be the voice of reason for once in his life.
Connie is unhelpful. “Me and Sasha kiss all the time,” he says shamelessly.
Jean must have fallen asleep, blacked out and taken a nap right there on Sasha’s shoulder, because how is anyone being this casual about this? Do they place no value in monogamy?
Cozying up to her is one thing. He’s drunk, she’s one of his dearest friends, and no one bats eyes at Mikasa and Armin getting close on occasions like this. Those two could pass for a married couple at times, and no one ever doubts how obviously in love with Eren Mikasa is. But kissing her, right in front of her… boyfriend? Are she and Niccolo actually properly dating?
Jean considers this suddenly, blinking between her and Niccolo. Maybe they’re not together and he’s just assuming. But… No, that doesn’t make sense. Niccolo is extremely open with his affection for Sasha. Meanwhile Sasha’s casual kissing habits don’t seem to be very public if this is the first Jean’s heard of it. And besides. Everyone thinks of Niccolo as her boyfriend or lover or something regardless of if anyone calls them that. And Jean won’t step on Niccolo’s toes to steal his girl, the same way he won’t step on Eren’s (which is totally why he isn’t making moves on Mikasa.)
“I’m not going to kiss you, Sasha,” Jean says, lifting his drink to his lips again, speaking more into the cup than to her.
She only shrugs. “Your loss. Connie? I wanna kiss, c’mere.” And with little effort, she falls into his lap where they kiss far too sloppily for Jean to even want to watch.
Jean gives Niccolo an almost pitying look, but Niccolo only shrugs once more. “Whatever makes her happy,” he mouths, while Sasha mouths at Connie.
Jean comes to the conclusion that Sasha’s a hedonist over and over again in the next few months. He notices it more, anyway. The way Sasha’s touches casually linger on their friends, the way she and someone else will randomly disappear some evenings and come back looking awfully satisfied.
It eats at him, knowing that Sasha is really the only option for any of them their age to get some, and he’s turned her down outright. She even plays nice with Floch, for crying out loud. That’s what he gets for not believing in stealing someone’s girl. He’s subsequently the only one who isn’t stealing her away from Niccolo. Not that Niccolo seems to mind much, content to let Sasha satiate her sexual appetite. It isn’t as if Sasha never drags him off when the mood strikes them. That’s probably why they work so well. Niccolo not only indulges her vices, but lets her satiate herself elsewhere.
Jean could bite a hole clean through his own hand, he’s so mad.
He reaches his breaking point on a completely random Thursday evening. It isn’t a particularly busy day for anyone, and most of the scouts and volunteers have gone their separate ways for the evening to occupy themselves as they please. Jean knows Armin and Mikasa are sitting outside somewhere, Levi and Hange have disappeared with Onyankopon and Yelena for some kind of meeting. Or maybe just to get away and have old people quiet time.
Sasha’s retreated to her room for the evening, but Jean knows for a fact that Niccolo is busy in the kitchen. Which means he sees his opportunity and he takes it, before someone else does. Jean finds his way to her bedroom door, and the problem with being a soldier is, doors and knocking mean almost nothing. Jean has seen half the dicks in the scouting legion and half of them have seen his. On at least one occasion, he had someone burst in his room for him to be notified that he was needed for a mission while his dick was in his hand. And no one ever bothered to comment on it.
Which is how he found himself looking Connie dead in the eye as he broke away from his and Sasha’s lips locked. Sasha has to turn her head to see him from her place in Connie’s lap. Jean simply stares at them both for a long moment, his face heating up and eyes flickering rapidly over their bodies. Sasha’s top is unbuttoned, and from where he’s at, he can see the hint of the side of her breasts. Connie’s hard, and it’s noticeable through his pants with Sasha sitting directly on the visible bulge. One of Connie’s hands is somewhere between their bodies, quite possibly working at opening Sasha’s pants.
Sasha speaks first. “Wasn’t expecting you to join us.”
“I- I didn’t mean to interrupt, I was just-” Jean stumbles over his words, swallowing hard as his eyes snap onto Connie’s other hand gripping Sasha’s ass through her pants.
“Nothing serious is happening, right?” Connie asks, voice level and seemingly unfazed by being caught. His hands don’t move from their spot.
“No.” Jean shakes his head.
Sasha shares a look with with Connie, and Jean can’t quiet see their faces until Sasha turns to look at him once more, wearing matching impish grins. “Join us?”
How the hell is he supposed to say no to that? Jean meant to shoot his shot with Sasha anyway, and he’d hardly expected her to turn him down. Connie’s involvement is a surprise though. Still, beggars and choosers and all. So he closes the door tightly behind him, then… stands awkwardly while he awaits some kind of direction. If it were only Sasha, he’d approach the bed as falsely confident as he could, let her take the lead in kissing him and feel it out from there. But she’s already in someone’s lap, starting to undress. He’s three chapters into the book without doing any of the reading until now.
Sasha seems to sense his unease and she slips herself out of Connie’s lap and sits normally on the side of her bed, just beside Connie. Her breasts are fully visible to him now, hanging lower and heavier than Jean would expect. When he glances askance on the bed, the bra he finds laying there looks too small, restricting for breasts that size. He wonders if she does that on purpose.
No fucking wonder everyone goes back to her over and over again.
He swallows and she pats the bed beside her. “C’mere. Gonna kiss me first or are we going straight for the part where I pop your cherry?” She asks, knowing good and well Jean’s too much of a romantic to even think about doing something like that without kissing her first.
He winds up on the bed beside her, his body turned to face her better, and he’s saved at least some embarrassment by Sasha pressing her lips to his almost instantly.
Her lips are softer than he expects, unlike his own chapped and bitten ones. He’d read shitty romance novels before, and he sort of knows what he expects, but somehow all the generically pretty descriptions of how girls feel when they kiss always felt unlikely. Someone like Sasha never seemed the sort to have soft, kissable lips. Jean is glad to learn he’s wrong, because he basks in the way they slide against his own, her warm tongue shamelessly working its way into his mouth with little preamble. He tries to match her movements, awkwardly and stiffly letting his tongue press against hers.
She gasps suddenly, and as much as he’d like to flatter himself, he knows it’s not him that makes her react like that. His eyes crack open and he peers down to where Connie’s hand has slipped into her pants. Connie himself has sidled up closer to her, palming himself through his own pants.
Jean breaks the kiss, watching her as she looks at him with far hungrier eyes than she had moments before. She licks her lips and tells him plainly, “Connie likes getting head more than sex. I like sex more than giving head. I think you’d like having sex with me. So.” She finishes her sentence there, her meaning too obvious to need said.
Her shamelessness never stops catching him off guard, and despite himself, her boldness makes his cock jump to life in his pants.
“You’re gonna wanna get her worked up first, Jean. She’s gonna be too tight if you just go for it,” Connie says, his hand still working in her pants, making small circles that make her hips squirm and shift. He removes them suddenly though, and she complains wordlessly.
Connie scoots back so that he’s sitting near the headboard, and Sasha looks to Jean, then Connie, then Jean. She’s got a vision, it seems.
“Jean, go sit by the foot of the bed. I’m gonna get comfy laying down,” she directs him while using her hands to help her shimmy out of her pants. She tosses them to the side, leaving her in only her open shirt and a pair of plain, grey panties with a notable wet spot. While Jean moves to sit at the footboard, on his knees facing Connie directly while Sasha settles herself between them longways. Only then does she do something about her panties, lifting her hips and pushing them down her legs until Jean gets a glimpse of her pink folds, glistening with slick wetness. He doesn’t have to make do with just a glimpse for long before she’s tossing her panties aside and spreading her legs wide enough for him.
Jean is rock solid now, and his hard-on strains painfully at the front of his pants. Her fingers come down to rub slow, gentle circles to the swollen, pink nub at the forefront of her cunt. “You should keep kissing me, Jean.” Sasha makes it clear that she doesn’t mean her lips though, as her head turns to face Connie, coaxing him to the side of her head. He shuffles awkwardly until he’s on his knees in front of her face. Sasha licks her lips, and Jean does the same.
He moves so that he’s laying on his stomach, his hard cock pressed between him and the bed. He can take care of himself when Sasha’s been worked open. But first, Jean wants to savor the chance to take as much of her in his mouth as he can.
Jean starts slow, a small peck to the side of her knee, making her giggle. She’s ticklish, it seems, and Jean notes that, like he’ll ever need that for anything. He’s emboldened now though, and his kisses move upward.
“Mm,” Sasha hums and spreads her legs open a little wider as Jean presses wet, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thighs. “We should get something to eat after this.”
Connie snorts. “I’ve got something you can eat right here,” he says, popping the button on his pants and glancing down at Jean as if looking for approval from the audience. Jean does have a nice easy eating out joke lined up for him. He clearly isn’t taking it, too busy rolling his eyes while his lips trail up her thighs.
“Quit rolling your eyes, horseface.”
Jean takes the bait. “You know what they say about horses.” Sasha whines at the loss of his mouth on her, and his attention goes right back where it belongs. He presses a kiss to the junction of her inner thigh and she sighs. He’s centimeters from her cunt, and he can feel himself drooling at the thought of it.
“I’m bigger anyway,” Connie says, pulling his cock free at last and giving it a long stroke in his hand. He’s not small, by any means, Jean has to give him that. It’s not the first or last time they’ve seen each other’s dicks by now, and Jean knows Connie is probably close in size to his own. But he refuses to admit he’s anything but bigger. Somehow, Connie distracting him does nothing to assuage his raging boner.
“Whatever you say,” he mumbles, before finding himself face-to-face with Sasha’s cunt. She’s wetter now than she was moments ago, there’s even a small wet spot soaking into the bed beneath her.
Jean can’t hold himself back and he leans in suddenly, his mouth opening and his tongue pressing wetly to the slit of her soaked pussy. She moans loudly, and Jean lets out a hum of satisfaction. He licks upwards until he’s at her clit, and there he closes his mouth around it and sucks lightly. Her thighs close around his head suddenly, and there’s a hand in his hair before he knows it.
Her reaction is better than anything he could have imagined. She’s vocal, extremely so, and when he goes in to lap at her pussy again and again, she doesn’t hold back. His tongue experimentally pokes into the tight ring of her hole there, before pulling back to lick her folds once more. When he returns there, she’s looser.
At some point, Jean completely loses himself in the taste of her cunt, salty and savory. He closes his eyes, as if he’s kissing her again. He knows at some point she takes Connie’s cock into her mouth, because the sounds she makes are more muffled and punctuated with the occasional wet gagging sound as Connie goes too deep down her throat. Still, she doesn’t seem to try to pull away.
Jean imagines her lips wrapped around a cock, taking it all the way to the hilt, gagging around it a little, her eyes watering. He rolls his hips against the bed, seeking friction. Soon, he’ll be in her, but for now, this will have to do.
He realizes the reactions he gets when his focus is on her clit are far stronger, and he makes the decision. He licks up to her clit, closes his mouth there, and puts all his efforts right there. His tongue circles at it, flicks from side to side, presses under the hood until he hears her squeal and her voice immediately come unmuffled. He looks up, finds her with her drool and his precum dripping down her chin, her eyes glassy while she strokes Connie in the meantime.
“Fuck, Jean, ‘s too much. Need you to put it in me already…” She whines, her voice strained and breathy. Connie doesn’t give her much time before he slides back into her mouth, and she continues to moan and gag around his cock. Jean doesn’t need to be told twice.
He sits up quickly, and then does he get a proper look at her. Her upper half is propped up by one of her elbows, giving her just enough height to let Connie thrust his hips into her mouth. She doesn’t seem to do much of the hard work, simply lets Connie set the pace as he so chooses while her cheeks hollow and suck around his length.
Jean begins to pull his out, and when he wraps his hand around it, he can’t help but scrutinize Connie’s, assessing his length against Connie’s. With Sasha in the way, he can’t really do much about that.
Connie notices him staring. “What, wanna see what a real cock looks like compared to yours?” He jibes. Sasha hums her disapproval around his cock, and Connie amends himself. “What? It’s a joke.”
Jean doesn’t bother to comment, only turns his focus to Sasha. He gives himself a couple strokes before holding himself steady at the base and lining himself up with her hole. He feels tight, wet resistance as he begins to push in, groaning lowly until he feels his head sink all the way in. They both gasp, and Jean lets go of his cock as he continues to push in, slowly, savoring the feeling of a woman’s wet heat around him for the first time. His hands find their way to Sasha’s waist, and they settle there, holding her loosely. He doesn’t grab her harshly, just enough to feel her warm skin under his palms and keep himself steady.
He lets out a low moan as he sheathes himself fully inside of her. He simply sits there a moment, enjoying the feeling until he feels her hips wriggle and her hole clenching around his cock. He huffs, slowly pulling back until he’s nearly all the way out of her before pushing back in. He’s not so slow this time, and this time he doesn’t wait before doing it again. Slowly, he sets himself a consistent pace, in and out of her.
One of his hands strays from her waist and gropes at her tits. He can’t help himself. They’re so soft and warm in his hand, and when his thumb swipes over her nipple, she makes such a pretty noise.
Jean’s almost upset by how quickly he feels his orgasm approaching. And embarrassed, frankly. Connie has had her in his mouth almost twice as long as he’s been in her cunt, but Connie shows no sign of approaching his own orgasm.
Seconds from finishing, it occurs to him he doesn’t want kids. And Sasha probably doesn’t either. Which means he needs to pull out. But he just can’t make himself, not yet. He lets himself have one more thrust, another, and another, and he realizes he’s flown too close to the sun. He pulls out frantically just as he feels his orgasm wash over him. He makes it out of her just in time, but his seed spills right onto her soaked cunt and onto the sheet and he moans shamelessly. That sight will burn itself into his retinas, and now it’ll no doubt be in every wet dream he has until he dies. Sasha’s eyes drop down to see his cock throb and shoot load after load onto her. Only when he finishes, sitting back on his haunches and panting softly, does she reach down.
Her hand finds her clit and she begins to rub herself with her first two fingers. Her fingers are messy, from jerking Connie off and now from touching a small pool of Jean’s cum. They move quickly, and Jean can hear Connie’s breathing quicken and his thrusts into her mouth become more erratic.
Two things happen at once. Connie moans low and loud, using Sasha’s ponytail to hold her in place as he cums down her throat and she swallows it all dutifully. Meanwhile, Sasha’s fingers on her cunt still as her thighs begin to shake and, without warning, a short gush of clear liquid sprays from her cunt, adding to the mess between them.
And then, they both go slack. Connie releases his grip on her ponytail and sits back much like Jean. Sasha takes a deep breath from her mouth and tries to catch her breath, going boneless on the bed.
Jean watches them both, and neither makes a move to clean-up, so neither does he. They deserve a second to relax before they do anything. Instead, when Connie moves to lay beside Sasha, Jean does the same, on her opposite side. Sasha turns on her side to accommodate for him on the bed, and Jean gets her breasts pressed right against his chest. Connie has her ass against him though, so neither of them can complain.
“So, are we getting food or…?”