i just want to be colt's bitch

Maybe your mother and her father were blinded by the sleepy smile and calm disposition, sweet voice and gentle attitude. But it’s different when you’re not the one she’s intentionally hiding the truth from. You know that her tired eyes are because she got home at four in the morning. She’s always so calm and smiley because she’s been blazed ever since she woke up.

Now that doesn’t mean she isn’t sending smiles your way, listening to you complain about your day, and the good night hugs where she presses the length of her body tightly against yours.

Regardless of her kindness, she was still as sneaky as ever when your parents weren’t around.

“It’ll only be a few friends, and you’re more than welcome to join us.”

But a few friends must have turned into a few dozen, because your house is crawling with people, drunkenly stumbling over each other. Pieck is lucky your parents are staying the night in a hotel the next town over. But with this many people you’re starting to wonder if it was just luck Pieck picked this night.

“Haven’t seen you around before.” You turn at the sound of the voice, seeing a man with a bomber jacket and hair slicked back. Even though he might not recognize you, you definitely recognize him as the one Pieck makes out with in the driveway before getting out of his car when she sneaks home in the early morning.

You shift under his gaze, “Not really my scene.”

He gives you a once over, stepping closer, “And what brings you hear tonight?”

“Pokko!” A voice interrupts, “I see you found my sister.” Pieck places a hand on your shoulder, pulling you against her body.

“Sister, huh?” He asks, taking a swig form his cup, eyes darting between the two.

“Step-sister.” You elaborate, unsure if it was his benefit or to remind Pieck.

Pieck stares at you before her face breaks out into a smile, “Right, step-sister.” Pieck grab’s your hands, “I was just looking for you, we were about to play a game downstairs.”

She’s already dragging you to the basement before you can answer. Porco follows after the two of you, appreciating that even though you’re not related, both of you have a fine ass.

You’re glad that the basement is a little quieter, just a group of people sitting in a circle. There’s the distinct smell of weed, alcohol, and something else you can’t put your finger on.

Pieck pulls you down to the ground with her, the other’s barely noticing as they’re engaged in some sort of truth or dare game.

It’s clear a little blonde has been dared to shotgun a can of beer. Her struggling is ignored as everyone laughs while an older brunette is holding her head to the can. Eventually the blonde shoves the other away, “Ymir!” She cries.

“I was just trying to help.” Ymir shrugs, “’Sides, I know you can swallow better than that.”

The blonde blushes furiously and swats at her friend who pulls her in for a hug, laughing and ignoring her protests.

“It’s kind of like truth or dare.” Pieck whispers in your ear, causing shivers to run down your spine, “But instead of coming up with something you just pull from one of the cups.” She points at the two cups, one labeled truth, the other dare, that are filled with folded up scraps of paper.

You watch as the blonde, who you learn is Historia, spins the bottle, landing on a tall brunette. “Bertholdt, truth or dare.”

He glances down at Annie, who you’ve met a few times from when she’s obviously dropping off weed for Pieck, who is currently nestled into his side, half asleep.

“I’ll do truth.” He answers softly, only to meet with a few jeers and boos from the circle, “Can you grab it for me?”

Historia smiles and pulls out a truth from the cup, unfolding it and right as she opens her mouth to read it her entire face flushes red.

“What does it say?” Porco leans over her shoulder, laughing at what’s been written.

“Well?” Bertholdt asks.

“Umm, list the people in the room you’ve fucked and the ones you want to fuck.” She says all in one breath, before crumpling up the paper and tossing it in the pile of discard paper.

“I’ve never heard you so naughty!” Ymir croons in Historia’s ear.

But yours and everyone else’s attention is on Bertholdt who’s face has pinkened slightly, “Uhm, just Annie. And just Annie.” He looks down at the girl who hasn’t even moved since you’ve joined.

“Bullshit!” Porco calls, “As if you and Reiner didn’t eye fuck all of last Summer.”

“Now now, pokko.” Pieck pipes up beside you, “No need to get all fussy on Reiner’s behalf.”

The insinuation causes Porco to clam up and mutter something to himself, while who you assume must be Reiner leans over and whispers something in his ear, earning a punch to the shoulder.

But you’re still surprised at how flippantly Pieck mentioned Porco’s supposed feelings, having thought the two of them were an item.

“I’m going to spin since everyone seems to have forgotten we’re playing a game.” A man with glasses and too thick of a beard to be in his early twenties like the rest of you are, comments lazily before giving the bottle a go.

You watch as it spins round and round, your heart beating a little faster as it comes to a halt. Pointing directly at the space between you and Pieck.

“Spinner’s choice.” The same man says, and your eyes flick from the bottle to Pieck’s who gives you a warm smile and pats your thigh.

“So, who will it be then Zeke?” Pieck asks.

He doesn’t even hesitate to say your name, which you didn’t even realize he knew. And then he leans forward to reach from a cup, and you’re so nervous for which cup he’ll draw from.

You have no interest in divulging any personal information, or lack thereof if the questions will be anything like the previous. So, you’re a little relived when he pulls from the cup on the left. You can shotgun a beer. That’s easy, maybe you’ll get a simple dare like that, or to do a keg stand.

Zeke unfolds the paper, smirking at what’s written, before crumpling the paper in his fist, “Seven minutes on earth.” He smiles, “With the person to your right.”

Everyone looks at Pieck, who just happens to be sitting on the right side of you. And you glance over too, unsure what Zeke means by any of that.

She turns and gives you on of her sleepy smiles, “Okay.”

“What’s that mean?” You whisper, not wanting the others to hear.

And Pieck leans in closer, “It’s like seven minutes in heaven, but out in the open.”

You reel back, eyes darting around the circle, everyone’s starring at the two of you. Your heart is beating faster than before, and you can feel you palms starting to sweat at the idea of these people watching, not to mention you’re supposed to kiss for seven minutes.

“I-”

Pieck places a hand on your knee, “Don’t worry, we’ve all done it, and besides, we are step-sisters.” It sounds like she’s teasing you for your earlier comment, but still feels comforting.

“Let me know when to start the timer.” Zeke interrupts.

Pieck leans in closer, “You can start.” She says, “And you can spin for her too.”

Your sight jumps back and forth from her stare to her lips as she gets closer and closer. You hear Ymir say something about spinning for another round, but no one pays her any attention when there’s the sight of Pieck being a breath away from you.

“Just focus on me.” She whispers, her hand sliding down from your knee to plant itself on the ground between your legs. Her arm brushes against your core, causing you to jolt and gasp at the same time. The movement catapults you forward, and your lips are suddenly pressed against your stepsister’s.

And Pieck wastes no time, full well knowing she’s on a timer, with swiping her tongue against yours, nibbling on your bottom lip. She hums against your lips and your eyes flutter closed. She can taste the sugary sweet soda you were drinking, barely an ounce of alcohol in it because you’re such a good girl.

Pieck’s been planning this ever since she first met you. Your curious eyes that would follow her as she snuck out of her room. The longing she could see on your face when she’d say she was off to her friends for the weekend. The desperate whines that carried into her room when she was sure you were trying to get off at night, but just couldn’t figure out how.

You’re such a sweet and good girl in Pieck eyes, but she knows what’s just below the surface clawing to be let out.

And of course, Zeke was such a help, his pitcher’s arm and accuracy coming in handy paired with his skeevy personality that he had no qualms to make up whatever was on that sheet of paper.

But you don’t need to know all the steps Pieck took to get you to where you are now, all you need to keep doing is whimpering into Pieck’s mouth like that and dig your nails into her forearm a little bit harder if you want her to press any finger against that achy cunt of yours.

Pieck shifts her weight so she can use her other hand to trace lightly against your shoulder, the soft pattens she’s drawing sending your head into a dizzy while she devours your mouth.

And you unconsciously scoot a little closer to the arm you’re gripping for dear life, grinding against it the same way you do your pillow at night. But this is much better as the bone in Pieck’s forearm provides a sturdiness to rub your little clit on that a pillow fluff just doesn’t provide.

The thin material of your pants does nothing to hold back the wetness pooling between your legs, and Pieck can feel it sliding against her wrist. She’s never been more desperate for a taste but doesn’t want to pull away from your mouth either.

“Halfway there.” Zeke calls, breaking you from the little spell Pieck had you under. Your eyes fly open, and you try to pull back, suddenly overly aware of your surroundings and what you’re doing.

But Pieck is a step ahead. Slightly annoyed with Zeke’s interruption, but also content to use this opportunity. She cups her palm against your cunt, the heel pressing hard onto your clit.

It’s just what you need as you toss your head back at the unexpected sensation, a broken moan coming from your lips.

And you don’t even have it in you to be embarrassed as Pieck smoothly moves her lips to the side of you neck, kisses and bites lining your throat.

You desperately and sloppily move your hips, trying to keep up with Pieck’s rubbing, and even feeling the slight pressure of her fingers at your opening. Never in your life have you wished to be pants less more than right now.

Pieck picks up the pace, using her other hand to push down on your hips, effectively locking you into place and ending your pathetic attempts to keep up.

With your inability to move, you’re at the mercy of her fingers and lips. And you feel yourself edging closer and closer to something, something that you’ve spent countless nights searching for.

“One minute.” You hear called over the pounding in your ear.

“Hear that?” Pieck whispers in your ear, “Think you can get there in under a minute for me?” She asks before returning her lips to you shoulder.

You’re not quite sure where there is, but you don’t want to let Pieck down. So you nod your head and choke out a desperate plea for her to help you.

Pieck pulls back slightly, a coy smile on her face before capturing your lips again and shifting her hand so it’s her deft fingers rubbing tight quick circles over your clit.

Your mouth falls open with a silent scream as you feel yourself gush around nothing, desperately wishing there was something for you to clench down on.

But Pieck continues her ministrations as the two of you breathe heavily into each other’s mouths. And she doesn’t let up, even when you weakly push at her arm, continuing to leak all over her hand and the floor.

It’s not until you hear Zeke call time that she pulls away, immediately sucking her fingers into her mouth for a taste.