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• Uhhh this is a scrap that I want to get out of the way but I don't want to get rid of it if that makes sense.
• It was a spur of the moment thing... I always love going out wearing my binder and when I was driving to holiday with my mom I just thought about colt for some reason and then spontaneously starting writing this...
• if you do read it: kinda suggestive, afab reader, colt and reader are dating, reader tries out a binder and colt supports them but is just worried about them abusing it just to not feel dysphoric. Colt gives reader a boob massage with both his hands and mouth.
• It is not finished and it is poop so be warned! Also I am non-binary so wearing my binder is just something that makes me feel comfortable, that's how I wanted to make reader.
(Maybe im just trying to keep you guys entertained while I think about the writing for the ryland fic)
One day on set, you noticed that there were provided binders for certain roles. You being you, you nicked one, and when you entered Colt's trailer to spend your break time with him, he couldn't help but notice the lack of something.
You yourself couldn't help but notice his lingering glances.
"Colt. Why do you keep staring at my chest?" You sounded curious yet smug.
Colt stammered before spitting it out, "Well i just couldn't help but notice that... there's something missing?"
You stared at him blankly, raising your brows.
"Where are your amazing boobs?" His head tilted and you broke into an amused smile. Only Colt would notice something like that.
"There in the same place that they're always in? I'm wearing a binder."
"Ohhh.. why?" Well that was a better reaction that it could've been.
"Just feels better. Don't tell anyone though, I kinda robbed it from the costumes people." You looked away sheepishly, only looking back at him when you felt his hands grip your sides.
"You're secrets safe with me, baby." Colt leaned down to press his lips to yours, a feeling blossomed within you, fluttering in your abdomen.
He wanted to show you that you could trust him with anything, that no matter what he would love you. Boobs or no boobs.
"Mm." He moaned quietly before pulling away slightly. "So... can I see it?"
A chuckle left your lips before your hands snaked down to the hem of your shirt, lifting the fabric to reveal the binder that wrapped around your chest, compressing your breasts.
You sighed when he ran his hands along your front, arching only a little into him.
"You better not wear this like crazy, I need you alive and breathing, or else we can't make out like usual." His voice was firm but still gentle.
"Don't worry, Colt, I won't. Just for a little while."
"Good. If not ill just take it off myself." He threatened jokingly.
"Calm down, stuntman." You teased back, "You can trust me."
"Mhm." He agreed, leaning in for a kiss, your fingers threading through his bleached strands. The pair of you deepened it until you pulled away.
"How many stunts you got left today?" You wondered.
"Hmm. Onlyyy.. three small ones." Colt hummed.
"Only? I better not see you with the medics later."
"You wont." He paused. "I hope." He winked.
You punched his arm lightly, brows furrowed, then followed it with another kiss because he's obsessed with your lips. "I'm being serious!"
"So am I!" He copied your tone, cheesing.
He carried on after your confused expression, "Your binder. If I see you afterwards and that thing isn't off–" "Okay, okay! I get it. Jeez." You snickered.
As the day was wrapping up, you and colt had a quiet journey back to his seaside apartment–both being pretty tired after a long day of recording scenes and doing re-takes and for him: doing multiple stunts.
Since it had been a day of focus and intricacies, you had your head in the clouds a little bit, just being glad to finally spend a night with your boyfriend.
You and Colt decided to order takeout since you were both too fatigued to make a big meal, settling for cuddling on the couch as the TV plays some nonsense instead.
It only took a few minutes of lying still to realise your chest had been hurting a little more than usual, that thought reminded you of the fact you were still wearing the stolen binder. Well shit...
"Uh, not to alarm you, Colt, but i kinda forgot to take off the binder." You murmured.
"You– baby, I told you this would happen." He sighed in amusement, sitting up properly so you were arm to arm, turning his head to you.
"Didn't you say you'd take it off for me?" You teased, wiggling your brows.
"Yes. Yes I did, and i always keep my promises." He agrees, hands already finding the hem of your shirt as he gently lays you on the couch, holding himself above you with his other limb.
You watched soundly as he removed the thin cloth, revealing the fabric of the binder, compressing your chest and making it just a little harder to breathe. Oh, and you couldn't forget about the ache in your back.
"God, you know how dangerous this was? I get you might feel more comfortable without them but you can't wear it this long, babe."
And you even had the nerve to roll your eyes at his concern.
"What was that? Did you just–?" He laughed, baffled.
"Maybe I did, maybe i didn't, you gonna take this off me yet? They're sore..." you whined playfully, knowing he was getting fustrated.
Colt growled just faintly, but you still heard it, clearly he was trying to keep himself composed.
Rough fingertips trailed up your sides and along the fabric of the binder to the straps, carefully lifting them and soon enough safely removing the binder.
Your breasts finally free from the compression, he leaned his head down, nuzzling his face within the valley between the two soft mounds, letting out a deep, gravelly sigh, even breathing in your scent.
"Oh, that's so much better..." A breathe you didn't know you had been holding spilled from your lips and you tilted your head back against the couches arm.
"How sore are they?" He didn't even require an answer before he cupped your boobs with his hands, keeping his thumb clear from your nipples as to not cause any pain just incase they're sensitive.
"Hmph... 6/10." You concluded.
"Okay.. that's not so bad, but it's still not good." Colt scolded, thinking you were listening while you relished in the feeling of his fondling. Colt's hands are the perfect size for your chest to fit in each palm, and his passion just added on to that.
After moments of massaging your aching breasts as well as licking them, sucking your nipples and leaving trails of wet kisses in-between them, he decides it's questionnaire time.
His head rested on your chest while your fingers threaded through his bleach-blonde tips. "So, why did you steal it in the first place?"
"Hm, I've always wanted a binder. Sometimes I love my boobs... but most of the time they're just in the way, and i feel like it'd be easier without them." Your voice was soft as you spoke, opening up about how you felt.
"But they're beautiful?" Colt mumbled, glancing up at you.
"Yeahhh." You agreed with a small sigh, then added, "With the binder on, I just feel more... me. It just feels right."
He nodded, understanding how you felt. "Well, I'll buy you an actual one, so you don't have to use a stolen one from the costumes department."
A smile graced your lips at his open support and even spoiling connotation. "Really?" He nodded against your skin, his expression mirroring your own.
A beat of comfortable silence passed before Colt spoke up, "Do you wanna talk more about it? Like.. how you feel inside?"
"Hmmaybe another day when I've gotten more sleep." Your words turned into a yawn from just talking about it and he agreed, knowing the long day had wrecked you both.
"That's fine with me, baby."
P.S : I put a lot more thought into the second half...
Hehehe, full send. Zack and Court's age gap is #mentioned and talked about... they both like it, they told me. Word Count: 3106
Zack has been pissing Court off the entire day. He's been barking at everyone for some goddamn reason despite everyone following every order perfectly. Court was getting pretty fucking sick of his shit by the time training for the day ended.
Everyone essentially scurried away from Zack except for Court. Zack huffed to himself as he grabbed his bag and made his way to the showers, Court following like a shadow.
Zack went into the shower room on the opposite side of their barracks to get away from everyone, and Court took note of that. Weird. He's just been fucking weird all day.
Zack threw the door to the showers open, thank God no one else was inside, and threw his bag on the sink countertop.
Court walked into the room and locked the door behind him. He watched Zack unzip his bag, shoulders tense, and pull out a new set of clothes.
Court wondered if he would have to be the one to break the silence this time around. Zack glanced over at him, finally, and sighed. "Yes?" Oh, good, Court didn't have to speak first, but he certainly didn't like Zack's tone.
"What's wrong with you?" Court asked quietly, leaning against the door and crossing his arms. "You've been off all day."
Zack set his clothes on top of his bag and placed his hands on the counter. "I'm fine," He said, looking down at the sink.
Court took a step towards him and tilted his head. "Come on…," He trailed off. He took a step closer to Zack and looked up at his face. Zack was tense everywhere. It was odd to see him act so unlike himself.
Zack stood fully and pulled at the end of his shirt before balling it up and placing it on his bag. Court checked to ensure he wasn't hiding any injures and he wasn't, so Court was back to being lost.
Zack bit his lip as he fidgeted with his belt. Another thing he didn't do— fidget, even when he was nervous. "Just wound up, don't know why," He finally admitted. He took off his belt and placed it down on the sink with a clang.
"So you acted like that the entire day," Court raised a brow. He knew he might be getting pushy, but he was worried. Zack never acted this way.
"Yeah," Zack snapped. He ran a hand down his face and sighed. "Just go, I'll cool off and come back to barracks later."
Court thought about listening, but Zack had yet to give him any reason to suggest that the man was actually okay. "No," Court said firmly. "Not leaving till you tell me the truth."
Zack rolled his eyes. "Court."
Court crossed his arms as Zack turned towards him. "Zack," He shot back in the same tone.
Zack looked down as he thought. "You won't make it weird?" He glanced up at Court seriously, and Court's brows furrowed.
"Why would I make anything weird?" Court asked.
"Ya know," Zack shrugged. "'Cause it's weird."
"I'm not gonna make anything weird, promise," Court said softly. He watched Zack relax just a bit before the tension returned.
"Just sick of giving orders," Zack admitted quietly. Court looked at him for a moment and then blinked.
"That's your problem?" He said incredulously. "You're sick of barking at everyone?"
Zack put his hands on the sink and dropped his head. "No— yes, a little. It's weird."
Court was at a loss. He had no idea what Zack was talking about or how to help in any way. "Zack, explain it to me."
Zack took a deep breath and nodded. "M'kay…" He tapped his fingers on the sink before continuing. "…I like when people give me orders."
Court strained to hear his voice— which was a fucking first— and remained confused once he processed what Zack said. "You get orders all the time…?"
Zack huffed in frustration and lowered his head further down towards the countertop. It was like he was trying to disappear but failing miserably. "I do— Not that kind of order… another kind, ya know?"
Court had to sit and think about what the fuck Zack could be talking about before it clicked. "Oh," He said.
Zack dropped his head fully down and put his hands on the sides of his head, trying to hide out of embarrassment. "Yeah, oh."
Court cocked his head at Zack. "You've been a dick all day 'cause you're horny?"
Zack groaned and hid his face behind his hands. Court snorted at his superior's actions and smacked the man's shoulder. "Aww, you're so horny, you're angry… and to think you had me worried," Court teased.
Zack groaned dramatically this time and then stood up. His face had a hint of blush on it, and Court had to bite back a smirk.
"Shut up, Gentry," Zack murmured before walking away towards one of the shower stalls.
Court followed, laughing silently behind the man's back, and watched Zack's broad shoulders for a moment before speaking. "You want orders, I can give 'em," Court didn't exactly sound confident but he was being genuine. If Zack needed someone to tell him what to do, Court could do that for him.
Zack froze, and Court almost walked into him. "What?" He asked Court over his shoulder.
"You need someone to listen to, right?" Court asked quietly. "You can listen to me."
Zack didn't move for a minute, and Court wondered if he'd severely fucked this up, and then Court received a small, "You don't have to."
Court took a step forward and laid a hand on Zack's lower back. The man turned halfway around at the touch and was looking at Court hopefully. "I want to," Court responded with a subtle nod.
Zack turned towards him fully, and Court looked up at him, lost as to where to start.
"I need to shower… so do you," Zack whispered, looking at the showers and then back at Court.
Court nodded and motioned towards one of the stalls. "Go turn the water on then, I need to undress." He turned back towards where they'd come from without waiting for Zack to reply.
Court got out of his clothes and walked back through the shower room, hearing one shower on and seeing Zack's clothes on the ground.
Zack was standing under the water spray, soaking and running a hand through his hair. Court stepped up behind him and ran a hand down his arm.
Zack turned around, and Court saw that he was hard. Court flicked his eyes up to Zack's, but the man was letting the water run down his face.
Court brushed his hand over Zack's hip to get his attention and watched him wipe the water off his face. "Hmm?"
Court wasn't sure what to do for Zack, but the man kept looking down at Court's length while licking his lips.
"Step back," Court pushed Zack's shoulder gently, and the man moved out from directly under the water without hesitation. Court stepped under the water, soaking his hair before taking a half-step back. "C'mere," He held a hand out, and Zack blocked the water as he stood directly in front of Court.
Court thought about teasing, thought about dragging this out, but clearly, Zack needed this now. He's been waiting all day. "Kneel," Court's eyes flicked to the ground as he spoke.
Zack hummed in the back of his throat and sank to his knees. He looked up at Court and pawed at Court's thighs, waiting to be told what to do.
Court ran a hand through Zack's hair, separating it into sections and staring hard at the white strands. "You got some seasoning in you, huh?"
Zack squeezed his thighs and clenched his mouth shut, fighting the urge to make Court move faster.
Court fidgeted more with the white hairs and dragged his nails along Zack's scalp. The water hit the back of Zack's head as he moved his hand, and Zack leaned his head against Court's thigh.
Court pulled Zack's face away from his thigh and held him gently. "Put your hands on me, I know you want to."
Zack wrapped his hands around Court's dick and sighed in relief. Finally.
"Listen to everything I say without any backtalk… sure you're not a puppy?" Court parted Zack's hair to let the water hit it evenly.
Zack licked his lips and experimentally stroked Court's length. Court froze and gripped his hair tightly. "Zack," He scolded, and Zack's hand stopped moving. "Good. You listen so well."
Zack felt himself shudder and his dick twitch at the praise. Dammit, Court's going to use that against him. "Court," He begged silently.
Court took the bottle of shampoo from the shelf and squeezed some out onto his hand. "Think you can focus while I scrub your hair?"
Zack nodded, and Court permitted him to stroke his length. Zack felt Court's fingertips massaging the shampoo into his hair and closed his eyes a moment before refocusing on pumping Court's dick.
Court took a steadying breath and started rinsing the shampoo out. "Use your tongue, but don't put it in your mouth," He told Zack after the shampoo was fully washed away.
Zack hummed and leaned forward, licking the tip of his dick and groaning at the taste. Court held the back of his tightly for a second as he collected himself before letting go to grab the bottle of conditioner.
Zack licked along the underside of Court's length and flicked his tongue across his tip over and over again, lapping at it as if his life depended on it.
Court started working the conditioner into Zack's hair, and shushed him when Court had to pull his head away from Court's dick. "Just a second," He whispered as he ran his fingers through Zack's hair to get the conditioner out.
Zack collected the spit in his mouth and let it seep onto Court's tip as he ran his tongue across it. Court stilled his head, and Zack looked up at him with blown-out eyes. "Use your mouth now, you did well."
Zack gripped the base of Court's dick and wrapped his lips around the tip. He groaned at finally being allowed to use his mouth and flicked his tongue. Zack felt himself dripping precum despite the water running down his body.
Court couldn't wash Zack's body in this position, so he decided to clean his own hair in the meantime. He got through shampooing his hair okay, but the moment he trailed his fingers through his hair with the conditioner, Zack started bobbing his head up and down.
"Zack," Court croaked out. Zack froze, ready to be scolded for not following orders— for not having patience, but Court just rolled his hips experimentally.
Zack gripped his thigh tightly and moaned. Court smirked and got the conditioner in his hair evenly before looking down at Zack. "This what you wanted all along?"
Zack nodded as much as he could and hummed in affirmation. Court leaned into the water to rinse the conditioner out, letting his dick slide deeper into Zack's mouth.
Zack's nails dug into Court's leg as he choked on the man's length. Court pulled away the water, wiping it off his face, and saw Zack drooling.
"Suck, Zack. I'll tell you when to stop," Court threaded his fingers through the hair at the top of Zack's head and watched as Zack started sucking him off.
Zack closed his eyes at the taste and feeling and dropped his hand away from Court's length to take hold of his own. Court gripped his hair a bit tighter and pulled his mouth almost completely off his dick. "You only touch yourself until I tell you to stop," Court said as he grazed his nails over Zack's scalp and waited until the man nodded with a small, broken hum to let him continue moving.
Zack took hold of his own dick and started stroking himself, moaning around Court's length when he pressed his thumb into his tip. Court thrusted his hips once, then twice into Zack's mouth, and watched the man's eyelids flutter, and his breathing turn heavy. "Bet you've been leaking all day— just waiting for someone to order you around," Court spoke down to Zack, and the man squirmed at his words. "Gotta take care of my seniors, right?"
Zack gagged when he took too much of Court's length, and Court pulled his head back so he wouldn't keep making himself gag. Zack stroked himself furiously, wanting to cum so badly now that he'd finally gotten what he wanted all day, but Court could hear his little groans and whines become louder and more needy, and put an end to it. "Stop," Court patted Zack's cheek approvingly when the man stopped jerking off. "Make me cum and then you can," He pet Zack's cheek with his thumb as he spoke.
Zack put his hand back up to rest on Court's thigh. It was slick with his precum and the water running from the shower, but Court didn't mind. Zack started bobbing his head and then reached up to squeeze Court's hip. Court tilted his head questioningly at the man, and Zack tugged his hip forward so Court's length would thrust into his mouth. Really, Court shouldn't be surprised by the things Zack liked or wanted… but here he was.
Court rolled his hips into Zack's mouth, only taking a few seconds to time his thrusts correctly before Zack started sucking him. Zack breathed heavily through his nose, uncaring for the water hitting the back of his head and spraying over his face. All he wanted was for Court to cum. He needed Coudt to cum.
Court let out breathy moans and sighs the closer he got, and warned Zack when he was going to cum. Zack hummed in approval and kept working Court inside his mouth even as the man's hips stuttered and stilled as he came.
Zack closed his eyes at the taste of Court's cum on his tongue and sucked as much of it down as he could. He kept bobbing his head on Court's dick, somehow lost in the pleasure of making someone else cum and then tasting it.
Court winced at the overstimulation and gently pulled Zack's mouth off his length. Zack breathed heavily as drool and cum dripped down the sides of his mouth. Court looked down at Zack's length and saw that the man was achingly hard and leaking all over the shower floor.
"You can cum now," Court pet Zack's hair, and Zack leaned his face against Court's thigh, breathing in deeply before wrapping a hand around himself again.
Zack panted into Court's skin as he stroked himself quickly, not bothering to pick up speed over time, and moaned quietly into Court's leg. He grabbed hold of Court's hip and held on tightly as he neared his climax. Court carded his fingers through Zack's hair as the man gasped, went still, and came on the floor.
Court praised him quietly, and Zack lifted his now cum covered hand to rest on Court's other hip. He gripped Court's hips tightly as he caught his breath.
Court took hold of one of Zack's hands. "You okay?" He asked softly.
Zack nodded before sitting back on his feet. "Shit," He whispered. "Needed that."
Court laughed at his tone and blissful expression before helping Zack to his feet. Zack used his shoulder to stabilize himself, and Court was reminded of how much bigger the man in front of him was as the water stopped touching Court.
Zack turned around, facing the water spray, and grabbed hold of the body wash. "C'mere," He dragged Court under the water spray, soaking his hair again, and started scrubbing down his body.
Court went to interject and say he could do this himself, but Zack only huffed and continued cleaning him. Zack finished cleaning his torso and arms and crouched down to clean his legs.
Court put a hand on Zack's head without thinking and was rewarded with a smirk directed up at him. "Think you like my hair more than me."
Court messed Zack's hair up in response. Zack ignored his now messy, wet hair and ran the soap over Court's legs and ass. He squeezed Court's ass before dropping his hands away and standing again.
He smiled at Court's surprised and slightly embarrassed expression before making Court stand under the water to clean off.
Zack scrubbed himself as Court washed the soap off and then rinsed himself quickly before shutting the water off.
Zack reached for a towel he'd set up near his clothes on the floor and wrapped it around Court's neck. Court put his hands on the towel as Zack stepped out of the stall to get himself a towel.
Court wiped himself dry and stepped out, following Zack's wet footprints back to the sink. Zack had a towel wrapped around his waist and was tossing his dirty clothes into his bag.
Court grabbed his own clothes and started dressing. Zack glanced back at him and smiled genuinely. He didn't say anything, but Court nodded at him as he finished getting dressed.
Zack got dressed a second later, tossing his towel in the bin of used towels alongside Court's.
They walked over to the door together, and Court unlocked it. Zack put a hand on the heavy wood to stop him from opening it, so Court turned to look at him with his brows pulled together.
"Thanks," Zack whispered and let go of the door. He pulled it open himself as Court cleared his throat and they started walking down the hallway together towards their barracks.
Court didn't respond to his thanks and put his hands in his pockets. Zack glanced at him and bumped his shoulder. "Sure aren't acting like I just swallowed your cum," He smirked as he watched Court choke on his spit. "And there it is."
Court elbowed him in the side, but all Zack did was laugh and tug Court into his side. He patted Court's shoulder and leaned down into his ear, "You do take good care of your seniors. I'll have to pay you back somehow."
Court blushed and ducked his head down, but kept walking with Zack's arm thrown over his shoulders. The man teased him for his red face, actually reaching a hand up to punch his cheek, but didn't comment any further.
Court sighed but couldn't help the little smile that made its way onto his face. Maybe what they'd just done helped Court calm down, too…
Courtland, “Sorry, sir” Gentry with a discipline kink 🤤🤤
He’s undercover with reader and he fucks something up but only you catch him. You get in his space once you’re alone and before you can even begin to reprimand him he’s apologizing with a clipped “sorry, sir.” You tell him it’s not enough, but someone comes in to interrupt you so you let it lie.
Until the day is over and it’s just you and him in a secure office. You scold him, and he takes it—he takes it too well, you can tell he likes it. So you do the only thing you can think of that will get it through his head that he fucked up, you restrict privileges. You cuff his hands behind him to the chair and tease. He can’t touch, he can’t be loud, and he sure as hell can’t cum, no matter how much you touch him.
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I fucking lost the plot in this. Idk why this was so difficult for me to write. There’s some super heavy implications in this and I had to scrap so much of what I wrote originally because it just felt wrong.
I don’t even know if this is good. Not proud, but it’s 3680 words… so take it ig.
Court watched you open the closet door and winced internally when it smacked into the wall. He knew he'd fucked up but, shit, you were more pissed off than he thought you'd be.
The door closed behind you as you walked up to him. Court was standing with his arms crossed and his head down in the corner, looking a little too much like a kicked puppy. Before you could open your mouth and rip into him, Court whispered, "Sorry, sir."
You clenched your jaw and laid a hand on his shoulder tightly. You squeezed once in warning before dropping your hand. "Do not."
Court nodded faintly and dropped his arms to his sides, glancing up at your chest but not your eyes. You started seething, preparing to lay into him about how stupid what he did was, and how he could have fucked this entire mission up, but the door squeaking as it was opened stopped you.
You turned just your head around towards the door, eyes narrowed at the man walking in, and saw the man stop in his tracks. You both looked at each other. You hadn't even realized it, but you had grabbed Court's forearm when the door started opening instinctively.
Court was staring down at where your hand was wrapped around him in a vice grip and took a shaky breath in.
The man said that you two weren't allowed in here in the weakest, shakiest voice possible, clearly intimidated by you, and you nodded faintly as you apologized with a strained calm voice.
The man had you two leave the closet, your hand pulling Court with you, and him following you with his head down. He didn't make eye contact with the man who had caught you two speaking, but he could feel the weird look he was getting from him.
You dragged Court to a semi-quiet area of the party you two were infiltrating and let go of his arm slowly. "Sorry," You mumbled, looking down at where he might actually bruise because of your strong grip. "Shit…" You rubbed your palms over his arm to soothe the skin, but Court couldn't pay attention to that— not when you were acting like this.
"It's fine," He finally spoke up quietly. He was worried you'd rip into him again, but given your focus on his arm— on the possibility of having hurt him— he was willing to take his chances.
You sighed and traced where your nails had dug into his skin. You finally shook your head and let go of his arm. "We'll talk about what you did later," You trailed off and then sadly added, "I'm sorry I hurt you."
Court shrugged dismissively and pushed himself off the wall he'd been leaning against. "Don't worry about it," He meant what he said. You didn't intentionally hurt him, so he wasn't angry whatsoever.
You hummed and patted his upper arm in response. You disappeared down the hallway, getting back to work, and Court had to take a second to get his heart and breathing under control again. He looked down at his forearm and licked his lips when he saw the slightest indents from your nails.
Court cleared his throat and readjusted his shirt, getting himself back on track, before walking down the hallway towards the main party.
Four hours later, Court sat in the passenger seat of the car you two had been renting for the job and watched the streets as you drove.
You were quiet, focusing on the road ahead of you, and Court wasn't sure if that meant you were calm or not. Maybe you were still angry over his fuck up earlier, maybe you weren't.
Court listened to the music playing on the radio to try to relax and saw your hand tap the steering wheel along with the best. Okay, so maybe you weren't angry anymore… Maybe.
Court bit his lip. May as well bite the bullet, right? "Sir?" He called softly to you. Your eyes darted to the side towards him a moment before returning to the streets.
"Hmm?" You responded as you took a right turn smoothly. Court watched your hands on the wheel glide over the leather and cleared his throat.
"Are you— earlier?" Court struggled to get what he was saying out. He realized how stupid this all sounded now that he was in the position to speak, but he was in too deep not to have you yell at him for being an idiot.
You nodded as you pulled into the parking garage of the hotel you were staying in. You pulled the car into a spot hidden away from any cameras and threw the shifter into park. You turned towards Court and he saw your eyes narrow for a second. "We'll talk once we're in privacy."
You undid your seatbelt, shut the car off, and got out. Court blinked and then undid his own seatbelt before getting out of the car. You opened the trunk to grab both of your bags and closed it again.
Court took his bag from you silently, unsure if speaking would worsen your ire, even if it was to say thank you.
You two walked into the hotel, grabbed your keys, and went up the elevator. Court kept glancing at you, feeling his heart race for some reason. Maybe it was the anticipation of being yelled at by you? Who knows?
You unlocked the door and swung it open, flipping the light switch on and dropping your bag on one of the queen-size beds. Court dropped his on the other bed and turned towards you after you locked the door.
Court stood upright with his head lowered, hands clasped in front of him as you walked up to him. You sighed, something between disappointment and anger, and shook your head. "You know how stupid that was, right?"
Court knew you weren't looking for an answer but felt himself nodding anyway. You pinched the bridge of your nose. "You coulda gotten someone killed— you're better than that." You didn't even shout at him. You just spoke firmly, like a teacher having to scold a good student, and Court tightened his hands together.
He was beginning to feel hot and his heart was pounding in his chest. "You're better than that… I'm disappointed in your performance today," You crossed your arms and Court's eyes followed your muscles shifting.
"Yes, sir," He mumbled, voice weak. You looked him up and down, surprised he was speaking in that tone. Court's been reprimanded by superiors before, so why was he acting differently now that it was you?
"Court?" You asked with wide eyes, actually lost for words when you realized what was happening.
Court's shoulders tightened and his head lowered even more. "Sir?"
You took a step closer, getting in his space and lifted a hand to rest on his ducked chin. "You like being reprimanded by me, is that it?" You rubbed your thumb over his chin and Court swallowed harshly.
"No, sir," He lied, hands clenching together as you lifted his head. Court refused to make eye contact with you as his face burned.
"Tell me the truth," You whispered. Court refused to answer. He was beyond embarrassed and ashamed of himself, of how his body was reacting. You hummed shortly at his lack of response, and took hold of one of his forearms.
Court looked down at your hand on him and you began pulling him towards the desk chair in the room. "Sir?" He asked feebly but all you did was shush him gently.
You spun the chair out to be close to the bed and motioned for him to sit down. "Gotta reprimand you some way," You explained simply. Court bit his lip but sat down in the chair, back tense as he looked up at you with big, wet eyes.
You put a hand on the top of his head and ran your fingers through his hair gently. Court relaxed a little at the touch and leaned into your hand. You leaned down and whispered, "You okay with this?"
Court tapped his foot on the floor anxiously, feeling himself lose control over his body and mind as he kept touching him. "'m okay," He murmured. You kissed the side of his head in response and pulled your hand away from him.
Court looked up as you walked to your bag and pulled out handcuffs. Court looked down at his hands resting on his lap and then up at you. You came back in front of him and had him put his hands behind the back of the chair.
You handcuffed him loosely and saw him try to look over his shoulder at the metal wrapped around his wrists. Court turned back to you with his pupils dilated and you smirked. "This isn't gonna be much of a punishment, is it?" You asked yourself aloud as you reached for his belt.
Court spread his legs for you and you patted his thigh before unbuckling his belt. You slipped the leather out of the loops and dropped it on the bed behind you.
Court watched you grab hold of the back of his knee and roll the chair closer to the bed as if he weighed nothing. You sat down on the edge of the bed, your legs between Court's spread ones, and reached for his zipper.
You stopped just before touching him and glanced up at his face, but he was looking down at your hands. You tilted his head up and hummed questioningly, eyes flicking between his pants and his eyes. Court nodded and shifted in the chair, trying to coax you into taking off his pants.
You kissed his cheek and started pulling down his waistband. Court lifted his hips off the chair so you could get the material below his ass, and watched how you yanked it down to rest just under his knees. He looked down at himself when your hand teased his length through his underwear.
Court tensed and strained against the handcuffs. Of course, you knew how much he loved being touched, so you had to take it away as punishment. He sighed at the realization that he wouldn't be able to touch you and you smiled. Maybe this would be a punishment after all.
"Sir," He blinked a few times as you trailed a hand over his dick through his underwear. Your thumb pressed into his tip and his back arched against the chair.
You pulled his underwear to the side and his length sat against his thigh, no longer having the underwear in the way. "Gonna cum too soon… we can't have that." You rubbed his tip and watched Court inhale sharply. He breathed heavily and tried to close his legs together. You used your knees to prevent his legs from closing, and watched him writhe under your touch.
You pulled your hand away and he slumped against the chair. "Think you can stay quiet?" You asked him, petting his cheek comfortingly as if you hadn't been trying to make him get loud two seconds ago.
"Yes, sir," Court closed his eyes and felt your hand move to the waistband of his underwear. "Sir," He whined. He needed you to move faster, do something, make him cry from pleasure, anything other than fidget with the waistband of his underwear teasingly.
"Hmm?" You hummed as if you had no clue what he was begging for. "What do you need?"
Court huffed and dropped his head. "Take it— please take it off," He breathed.
You hummed in approval before slipping the underwear down his legs with his assistance. You rubbed your hands up and down his thighs and hips, watching him twitch and blush at the soft touch.
You wrapped a hand around his length a moment later, eyes focused on his body. Court watched your hand move and marveled at how gentle you were. He wasn't surprised you were gentle— that wasn't as much of a surprise as it used to be— but he'd expected a punishment to hurt in some way... but this didn't.
You saw the thoughtful expression on his face when his head raised a bit, and slowed your hand. "You alright?" You were ready to pull away from him but Court nodded with his eyes closed again.
"You said punishment…" He forced the words out. "Expected it to hurt, ya know?" He felt humiliated saying this, but you were worried about him. The least he could do was explain why he looked so lost in his head.
You actually froze and then let go of him completely. You sat there watching his entire body to see if he'd been in distress while you were too carried away to notice, but he seemed relaxed. "Nothing is supposed to hurt," Your voice was firmer and angrier now than it had been when you were scolding him earlier. Court went to speak, tried to rationalize what he was thinking, and pretended nothing happened, but you kept going. "If something— I would not hurt you, that's just wrong."
Court finally glanced up at you and saw how serious you were. "But I fucked up—" He started but you shook your head.
"Doesn't matter," You cut him off. "Doesn't matter, I'm not hurting you."
Court tapped his foot on the ground as he thought. "So… how's this a punishment then?" You actually looked like you were ready to burn a building after he asked that, and he regretted ever opening his mouth.
"You not being able to touch me, be loud, or cum is the 'punishment'. Nothing is supposed to hurt." You said adamantly.
Court took a moment to absorb your words and then whispered, "Oh."
You went to reach around the chair to undo the loose cuffs but Court bumped his knee into yours. "I trust you… I'd like to continue," Court told you, eyes glancing between your leg touching his, and your face.
You nodded with a small, genuine smile and wrapped a hand lightly around his length again, watching his face the whole time to make sure he was actually okay with this.
Court only sighed and spread his legs back out, relieved that the private, quiet thought of being hurt was no more. He didn't want to say anything earlier in case it upset you, but he also just thought a 'punishment' meant pain.
You leaned forward and kissed the top of his head, putting a gentle hand on the back of his neck and carding your fingers through his hair. Court relaxed into the touch and you felt better now that he was openly okay.
Court watched you graze your nail along a vein on his length and groaned quietly. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as you took your hand away, spit in it, and brought it back down to his dick.
Court shuddered at the wetness collected on your palm and closed his legs around yours. You hushed him and started stroking him, thumb brushing over his tip each time, making him bite down on his lip harder to keep himself quiet.
"Roll into my hand," You put a hand on his hip to encourage him to start thrusting, and he hesitantly did as you asked. In the back of his mind, all he could think about was the fact that this punishment didn't feel much like one at all.
You squeezed the base of his dick as Court thrusted into your hand and he dropped his head. It felt so good and that wasn't what he'd been expecting going into this. Maybe you'd hurt him, sure, but Court would deserve it for failing… Now? He couldn't really believe he'd thought that you would harm him. When your nails had dug into him hard enough to leave marks at the party, you'd soothed his skin and apologized, looking guilty as sin… Of course you wouldn’t hurt him.
"How's that feel?" You asked him, breaking him out of his thoughts. Court nodded a couple of times and you hummed. "Good, you're doing so good," You praised quietly as he kept rolling his hips into your hand.
Court strained his arms against the handcuffs—he'd honestly forgotten they were there— because he wanted so badly to wrap his arms around you— touch you in some way.
You saw his struggle and warred with yourself over whether or not you should uncuff him. May as well just ask the man himself, right?
"Court," You called and held his jaw up so he'd look at you. "You wanna touch me?"
Court pressed his face into your hand and nodded. "Please."
"I have to stop touching you, though." You told him before stilling his hips with a firm hand and letting go of his length. Court whimpered at the loss but watched you attentively as you got off the bed and walked behind him.
He felt the handcuffs drop away from his wrists and sighed in relief. He could touch you now. You rubbed his wrists where they were marked from his straining before standing and making your way to the bed again.
Court reached down to his boots and tugged them off, throwing them without a care for where they'd land, and then slipped off his pants and underwear.
You sat down on the bed, watching him with a soft look, and Court stood from the chair.
You reached a hand out and he took it without hesitation. You tugged him on top of you and Court sat on your lap.
"Better?" You asked, brushing some hair out of his face. He nodded and guided one of your hands to his dick. You took hold of him again and began stroking him like before.
Court buried his face in your shoulder, rocking his hips into your hand while letting out panted breaths and groans. "Never been on someone's lap before," He admitted into your shirt.
You kissed the side of his head, next to his ear, and met each of his thrusts easily. "You like it?" You teased him.
Court mumbled something into your shirt but you didn't catch the words. You asked him to repeat it and he brought his face away from your shoulder just a hint. "I like you."
You felt him press against your shirt harder than before, and you held onto him tightly. "Such a sweetheart," You kissed his hair. "Like you too, Court."
Court gripped the back of your shirt as you sped up your hand. He's been on the edge of cumming a couple of times now, but something was always stopping him, so now he was chasing his release.
"Close," Court whimpered into your shirt as your hand glided up and down his length.
"C'mere," You whispered into his ear and brought his face up to be in front of yours. You leaned up to brush your lips against his and Court jumped at the opportunity to kiss you.
Court slid a hand up to the back of your neck and held you as you slid your tongue in his mouth. Court sighed when your tongue touched his and couldn't focus on thrusting his hips anymore.
You pulled back enough to nip his lower lip and then went back to kissing before he could do anything.
Court pulled away to catch his breath and you trailed kisses down his throat. He held onto the back of your head like it was a lifeline and felt your hand wrapped around his dick finally sending him over the edge.
You kept kissing and sucking his neck as he came over your hand and both of your bodies. Court let out a choked moan but remained quiet otherwise.
You pulled your hand away from his length but kept laying small kisses across his skin.
"Sir?" Court asked after you hadn't stopped when he thought you would.
You nipped his Adam's apple and pulled away fully. He swallowed and panted as he caught his breath. "That feel good?" You asked sincerely.
Court nodded with a faint smile, feeling spent and relieved. "Should get in trouble more often."
You snorted and wiped your hand off on your shirt. "We get into enough trouble as is."
Court looked down and saw his cum over his shirt and yours. "Uhh.” He wasn't sure what to do now.
"Get up for me," You patted his thigh and Court stood on semi-shaky legs. You put his hand on your shoulder so you'd be his anchor and he helped you stand up a moment later. "Shower."
You grabbed clean clothes out of your bag, and Court did the same. You walked into the bathroom together and he turned the water to the shower on.
When he turned around to face the sink, you had stripped down and were now leaning against the counter. Court almost choked on his spit and turned his eyes away.
"Honey, please," You chuckled at his reaction. "I just made you cum in my lap but you can't see me naked?"
Court sighed softly and wiped a hand down his face. "That's different," He tried to argue.
You hummed noncommittally in response and checked the temperature of the water before getting in the shower. You held a hand out for Court to take and he stepped under the water using your hand to balance himself.
You faced the water, wetting your hair, and Court may or may not have admired your back muscles moving as you lifted your arms to push your hair around.
Court laid a hand on your shoulder and then pressed his front into your back, wrapping his arms around your front tightly. "Thank you," He said just loud enough over the water.
You rubbed a hand over his forearm and leaned back into his chest. "Don't need to thank me."
Court shrugged and took a hand away from your body to grab a bottle of shampoo.
May as well thank you some other way for being so kind, right?
Zack absolutely enamored by wolf-hybrid Court’s teeth, potentially right after Court had to use them to get out of a sticky situation
aka: Zack horny about Court nearly ripping someone’s arm off with just bite power
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Court almost rips someone’s arm off and crushes their throat with his teeth. How lovely :3
Zack is #livingthedream rn and Court is learning new things about himself. Word Count: 2356
When Sierra had breached the building, Court had been up a sniper's nest some few hundred yards away watching everyone's back.
Except, Zack had yelled for him over comms within a minute of entering the building, and Court had gathered his equipment in seconds before rushing towards the building.
Court entered behind the rest of Sierra, footsteps going silent as he saw multiple men pinning down his squad. One of the group separated from the others, intent on slicing open one of their throats from behind.
Court saw it from his vantage point and just before the man had fully raised the blade, Court bit down on his arm hard. The man screamed and everyone in the room, despite the gunfire, glanced over at the sound.
Sierra's attackers were beyond surprised that it was a man biting their comrade and not a massive dog to say the least. The rest of Sierra used the distraction to push forward and kill the assailants while Court nearly bit the man's arm off.
The man dropped the knife in the scuffle and Court spun him using the arm in his mouth so he was facing Court. He looked absolutely frightened and tears were running down his face as Court leapt forward and crushed the bones in his throat.
The man gasped feebly and then went still under Court's hold. Zack and the others watched this with their jaws dropped, completely forgetting about the rest of the mission with Court doing this in front of them.
Court dropped the man and his head bounced off the cement floor before rolling to the side. The blood from his throat was pouring out like a fountain, and Court licked his teeth instinctively to clean them.
He spat out some of it and turned towards Zack. Zack kept glancing between the man on the floor and Court's mouth. Court felt his ears pin back under his helmet at the stares pointed his way from the team, and took a subtle step back.
Zack cleared his throat and whistled to get everyone's attention. "Nice, you saved our asses," He nodded to Court and had everyone focusing on the mission again. "Alright, we clear this building and the next, and we're done."
Everyone got back to work, listening to Zack's orders and Court felt the hair on his neck finally relax. He licked away the blood on his lips and wiped a gloved hand over his face to try to get rid of the feeling of sticky blood, but it wasn't much use.
The rest of the mission went fine, nothing exciting happened to them. Court was sick of the dried blood but focused on what he was doing easily.
When they loaded up in the early morning after finishing their operation, Zack sat down next to him in the cargo plane they were using as cover to get back to the States.
Court didn't say anything, just continued decompressing after an operation away from everyone else. Zack pulled a bottle of water out from behind him and a rag. "Come on," Zack turned towards him where they sat on the crate they were using as a seat. Court watched him pour water out onto the clean rag and squeeze it a couple of times before folding it into a neat square. "You look like a vampire right now."
Court huffed and went to reach for the wet rag but Zack pulled his hand away. "Lemme do it, you'll never get all of it," He smirked at Court and Court finally turned fully towards him with his chin raised.
Zack raised the rag and his opposite hand up to Court's face and laid his hand on Court's cheek to stabilize him. He started wiping away the dried blood as best he could, having to put some pressure and scrub the same areas over and over again.
Court closed his eyes and felt his ears drop down as he relaxed. Would have been nice to wear the helmet right now to hide what he was feeling from Zack, but the damn thing squeezed his ears enough as it was… He didn't much feel like wearing it anymore than he had to to be quite honest.
Zack smirked seeing Court's ears droop and brushed the rag over the man's lips. Court's eyelids flickered for a moment before his eyes opened fully. He looked at Zack questioningly and Zack huffed. "Your teeth are probably dirty, too, huh?" He dropped his hand down to press against Court's bottom lip.
Court pulled back a little at the touch and Zack whispered, "Easy." Court grumbled before letting Zack touch his lip again. "They feel gross?"
Court licked his teeth again and grimaced. "Yeah."
Zack hummed. "Open, I'll wipe 'em now so it'll be easier to clean later." Court scanned his face, looking for any sign that Zack was fucking with him, but all Zack did was pull away to wet the rag again. The man folded the rag into another neat, now clean square and raised it to Court's face again.
Court pulled his lips back to show his teeth, more so the top than the bottom, and Zack's eyes widened. "Wow," He murmured to himself before starting to wipe the blood off of Court's front teeth.
When he pulled away to find a clean spot on the rag, Court spoke. "'Wow' what?"
Zack found a spot on the rag and brought it back to Court's face. "Wow, as in: your teeth are bloody and your canines are sharp as hell."
Court huffed a laugh through his nose. Of course, his canines are sharp. Zack was so… stupid sometimes.
Zack traced the rag in between his teeth, pulling out bits of flesh that had gotten stuck, and wiping away blood that didn't want to go. His eyes and hand lingered on Court's canines, and Court felt his ears perk up when an explanation for Zack's behavior struck him.
"You like them," Court said quietly when Zack pulled away again. Zack froze for a millisecond before continuing what he was doing. "Oh, you do."
Zack grumbled under his breath before cleaning up Court's bottom teeth. His eyes, again, lingered on the canines and felt both of them with his thumb, pressing down on the sharp point. Court growled softly in the back of his throat, hoping to freak Zack out, but all the man did was lick his lips.
Court's ears flicked back and forth at the reaction. Man, he's never going to understand Zack, is he? Getting turned on by Court's teeth… is that a new low?
Zack finally pulled away and put the rag down on the crate beside him, clearing his throat and wiping his wet hands off in his pants. Court's tail wagged seeing how affected Zack was and he growled again, just wanting to see what would happen.
Zack pushed his shoulder without making eye contact and Court laughed silently. His tail wagged more and he slid sideways to sit right next to Zack. Court wrapped his tail around him and let the tip of it rest on Zack's thigh.
Zack sighed. "You're so annoying," He spoke without any real malice or annoyance. Court gave him a toothy smile and Zack's eyes darted between Court's eyes and his teeth.
"You're so easy," Court smirked and laughed to himself. Perhaps he was feeling too confident right now, but he'd never expected Zack to be affected like this by him in any way. So, sue him, he wanted to tease.
Zack mocked his words and then went silent. They sat there, looking around the rest of the cargo hold and enjoying the quiet. The rest of their team was further in the plane, resting together, probably asleep right now if Zack had to guess.
Zack turned his head towards Court and shifted the man's head towards him with a light pointer finger to the jaw. "Can I try something?" He asked, eyes on Court's lips. As if Court didn't already know what he wanted.
Court turned halfway towards Zack and nodded once. Zack leaned down, hand resting on the side of Court's face, and kissed him. It was soft for only a moment before Zack sighed and opened his mouth. He licked over Court's teeth and traced one of his canine teeth.
Court hummed low in the back of his throat at the feeling and put a hand on Zack's side. He squeezed when Zack pulled away enough to nip Court's bottom lip. Such an ass.
Zack dipped his thumb into Court's open mouth and Court's tongue found the finger instantly. He lapped at the skin with his eyes closed and wrapped his lips around Zack's finger. His ears dropped down as if this calmed him and Zack brought his other hand up to stroke his cheek. "Saved us earlier," He whispered to Court as he leaned his forehead against the man's. "So strong."
Court's nails dug into Zack's side and his tail twitched. "Mhmm," He mumbled around the finger in his mouth. Court sucked on it and brought his free hand up to wrap around Zack's wrist.
Zack's finger slipped out of his mouth when he pulled away enough to swing his leg over the crate so he was straddling it. Zack felt Court's tail move so it was behind Court's back, swishing back and forth lazily.
Court kept hold of Zack's wrist and shuffled forward before putting the man's thumb back in his mouth. Zack looked down by chance and saw the tent in Court's pants. Court was already hard from just sucking Zack's finger.
Jesus, Court was trying to kill this old man.
"Court," Zack murmured. Court looked at him with half-lidded eyes as drool started to seep out of the sides of his mouth. Zack thought for a moment, not sure of what to say but he had an idea of what to do.
He brought his free hand down and pressed the heel of his palm into Court's erection. Court groaned, a quiet growl following the sound. Zack saw the man's tail freeze before it dropped down to rest fully on the crate. Okay, Court liked this.
He shushed Court gently as the man rolled his hips into Zack's hand. He whined lowly as Zack slipped his thumb out of his mouth. Zack smirked at him and said, "Be patient. You can do that, right?"
Court flicked his tail, annoyed, but waited as Zack readjusted himself on the crate so he was facing Court fully. He straddled the crate just like Court was and tugged the man towards him. Court's knees bumped into his and before Court could complain, Zack slipped his pointer and middle fingers into his mouth.
Court's ears perked up before drooping. He gave a few licks to Zack's fingers before beginning to suck and graze his sharp teeth over the skin.
"So strong. You saved us," Zack whispered to Court. "Did so well."
Court grabbed Zack's hand and placed it back down on his pants. He kept a firm hold of the man's wrist as he started thrusting into his hand. Court groaned at the feeling and bit down just a little on Zack's fingers.
Zack didn't even wince, just laughed at Court's reaction. "Needed this, huh? Needed me to take care of you?" He teased Court as the man nodded around his fingers.
Court grazed his canines slowly over Zack's fingers and licked over where he'd bitten down too hard in apology. He whined to Zack to show he was sorry and Zack just ground his hand down harder into his erection.
"Quiet down," Zack told Court with a small smile. "You want someone to find us?"
Court shook his head and tried to repress the growls and groans he was letting out. Zack praised him again and Court lifted his hand off Zack's wrist. He held onto the corner of the crate beneath him and started pushing into Zack's hand faster.
Zack met Court's thrusts and started pumping his fingers in and out of the man's mouth. Court groaned and drool spilled out of his mouth and dripped down his face, neck, and clothes.
Zack watched the man's ears fully stand up and his tail curl before he choked out a moan and came in his pants. Court splintered the wood of the crate with his white-knuckled grip and released his hold on Zack's wrist so he wouldn't hurt him.
Zack worked him through his orgasm and slipped his fingers out of his mouth when the man's jaw fell open as he panted. Court's saliva dripped down in long strands to the crate beneath him and groaned weakly as Zack's hand pushed into his dick one last time before it pulled away fully.
Zack took the wet rag and wiped down Court's face and neck with a teasing smile. "Gotta make you look presentable before we land."
Court exhaled through his nose and his tail relaxed. His pants were stained but thankfully the material was dark. Zack put the rag in his hand when he unclenched it from the crate. "Clean yourself up and come upstairs to hang out," Zack told him.
Zack stood and stretched as Court finally caught his breath and swung his leg back over the crate so he was facing forward again. Zack leaned down to Court's ear—despite absolutely not having to for Court to hear him— and whispered, "That's my boy."
Court's eyes widened and he shuddered. Zack clapped a hand on his shoulder playfully and walked off, turning the corner around another, taller crate so Court couldn't see him anymore.
Court looked down at the rag in his hand and then at his pants. Holy shit. Did he just…? He cleared his throat and cleaned himself up, wincing at the sensitivity.
He slipped the rag into a pocket so no one would see it, and then stood. Court saw over his shoulder that his tail was wagging far too happily. He took hold of it and sighed. Damn tail and ears always gave away what he was feeling.
