NSFW DJCom Fics

Quiet Down, Commander

Note (1/29/23): the beginning chapters are really bad. I wrote them a year or two ago when I was fairly new to NSFW writing and nobody was writing for TDS. So...it does get better. Believe me.

Also I only write bottom Commander. Fuck off if you like Top Comm & Bottom DJ.

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Gentle kisses were placed along the Commander's throat. Gasps and whines left the man as DJ nudged up against Commander. The only thing sealing them away from their teammates was a thin wall. DJ suddenly dug his teeth into the exposed skin and quickly put a hand to Commander's mouth. "Shh... they'll get suspicious..." Commander bit back a needy cry.

"Yes....gh- yes sir..." Commander whispered, brows furrowed. In normal circumstances, DJ would have laughed. The leader calling someone ELSE sir? Hilarious. However, this wasn't any normal moment. "DJ, more, more please." DJ huffed a warm breath against the shorter man's nape and smiled slyly. Without a word, the DJ grinded his hips against Commander's soft rear. His hand shifted towards the Commander's crotch. 

DJ leaned over Commander's already shivering shoulder and grumbled, "Take off those pants for me, sweetheart. I'll test your endurance." Commanders hands scrambled to his fly and he quickly unzipped his pants. The small closet wasn't doing much for him because it was far too small for such movements. DJ snickered at the man's desperate actions and he slowly moved a hand to the Commander's front again. "Oh, how adorable, you're already leaking..." DJ said as he thumbed the slit of his cock.

"Shut up, DJ," Commander growled only to be cut off by a loud moan. "Ohhh shit! Nhah...ngh..."

"Quiet, Comm. I told you to be quieter," DJ snapped, his hand jerking upward, making Commander let out another cry of pleasure. "One more warning until I leave you here." Commander quickly shut up after that. DJ slid his hand downward, grazing over Commander's balls and stopping at the leader's puckered hole. "Tell me when it hurts, ok baby?" Commander just nodded and clenched his eyes shut. The taller man brought a hand to his mouth and spat in it as a substitute for lube. He lightly pressed against the twitching hole. After what felt like hours, he finally slipped two fingers in which earned a whiny moan. "God damn, you're tight as fuck, Comm'."

The fingers inside of him were oh so big. When DJ crooked his fingers firmly against his prostate, Commander almost sobbed. Commander couldn't reply to anything DJ was mumbling, his lips were bitten bloody already. He so wanted to moan out loud but the thought of any of his friends walking in on this was keeping him from it. The combination of DJ's warm hand cupping his balls and the other nudging and prodding all of his sweet spots drove the Commander over the edge. He dug his teeth into the palm of his hand as white spurts of cum came out and dirtied his thighs.

Through Commander's heavy panting and whining, he could hear DJ ask, "Do you think you're ready?" DJ stroked Commander's arm lovingly. When Commander didn't reply, he nudged his hips forward against Commander's bare ass. "C'mon babe, you gotta speak."

"Yes, fuck, yes sir YES! Fuck m- hah- me, DJ!" That was all DJ needed for him to drop his jeans and lube his cock up for intrusion.

"Nice and slow, nice and slow," DJ whispered as he slowly pressed himself inside the still tight hole. Commander shivered at the feel, his legs wobbling. A content sigh left the DJ when Commander bottomed out. "Ouh. You feel amazing, man."

Commander glared back at him. "Do not call me man when you are deep inside me." DJ laughed partially before slamming into the man.

Commander let out a high pitched moan at the sudden jolt of pure pleasure. "F-Fuck!" His tongue lolled out of his mouth as DJ moved deeper and faster. With each thrust into the man, Commander tightened. The pleasure was starting to get overwhelming, especially at the fact the two weren't supposed to be doing this. The sounds were so animalistic. DJ's grunting and groaning, Commander moaning in time with the thrusts, and the loud, rhythmic slaps of skin against skin.

Footsteps passed by the closet door which ceased DJ's rapid thrusting. "Huh. I'm not sure. It's as if he disappeared or something!" He could hear Scout's voice pass the door. Right after, the Soldier was heard as well. "Yeah, yeah whatever. Commander might just be hiding from us all." Scouts' laughter faded away alongside the thuds of boots and Commander let out a breath he was holding.

"So close, huh? We were almost caught because of you," DJ said as he slammed back into the other man with more vigor.

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At dinner time, Commander shakily sat down, wincing when his rear made contact with the chair. Mini sipped on his beer. "Rough afternoon, huh?" He smirked.

Fuck.