NSFW DJCom Fics

CFNF (Clothed Female/Naked Female)

DJ unlocked the door to Commander's room eagerly, her hands were jittery with excitement. The root of her excitement was from previously in the day. Commander had come to her saying that she had a present for her and if it was okay to meet in her room and DJ, being a woman with a strong love for gifts, happily accepted.

Now, DJ stood in the doorway with a small grin. Inside the room stood Commander (who was already undoing her bun). "Hello, DJ. I'm glad you're here," she said in a sultry tone. "I hope you won't be disappointed with the gift…" DJ shook her head.

"Anything from you is a gift in itself!"

"Shut up, that was cheesy."

Before DJ could say anything else, Commander pulled her shirt off with a hesitant huff. Beneath she wore a black laced bra with a tiny bow in the middle. If DJs eyes were visible, they would be as wide as saucers. "Ah, uh, that's not all," Commander said as she gingerly unbuckled her belt. She tugged down her pants to reveal the matching set of panties. The black contrasted heavily against Commander's skin. Commander looked at DJ from the top of her sunglasses, her pupils blown wide.

DJ swallowed. She took a couple steps forward and looked Commander up and down hungrily. She adored how Commander's chubby body curved against the clothing. "Can I touch you?" She asked, her hands twitching for emphasis. Commander nodded. DJs hands immediately went to her breasts and gently squeezed, earning a little moan in response. DJ chuckled as Commander squirmed at her touch. The stronger woman leaned forward and nuzzled her face into the crook of Commander's neck. "You're so pretty, Comm," DJ mumbled into her neck, her sharp teeth grazing the soft skin. She felt Commander's hand nestle in between her blonde locks.

DJ pressed her body up against Commander's, her hands still sliding up and down her torso. DJ stopped nipping at Commander's neck to press her lips against Commander's, almost knocking off the Commander's sunglasses. She nudged Commander closer to the bed, effectively pushing the message. "Mmhn… DJ-" Commander moaned against DJ's lips, "Please."

"Please what?" DJ pulled away to get a good look into the shorter woman's eyes.

Commander hesitated for a second. "M-More…" her voice lowered to almost a whisper. A sly grin found itself onto DJ's flushed face. "I want you to touch me more." DJ didn't have to be told any more as she was already pinning Commander against the soft bed, the leader's blue sheets ruffling against their bodies. Commander giggled and hooked her fingers beneath her, a click sounding from her. She slightly sat up, allowing her bra to fall to her lap. Commander leaned back down and wrapped her legs around DJ's back, nudging her closer to her bare chest.

"Comm, you have no idea what you do to me," DJ grumbled happily. DJ leaned down and kissed Commander's tits, mouthing at her puffy nipples. Commander moaned softly at the attention to her chest and arched her back, her eyes clenched shut. DJ groped at Commander's thighs as she licked and sucked at the woman's plump tits. Commander felt a digit slip under the waistband of her panties. Through her moaning, she smiled and covered DJ's larger hand with her own. "You wanna take it off for me, baby?" DJ placed one last loving kiss to her breast and pulled herself away. Commander wordlessly nodded.

She spread her legs and ran her hands teasingly over her thighs. DJ bit her lip impatiently, her hungry eyes raking down her legs. She slipped her fingers beneath the lace panties and pulled them down to her ankles, her legs still spread wide. Commander clenched over nothing as cold air hit her pussy. She blushed intensely at the stare she received. DJ blinked and wrapped a hand around Commander's ankle, slightly moving it to see Commander's slick slit more.

"God, you're already so wet," DJ said as she slid her finger up Commander's sopping slit, just barely entering. Commander's thighs twitched at the attention and a small gasp left her lips. Her skin was flushed red with lust and her long, brunette hair was spread all over the plush pillows beneath her. Just watching Commander was making DJ blush.

Commander had since realized her position at this point; she was completely naked, her bra and underwear taken off and placed somewhere only god knows where, and her girlfriend was completely clothed and teasing her. Her face grew a deeper shade of red at the thought of being overpowered in such a way. Commander's thoughts were interrupted when she felt DJ's fingers drift lower down and touch slightly at her pussy.

Commander bit her quivering lip and kneaded the sheets with her tense hands. DJ snickered and trailed another hand down her stomach, just stopping at her clit. "You want me to touch you more, huh?" DJ teased the other woman, only sparing her a slight glance.

Commander almost kicked DJ out of frustration. "Please, god, DJ-" She whined, grinding her pussy against DJ's hand. "Fuucckk, please!" DJ hummed. She felt a familiar warmth coil in her stomach watching Commander desperately grind against her hand. The DJ eventually gave into her urges and started rubbing the leader's sensitive clit, all the while slowly pressing her fingers into her slit. Commander squealed because of the sudden pleasure and rocked her hips at the touch. DJ crooked her fingers against Commander's walls, feeling her clench around them.

"Good girl," DJ praised as she fingered the older woman. Her lips moved back to Commander's tits. Commander fluttered her eyes at the amount of attention to all of her soft spots. DJ flicked her tongue around the nub of her nipple and gently ground her own hips against Commander's bare body. Commander let out a shrill moan, the sensations were close to pushing her to orgasm. "You're so loud," the DJ snickered against her skin.

Her rubbing grew in speed and quantity, rubbing the sensitive clit until Commander's legs jolted and shook. "D-DJ~ Ah-mmhn-!" She screamed, her eyes opened wide behind her glasses as she started to cum. Commander came with a loud moan, her fluids spilling onto the sheets and DJ. Her pussy spasmed around DJ's fingers and her legs pressed DJ into her bare chest unintentionally. All of her body relaxed once her orgasm passed and she let her head fall against the pillow. The exhausted Commander let out small huffs, her whole body was warm and fuzzy with lust. DJ leaned back and examined the scene before her.

"Commander."

"Mhm?"

"You squirted all over my shirt."

Commander groaned. "Stop talking, please."

Written for 'sweetheart' on AO3, thank you for the lovely request!! :)