NSFW DJCom Fics

Solo

Commander pressed his back against the pillows of his bed with a heavy sigh. His face flared up with embarrassment when he thought back to why he was about to "relax himself".

Before everything, DJ and Commander were talking about something (Commander was too focused on DJ to truly care about what the conservation was about). DJ, in an act of overexcitement, proceeded to grab both of Commander's hands in his own, just slightly curling his fingers. Commander was shocked, both at the sudden touch and the fact DJ's hands were so large and so warm. DJ quickly pulled back, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Ah- sorry, I didn't think that through," he said, worrying a lip between his teeth (his sharp, stupidly attractive teeth).

Commander swallowed dryly, his face a bright red. His eyes were wide behind his glasses as he squeaked out a small "it's ok". DJ gave a toothy smile and pat Commander's shoulder reassuringly. DJ glanced at the clock behind Commander and groaned.

"Shit, I promised I'd spend time with Engineer. I gotta go, Comm." Commander tried to gather his pride, already feeling himself getting warmer just because of DJ's simple gesture. DJ shook his head out of disappointment. 

"Hey," he turned around, "don't miss me too much." And then he left, snickering at his own joke. Commander's eyes scanned down to his crotch and he almost yelped at the overwhelmingly obvious tent in his pants.

In his defense, having a crush on a teammate that seems to have no idea how much of an effect he has on another is a bit of a difficult thing to handle. Especially if that crush is insanely hot… and kind… and funny…Commander knew the moment he saw DJ, he was utterly fucked.

As DJ was finally out of sight, turning the corner to what could possibly be the lobby room, Commander sucked in a breath and ran for the hills. His face was burning with an absurd cocktail of embarrassment and want as he closed his door with a disruptive slam. Thus, Commander found himself in the very position he was in at the beginning.

His hands twitched a little as he drifted down to the waistband of his underwear. His thumb flicked under the clothing, brushing softly against his overly warm skin. In his other hand, Commander held a colorful vibrator (one he hardly ever used due to how much noise it would make). Commander ignored the nagging urge to double check the lock on his door one last time, reassuring himself that yes, it is locked and no, DJ will not walk in. Commander nudged his sunglasses up his face. The excitement and lust bubbling in his stomach was fueling his desire more and more.

He decided to keep his stockings on while he pulled off the last remaining piece of clothing. Commander bit his bottom lip, his eyes lidded. He slipped two fingers in his mouth, imagining it were DJs own. His tongue lapped and swirled around the digits as an attempt to get them as wet and lubricated as possible. A small thought of getting genuine lube in his room popped in the back of his mind. Commander pulled his fingers out of his mouth after a few seconds, a lone strand of spit connecting the digits and his already puffy lips.

Commander felt a twinge of warmth as he brushed those fingers against the rim of his hole. His thoughts drifted to DJ once again. He imagined DJ looming over him, his large build practically shadowing his figure. Commander bent a leg close to his chest to allow more access to his hole. He then began to thrust in and out slowly, allowing himself to imagine more of what he wished was happening. DJ's large, firm hands would finger him, filling him up in miniscule ways. DJ would probably lean forward and just slightly nip at his collarbones, causing Commander to twitch and squirm.

"DJ…" Commander moaned softly. He parted his lips to let out a couple of more weak pants and moans. His hips bucked at the attention and his fingering grew rougher, more desperate. It just wasn't enough. His watery eyes glanced over to the vibrator clenched in between his fingers and he came to a decision. "Mmmh--"