NSFW DJCom Fics

Stuck In A Wall

DJ heard faint groaning and complaining that so obviously belonged to Commander. The team was currently searching for Commander as he had randomly disappeared near the end of a heated battle. When DJ hurriedly ran to the source of the sound, fearing Commander was severely injured (again), he was met with a sight he never imagined he would be seeing.

Half of Commander's body was wedged in a moderately sized hole, his back half was all that DJ could see. Commander's legs were angrily kicking and flailing as he yelled whatever came to his mind.

"This stupid ass wall! And this stupid ass mission! I'm gonna fucking kill that zombie!" The sound of Commander's fist banging against the unmoving concrete made DJ laugh audibly. "...DJ? Are you there?" Ah, his cover was blown.

DJ strode over to the wall. "How'd you even manage to do this, babe?" He snickered. His hands skimmed against the small amount of skin that was exposed from Commander's jacket riding up. Commander shuddered at his warm touch. 

"I-... I was chasing down a zombie because it was getting away from battle. I didn't want a zombie to be alive out there."

DJ hummed. "Well, I can tell you that the zombie will die anyway. Cowboy, Engineer, and Ranger are patrolling beyond this wall. They'll get it. No doubt." DJ could feel Commander relax in obvious relief. "You never fail to amaze me with your impulsiveness sometimes."

He heard Commander angrily huff. "Shut the fuck up!" Commander was obviously embarrassed. He knew he wasn't always that smart, but he never knew he was this stupid to get himself stuck in a hole. There was a short silence shared between them until DJ's hands squeezed Commander's hips.

"Your ass looks great in this pose," he purred. He felt Commander up with his hands, enjoying the small squeak he received. Commander slightly bucked against him. "Oh, did I surprise you?" DJ's voice was laced with amusement and it pissed Commander off.

"You're such a dick!"

"Hmm, maybe. But you still love me," DJ dismissed. "Can I touch you more?" He knew Commander wanted him to, but he loved to hear Commander get flustered. (He also just wanted permission to continue. As much as DJ enjoyed the situation, he still valued Commander's comfort). He heard Commander's breath hitch.

…

"...Yes, please." Commander's voice was strained with embarrassment.

"I knew you'd say that."

"Then why would y- Ngh?!" Commander was about to yell at DJ but was interrupted by a surprise jolt of pleasure. DJ cupped his crotch out of nowhere, making it so Commander had no time to hide his sounds. The larger man gently palmed his clothed bulge, giving a toothy grin at the whiny sounds he received. Though Commander was partially muffled by the thick wall separating them, it was clear that he was starting to get aroused. His legs bent and kicked with every soft squeeze and grind.

Commander was completely at DJ's mercy. He couldn't move or see what DJ was doing. The anticipation of what his boyfriend was about to do to him made his stomach curl excitedly. Every time Commander opened his mouth to tell DJ he was about to cum, only moans would spill out.

DJ was quietly enjoying Commander's reactions. Well, quiet until Commander let out a surprisingly loud moan. His legs bent inward dramatically and a dark wet spot formed on Commander's crotch. "Did you just cum?" DJ asked. A teasing tone tainted his voice. Commander felt his face heat up. "I barely even did anything!"

"Sh…shut up, DJ," Commander managed out. DJ's hand was still resting on his sensitive bulge and Commander tried to push away, only to grind directly against his palm. "A-Ah~!" Commander smacked a hand against his mouth, his eyes widening. DJ palmed him one last time with a grin before pulling his hand away. Commander's tense legs relaxed at the absence of touch, giving him a couple seconds to recollect his dignity.