NSFW DJCom Fics

Spanking

When DJ got up that morning, he certainly didn't expect that he'd have Commander bent over his lap, pants pulled down to his ankles. But, you know, miracles happen. DJ wasn't complaining anyway. He enjoyed the sight of a powerful man whining and grinding against his thigh like a bitch in heat.

Before this all happened, DJ realized something odd about Commander. Each time DJ would jokingly squeeze or smack Commander's rear, Commander would be left wide-eyed and flustered. DJ originally brushed it off as just surprise until Commander accidentally slipped out a very squeaky moan. That sparked DJ's sudden interest, much to Commander's excitement.

That was how DJ found himself with Commander draped over him.

DJ roughly kneaded Commander's ass, chuckling at the whine he received. "You look nice laying on my lap like this, Comm," DJ purred. His eyes raked down Commander's figure, particularly eyeing the oddly erotic dip of his lower back. Commander ground his hips against the fabric of DJ's lap as DJ squeezed his rear and hips. "Such soft skin," he noted, lips quirking up. Commander stiffened in excitement as he knew what was coming next.

"It would be such a shame if…" DJ trailed off. He then raised his hand and brought it down against Commander's ass. Hard.

Commander squealed and clenched his fists. His face turned red with arousal as DJ quickly soothed the burn on his rear. The difference in sensations felt heavenly.

"Mmnhn…" Commander moaned. DJ's warm hands gently rubbed away the sting in slow circles. A small hum from DJ made Commander perk up.

"Is this okay?" He asked, worry hinted in his tone. As sweet as it was for DJ to consider his comfort, Commander was far too aroused to care.

"M-More! I'm not gonna break!" Commander whined, grinding against DJ once again. His hardening cock smeared some precum against DJ's black jeans.

As DJ stared at the reddening flush of Commander's rear, something seemed to snap inside him. "If you say so. If you need a break, just tell me to stop," DJ said, rubbing his palm against Commander's plush ass in preparation for the next blow. Without any other warning, DJ smacked his palm against Commander's ass, pulling a slutty, unfiltered moan from the leader. The reverberating sound of skin against skin rang in Commander's ears. Commander's legs jolted, only to be stopped by DJ's strong grip.

"Unnh!" Commander moaned. He bit his jacket in a feeble attempt to hide his mewling. "DJmmn.." His voice was quite muffled but DJ could still hear the pathetic wobble in his tone.

A couple more spanks ripped louder, sluttier cries from the man. It was almost addicting to see Commander's skin blossom in bright red hand prints. With every smack, DJ could see how his back tensed and relaxed. The precum from Commander's slit seeped through the material of his pants, a small sticky splotch forming against the black.

DJ then pulled apart Commander's ass, completely exposing his pink hole. "Such a pretty hole," DJ growled. Commander let out a whimper at the praise and roughness. His fingers slipped against Commander's pucker, smirking at the way Commander sucked in a breath. "And it's all mine."

Commander felt a wave of warmth wash over him. Shit. He was enjoying this more than he should've. His hips rutted up against DJ even more.

He heard the sound of DJ spitting on his fingers and then the feeling of wet digits pushing against his hole. The faint sting of his fingers entering him made Commander whine. DJ paused for a moment, gently rubbing Commander's back with his free hand.

"You good, darlin'?"

"Mmnh…Y-Yes." The pet names were only making that warmth in his gut burn stronger. DJ crooked his fingers experimentally. The shrill gasp of pleasure from Commander was all he needed to keep going. He began to thrust his fingers into Commander's pucker. He occasionally bumped against the man's prostate, pulling out embarrassingly whiny sounds. "DJ…" Commander whimpered. "I'm close."

A slap against his sore ass made him yelp. "Don't cum yet, baby," DJ purred. "Can you handle it for a bit longer?" Commander wordlessly nodded, teeth clenching around his jacket's sleeve. "Good boy."

DJ kneaded Commander's rear as he continued to thrust his fingers into him. The lasting sting from all the spanking was such a great contrast with the digits penetrating him, all the while DJ mindlessly praised him. Commander could barely think with the difference in stimulus that all he could do was moan and whine pathetically.

Eventually, his fingers crooked in a way where they roughly tapped against Commander's prostate. Commander moaned loudly, back arching and legs straining against DJ's hand. "DJ!" He cried, pressing his palms against the couch they were sitting on. "Please, please, please, more!" DJ happily obliged.

DJ grinned, sharp teeth glistening. He started to abuse his prostate before landing a couple more hits on Commander's ass. Commander was a moaning mess by now. Mewls of DJ's name poured out his mouth with every smack and thrust. DJ, being skilled with his fingers, was perfectly hitting that bundle of nerves. It was driving Commander to his climax.

"I'm– I'm—" Commander gasped, his body tensing up.

DJ pulled his fingers out of Commander. "Cum for me, Comm," DJ said as he leaned forward. His hand laid one final smack, pushing Commander to the edge.

"Nnnhaaa~!" Cum spurted out and covered DJ's pants with very visible white streaks. The leader's whole body was trembling with overstimulation. Commander was sure his face was as red as a cherry. His face felt hot when Commander pressed a hand over his mouth to muffle his gasping. Once the high died down, Commander let out soft pants and shut his eyes, basking in the warmth DJ radiated.

DJ began to gently rub the reddened marks on Commander's ass, almost like an unspoken apology for being so rough. Commander whimpered in satisfaction at the gentle touch.

"You did good," DJ softly praised.

"Mhh." Commander made a small sound of contentment, shakily standing up from DJ's lap. Commander rubbed his sore rear and winced at the sight of his mess. "Sorry. I… didn't mean to mess up your pants."

"Oh, please. I can just wash these and it'll be fixed. I think we should worry more about uh, your…" He trailed off. Commander blinked a couple times until it hit him.

"Shit. Tomorrow's gonna suck."

DJ laughed.

—

The next day, Commander realized that it would be a pain to actually sit down. Each wince would be painfully obvious to his team. So, with many questions asked, he spent the whole day standing.

It was worth it, anyway.