NSFW DJCom Fics

Aphrodisiac (DJ Vers.)

It was 11PM and DJ couldn't see himself sleeping anytime soon. His eyes were wide open as he stared at his bland ceiling. He let out a frustrated sigh and turned to his side, furrowing his brows. DJ never really had issues with sleeping before, so why now?!

He tossed and turned in a futile attempt to get comfortable. Soon enough, frustration got the best of him and he sat up, turning his gaze to his bedroom door. It's not like anyone was awake right now. He could hear Minigunner snoring loud and clear through the annoyingly thin walls.

With no other option to turn to, DJ stood from his bed and quietly made his way to the infirmary.

The only sounds were the soft pattering of his feet and the occasional creak of a floorboard. It was so dark that DJ struggled to make his way through the base without bumping into anything. The only thing illuminating his path was his visor, which was still quite dull.

Eventually, he made it to the infirmary. He let out a soft sigh of relief at the fact he didn't run into anything on his venture there.

His hands brushed against cold counters and desks, searching for any resemblance of a pill bottle. Thankfully, his search was cut short when his eyes caught onto a pale, pink labeled bottle. It was an odd color for what DJ thought were sleeping pills, but DJ shrugged it off.

He blindly grabbed a pill bottle, barely skimming the labeling on it. In retrospect, maybe taking a random pill with no information on it wasn't the best idea. But at that moment, it just didn't cross his mind. He took one and set it back down, silently hoping that the effect was instant.

DJ turned his heel and made his way out the door, accidentally slamming it. The sound echoed through the base. DJ stood there for a couple of moments, processing what he had done, and realized he most definitely woke someone up. "Oops…" he winced.

DJ seriously didn't want to get scolded for both slamming the door and being awake so late, so he began to rush his way back to his room. That proved to be quite difficult as with the combination of panic and darkness, he had no situational awareness.

When DJ believed he was in the clear, and that he wasn't going to get caught, he ran full on into someone. The person let out a high gasp of surprise, as did DJ. A thud against the ground made DJ wince. He definitely knocked them off their feet…

"Sh-Shit. Sorry!" DJ gasped, immediately reaching forward to help the unknown person up.

He didn't see much of the person until they took his hand. Their grip was firm and their hands were oddly soft. At the touch, DJ felt his body heat up. He grit his teeth, trying to will away this strange feeling.

Much to his horror, the person he practically body slammed was the commander. Fully expecting to be yelled at, DJ nervously shifted his weight and prepared himself. Commander brushed his pajama pants off and fixed his glasses with a scoff.

Commander blinked a couple times and locked eyes with DJ. His face turned from a look of discontent to a look of worry. DJ felt sweat bead at his temple.

"DJ? What on Earth are you doing awake?" Commander asked, reaching towards DJ. DJ winced when Commander grabbed his shoulders. "Are you hurt?"

An absurd rush of arousal coursed through the larger man at such a simple touch. DJ swallowed dryly and clenched his fists.

"N-No, I'm good. Thank you, Comm," DJ grit out. "I just couldn't sleep."

The warmth was overwhelmingly powerful, yet he had no idea why it was happening. Sure, he had a little bit of a crush on Commander, but the touching was frequent. Why was it so different this time?