NSFW DJCom Fics

Walk In

Mortar wasn't dumb. He was well aware that something was going on between the DJ and the commander. It was quite obvious too. All that groping and prolonged touching didn't go unnoticed.

Everyone automatically assumed the two were sleeping together. It was originally brought up as a joke by one of the towers, because oh, of course the leader of all people wouldn't dare to mess around with their DJ! But eventually, suspicions began to arise.

To some people, Commander seemed too prudish to sleep with DJ, or to sleep with anyone at all. He just didn't seem like the type of man to do that.

However, Mortar knew damn well the two supports were doing something. All that squeaking of DJ's bed was enough proof for him.

Now, what Mortar didn't expect, was to walk in on it one day.

Throughout the day, Mortar was doing little tasks for his team as he had nothing to do. After dinner, Mortar came to Electroshocker, the very last person he decided to assist that day.

Taking advantage of this, Electroshocker sent Mortar over to DJ so he could grab a couple wires for his new project.

'This should be easy. In and out, that's all,' Mortar thought to himself as he approached DJ's room. He repeated what he was going to ask in his mind, completely prepared for it.

He was definitely not prepared.

Mortar latched onto the door knob and swung the door open, almost ready to announce his arrival. His announcement was quickly shut down as a loud, unfiltered moan broke through the air.

His eyes opened wide and his mouth dropped. His hand was still on the doorknob when the scene before him fully registered to Mortar.

"Oh damn," he whispered. There, right on DJ's bed and perfectly in Mortar's view, was Commander and DJ in a missionary position. Commander's legs were squished up to his chest as DJ's body boxed him in, his hips driving against Commander's ass.

Commander looked fucked out of his mind. His tongue stuck out, face a hot red, head turned upward towards the ceiling, with his teary eyes clenched shut.

It seemed that DJ was hitting all the right places because the loudest, uncharacteristically girly moans were pouring out of Commander. Mortar couldn't believe such sounds were coming from the same man who commands them.

Mortar slowly slinked away from the open door, peering in from the frame. Apparently, Commander and DJ were so caught up in each other that neither of them noticed Mortar swinging the door open in the first place.

It didn't hurt to stay and watch for just a little bit, right? I mean, this was quite possibly the first (and likely last) time Mortar has ever seen Commander in such a submissive position. Of course he'd sit and enjoy the pretty amusing sight of his leader being pressed into the bed by DJ.

Commander's moans increased in volume as DJ fucked into him faster and rougher than before. The sound of skin against skin speeding up made Mortar chortle, just soft enough for neither of them to hear.

"A-Ahn! Hnn…gh… DJ~!" Commander cried out. His nails dug into DJ's back, pulling out a low grunt from the larger man. Mortar slightly winced at the sight. "Harder!"

"If you say so, babe," DJ said, proceeding to follow Commander's commands. Commander squealed delightfully. "Does it feel good?" Considering Commander's reaction, Mortar could only guess so.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Although a little muffled by DJ's shoulder, Mortar could still make out the mindless horny rambling he was providing. DJ huffed out a small laugh and kissed the crook of Commander's neck.

The bed creaked and groaned with every thrust, reminding Mortar of those seemingly endless nights of the headboard banging against his wall.

'So that's why I constantly hear that noise. It's DJ getting lucky. I knew it,' Mortar thought. 'And with Commander? I can't tell if I'm proud or astonished.'

You know, it was pretty impressive that nobody noticed him! This was practically an achievement for Mortar.

Unfortunately, he realized his moment of glory had to be ended as he watched Commander turn his head to the side. Before Mortar had a chance to duck out of sight, it was far too late.

Commander visibly jumped at the sight of Mortar standing quite obviously near the door. DJ also turned his head, very confused on why Commander jumped. Upon seeing Mortar, an equally surprised expression painted his face.

"M-Mortar!" Commander yelped. "How long have you been there for?!"

He'd been caught. Aw shit.

"Hey, Boss… and DJ." Mortar slowly appeared from behind the door frame.

"Sup, Mortar." DJ leaned back from Commander and waved, still inside the leader. "Uh. Do you need something?"

Commander was frozen in embarrassment, still staring wide eyed at his teammate. If it was possible, Commander would've turned an even darker shade of red.

"Sorry to interrupt your bonding sesh, but Electroshocker wanted to know if you had any wires." Mortar tried to play it cool. He didn't want to answer the question of how long he'd been there for. Commander would probably murder him.

"Of course I do. You came to the right place. Give me a sec, though."

Mortar took that as a cue to step outside and close the door. Through the door, Mortar could faintly hear DJ laughing and Commander saying something unintelligible, possibly about the whole situation.

The door finally opened, revealing a partially dressed DJ with Commander still laying in bed, now with a shirt on and covered by the sheets.

"Next time, you're proving that you locked the door before we do anything!" Commander pointed to DJ, cheeks still pink. DJ chortled and stuck his hand out to Mortar.

"Here ya go. I'm giving you a handful because you didn't specify how many he wanted." DJ shoved at least ten wires into Mortar's hands. "Err, also, knock next time. Thanks."

Mortar nodded wordlessly before sparing DJ a wink and some finger guns. He looked behind DJ for just a moment, getting a glimpse at Commander's flustered expression.

Mortar knew two things for sure: Commander and DJ were definitely fucking, and that he was definitely going to do a couple more laps around the base next training day.