NSFW DJCom Fics

Desperate

Commander looked awfully pretty like this.

His arms were tied behind his back with a sleek, red rope. Long, dark eyelashes batted away stray tears, chubby cheeks flushed a gentle pink, and his plump lips stretched around DJ's cock nicely. DJ could see Commander's blue eyes peeking above his sunglasses, painting a very erotic picture of his boyfriend.

It was a sight DJ found himself dreaming of many times before. He felt very lucky to be the one to see Commander in such a lewd position. It felt like a reward to him.

Little gags slipped from Commander's busy mouth as DJ idly thrusted into it. "Such a slut for my cock," DJ commented. Upon noticing how Commander whined at his words, a small smirk formed on his face. "You like that? You like when I call you a cockslut?"

Commander's eyes grew lidded and his throat tightened around his girth, a muffled mewl coming from him. His arms pulled against the binds on instinct, trying to touch DJ. Being tied up made him feel helpless. It was an oddly arousing thought, being at DJ's mercy.

His cock throbbed, pre-cum causing a wet spot to form on his boxers. He desperately needed release, but with his arms tied behind him, there was nothing he could do.

DJ looked down at Commander's aching arousal. The front zipper of his dress pants had been unzipped, revealing his leaking boner. "Oh, do you need something to get off on?" DJ teased lightly. DJ shifted his weight onto one foot and shoved his other foot forward, pressing it firmly against the leader's clothed dick.

Commander pulled off DJ's cock to let out a whiny moan, followed by a couple gasps of air. "Pl-Please, DJ," he gasped, lips wet and red. "I need you. Please!"

"You're so adorable, begging like that for me. You want release? You gotta work for it, baby," DJ said. Commander felt his face burn red as the larger man looked down at him with an intimidatingly hungry stare. The leader swallowed dryly, and gave an experimental rut against DJ's shoe, eyes widening at the pleasant jolt of pleasure he received from it. "You're doing good, mi amor." The sweetness seeped through his tone, reminding Commander he was still willing to be gentle.

Commander felt overwhelmingly hot. His body ached with the need for release as he mindlessly grinded against his boyfriend's shoe. Commander felt DJ grab his face, turning it towards him. The two locked eyes momentarily. "So, so pretty," he complimented, promptly pushing his cock past his swollen lips. While Commander got off, DJ used his mouth like a toy, thrusting at his own brutal pace, gravelly grunts and groans filling the air.

Commander began to feverishly rock his hips against DJ's shoe. It was quite erotic watching Commander get off via his shoe. DJ found it difficult to look away. He chewed at his bottom lip, eyes lidded and pupils blown wide. His hands nestled in Commander's hat, taking complete control again, and forced him down on his dick. A small gag echoed in DJ's ears, followed by the sound of Commander's heavy breathing through his nose. DJ's praise of doing well was faint to Commander, yet it still sent excited jolts up and down his spine.

The DJ tilted his head back and closed his eyes, taking in the pleasurable sensations. Low, open mouthed groans of his name made Commander feel giddy.

Every grind was in time with DJ's thrusting, pushing Commander closer and closer to cumming. It wasn't long until that coiling warmth in his gut burst and his eyes grew wide. A loud, muffled moan made DJ perk up. Oh? The grinding ceased and Commander's body twitched and convulsed, as did his throat.

That stupid shit-eating grin found it's way back onto DJ's face when he realized what just happened. Commander paled the moment he came down from his high. He was never going to hear the end of this.

DJ manually pulled Commander off him, a string of drool still connecting Commander's pink tongue to his tip. DJ then looked down at the incredibly obvious splotch of cum, wetting his crotch entirely. "You just came?" He asked, clearly amused. "Didn't know I could make you cream your pants that easily."

The immature vulgarity made Commander grunt. He cleared his throat and shifted, trying to fix himself up, only to remember he was still bound. His boxers felt sticky against his skin now and it was quite uncomfortable. "I think I got a bit carried away."

"It's fine. I enjoyed watching you cum just from that. It was pretty cute." DJ chortled at Commander's flustered expression. "But, I'm not done with you, yet, Comm." Before Commander could reply, he was already stuffed with DJ's dick. "Just like that…" DJ purred, rolling his hips lightly, a loud squelch making both of them blush at the mere lewdness of it all. Commander squeaked in surprise at the first thrust, but relaxed soon after.

Wet sounds filled the stuffy room alongside the muffled moans of Commander. Dribbles of spit slid down Commander's chin.

Although DJ made it seem like Commander would be sucking him off for much longer than he expected, DJ reached his own climax fairly quickly. Commander watched DJ grit his teeth, hands tightening their grip on his head, brows furrowed and sweat threatening to dribble down his temple. He fully prepared himself to swallow, but was surprised as DJ pulled him off. 

DJ growled, cock twitching and slick with Commander's spit. "Hnngh!" He cried, ribbons of white spurting out and coating Commander's pretty face. Commander's face scrunched up as more cum spurted onto him. He was sure he looked like a cheap whore now, completely marked with DJ's seed. "Fuck," DJ panted. The DJ stroked himself a bit, a few weak spurts drooling out his slit.

Now satisfied, DJ let go of himself, cock already softening. His eyes slowly opened and he couldn't help the loud laugh that came out. A couple hearty laughs later, he finally said, "Whoops." He leaned down and swiped a fat glob of cum off Commander's cheek. "You look like a mess, baby."

Commander felt some of his cum dip into the crease of his lips, the faint taste of saltiness making him whimper pathetically. Ignoring the swell of lust that was beginning to return, he grunted. "I wonder why?" He bit back. "I can barely see, you came on my sunglasses."

"It's a good look on you, though!" DJ wet his lips. Commander grumbled something inaudible, cheeks turning pink again. "I'd love to see you like this more often."

"Hmph. Yeah, yeah. Quit ogling at the mess you made and help me. …Please?" Commander's tone softened and he looked up, pupils full. DJ smiled and immediately went to free his wrists.

Commander felt a little embarrassed at his position, kneeling on the floor with cum staining his underwear, but overall, he realized how much DJ was enjoying it. So, in the end, maybe he was fine with being tied up and used. I mean…he wasn't necessarily objecting to being tied up again in the future. Commander caught himself smirking to nobody, looking down at the floor, replaying the event in his mind.

DJ was beginning to be a bad influence on him.