NSFW DJCom Fics

Face Sitting

"D-DJ, I'm going to crush you. Are you sure?" Commander whined, nervously hovering over DJ's face.

DJ huffed. "C'mon, Comm, please! I don't care if you're gonna crush me! I want to make you feel good."

"But— AH!" Before Commander could object, DJ grabbed onto his hips and pulled him down onto his face. Commander let out an embarrassed squeal, back arching and eyes widening. "DJ! I- hahh~..."

Commander's voice dipped into a cute, breathy moan as DJ swiped his tongue over his puffy hole. He shuddered with every lap and suck at his delicate bits, legs clamping around DJ's head ever so slightly.

When DJ finally slipped his tongue inside him, Commander sucked in a breath and dug his hands into the sheets below. Apparently he was squirming too much, as DJ soon gripped his thighs, locking the older man in place.

"Ooh... fuck," he whimpered, lips quivering. He never got used to the feeling of being eaten out. The sensation of DJ's long, wet tongue slipping in and out of him was odd, yet pleasurable. The inability to move away from the pleasure was only heightening his senses — it was addicting.

'So cute,' DJ thought to himself as he worked his tongue against Commander's velvety walls. 'I wonder how he'd react if I...'

It really didn't take long for DJ to scout out his prostate, huffing a laugh when he heard Commander moan in surprise. He was sure that girly moan could be heard through the walls...

'Found it.'

"Hnng! Ah- DJ, that's a sensitive spot!" Commander tried to lift himself as an automatic reflex to the sudden pleasure shooting through him, but he was still kept down by DJ. "Shit, I can't... Ngh~!"

DJ's warm, large hands squeezed his thighs every so often, only adding onto the sensation. Commander felt so, so pliant in his hold. By now his brain was already fuzzy from the attack on his sweet spot.

He pressed his tongue in an angle directly against that bundle of nerves, relishing the moan of pure delight coming from his boyfriend. It took every bit of his being to hold himself back from nipping, as enticing as the idea was. Maybe he'd leave a few love bites on his thighs. Later, though.

Commander rocked his hips against DJ, slutty little moans pouring from his open mouth. All previous worries completely washed away as his mind was consumed by pleasure.

Intent on absolutely ruining Commander, he continued to milk his prostate with his tongue. Every moan and whimper from the leader made DJ's stomach twist in excitement. His boyfriend was adorable, squirming and mewling like that. He knew Commander was very embarrassed about the concept of being eaten out, but DJ absolutely loved it.

Anything that made Commander squirm was enjoyable for him.

Whilst he licked, DJ moved his hands so he could grope Commander's ass. He kneaded the leader's rear roughly, enjoying the feel of his softness under his hands. He really couldn't help himself when Commander was in perfect grabbing distance.

As expected with Commander, he gradually reached his peak. The building warmth in his tummy grew unbearable, consuming Commander whole. He felt so warm as the few final licks at his hole sent him over the edge, screaming his name and quivering under DJ's grip. He unintentionally pressed his whole rear against DJ, unable to control his body's reaction to his orgasm (much to DJ's amusement).

"Fuck, fuck! Please, I'm too sensitive— OH!" Commander's voice rose in pitch as DJ tongued him again. His entire body was trembling with oversensitivity. The feeling soon became too much for him, as he began to twitch away, a sign he was done.

Commander could barely muster up any strength to get off of DJ, pathetic whines and whimpers filling the room as he hefted himself off. He was very spent and quite embarrassed as he was still covered in his own cum from his orgasm.

DJ sat up, pleased with himself, and licked his lips as some sort of a tease (Commander grumbled weakly at that, looking away). His eyes scanned up and down Commander's shuddering form. "Here, let me give you something to remind you of this moment," he commented, gently nudging Commander's legs apart. Commander whined in confusion, awfully unsure of what he was doing, and watched as DJ leaned downward.

A sharp, needy gasp broke the air.

The DJ had left a very dark and /very/ obvious bite mark on his inner thigh. The bastard. He continued to leave a handful of love bites, making sure to cover most of his chubby thighs in divots. By the time he stopped, Commander was a flustered, marked up mess, covering his cherry red face and whining.

"I- I think one was enough," Commander said behind his hands.

DJ smirked. "Hmm, nah. Just gotta mark what's mine."

Commander groaned and clenched his legs shut, visibly embarrassed. "You're such a prick, you know that?"

"But you love me, right?" He swiped a finger over a bite, causing Commander to shiver.

"...Yeah. Guess I do."