NSFW DJCom Fics

Thigh Fucking

DJ was particularly worked up one day. After a good amount of time of no sexual activity, due to Commander always telling him he's a bit too busy and never staying true to his promise of "how about we do it later", he was fairly pent up. And he wasn't too fond of it.

He never pushed Commander for it, knowing he was a busy man and that was usually the price to pay for dating the leader of all people, but he was visibly getting restless. Which was /very/ evident now.

Commander was getting dressed in front of him, aimlessly blabbering about the meeting he had planned for today. He was reduced to only a thin tank top, underwear, and long, black socks, effectively catching DJ's gaze. DJ's eyes were trained on Commander's plush ass and thighs as the man looked for his remaining clothing.

DJ decided he couldn't take it much longer. Watching was killing him.

With Commander's back turned to him, DJ stood up from his seat and walked over. He didn't say much as he pushed himself up against Commander and buried his face into the crook of his neck.

"Oh! DJ! What's with this sudden- ah- attitude?" Commander turned his head so he could look at DJ over his shoulder. His face was already beginning to turn red from the feeling of DJ's hands roaming around his torso.

He grabbed Commander's hips and yanked him so his ass pressed directly against his crotch, rutting against him like some animal. "Baby, please let me fuck you. I can't just keep my hands off you when you look so pretty in front of me..." Commander blinked a few times, finally registering the fact that DJ was hard. The soft panting and groaning in his ear as DJ rubbed his clothed erection against his ass made the leader shudder.

"A-Ah— DJ, wait, we have a meeting soon. Don't you think the team will get frustrated that we're late?" As much as Commander would love for DJ to fuck him, he didn't want to make them wait.

"Let me fuck your thighs, then. C'mon, Comm, I'm so fucking horny. I need to fuck you," he growled into Commander's ear, hands moving downward to grope at the leader's plush thighs. "The others can wait. It'll be quick. I just need to get off. "

He hated to admit it, but the dry humping was also getting Commander quite hot and bothered himself. Commander thought for a moment. Well, usually half the team isn't even there by the time the meeting begins, so, maybe, he can allow for a little bit of action.

As Commander thought, DJ was rutting against Commander's rear in feverish grinds. Eventually, he spoke. "Hff... Fine. Just don't make a mess, okay?" He fought the smile that threatened to form on his lips as he heard DJ hurriedly unbuckle his belt and pull down his jeans. "Y-You're awfully eager aren't you!" Commander squeaked when DJ returned his hands to his hips, squeezing roughly.

"You have no idea," DJ said. It didn't take long for DJ to slide his cock in between Commander's plush thighs, grunting at the feeling. Commander, on instinct, lightly squeezed his legs together, only adding onto the pleasure. "Ohh fuck..." A deep, satisfied sigh left DJ's lips. "Your thighs feel nice around my dick."

Commander swallowed thickly. He could feel himself getting aroused at the feeling of DJ's hard cock nestled between his legs. All he could muster up was a weak sounding "Oh yeah?" before DJ began to thrust.

DJ's large hands tightened their grip, making Commander wonder if there'll be marks afterward.

With shuddering groans and gasps, DJ began to pick up the pace, excited to finally get some release. The softness of Commander's thighs combined with the heat pulled out wobbly growls from the larger man, almost animalistic. He was getting quite rough with Commander, all thoughts of not making a mess completely leaving his head. The little moans and whines Commander was making certainly wasn't helping either.

DJ didn't expect to ever be able to get off from Commander's thighs, but he wasn't averse to it. He always had some sort of an obsession with them. DJ frequently found himself grabbing or squeezing his thighs any time they were at reaching distance — although Commander would always get quite embarrassed about it, usually putting his own hand on top of DJ's with a flustered expression. It was safe to say DJ was in bliss.

Every thrust caused precum to smear all over the insides of Commander's thighs. DJ was humping him like his life depended on it, he was so worked up it was unbelievable. Lewd smacks of skin on skin filled the room.

Commander shakily placed his hands on top of DJ's, letting out a mewl. "You're so- so rough—" he gasped. "Hnngh!" The thought of DJ so easily holding Commander in place was making his gut flare with heat. He was incredibly strong, he just didn't know how to properly utilize it until the moment came. And this was definitely one of those moments.

Apparently, being as pent up as he was, DJ's control was seriously lacking. "I'm close, fuck, baby, I'm close," he groaned. Commander didn't reply, only letting out a drawn out whine. Being handled so roughly was messing with his own brain. He wanted to get fucked unbelievably bad, but with the meeting—

Shit. The meeting. He completely forgot.

Commander turned his head to glance at the digital clock resting beside his bed. They were almost late. However, Commander's panic quickly subsided as a particularly rough thrust reminded him of his situation: being half naked and having his thighs fucked like a fleshlight by his boyfriend.

DJ was on the brink of cumming, evident by his sloppiness and slurred mantra of Commander's name. "DJ, wai-"

Before Commander could warn him to not make a mess all over him, it was far too late. With a few hard thrusts, DJ came. Cum spurted out of his cock and drooled down Commander's thighs in gooey streaks. He continued to weakly rut into Commander as he climaxed, creating more of a mess than before.

"Comm, fuck, ah shit," DJ panted. He slowly stepped back from Commander, stuffing himself back into his pants before he addressed the situation. "Sorry. I wasn't thinking."

Both men were sweaty and flushed as they recollected their thoughts. Commander examined the mess DJ had created all over his thighs and whimpered. He hated that he enjoyed the sight, and when he looked up, it seemed like DJ enjoyed it too. He was staring heavily at Commander, eyes flitting from his naked thighs up to his red face.

"I mean, it's a good look on you," the DJ quipped. The flirty tone in his voice returned. "I wasn't lying when I said your thighs felt nice." Commander rolled his eyes and looked back at the clock.

"Oh fuck."

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By the time they were done cleaning up the cum and Commander was able to properly dress himself, they were already about 20 minutes late.

Commander dreaded the moment he had to walk into that god forsaken room.

"The more you hesitate, the later we'll be," DJ sighed as Commander stood in front of the meeting room's door with a strained expression. "C'mon."

DJ walked right past Commander, ignoring the little noise of complaint, and entered the room. Everyone's eyes obviously turned to him, some knowing, some awfully confused.

Minigunner was the first to speak.

"DJ? Where the hell is Com—" And then the aforementioned Commander hurried in right behind him. "Oh." A long pause. "OOoohhh..."

Commander was sure his face was red. "I'm so sorry for being late. I got caught up in some business and— and... lost track of time." DJ spared Commander a little glance, a smirk playing on his lips. The bastard.

"Yeah. 'Business'," snickered Electroshocker, who earned a hard elbow to the ribs from Pyromancer. "Ow- hey!"

"Keep your immature comments to yourself, Electro," Commander snapped. "Don't make me give you extra work to do."

"Sorry sir." He slumped back in his uncomfortable chair looking quite unimpressed.

Commander sat down at the head of the table as always. His chair creaked in complaint as he made himself comfortable.

"Let's just begin this damn meeting."