NSFW DJCom Fics

Under The Desk

**This chapter has Trans Commander in it. That's your warning.**

DJ and Commander were getting frisky in the leader's office. It seemed like the team was off doing their own things, which allowed for some alone time with one another (something neither of them really got considering Commander's importance to the team).

Unfortunately, as the two were mid-make out session, someone had to ruin the fun. As expected.

A few hard knocks at the door made both men's eyes go wide. "S-Sir, I have a proposal! Medic sent me!" The voice of Freezer sounded muffled through the door.

"Hide!" Commander whispered, shoving DJ underneath the desk. "Yes? Come in." Commander immediately put on his professional tone, silently hoping the oblivious tower outside his door didn't hear the obvious waver.

"I apologize if I'm interrupting your work, sir, but Medic told me to tell you about this."

"Go on."

"W-Well, I was thinking, for the next battle, we should..."

DJ sat there on the floor, brows furrowed in frustration. Can't he get a little alone time with the leader for one minute?! As he tuned out the conversation above him, his eyes wandered over to the alluring space in between the man's legs. An idea popped into his head.

Commander felt heated digits slip beneath the waistband of his dress pants, causing him to glance down. "Sir?" His eyes darted back up to the nervous man. "Are you listening?"

"Yes, I am. Just got a little distracted. Go on. I'm listening," Commander gritted out, wiggling a bit in his seat the further his pants were pulled down. Freezer didn't look all too convinced, but he continued, still anxiously reading off the paper Medic handed him beforehand. He folded his hands over themselves on his desk, silently praying Freezer wasn't going to notice his reddening face.

DJ knew this was a risky move, but what was stopping him? The stern leader needed a little fun in his life.

Once the leader's pants slipped down to his ankles, he moved to his black panties, hands slightly trembling with excitement.

The sight of black peeling away to show flushed skin was utterly lewd to DJ. He loved it. He continued to pull away the last remaining shield of dignity, soon leaving Commander's lower half bare and willing for DJ's attention.

He put his hands on Commander's knees and pushed his legs apart, revealing the cute slit previously hidden between his thighs. DJ felt the man tense up under his palms at such a vulnerable part of him being exposed.

DJ drove a finger up his cunt, collecting a nice amount of slick onto his fingers. He fought the snicker at the fact Commander's pussy was already wet. That showed DJ that he was aroused over some simple kissing, how adorable!

He spread Commander's lips to get a good look at what exactly he was working with. Soft, pink insides made DJ grin.

Experimentally, he planted a kiss onto the leader's sensitive clit, earning a very exciting response.

"Hm, that does seem like an interesting idEA—! A-Ahem!" An audible spike in his volume made DJ grin. "Is that all you wanted to discuss with me?" Commander hoped it was, especially now that DJ was getting more and more eager.

"Uh- no. Not really. I have some more a-actually."

"Ah." God dammit. "Well, you may continue."

"Thank you, sir."

Commander fought the urge to look down under his desk and see DJ. The fact he /couldn't/ restricted any sort of prediction Commander had. He was entirely at DJ's mercy and he (admittedly) kind of liked it.