NSFW DJCom Fics

Riding

I hope this isn't too bad. I wrote it as a gift to myself because today is my birthday! Hooray! Please enjoy. I threw my shame out the window for this.

DJ always knew Commander was a real sucker for any sort of praise. It became especially clear to him even before they became a couple.

However, his need for praise added another layer onto the cake: his desire to please DJ.

Now, DJ didn't really know where the whole thing came from, but to be honest, he found it quite endearing. His husband would always find some way to try to do anything that would serve as pleasurable to him. Seeing Commander get so worked up while trying to make DJ feel good was adorable.

One instance always came to mind when he'd think about it.

It was a very rare occasion, Commander agreed to finally ride DJ. Commander didn't need too much convincing as DJ initially expected, and he soon found himself laying down on their bed with his husband sitting firmly on his lap, soft ass pushing against his already lubed up hard-on. DJ gazed up at his pretty husband. His cock slipped between the crack of his ass teasingly, occasionally pulling out needy, half-stifled whines.

"I could get used to this," DJ purred, roughly groping Commander's thighs and round ass. "I love seeing you on my lap like this. You're so beautiful." Commander made a strangled sound at the praise. DJ seemed to hit a good spot for the smaller man, making him grin excitedly.

"Honey," Commander whined.

"Yeah, babe?"

"Hff...a-ah, I need to be fucked. I want you inside me." DJ chortled. When Commander was particularly in the mood, it seemed like he didn't care for formalities. He was very, very straight to the point. DJ loved it. Commander then proceeded to grind his pink hole against DJ's aching length. DJ wasn't one to deny Commander what he wanted, so he easily followed through.

"Well? Go ahead, ride my cock like the slut you are." He patted Commander's thigh a few times, simply watching as the flesh rippled along with his movement. His visor-shaded eyes flickered back to Commander's red, sweaty face, then downward to Commander's bottom half. His prick was raised to its full length already, sticky, translucent pre beading at his sensitive slit. He watched as Commander uselessly rutted against DJ a few more times before lifting himself up just slightly, aligning his pucker to DJ's head.

Commander let out a whine as he slowly lowered himself on DJ's thick cock. The girth never failed to stretch him to a point he thought wasn't possible. His legs quivered and shook the lower he got and the more DJ stuffed him full. Eventually, it became too much, and his legs gave in, forcing Commander to completely take down DJ's whole length in seconds. Commander let out a girlish cry of pleasure as he bottomed out, ass planted firm on top of DJ's hips. His wet, velvety walls spasmed around DJ the longer he attempted to get used to the feeling of being full. Sure, he had done this time and time again, but it truly never got old. It didn't get old for DJ, either. The sight was incredible.

DJ felt like the luckiest man in the world. His husband was downright adorable, and he couldn't deny how amazing he felt in bed. He allowed Commander a few moments to catch his breath, knowing his length was probably wrecking Commander, no matter how many times he had been fucked. Commander let out shaky moans, followed by breathless gasps of DJ's name, warm hands planted firm on DJ as he tried to recollect his thoughts.

"F-Fuck," Commander eventually moaned. He swore he felt DJ's cock, which was nestled deep inside his gut, twitch at that. "Oh my god—"

"Feels good?" DJ cooed, earning a nod.

"So gooood..." he confirmed.

"Aw. You look so flustered." DJ reached forward a bit to gently rub at Commander's inner thigh, letting Commander squirm around at his touch. "Feel free to move when you want. I want you to feel good too. Don't rush yourself." Commander nodded again, this time with more energy. His husband never failed to absolutely melt at any sort of affection like this.