DJ's love music.

Chapter 2

Showtime final.

DJ was seen doing his usual action, performance, rave parties, game controls and more. 
But no one ever saw him, since he went through on tunnel, which that led to his room.

He laid back and popped a bottle open, he took a sip or two, before sighing back and 
Looked to his side, it was now about three days since you came as an intern, now fully 
working with him as his assistant. He looked at the table beside him where he laid, had 
A photo frame of you and DJ, you both taken this picture the day before that you came to this very place.

And now things shift when DJ realized, he was feeling strange, that was when he would be around you, or see if someone came close to you, he would feel a slight of pain in his back and the red color that rise in his face. Was he feeling jealousy? Who knew such a feeling.
DJ stared at the frame and grab at the frame and held it at his face.
He stared at you and see what he imagine himself, with you, as his pretty little partner and maybe more.

"Y/N, what a beautiful name, man, what I could do for a beauty like em"
He said to himself, sipping away the drink he drown himself in, he 
Was later need to get to his stage, but with a little too much sip he did, he was a bit tipsy turvy at that point, and you, his assistant came to rescue the poor fellow.
He was lonely, even if he had friends he is surrounded with, he was just lonely at heart, and he knew it himself.

After you helped him, such as held his hand and guided him to his stage so he wouldn't trip or get hurt on his way over. After hours and getting back to his sober self, he apologized for his mishap and the ounce of  alcohol he drank. "And sorry that was a lil careless of me, just had overtime since the rave. But I didn't realize I had a lil too much."

He nervously laughed as he stared down at you, you smile up at him and handed him a tissue, in case he needed to blow. He thanked you and you left off stage just to help the others in need.
That later hour, Freddy came to see DJ and they both catch up before show. "I'm glad that you and miss Y/N are doing so well, but may I ask my friend, how are you feeling? I see that you were acting not quite yourself lately, is there reasonable matters you were acting that way?"

DJ nearly choke up but he calm himself and looked to Freddy and gave his answer-
"I.... Well.. Its really my feelings and emotions that I just felt..." DJ sighed "Ok, all I could say,
is that whenever I'm alone with Y/N, most just being helping me to my stage or sort material of mine and the background in the tunnels, she just... She's just so amazing, you would've been amazed yourself." DJ's mind went zone as he kept talking, making it a point of view that DJ was... Feeling Those types of feel.

Freddy chuckled.

"Well, seems to me that you should talk to her then stick by, maybe I'll arrange a private tour for you and her, she hasn't been to the areas we toured her through, even if she's an assistant"
Freddy suggested and DJ happily accepted the idea, and waved him goodbye that night. But.

Around twelve at midnight.
DJ was in his room, laying on his bed that was double the size as his, and looking at the photo of you and him in the frame, he felt a shock. A tender shock at his chest, all the way down to the bottom of his shorts, he just wore no shirt and shorts in bed.
But the feeling was so tender and... Heated, he thought that his shorts were so tight, he decided to try and do the do.

He groan and slowly peel the fabric that held against his thighs.
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And his erected cock plopped upwards, seeing how harden he was.
He groan and soon held at the shift of his harden dick, he looked aside 
And saw body cream moisturizer on his nightstand and squirt some on the palm 
of his hand and began to slowly stroke his harden dick, he didn't understood why he 
was feeling so harden this way, but it had to do with Y/N.

He moaned as he slowly pace up his speed.
Groans and moans could be heard through a certain tunnel, but he wasn't too much to care and just continued to jerk. He made up so many dirty thoughts about you, about you being pinned to a wall and fucked against the cold wall, being heated by your moans and groins, or being tied and held up by the two arms while DJ sat back and smirk at you while having some joints.

But one made him so thoughtful about and went faster at it.

"DJ, your gonna make me- Yes dear, listen to yourself, so lewd and dirty, music to my ears indeed- DJ, what if someone heard us- If they do, hm, don't worry. I'll make sure their webbed and force to watch, watch me breed my beautiful widow~"  
His thoughts of you being bend over on a speak with the mic by you, and him thrusting behind you and held you down by his four arms and this, made DJMM came out.

He cum onto the sheets of his bed, and himself, splatters of white semen were spread, sighs and huffs were heard as he finally was down from his high, then soon looked at the photo frame, which he accidentally came on, smeared with your face. DJ took the tissue you gave him, when he realized that, he sighed as he sniffed it, if the rest of your scent was left on it.

"God I'm such a bad music man."
He mumbled, but he later used the tissue to wipe your face and  place the photo on the nightstand next to him, looking at you for the last tie, before he was shut down and fell asleep. He smiled at the after care, he would hug you close, and listen to you hum that beautiful melody he just loves to listen to.

Hopes for tomorrow.