pairings: idol!jay x stylist!fem reader (enhypen world tour)

warnings: smut MINORS DNI, explicit content, dark romance, power imbalance, semi public sex, risk of getting caught, possessiveness, teasing and edging, denial, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, dirty talk, praise and degradation mix, crying during sex, possessiveness, aftercare, established secret relationship with repeated risky behavior. reader is very needy. jay is controlling at first then gives in hard.

wc: 2.8k

the tour bus hummed through another city at night but the real tension lived backstage. you had been enhypens stylist for three months now and the secret between you and jay had started on night one. a locked green room a quick hand over your mouth and him buried inside you while the rest of the team waited outside. since then it happened in hotels,in vans and too many dressing rooms to count. each time the fear of getting caught burned hotter and each time you both chased it anyway.

tonight the venue dressing room buzzed with noise. stylists shouted about missing accessories managers checked schedules and the members moved between mirrors fixing hair and mics. you knelt in front of jay adjusting the hem of his black stage shirt making sure the silk sat perfectly against his waist. your fingers brushed his skin longer than necessary. heat pooled low in your stomach. you had been aching all day watching him rehearse. the way his thighs flexed during the choreo, the sweat sliding down his neck. you needed him. badly.

jay looked down at you his dark eye, unreadable to everyone else but you saw the smirk hiding in the corner of his mouth. he knew. he always knew.

you pressed your thighs together under your skirt trying to ease the throb between your legs. your voice came out a whisper only he could hear.

“jay please. i cant focus like this.”

his hand rested casually on the back of the chair but his fingers tapped once against the wood. a warning. not yet.

“hold it” he murmured so quietly it barely reached you. “be a good girl and finish the fit.”

you swallowed hard and kept working but your hands shook. another stylist passed by carrying a rack of clothes and you flinched pulling back. jay noticed. his jaw tightened but he didnt touch you. not yet.

he let the denial stretch on purpose letting your need grow until it hurt. that was the dark part of him you craved and feared. he loved making you wait until you were desperate enough to risk everything.

minutes dragged.

the room stayed crowded.

someone laughed loudly at a joke near the door. your core clenched around nothing. you shifted on your knees and accidentally brushed your cheek against the front of his pants.

he was hard.

you could feel the thick outline through the fabric. a soft whimper escaped you before you could stop it.

jays fingers slid into your hair under the pretense of fixing a strand. he tugged once sharp enough to sting. “careful” he said softly. “you want them to hear how needy you are for me?”

tears pricked your eyes. not from pain but from pure frustration. you had done this so many times sneaking moments while staff moved around the venue, but today the ache felt unbearable. you needed him inside you stretching you, filling you until the only thing you could think about was him.

“please” you breathed against his thigh where no one could see. “i need you jay. ill be quiet. just… something.”

he didnt answer right away. instead he let you kneel there adjusting imaginary wrinkles while he chatted with a manager about the setlist. the casual way he ignored your begging made the heat in your belly twist tighter.

dark romance wasnt soft.

it was this.

his control.

your surrender.

the constant edge of ruin.

finally the manager stepped away. most of the team had moved to the other side of the large dressing room to help the other members. a thin clothing rack and a half closed curtain gave the illusion of privacy but voices still carried. anyone could walk around the corner any second.

you looked up at him eyes glassy. “jay… baby please. ill do anything.” the nickname slipped out.

you rarely used it in public. it was reserved for those stolen nights when he had you pinned under him.

his eyes darkened. that was the word that always broke him.

baby.

it reminded him you were his. not just a secret fuck but the girl who saw every exhausted side of him and still begged so prettily.

“up” he ordered under his breath.

you stood on shaky legs.

he turned you quickly so your back pressed against the mirrored wall behind the rack. the curtain hid you from the waist down. his body shielded the rest. to anyone glancing over it looked like he was getting last minute adjustments.

his hand slipped under your skirt, immediately finding you soaked.

no panties.

you had stopped wearing them on concert days weeks ago.

easier access.

his fingers teased your entrance spreading the wetness, but he didnt push in.

“so fucking needy” he whispered against your ear. his voice had that low dangerous tone that made your knees weak. “you really want me to fuck you right here with everyone ten feet away? you want to get fired for riding my cock like a desperate little slut?”

you nodded frantically biting your lip to stay quiet. a single tear slipped down your cheek. “yes. please jay. i cant wait anymore. it hurts.”

he cursed softly. the nickname and your tears did it.

he folded.

his fingers finally pushed inside you two at once curling deep. you gasped and he covered your mouth with his free hand.

“quiet” he growled. “or i stop.”

you moaned into his palm as he pumped his fingers fast hitting that spot that made you see stars.

the wet sounds were barely masked by the chatter in the room. someone called for a spare charger nearby.

your heart hammered with fear and thrill.

if they walked over… if they saw his hand under your skirt…

jay added a third finger stretching you open. his thumb circled your clit rough and perfect.

your legs trembled. you were so close already.

“not yet” he said pulling his fingers out just as you were about to tip over.

you whimpered in protest tears falling faster. “baby… jay please. i need you inside me.”

he unzipped his pants freeing his cock.

thick and hard leaking at the tip. he stroked himself once then lifted your leg wrapping it around his waist. the curtain swayed slightly.

“look at me” he commanded.

your eyes met his in the mirror beside you. the reflection showed his hand gripping your thigh, his body pressing you into the wall. it looked filthy.

he pushed inside in one slow thrust. you both groaned quietly. he was big and the angle made him feel even deeper.

he didnt give you time to adjust. he started moving hard and deep keeping the rhythm controlled so the rack didnt shake too obviously.

“fuck, you’re always so tight for me” he breathed against your neck. “my perfect secret. taking my cock while the whole team is right there.”

you cried softly into his shoulder biting down to muffle the sounds. every thrust pushed you closer. the danger made it hotter.

you had done this so many times but the fear of losing your job never left. it only made you wetter.

jay noticed. he always noticed. “you love this dont you? love risking everything just to be full of me.” his hand slipped between you rubbing your clit again. “come then. come on my cock like the needy girl you are.”

the orgasm crashed over you hard. your walls clenched around him vision blurring with tears. he kept fucking you through it chasing his own release. voices outside grew louder as someone approached the rack. jay pressed deeper pinning you completely still. his cock twitched inside you.

the person grabbed something and walked away without looking behind the curtain. the second they were gone jay slammed into you twice more and came with a quiet growl filling you deep. the warmth of his release made you shudder with another small aftershock.

he stayed inside you for a moment breathing hard. then he pulled out carefully tucking himself away. his fingers returned pushing his cum back inside you, a little habit he had. marking you for the rest of the show.

“good girl” he whispered kissing your tear stained cheek. the soft side came out now. he wiped your eyes gently fixed your skirt and smoothed your hair. “breathe baby. you did so well.”

you leaned into him for a second letting the aftercare wash over you. his arms wrapped around you shielding you from the room. in these moments the dark edge softened into something almost tender. he was possessive as hell but he always took care of you after.

“i love you” you whispered so quietly only he heard.

his grip tightened. “mine” he answered.

the call for places came over the speakers. jay gave you one last look dark eyes promising more later in the hotel. then he stepped out joining the members like nothing happened.

you stayed behind for a moment, legs shaky, cum dripping down your thigh under the skirt. you fixed your makeup in the mirror trying to look normal.

no one suspected. they never did. the secret held for now. but the thrill of almost getting caught lingered like his touch on your skin.

you knew you would do it again.

tomorrow.

next city.

every stolen moment on this never ending tour.

because jay was addiction and you were already ruined for anyone else.

the rest of the night blurred.

you watched the performance from the side stage, heart still racing every time jay hit a sharp move and his eyes found yours in the crowd. he performed with the same intensity he fucked you with.

when the encore ended and they bowed you were already thinking about the hotel. about the way he would press you into the mattress later and take his time now that privacy was guaranteed.

but for now the dressing room memory burned.

the risk. the tears. the way he finally gave you exactly what you begged for after making you wait. that was your dark romance. messy, dangerous. and completely addicting.

you gathered the discarded clothes, smiling to yourself as staff congratulated the team. no one knew. and that secret made every touch sweeter. every thrust riskier. every whispered ‘baby’ more powerful.

jay passed you on his way to change brushing your hand deliberately. his voice was low enough for only you.

“hotel. my room. dont wear anything under the robe.”

you nodded already needy again. the tour continued. so did you two. stealing pleasure in the shadows of the spotlight.

author’s note >⩊<.ᐟ

hiii everyone ! this is my first enhypen drabble on tumblr and i’m excited to finally share here. if you enjoyed backstage addiction, please reblog, like, or comment, it really helps a lot!

are yall down for a part two? the hotel scene after the concert, more risky moments on tour, or other jay scenarios? let me know your thoughts and ideas. i read every reply 🫶🏼

(english isn’t my first language so any corrections are welcome!)

@sacrificemura please do not copy, steal, repost, translate, or claim my work as your own.