Forget Me Not✔️

Mine

Your fingernails dug into your palms as he held onto your wrists so tightly you could feel your own pulse. Your back curled from the mirror and your hips moved towards the towering man who had you pinned, literally bending to his will. This wasn't like last time, this was so much more hungry, so much more wild with raw passion.

Soon enough you felt his hands leave your wrists, imprints left behind as his palms moved to the space between your bodies, and you could make out that he was fumbling with his belt. Your hands dropped to the vanity for a moment before moving to where his fingers fumbled, starting to help him in his endeavors to remove the belt quickly.

The metal was unclasped and with a hard yank, Namjoon ripped it from the loops. Your hands crept toward his stomach, wanting to run up the length of his chest, but you only got half way before his large palm seized your wrists in one hand. He pulled his face back from the kiss, his mouth hanging open with heavy breaths as his eyes seemed glazed over in a craze. Again, you were unsure if you should be afraid of that look, but you couldn't bring yourself to feel anything but a burning heat in your chest.

Taking the belt he had just freed from his waist, he raised it up and began to wrap it around your wrists tightly, securing them in place. You glanced down at the black leather that bound your hands before flashing your gaze back up to Namjoon in anticipation of what he was going to do next.

He met your gaze but only for a second before his eyes trailed down your face and stopped at your neck. Pressing a hand against your shoulder, he pushed you back against the mirror, leaning you at an angle as he dipped in quickly, brushing your hair aside as his lips met your skin. You sucked in a slow breath that soon turned to a gasp when you felt his teeth scrape your flesh.

His hands shifted downward, now meeting the buckle of your jeans as he began to unfasten them. Things seemed to be moving in almost a heated blur before you felt his fingers curl into the fabric at the side of your hips and begin to yank it down. You shifted from side to side, moving your hips to allow the fabric to leave your body and be cast to the side. Your hands moved, despite their bond, and grasped onto the fabric of his shirt lightly for both balance and desire.

You were left bare - from the waist down - in the back stage dressing room of a concert you just watched him perform in. Unknowingly, he had unsheathed himself from his own slacks. Never had you imagined you'd be doing this, but at this point you were done caring about anything but the man who had his talons in you.

Breaking free from your neck, Namjoon looked down at your hands. His eyes were glazed, his breathing labored. It was clear he was still angry, but his anger had melted into unfiltered lust for you. Grabbing your wrists, he raised them up above your head and pulled them forward, causing you to hook your arms around his neck. Your tied wrists met the nape of his neck as his palms moved to your back side and grabbed it firmly, quickly yanking you from the cold counter of the vanity.

You gasped suddenly as you slammed into him, your legs wrapping around his waist as he began to move away. He didn't get far however before you felt your back forcefully slam against the wall, your head twitched back with a gasp as he pressed himself to you so hard there wasn't even a drop of air that separated your forms.

You lowered your chin back down, meeting his gaze. Your eyes bouncing from his eyes to his lips, his mesmerizing expression despite his rage was enough to send your chest into a bounce with rapid breaths. The sudden pause was almost painful; the tension in the room thick and hot.

"Are you waiting for a written invite or...?" You said sarcastically as your lips curled into a smirk.

Your snarky remark finally earned a grin from the man who had you fused to the wall.