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.

Namjoon shot forward, silencing your lips with a kiss as his hands moved to your thighs, grabbing them tightly and leaving another imprint of his large palms. You felt him shift, guiding himself to your entrance before suddenly thrusting his hips forward and entering you with minimal warning.

You broke the kiss, though didn't move from it, as your mouth suddenly opened wide with a loud gasp. Your voice escaped you in the form of a moan as you breathed back out.

Your bound hands wrapped around his body and you shifted to lace your fingers into his hair the best you were able and grip it lightly. He began to rock his hips. His thrusts weren't quick, not yet at least. No, instead he offered long, deep, and rough strokes. With each push forward your body slipped against the wall and your eyes flickered.

Likely, you should have been more mindful of your voice but you were too far gone. You had no idea how loud you were truly getting, you could only hope that anyone nearby was gone or that the room was sound proof.

But it seemed Namjoon had a similar thought as he yanked his head back, tipping it to let the few strands of hair that had fallen in his face be knocked back before he lowered his gaze back down to you. He released one of your legs, allowing the wall and his other hand be enough to keep you up while his other moved up to your cheek. His fingers crawled across your heated skin before he placed his hand over your lips softly, silencing your voice and turning you on even more.

"Only I will hear these sounds come from your lips." There was a hiss in his deep tone of voice that caused your heart to beat painfully against your rib cage. His tone was controlling, dominate, almost possessive. The way he lost control was something you never knew you had to see. You offered a faint nod, and let your eyes burn your answer back to him.

Though he had silenced you, that didn't seem to mean he had any intention on going easier on you in attempts to lower the volume. Unable to meet your lips, he brought his back to your neck and took a section of your skin in his teeth, sucking at the smooth surface as he drew blood to pool just under your skin. He had placed his 'mark' on you, though at the time you didn't realize what he was doing. You were too preoccupied with the intense sensations that he was radiating into your body with each thrust of his hips, the pace starting to pick up as the moments ticked by. Fuck.

Suddenly, Namjoon adjusted his position and moved you from the wall. Releasing your mouth, he brought his hand around to smack against your ass before giving it a possessive grab. You grunted at the stinging pain. He slammed you back against the wall and let both of his strong arms keep you afloat. He hooked his arms under your knees, his strength keeping your back firmly pressed to the wall. He lifted you up with his arms and let gravity bring you back down onto him, submerging his shaft completely within your body as he hit the back of your inner walls. 

Perhaps it was a bad thing to uncover your mouth. As you felt him thrust deeply into you, your head cocked back as another loud moan rattled from your throat. They continued to flow out each time he'd raise you and let you slide back down. Your bound hands were still around his neck and your knees were pressed against his shoulders. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he pounded into you mercilessly. 

But Namjoon was getting antsy, the fact that his hands were also bound due to the position he had placed the two of you in was now just becoming a hindrance. After a few minutes, he pushed himself off the wall and began to wander deeper into the room. You didn't bother looking as you let him carry you. The fact that your lips were unsealed was now coming to you, and it gave you the opportunity to steal his kiss as he whisked you away.

Before long, you felt your body press into the soft cushion of the couch he had been sitting on when you arrived. He left your body for a moment, causing your breath to hitch at the sudden absence of that fullness. You raised your arms above his head to unhook them from around his neck. You brought them down to yourself as you were laid out in a rather exposed fashion. He dropped to the ground onto his knees, his tall frame allowing his hips to be just above the lining of the piece of furniture, as if it was the perfect height for what he wanted to do.

Grabbing the bend of your knees he pulled you forward, causing you to sink into the couch as he pulled your hips back to him. His hands pulled at your legs to spread them further as he guided himself back to your revealed womanhood. You felt him prod against you, this time offering a bit of a warning before he rushed back inside, causing your back to arch toward the ceiling and your fingers to clench into fists in their bind.

"Namjoon." You called out as your chest deflated. He took the opportunity to let his hands wander your frame further now that they were free. One slipped under the smooth fabric of your shirt and glided across your skin in such a way that made you want the feeling to never fade. The other gripped at your hip, holding you steady as he continued his fluid movements at a more rapid pace that shook your frame.

Perhaps his desire to not let your voice be heard by others had been overthrown by the moment. Things had moved so quickly, you still weren't sure you fully grasped the situation at hand that unleashed such an untamed beast onto your body. And despite the repercussions of what may come later, you gave into his power via your own will.

Namjoon had hiked your shirt up, exposing more of your body for his mouth to ravage. He dragged his thick lips across your skin, kissing selective areas and biting at others. Each scrape of his teeth sent shivers up your spine that made your insides spasm around him. In doing so, a deep groan left the man splattered against your body, the sound reverberating through your body. He brought his teeth to your collar bone and gave it a rough bite in response.

In your shifting motions, the belt around your wrist had begun to loosen, and without your attempts to escape it had come undone. Your wrists pulled apart as he kissed along your upper chest. Your hands shot up, quickly moving to lace into his thick locks before moving down to his shoulder blades and raking your nails slowly across his back.

His eyes shot up to meet your gaze once he felt your hands on him. He almost seemed a bit irritated that you managed to get free, though you hadn't been trying to. You caught his gaze but smothered his look with another intense kiss, and he wasted no time in letting your tongues meet once more.

You pushed into the kiss, bringing yourself to sit up on the couch and engulf your arms around his form. He mimicked the action, wrapping his arms around your waist in a hug so tight it almost seemed like you'd fade from his arms if he loosened up at all.

The warmth of his arms as they wrapped around your body was never something you'd imagine you'd crave so much. The way he held you, pulled you close, kissed you so deeply, you wanted it all, you wanted more.

Pushing your body forward even further you forced Namjoon from your body and sent him topping back onto the floor on his backside. But you wasted no time in closing the space as you crawled onto his lap and let your slit brush against his hardened member in a taunting rock.

Namjoon bit down on his lower lip at your teasing but seemed impatient to let you continue. Guiding your hips closer, he brought his tip to your entrance and bucked his hips forward to force himself back inside. Your hands shot to his shoulders, bracing yourself as you jolted upward but soon began to move on your own, sliding up and down swiftly.

You could feel your insides sing with each plunge into your frame, the pressure only building. Your hands shifted to cup his face and bring him closer to your lips, but halted just as your lips brushed his. "Namjoon..." You breathed out against his feather light kiss.

Namjoon's hand moved to the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair before giving it a firm tug. "You're mine, Y/N." He said back with a faint snarl.

Without thinking, you blurted out the first thing that came into your mind at his words. "Then prove it." You challenged him with a heavy breath before he yanked you firmly by your hair back into his kiss.

The speed of your hips increased, the rocking motion serving to make sure that he hit every inch of your inner walls.

You felt your body begin to tense as the pressure within you was building to an uncontrollable level.

You lightly bit down onto Namjoon's plump lower lip before calling his name out again in a faint whimper. Your strength was reaching its apex as you felt yourself reaching your finish. But he had no intention of leaving the job unfinished as he took control of your hips and began to move you himself.

He was going so fast, your body was practically vibrating on top of him. You couldn't see straight, and you pulled back to stutter, "D-don't s-stop." You pleaded with him, not caring how desperate you probably sounded. 

Your turned your head, resting it lightly against his shoulder as you had lost all control over your voice and body. Inch by Inch you neared your climax, but it was what happened next that was the final push.

"Y/N..." Namjoon whispered into your ear. "Come for me, baby."

His deep voice coupled with him calling you that was enough to send you hurtling over the edge. Your eyes rounded, cheeks instantly flushing at his seductive tone of voice that kicked your heart into over drive. You gasped one last time before your body seized, nails digging into his shoulders as your insides tightened around him.

Namjoon rode out your orgasm while he began to reach his own that was approaching like a bullet. He grunted deeply with a clenched jaw before suddenly yanking you up and pulling you away from his shaft. He shot a hand up to cover the head and let his release spill into his palm instead of your body. Thankfully, he was mindful enough to do so because a condom hadn't come into question and had completely left your mind.

Falling limp against his frame you attempted to catch your breath, as did he, your bodies drenched in a layer of moisture. Your arms snaked around his shoulders in a more intimate hold as your head remained at his shoulder. You felt completely drained of energy, but the feeling of his body against yours brought you a huge amount of relief.

Silently, when you had seen him walk from the stage earlier, you had been scared that that would have been the last time you would have seen him. And the thought scared the hell out of you.