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Call of the Amazon

For the BTS Pretty Boys Collab hosted by @btsaudge​ and @kingsuckjin​

Rating: 18+ // NSFW

Genre: non-idol namjoon, established relationship, smut/explicit sexual content

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: Switch!Namjoon,  Namjoon is secure, Strong Joon [namtiddies and namthighs],  fingering, oral, anal, toy use, reckless blowjobs [respect your throat space, y’all], unprotected sex, smidge of plot,  Joon in pretty things, creampie, nipple play [male and female], messy kisses, lots of noises, the adventurous couple is adventurous, The Amazon position [classic and kneeling] [google it you heathens!],

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Word Count: 3.7K

AN: First thanks to the lovely @btsaudge  and @kingsuckjin for coming up with this awesome collab. Also thank you to @hesperantha, @hauntedlilies, @megahwn, and @ddaengyoonmin for the squeals over all the possibilities that inspired all the stories you’ll see! It has been a pleasure, y’all! Thanks to Admin E and Admin L for the squeals and checks. Thanks to Audge for the checks. Thanks to @taetaesbaebaepsae​ for the position check *le wink*.

Now! I don’t see many stories that pay homage to this beautiful position. So who better than a collared Kim Namjoon, in lingerie and lovely thigh garters to kick things off. Just google the position, you’ll see. I started this before the muster, but let me tell you - muster blonde undercut Namjoon had everyone [and me] ready to burst. Enjoy!

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“You have such good taste in lingerie,” he spoke against the column of your throat.

Even though those pieces of lace and intricate detail were now sticky and soaked with sex. There was a soft mewling as you stretched like a well-fed cat, your ass bumping into the stirrings of another erection.

“I think you like taking it off and messing it up, more than appreciating it.” There was a sleepy sound as he grinned down at you. His fingertips danced along the curve of your side, rising at the hill of your hip.

“Oh, come now, My Love,” The air of his laughter tickled your ear. “That’s me showing complete and total appreciation for your aesthetic eye.” You turned a look over your shoulder. His brow lifted in feigned innocence - it failed. You both laughed as you turned in his arms. His large hands palmed the globes of your ass, pulling one leg over his thigh. The heat of your swollen sticky sex tantalizing his cock to stir even further. 

You grunted as he thrust against your lips, your clit throbbing as he stiffened between your legs even more. “Here, let me repeat that previous lecture.” He rolled until he loomed over you, hard and ready again. You smirked up at him; your lips parted on a sigh of contentment. 

“One day,” you purr as he rocks into your slowly, “It’ll be me looming over you - and I’ll have those lovely legs laced and lovely just for me,” Namjoon smirked as he leaned back, your legs lifted as he ran his teeth along your calf.

“Oh, love, what a day that will be.” 

1 Year Later.

“Hey, so are you sure about this?” Director Vante stared over your shoulder at the designs sketched into notebooks scattered all over the desk.

“Yeah, I am. But, look, we’re progressive enough in this day and age. I don’t think it’s completely out of the left field to say that there need to be more options for men in lingerie.” You stared at all the designs sketched thoughtfully from the most dainty to risque. “What happens in bedrooms across the world isn’t our business, per se. But it could be our business *soon*.” A satisfied look on your face as you leaned back in your chair. 

Director Vante picked up one of many sketches and couldn’t deny that this could be something monumental. There had been a change in what constituted gender, and the conversation was ever-evolving. You couldn’t just look at someone with a muscular physique, and *assume* anything about their masculinity or femininity. 

They could enjoy a Rosé with a see-through teddy and fuzzy slippers to relax when they get home. You did have a point - they could be the first to cater to the masses at the onset of this new revolution. People were speaking their truths, and it was time for markets to listen, truly. The Director bit his lip as he looked over the details for thigh highs, lace panties that would pocket the male structures without making them look silly. It wasn’t women’s lingerie on men. It was lingerie to fit the male body, and you had crafted quite a few gems. 

Director Vante did happen to notice one thing, though. Even though each piece was stunning in its originality? The physique of the ‘model’ seemed to be the same for each one. Each muscle, drawn from some explicit memory, was created with exact detail on each page. He chuckled softly, “It seems you have a Muse.” 

You blinked upward, then looked at your designs. Oh, you hadn’t realized. That the vague details of who Namjoon was still was apparent to you in these designs. He came to life in stunning but mysterious detail to those in the office. So it was true - he was your Muse. Every outfit crafted with him in mind. Every outfit designed to fit and flatter his physique. You cleared your throat softly as you lowered your gaze to another half-done drawing. “Uh, well, sort of.” 

The Director set the notebook back on the desk. “You have the go-ahead to speak to the fabric department. Start working on samples. I’ll trust your judgement from here on out. Let’s see if we can get some prototypes within the week?” 

You managed to keep your cool with a nod, “Thank you, Director. I won’t let you down.” He gave you a gentle tap on the shoulder before leaving your office. When the door clicked shut, you melted back into your chair with a lazy smile. 

Within the week? That smile broadened as you reached for your desk phone. A tap of numbers, a quick wait, and a familiar chipper voice greeted you. 

“This is Trish in R&D; how can I help you?” 

“Trish, you know you’re my favorite, right?” you purred quietly.

“Uh-oh, what is it now, woman?” Trish leaned back with an amused sound. She listened to the pitch filling her ears as you sat up straight. “Are you serious!? He said yes! We’re doing this?!” 

“Yes, ma’am, we’re doing this.” You had to lean away from the receiver for a few moments. “Remember those early sketches I sent? Scrap those. I’m sending you the new sets. But, I’d like you to put a rush on two in particular, is that ok?”

“Hell yes, I remember those! I keep them…for science.” Trish coughed but rolled over to her desk to await the new files. The whole set had been spank bank material because the body was too good to be true. “I got them, oh-whooooaaa. You want those two, huh? Honey, whoever you’ve got in mind for these? Is one lucky individual.” 

You laughed hearing Trish verbally drool over the new content. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as you thought about that individual. “I think I’m the lucky one. But, I’m counting on you, Trish.”

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ve got you covered.” Trish turned to the strips of fabric pinned to the wall next to her. “But, I better get details.” 

There was a moment of silence for them both before they started laughing. 

“For science!” They declared in unison.

*My Love*

Hey! I’m going to be late. My project got accepted by the Director. So I’m trying to get some prototypes together. 

*Joonbug*

Congrats, baby! It’s fine. I need to cover a missing shift at the fire house. So I won’t be home for another 18 hours. 

*My Love*

Joonie =/. You tell them they better be lucky I’m nice.

It took 14 of those 18 hours before you finally got home. The sample pieces were dropped haphazardly on the couch. You trudged through the hallway to force a shower before tumbling into bed. 

Namjoon cracked open the door 5 hours later. He didn’t want to risk driving home exhausted, so he opted for a quick nap in the work bunk room. He saw the keys in the glass dish by the door, and given the dead silence, figured you were asleep. There was the hint of a smirk as he closed the door behind him. 

A bag of celebratory dinner set on the counter as he yanked his jacket off. He decided to take advantage of your apparent exhaustion and made a beeline to the bathroom. The hot, heavy spray of the showerhead gave him the perk he needed. He kept quiet as he moved past your bedroom with a towel tucked around his waist.

That’s when he saw the lumps of fabric and a hint of metal on the couch. He tilted his head slightly as he lifted the material in the air. A brow arched as he twisted it around, letting the texture of the lace stimulate the skin of his fingertips.

He turned to the dark hallway leading to the bedroom; still, there was silence. There was a long moment of consideration before he decided to risk it all. 

Namjoon dried himself off completely, making sure to throw on a bit of moisturizer to his skin. He checked his dewy complexion in the mirror. He made sure his skin was radiant before gently detangling the first piece. “Not a lot to the imagination, is there, Love?” He chuckled, stepping into the lace underwear. He noted how the fabric felt against his skin; a strange sensation brought on by the multiple patterns that made up the lace panty. 

A strip of cloth attached to the front stretched between his pectorals. He looked down with a wide-eyed look. His gaze lifted to the mirror as he pushed his arms forward. The motion caused his chest to look even more prominent. “Fuck, I think I need a bra at this point.” 

The lace collar came with a metal O-ring that sat daintily under his Adam’s apple. The material was marvelously stretchy; it had just enough give not to strangle him. He turned to that mirror again and admired himself. He arched a brow, his bottom lip snagged between his teeth as he put an arm behind his head. He turned to the side, letting his fingers travel over that lane of lace between his chest. He followed it down to the curve of his cock twitching in the confines of the material. 

He turned to the next item, “Might as well.” Every step. Every shift in position caused that meshed fabric to rub against him. A tickle on his testicles, a brush against the swelling head of his cock. He could feel that erection steadily pushing the limits of that panty.

If that wasn’t going to test the limits of this set? The next item would need a miracle to survive. The thigh stockings with a garter with heart-shaped rings were, again, very well made. The straps were cheeky leather strips with plug shaped studs. His thighs fought against that heart-shaped metal ring with every flex. 

He turned back to the mirror and gave a full flex in the mirror. His arms lifted as the muscles in his biceps jumped. He placed one hand on his waist while the other raked through his hair. A slight step forward as he presented a lace-covered leg, the fabric stretched for his life across the thick width of his thighs. The heart-shaped ring dug deliciously into the front of his leg. Every move he made, every flex, every turn, had his cock jumping. 

He ran his fingers over his shoulders, fingers clawing at the meat of his pectorals before thumb and forefinger tugged at his nipples. He was so lost in feeling himself and literally feeling himself that he didn’t notice you. 

Your throat dry and in need of water caused you to leave the room. What you hadn’t expected was to see Namjoon’s lace-covered back side facing you. You had not expected to be given the most glorious show in all of existence. You had not expected the ungodly amounts of saliva to pool in your mouth as you watched your man make all your wildest dreams come true.

It was that loud swallow that caught his attention and had him whirling around, surprised by your presence. “Oh! uhm, hi.” He was sheepish for a quick minute. Cock half-hard and desperately fighting the tight weave of lace for release. 

“Hi.” There was hunger in your voice, and your eyes lust-filled and blown wide. 

“So, how do I look?” He smirked at your response, moving his fingers down his stomach. 

“You look fuckable.” You stalked forward. 

“Do I, now?” Namjoon smirked with a squeeze and lift of his cock. “Why don’t you come and fuck me then?” 

Your teeth clenched on a growl as you looped a finger through the O-ring at his neck. A yank had his lips in range for attack. The large expanse of his hands grabbed and squeezed at your ass while your tongues tangled. Heavy breathing, a shift of positions had you walking him back toward the couch. It took a light push to get him to flop backward. 

His long legs stretched out and so pretty straining against that heart-shaped ring at his thighs. Sorry, Trish - this one was going to stay locked away forever. You dropped to your knees between his outstretched legs, fingers clawing up against the lace material. It was strange that you still found yourself taking note of any flaws or defect in your design as you admired his beauty. 

Granted, most men aren’t built like Namjoon; it’s helpful knowledge for later. You pushed his legs up, tossing them over your shoulder. The pool of slick between your legs growing as he dug those lace-covered toes into your back. You leaned in to bite and suck purple blossoms into his inner thigh. “You’re so pretty for me.” A purr, your breath falling over the fabric, barely restraining the girth of his cock. 

You opened your mouth to take in more of his skin. His thigh muscle flexing under your teeth caused you to wiggle your ass, pussy clenching against the air. Namjoon looked down as you adored every part of him, teasing him until, at last, the panty gave a little under the tent of his erection. 

You met each other’s gaze as your tongue slid over the straining flesh. Namjoon hissed, leaning his head back for a second before looking down at you again. You closed your lips over the veins throbbing against the lace of the panty. Sloppily, sucking and licking at the leaking tip straining to break free and slide down your throat.

He let out a moan that had you leaking down your leg. You slid up the length of his body, tongue out and leaving a wet trail from the stomach to nipple. Your tongue swirled over the pert little nub before trailing up his neck, sucking more marks along his jaw before you were at his mouth again.

“Take this off.” It was his turn to growl as his fingers sought the edge of the t-shirt you wore. The sensation of it brushing against his skin was driving him mad—the fact it was hiding your body, keeping your skin off of his own fueled his rage. You leaned back enough for him to yank the shirt up and away. Your skin was hot against his, your nipples scraped like a rock against his soft skin. Your dripping sex left trails of hot liquid arousal seeping against the panty. His fingers dug into your hips and slid around to palm your ass. 

Namjoon’s hips swiveled circles in that perfect spot, hitting a delicious steady pressure right on your mons veneris. That perfect pad of pussy cushion directly before you slip down to the clit. You squeezed your legs together to increase the press of his cock right there. Your hands gripped the back of the couch on either side of his head.

Again your gazes locked as the wet sound of your pussy weeping joy at the speed of his motion. “You’re gonna make me cum, Joon,” A breathless moan as your head fell forward. He could hear it; he could listen to the catch of your breath, the tremble in your thighs. There was moisture pooling against his testicles. He bit his lip, dark gaze set on your face. 

You were close, so close, and the moment you inhaled through your teeth? He stopped. Your eyes flew open at his audacity, then he pulled you down as he thrust upward. Your eyes rolled in your skull as came, faucet dripping all on his abdomen as you shook like jello in his grasp. “Y-you son of a bitch?!” He smirked as you pushed his hands away. 

You tried to stand, couldn’t exactly hide your wobbly knees. You tugged him by that O-ring till his face pressed against the light peach fuzz on your pussy. “Clean it up. You made a mess,” A smirk lifting the corner of your mouth. Your tongue slid across your lips as his tongue curled up against your clit. Another orgasm threatened in mere minutes before you pushed him back again. 

Namjoon reached up to smear your juices back into his mouth. You look down the length of his body and begin to realize that the limit of that lace panty is maxing out. Namjoon was just big, and that couldn’t be helped - it just meant more work in R&D. You licked your lips, kneeling down again, licking, sucking and teasing him again. 

Namjoon cursed under his breath when you tore the fabric away. You wrapped your hands around the base of his cock, opening your mouth as wide as you could before swallowing him down. His fingers clawed the air as you gagged, trying to squeeze the broad head down your throat. Your tongue flatted before curving against the shaft. It was as if you made space just for him, sucking loudly. 

He was throbbing and ready to burst in your mouth. The fact that you had two fingers smearing remnants of your orgasm against the pucker of his asshole didn’t help. Nor did it help when those two fingers tested his limits. He was clutching the couch cushion when you switched to tickling that ring with your middle finger.

He grabbed the back of your head and tried to shove himself into the space of your throat when you pushed your middle finger into the hilt. You could have sworn he came a little, but he pulled you back, just a bit, so he could enjoy the prostate massage. The loud, wet, lewd sound of your throat reaching its limit, plus the fuck and swivel of your middle finger inside of him, had Namjoon ready to sanctify your name. He pulled at his nipples, grabbing at his chest, completely overwhelmed with sensation - and then you pulled away. 

A small spurt of cum left him again as he cried out. Both of you were glistening with sweat but far from done. “Pull your legs up for me, Joonie.” You wiped your mouth as he put his hands behind his knees. He scooted down enough his ass hit the edge of the couch. 

You pushed his cock down, so it angled slightly from between his thighs. A slight squat and push forward was all it took to flex him at your entrance. You slid forward, both of you moaning, your hands now at the back of his knees. “Gonna fuck you so good, Joonie.” You licked the sweat above your lip as your hips snapped forward.

The shaft dragged against your clit, as you snapped them forward again and again. You felt the burn in your thighs as you fucked against his cock. Pushing his legs closer to his chest in those pretty thigh high stockings. “Might make you wear heels for me next time.” You smirked at the fucked out look on his face. Your fingers tugged at the heart-shaped rings at his thighs. You moved faster, pushing him up against the couch. There was just enough room for you to push his legs up in the air. You had enough space to kneel on the edge of the sofa, letting those years of Kegel exercise finally come in handy. 

It was the fun part about riding cowgirl, except it gave you more of the top position. He held onto your thighs, helping you slide forward onto his cock. His tongue stuck out, panting as he worked your body against his. 

“Baby, I..fuck...I’m gonna fucking cum..” There was desperation in his voice. You had edged him to orgasm at least twice. He knew he was going to explode, and it was going to be glorious. “Keep fucking me, just like this!” His brow furrowed in deep concentration, watching his cock disappear inside you over and over again. 

Listening to your body give you away, he reached down with two spit-soaked fingers and rubbed at your clit. As if the shaft of his veiny cock wasn’t already running ribbed-for-your-pleasure against that battered bundle of nerves.

“Fuck!” You mirror his sentiments as the combo of his fingers adding that needed pressure and the head of his cock sliding against that secret space inside of you didn’t already have you seeing stars.

You pushed into him more, pushing all of his cock inside of you. You’re thumping into each other enough to cause him to shake with each snap of your hips. It sounds like someone is stirring a moist pot of something as your hips stutter against his fingers. He growls, lowering his legs around you, pulling your body down onto his. By the time the wave of violent euphoria hits you? He has his tongue in your mouth, fingers digging into your ass, as he takes back control to snap his hips upward in rapid succession. 

All he wants is to blow; all he wants is to feel the squeezing vibration of your body as he cums. He moves one hand to the small of your back, the other tugging the hair at your scalp. His teeth sink into your bottom lip as he experiences the most mind-numbing orgasm he has ever had in his life. 

He squirts hot and so hard into you, it causes you to shriek and hold on to him. He plasters your insides while he bites down on your shoulder. You squeeze your thighs and ride him out to another orgasm, creaming and squirting on his cock. 

“Mmfuck.” Your body melts against his, skin slick with sweat. There is no way you’ll be able to move after that. There is a burn in your hips and thighs you haven’t experienced in a long while. 

“G’damn, woman!” Namjoon offered a hoarse laugh; his arms around your torso kept you in place. He attempted to sit up but was finding it just as tricky. So he did the next best thing, he slid down to the floor. He groaned as the metal hearts slid across his thighs. The fabric touching his skin sent him into a state of overstimulation. He ripped and tugged at it until air hit his skin. 

A sigh of satisfaction as he cradled you against him. “So, uhm, are you going to be bringing home more of those samples?” He asked rather nonchalantly, his eyes shifting to the side. “I mean, this project is going to take a moment, right?”

You chuckled weakly, “Should I?”

“For science.” He smirked into the top of your head. 

“Right.” You smiled against his neck. ”For science.”