"Namjoon, this is the third time I've caught you staring at my butt." You deadpan, turning around from the fridge to face him, and he chokes on his soda in shock.
The first time, you had just gotten up from bed and were standing in front of your closet in just a bra and underwear, looking for something to wear. You called his name once, twice, even a third time, but received no reply. Turning to face him, you see him staring at you intently, clearly too focused on the curve of your butt to hear a word you're saying. You called his name a little louder, and he snapped out of his reverie, giving you a sheepish grin while blushing.
You let it slide that time because, hey, you're in your underwear and he's a guy-what did you expect him to do?
The second time, you were on your tiptoes, trying to reach the bowls in the kitchen. Finally accepting defeat, you called his name, receiving no answer. You sighed, suspecting the same situation as earlier. This time, you turned around to find him resting his elbows on the counter with his face in his hands, watching you with a shameless grin on his face.
"Really?" You ask, and he shrugs, winking at you.
"Sorry, jagi." He chuckles, walking up behind you and taking a bowl from the cabinet, handing it to you before dropping his hand and heading back to the living room.
You gave him a small warning in your mind, assuming it would be the last time.
You were wrong.
"I-I wasn't staring at you!" He splutters awkwardly, biting his lip as his eyes drop down a little lower to observe your backside again.
"You're doing it again," You point out, closing the fridge and walking up to him, taking his soda from his hand and placing it on the counter. He pauses for a moment and lets his eyes rake your frame before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body.
"I don't mean to be dirty...but when you wear those shorts I love, I can't help but think that way." He purrs, your noses brushing against each other.
"I guess I can understand that," You allow, and he grins.
"In that case, can you understand that all I want right now is to bend you over this counter and just-" He groans against your lips, and you yelp and giggle as he picks you up and sits you on the counter, standing between your legs.
"You're the worst," You manage to chuckle between kisses, and he nips your bottom lip lightly, slipping his fingers in your shorts and stroking you through your underwear.
"You love it," He notes, moving his lips to your neck and trailing bites and kisses along your skin, his fingers moving under your underwear and massaging your clit thoroughly. A shaky gasp leaves your lips, and is quickly swallowed by his kiss. "I knew it," He murmurs, taking your lower lip between his teeth and tugging gently.
"Fuck," You whimper, tossing your head back as he slips two fingers into you and pumps them in and out. "Please," You mewl, clawing at his shoulders.
"What do you want, baby?" He breathes, pumping faster. "You know I'd do anything for you."
"Harder," You plead, and he obliges instantly, curling his fingers and pumping his fingers in and out of you, catching that one spot along that has a choked yelp leaving your mouth. He grins against your mouth, slipping in a third finger and curling and twisting his fingers until you're crying out in ecstasy, your back arching with pleasure. Namjoon's name topples effortlessly from your lips as you call his name over and over, letting it fill your ears until it's the only thing you could ever want to hear.
He slowly retracts his fingers from you, and you shudder from the feeling of his fingers leaving you before resting your head on his shoulder. "Does this mean I can keep staring at your butt?"
Despite your fatigue, you burst into peals of laughter, managing to choke out, "I formally give you permission to stare at my butt."
"Awesome."
