Shiranda's POV

   The boys decided to go swimming.  I'm just chilling, reading a fanfic as I'm leaning against the counter in the kitchen.

I feel something press up against me from behind.  "Jimin...."  "Hello, Shiranda."  I hear Taehyung's deep voice.

He wraps his arms around my waist and starts kissing my neck.  My eyes get big.

"T-Taehyung, I thought all of you went outside."  I let out a moan, putting my phone down.

"I decided to stay back."  He says as he smirks into the crook of my neck.  He kisses the back of my neck, causing goosebumps to become visible on my arms.

"Taehyung, what if someone sees?"  I say breathily.  "I don't care."  He nibbles on my earlobe before breathing in my ear, making me go limp is his arms.

His grip tightens around me, holding me up.  He turns me around and lifts me onto the counter.

My arms wrap our his neck, and my legs wrap around his torso, pulling him close, as he rests his hands on my hips.

We start tonguing.  We tilt our heads in opposite directions, deepening the kiss.  "Mm, Taehyung, what has gotten into you?"  "You've been so tempting."

He goes back to kissing me.  One of my hands goes to rest on the back of his head.  He unzips and unbuttons his pants then pulls them down, our lips still attached.  I pull up my skirt.  He pulls down his boxers, his dick fully erected.

He slips into me.  "You're so wet."  He moans.  He starts thrusting in and out of me.  Small moans echo in the room.

"You feel so good."  He says, pulling me closer and biting at my shoulder.  He starts going faster, and my head falls over his shoulder.

As he plunges into me, my hands go to his back, my nails digging into him.  "Augh, Taehyung..."  I moan.

As he goes faster, he wraps his arms around my back, hooking his hands around my shoulders, pounding into me better, holding me tight.

My hands scratch down his back before one of them goes to the back of his head again, the other one pressed to his back, holding on for dear life.

He plants kisses to my shoulder before his head falls over it.  A throaty growl escapes from him, making me moan.

He nips at my skin.  When it's time for him to release, he pulls out and cums, holding on to me like his life depends on it, his head on my chest as his body shakes. 

I squirt like crazy, shaking as I enjoy my orgasm.  The only sounds that can be heard are the sounds of our heavy breathing.  He passionately kisses me before pulling up his pants and boxers.  He zips and buttons his pants as I jump down from the counter and pull down my skirt.