This didn’t stop Seulgi but only motivated her to continue what she’s doing to Jimin. She grinds her hip down, head falling back as the familiar pleasure hits her full force. A throaty moan was heard as Jimin's eyes shut close, allowing Seulgi to manipulate him. Then suddenly, everything around them seemed to vanish. The sound of his hyungs’ and noonas' mix reactions gradually grew faint. His mind only focused on the woman attached to him right now.
His shaky hands found its way to Seulgi's hips, fingers timidly slipping inside the girl's shirt. Seulgi sighed at the cold yet burning contact, eyes still closed and swayed her hips slowly as if matching a rhythm of a song inside his head. Jimin tried to thrust up in attempt to match his hyung’s erotic movements.
“Fuck, Seulgi.”
Seulgi responded with a low hum and grinds her ass harder on Jimin's clothed erection, causing delicious friction. Jimin worked his hands on Seulgi's ass and gave it a light squeeze. Oh how he loves Seulgi's ass.
Their actions continued for a couple more minutes before they heard a faint cough which brought their senses back. Seulgi's body completely collapsed on top of Jimin, head hanging loosely on the boy's shoulder while a soft snore passed his plump lips.
“She’s drunk already? She didn’t even drink that much.” Seokjin snickered, receiving a glare from Jimin.
“Let’s just finish this game with two last dares, besides…” Irene glanced at his wrist watch. “It’s almost 2 in the morning. I need to be back home before 3.”
“Well, you can just crash here tonight.”
“Nah, I’d rather be in my uncomfortable bed than hear you moan while Yoongi fucks the life out of you.”
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