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Lyric was still catching her breath, her lips tingling from Jin’s release, when Hobi pulled her back against his chest, his hands roaming her bare skin possessively. He nipped at her earlobe, his voice a low rumble. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he murmured, his fingers brushing her sides, keeping her buzzing with heat. His eyes flicked to Jimin, who was still on his knees, staring at her with a hunger that hadn’t dimmed despite his earlier unraveling. “Think Jimin’s earned a reward, don’t you?”
Lyric’s gaze shifted to Jimin, his flushed cheeks and dark eyes locked on her, his cock still straining against his ruined pants. She smirked, her voice breathy but teasing. “Yeah, Hobi. He’s been so patient.”
Jimin’s breath hitched, his hands flexing on his thighs as he waited, every muscle in his body taut with anticipation. Hobi chuckled, the sound dark and approving, and gave Lyric a gentle nudge forward. “Go on, then,” he said, his tone a velvet command. “Let him have you.”
She slid off Hobi’s lap, crawling toward Jimin on her hands and knees, her body still thrumming from everything they’d already done. Jimin met her halfway, his hands shooting out to grab her hips, pulling her close with a desperation that made her gasp. “Lyric—” he rasped, voice thick with need, his fingers digging into her skin.
“Take her,” Hobi said from behind, his voice steady but laced with heat as he leaned back, watching. “Fuck her good, Jimin-ah. Show me what you’ve been dying to do.”
Jimin didn’t need to be told twice. He fumbled with his pants, shoving them down just enough to free himself, his cock hard and leaking as he lined up with her. Lyric braced her hands on his shoulders, her breath catching as he pressed against her entrance, slick and ready from everything before. With one sharp thrust, he buried himself inside her, deep and sudden, pulling a cry from her throat.
“Fuck—” Jimin groaned, his head falling forward as he bottomed out, his hands gripping her hips like she might slip away. “You feel—so fucking good—”
Lyric moaned, her nails biting into his shoulders as he started moving, his thrusts fast and rough, all that pent-up desperation pouring out. He wasn’t gentle—couldn’t be, not after watching her with Hobi and Jin, not after tasting them both. His hips snapped against hers, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room, driving her higher with every stroke.
Hobi’s eyes burned as he watched, one hand resting on his thigh, the other lazily stroking himself back to full hardness. “Harder,” he ordered, voice cutting through Jimin’s groans. “She can take it. Make her scream.”
Jimin growled low in his throat, obeying instantly, his thrusts turning brutal, his hands yanking her down to meet him. Lyric’s head tipped back, a string of broken moans spilling out as he hit deep, relentless, her body shaking under the force. “Jimin—fuck—yes—” she gasped, her voice cracking with every slam of his hips.
“That’s it,” Hobi purred, his tone dark and pleased. “Look at her, Jimin. Falling apart on your cock. You wanted this so bad, didn’t you?”
Jimin’s eyes were wild, his breath ragged as he nodded, too far gone to form words. “So bad,” he managed, voice wrecked, his thrusts stuttering as he felt her clench around him, tight and hot. “Noona —fuck—I’m—”
“Not yet,” Hobi snapped, his voice sharp now. “Make her cum first. Earn it.”
Jimin whimpered, slowing just enough to shift his angle, one hand sliding between them to rub messy circles over her clit. Lyric’s whole body jolted, a scream tearing from her throat as the added pressure sent her spiraling. “Jimin—oh god—right there—” she sobbed, her legs trembling, her nails raking down his arms.
He kept going, his fingers relentless, his cock driving into her with renewed focus, sweat beading on his forehead as he fought to please her. It didn’t take long—Lyric shattered around him, her body locking tight as she came, a flood of heat soaking him, her cries echoing in the room.
Jimin groaned, his control snapping as her orgasm pulled him under. He thrust once, twice more, then buried himself deep, spilling inside her with a choked moan, his hips jerking as he rode it out. They collapsed together, panting, Lyric’s arms draped over his shoulders, his face buried in her neck.
Hobi laughed softly, dark and satisfied, rising to his feet to loom over them. “Good boy,” he murmured, ruffling Jimin’s hair before pulling Lyric back into his arms, her body limp and trembling against him. “You fucked her well. Proud of you.” His eyes glinted as he kissed her forehead, then glanced at Jin, still recovering. “Rest up. We’re not done.”