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Chapter 8 AH! Namjoon's POV (December)
It's been two months without my baby. And Hobi's been checking up. Ever since his eighteenth birthday, he's been very interested in always being around me. I didn't mind much. He was my sons best friend.
Speaking of Hobi, I was waiting for his usual knock.
The knock came and I opened it. Hobi stood there, with a box. "Hey Mr. Jeon," he smiled at me. "May I come in?" he asks.
"Of course." I let him in before shutting the door behind him. "How was your day at University?" I ask, making some tea.
"It was okay." he sat down in the living room. I handed him some tea before sitting down myself. "Anyways, I brought you a gift." he moved next to me, handing me the box. I opened it, seeing lingerie.
"What the hell Hobi!" I complain.
"What. Why don't you be Daddy's good little slut and put it on." he smiled a wicked smile.
"Hobi are you insane?" I ask.
"Insanely in love with my best friends mother." he licks his lips. He leaned into my ear. "Mr. Omega, I know that I'm an Alpha that can make you wet." he grabbed my back and pulled me forward.
"Hobi." I say in a warning voice.
"Hm." he starts kissing on my neck.
"What-"
"Put on the outfit or there will be consequences." he smiles at me even more.
I roll my eyes and get up, going into the bathroom and putting on the short ass see through skirt, the panties and thin clothing for a top.
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I exit and I see Hobi sitting there. "Come here to Daddy baby." Fuck, why does he make me like this!? I walk over and sit on his lap, putting my legs onto the couch beside him. "You know baby. Ever since I was young, I knew that you were going to be mine Mr. Jeon. You're my mate, and you can't deny that. You thought that other man was your mate, no baby, you are mine." he bit my ear and I grabbed my ear.
"Hobi!" I scold.
"Hm?" a finger goes straight into me and I squeak. "You're so wet baby." he smiled.
"Hobi, stop it!" I order.
"I can't." he opened my legs across his lap. It made me feel very insecure. "You're so perfect." he touched my now very hard cock. I hissed when he moved the panties to the side. The cold air hurt. "You love being touched." He commented.
"Mmph." He slid a finger into the hole that hasn't been touched in 16 years.
