ONE SHOTS

Let me make it up to you, Daddy

Chricky smut

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I have a mean daddy! I hate him so much! How could he lie to me? He said he'd be home at eight, but he lied! It was already 11:45. I threw myself on his side of the bed we shared together and let out a frustrated whine.

Did Daddy not want me anymore? Is that it? Is he mad at me?

I tried to recall anything that I did wrong, but I couldn't remember.

Maybe I was being too clingy...

Could anyone blame me though? What is a needy little supposed to do when his incredibly attractive Daddy is away for a week? I sighed. You know what? If Daddy thinks its fun to get me mad then I'll get him back for it.

I quickly got up and ran to get my special markers. They were special because they were permanent and Daddy only let me use them when I was a big boy. They were placed on the very top shelf that only he could reach.

Why did I have to have such a tall Daddy!?

Oh that's right, they're perfect to carry littles around...

I went to the kitchen and got a foldable chair that we always had if we had guests over. I brought it back with me and carefully placed it in front of the shelves. I stood on top of it and reached up to grab the markers; barley being able to reach them. I jumped off and landed on my feet. I giggled a little bit when the air went up my oversized shirt, making it puff up a little bit and showing my black booty shorts that I was wearing underneath.

I smiled to myself; ready to put my devious plan to action. Cue the evil laughter.

I put the chair back and went back to the room with the markers in hand. I went up to Daddy's favorite full length mirror that we had hung begin the door. I got out the yellow markers and began to draw on the clear surface. I made a sun in the top left corner. Then I got the blue marker and started making little clouds. I put the color back and got the green out and made the tops of the trees and made grass. I got the brown for the trunks and used red to make little flowers. Before I knew it, I had a small little scenery where Daddy's head should be when he stood in front of the mirror. However, I was having a lot of fun and didn't want to stop there. I started doodling on the rest of the surface. I made logos from the bands Daddy and I liked, different flowers to add color, unicorns and rainbows, hearts and stars, and a swastika, anarchy symbol, and pentagram just because it was easy to draw. I wasn't a Nazi though, so don't worry! I would totally punch Donald Trump in the nose if I had the chance.

I was barley done when suddenly the door opened and I was hit in the face with such force that I fell backwards.

"Owie!" I cried and brought my hands to my nose. Luckily I wasn't bleeding, but it did hurt though.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm sorry! Daddy didn't know you were there." Daddy said scooping me into his arms and trying to shush my cries.

"It's okay Daddy. When did you get back?" I asked with a sniffle. He kissed my nose and smiled.

"Just a few minutes ago. I tried calling for you, but you wouldn't answer so I came to check on you." He answered moving to the bed and placing me in his lap.