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Suho pushed the cap of the permanent maker back on.He smirked at his work.Kris looked up at him then down at his chest.The letters on his chest spelled a word;                  S - L - U - T.

He was daddy's .

“Keep the word there.Feel it there.Feel it burn into your skin as you sit in class thinking of me.When you get home tonight,I'll make you earn it.Then you'll be proud to be called daddy's little .”

The older wanted it now thought,“But,daddy-”

Suho placed his hand around the boy's lips,“No buts,You're going to be patient.Alright?”

The boy nodded.

“Now kiss daddy goodbye.”Kris pushed up on his feet so their lips touched.They kissed only for a couple of seconds before Suho pulled away.He grabbed the older's shirt from the dresser and gave it to him.

“Have fun at school,alright,baby?”

“Ok,daddy.”

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“Ngahhh!!” Kris cried as he arched his back to meet Suho's s.

“Tell me who's you are,baby!”

“Daddy's!”

“Who's?! Scream it to the world! Let the neighbors hear you!”

“I'm daddy's !!!”

Suho ed roughly after he heard the words come from his baby's mouth,“That's right you are!”

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