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sminiac · 16 days

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⋆ Sub!Kim Minjae + Fem!Dom!Reader

Warnings — 18+, Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Pictures taken during sex, slight humiliation, Unprotected Sex, Established Relationship, Needy pathetic Minjae.

“I love you babe, but there’s no way in hell I’d let you see me like that.”

It wasn’t that Minjae was scared of submitting to you, he knows you’re very much capable of taking care of him… but at what cost? What you were asking of him was drastically different from simply spooning soup into his mouth and making sure to register medicine to him every few hours, and he’s fine with admitting that his ego is much too large to allow him to endure such a humiliating act with a clear conscience, especially to the degree you’d spoken so whimsically about.

Your voice was hesitant and light as you relayed your recent fantasy that was much too tempting to keep to yourself, only for your loving boyfriend to immediately shoot down your idea with a stupid empathic smile on his face laced to the reply you couldn’t help but take personally.

You quickly assumed that the additional stomach churning expression was parallel to the disrelish he felt regarding the role, but he didn’t even completely know himself why his first instinct was to say no, there was no plausible excuse, you just made him nervous and he short-circuited, and the long pause of silence scared him away from the apology he was going to make. On the other hand it made you feel stupid for a period of time, to ask something so foolish, you should’ve known he wouldn’t want to, Minjae’s the caretaker you had to remind yourself, not the one being taken care of.

Even though you failed the first time around in getting what you wanted you aren’t going to force him into a space that he’d never naturally shoulder, overstepping boundaries left a sour taste in your mouth as it should anyone’s, In fact you’re completely fine with him denying you, it’s just the way he did it that upset you. Minjae could’ve been way more gracious of your feelings and their fragility, yes, that’s one thing you were now sure of after some deep contemplation and going through a multitude of reruns over the interaction, it’s also why you’re giving him the not-so-subtle cold shoulder, and not because he doesn’t want to be whimpering and crying beneath you.

So, in hopes of getting back at him you created a plan. Sure you could’ve very well chosen to be civil adults about it, but where’s the fun in that? You wanted to see him begging after all- a complete and utter sobbing mess, crawling and pleading on his hands and knees if he has to just to feel the snug suction of your cunt around him again, this was just going to be a helpful nudge into that direction, an authentic, voluntary direction.

Minjae likes having a routine, he could deal flawlessly with uncertainties of course but sticking to a schedule and knowing what to expect kept him feeling confident and assured of his abilities. Even though he’s already very familiar with your established habits, your loved and your necessaries, your sex life was never made to be mundane or too vanilla due to familiarity of one another’s functions, it’s usual for him to come home after a long day with his weekend mindset starting to creep up on him, seeking intimacy with you to make up for the lack of it during his busier days.

He smiles lazily upon seeing you already laid out comfortably with your back facing him, unknowing of his presence from your side of his bed. It throws him off a little seeing your bare legs and only a thin silk robe covering the rest of you up, but fuck is it ever a guilty pleasure of his seeing you like this, even so, he can’t help but wonder if anyone else just so happened to catch a peek at you considering his door was wide open when he arrived, he doesn’t want to think so lowly of his members, or really think about them at all- not when he’s come back to you like this, pent up and eager to strip you of that damn robe, he knows you probably don’t have much- or even anything under it, he only hurries more when slipping off any of his accessories that will only get in the way.

“Hi princess,” he mutters, effortlessly slipping into the tone of voice that always has your thighs pressing into each other. Minjae mirrors your position, pushing himself close to your behind, an arm keeping him propped so he has a view of the side of your face, his free hand dragging ticklish and slow from your knee up. “you waiting for me?” He asks, thinking he already knows the answer- that you’ll spread your legs for him and move to lay on your back so his fingers can easily move to your pussy the way they always do.

But he only manages to get so close before he can’t move any further.

Any other day you’d take whatever he has to offer you whenever, his good girl, but today his advance is cut short immediately when he notices you don’t react to his touch in the slightest.

He frowns with concern, his hand retreating to rest on your stomach for good measure, he doesn’t want you to think you owe him anything, even if the two of you haven’t skipped sex any chance you had at it for anything. He urges you to turn towards him at the very least, a vulnerable warmth replacing the amorous infection on his tongue. “What is it honey?” He asks, busying himself by brushing your hair back with featherlight touches, he knows how long it takes for you to let up whenever somethings weighing heavily on your mind, so he’s willing to wait.

You play along to the tone he’s set in place, acting like the mood he senses is authentic and not in fact fabricated for your own benefit.

“Don’t want to Minjae, today was long enough.”

Oh. Okay. “Minjae”, “enough”

No he gets it, you’re just stressed, or.. sad? That’s why you aren’t calling him something from your long list of pet names, that’s okay! But still, ‘long enough’…? Were those two words completely necessary in order to get your point across?

Minjae nods silently at your side, his attention slowly diverting, inwardly he does his best to hold himself back from taking the lack of reciprocation directly to heart, but you’ve never brushed him off like this before, especially so frigidly.

He chooses to digress from what he was already so head deep into, trying to shift in a way that wouldn’t expose his hard on, there’s this wash of shame he feels knowing how turned on he is, or has been since the second he unlocked the front door, his mind already racing picturing you in here waiting for him so pretty and patient, already having a good idea of how things would’ve played out.

His teeth catch at his bottom lip, mentally trying to conjure up an excuse that’ll get him out of here clean and swift without exposing his true intentions.

You’re all to smart for this, you know him too well to actually think that he’s just going to take a ‘quick shower’ because of how gross he feels from being out in public, Minjae’s the type to get you in his clutches whenever he has the opportunity, he doesn’t care about cleanliness or convenience, all he cares about is his dick not being hard for any longer than it has to be.

You look over your shoulder as he picks out more comfortable lounge clothes, trying to abate a small smile from appearing as you try to convince him, “Stay with me, Min’, please, don’t wanna’ be alone.” with the best sad pout that screams pity me you can muster.

It cracks at him, but only so much that he agrees “Just for a little” and then he really has to go shower, during his forced stillness you rant to him about your oh-so horrible day using fake names and nonexistent events that are secretly just a reiteration of exactly what he did and how he treated you. Being the good boyfriend he is, Minjae croons about his agreement with your side of the story, validates you, kisses your head gently, tells you he would’ve done what you asked without batting an eye, reassures you that you aren’t overreacting or too sensitive all while unknowingly proving himself to be wrong in the real situation.

He struggles getting through his sentences with the bump of your ass directly against his crotch but he perseveres, he isn’t flawless or slick about it, but he does his best to ignore the throb that’s prompted by your every move.

Subconsciously he rubs at your body as you speak, getting a little too lost in his head that at some points during your tangent he completely zones out and doesn’t hear a thing, all he’s focused on is feeling your soft skin filling out his hand, slowly he inches back the lining of your robe with the tips of his fingers, it sits loosely wrapped across your chest now caused by your movement, but he only gets so far before you reach out to hold his hand.

There’s a swell of pride in your chest when he abruptly gets up from his place on the bed, saying that he really needs to wash out the gel in his hair because it’s starting to give him a headache and he can’t focus with an irritating aching sensation going on. You laugh to yourself when he fully exits the room knowing there was an aching sensation alright, but it wasn’t in the head on his shoulders, that’s for sure.

Day 2

You’re holding out quite well. Nothing dramatic has been attempted, but Minjae did wake up to a cold bed and no good morning peck on the lips like he usually would, and dare he forget to mention morning wood. It isn’t the most uncommon occurrence, for Minjae- or guys in general, the only difference here was the fact that he always had someone to take care of him before he even had the chance to realize he was hard, today though he was only met with more misfortune.

He tried to sleep it off, but that only resulted in him restlessly tossing and turning with such an uncomfortable feeling for what felt like hours.

Jerking off with you watching or even knowing made his lips purse until they were sore from his teeth digging into the soft internal tissue, a few rough shakes of his head to rid of the painted image. He’s never wished to be able to get off without your help, and the fact that he can’t would have never struck him as something that would be objectively deemed as a shortcoming, at least not in Minjae-world, but in a sleazy douchebag asshole-of-a-boyfriend’s world? Yeah, probably. Albeit out of all times only right now does he think that it sure would be nice to have the ability to make himself cum with the effort of his own hand.

The pictures he has pulled up of you from his private folder only bring him so close, the small spark of his orgasm only burns so hot before inevitably fizzling out again, leaving him stagnant, frustrated.

Day 3

He’s really starting to lose it now. During work hours he’d usually receive a handful of texts from you regarding your plans, if you’ve eaten, if you’ll be gone when he gets back, but today it was silent. The only thing keeping him going was the small flicker of hope he had when leaving the dorm that today was the day things would return back to normal, and how this pitiful idea struck him? You have no idea, you gave him absolutely nothing to feed into this delusional narrative, he just seems to have an exceptionally optimistic outlook today.

He half-expected you to be home when he got back, but all he returned to was silence and a few random articles of your clothing strewn across your shared bed. He sent you a quick message asking where you are, all he received back was a shallow explanation of “Clubbing.” Which is fine, I mean it’s not like he was counting on getting his dick wet tonight or anything. Besides, wasn’t it one of your girlfriend’s birthday recently? Perhaps it was a last minute plan you suddenly decided to take part in. Again, he didn’t want to think too much of it, until the obscure pictures and unsteady videos of you posted to your instagram story whilst being posted up with another guy came into view, from what he could see the guy doesn’t look familiar in the slightest, and how close he is to you makes his face warmer and warmer whenever he clicks back to re-watch it again.

The night ended in more silence than the last, this time he didn’t even try to understand why you’re acting the way you are. He doesn’t know what kind of coping mechanism dancing so closely with another guy that isn’t your boyfriend is, but he chooses to not bring it up, instead he gets you cold water, wipes off your makeup for you and forces you to wash your face before crashing out.

No matter how much you ignored him, or upset him, he still didn’t forget to say “I love you.” Before falling asleep alone on his side of the bed, curling into himself to try and imitate the warmth and security your body provided him with.

Day 4

The calm before the storm. He remained just at a distance from you for the whole day, within arms reach but still far enough that it didn’t allow him to initiate any sort of conversation more than a “I love you” or “Have a good day baby” and truthfully, it was starting to catch up to you too.

The thought of his sad face made your chest ache, the image of him crying, the way all the muscles in his face are as equally affected by the emotion as his heart is. God, this is awful, what’s even worse is the burning streak of arousal lighting up your lower stomach.

It’s sickening, or at least it should be, the thought of your lover crying, overtaken by his overbearing tears and his struggled breaths after every audible sob, how fragile and small he’s felt in your arms when seeking for a comfort only you could offer.

The reminiscing of your boy suddenly reminds you of the picture taken on the small digital camera you carry around in your bag that stores a plethora of pictures starring Minjae, there’s a specific image kept there of him mid-cry sesh, a thing the two of you seem to have a lot together. In the captured memory your hand gently cups the side of his face, his lips pouty and flushed a deeper shade of pink than usual with thick clumps of tears actively pouring down his face, making his glassy eyes red and incredibly sad looking.

At the time it was only taken as a joke, something the two of you could look back on when you’re years ahead of now and remember ‘oh yeah, we used to do that’ but now, it served for a completely new purpose.

His expression was obviously exaggerated for laughs at the time, but fuck did he still look so pretty like that. You don’t dare to touch yourself, something about it felt off. Is that contradictory? Completely, but you’re going to have him crying in front of you in real time, why ruin it now when you’re so close succeeding.

Day 5

The last day. You knew you were finished with your scheme before your succession even came to light, Minjae was never good about being subtle.

He didn’t waste time when heading straight into your arms as soon as he swung open the door, his head hung low as he forces them apart with his hands, wide enough for him to slip into. “Hold me,” he whispers, scared of speaking too loudly or he knows the tears will snap and he won’t be able to stop them. “just hold me please..”

Once he’s got you crushed into his embrace your arms stay still for a second, and then they drop limply to your sides, and then the warmth he feels behind his eyes slowly comes slipping out.

He hugs himself tighter to you, facing away from you at first his head rests on your shoulder, just needing to get a real feel of you again.

It’s inevitable, you can almost count down the seconds until his voice unwillingly leaves him in choked sobs. Minjae quickly turns back towards you to try and catch at his voice, muffling himself down in your shirt, he doesn’t even have the mind to be embarrassed by how loud he is, he’s just so, so sad. It doesn’t take long before you can feel the wet patches soak through to your skin, that’s when he finally feels like he exists to you again because your hand moves to rest on his back, feeling the way he pulses and shakes with his cries, slowly easing into small circles that only makes the emotions he’s succumbed to more intense.

There’s only two things on your mind.

1: You need to see his face. Need to wipe away his never ending stream of tears and remind him of how pretty he is, so pathetic and docile under your care. 2: The camera is placed conveniently, it’s just where you need it to be for easy access.

“My sweet boy,” you coo, your other hand joining at the back of his body, slipping into the nape of his hair. “I’m sorry. Was being mean to you, too mean.”

You try to coax him back, but his body’s heavy against yours, it feels as if almost all of his weight is sinking onto you.

“C’mere, let’s lay down hm?” You offer, and it gets him moving.

Minjae slowly pulls back from you, his arms loosening and instead moving to his eyes in a gentle attempt to clear away his blurry vision. It’s cute the way he moves, unsteady on his feet, hiccuping through his swollen lips as he rubs, they always did look pretty when he was finished crying, you never managed to clock exactly why you thought that before now.

He manages to calm himself down within seconds, it’s close to being instant, but no matter, he’s already so worked up you don’t doubt the crying will resume anytime soon.

You guide him into his room, a subtle warm embrace keeps the vicinity of the space lit up just enough for it to not be too harsh on his eyes that you already know are feeling sensitive, his hands leave his face, blinking away the uncomfortable feeling.

You’re light on your feet when helping him into bed, a tender jump of his chest strikes with every few uneasy breaths as you lay him back, your arm hooking just under his neck to keep you close to his side, the closest he’s had you in the last few days.

“You’re okay, no more now honey.” You soothe.

He’s on his back, idly studying your face before the small twitch of his lips catches your eye. He’s crying, once again, and you’ve barely done a thing. The tears are warm, the last round of them sticky on his skin, creating a friction against his as you rub the fresh ones away. It stings, but his eyes still remain open and focused on only you without any complaints of the sensitive skin.

“Please,” he mutters airily, even through saliva coating thickly in his mouth he sounds so pretty. “want a kiss. I jus’ want you to kiss me.” He fists at the front of your shirt, desperately trying to be delicate about pulling you closer to him while also using enough force to move you.

You smile before dipping down to reach his lips, it’s one he can’t read, not when he locks onto yours as soon as the contact is made, they’re a little dry but soft, warm, he’s like hot coffee in a cold morning, comforting, a sense of equanimity. You let him melt into the kiss, the same feeling he was starting to forget the vividness of spirals, invades his insides whole, he tries to put a stop to his crying, he really does, but the pensive intrusion of sadness finds its itself all the way down to his throat, and it’s much too strong, much too stubborn to swallow back.

The more your lips move, the more wet his become from the mix of saliva finding its way out.

The faster the pace becomes, the harder he kisses you.

His hand weakens, it relaxes and moves to rest on your shoulder, waiting until he can feel the soft lick of your tongue trying to make its way past his lips before his hand starts dragging down to your wrist. He takes his time, focusing more on the way you alternate between sucking his bottom lip, biting it, kissing him again and then taking his tongue into your mouth.

The way you suck on the pink muscle never fails to make his cock twitch, it’s ridiculously lewd, intimate, in some cases people surely view it as downright disgusting, but he’s different, completely, it imitates the way you take his cock into your mouth, you have the same look on your face, one he can’t allow himself to miss.

A soft groan evades his mouth whilst he peeks out through his damp lashes, feeling the way you suck at it, play with it using your own tongue is so distinct even when his eyes are fully closed, it’s a different feeling compared to when his fingers are taken between your lips, they aren’t as sensitive he finds, he’s far more stimulated when you do this.

Reaching your wrist his fingers grip securely around it, pulling you towards his crotch, he teases himself by purposefully dragging the tips of them lightly along his thigh, your nails scratching at him through the denim makes him shiver at the ticklish feeling.

It’s not hard for you to find his erection, the subconscious drive of his hips towards you always made it easy anyways.

Minjae sucks at holding out, it’s kind of the reason why the whole ‘submitting to you’ idea initially came about.

As soon as you’re palming at him his hand retreats, “Can, ca— fuck,” he huffs, annoyed with himself, the fact that he’s already hard takes away from any coherent train of thought. “ride it, please, wan’ you to ride me.” His hips grind up into the air, giving life to the desperation you’re starting to see split from his grasp.

You move as he asks, throwing your leg to the opposite side of him and settling into his lap, he tries to shuffle himself forward so you’re seated directly where he needs you, but he stiffens up, watching with confusion as you bend off to the side of him, grabbing at something he’s told to not “worry about”.

Your chest is in full view, he can already make out the outline of your nipples poking through the t-shirt. His hands move without any hesitation as they slip under the shirt, feeling at every inch of you until he’s got his hands pushing up the fabric, revealing your chest to him fully. You take your time retrieving the digital camera, letting him enjoy himself as he gently pokes small wet kisses across the soft flesh, his tongue is hesitant when it pokes out, the pointed tip of it strained, stiff as he experimentally licks at you.

He does it so gently you can barely feel him, only the cool air rushing against you from the spots of saliva he leaves behind.

Your posture straightens out as you quickly bring it behind your back so he doesn’t have the chance to catch a glimpse of the small silver object, the way you go about tending to his requests is different he notes, he’s different. Your fingers skim through his hair, Minjae considers that maybe you’ve had his return to you already well thought out, and fortunately the idea is merely heeded but it’s not dissected, all his scattered brain knows is that It’s not everyday you lounge around the dorm with only a shirt of his on that struggles to cover your ass even when your shoulders are relaxed and a pair of panties that contrast in colour to really draw eyes if anyone but him were to see.

The longer you allow him to keep licking and sucking at your breasts, the more bold his actions become.

“Feels good.” you sigh, hips widening out, allowing you to run your pussy against his covered cock as his tongue slackens against you, running wet and ticklish around your nipple before he takes it in between his lips. As his mouth encloses around the sensitive bud he sucks the air back into his mouth, creating a suction that’ll make it easier for his tongue to flick against your nipple without having to distance his skin from yours.

An empty hand of yours pushes back his white hair away from his eyes to see the small spots of tears highlighting his skin, they don’t fall as fast or irritate his eyes all that much, but there’s enough for you to want to snap a picture.

Your hand readjusts to hold more of his hair back, asking: “It’s okay if I take a picture Min’? You look so good, all pretty and pouty for me.” As you bring the camera around, already turned on and ready to be used, all you had to do was get the angle.

Minjae thinks about it for a second, his tongue slowing out to leisure circles and sucks, the two of you have taken pictures like this before, there was no difference to this.

He nods, a small “Mmhm.” As he adjusts your shirt so it doesn’t cover up his face. Elated, you hold the camera high enough that only your chest and Minjae’s head can be seen, like a photoshoot almost he gets into the zone. His eyes flutter shut as he continues moving his mouth against your breast, even tipping it to the side so you can see the side skin of his cheek pulled tight, the small beep goes off along with a bright flash that makes him frown.

He doesn’t care to look, he isn’t worried if he looks good or if the angles flattering, all he cares about is his two fingers slipping under the band of your panties.

As you study the picture closely you can make out the faint wetness across his cheeks, and the red skin around both his eyes, his nose, your arousal only thickens in abundance having him the way you’ve been fantasizing about. Your body’s reaction to his hand drawing so close to your pussy is something you don’t have a say over, it happens faster than you can think of- lifting yourself for enough space that allows him to slip between your folds, his middle finger finds your clit flawlessly, it’s like second nature at this point.

Minjae can never resist from taking a moment to appreciate how warm you are for him, how buttery your slick feels coating you from inside out. “Fuck,” you gasp, your hand flying to his shoulder as the tip of his middle finger easily sinks inside of you. “can’t wait baby, need you all the way.”

Unlike most days he has you like this— impatient and yearning for the attention of his hands— he’d choose to take his time working you open, but the way you touch him right now, rewarding him with kind words and the affection he’s been deprived of selfishly he needs more, as much of it as you have to offer. His ring finger matches the stroke of his middle and pump right back into you with a more filling sensation, Minjae’s fingers aren’t the longest, but he still manages to nudge at a spot inside of you that has you lurching over him.

His pacing is timely, but the more hasty your breaths come the faster he’s fucking his fingers into.

He’s seen the way people have described the feeling of being inside of a woman, but it was always with their dicks. This, this is much different. When he has his fingers pumping into you he has the capacity to fully perceive the way you feel because he’s not on the receiving side of things. It’s soft, you’re soft, it’s a feeling he’s never felt before, one that’s impossible to replicate, but if he were asked then maybe he’d give the answer of the inside of your mouth, but even that wouldn’t fully amount to the truth. You’re soft in an addicting all to indulgent sense, you feel as something he should never have the right to touch, but you allow him to anyway.

Your hips start meeting in time with the short snap of his wrist, your slick sliding down his fingers, collecting between the webbing. “Pace— keep it, just like that!” You muster, lips tender with an inflection to your voice that’s clear with every bounce of your body.

His forearm starts to burn past a point of easy endurance, but he doesn’t stop, his motions don’t slow, pace unceasing until you’re bringing a finger to your clit, only losing yourself to a point where your body shudders violently, your mouth pulled open and then you pull yourself off of his hand.

“Can’t.. need your cock Minjae, hate you, but need it.”

You don’t have to repeat yourself, even if you had to he wouldn’t have given you enough time to fully get it out before he’s releasing his cock from it’s suffering restraint and the sultry sound of your voice. “hate you, but need it” God. Hate you, hate you, hate you. “Don’t just, please I need you to— f-fuck…” You’re wet, entirely, completely wet, even more than before, but it’s not from the work of your own body.

He’s not even inside of you, how upsetting that his load is already covering your skin.

You don’t waste a second bringing yourself over his dick, again and again, covering him in his own cum before your fingers gently nudge at the sensitive tip to where he can fit inside. It twitches, the sound of his pitchy whimpers don’t quite fully make it to your ears until you’ve sunken all the way down onto him.

His orgasm still hasn’t fully subsided while he’s dumbly trying to hold at your hips so he doesn’t continue looking like a helpless ragdoll below you, but the swallow of your pussy, the sounds of it, the feeling of his cum sticky against the top of his thighs has him absolutely helpless.

“Please, plea… huh— oh my god, ohmygod!”

He sucks in air through his teeth, head tipped back trying to maintain what little stability he has.

He feels good, it’s a pleasant sort of sting that slithers along his nerves, both the pain and the pleasure balance each other out— he’s losing it to the point of any intense embarrassing flurries in his chest being melted with the warm slap of your skin against his, or maybe it’s just you yourself that has him considering if he were to ever be fucked like this again, mean and demanding, that he’d do nothing but enjoy it to the fullest extent.

You clench at tightly at the camera hearing the struggled garbles coming from his mouth, he doesn’t even have the mind to keep a control of the noises he makes he’s so fucked out. Only half words of “Pl—phh, plea…” are slobbered out, a triumphant smile on your face appears seeing a fresh set of warm tears slipping fast down his cheeks due to how thick they are.

You level your shot, only slowing down by the smallest amount to snap a picture of the embarrassing state you’ve knocked him into.

“You gonna cum Min’?” Another picture.

“For what? The second time already? And you haven’t even made me finish yet.” And another

“Always only thinking about yourself.” And again, another.

His heads heavy, he barely has the energy to shake it, to disagree with you, but he knows that you’re right, and maybe, he likes that you are.

You toss the camera to the side, adjusting yourself with a new overwhelming sense of confidence added to everything you do, every move you make, pushing his shoulders back with a force that sends him back against the mattress you return back to the brutal pace, finally having the mindset to now focus on making yourself feel good rather than proving your point. You can tell it was proven, as soon as the flash first went off you knew you had won, and there was no way Minjae could ever deny it no matter how badly he previously wanted to.

“Hurts, baby, hurts really good!” He pants, hips driving repeatedly up into yours with an unbroken focus on meeting not only his end again that’s starting to creep up, but yours. His cocks red and covered in you, he catches quick glimpses of it with every desperate thrust and it only helps melt down his second orgasm of the night. “Wanna… wanna cum, please- tell me I can cum.”

He expects you to deny him, to call him a slur and make fun of him, but you only nod, coaxing him into it: “Inside Min’.”

Whimpering an “Mhm, mhm!” He shuts his eyes, warm liquid running down the sides of his face, hoping to feel the familiar sign of your own orgasm close behind his, but as he settles back down from the high, earthly untether of his body he realizes you’re still upright, you’re unmoving, but not slumped over top of him like you usually are.

“You— you, didn’t? I didn’t make you?”

“You’re funny thinking I’d let this be over so quickly, I still have some storage left here, shouldn’t I put it to use?”

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