Pop! (Patreon)

Your partner's started chewing gum recently, and each bubble they pop seems to do something, though you can't tell what.

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You blinked. Your partner smirked at you, poking their bubble gum back into their mouth. “What’s wrong, babe? You dozed off for a second there. Come on, we were talking about going to see your folks this weekend.”

W-were you? You were struggling to remember.

Pop!

Something was different, but you couldn’t tell what, until the fan on the table swung to face you again, and you felt cool breeze on your skin. Why were you naked? Why were you turned on? Your partner was still smiling, chewing their gum. “Something wrong babe?” They asked.

Pop!

Your point of view had changed. You were kneeling, looking up at your partner as they stood over you, also naked. The sight of their sex was a beacon to your mind, calling you to worship.

Pop!

You couldn’t stop licking. You had to keep pleasing. It was all that mattered.

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Their moans sounded so good in your ears. You were their toy, their plaything. Theirs.

Pop!

More. You needed more. You craved more. This. All the time. No thoughts but their pleasure.

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“H-hey, babe, are you okay?” You partner was looking at you, concerned, as they chewed their gum. You had a familiar taste on your mouth, you weren’t certain where it had come from. You met their gaze, and your partner smirked. “Your mind keeps popping, babe. No idea why.”

Pop!