/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>10435577
Imagine if Kronii's alt outfit had exposed tummy

Alright fuck it. I've begged enough, it's time to write my own.

I Glove Kronii!
>Saturday, sunrise
>your eyes widen when you realize you're still in bed
>you should've been gone long before morning
>the alarm clock was sabotaged, you're sure of it
>vault out of bed, you could still make it
>race to the door, but it's too late
>"Anon?" her voice rings out from behind you
>you freeze, it's too late now
>"Good morning to you too, Anon. You almost left without your coffee."
>you don't dare turn around as she approaches
>you feel a warm mug nudge your hand
>slowly lift it to your lips, not one sip but you're already jittery
>without warning she embraces your torso
>you feel her breath on your neck, smells like a distillery
>nothing good ever comes from Saturday mornings
>"Is it good?" she asks, her face buried in your back
>not one drop has left the mug
>nothing but silence as the hem of your shirt lifts from your abdomen
>you sense her hands snake their way underneath, resting on your obliques
>flinch when you don't feel her dainty, smooth palms on your skin
>it's soft, slippery, sultry...satin
>Kronii's got her gloves on
>...Kronii never leaves her gloves on after work
>why would she...
>...does she know?
>DOES SHE KNOW???
>your mind races as her gloves glide along your abs
>satin fingers trace greedily over every peak and valley
>you're still as a statue as one hand squirrels its way up
>your shirt rolls over your chest, exposing your nipples to a gloved onslaught
>swear you can feel the slightest kisses on your nape
>impossible to know with the sensations rippling from your chest
>her other hand moves over your boxers
>comes to rest on your crotch, it's half risen already
>her index finger teases it the rest of the way
>your manhood strains against the fabric
>you're going crazy, precum stains your boxers
>if only she would-
>as if reading your mind (she can't do that... can she?), she lays her palm flat over your member
>her gloved fingers pry your fly open, exposing your hot shaft to the cool air
>she pauses for just a moment, watching the steam escape from your groin
>she takes in the sounds of your raspy breath, feels your heart pounding out of your chest
>hopefully she didn't hear you gulp just now
>your attempts to stifle your voice fail as you feel her glove begin to rub your shaft
>it starts methodically, the soft fabric creating an addicting, indescribable friction
>your head is still trapped in the boxers, the precum drenching the cloth
>as soon as you're familiar with one sensation she switches techniques
>soon it's a full stroke, satin running roughshod over your shaft
>the gloves have taken full control now, they guide you to the inevitable climax
>"You didn't answer my question, Anon."
>you don't dare break, not now when you're so close
>you're going to defile Kronii's professional duties, all for the sake of a shameless fetish
>her stroking hits its crescendo, she knows you're mere seconds away
>"Hey," she coos, "let me know on the next one, will you?"
>you're right about to spill over the edge, barely interpreting her words as your world fades to black...

>...
>Saturday, sunrise
>your eyes widen when you realize you're still in bed
>you should've been gone long before morning
>Kronii sits at the foot of the bed
>"...g-good morning," you stammer
>"And a good morning to you," she replied. "Care for some coffee?"
>you try to move only to find your arms chained to the bedpost
>a pair of short black gloves is resting on your thighs
>"Hey Anon... you never answered my question."
>...nothing good ever comes from Saturday mornings

END PT 1

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