/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

"No, not that one," Korone says, ears drooping softly as she can see the small hint of disappointment on your face. Her gaze is drawn to a white dress shirt to your right, and you can see the spark in her eye. "I think this would look great on you!"

Holding the green tee up by the hanger, you look over to the top in question. You furrow your brow, but quickly relent. It's not your style, sure, but...well. Korone likes what Korone likes. Mocking surrender, you hang the shirt - featuring your favorite band, Anon and the Mous - back on to the rack, grabbing the your girlfriend picks out. She slides in to your side, leaning into you and planting a gentle lick on your cheek. You grin sheepishly in response, rubbing the back of your neck with your free hand. Your embarrassment only seems to fuel her delight.

It's been a weird few months with your new girlfriend. The age difference was something you got over fairly quickly, as you're not one to judge, but you feel like things have been progressing rather...fast. Within five months you were already living with her, learning how to cook things you'd never heard of for her, learning to cook IN GENERAL, getting a better sleep schedule, getting more and more into exercise and the like...all because of her. You don't think it's anything worth complaining about, necessarily. You're healthier, you're well rested...and apparently now your sense of style is getting an upgrade, too. Hell, Korone even pulled some strings to get you a job at Cover, and you're flying through the corporate ladder with regards to promotions and the like. Your life is on the up and up, all thanks to her. She's quick to point out little things that could make your life easier...even if it's not exactly to your liking. You don't really feel button ups - or dress shirts, whatever the difference is - that much. Sure, you dress appropriately for the office, but you'd like to at least dress down on the days off... but, if it makes Korone happy with you, you suppose you don't have reason to complain.

Arriving home, Korone wraps her arms around one of yours, tail wagging enthusiastically.

"You've changed so much," she coos, rubbing her face into your shoulder sweetly. "You make me so proud..."
"Jeez, Korone," you flush, reaching over to pet her head. You run her hand over her ears softly, scratching gently at them as you do so. "It's all thanks to you, y'know. You've done a lot for me...helping me be a better person and all. I don't know how I could repay you."

As soon as you say that, Korone stops her head rubbing and shoots you a look.

"Are you taking ideas?" she asks in an almost...sultry voice. Something within you twinges as you nod. "Then...do you wanna come to bed with me?"

She shoots you a grin, cheeks starting to flush as her tail continues to wag. You don't need to be a fucking rocket scientist to pick up on the vibe she's giving off, and you hastily nod in agreement. Taking your hand, Korone takes the lead, bringing you to the bedroom the two of you share. Your heart starts to pound as you barely contain your excitement. You and Korone, despite being a couple for awhile...have yet to have sex. You never pressed it much, as Korone gave you a very good reason; she wanted it to be absolutely perfect. You aren't sure what you've done to deserve this, but Korone leads you forward with so much zeal that you get the impression she absolutely cannot wait. Moving into the bedroom, Korone turns, her face a deep red as she pants, tongue hanging from her mouth. She quickly presses herself into you, pulling you into a deep kiss as she gropes and grasps at you, fondling everything she can get her hands on. Your heart jumps once more as you're caught off guard by Korone's licentious behavior, especially after everything about it being perfect. You had thought it would be something relating to romance. As she continues to take certain...liberties with your body, however, you quickly dismiss the thoughts, getting caught up in the moment.