Stanley x Narrator smuts

Stickers~

Note: This story is NSFW. It takes place inside the Parable.
Stanley is male (I think I like it more when Stanley is male)
CW: dry humping, orgasm denial
Enjoy~
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Stanley was given a sticker book my The Curator since he was feeling down lately..

Stanley walked around, putting stickers around the Parable. "Narry?" He looked around. After a while he sighed and sat down in defeat. He teared up and sniffed as he started to cry.. he couldn't find Narry anywhere in the Parable.. was he out of bounds? Did he get lost in an ending? Was he hiding from him? He didn't know..

The Curator walked over and sat down. "What's wrong sweetheart?" She frowned. "I want Narry but I can't find him anywhere.. I've looked all over the Parable.." he hiccuped. "I can go look for him if you want. Would that make you feel better?" She rubbed his back. "Mhm.." The Curator stood up and picked Stanley up. "?!" Stanley jumped. "I got you." She whispered. Stanley hugged the sticker book so he wouldn't drop it.

They went to look for Narry. Soon The Curator saw him sleeping in the bottom of the mind control facility. "There he is baby." She whispered. Narry had the bucket so it'd trigger that bucket ending. The couch was there and he had a blanket. "Here you go." She gently picked Narry up. "Lay down so he can lay on you." She kept her voice low. Narry whimpered in his sleep as his tail curled around The Curator's arm. She found it cute that The Narrator loved the Adventure Line™️ so much he made it into a tail.

Stanley laid down on the couch and held his arms out as The Curator gently laid Narry on Stanley. She rested his head on Stanley's shoulder. She put the blanket on them as his tail unwrapped on her arm and wrapped around Stanley's leg. "I'll be in the museum if you need me." She whispered. She snapped her fingers and teleported away.

After an hour, Narry woke up and looked up at Stanley. "How'd you find me?" He whispered. "Carry helped me." Stanley chuckled. "Why down here?" "I wanted somewhere quiet.. a-and somewhere to masterbate." He awkwardly looked away. The thought of masterbating again made Narry whimper. "What's wrong?" Stanley rubbed his back. It was always a sweet spot. He pulled up his sweater and rubbed his back. "How is your back always cold?" He chuckled. "I have no idea." He softly gasped as he felt Stanley's hot hand glide against his back.

"Mmm~ more~" he begged. He sighed and leaned his head on Stanley's shoulder. "Does it feel nice?" "Mhm.." he hummed back.

Stanley jolted a bit when he felt Narry dry humping his crotch. "Oh?" Stanley looked down. "How about you grind instead?" He gave a pat to his back. "N-No~" he pushed forward and kept humping him like a dog. "Mm~ you're making me hard~" Stanley whispered. "Haah~ I-I'm gonna cum~" he lightly gasped. "Oh no you're not~" he moved his hands to Narry's hips and lifted them up, ruining the orgasm. "S-Stanley!" He whined.

Stanley sat up and took The Narrator's pants off and tossed them to the ground. He did the same to his own. He spread his legs and sat Narry up. "Hump me or grind on me~ you choose~ but you have to keep your boxers on~ and you have to tell me when you're going to cum~" he took his sweater off. He ran his hand over his body. He squeezed his hips, making Narry gasp. He scooted closer. "Can you bend your hips a bit up?" He whispered. Stanley nodded and moved his hips upward a bit.

Narry got close and started to lightly grind. "S-Stanley~ you're so hard~" he whispered. "Yeah I am~ I have a cute boy grinding on my hard cock~" he huffed. Narry pushed harder and grinded slower and with pressure. He gasped loudly and held back moans. "Stanley~ it's so much~" he started to hump again. "Good boy~ you're so horny~"

"Stanley~ ffffffuck~ I-I'm gonna~" he gasped. Stanley held his hips back. He saw Narry's cock twitch. "Now you can keep going~" he let go.

Narry went faster this time, desperately trying to cum fast. He moaning getting louder made Stanley know he was close. "H-Hey!" He whined as Stanley held him back. "Y-You're not even moaning! Do you not like this?!" He whined. "I do~ I'm not as loud as you~" he leaned forward and licked his neck.

He let Narry keep humping and grinding. "Please Stanley~ I-I can't take it anymore~" he hiccuped. "Are you getting tired?~ hmm?~" Stanley held his hips again. "Stanley! Stop it!" He whined. Stanley took a sticker and put it on Narry's cheek. "Be a good boy and you'll get more~"

He turned Narry around. "Lean up against me." He whispered. "O-Okay.." he did what he was told. "What's wrong?" "I don't want you to ruin my orgasms anymore.. I don't like it.." he teared up. "Oh baby.. I'll let you cum. I promise." He rubbed his chest. "Okay.."

Stanley took Narry's boxers off and saw how red his tip was. He gently jerked him off. "You're so sensitive~" he whispered. "And leaking pre-cum already?~ I bet you're just aching to cum~" he sweet talked him.

Narry moaned softly as he held Stanley's other hand. "Such a tight grip~" he praised. He saw Narry's thighs starting to tremble. He stopped a bit and then started again. "N-No edging!" He whined. "Okay, Okay."

"Ah~ Ahh~ AHH!~ OHH FUCK BABY~ I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM!!~" he gasped. He held Stanley's hand tighter. His cock started throbbing and he covered himself, his stomach and thighs in cum along with Stanley's hand. "Good boy!" He grabbed his sticker book. He licked the cum off of his hand and put more stickers on Narry's body. "Good boy! Such a good boy!" He praised. He saw Narry groan and lean back. "Messy boy~" he kissed him.