Stanley x Narrator smuts

Hormones~

Note: This story is NSFW. It takes place inside the Parable.
Based on a few Twitter posts.
CW: unwanted pleasure/refusal to end sex
Enjoy~
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The Narrator had just discovered that hormones can be a bitch. He was walking with Stanley and Stanley leaned over and gave a kiss to his cheek. "!?" Narrator jumped.

"Cute." Stanley chuckled. "I-I'm not cute!" He protested. After a few minutes when Stanley left and Narrator was on his own. He stopped, gasped and covered his mouth with one hand and his crotch with the other. He whimpered as he got hard out of nowhere. "No no no no" he muttered. "It's twitching.. I can feel it.. oh god.." he thought as he panicked. He tried to ignore it.

He went and laid down in his office. He spoiled himself by putting a comfortable couch in there. It was a bit cluttered. He loved to spoil himself.

He whimpered and whined as he couldn't make the hard on go away. He whined like a sad puppy as he hugged a pillow. "Screw it." He basically tore his pants and boxers off with how fast he took them off. He hugged the pillow as he jerked off fast. He moaned into the pillow, desperately trying to be quiet.

"Ffffff-fuck~" he gasped. He looked down and saw that he was already leaking pre-cum. "I-I can't~" he gasped. After a few more minutes he whimpered from not being able to cum. He wrapped his tail around his cock and jerked off with both of his sensitive spots.

It went on for a few more minutes as Narrator tried to stay still but the pleasure was so intense. It was basically torture.

Stanley knocked but Narrator was too focused that he couldn't hear the door open. His eyes were tightly shut as he whined.

Stanley blushed and quickly closed the door. He walked beside Narrator and before he could say anything, Narrator arched his back and came all over himself. Or he thought it was only himself. He was panting as he opened his eyes.

He looked up and saw that Stanley had cum on his face. He wiped some off and laughed. The Narrator was too embarrassed to even say a word. Stanley moved Narrator's hand and tail. He jerked him off but slowly. "There you go~ nice and slow~" he whispered. "N-No! S-S-Stanley stop! Please!" He begged. "Why should I?~" he chuckled. "I-It's too much! Please!" He tried to push Stanley's hands off.

"AHH!~ STANLEY!" He begged. Stanley refused to stop. "Stop wiggling~" Stanley kissed Narrator's trembling lips. Tears ran down his red face as he struggled to speak. He cried as Stanley tortured him. "No baby~ I'm not gonna stop until you cum for me~" he whispered.

Narrator was basically crying by now as he kept trying to get away. "I-I can't.." he hiccuped. He tensed up and came on Stanley's hand a face. He was just a bit too close. "Good boy~" he let go and pulled him into a hug. "Come here.." he whispered to comfort him. "Shhhhh.. you're okay.." he rubbed his head. "Shhhh.." Stanley comforted Narrator until he calmed down.

Stanley laid down and held Narrator close. "Feel better?" He chuckled. Narry growled like a pissed off cat and bit Stanley on the chin. "H-Hey! Bad boy!" He spanked him. Narry let go and had almost broke skin. "Brat." He degraded. "You're fine." He teased. He looked down and saw Narry nuzzled in the crook of his neck and snuggled up to stay warm. His tail hid between his legs as he slept. "There you go..." he whispered.