Stanley x Narrator smuts

Just watch~

Note: This story is NSFW. It takes place in the bucket apartment ending.
This is roughly based on a Twitter post
CW: cum play
Enjoy~
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The Narrator knew that Stanley was asleep because he wasn't feeling good. He got lost in his dirty thoughts and when he popped out of his thoughts he felt a bulge in his slacks. He let out a whimper. He wanted to be with Stanley but he knew he could get sick if he was near him for too long.

He got up from his desk and took a shortcut to the bucket apartment ending. He laid down on the couch and tried to ignore his raging boner. He watched TV as he would occasionally whimper and whine like a sad puppy. "It's too much!" He thought. He pulled his pants and boxers to his knees. He pulled his shirt to bite onto so he could be quiet. He watched his cock twitch and throb. "If I jerk off I'll be too loud."

He wiggled a bit as he felt so pent up and frustrated. "Ah~" he huffed. He thrusted his hips as if he was fucking something. "Why me.." he mumbled. He watched himself leak a bit of cum before it shot out against his stomach. He covered his mouth to muffle his moans. He thrusted his hips more and rocked. "HMMMM!~" he moaned into his hand.

He wiped the cum off of his stomach and saw how much he really did cum. He jerked off with it still on his hand as he had his other hand still on his mouth.

He came again and he got on his knees and fingered himself with the cum on his fingers. "It's like he's fucking me" he thought as he shivered. He came once more and sighed. He pulled his fingers out and caught his breath. He went to shower.

He set his glasses aside and scrubbed his hair and body. He heard footsteps and looked out the certain. He couldn't see much because he didn't have his glasses on.

Stanley saw Narrator and smiled sleepily. "You suck at staying quiet. I could hear you." He chuckled, his nose stuffy. "A-Are you feeling better?" He tried to change the subject. "A little bit. But don't you dare change the subject. You also left cum on the couch." He poked his nose. "Staaaanley I don't wanna get sick." He whined.

Stanley tapped the tip of Narrator's cock and it made him slightly jump and whimper. "I just checked my temperature. I'm not even sick. Just allergies." He chuckled and gently jerked him off. "C-Can I finish showering?" He shivered. "Yeah yeah." Stanley chuckled.

After Narrator got done and dried off, he put his glasses back on. "Come on sexy, to the bed~" Stanley spanked Narrator.

Stanley stripped down and caressed Narrator's sides and his hips. "You're so soft~" Stanley whispered. He put lube on his cock and slowly pushed into The Narrator's ass, going slow to tease him. The Narrator couldn't stop moaning as he felt the heat build up. "Stanley~ go deeper please~" he begged through gasps. "Don't cum." Stanley pushed deeper and hit Narrator's G-Spot. "FUCK!" He gasped. He was basically folded in half with Stanley holding his legs above his head.

"Ugh my back.." he grunted. Stanley started to jerk him off fast. Narrator arched his back and gasped. He leaked pre-cum as he could barely keep a breath from moaning so much. "C-Can I cum?!" He gasped. "Yes you can~ cum with me Narry~" he pushed deep and came inside him. Filling him up Stanley looked up and saw that Narrator came so hard it went on his face.

"A little help?" Narrator looked up. His glasses were the only thing keeping the cum from getting in his eye. Stanley cleaned him off and they got into some clothes. Narrator got in a soft and fuzzy robe and Stanley wore a big baggy shirt. They snuggled and did fall asleep from being exhausted from sex.