Stanley x Narrator smuts

Breathing?~

Note: This story takes place in the bucket apartment ending.
CW: heavy breath play, fainting, consensual sleep sex.
Enjoy~
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Stanley pinned Narrator to the couch. "Hey sexy~" he whispered. "Y-You're embarrassing..." Narrator covered his red face. He was flustered from being called sexy.

"Aww~ how about this?~" he covered Narrator's mouth. He then used his other hand to pinch his nose so he couldn't breathe. After a minute he started fighting. Stanley let go had rubbed his head. Narrator gasped and coughed. His lungs burned as he inhaled.

He blushed and hid his face. "Did that feel good?" He gave a gentle squeeze to his thigh. Narrator lightly gasped and felt his heart race as Stanley toyed with him. He whimpered and gently started to grind his hips towards Stanley's hand. "Good boy~ keep going~" he let Narrator grind against his warm palm.

"Do you want me to do it again?" He tightly held his thigh. Narrator nodded and leaned against Stanley.

Stanley took Narrator to the bed and held his neck. He pulled him close and stripped them both. "Ready?" He gave a gentle rub to his neck. "Mhm, I'll pat your leg when I need air." Narrator confirmed. "And I-if I faint, you can do whatever." He was nervous yet super excited.

Stanley held him close before squeezing his neck. He could feel Narrator's heart racing as he restrained him from breathing. He watched as Narrator's cock twitched. "Good boy~" he praised. Narrator gave a pat to his leg and Stanley let go. The Narrator gasped and coughed. He sighed as he caught his breath. "You can't cum yet." He gently rubbed his tip. Narrator arched his back and whined. "It's sensitive~" he gasped.

Stanley covered Narrator's mouth and held his nose as he cut off his breathing again. He pushed on his chest to force the air out of his lungs. He watched as Narrator kicked and tried to breathe. "Do you want to stop?" He asked. Narrator shook his head.

Stanley trusted The Narrator. Narrator's thighs were trembling as he got close. "You can cum." Stanley held him still. Before Narrator could cum, he fainted. Stanley let go and made sure he started to breathe.

"You're gonna wake up cumming~" he held him close, put lube on his cock and pushed inside him. He thrusted slow but went rough. After a few thrusts to Narrator's g-spot, he opened his eyes. The color returned to his face. He blinked and groaned. He looked down and saw Stanley fucking him. "Ohhhhhh~ fuck~" he moaned. Stanley folded his legs up and held his thighs. "You poor thing~ is your cock aching?~" he teased.

"Mmmmh~ Stanley please~ I wanna cum~" he groaned. "This may help~" he slowly jerked him off. He was gentle and it felt amazing.

"I-I'm gonna- Stanley I'm gonna~" he gasped. "I'm cumming!" He gasped. No matter how much he pushed and tried, he couldn't cum but it felt like he was on the edge. "Why can't I cum?!" He whined. "Aww~" Stanley bottomed out and pushed against his g-spot and filled his soft ass.

"You can cum~ please do~" Stanley jerked him off more. Narrator almost cried from frustration. He kicked and whined. He pulled back a bit to give up but Stanley thrusted hard into his g-spot, he suddenly shot cum all over himself. He was cumming for three minutes straight. "AHH!~ STANLEY!!~" he screamed.

"I CAN'T STOP!" He gasped as he wiggled around. Soon he calmed down and sighed. Stanley licked his tip to get the cum off. "S-Stanley~ it's sensitive~" he leaked only a drop of cum. He couldn't cum more even if he tried. "Good boy, you came so much~ maybe I should choke you more~" Stanley rubbed his head.

Stanley gave him the best aftercare. He massaged the bruises on his neck and made sure he felt nice.