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Another laborious day had passed and you finally arrived home, with your heavy steps carrying you inside your house. You swear today’s shenanigans had worn you out badly, your legs, shoulders, all your muscles ached. You wanted nothing else to do but to just crash in bed and call it a day.
But there he was, waiting for you to come home.
“How was your day, toots?” Stan greets you, noticing the fatigue in your eyes. You wanted to give him a genuine smile and talk to him but all that came out was just a miserable groan.
Work, school, whatever it was you were going through today had taken a toll on you. But somehow, you still had the energy to trudge up to him and give him a big kiss. Not just a big one, but a long one. You took your time to melt into his arms and chest, letting your body mold into his form. His body welcomed you, Stan’s strong arms snaking around your waist to greet your body aches. You guys did not speak a word as the hug continued with the kiss, only letting both your bodies do the talking. Your head tilts, hands exploring under the shirt Stan was wearing. Your digits found his belly, his waist, then soon his chest, your nimble digits touching every inch of his beautiful elderly body. You didn’t speak, of course, but your eyes twinkled, pausing the kiss for a moment to gaze deeply into his perfect brown orbs. You wish he’d read your mind, you wanted to freeze this moment. Just looking at his perfect face and body was enough to make you weak.
He read your expressions like a book. Stan smiles, taking one of your free hands to gently nuzzle against it, peppering a few non-committed kisses before he guides your hand back under his shirt, grunting as a greenlight to keep going. You both knew this didn’t necessarily need to go anywhere sexual, as the two of you understood each other perfectly. It’s why you guys were together; as a couple , a team , a duet— a perfect two.
So you obliged, taking the opportunity to take it a step further, gradually driving Stan to your living room couch, laying the older man down. Next, you climbed on top of him, letting your legs find their comfortable positions to rest wherever felt nice and right between his legs. You guys fit perfectly like a puzzle piece, your limbs not fighting for any leftover space there was on the sofa. Like clockwork, Stan takes a good look at you, eyes examining your exhausted form like a mother bear comforting its child. You always loved that about him, how he was masculine but always had a softer side every time he was with you or his family. People might think otherwise of Stan Pines, but his loved ones, including you, knew he wasn't always the stubborn, strangely enigmatic, and avoidant conman he portrays to be to the general public. Stan was good to you, he took care of you, made sure you were always comfortable around him, but never a try hard. He was a family man, and you were sure he'd do anything for the people he loved. Just like in this moment, you were already lost in his affection. Stan rakes his calloused digits through your hair down to your chin, neck, every movement of his driving you nuts. You drank in the view, Stan being under you with the low-lighting of your home, his messy, grey hair cast aside his forehead with his rectangular spectacles hanging a little loosely at the bridge of his nose, not to mention that gaze he was giving you. Hot Belgian waffles, he looked like he was sculpted by the gods, your very own Adonis. You just wanted to savor it forever, seeing how beautiful your significant other was. But of course, drinking in his figure wasn’t enough, you had to indulge.
You don’t waste any moment to lean in and continue where you left off with the kiss, crashing your lips against his, both your eyes shutting in an instant. Stan soon follows suit, tilting his head to let your kiss progress. You could feel the desperation in both your breaths, both your chests heaving in unison. It’s like you could also almost feel his heartbeat against yours. Maybe it truly was, as you felt the gentle thumping on both of you. It almost made you giggle. Stan raises an eyebrow on your sudden smile against his lips, but only shrugs and holds you closer.
Minutes that felt like hours passed, soon you were starting to feel out of breath. You pull away, but it earned a distinctive groan from Stan. It was your turn to raise a brow, seeing the drastic character change in Stan in the course of a few minutes of intimacy.
“What?” You ask him, almost bursting into laughter. Luckily for him, you only chuckled. He was too adorable .
Stan snickers. “Wasn’t done, toots.”
“I was out of breath. Gotta breathe, y’know. Something humans do?” You joke, taunting him more with a tongue out your mouth.
You regretted that decision (but did you, really?) as it resulted in you getting licked on the tongue, then tugged by the teeth. Stan was careful enough not to hurt you, but it still tickled. You giggle again, making your grumpy lover kiss you roughly. You don’t fight it, you let him explore your lips once more. You smile softly, eyes shutting to submerge yourself in the mercy of your partner. Stan wanders his tongue in your mouth and his hands aren’t really staying put either. You feel his hands travel around your back, never letting you go even once. It’s like he was saving up all his energy for this very moment, after waiting for a whole day for you to come back home to his arms and surrender to his touch. The strength in his hug proved it, it wasn’t suffocating or mercilessly locking you in completely, but it was tight and powerful enough to show how much he missed you throughout the day. Poor man, you thought, Stan must’ve thought of you so much today. He must’ve wanted to call you, wait on you, but he fought back the urge to be such a selfish lover. But to be honest with yourself, you kind of wanted him to be selfish.
Perhaps you did want him to call you randomly during your daily activities, and even for the fact that he actually did check on you today, maybe you didn’t mind him being a little more selfish. You wouldn’t mind him stealing you away during lunch hours, taking you to places you both aren’t familiar with and have trouble navigating through. Or just swoop in between your peers and start showering you with all his love, even if he’d be a little too shy to express it. Show you off in front of everyone that you were his baby. Anything would do with Stan, and his actions right now were definitely adding fuel to your fantasies.
Speaking of fantasies, you suddenly remember a thing you wanted to do to him all day. You pull back momentarily, with Stan almost about to open his mouth to complain. Quickly, you compensate it by fixing your position to properly cup his pretty face, both your hands cupping his jaw as you prolong the kiss, making it deeper than it already was. Stan groans under your touch, securing his arms around your neck. You could feel the mixed sensation of the ruggedness of his stubble, his wrinkly skin, and the scent of smokey tobacco, something floral, and musk lingering on his skin. Oh, this was heaven . Everything about this was driving you drunk in love. You were so glad you had this hot mess waiting for you every day…something not everyone was lucky enough to have.
After a few moments, he finally lets go, leaving a string of glistening saliva drip from his lips. You smile, leaning in to wipe it off with your thumb before finally resting on his chest.
“That was really nice..” you say, your palm finding its way back under his shirt to fondle with his chest, a notable feeling of gliding through his skin with his chest hair felt like bliss to you, somehow. You just loved the sensation of his chest, his large torso and gorgeous belly supporting your body like it was nothing. Obviously, he himself was quite sizable, but nonetheless, gorgeous. Breathtaking. Just like how you drank in the scene of his topless body countless times, you could always automatically picture it in your head. Being able to touch his body like this, even non-sexually, was a gift you’d appreciate everyday. These were one of the days you had extra time to appreciate it as you should.
Stan nods, kissing atop of your head with adoration. “You’re nice.”
You wrinkle your nose in confusion, but laugh it off. “Okay? So you're saying there are times I’m not?”
“Jeez, you know it ain’t like that, toots.” he jokes, a deep chuckle vibrating through his chest, and as your fingers were still toying and drawing random patterns on his chest, you cackled back.
“Mmmm, sure, Stan…” you mutter, starting to lose yourself in the pattern of his heartbeat, his rhythmic breathing, and the circles you were making on his body. Surely, anytime soon, you were going to fall asleep on him. You wanted to get up to bed properly instead of making your boyfriend your makeshift bed for tonight, but that wasn’t happening. You were too comfortable on top of Stanley, your warm bodies embracing each other with limbs fitting each other like perfect puzzle pieces. Besides, Stan didn't mind, of course he wanted to share the couch with you tonight. Like telepathy, he only wraps you in tighter, even pulling in the couch blanket to cover yourselves together with. Warmth, cuddles, kisses, everything about this was just perfect. Ending the day on such a comforting note with your man felt right. You wouldn’t trade any type of comfort in the world for this, not ever in the history of forever.
You were just the luckiest person on Earth to be in love with Stan Pines, and you were sure as hell are going to cherish him forever.