Author’s Note: Y’all please don’t hurt me i know this isnt an update on my ford series but i had to get this one out of my system i fucking love this man
You applied your mascara in the dingy mirror in Stan’s bathroom in the light of some ancient, yellow light bulbs. Anytime you got ready, it was always in the same spot: sitting on the edge of the sink. You didn’t mind doing your makeup in there, but there were no full length mirrors in the house for you to see how your outfits came together. Of course, you could always ask Stanley and he would give you an honest answer, but you wanted to be able to tell if your outfits were cute when he wasn’t around. He was at the store right now picking up a couple of things so you decided to message him.
Stanley <3: What do you want?
You started giggling. He always acted like he didn’t enjoy buying you things, but he really did like spoiling you. He got you anything you wanted usually before you even asked despite his cheap persona.
You: Well… I was wondering if you could pick me up a full length mirror please? They have some pretty cheap ones at the store.
Stanley <3: Sure. Why do you need one?
You: YAY!! Thank you, baby. I need one for trying on outfits. I was going to put it in our room if that’s okay with you.
Stanley <3: Sounds good. Where are you thinking about putting it?
You walked into your shared bedroom to scope out a potential spot for your new mirror. You saw a patch of bare wall in front of where your bed was. There was plenty of room for you to attach it to the wall with some sticky strips you had.
You: [picture of wall] I was thinking right here. It’s in front of our bed. What do you think?
Stanley <3: That’ll be fine. Can you turn the camera around?
You looked at the message puzzled.
Stanley <3: I wanna see that sexy face of yours that’s why.
You felt butterflies form in your stomach at his response. You quickly took a selfie of just you smiling. Your hair was a little frizzy and you just had mascara on, but Stan loved that look. Hell, you could look like a hobo and he would still try to get in your pants. You pressed the send button.
Stanley <3: That’s my girl ❤️I’ll see you when I get home. I love you.
You: I love you too, handsome 😘
You sat on the edge of your bed kicking your feet, giddy from Stan’s messages. There was something about his bluntness that just got your heart beating like crazy. You then decided to place your phone on your nightstand and play some music while you straightened up around the room. It wasn’t too messy. There were just some clothes that needed to be folded and put away. You sang softly to the song that played as you placed the last of the clothes in your drawer.
You then heard the front door swing open and Stan’s thundering footsteps. You smiled and began hurrying down the stairs. You saw him placing grocery bags on the table with his back turned to you. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, khaki pants, and the new belt you had got him for his birthday. His fez was scarce from his head showing off his thick, gray hair. You had encouraged him to start growing out his hair and stop wearing his fez as often. He was now beginning to form a delicious cowlick at the nape of his neck.
“Thank you for getting these, Stanley,” you murmured, running a hand up his back and placing it at his shoulder to give it a squeeze.
His body jolted at the contact. “Jesus!” He placed his hand over his heart. “Don’t scare me like that.”
You laughed and rolled your eyes. “See, this is why I don’t invite you over to the house when I watch horror movies.” You placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Scaredy cat.” He gave you a glare, but with the smirk on his lips, you knew he wasn’t serious.
“You want this mirror or not?” Stan asked, stepping back to reveal a beautiful mirror that had been leaning against the fridge out of your view. It was a cream color with delicate flowers carved into it and LED lights around the rounded arch. It was much nicer than the cheap one you thought he was going to get you.
“Stan!” You ran your fingers along the sides of the mirror while he gave you a toothy smile.
“Ehh? You like it?” He spread his arms out and raised his eyebrows.
“Honey, I LOVE it! Thank you so so much. It wasn’t too expensive was it?”
He scoffed. “Nah, it was a steal.” Then, he winked at you.
You frowned and squinted your eyes at him. “Stan, did you steal this? Like, for real?” You had been trying to get him out of his shoplifting habits. He had been getting better, but the man still fell off the bandwagon occasionally.
He paused. “Maybe.” You smacked him on his shoulder
He held his hands up in a defensive manner. “Look, babe. The guy at the cash register was an ass to me when I came in. I had to blow off some steam, and maybe I broke my stealing streak, but look!” Stan gestured to the mirror once again. “I got you a frilly mirror for you to get ready in. Thought you’d like it.” He was now smiling fondly at you, hoping for your approval.
You returned the smile and placed the mirror back against the fridge. “I do like it,” you reassured him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you.” He placed his strong hands at your waist and squeezed softly before kissing you. His stubble tickled the soft skin of your face.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” Stan said, his hand now rubbing the small of your back. “Now let’s get this mirror set up.” His hand left your back to give your ass a playful swat.
You laughed and followed his lead. He was carrying the mirror with just one arm as he stepped quickly up the stairs. When you made it to your room, you both worked together to use your sticky strips and his leveler to make sure it was perfectly positioned on the wall. It was easily the most delicate thing to ever grace Stan’s bedroom. Besides you, of course.
Stan sat on the bed while you stood in front of the mirror. You did a couple of practice poses in the light of the mirror, mimicking how you would try on future outfits. “Oooh. Sexy. Stunning. Work it, work it, work it.” You struck a silly pose with each phrase earning a laugh from Stan. You saw his charming smile in the reflection. Gah, you could just eat him up.
“C’mere, gorgeous,” Stan said, patting his lap. You giggled and walked backwards towards him. “That’s it. Put it in reverse.” You burst out laughing and finally sat yourself on his wide thighs.
“Oop, I forgot something,” you joked, standing up.
“Uh, uh,” Stan tsked, wrapping his arm around your torso and pulling you back into his lap. You squealed excitedly. “You ain’t going anywhere. I gotta try this mirror out for myself.” His hands found your hips and began to massage them through the thin fabric of your shirt. You immediately knew what he meant and you felt that familiar fire in your belly.
He lifted up your shirt a little revealing your midriff. “Mind if I keep going, sweetheart?” he asked with a devilish grin, kissing underneath your ear and keeping eye contact with you in the mirror. You nodded as a small exhale escaped your lips. “Good,” he said. He patted your elbow. “Raise them arms up.” You smiled and lifted your arms so that he could remove your shirt.
Stan let out a low whistle at the sight of you. “Goddamn.” He began to knead your breasts over your bra and bit at your neck. His fingers then nimbly unhooked your bra from the back, pushing the straps gently off your shoulders and tossing the article of clothing to the side. His big hands held your breasts and massaged them; you took your hands and placed them over his. He groaned, sucking the dip of your collarbone. His thumbs then grazed over your nipples, hardening them further before he pinched them. You sharply inhaled and tilted your head back as Stan chuckled darkly.
“Like that?” Stan spoke against your cheek. His stubble was once again tickling you. This time it was a more intense feeling, adding to the arousal building between your thighs.
“Yes,” you whined. He smiled and kissed your skin softly. His hand then traveled across your belly to your loose shorts, pulling them down along with your panties.
“What about this?” His pointer and middle finger slid over your cunt, gathering the slick at your entrance and bringing it to your swollen clit. You gasped loudly as he rubbed slow circles against it. You began grinding on his calloused fingers, wanting as much friction as possible.
“No one but me can get you wet like this,” Stan growled, the tip of his middle finger dipping slightly inside you.
“Fuck,” you breathed, “Stanley…” You craned your head towards him, but his other hand quickly grabbed your face. His thumb rubbed your cheek bone soothingly before he physically turned your face back to the mirror.
“No, doll. Look at you, not me.” He breathed deeply. “Because I wanna see your face when I do this.” Stan slid his finger in fully, a guttural noise escaping his throat.
You gasped at the sudden, delicious stretch that he was giving to you. You watched your reflection in the mirror, seeing the way you took his thick middle finger over and over. A lewd squelching noise filled the room making Stan’s cock twitch. It made him feel so good knowing how much you had been wanting this, wanting him.
“That feel good, baby?” he mumbled, his nose pressed to the side of your face. He continued to pump his finger in and out of your cunt at a quickening pace, hitting that sweet spot every time.
“S-so good,” you answered shakily. Stan groaned letting his other hand grope at your breasts, watching the way your flesh filled the palm of his hand. His cock was straining in his pants; you could feel his tip press into your ass through the fabric of his khakis.
“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy. You gonna cum on my fingers? You gonna do that for me, doll?” Stan was breathing against your neck now, eyes locked on the mirror in front of him. He watched you writhe in his arms as you nodded. He then growled and picked up speed, wanting so badly to see you come apart in his arms. You began to feel that tightness in the pit of your belly.
“I’m so close,” you whispered. “Please…” Suddenly, you felt your body start shaking, overcome with the ecstasy that Stan’s touch gave you. Your eyelids fluttered and your chest rose and fell. He groaned, watching you intently.
“Goddamn, I almost came in my pants just watching you,” Stan murmured, removing his finger from you. “Think you got one more?” He smirked, kneading the flesh of your hips.
You grinned at him in the mirror. “Yeah.”
He gave you a devilish smile. “That’s my girl.” He patted the side of your thigh. “Alright, hop off and get on the bed.”
You chuckled and did as he said. You kneeled and faced towards the mirror, leaning into the soft comforter with your forearms. Stan walked to the back of the bed kicking off his shoes and settling behind you on his knees. His mouth was slightly agape and his eyes were wide as he looked at you in the mirror.
“What?” you asked softly. Your tone caught him off guard. When your voice got this way, it just did something to him.
‘I’ve just, ah…” He rubbed the back of his neck. Was he nervous? “You just look really pretty, that’s it,” he grumbled. “Don’t think too much about it.” He always made himself flustered giving you compliments, and it was the cutest damn thing.
“Aww, thank you, Stanley,” you replied through giggles, flashing him a smile. You saw a grin spread across his reddening face while he looked down, fumbling with his zipper.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it get to your head.” He didn’t give you time to respond because he was then teasing your entrance with his tip and grabbing your ass gently. You squirmed, arching your back to gain more friction.
“Hold on, baby. I got you,” Stan reassured you. You could hear his confidence return to him due to your neediness. He pushed the rest of his cock into you easily. You gasped at how full you felt while Stan let out a faltered moan. “Fuck, you feel good.”
You whined as he thrusted into you, starting a steady pace. Your fingers were intertwined with the bedsheet while Stan’s were pressed into your waist. The pressure on your G-spot and the way he grazed your clit was too much. Your body inched forwards subconsciously, trying to ease some of the stimulation. Stan immediately noticed and grasped your waist pulling you back back to him. “You ain’t getting away from me that easy.’’ His gravelly voice sent shivers down your spine. He began to thrust into you faster, his hands groping your breasts. You howled from the pleasure racking your body. He moaned loudly, leaning onto your back and pressing you against the fabric of his shirt. His eyes were filled with lust as he watched your reflection. Your eyelids parted from being screwed shut to see an absolutely pornographic scene before you.
Stan was sweating, still in his clothes from earlier, fucking you without abandon. His hands were now splayed across your stomach, trying to get you as close to him as possible. The grunts leaving him were quickly bringing you to the brink of another orgasm, and he could feel it. He then, still on his knees, held you against his chest and bounced you on his cock. One hand held you while the other rubbed circles onto your clit.
“Come on, sweetheart. Make me yours. Cum on my cock.” He was now kissing all over your neck while you rode out your second orgasm, your cunt clenching around his cock. Stan followed suit, a string of curses leaving his lips into your collarbone. You watched as his cum leaked out of you in the mirror, your breathing syncing up with his. When both of you had a moment to recover, he lifted you off of him gently.
“Alright, let me get you cleaned up. I did a number on you.” Stan reached over to your bedside table to retrieve baby wipes that were tucked away in a drawer. You laid on your back as he carefully wiped away the evidence he had been there. “You’re good.” He patted your thigh and gave you a kiss on his forehead. “Now, go take a leak. Love you.” You stumbled to the bathroom, and when you returned, Stan was smoking one of his cigars. His pants were unzipped but his boxers were pulled back up; the first three buttons of his shirt were undone revealing his curly, gray chest hair. You curled up next to him, laying your head on his chest while his strong arm pulled you close to him.
He blew out a puff of smoke, a sweet tobacco smell filling the room. “Thank you for the mirror, Stan.” You kissed his stubbled cheek as he tapped the ash off his cigar into the ashtray you made him.
“No, thank YOU,” he replied. “Best thing I’ve ever stolen.”
