ok i know mcd garroth is supposed to be real stoic and like not give away his true feelings BUT CONSIDER:
Garroth who absolutely cannot conceal his facial expressions to save his life.
he spent all that time wearing a helm and not worrying about how he looked, and he got a little too used to pulling a 🤨 when someone came up to him asking for help with some nonsense
Everyone still thinks he's really friendly cos they're used to him already but if you look closely he is most likely giving someone a crazy side eye at any given point in time
summary: Being stuck in a cabin up in the snowy mountains surrounded by your closest friends is somehow NOT a turn off for your boyfriend...Irene, help you all.
tags: Established relationship, PWP, slight repressed!Garroth (yummy), Soft!Fdom reader, Msub/switch Garroth, sex while others are sleeping in the same room, almost caught, F/M relationship, ficlet
CW!!: SMUT !!! MDNI !!! Semi-public sex, sex in a shared space, "don't get caught", exhibition kink(?), slight mention of sexual shame/repression (Garroth), sight power dynamics, P in V intercourse
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"You're kidding me, Gar."
Your voice comes out in a soft, exasperated tone. Half-tired but mostly fed up.
Why? Well, one would naturally be grumpy after being dragged up to the snowy mountains to 'flip' a cabin with a few friends…only to have the boiler explode in their boyfriend's face and the lot of them getting attacked by wolves.
"I'm sorry! It's a natural response!" Garroth's voice is a strained whisper as he buries his head against the back of your neck, "Today has been very confusing!!"
You knew this was a bad idea from the start. You were hesitant about it from the very second your lovely boyfriend tried to rope you into it. But, like the weak woman you are, you let him convince you into coming.
There were so many more important things for you to be doing during these holiday times! You had gifts to buy, decorations to put up. But no. You're here, trapped in a dusty cabin, with the 'alpha', the witch, and the makeover…
…all said with love, of course. They are still your friends.
You just much rather spend your time doing things for yourself! As selfish as that sounds.
All you wanted was you, your decor, a nice movie, and your boyfriend on standby for extra muscle…
But you should've known better than to want anything.
"That's not even how those work!" You whisper-shout back, "Adrenaline doesn't make you horny—"
You feel Garroth's hand cover your mouth before you can even finish the sentence. He hushes you quickly, "Hey! Not so loud, please?"
You can't help but roll your eyes before shaking his hand off, "How do you even get hard in a situation like this…"
You can't help but lift your head up to scan the room to make a point. Aaron was almost right next to you two, and Lucinda and Kim were only a few feet away. You look back at him, just to find his very reddened face hidden in the pillow.
"hormones? I don't know…" He pathetically retorts, "I mean, men can get it from firing guns…"
"Yeah, but that's cause they're psychopaths," you mumble, moving a little to readjust yourself, "You're not that…"
He hisses as you unintentionally back into him.
"…you're just weird."
Exceedingly, as he isn't even half hard. Full erection in the build, folks. Though you really shouldn't be surprised, considering this is the guy who has to do something physical when he gets too emotionally stimulated. In a non-sexual way…if you could believe. When you two got together, you found him swimming laps in the resort pool the next day.
Your attention focuses back onto the thick print of him against you. You can't help but bite your lip, thinking back to all the previous nights that started this exact way. Irene, how long had it been since you two had fucked?
You…probably shouldn't be thinking of that right now…considering the company you pointed out just a moment before.
You clear your throat softly, "Seriously though…If I were a guy, I think a place like this would totally kill my boner."
You turn to be greeted by his more than slightly displeased face, "It's not like I can control how I react, love."
"I thought that was exactly what y'all could do…" You mumble, "Like—you'd just think of something unsexy and poof!"
"You're giving me too much credit."
"Nonsense! Here— let's try."
Despite his sour mood from before, he can't help but stifle a laugh at your insistence to be right.
"Baseball?"
"Strong start…I'm having flashbacks to summer baseball camp." He pretends to shiver.
"Or maybe, having to deal with your dad."
"Classic. Thinking of relatives." He muses.
"Being at a funeral."
"I guess we wouldn't want anything raising then, huh?" He tries joking.
"Boring business meetings you don't care for."
"spreadsheets? How sensual." He giggles.
"…Or maybe focus on the fact that we're surrounded by people who could wake up at any moment…"
He doesn't seem to have a snarky reply to that one; in fact, as you speak, you feel a faint twitch from your poor boyfriend's cock.
"Garroth."
"…Yes?"
"Was I imagining that?"
"…"
His lack of response truly told you everything you needed to know in the moment. Still though…
Your sweet boyfriend. The one who screeches like a banshee whenever someone barges into your shared room. Who refused to have sex when Laurence or, Irene forbid, Zane was home during the day. Who insisted on locks for said bedroom for 'privacy'…was getting off on the idea of having sex with people in the room.
How scandalous!
You try your best to stifle a laugh as you speak again, "Did that boiler explosion fry your brain?"
He just groans against your skin, "It was just a curve ball, I can't control when that happens!"
"You so can! I read an article!" You hit back.
"What article?" He says, exasperated.
"An…article! That I can't pull up now because there's no cell service in this godsforsaken place!"
He just shakes his head, "Besides, you were backing up into me at the moment! So it's probably your fault!"
"So now you're blaming me?!"
"No—yes?" He fumbles, "Your pajamas aren't the greatest barrier…and you're pressed all against me!"
"Irene forbid, I'm cold." You mutter softly, "But no. You can't just pretend you weren't interested in that idea! I felt it! Admit it!"
"No?" His voice is lingering in uncertainty, as if he didn't even believe that himself, "Not…well…"
You give him a less-than-amused face at his words.
"Don't look at me like that! It's just…" His face reddens further as he tries to explain, "I mean, you just put the idea of…Well, I don't know…"
"You do know." You retort.
"No, I don't know." He repeats, "And—It doesn't matter because it was nothing and we can forget about it now!"
And with that, he's turned the other way, leaving you without warmth.
There's a heavy silence between you two now. Not charged with any tension or anger…but more of an…awkward silence?
You knew he wasn't frustrated with you for pushing. Garroth was many things, but he was not an angry man. In the many years of knowing him, you had rarely, if ever, seen him mad. So when he dismisses you in the moment, you know it wasn't because he was ticked off or disgruntled…no.
You knew it was shame.
You knew it because of the way he was faced away, head in the pillow, as if he was hiding himself.
You give a small sigh as you turn to spoon him, "Gar…" Your voice is light as your hand soothes down his side, "You know you don't have to be like that with me."
"I'm not being any way." He mumbles, his voice insecure. The meek attempt at combatance only makes you laugh a moment before you nuzzle against his neck.
"Garroth…" You keep your voice low and light, only hinting at a sensual tone.
You can feel him stiffen at that. He was never really good with this kind of stuff. Sexual, that is. While he wasn't completely repressed, things that didn't fall into what people would usually label as 'vanilla' certainly turned him into the prude of a lifetime.
Especially if he's into it.
Like that time he went on a spree of incessant 'rants' about how ridiculous being rough during sex sounded; about how it was an insult to your partner and how "sex was supposed to be sweet and loving."
It was almost funny how quickly his tune changed when you offered to let him try it out with no judgment.
"Y'know…it's not a bad thing." You whisper, your hand moving to trail down his chest, "I'm just surprised, is all."
You can feel him shiver softly as your nails gently scrape against his clothed abdomen, "Surprised about what? There's nothing to be surprised about."
It was almost cute how much he's denying this.
"Surprised about the fact that you wanna fuck me in front of everyone here," you whisper gently in his ear as your hand finds itself under the hem of his pjs, "Is that what you want, Gar?"
"[__]…" He mumbles, moving to grab your wrist. His grip was barely there, if not nonexistent. Quite funny in contrast to his stern tone.
"C'mon…" you giggle gently, "I'll be so quiet?"
You hum as you slip past his grip and directly onto his print. You can't help but bite your lip as you sigh, "Irene, how long has it been since you fucked me, Gar?"
Your hand pumps slowly as you look back up to his face. He's bright red, and his eyes are barely up as he tries to speak. Any words, however, aren't coming easily.
"I personally think it would be so fun having your cock stuffed in me, pounding me slow and deep…while we're trying not to wake everyone up." You giggle, your finger circling around the head of his weeping dick. You can't help but moan in his ear as you watch him absolutely shut down at the barely there pleasure.
"Don't you want it too?" you ask innocently, tilting your head as he makes eye contact with you again. He nods his head wearily as he tries to grip your forearm; this time, however, it was for stability, not trying to stop you.
"You gotta say it though, Honey." You nod along, "You have to say you wanna fuck me in front of all our friends."
This makes Garroth let out a low whine, "That—that please." He whispers, "I wanna fuck you here and now, and I don't wanna leave you till the morning."
"There…" you whisper back, "Was that so hard to admit?"
You two shift again, Garroth moving you on top of him.
"You're bold." You tease, "Hardest position to explain away." Your hands move up, sliding your night gown above your thighs, pulling it back so he can see something special.
"Fuck me, love." He whispers, moving his hand to gently glide against your sex, "You didn't put on panties."
"Guilty." You hum, "It's not my fault commando is the move."
He rolls his eyes gently as he laughs, "Are you sure you weren't just anticipating this?"
"How dare you accuse me!" you say in mock offense, "Do you think I have the foresight to predict when you get a boner?"
He raises his eyebrows at that, "I wouldn't put it past your little bag of tricks."
"What great powers you think I have. Very useful," you deadpan as you move to pull out his neglected cock.
It slaps against his stomach almost obscenely. Irene, was that your favorite sight.
There were many benefits of dating Garroth Ro'meave. He was a loving, caring person. He cherished you like you were but a delicate flower in this humble world. He understood you and was especially patient with you…even when you were being a hardass.
But one of the biggest perks (pun intended) was his little friend right here.
You bite your lip as you rub against the aching member under you. You loved how, even with a simple pussy-job, he was already spreading you open. You'd never had anyone with girth like his, and quite frankly, you don't think you could ever go back.
His hands grip against your hips tight, his head falling back in frustration, "Can you just…y'know?"
That makes you laugh, "You're really impatient for someone who didn't want to admit this five seconds ago."
"Shut up." He whispers, scooting you up a bit so your rubbing hits the tip of him. You have such a shit eating grin as you give him what he wants with no warning at all.
"Fuck!—" He groans loudly as his fingers make indents into the flesh of your thighs. Your hand moves immediately to cover his mouth, your body bending in close to get up in his face.
"Shut the fuck up?" you whisper, "You are really bad at this."
"Your fault." He mumbles against his hand.
"Again with the blaming." You shake your head as you look around at your friends still in slumber, "You're so lucky they sleep like logs."
"You're impossible." He moans, grinding up into you.
"You," you retort, your tone hiding the struggle in your voice. As many times as you two had danced this tango, you cannot, for the life of you, get used to his size. Call it the miracle of the human body or the fault of him not fucking you enough, but the stretch you feel now is just as satisfyingly harsh as the first…or third…or even thirty-seventh time.
"Fucking hell, Garroth." You say breathlessly as you finally feel comfortable enough to move.
There was one thing that you really loved about this position, and it wasn't the fact that it was a surprisingly good quad workout. No, it was absolutely because you were the one who had all the authority.
Garroth's head tilts back with a sweet moan, low enough for just your ears. His hands don't know where to make their home, moving sporadically from gripping your thighs roughly to massaging your waist. It was funny, really, to see his fingers twitch with excess energy. Usually, they'd be busy keeping you in place as he pistoned into you with wild abandon, but now that you're the one in control…well, they're just useless.
"Here," you say softly, guiding his hands up and under your nightgown, lifting it in the process as you settle them on your chest.
"Fucking hell…" He whispers, "You're just okay with being bare like that?"
You just laugh softly, your voice wavering as he starts kneading them gently, "Makes it more fun, right? The harder it is to explain, the bigger the risk?" You accentuate your words by grinding down on him.
His head falls back completely now, nodding mindlessly at the words spilling from your mouth. You're sure that at the moment, he's not actually absorbing anything you're saying.
The way he reacts makes your chest lighten. So you keep him nestled deep, choosing to grind it out, rather than bounce. The feeling of him filling you out was still overwhelming, despite thinking you were already properly stretched out. It felt great. The angle you were sitting settles the curve of his cock perfectly flush against that spongy spot inside you, making your already tired thighs quiver more and your pussy flutter around him. Evident to you now as he lets out a rather loud groan into the static air.
Immediately, your hand goes to cover his mouth.
"I fucking hate your pussy." He muffles against your hand, "s'not fair. You're not even moving, and I feel like I'm gonna explode."
"How the fuck do you think I feel—" you cut yourself off when a particularly sharp grind makes you whimper.
"You're fairin' better th'n me…" He says breathlessly, focusing back on your tits as he kneads them rougher, "Stop–squeezing me s'tight."
You can't help but laugh at how much he's slurring his speech right now. Knowing that you're the reason he can't keep his words straight. The reason he's barely able to speak at all. That made you feel pride like nothing else. You keep at it, despite his complaints. Milking his cock the best you could while grinding.
"Oh shii–iiiit." He whines, his face contorting wildly. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his head was moving to the side. You can feel how he twitches against your velvet walls. You feel how he's begging to come undone, without a single word. Simply looking up at you with his eyes brimming with unbridled lust.
And you were going to give that to him…
You speed up your movement, leaning down to kiss him with sticky desire. Demanding him without any real words. You needed to feel his load deep inside your greedy cunt. To feel his groans of pleasure vibrating against your tongue. To know that you could make him see the heavens above.
"Gonna—come, come—" His words are frazzled, as if he was barely informing you as it's happening, "Come with me—please? Needa—"
His words are smothered out by the rustling of sheets to their left.
Fuck.
That sound filled your body with a rush of dread mixed with excitement. You two pause, whipping your heads over to the noise. Much to your horror, it was Aaron stirring. You two stay still, deer in headlights. Watching for any sudden or sporadic—
Oh shit. His hand is looking for his phone.
Without much warning, or even care for that matter, you both rush to fix yourselves. You, going to shimmy your nightgown back on correctly, and Garroth is scrambling around for the long discarded blanket.
After what felt like forever, you two were finally back in your original position. Just in time to watch Aaron rise from his sleeping mat. He groans softly, looking down at the illuminating light of his phone.
"Still no signal…" Aaron mutters quietly, continuing to tap the screen.
Clearly, he was still preoccupied with getting in contact with Aphmau. He'd been worried since they got there.
Though you're muddling, you feel someone start stirring again. A hand finds its way down your body, right past your messed-up gown and under to your soaked folds.
You suck in a sharp breath as you feel two digits push effortlessly inside.
"Garroth." You whisper in the smallest voice you could muster. Heat, both in anger and pleasure, is clear in your speech.
"I hate this eager cunt." He whispers again, his two fingers curling upwards as he gripes, "This…sloppy, inviting, warm cunt."
You should've known this would happen.
You should’ve known not to poke the bear. ‘Ruffle his feathers’ if you will.
To not start ‘this’ when you knew there was a real chance of someone waking up…
Cause you knew Garroth didn't come with an off switch.
"Gar—" Your words are cut off as his gags you, shoving his middle and ring in your mouth rather roughly. The length of them makes you almost gag. And then moan into them as his other hand starts pistoning in and out of you.
"I'm sorry." He whispers against your ear, his tone utterly shaky, almost wrecked, "I'm so sorry, love."
Then, without warning, he pulls out his fingers, leaving you empty…not for too long, however. As you feel the head of his cock settle back into you. Slow, dragging. Before finally nestling into you fully. His pelvis flush against your ass.
His head finds itself in the crook of your neck. Breathing in your scent deeply.
Soft, gentle "I love you's" litter the stagnant air around you. Thankfully muffled as his lips graze your skin.
His hand roughly finds your ass to knead as he grinds up into your pulsing cunt. Clearly, this little ‘distraction’ isn't going to stop him from reaching orgasm.
Your head lolls to the side at the stimulation, moaning long against his fingers. Your eyes barely focused enough to make sure Aaron didn't suddenly turn your way.
It seems you're lucky then…
as he shuffles out of his sleeping bag and away from the group…far away.
And your lover seems to notice as well, finally ungagging you and shrugging the covers off at lightning speed. His other arm hooks under your thigh to lift it up and out of the way. Letting him finally pound deep and undisturbed.
"Fuck me—" He whispers hoarsely, "I'm g'nna cum."
You whine in agreement, looking back at him with bleary eyes, nodding nonsensically.
"Pretty girl—'m soooo sorry." He mumbles, letting his lips graze yours, "You're just too perfect…" He finishes before catching your lips in a sloppy kiss.
The relief of the unadulterated thrusting brings you right back to the edge in no time.
That alone makes you want to unravel.
You feel yourself teetering...almost there...
When his other hand finds your puffy clit, immediately making tight circles over it.
That’s what does it.
You moan loudly into his mouth as you finally come. Your channel is fluttering dramatically around his cock as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.
…and not long after, he's coming too. Not even bothering to attempt to pull out. Instead, he pushes himself as deep as he can. Letting his hot cum paint your cervix directly as he lets out a long, satisfied moan. Moving quickly to bite your shoulder, in a vain way to keep some semblance of quiet.
The noise gives way to both their heavy breathing. So loud it sounds like yelling in the silence of the room.
He lets his breath falter out before he sighs, moving to place tender kisses against your skin.
"'M sorry. S' sorry." He continues apologizing.
"You're…fine, Garroth," you whisper back, half exasperated, wholly tired.
"Still." He whispers, "Got carried away…"
"Did you?" you joke lightly, earning a whine from the man.
"So…" You start, "How are we gonna…?"
"I'm staying inside." He assures.
"Excuse you?"
"I said I wasn't gonna leave til morning."
"…"
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I've been here the whole time. WDYM I haven't been active for 2 months? Anyway, if it wasn't obvious, this was supposed to be a kinktober entry...but that never happened lol. I have like another 2-3 that are also half baked. Not because I lost interest but because of school getting in the way. We'll see if I post them (I will I just suck at writing smut --i get embarrassed while writing it--)
I FUCKING LOVE GARROTH. I WANT TO CHEW HIM UP LIKE A PIECE OF PLASTIC *aumph mrpf crunch*
and one thing I love more than him is a man that's REPRESSED. I need to write him WORSE.
Y'all all have Laurence, I can have the big buff himbo blond that could actually tear me in half.
My post-crashout actually. I started this back in October but procrastinated because Krita kept crashing and deleting my saved file. Nine fucking times. I almost gave up BUT I DIDN'T 💪💪🗣️🎉🎉
I really wanted to draw this scene with that dress from the new Mermaid Tales season, had to make it silver to fit the aesthetic. I also got rid of their cat tails, I just didn't like how they looked, I'm not good at rendering fur 😅
(Very inspired by my fave show of all time, The end of the F***ing World)
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