#mute reader multiverse

Chris had convinced himself he knew the ins and outs of the party - for her benefit, for her safety, security, to help her. But he failed her.

He shouldve known things like these werent entirely predictable. He wanted to know, he wanted to control it so that she wouldnt get hurt. It had come so easy to him up until know, quick thinking to solve any problems yet this time his quick thinking was its own problem.

Dotty felt better in the garden, the people there were less focused on being as vocal and disruptive as possible. There was still noise but there was air. Chris could monitor everything easier too.

When he thought back he had to reassure himself, it had been fine hadnt it? He didnt leave her when she was already tense? he didnt miss something? Someone? Anyone wouldve made the same mistake?

He needed it to be the truth or he could never forgive himself.

Life for dotty had two stages: eyes glued open or eyes glued shut. In that moment, they were definitely open.

Their movements were predatorial - she guessed only if predators wanted to make it extensively clear they were talking about you maybe, but threatening and stalker-ish all the same.

She didnt put up a fight when chris left, not really able to as a result of living life like a frozen deer in headlights.

Regardless, she really didnt try to stop him. She wasnt actually thirsty either but it was the sentiment, he liked his role of protector - he got maybe too comfortable in it during that moment. He left her outside - which isnt entirely equal to burdening her to perform in front of the entire population, though it definitely felt like it.

The muttering voices became slightly clear, enough to piece out “go, go, go” whispered lowly.

A tall boy with a tall shadow and a second ‘shadow’ consisting of three girls and another tall boy. He stood in front of dotty expectantly. Maybe she was supposed to leave? Well, if hes giving her the chance then-

“Do you have a name?” the (surgically glued to his hip) laugh track followed their role behind him.

she couldnt respond even if she wanted to - which she didnt.

He grinned smugly. “You dont? Wow, youre like an abandoned dog.” he spat out.

It hadnt completely felt like that until he put the words in her head. But Chris always came back. She needed him to. especially now.

dotty could name all of them. It was clearly a game but she didnt know what the prize at the end was supposed to be.

He stepped closer, movements for once stealthy and smooth as if rehearsed - leaning down condescendingly.

“You know youve made yourself sub-human. Made up shit because youre lazy but now you cant go back on it.”

He licked his lips - much more predatorial this time.

“You did it to yourself. You cant blame us if we test it.”

She wished shed flinched more when he grabbed her wrists. She wished she fought back more than just trying to grip her feet to the floor. It was all useless. Wasted efforts despite the fact she tried harder and harder.

It was five steps till the edge of the pool. She thought she had those five steps to work up strength, maybe he'd even stop. Maybe it was a bluff.

At three steps she was swung around, trading positions so dotty stood unbalanced where he just was - so he only had to push.

Her ankle hit the concrete edge as she fell in, before choking on water as it surrounded her. The liquid burned into her eyes as she pushed herself higher, enough to be above the surface.

She coughed and sputtered, trying to work on breathing, hand protective over her throat. The water brimmed at her neck, a reminder of how close she still was to it - she still wasnt safe.

A set of hands gripped her shoulders, tight on her skin, enough to scream at her instincts that she was in increasing danger.

“Yell for help and i wont do it.”

Her eyes widened, throat closed and only mentally screaming. He wanted her to yell but god did she wish she could more.

She tried to elbow back, just to get pushed forwards. She tried to smack at his grip but he didnt budge, only applied more pressure downwards. Her back was secure against his chest, slipping below the surface once again.

She thrashed around as much as she could, limbs thrown away not caring for how much she was contorting them. She needed to get him off. It felt worse that she could see herself. The clear water made everything crystal clear - almost mocking the fact she was failing in her fight for her life. She could watch herself put up a fight but it was entirely useless.

His hands ripped away. Dotty didnt waste time questioning, she reached over the water, flailing around to pull herself to where there was air. She clawed the wall, choking out and probably spitting though that was the last of her focus. She looked under herself to the water surface, glass shards swimming to the pool floor.

She felt hands on her arms again and instinctively pulled back this time. She was met with his eyes. Much more familiar and far less threatening. He looked almost terrified.

“Come on, you got it.”

He made her feel weightless, pulling her up high enough to put her knees on the surface. He let go of her hands so she could secure herrself, just for him to get tugged away from her.

Skin met skin aggressively, chris’ face ricochetting back from the other tall boy's fists.

The hits didnt relent, barely giving chris the opportunity to fight back. His knees gave out, the boy worked to straddle his chest to continue pummelling his face in. blood spilled down his face.

Both pool water and tears streamed down dotty's face. She cried out, wailing non sensically and crawled onto her feet to run over to him. Chris yelled at her to stop but she couldnt - instead she smacked and pushed the boys head, just to get more strongly shoved away in retaliation. Dotty sobbed in the spot she fell in.

The other boy from the boy had finally climbed out, blood running from his head from the glass bottle chris had thrown at him. She wished she couldve gone back, let herself die in that pool so that chris never had to suffer because of her again.

Everyone outside watched in horror, as helpless as dotty. The gasps felt comedically coordinated, mocking her once again that her misery was comedic to anyone not associated with her.

She swallowed her tears, working up her effort and standing up next to the two of them. She raised her foot and use every piece of strength she had to kick his skull. He jolted back and felt to the side of chris. She replaced where he had been, laying on his chest and now cradling his face, making herself a human shield.

She sobbed even more at the weak sight of him. She choked on her cries, holding them back as she shuffled on the floor to place his head on her lap.

Dotty shook her head at herself, feeling entirely to blame. Chris shook his head too, only to disagree with her self blaming spiral of thoughts.

She caressed his face, shifting the hair away from his eyes. He looked broken and bloody, but now calm.

“‘S okay, ‘m okay.” he steadied his own breathing. “Dont cry.”

He reached his hand up, wiping away her tears. Dotty wished she could nag him about not talking, watching the way speaking tugged at his already split lip.

“You okay?” he formed a small smile, finding irony in his blood covered face to her tear soaked one - its clear he was the most not okay. not that it mattered to him.

He turned his head to kiss at her palm that cradled his face. Breaths completely steady now, finding relief just in meeting her eyes.

“I should get up off the floor.”

He sat himself up slightly, resting his back on a nearby chair. Dotty placed herself properly on his lap, facing him to press healing kisses on every inch of skin that didnt have his blood on. Once she was satisfied, chris wiped his blood with the bottom hem of his shirt, groaning from the sensitivity of his skin.

Dotty formed a deep frown, earning a sympathetic smile from him.

“Im okay. promise. just need five minutes.”

He shut his eyes and leaned back, hand searching for dotty to pull her to lay against his chest. She avoided surveying her surroundings at risk of feeling embarrassed.

She layed back and gripped onto his shirt. It felt much safer now that she could hear his heartbeat. It was steady. They were both okay.

"We'll be back late tonight." Chris reassured, getting tired of the feud between dotty and Matt.

"I'm not gonna bother you." Matt stated gently, failing to hide the smirk behind his words.

She gave him a glare - that was far beyond his capabilities. 

Nick shut the door behind them, not daring to look back and face Dotty's betrayed expression. it soon turned to frustration, motivating her to storm to the kitchen and pull out ingredients.

"c'mon, I've annoyed you already?"

That got Matt another glare. 

Dotty reached up high in the cupboard for the tub of sugar, only to feel like throwing everything to the ground from the empty state of it. 

he felt even worse. desperate for her affections again, but even more hating seeing her upset.

"I got it." 

Matt searched around for his keys and wallet, not missing the sympathetic and grateful look dotty gave him as he left the house. 

he came back with more than was needed. snacks too and anything he hoped would ease the hatred she felt towards him.

the kitchen was cleared up, only indication of Dotty's presence was the faint sound of the TV in the distance. she was cozied up on the couch, small lights highlighting her softly.

Matt took a second to admire her, wishing both that he could never disturb her so she could live peacefully and simultaneously desperately wanting to snuggle up with her.

"Hey." his voice broke the quiet gently.

she was clearly tired, looking up and not finding anger in the sight of him for once. Matt discarded the shopping onto the kitchen table, walking over to crouch in front of dotty.

"Don't wanna bake anymore?"

she blinked slowly, not caring enough to even answer. her eyelashes fluttered, bordering on the line of sleep. working up the little effort she had, she sat up slightly, inviting Matt to settle beside her. 

desperate to take the opportunity while he had the chance, he rushed into the space, letting dotty settle her head on his lap. 

he wasn't sure why she wanted him, even just for that split moment. Matt was desperate not to ruin it, letting her cling onto his arm as she drifted into sleep.

the peace didn't stay.

when dotty woke up, realising the way she'd let her guard down, she sat back up in a grump away from Matt.

he didn't fight back, mind trying to focus on the memory of the moments before.

Matt watched her rub her tired eyes, heart yearning deeper and deeper every time he remembered how badly he had fucked everything up.

"Can we talk about it?" his voice was gentle once again.

dotty only looked over, eyes revealing her true heartbreak for a second before she looked down at her lap to avoid Matt's heavy gaze.

"I want you back, i want us back. i know i don't deserve it but i just," he sighed deeply, rubbing his face with frustration.

she picked herself, leaving the room. Matt couldn't and would never blame her; but he was lost. 

Matt's head shot up in realisation that she was coming back, a whiteboard in hand.

he mentally prepared himself to be interrogated, trying to settle down the overly optimistic side of his brain that was gonna jinx his chances at fixing things.

dotty hurriedly scribbled down her question, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of anger and concentration. despite the months passed now, it was still raw.

'why did you leave me there?'

Matt breathed deeply, the guilt in his throat growing. "i, i was drunk."

her frown only deepened.

"I was drunk, i brought a girl over and i was fucking embarrassed. the last time i fucked everything up was because of a girl and i risked us again anyway."

dotty finally met his eyes, mind conflicted on how to feel.

"i didn't think about the fact you didn't have anywhere to go. shit, I'm just sorry, i didn't think at all and it got you hurt." Matt's eyes pleaded.

she cleaned away her previous question, frustration shifting to regret - regret that she let herself care this much about him.

'why do you want those girls?'

Matt's head tilted as he sighed, heart racing with regret and hatred for himself. 

Dotty breathed heavily, pushing down her bodies desperation to let out tears.

"Because i cant have you."

she didn't know whether to feel flattered or completely and utterly pissed off.

he took a deep breath before continuing. "i just want you. i don't deserve you but i fucking want you. all the time."

dotty stared blankly. 

"i don't want them. i don't want anything but you."

Matt watched her chest rise with her deep breaths, eyes darting to her lips before he tried to force them towards her eyes. 

his heart ached at the tears brimming her waterline, softening from just the fact he was looking at her.

dotty rushed up suddenly, carelessly leaving the whiteboard and pen on the couch. she wiped her face as she left, gasping out from attempts to try to control her breathing.

Body filled with fear, Matt hurried to follow, hands gentle on her back to lightly stop her. 

"Wait!"

she pushed him a few steps away, enough for space for her hands to be able to sign.

'is that what i am to you?'

"What? No! you're so much more than that and that's the problem!"

dotty could only roll her eyes, feet shifting in an attempt to leave the room again.

"Please!"

Matt held onto her waist, rotating her to face him. he was confronted by tears streaming down her face now, hands motivated to reach up to cradle her cheeks and wipe them away.

head shaking, she used little force to nudge him away again - her desperation to be comforted stopped her.

dotty wanted to believe him but she was sick of being naive and forgiving.

"i love you." he broke the quiet. "i love you so much that I'm fucking scared to touch you."

dotty met his eyes more lovingly than before.

"We've done some things before but when i knew for sure you wanted it. i want you to want me even though i don't deserve you. thats all im trying to say, but you're so much more than that."

she broke down, looking to the floor as she let Matt pull her into his chest. dotty let out her cries, head spinning of thoughts of how much he confused her.

"I'll stop all of it for you. i want to stop all of it." his head titled up as he breathed out, desperate for his tears not to fall. 

Matt removed his hands, hiding his own face in embarrassment. watching this, dotty took action. she grabbed his wrists, forcing him to see her words.

'last chance. i mean it.'

he breathed out quickly feeling relief flood his body. "a-are we-"

'No. prove you mean it all. I'm not gonna ignore you anymore.'

despite his partial undeserving disappointment, he couldn't hold back a smile and breathy laugh.

Matt reached out for dotty, resting his head on her shoulder. he relaxed himself, the gesture between them no longer tense and only comfort.

she paid attention to his breathing, feeling him melt into her. dotty laughed at the concept, words reaching her lips for the first time in a while.

"Big baby." she giggled.

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It wasnt like matt had a good excuse either; needing a certain kind of release but not wanting to upset you the same way he had before.

Matt replayed the way you clung to Chris, trusting him to provide you comfort rather than Matt.

He still didn't know you turned to someone who had hurt you, all because you were pushed away - because he gave you no choice.

Matt wasn't entirely sure where he thought you'd go. he just assumed it would be okay because it had to be - but you ended up so far from okay.

Yet again, it was entirely his fault.

Matt hated that you were glued to his brothers’ side, especially from knowing he’d practically stuck you there himself.

He woke up early to cook breakfast, food he was sure you would like and appreciate. You stumbled out of Nick's room just as Matt was finishing up - just as he hoped. But the split second you met his eyes, you forced them away and tried to head back the way you came.

“Hey, wait, please, I made this for you.”

You didn't like appearing ungrateful.

Every meal you had was one someone else couldn't, every dollar in your pocket was one that couldn't be in someone else's. Matt knew you were this way, using it now against you.

Begrudgingly, you almost stomped your way to the kitchen table, still avoiding Matt's heavy gaze. He set the plate in front of you, while you realised it was the first time you’d seen him somewhat proud of himself after god knows how long.

You started to scoff it down, not caring for how you looked out of desperation for having to be in Matt's company to end.

“I know you dont wanna be here but,” to that you rolled your eyes - whose fault was that again? “I wanna say sorry and I want us to be good again. I didn't want any of that to happen like it did-”

Upon realising you had more options than you at first realised, you stood up from the seat, taking the plate with you to Nick’s room.

Matt just sighed. He knew he deserved all of it, but he still wanted to fix it.

Nick had woken up by the time you had returned, sat up and on his phone. He took note of the plate of food, taking only a second of time to think and realise where it came from.

“Matt make that?” you nodded, chewing down more food as you walked to settle yourself beside Nick. “i’m only saying this because he’s my brother, but he really does feel like shit.”

‘I feel worse.’ you signed in response.

It was easy to be away from Matt until you realised you needed him.

The party was bad enough - desperately trying to stay by Nick and Chris’ side as they seemed to endlessly socialise.

If Matt had come with you, he wouldn't have wanted to speak to barely anyone. He would've faked annoyance but held you close to him protectively.

He would flirt meaninglessly with girls when you weren't around, but when you were there, you were his priority.

You weren't sure of how you were supposed to feel about him anymore.

Anxiety wasn't the sole reason you needed him. You’d learnt partially how to cope with that yourself. It wasn't just people - it was one specific person that made your heart race in the most negative of ways.

The two brothers you were using for support had never seen him before. With the incapability to verbalise the personified risk in the room and hands too shaky to try and explain, you were left completely silent.

Trapped knowing someone who wanted to hurt you was in the same place.

You were surprised to realise you breathed a sigh of relief when Matt called.

“Where the fuck are you guys?”

“At a party Matt. We invited you ages ago.” Chris rolled his eyes at his brother’s irritation.

“Because I knew Dotty wouldn't wanna go, where is she? Is she with you?” his voice grew increasingly nervous as he spoke.

“Well, yeah-”

“Are you serious? Is she okay?”

Matt was clearly angry, raising his voice down the phone to the point you could make out everyone despite the loud music echoing throughout the whole bar.

Chris looked over to you, a hint of worry in his own eye that he was the one who fucked up this time. “She’s fine matt, we’re just-”

“Send me the address.”

“She won't want you-” you frantically shook your head, tugging at Chris' clothes to tell him he was wrong.

You need someone who knew. It was partially your fault for relying on Matt so heavily to the point no one else understood you as well.

Right now, the grudge didn't matter. You weren't sure what would happen if Joey saw you.

Chris was resistant, but sent Matt the details.

The whole time waiting for him to turn up, your head flicking to the exit of the room constantly, waiting to meet Matt's eyes despite how much you’d avoided it for the past few weeks.

You knew you’d be glad to see him, but seeing him hold the jumper you needed for comfort in his hands too, you could have forgiven him entirely then and there.

Seeing the desperation in your eyes, he wrapped it around you, letting you push your arms through the sleeves to get comfortable. You zipped it up as high as you could, pulling the hood over your head and finally taking a somewhat helpful breath.

He was here now when you needed him, but it was hard to forget how much he hadn't been there for you so many times before.

Matt wasn't forgiven.

He’d messed up too extremely to let your grudge slip away just from the comfort of a jumper. Maybe just that night you could pretend - let him do the job you needed him to do, then go back to waiting for him to convince you he deserved forgiving.

He wasn't sure why you clung to him so desperately, not taking a moment to wonder if it meant you had forgiven him - regardless of everything, that was of second importance.

Matt knew you struggled in places like this, but there was genuine fear in your eyes.

You were not happy and he needed to fix it.

You nodded, ignoring Nick and Chris' burning gaze out of their confusion.

“You don't have to stay, I can take you home.” he held your shoulder gently, trying to transfer some warmth to your shaky frame.

“You can go back to being mad too, I just want you to be comfortable, okay?”

You laughed lightly at his joke, quickly getting shoved back down when you came down to reality. You spotted joey out of the corner of your eye.

“Hey! You left quick the other day, i didnt get to say goodbye.” he had a tight lipped smile that didn't meet his eyes, sending pure rage up Matt's spine and fear up yours.

Joey had a drink in hand and what looked like bodyguards either side of him, clearly knowing the truth of the awkwardness but finding it amusing.

Matt looked to you quickly, eyes sparkling with guilt from now knowing the truth - now knowing truly why you were so upset with him.

So many versions could’ve played out and he realised now he was lucky that the only consequence was your anger towards him.

Any other option could’ve been so much worse, especially with Joey involved.

Matt shielded your body with his. “Walk away, Joey.”

“Did I do something?” he spoke with a shitty faux innocence, making Matt roll his eyes.

You shook your head, refusing, and you knew Matt could tell why.

He fished through his pockets, retrieving car keys and half turning to you. “You go get in my car, I won't be long.”

Matt's eyes were gentle, trying to calm you but the idea of walking on your own in the dark to a car you didn't know where it was felt almost as bad as staying there.

“I’m just being friendly, I don't understand.” Joey chuckled quietly, rallying his friends to laugh with him - at Matt, at dotty, at the anxiety they were inducing.

“Oh, you know full well you piece of shit.”

He was mocking him. You knew how much Matt hated being mocked. You were surprised he didn't punch him the second the drink spilt.

Joey stepped closer, your eyes widening at the sight. You knew what happened when he had that look in his eyes.

He shoved his drink into Matt's chest, some drips spilling out the sides and onto Matt’s clothes. “Drink this, and fucking lighten up. Okay?”

“Get her drunk too. It's the only way she lets someone fuck her-”

That's when Matt swung - you hated fights and blood and anger but the sight of joey weak and paying the price of being cruel was something you were grateful for. Until he wouldn't stop hitting.

You were still partially convinced it was your fault every time he hurt you. He didn't know how to cope and you were a punching bag.

Matt knew almost everything Joey had done.

He knew every way it still affected you daily. Worst of all, he knew that a part of you felt sorry for having left him. Memories of holding joey in your arms as he cried, taking care of him when he was weak.

You tolerated it for so long until you couldn't, until Matt turned into your personal shield and kept you safe.

As blood seemed to spread over every inch of Joey's face, you felt guilty. You felt like it would come back to bite you - you felt like you'd have to take care of Joey all over again.

Matt's eyes flicked to you, seeing panic, no sign of relief. He knew a part of you wanted Matt to go too far so you’d never have the chance of seeing Joey ever again. He also knew there was a part of you too terrified he’d still find a way to haunt you, worse than he already did.

There was more than one advantage to losing, if he ignored the embarrassment of losing the fight he started.

Then his mind turned selfish.

Matt couldn't bear the idea you would have sympathy for Joey. Maybe it would work better for him if your sympathy was for Matt.

Matt tried to push him off, not as much as he was capable. He dodged certain blows but not all the ones he could've. His eyes searched for Chris - as much as he now needed to lose, he didn't think dying in front of you was the right decision either.

He was forced to choose quickly when Joey gained initiative to tackle Matt down and start his own attack.

Joey was thrown off Matt, and his brother helped him to his feet. Matt felt the blood running down his face and the pulsing that tried to escape his skin.

Joey’s friends helped him up, laughing at the sight of Matt which Joey tried to take part in but the cut in his lip partially prohibited him.

Matt didn't take note of any of this, staring directly at you as he walked over.

You tried to cradle his face, removing your hands when Matt winced but he placed his hands over yours to keep them there, soaking in the feeling of your touch and finding relief in it.

He relished in every touch you gave to him - letting him lean on you in the car, holding his hand as you walked him to the bathroom when you got home so you could clean him up.

Matt could ignore the sharp pain as you wiped the blood away, shoving down the guilt from knowing he twisted the night’s event into his favor - creating sympathy in your heart for him. Partly, he knew he should feel more guilty, but it was hard too.

You stared intently at him, like you were making up for lost time.

“Youre not staying?” he whispered, feeling your hand retreat away from his.

When you were satisfied with the state of his face, you took his hand and walked him to his room. Letting him settle into his bed, Matt expected you to cuddle up to him.

Maybe he was hoping too extremely.

You placed a kiss to his cheek - all the thanks he was getting from you.

You walked away from him again. The way he deserved, the way he’d forced you to. He knew he was going to have to get used to the fact he didn't deserve you, but he didn't want to stop trying to.

Door closed behind you, but despite the meters you were putting between you and him, he felt closer.

He’d take a million punches if it meant having you close, even for those small moments. Matt just had to prove it to you, as many times as you wanted him to.

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he was like a zombie. eyes completely blank as he stared at his screen and scrolled without thinking.

she'd put her pencils and paper down a little while ago, dropped on her side table as she faced chris, waiting for him to notice. his focus didn't falter, legs layed out flat on the bed with his head rested back on the headboard.

dotty shuffled closer, trying to force eye contact.

he let out a deep breath as he finally snapped out of it, dropping his device carelessly and returning dottys eye contact for the first time in hours.

"you okay?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes and not actually trying to read her facial expression for a response.

she didn't nod or shake her head, she just shuffled closer.

chris picked back up his phone, checking through various notifications he hadn't noticed come through while he had zoned out. dotty was a little irritated with the lack of attention, sighing and poking at his face so he'd look back her way.

he chuckled, leaning into the touch and meeting her eyes once again.

"what're you doin'?"

her grip moved to both of his shoulders, placing herself directly in front of him on his lap. chris discarded his phone to the table on the side of where he was sat, earning a smile from dotty as she was on her way to getting what she wanted.

she rested her wrists on either side of his neck, reaching back to play with the curled locks of hair. he leaned back a little to more easily stare up at her, letting out low groans of approval as she worked her fingers more deeply and scratched gently at his scalp.

she giggled at his noises, not used to this kind of reaction. she shuffled her hips even closer, concentrating on continuing the soothing movements in his hair, her smile never fading. chris' hands were placed near her knees, slowly moving up and gripping her thighs a little harder as time went on. he turned his face to the side to place soft kisses to her wrist, tilting to look up at dotty while her smile grew a little wider.

the moment had gotten out of hand quickly - not that either of them wanted to stop.

his hands got more explorative, reaching back to place his hands delicately over the skin of her ass and towards the hem of her short skirt that had ridden up. heat rose to her face, still maintaining chris' eye contact as it morphed from playful to a look of lust and admiration.

the desperation had formed in dotty far too quickly, forcing herself to look down at his lap in embarrassment, moving her hands to be placed on his chest, only just gripping his shirt enough to keep her hands still.

chris laughed at her movements, pushing her ass to move her hips even closer into his, grinning wider as she let him, letting out a soft gasp.

"feel good?" he taunted.

she nodded, leaning down to rest her head on his shoulder.

"wan' more?" he whispered suggestively, completely desperate but far too under her command to show it just as much as he felt it. dotty nodded once more.

his hands began kneading her ass with increasing force, her little noises sending heat spreading all through him. dottys grip on him grew tighter as if she was afraid he would stop.

chris needed a little more. "cmon, look at me. please?" he managed to speak, wanting nothing more than to see the pleasure written all across her facial features. chris grinded his hips into hers, needing to see her wanting it and wanting more.

she pushed herself out of the comfortable space, sitting up, gripping chris' shirt tightly as she experienced pleasure she'd never felt or even thought of before.

"there she is." he mumbled almost to himself.

chris' eyes had darkened, his sick fantasy he'd buried in his mind was now in his grasp. he grabbed at the skin or her ass, pushing her hips against his in a rocking motion, encouraging dotty to follow the movement herself. "you got it, move your hips with me baby."

her noises grew in pitch, forcing herself to echo his movements.

"you wan' it?"

the moans escaped her before she had the ability to process what they were. she nodded repetitively, thoroughly, ensuring he'd keep going.

"wan' me to make you feel good? bet it does already"

she barely registered herself grinding into him harder and faster as he spoke, earning a small laugh from chris who used his hold on her to support the movements.

her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, the knot inside her building up as her body began aching from the physical strain.

"just a lil more, c'mon."

she pushed on, ignoring the tension in her tired limbs, utterly desperate to reach her high. chris reached up with one hand to grip her chin, forcing eye contact once again. it was possessive, contrasting the way he gently caressed her face with his thumb.

"doing so fucking good for me, baby. show me it feels good."

his eyes flicked between dottys features, focusing in on her lips to watch as uncontrolled gasps and groans escaped her. she swallowed them down, leaning forward somewhat intimidated. chris took most of the control of her hips movements, leaning into dotty to trace his lips over hers, waiting for her to close the gap.

the movements grew ever so slightly slower, but much harder, groans relentless from the two of them. dotty finally pressed her lips to his, chris moved his hand from her chin to the back of her neck. he pushed her close against him, deepening the kiss to practically devour her moans. it was better than anything he'd ever had before.

they both increased their paces, harmonising with each other with fueling desperation from the kisses. dottys hips stuttered, the knot snapping inside of her as chris gripped her hips to ride out her high and reach his own. they moaned into each other's mouths, completely wrecked, gripping each other for support.

they finally pulled apart from the kiss, dotty sighed and breathed deeply to regain her composure. chris leaned his head back against the headboard, exhausted and worn out. she rested her head back on his shoulder, resting her eyes and relaxing into a steady pace of breath.

chris rubbed soothing patterns with his palm on her sides, placing kisses atop her head and listening closely to her breaths.

"was that okay?" he whispered unsure.

she smiled and nodded a little embarrassed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing herself close against him. she leaned her head a little towards his neck to place a few kisses before just resting against him.

"gotta get us cleaned up then?"

dotty groaned in exhaustion, holding him tighter in refusal to move.

"c'mon baby it's okay" he whispered into her hair, beginning to shift with a secure grip on her, holding her as he walked them to the bathroom so he could run the both of them a bath. chris smiled to himself as she persisted her hold on him, his heart warm from having her this close to him.

last blurb before I have my break I hope you enjoyed :c

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"dotty- what are you doing?"

her little face poked out of the hole in the blanket, she fiddled with the edges of it to wrap it around herself as if it was a robe. Chris began giggling at the way her expression didnt even change, a flat smile as if she was doing something serious. she crossed her arms while keeping a hold on the covers.

"you look like a mushroom."

she furrowed her brows and chris laughed again in response, reaching to stroke her soft jawline with his thumb.

she tapped her finger on her lips, poking her head out like a sniffing puppy.

"you want a kiss?" dotty finally smiled, head a little lower from growing embarrassment. "come get one."

he tilted his head a little to the side, a playful smirk on his face as he watched her movements closely. she'd never initiated one before, body feeling as if it weighed twice as much as she crawled closer to him on his bed. chris' confidence faltered only slightly, enjoyed the way she moved slowly a bit more than he probably shouldve.

she watched her hands closely as she placed them gently above his knees, noticing the way his breath hitched when she looked up at him.

she knelt on her knees to reach close enough to his face, relaxing when she felt chris' palm on her lower back for both encouragement and physical support.

her lips ghosted over his, grinning slightly as he grew more and more desperate as she drew it out. as soon as she pressed her lips against his, chris leant his face forward and reached his hand to the back of her neck to deepen it.

everything between them had been gentle. this was more than that.

it was full intensity and passion, tasting and grabbing at each other. dotty clawed at his shirt for stability, enough to reassure chris that she really wanted it.

chris gripped her hips, pulling them flush against his chest before she broke the kiss in a gasp and to catch her breath. he grinned as he watched the way her chest moved in sync with her deep breaths, eyes locked onto each other's.

her eyes scanned his face, practically begging for him to make the next move.

his hand moved to her chin, gripping with just enough pressure to make her a little more nervous. he leaned down again, chasing back the feeling from before. Chris' other hand caressed her sides as he moved back to her ass. her mouth widened into the kiss when he squeezed it tightly, slipping his tongue past her lips in response.

she moaned at the feeling, chris groaned as if desperate to taste it before it was lost.

dotty pawed at his shirt, slowly slipping her hand under it, unsure of her own movements. she felt his grin through the kiss, trying to reconnect their lips when he leaned back to analyse her expression. he laughed mockingly in her face when she kept moving forwards, not stopping when she fully retreated to frown at him.

he stopped to press a quick kiss to her cheek, sitting back to tug at the hem of his shirt. she couldn't hold back her grin, looking to the side of the room rather than into his eyes. Chris took the opportunity to hurriedly trail kisses over her neck and down to her collarbone. he shifted slightly allowing dotty to sit more coordinated on his lap.

she wrapped an arm around the back of his neck, resting her other on his chest so he kept access to start nibbling at her soft skin. that hand moved down gently, placing it over chris' to move it slowly up her torso. she cried out in pleasure as he began massaging her tit, pulling his head back to watch her expressions.

he deeply kissed her again, swallowing her moans. she used both her hands to hold his face against hers in desperation for him not to stop. dotty whined when he broke the kiss once again. he breathed deep and quick before speaking.

"can I do more?"

she nodded eagerly, eyes flicking back and forth between his in a silent beg. Chris smirked at her desperation.

he joined their lips together again to dottys approval, letting his hand slowly creep up her thigh and just under the hem of her skirt. her body twitched slightly in anticipation, deepening her kiss to make sure chris didn't mistake her for wanting him to stop.

he groaned into her mouth, hand moving more hurriedly towards her mound to trace his finger lightly over it. her hips twitched forward with urgency, chasing a feeling that had barely yet formed.

he placed his hand against it more firmly, using his grip on her waist to encourage her to move against it. she hesitantly did, whining in needs as their mouths moved against each other in complete and utter need for each other.

"do you wanna ride me, baby?" he pulled away to whisper sweetly into her ear.

she shook her head quickly, eyes widening in the pressure the suggestion would involve.

he laughed lowly "no? want me to do everything?"

dotty nodded slowly, her stare burning into chris' eyes as he applied more pressure to her heat.

"can I take this off?" he moved his hand away to tug at her shirt, his eyes unable to hide the hungry glint in them.

dotty removed her hands from his shoulder, taking care to pull the fabric over her head. Chris couldn't help but flick his eyes back and forth from her chest to her pleading wide eyes. he was practically salivating, blinking at the sight as if unsure of the realness of the moment playing out in front of him. he swallowed deeply to gain back his concentration.

"lay down for me, baby?"

she smiled shyly, moving herself off his lap and watching chris' movements off the bed to give her room. she propped her head against his pillow, anxiously fiddling with her hands while she watched him unbuckle his pants.

she couldn't look towards his crotch as he unzipped them, meeting his heated gaze instead. he finally climbed back onto the bed, kneeling in front of her. he gently held her knees, a silent invitation for her to part them but his touch was light enough that it was fully under her control.

she relaxed enough that chris fit himself in the gap between her legs, reaching to nibble at her neck. he held her hips tightly, gradually moving them towards her clothed heat under her skirt.

he swallowed her moans as he finally shifted her panties to the side, gently feeling the wetness from her folds. dotty used his hair to ground herself when he slid a finger into her hole, slowly thrusting them into her.

the kissing on her neck got more passionate and messy, groaning in response to the sound of her needy whining.

he stopped to watch her expressions, mouth widening in silent moans when he increased his pace.

"feel good?"

she nodded frantically, reaching to hold chris' to partially prevent him from stopping. he smirked from her reaction, sitting himself up and holding her leg. he slowed down before adding another finger, working his speed up faster this time.

she arched her back into the feeling, crying out as her hips moved in pace with his motions in and out of her. he pushed her legs higher, reaching deeper inside her while the knot in her stomach tightened. her moans reached higher in pitch, chris halted his movements before she could get the release she was craving.

she tried to pull his wrist back, whining at the empty feeling. he reached for her panties, eyes flicking towards hers for approval before tugging them down. he mirrored the action for his own boxers, noticing the way she held her skirt firmly.

"wanna keep it on?"

she firmly agreed, desperate for the pleasure but not ready to expose herself so fully to him.

"still want this?"

giving the same response again, she finally let her eyes fall between his legs. wide eyed, she finally fully processed what was happening.

"you wanna stop you tap me twice, or literally just hit me in the face."

dottys eyebrows furrowed in confusion, only letting her face relax when chris giggled at her reaction.

"im half joking, alright?"

she nodded again, reaching one hand towards his face so their lips met together as before. she tugged at his hair, needy for his closeness, needy for him.

he reached a hand down to hold his cock, stroking slowly a few times before teasing her folds.

"im gonna put it in now, okay?"

she let out the tiniest of whines in response to his words, nibbling at her lips as she focused on his eyes and the feeling lower down. he had a reassuring stare, breathing heavy out of his burning full body ache to be inside her.

chris took it slow, how she needed it to be. he finally pushed his tip into her wetness, both of their mouths parting slightly. the lack of pain in her expression gave him the confidence to push forwards, working his way deep into her hole.

dotty gripped onto his shoulder, crying out the moment it got too much.

he slowed down his movements, kissing her neck and cheek repeatedly to reassure her.

"you got it, you got it" he whispered inbetween.

she let out little whimpers when he finally bottomed out, searching chris' eyes for approval. he was preoccupied trying not to cum on the stop.

"you feel so fucking good" he groaned lowly, analysing her faces movements when he slowly started to pull back out. she grabbed his bicep for support.

he began thrusting cautiously in and out of her, moving one of his hands to palm and grab at her tit. she held onto his wrist, mouth fully agape from the new sensation. when he'd bottom out he kept pushing, reaching spots she felt weren't even possible.

he increased his pace with her moans for motivation. she arched slightly into the feeling.

"good girl, there you go" chris teased, pace faster and harder now.

he worked out the perfect pattern, dotty whimpering with every thrust up. he could tell she felt good, but he needed more, he wanted her to practically lose herself in the pleasure.

he grabbed her leg to rest it on his shoulder, he leaned down slowly towards her, devouring her whines and moans with his mouth as the knot inside her tightened. he held her other leg just above the hem of her skirt.

he leaned back, focusing entirely on moving faster and reaching deep into her. dotty worked hard to keep her eyes open, chris found the way her eyelashes fluttered and eyebrows furrowed to be the most perfect sight.

she gripped the sheets as the pleasure only kept heightenimg and filling her entire body.

he cursed out repeatedly, chasing her release more than his own despite how close it was.

"my fucking girl, yeah?"

she moaned and desperately nodded, admiring the relentless hunger in his eyes. she looked towards where her skirt covered where they joined together, whining to herself at her inability to see it.

she reached for it, pulling it up to cover her stomach instead. Chris let out a groan at the sight, the way her juices covered his cock.

"look how well you take me, baby."

she strained her eyes to not look away, watching him push his huge dick so far inside her. chris studied the way her pussy fully took him in, as needy as her moans sounded.

his pace reached a new speed, practically forcing her climax out of her. Chris kissed her through it, groaning into her mouth before slowing down a little after they'd both had their release.

with dropping eyelids and heavy breaths they stared at each other in awe.

"you okay?"

she calmly nodded, moving to trace over his bottom lip with her thumb. chris leaned his head to the side pressing kisses on her palm, his smile grew when he saw hers.

he shifted down to rest fully on her stomach, intertwining their fingers either each other as he caught his breath back fully. dotty was far gone, not even flinching when he sat himself to get dressed and wipe himself clean. he tapped at her knees before cautiously wiping her down.

he grabbed one of his baggier shirts, helping dotty to sit up so he could place it over her.

she whined when he walked away again, missing his affection already.

he giggled, partially hurrying before settling next to her, pulling her to lay on his chest.

"better?" she nodded in response, clawing at his shirt before relaxing fully into sleep.