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Ouuu that’s a good idea!! I didn’t see your request, thank you for bringing it up again!!

I’m not really “travelling”, like today I have to travel to get to my grandmas celebration of life tomorrow morning, and the times before it was for other personal things but not really any trips sadly lol😂

6:00pm:

Youre in the kitchen cooking dinner right now while Matt’s in the playroom with Charlotte. He’s sitting cross legged on the floor with her, fully invested in playing Barbies because obviously Charlotte told him exactly which Barbie he’s allowed to be. He’s doing the voices, helping her change their outfits, and letting her boss him around while she makes up the most random storyline ever.

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Part 4 of lakehouse chris!

Summary: You go to the kitchen to get water in the middle of the night, and Chris happens to be there, and you go somewhere private.

Warnings: smut, p in v, kissing, riding, back shots.

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The house had finally gone quiet. Not completely silent, but close enough that every little sound felt louder than it should’ve, the hum of the fridge, the faint creak of the floors, the soft rush of wind off the lake outside. You laid in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling, but your body still felt restless, your mind too awake from the night. From him. The way he’d looked at you all day hadn’t left your head. It was still there, sitting heavy in your chest, making it impossible to just fall asleep like nothing happened.

You pushed the covers back and slipped out of bed, hoodie falling loosely over your frame as you made your way downstairs. You just needed something cold. Something to clear your head.

The kitchen light was low, casting a soft glow across the counters as you walked over to the fridge, pulling it open and reaching for a glass, “Couldn’t sleep either?”

You froze for half a second before turning. Chris. He was leaning against the counter like he belonged there, like he’d been waiting, his arms crossed loosely over his chest. His hair was messy, his shirt slightly wrinkled, and the second your eyes met his, that same tension from earlier came rushing back like it had never left.

“Just needed water,” you said, your voice quieter than usual as you grabbed a glass. “Too much to drink.”

He nodded slightly, pushing himself off the counter. “Yeah same.”

You filled the glass with ice, the clinking sound echoing softly, then poured the water slowly, hyper aware of the way he was watching you now. Not from across the room. Not in passing. Right there.

When you turned back around, you leaned against the counter, lifting the glass to your lips, letting the cold water settle you for a second.

“You always up this late?” you asked.

“Only when I can’t stop thinking,” he said, his tone light, but there was something under it.

Your eyes flicked up to his. “About what?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer. Not enough to touch you, but enough that you felt it. The shift in space. The way the air between you changed instantly. “You’re hard to read,” he said quietly.

You tilted your head, a small smile pulling at your lips. “Or maybe you just haven’t figured me out yet.”

His gaze dropped, just for a second, to your lips before lifting again. “Maybe I want to.”

Your heart picked up. You set your glass down slowly behind you, your fingers lingering on the counter for a second longer than necessary. Neither of you moved away. Neither of you said anything. But you both felt it. The moment stretched, heavy and charged, until it snapped.

He kissed you. Slow at first, testing, giving you the chance to pull away. But the second you leaned in, his hand found your waist and yanked you closer. The kiss turned hungry, deep, desperate. Your back met the counter as your fingers twisted into his shirt, kissing him back just as hard.

You barely broke apart, breaths mingling. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” you whispered.

“I know,” Chris breathed, voice rough.

Neither of you stopped. His mouth crashed back into yours, hotter, messier. His hand slipped under the hem of your hoodie, palm sliding over bare skin. You gasped softly, then let your own hand drift lower, boldly palming the hard bulge straining against his pants. Fuck, he was big, thick and heavy under your fingers. You rubbed him firmly through the fabric and Chris groaned into your mouth, the sound low and filthy, hips twitching forward into your touch.

“Still think you’re just getting water?” he rasped against your lips, voice wrecked.

You laughed breathlessly, squeezing him again. “You didn’t have to follow me.”

“Yeah, I did.” His voice dropped, dark with want. “Been hard for you all fucking day.”

The confession made heat flood between your legs. You kissed him harder, stroking his cock through his pants until he was panting into your mouth.

“Let go somewhere private,” he growled.

Your stomach flipped. You grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the stairs, both of you moving as quietly as you could through the sleeping house, hearts pounding. The second your bedroom door clicked shut behind you, he was on you again.

Clothes came off in a rush, your hoodie, his shirt, pants shoved down. He backed you toward the bed, kissing you like he’d die if he stopped. While you were kissing, you turned his body and he was against the bed. When you pushed him down onto his back and climbed on top, Chris’s hands gripped your hips hard.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, eyes dark as you straddled him. “So eager to ride my cock. That’s it, sink down on it, let me feel how wet you are for me.”

You sank down onto him slowly, moaning at the stretch. He was thick, filling you perfectly. “God, Chris, you feel so good,” you whimpered, starting to move, rolling your hips.

“Yeah?” He thrust up to meet you, voice rough. “Ride me harder, baby. Use me.”

You braced your hands on his chest and fucked him harder, the wet sound of your bodies filling the room. Pleasure coiled tight and fast. Chris’s filthy words pushed you over the edge, your first orgasm hit hard, thighs shaking as you clenched around him, crying out while he kept thrusting up into you through the waves.

But he didn’t let you stop. He flipped you onto your hands and knees, gripping your hips and slamming back into you from behind in one smooth thrust.

“Shit.. yes,” you moaned, pushing back against him. “Harder, Chris. You’re making me feel so fucking good.”

“Greedy little thing,” he grunted, pounding into you deep and relentless, the slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet room. “This what you wanted? My cock ruining this tight pussy?” One hand slid between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight circles while he drove into you. “Fuck, you’re dripping down my cock. So good for me.”

He leaned over you, mouth close to your ear. “Moan into the pillow, baby. Don’t want anyone hearing how loud I’m making you scream.”

You buried your face in the pillow as he fucked you even harder, hips snapping against your ass, thick cock hitting deep with every thrust. The second orgasm crashed through you, your walls pulsing around him as you cried out into the fabric, body shaking.

Chris kept going, relentless, one hand fisting your hair while the other kept working your clit. “That’s it, give me another one. Cum on this dick again, I can feel how close you are. Gonna milk me so fucking good.”

The intense rhythm, the way he filled you so completely, and his dirty commands sent you spiraling into a third orgasm, longer and deeper than the others, your whole body trembling as you clenched tight around him.

Only when your third climax left you trembling did he finally pull out with a low groan. He stroked himself fast, and you felt the hot stripes of his cum land across your back as he came with a guttural sound.

For a moment the room was quiet except for your ragged breathing. Chris sat back, catching his breath, then reached for his shirt. He pulled it on and stood, glancing down at you with a small, satisfied smirk.

“That was fun.”

You let out a breathless laugh, still sprawled on the bed. “Yeah.”

“We should do that again sometime,” he said casually, like it was nothing.

“Maybe.”

He gave you one last heated look, then slipped out of the room as quietly as he’d come in, closing the door behind him without a sound.

And just like that, it stayed between you.