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I need a ChrisMD fic where George is streaming and the reader is trying to have sex with Chris. Chris gives us and goes into George’s room and unplugs his stream because he’s so over it. George tweets that chris is in a bad mood but chris is too busy having sex with his girlfriend to care

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Stream interrupted - Chrismd

Chris was trying—really trying—to focus.

The bed creaked under him in protest, the sheets warm and tangled, Y/N’s leg slipping over his hip as she shifted closer, mouth brushing just beneath his ear. The kiss was soft, slow, a question asked without words—one that Chris very much wanted to answer.

Her fingers skimmed up beneath his shirt, nails dragging lightly down his back. He let out a low breath, eyes fluttering shut as she kissed down the column of his throat.

And then—

“NO WAY—chat, did you see that? Man’s moving like his controller’s got a five-second delay. Actual disgrace.”

Chris’s head hit the pillow with a frustrated thud.

Y/N paused, lifting her head with a stifled laugh. “Is he playing GTA again?”

Chris groaned. “He’s got the entire flat sounding like a Twitch convention. I’m literally being heckled through the wall.”

“Could be worse,” she teased, grinning against his jaw. “He could’ve said your name.”

Another yell echoed through the wall.

“I SWEAR if you clip that—Chris is gonna get demonetised just from proximity!”

Chris sat up with a muttered curse. “That’s it. I’m ending this man’s career.”

Y/N blinked, half-laughing. “Babe, you’re literally—wait—Chris—”

But he was already halfway across the flat, joggers hanging low on his hips, no shirt, barefoot stomping down the hall like a man possessed. He didn’t knock. He didn’t hesitate.

He kicked George’s door open.

George spun in his chair like he’d been caught watching something illegal. “Jesus Christ—what are you—”

Chris didn’t answer. He walked straight over, leaned down, and with zero hesitation—click—yanked the plug from George’s streaming setup. The entire rig went dark.

Chat died mid-‘LMAOOOO’.

George blinked. “Did you just… kill my stream?”

Chris was already halfway out the door. “I’m trying to have sex, George. Kindly shut the fuck up.”

Back in the bedroom, Y/N was laughing so hard she’d rolled onto her stomach, face buried in a pillow.

Chris shut the door behind him and crossed back to the bed, all mock irritation and flushed cheeks. “Right. Where were we?”

She grinned, grabbing him by the waistband and dragging him back down into the sheets. “You were trying to focus.”

This time, there were no interruptions.

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Ten minutes later, a tweet appeared on George’s feed:

chris is in a mood btw

Not five minutes after that, Chris replied:

in my girlfriend actually. cheers x

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A very short one shot but I’m bad after a short break!! I’m a teacher and I started this blog while on school holidays, finding time is a littler trickier now but I hope you enjoy xxx

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