#chrismd fluff

[orchidniins]

Cupid Clarkey | Chris Dixon

Summary: George Clarke plays matchmaker for his best friend and his flatmate. Pairing: ChrisMD x f!Reader, Best Friend!George Clarke Warning: Fluff Word count: 9.3k+ A/N: Thanks anon for this request! The timeline in the fic sorta jumps forward quickly (just don't think about it too much😗 ). This is my longest fic ever and I would really appreciate feedback on it! Hope you enjoy it!

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“Can you get off my Hinge already, Y/N?” George's annoyed voice cut through the blaring music of the pub as he tried (and failed) to snatch his phone out of your hand.

“I'm trying to find you a girlfriend, Georgie,” you retorted, laughing as you dodged his attempts.

You were currently squished into a booth in the pub, sitting next to George, both of you a few drinks in (though you were definitely more drunk than him), swiping away on his Hinge profile and bickering like you two used to back in uni.

Having just moved to London a few weeks ago, tonight was a reunion of sorts. You were meeting up with George and a bunch of other friends from your uni days.

You and him had met in the first week of school, initially sitting next to each other in class, which turned into late-night study sessions and eventually blossomed into a close friendship.

George rolled his eyes. “Oh please, like you’re any better at this than I am.”

“Better at what? Being single or being hopeless at dating?” you shot back, smirking.

“How long has it been since your last relationship?” George challenged, raising an eyebrow at you.

You scoffed and looked back at him. “And how long has it been since you’ve been laid?” you teased, swiping left on yet another profile.

“Oh, trust me, Y/N, I get action,” George shot back, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Oh please, the only action you’ve seen is from your right hand,” you said, laughing at him.

“Well, that’s a lot coming from you,” George countered. “You haven’t dated since that prick from uni.”

“I actually enjoy being single,” you said, shrugging. “All you do is cry about it. You always say you want a girlfriend, but you turn down every girl that approaches you.”

George snorted. “Say that to the pint of ice cream you finished last week in under an hour while watching that chick movie and bawling your eyes out about wanting a boyfriend.”

“Whatever,” you huffed, turning back to his phone. “Oh, you got a match! I’m gonna message her.”

“Absolutely not!” George exclaimed, finally managing to pry his phone out of your hands. “Maybe if you were a little less picky, you wouldn’t be single.”

You looked at him in shock and surprise. “Really? You’re gonna talk to me about being picky?”

“You say that, but you’re the one with the mile-long checklist, not everyone can be as perfect as me, Y/N.” George retorted, shaking his head.

“If you’re so perfect, then maybe we should just date, Georgie,” you said jokingly, nudging him with your shoulder.

The both of you went silent for a moment, staring blankly at each other. Then, simultaneously, you shuddered at the thought. “No!” you both said in unison, laughing.

“God, that’d be like dating my sister,” George said, acting outwardly disgusted at your joke.

You stuck your tongue out at him, making a face.

You two continue your bickering, the atmosphere in the pub buzzing with laughter and chatter from your group of friends. After a while, your friends scatter around the pub, leaving just you and George in the booth. Just as you're deep in banter, an unfamiliar voice interrupts you two.

“Hey man,” a voice said, and you looked up to see a man with blonde curly hair approaching your booth. George got up to greet him, and from where you’re sitting, it’s very obvious that he was quite drunk himself.

"Chris, mate, how drunk are you already?" George asked, as if he had read your mind, with a chuckle, clapping Chris on the back.

Chris laughed, his grin widening. "Chip's pub golf videos always destroy me," he replied, his words slightly slurred as he swayed a little.

Chris glanced over at you, his eyes momentarily focusing as he took in your presence. "Hope I’m not interrupting," he said teasingly, turning back to George, flashing a mischievous grin.

George chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, mate, you're good. Go get yourself a drink and join us." Chris headed off to the bar, and George sat back down.

Chris returned with his drink and slid into the booth, his easy smile and sparkling eyes catching your attention.

“So, who’s your friend?” Chris asked, nodding towards you with a playful grin.

“Y/N, this is Chris, the flatmate,” George introduced, gesturing between the two of you. “Chris, this is Y/N, the best friend.”

“Hey, nice to meet you,” you greeted Chris warmly.

Chris grinned back at you. “George is wrong, you know. I’m the best friend.”

“No, you’re wrong. I've known him longer, so I am his only best friend,” you say, as you laugh at him.

“Don’t need to fight, guys,” George interjects, “There’s enough of me to go around.”

“That’s just not right,” Chris replies, ignoring George. “I live with him. Do you know how much shit I put up with? Surely that makes me his best friend.”

You chuckle, “Okay…but have you had him shotgun a can an hour before a final, puke all over your bed, and then have to clean it up and make sure he gets to campus in time?”

Chris grins, “Alright, but have you had to deal with his shit love life? Or lack thereof? And like have had to listen to him complain all the time.”

You exasperatedly add, “Yeah! Actually, I have,” you say, nodding at Chris.

You turn to George. “Honestly, George mate, you're a mess. I don’t even want to be your best friend anymore.”

Chris nods in agreement. “Yeah, man, you’re kind of a pain in the ass.”

George looks between the two of you, bewildered. “What the fuck is happening?”

You and Chris exchange a look. “Maybe we should become best friends and ditch George,” Chris suggests, winking at you.

“Guys, can we go back to both of you fighting over me?” George says, and you and Chris burst out laughing at him.

You find yourself feeling instantly drawn to Chris's charm. After a bit of small talk, you learn that Chris had been out for a shoot and decided to drop by the pub where George was once he finished. You had heard George talk about Chris before and all the antics they’d gotten up to, but you hadn’t paid much heed to it until now.

And as the night went on and you got increasingly drunker, you found yourself sitting closer to Chris. George already knew this about you; you always got increasingly flirty and bolder when you were drunk—a stark contrast to your sober self. 

Usually, George was always one of your victims, jokingly hitting on him to piss him off, and he also always had to keep you away from creepy men when you were drunk. But now, with Chris in the mix, George honestly did not know what to say at the scene in front of him.

(A/N: I have no game whatsoever. Even if I did pull in the past, I was so drunk that I genuinely don’t remember. I did my best I promise)

“You’re pretty cute for someone who’s friends with George,” you say to Chris, a playful smile on your lips as you take another sip of your cocktail.

Chris grins and leans in closer. “And you’re pretty hot for someone who hangs out with him.”

You laugh, inching closer to him and playfully touching his bicep. "I know, I'm just naturally irresistible," you tease, giving him a sly look that hints at something more.

Chris chuckles, his eyes twinkling. “Well, I believe it. If you weren’t George’s friend, I’d have made a move on you the second I walked in.”

You raise an eyebrow, leaning in so your lips are just inches from his ear. “Who says you can’t make a move now?” you whisper, your breath warm against his skin. “Who knows, tonight might be your night.”

Chris’s breath hitches, his gaze darkening. “Is that so?” 

George groans. “You two are disgusting. Chris, stop hitting on her. Y/N get away from him!”

You brush off George, leaning even closer into Chris’s touch. “Ignore him, he’s no fun.” 

Chris says, "He's just jealous that I’ve got the attention of someone this beautiful," he murmurs back, his lips brushing lightly against your earlobe, his voice low and you hear George scoff in the back.

George rolls his eyes dramatically. “I can’t take any more of this. You two are unbearable.” He stands up, shaking his head. “I’m going to go close out our tab. You better be five feet apart when I get back.”

As George walks away, you and Chris are left alone, practically glued together at this point. “Looks like it’s just us now,” Chris murmurs, his hand migrating to your thigh, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

You smile coyly, leaning closer to him. “And what do you plan to do now that it’s just us?” you tease, your voice laced with playful anticipation.

Chris chuckles softly, his breath warm against your ear. “When George told me about you, he didn’t mention how incredibly sexy you are. If I had to be around someone as gorgeous as you, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”

Your heart flutters at his words, and you feel a rush of desire. “Well, it looks like you’re doing a pretty good job of controlling yourself so far,” you reply, your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.

Chris’s eyes darken with desire. “Who says I’m trying to control myself?” he murmurs, his lips hovering just above yours, lips so close that they are almost touching.

Before things could escalate further between you and Chris, George returned, breaking the intense moment. "Okay, I think it's time to get you two home," he announced.

Despite your protests, he manages to pull you off of Chris. As you stood up, the effects of the alcohol hit you, causing you to stumble. George quickly steadied you, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from falling over.

Realizing it was late and knowing you were in no state to go home alone, George insisted you crash at his place, which was closer than yours and the three of you hailed a cab back to the boy’s flat. 

Once there, George quickly dumps Chris in his room, before he sets you up in his own bed. He offers you some of his clothes to change out of your outfit and he opts to sleep on the couch for the night.

As you drifted towards sleep, the alcohol slowly wearing off, you couldn't help but rethink the events of the night. All your actions start to blur now, though a wave of embarrassment washes over you. You knew there would be consequences to face in the morning, but for now your body needed sleep.

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The next morning, you wake up with a pounding headache, the hazy memories of the previous night lingering in your mind. As the realization of your interaction with Chris sets in, all you wanted to do was bury yourself six feet under.

You stumble out of George’s bed, groaning softly as your head throbs. Dressed in George's oversized clothes, you made your way to the kitchen, clutching your head, desperately in need of coffee.

As you enter, you freeze at the sight of Chris, who’s already there, shuffling around in the kitchen.

He’s dressed in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, his hair tousled and the hangover evident on his face. You catch a glimpse of his abs when he reaches up to a cupboard, and despite your headache, you can’t help but stare for a moment, your brain going to dangerous places.

Chris turns around and spots you, offering a weak smile. You look away slightly embarrassed, fearing that you were caught staring. “Morning,” he says, his voice hoarse as he clears his throat.

“Morning,” you reply, trying to muster a smile despite the awkward tension that has settled into the air.

There’s a long, uncomfortable silence as you both avoid each other’s eyes, the memory of your flirtatious behavior lingering between you. Chris pours himself a glass of water, and you take the opportunity to grab a mug for coffee, hoping the caffeine will help clear your head. “Do you want a cup as well?” you ask, trying to break the silence.

“Huh? No, thanks,” he responds, clearly drawing himself out of wherever he had zoned out to for a minute.

“So, uh,” Chris begins hesitantly, stopping for a moment when you both hear George stirring on the couch. Chris gestures toward the balcony, and you grab your coffee and follow him outside. Once you two are there, you lean against the railing, both of you awkward, neither knowing what to say.

Chris is the first to break the silence, rubbing the back of his neck. “…last night…was something...I guess we were pretty drunk.”

“Yeah,” you agree quickly, trying to downplay your embarrassment. “Pretty drunk.”

He chuckles nervously. “I don’t usually… you know, act like that.”

“Me neither,” you admit, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “It was just the alcohol, I guess.”

“Definitely,” he nods, relief evident in his expression. “We can just, uh, forget about it, right?”

“Absolutely,” you say a bit too quickly. But, you feel your heart drop a little, though you don’t know why. Him wanting to not acknowledge what happened yesterday (though it was nothing) makes you slightly upset, but you don’t let it show on your face. You bury your face in your coffee, avoiding his gaze.

It was insane how comfortable you two were around each other last night, and now the air was replaced with this heavy awkwardness that neither of you knew how to break. And the worst part is you couldn’t even remember all that you did yesterday (But you're sure George won't let you forget).

“So, um, any plans for today?” Chris asks, trying to make small talk and pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Um, what? No, nothing. Just gonna get back to my place and crash,” you say, shaking your head. “You?” you ask him.

“Same,” he says. You nod in response, but neither of you knows how to continue. You both stand there, sipping your drinks and stealing glances at each other, the awkwardness palpable.

“So I should go,” you say, trying to get out of that situation as quickly as possible. Chris just nods, and you step back into the apartment, making a beeline for George’s room, just wanting to get out of there and back to your own space as quickly as possible.

All you can think is, what the hell is wrong with you? You weren’t usually like this with people…what is happening?

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After that day, George teased you endlessly about what happened with Chris. Each time, you brushed him off, ignoring his jabs, saying you didn’t want to talk about it or that you didn’t remember what happened, unwilling to revisit the embarrassing memories of that night.

You’d run into Chris a few times when you were over at the flat with George, but those interactions weren’t any better. Your interactions with Chris went from awkward to him just plain ignoring your presence now, and you didn’t know what you did wrong. Combined with how embarrassed you still felt about your actions, you decided it was better to just ignore him as well.

George would drop you knowing looks whenever that happened, but when he saw that you really didn’t want to talk about it, he eventually dropped the topic.

Until today, that was.

“I’m not feeling up to it,” you tell George, speaking with him over the phone.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. Just a movie night with some friends,” George tries to persuade you.

“I don’t know, George. I’m just not in the mood,” you reply, feeling a mix of anxiety and reluctance.

George sighs, knowing exactly why you’re hesitant. “Look, I get that things are awkward between you and Chris. But avoiding each other isn’t going to make it any better. We’re all friends here. Just come over, watch a movie, and relax. You don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to.”

You hesitate, biting your lip. “I just... I feel so embarrassed about everything. I don’t want to make things weird.”

“See, I don’t know exactly what’s going on with the both of you, but I can tell you’re overthinking it. Things are only as awkward as you make them. We’ll have a good time, I promise. And if it gets too much, you can always leave. Just give it a chance, yeah?”

You sigh, feeling the weight of his words. “You’re right. I’m just overthinking. It’s not a big deal. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Great! I’ll see you soon,” George says, the excitement evident in his voice.

And that is how you found yourself sitting on the floor in George’s flat, leaning up against the couch with "The Hangover" playing on the TV.

You were bundled up in a blanket, surrounded by scattered cushions, with the smell of popcorn in the air. George was sitting on the couch just behind you, lazily flicking popcorn at your head, which you returned by swatting him on the knee.

“Seriously, George, you’re worse than a child,” you scolded, turning around to look at him as another popcorn kernel hit you on the forehead.

“Can’t help it,” he replied with a grin. You whacked him on the thigh this time, but he still threw another piece your way.

It was just George and the Arthurs for now. Despite your cold conversations with Chris, you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit disappointed when George mentioned that Chris would be running late. Even with the weird energy between you two, you were kind of maybe hoping to see him today.

You were enjoying yourself, though. You’d met Arthur Hill a few times before and got along really well, and this was your first time meeting Mr. Television (as George liked to call him), and you were having a great time with the boys.

You pull your focus away from George and instead decide to just watch the movie when you hear the door open, and your eyes dart to the entrance. Chris walks in, dressed in dark cargos and a black sweatshirt, his curls messy from the day and it made him look a little rugged, and all you could think about was how good you thought he looked.

He swings his backpack onto the floor and starts taking off his coat, before he greeted everyone.

Your heart skips a beat at how effortlessly attractive he looked. Despite the cold vibes he had been giving you this whole time, you couldn’t deny your attraction towards him.

Outwardly, you were trying to be cool about it, but inwardly, you were itching to know why he was acting like this. You give him a tight-lipped smile as you make brief eye contact, but he quickly looks away, heading to his room.

George noticed the exchange and shook his head slightly. You shot him a look that said ‘stop it’, but you knew he’d bring this up later.

After a few minutes, Chris joins you all, settling on the floor next to you while the others remain on the couch. Other than the occasional instances where you pass him the popcorn, he avoids eye contact, but you can sometimes feel his gaze on you, especially when you and George bicker in loud whispers.

You reach for the coffee table, grabbing a can of seltzer, about to take a sip, only for George to snatch it out of your hand. “George!” you exclaim, swatting him on the arm before you wipe away the few drops of the drink that he managed to spill on your shirt.

You think you hear a chuckle from Chris, but when you turn to look in the direction of the sound, his eyes are glued to the TV.

After a bit, Chris gets up and heads to the kitchen. When he returns, he silently hands you a drink. You take it with a small, surprised smile, touched by the sweet gesture even if things between you two are still a little awkward. "Thanks," you murmur.

He nods in response, his genuine smile making your heart flutter before his eyes flick away from yours, and you feel yourself melt.

As the credits roll on the third film, George nudges you and suddenly pulls you into his room.

“What the fuck is going on with you and Chris?” George asks bluntly, shutting the door behind him.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Honestly, I have no idea. After that day at the pub, it’s been so weird. I don’t even know the guy, and I feel like he hates me or something. Is he like this with everyone he just meets?”

George frowns, looking apologetic. “Not really… Normally, you can’t get him to shut up.”

“I get such cold vibes from him,” you admit, frustration seeping into your voice. “What did I do wrong?… Whatever, I don’t care, but its annoying.” You pause, then add with a small, reluctant smile, “It doesn’t help that every time I look at him, I drool.”

George responds, slightly shocked, “I—I’m sorry, what?”

You roll your eyes and say, “I’ve been single for so long that I’m even attracted to your shitty friend.”

George laughs, shaking his head. “He can get on your nerves, but he’s not that bad. But, he can be a little socially challenged around people he—”

George stops mid-sentence, seeming to have a moment of realization, his expression shifting. “Huh.”

“What? What’s wrong?” you ask, confused.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” he says quickly, disappearing out of the room before you can press further.

You stand there confused for a second before you return to the living room, where Arthur Hill and Arthur TV was tidying up. You decide to join them, looking around, wondering where George and Chris had suddenly disappeared to.

You help them gather the empty bottles and snack wrappers, making small talk. Just as you're finishing up, George and Chris reappear, both looking shady as hell, whispering to each other. 

You look at George, giving him a pointed look. "What was that about?" you whisper, nodding toward Chris, who was leaning against the kitchen counter with the Arthurs, laughing about something.

George shrugs, trying to play it cool. "Nothing, just guy talk."

You give him a look. "Tell me."

"Really, it was nothing," he insists.

You roll your eyes, annoyed. "Fine, whatever, don’t tell me. I need to get home anyway, it’s getting late."

George quickly checks the time on his phone. "It’s almost midnight. Why don’t you just sleep here?"

"I just wanna be back in my own bed. At midnight is not that late, and I barely live like a 15 min walk away," you explain to him.

"You can just as easily walk home in the morning," he says.

Before you can protest, he continues, "You know what, fine. But I don’t want you going home alone." He turns toward the kitchen and shouts, "Chris! Do you mind driving Y/N back home? I would do it myself…but can’t drive mate."

Chris whips around, looking between the two of you, clearly flustered at George’s request. "Uh, sure, no problem."

You quickly interject, "It's okay, I can get home on my own. I don’t want to trouble you."

Chris clears his throat. "It's no trouble," he assures you, grabbing his keys. "Let's go."

You grab your stuff and walk out the door with him. The ride down in the elevator is silent. You play with your nails, trying to avoid his gaze, while he shifts uncomfortably beside you. When you reach the car, Chris opens the door for you, and you thank him. "Thanks, Chris."

"Don’t thank me yet," he jokes as you both buckle up. "I’ve only had my UK license for a month now, so we’ll see how this goes."

You look at him, slightly alarmed. "Seriously? Get me out of the car."

He laughs, and you join in. "I know how to drive, I just haven’t driven much since I moved to London."

Some of the tension eases, and you both relax a bit. He hands you his phone. "Can you enter your address into the GPS?"

You do, and as he starts driving Chris glances at you, "So, why did you move to London?"

You smile, happy to have a conversation starter. "Work, mostly. And also ‘cause I have friends here.”

He nods. “So, you liking London so far?”

You nod, looking at him as you speak. “Yeah, I like it. But the city gets overwhelming sometimes. Sometimes I just wanna run back home.”

Chris nods in agreement. “Same, especially when I miss my family. And I get it, sometimes you need to get away from George.”

You chuckle, wanting to keep the conversation going. “Be honest with me… how have you not killed him yet?”

He laughs, responding, “I won’t lie, I’ve plotted his murder many a times.”

You both laugh, and the conversation continues, light-hearted and easy. For the first time in like a month, the conversation between you two feels natural. And before you know it, you’d reached your apartment.

"Thanks for the ride, Chris," you say, unbuckling your seatbelt.

"No problem," he replies, his smile genuine. The air goes silent as you both stare at each other.

"Umm... goodnight," you say, quickly getting out of the car, feeling a tad bit awkward.

"Goodnight," he responds, and you gently close the door.

He waits until you're inside the building before driving off, and for the first time, you feel a warm, hopeful sensation in your chest and you can’t seem to wipe away the smile on your face the whole way up to your flat.

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The next day, you and George meet for dinner after you’re done with work. “I can’t believe he’s engaged”, you say as you move your food around on your plate, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Why do you care?” George asks between bites of his burger. “You hated him by the end of your relationship.”

“I know, but why does someone like him get to be happy?” you sighed. “I’m just tired of being single. Why is it so hard to find someone half decent?”

“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong places,” George says, trying to sound all philosophical.

You raise an eyebrow. “What are you on about?”

He shrugs, laughing as he says, “Maybe you should date Chris.”

You almost choke on your drink. “Chris? Really? Chris? We can barely hold a conversation!”

George smirks. “Didn’t you say you guys got along fine last night? And don’t get me started on drinks last month. And don’t lie to me…you think he’s hot,” he says, making a fake gag face.

“What? No, I don’t,” you protest. “I might be desperate, George, but not desperate enough to date your friends.”

“What’s wrong with dating one of my friends?” George mocks hurt.

“I was kinda hoping that once I got a boyfriend, I just wouldn’t have to see you anymore,” you joke.

George clutches his chest dramatically. “Ouch!”

The drive with him the other day was fine, more than fine and he was kind of sweet actually. You laugh, but the thought of dating Chris stays on your mind, an idea that you might not be all that opposed to. -------⋆✧⋆-------

A week had passed since your conversation with George, and despite trying not to let it affect you too much, you couldn't deny still feeling on cloud nine after that drive with Chris (even if it was barely 10 minutes long).

You and Chris were now following each other on social media. You'd occasionally chat or reply to each other's stories, gradually warming up to each other. You found yourself craving more time alone with him, curious about what it would be like to get to know him better.

But right now, you were looking forward to a quiet weekend in, finally getting to that book you had been putting off for weeks now. With a cozy blanket wrapped around you and a hot cup of tea, you settle onto your couch, eager to dive into your book.

Just as you start to get lost in the pages, a notification pops up on your screen. You peek over at your phone and see a text message from George.

George: Hello best friend Y/N: What do you want? George: Wow. Warm welcome Y/N: Fine. Hiii Georgieeee….What do you want? George: So you know how you are the smartest, strongest person I know 🥺 Y/N: Just spit it out 🙄 George: Can you please come over and help me build that dresser I ordered for my room? Y/N: And there it is... George: So..?  Y/N: No, don’t want to. George: Pleaseeeeee….I’ll buy you food Y/N: No George: Come on, please 😩 Y/N: No….you’re gonna make me do all the work George: I won’t...and I’ll throw in dessert  Y/N: You’re impossible  George: 👀 Y/N: Fine….See you in 10  George: 🫡🙇

With a sigh, you set your book aside and started getting ready to head over to George's place. Not bothering to change out of your comfy sweats, you threw on a jacket and made your way out.

When you arrived at George's flat, you knocked on the door and waited. To your surprise, Chris answered, looking equally surprised to see you. "Hey, Y/N. What are you doing here?"

“George asked me to come over, said he needed help building his dresser”, you explain, and Chris steps aside, letting you step inside.

Chris says, “Hmm, he asked me to help as well, after complaining for a straight 5 mins about not wanting to do it on his own.”

"That little bitch," you huffed, pulling out your phone from your pocket.

Y/N: Where the fuck are you!!??? George: Sorry emergency Y/N: What?  George: Please help a guy out Y/n: Why!? It’s your dresser! George: Chris will help Y/N: Wait George: Bye

You breathed out in frustration, realizing all too well what George was trying to do. Deep down, though, you were somewhat glad to have some time alone with Chris. Fingers crossed you'd be able to hold a conversation today.

You huffed and shoved your phone in your pocket, then turned to face Chris. "Yep, he's ditched us, the bastard," you said, looking back up at Chris who was watching you with an amused expression.

Chris chuckled, and you felt a bit self-conscious. "What?"

"The Powerpuff Girls?" he asked, a small smile curling up on his lips.

"What? I'm here to build furniture, not walk a red carpet," you replied, glancing down at your pajamas, trying to appear nonchalant but secretly cursing yourself for not dressing better. Chris just laughed, shaking his head.

“Great…it’s just the two of us." you said, catching Chris's attention as he looked at the unpacked table pieces that George had left for you.

Chris raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips. "You act like it's a bad thing."

You chuckled, picking up a screwdriver. "Let's just survive this project together first."

"Survive? Geez…It's just an Ikea dresser," Chris teased, walking towards the scattered pieces.

"Yeah, but have you ever tried assembling furniture with George? He pulls everything out of the box, doesn’t organize anything by the way, then he just gives up and leaves you to figure stuff out," you vented, holding up a loose screw you found on the floor a good distance from the table for emphasis.

Chris laughed, shaking his head. "Can't say that I have. Lucky for me you’re here to pick up the pieces," he joked lamely, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes, letting out a small laugh at his attempt.

"Let’s just build this stupid thing," you said, walking towards the mess.

Chris chuckled. "Yes, ma'am," he replied, looking around for the instruction manual.

Chris sighed in frustration, looking through the jumbled pieces. "Damn, where did George put those instructions?"

"Knowing George, he probably already threw out the instructions with the outer box," you said, half-jokingly. You fear you might be right, shuffling through everything and not finding the booklet.

You sit on the ground and try to organize the pieces, placing everything into neat piles. Chris picked up a piece and moved to place it in what he thought was the right pile.

"No, not that one," you said, pointing to a different pile. "Put that there."

Chris chuckled. "You're a little type A, aren't you?"

You grinned. "That's not the insult you think it is." You laughed lightly, enjoying the banter.

The two of you get on with trying to put the piece of furniture together.

Chris was completely engrossed in screwing in the legs, his brow furrowed in concentration. You couldn’t help but notice how his features hardened with determination, and you find him extremely attractive in this moment.

"You're really into this," you teased lightly, nudging him with your elbow as you passed him the next piece.

Chris glanced up, a playful glint in his eye. "Of course. Gotta impress you with my handyman skills."

You chuckled, kneeling down to align a set of screws. "Impress me, huh? Well, if you can get through this without instructions, color me impressed."

“Prepare to be amazed, Y/N,” Chris replied with a grin, returning to his task.

Your eyes involuntarily lingered on his arms, noticing how his t-shirt hugged his muscles snugly. You found yourself imagining running your hands across his arms and over his chest, remembering how you felt that night when inhibitions were lower.

Chris's voice snapped you out of your daze. "Sorry, what was that?" you asked, needing him to repeat his words.

"No, I was just…" Chris paused for a moment, sitting on the floor, pausing the task at hand. He hesitated as he looked up at you.

"Go on, what is it?" you encouraged him, curious about his question.

He started cautiously, "I've always wondered, why did you and George never date?"

You laughed softly, surprised by the question. “George? I don’t know, it’s just something that never happened. I don't even think either of us ever even considered our relationship to go that way”

Chris gives you a skeptical look, "Really? Not even once?"

"Not even once," you confirmed, shaking your head. "George and I have always been more like siblings."

Chris nodded softly, as if processing your answer. "Good to know."

Though slightly taken aback by his reaction, you chose not to dwell on it for too long.

“How did your shoot go this week?” you ask him.

Chris perks up a little, clearly pleased by your interest. "Oh, it was great! But it did go a lot longer than usual. I'll blame that on Arthur and his terrible football skills. But the audience will never find out. I should probably pay my editors more for making him look somewhat competent at football."

You both laugh, and Chris continues to talk about YouTube and some of his ideas. You can't help but smile at how passionate and happy he sounds when he talks about his work.

After a while, you two pull yourselves out of the conversation and get back to finishing the dresser. 

"So, if you had to rate my IKEA furniture-building skills, what would you give me?" Chris asks, a playful grin on his face as the two of you now sit on the couch.

"Hmm," you ponder, pretending to be deep in thought. "Solid seven."

"Seven!?" Chris asks, feigning outrage, leaning in a little closer. "I thought I did pretty good."

"It would be higher, but you get distracted easily," you tell him, the space between you and Chris now barely a breath.

"Well, you were the one distracting me," Chris says, and you're taken aback by his comment. Your mouth falls slightly open, suddenly very aware of the proximity between you two.

Before you can respond, the door swings open, and George walks in, looking between the two of you with a mischievous grin. "Well, you two seem to be getting along well." You quickly get up from your place next to Chris.

You stare back blankly at George, arms crossed over your chest. "How was your... emergency?"

George's grin widens. "All sorted," he replies nonchalantly, before turning around to enter his room. "So which one of you is gonna help me move the dresser into my room?"

You and Chris exchange annoyed looks, then smile at each other, his smile exceedingly tugging at your heart, before you both scream, "Do it yourself!"

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Over the next few weeks, you and Chris had become friends, finding yourself spending time with him more often. You still couldn’t believe that just a few months ago you two couldn’t even look each other in the eye. 

However, it seemed like every time you made plans with George or any of his friends, Chris was always there, and you two would magically end up alone together. You didn't think much of it, knowing that as much as you loved George, you hated him meddling in your love life, and he knew that as well. So, there’s no way he was involved, right? (Or maybe, deep down, you hoped that all the time you’ve been able to spend with Chris was somewhat of a sign and not your nosy best friend getting involved.)

You were at George’s place yet again (where else could you be? You only had like two friends) and helping him clean out his closet, stuffing his old clothes into donation boxes.

Slyly, you asked, “Where are the rest of your flatmates?”

George replied, “You know…they’re around,” without making eye contact, his back turned to you.

“And Chris?” you asked, slightly hopeful.

George looked up at you, almost as if he was wishing that you hadn’t asked that question.

You caught his expression, furrowing your eyebrows in worry. “What’s wrong?”

George placed the T-shirt he was folding gently into the box before turning to look at you. “Okay, so don’t get upset.”

“Why would I get upset?” you asked, a little concerned.

“Before I tell you, know that I told him not to do it,” George started.

“George... speak,” you demanded, poking him in the chest.

“Chris is out on a date,” he finally said.

You feel your heart plummet to the pit of your stomach, “Oh, good for him.”

George looked at you, clearly noticing your attempt to hide your disappointment. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be okay?” you said, trying to brush it off and distract yourself by placing more clothes into the box.

“Y/N, come on. You really don’t think I know you better than you know yourself?” he looked at you matter-of-factly and you were struggling to maintain eye contact with him.

“I’m fine, George,” you tell him, trying to get him to drop the topic, but he only looks at you like he doesn't believe you.

“Y/N. I know you like Chris”, he states and you feel your whole body freeze.

“What? No, I don’t,” you retorted, and honestly, even you couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth.

“Y/N—”

“George—”

“I see the way you look at him, Y/N, and when he speaks, you hang on his every word,” he interrupts you.

“George, no... Chris and I, we’re just barely friends,” you try to explain to him.

“I know you two had a rocky start, well, a drunk and touchy start,” he teased, dodging the T-shirt you threw at him, “but you’ve grown closer over the past few months and I think you’re just in denial about your feelings. Plus you look like you wanna jump him every time you look at him.”

You sat there on the edge of the bed for a minute, thinking about what George had said. Yes, things were a little iffy at the start, but you had grown to like his company. He was funny, quite sweet, and in recent times, easy to talk to. Not to mention, every time you looked at the man, it was like your brain short-circuited at how hot he looked.

George carefully considered his words before continuing. “You’ve always been like this, Y/N…cautious.”

As his words sank in, it dawned on you.

“Holy fuck, George! I like Chris,” you exclaimed, falling back onto the bed. “How did this happen? I feel like I’ve gone insane. When did I become so blind to my own feelings?”

George watched you in amusement, a small smile playing on his lips. “Took you long enough to admit it.”

“But–-,” you sat up, turning to George who was now sitting on the opposite corner of the bed, “there’s no way he likes me back.”

“Eh?” George responded, confused. “Why would you think that?”

“Because the guy is literally on a date right now,” you say, exasperated.

“So?”

“What do you mean, “So”? If he liked me even a little bit, he wouldn’t be going on dates,” you say, throwing your hands up in frustration.

“Probably because he doesn’t know you like him. Just tell the guy,” he suggests, his face soft, laced with concern.

“I can’t do that,” you look at him, your voice coming out almost broken.

“Why?” George comes to sit next to you, placing a comforting hand on your back.

You take a deep breath before you continue, “Because things just got somewhat good with him. We’re finally past that awkward phase and are friends now. I don’t want to go back to that cold phase when he ultimately rejects me.”

“He’s not gonna reject you, Y/N,” he says, throwing his arm around, pulling you into his side.

“How do you know?” you look up at him.

“For Christ’s sake, Y/N, just tell the guy how you feel.” he says, as he pulls away from you so that you’re both now facing each other.

“No, I can’t do that,” you said, getting up off his bed and heading out of his bedroom.

“What, Y/N! Where are you going?” he asked, following you.

“Home,” you said, making a beeline for the door.

“Why?"

“So that I can go to bed and wake up and forget about all of this,” you said looking back at him, hand now on the door knob.

“Y/N…”

“Bye, George,” you said, before opening the main door and closing it behind you, confusion and uncertainty swirling in your head.

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“Here,” Arthur Hill handed you a drink, and you threw him a quick thanks, quickly gulping down the liquid. Arthur looked at you, concerned. The party was lively around you, the usual chaos of a house party at George’s place.

George had convinced you to come to the party, saying it’d be a good distraction, to get your mind off of things—things being Chris. 

George had promised you that Chris was busy tonight and wouldn’t be here, so you reluctantly agreed (though George had to beg a lot more than he was hoping he’d have to).

You had only arrived a few minutes ago, and you already wanted to leave. You just wanted the peace and quiet of your room to contemplate about your doomed love life and drown your sorrows in a pint of ice cream.

“You okay?” Arthur asked, pulling you out of your daze. “You look distracted.”

“Hmm? Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied with a half-hearted smile and you were grateful that Arthur didn’t push any further.

"I'm gonna get myself another drink," you said, and Arthur nodded in response before you navigated through the crowd toward the kitchen.

You made yourself a drink, pouring whatever bottle of alcohol was closest to your reach into your cup, wanting something strong. If you couldn’t drown yourself in ice cream, alcohol would have to do. (Not your smartest idea, but oh well.)

You took a sip of your concoction, the liquid burning as it flowed down your throat. You turned around but just as you were about to head back to find Arthur, when you spotted him. Chris.

He was the last person you wanted to see right now, but you couldn’t take your eyes off him. How did he manage to get even hotter than the last time you’d seen him? (Honestly, it was torture.)

But there he was, talking to some girl you’d never seen before. The sight felt like a punch in the stomach, knocking the air out of your lungs. All you wanted to do was leave. You placed your drink on the counter and set your sights straight at the door. In your haste, you didn’t pay much attention to your surroundings and bumped into someone. Looking up, you saw it was George.

"Whoa, where's the fire?" George asked, blocking your path.

"George, I need to leave," you said, trying to sidestep him.

“Why? What happened?” he asked, but before you could answer, he glanced over your shoulder and saw Chris. “Oh, I see.”

“Just talk to him, Y/N,” he tried to persuade you. “Whatever the outcome, it’ll make you feel better.”

“George, are you crazy? I can’t” You looked up at him, and the vulnerable look in your eyes made his heart break.

“Fine, but please don’t leave. Just take a breather for a minute. You should at least stay and enjoy the party,” he insisted. You opened your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off, “Just stay in my room for a bit. You can come back out after a while.”

You agreed, knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer, and turned towards his room. “Good,” he said, pushing you gently by the shoulders.

Once you were in his room, you turned to look at him. “Now stay put, I’ll be right back.” You nodded, and he headed back out of the room.

You took a seat on his bed, and before you knew it, you heard the door open. Expecting to see George, you froze when you found Chris instead.

“George, what are you doing?” Chris protested as George pushed him into the room. “Stop, bro!”

You got up and shout, “George! What the hell?”

“You two talk,” George said, pointing at both of you before quickly shutting the door. You heard the lock click.

You rushed to the door, trying to turn the knob, but it wouldn’t budge. “Bastard locked us in,” you said to Chris.

“George! Let me out!” you protested, banging on the door.

“Not until you two talk to each other,” George yelled back.

You turned to find Chris looking just as surprised as you. “Well, this is awkward,” Chris said, rocking back and forth on his feet with his hands shoved into his pockets. “I might be wrong...but I think George wants us to talk.”

You sighed, leaning against the door. “Yeah, he’s a lot of things… but subtle, he is not.”

Chris chuckled. “What gave it away?”

Your suspicions were right. That motherfucker had been playing you this whole time, getting Chris to drive you home, finding ways to get the two of you to spend time alone, locking you in his room. And you’d walked right into it. Idiot.

“That slimy little shithole,” you muttered to yourself.

You laughed out loud. “So George seems to think we would make a good match.”

“What?” Chris said, looking nervous.

“Did you not realize?” You looked at Chris, and he was staring at you with an unrecognizable look on his face.

“Well…” he started sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “I kind of knew.”

“What do you mean you knew, Chris?” you asked, confused.

“I mean, I knew George was trying to set us up, he sort of told me he would, that day that you were over at our place for movie night.” he admitted.

“I’m sorry…?” you ask him again, arms crossed.

You raised an eyebrow. “And you were okay with it? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Chris sighed. “I promise, I told him not to! And I just didn’t know how to bring it up..... But honestly, I didn’t mind. I liked spending time with you.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. “What? You liked spending time with me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I’ve kind of liked you since the day we first met in the pub.”

“But that was months ago,” you said, incredulous. “Why didn't you say anything till now?”

He sighed, looking down for a moment before meeting your eyes. “I don’t know. All I know is that every time I look at you, it’s like the words leave my mouth. Of course, I wanted to talk to you after that night, but I didn’t know what came over me every time. You’re literally the most gorgeous woman I’d ever laid my eyes on, and each time I wanted to ask you out, I’d choke up.” “But what about that date?” you asked, trying to process everything. “If you liked me so much, then why did you go on a date?”

Chris looked a little guilty. “George told you about that?” You nodded before he continued, “You can’t blame a guy for trying to move on, especially when a girl like you couldn’t possibly like me back,” he said softly.

You shook your head. “Chris, I… I’ve liked you too. I think I’ve liked you the whole time. But I didn’t think you did, especially after how everything was after we got drunk that night.”

Chris stepped closer, hope in his eyes. “You like me too?” he asked again, making sure he wasn’t wrong about what he heard.

“Yes, Chris, I like you too,” you responded.

“So we’re both hopeless in the love department?” he asked.

“Yep, looks like it,” you said, laughing. “So hopeless that we needed Cupid Clarkey to get us to finally admit our feelings.”

You both stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.

Chris stopped to look at you, stepping even closer. “God, I love your laugh,” he said softly, and you looked at him shyly.

“And you have the most amazing eyes I’ve ever seen,” you stepped closer as well and he flashes that gorgeous smile of his, the kind that gets your stomach in knots.

He said, “You know, I regret nothing from that night.”

You replied teasingly, “Really?”

He nodded, “Well, there’s only one thing I regret.”

You asked, “And what’s that?”

He said, “That I didn’t get to kiss you,” as he tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his eyes go dark and intense, piercing into your soul.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” you whispered, and with that, Chris crashed his lips onto yours.

The kiss was everything you’d dreamed of and more. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer, while your arms made their way around his neck and your hand tangling into those perfect curls of his, tugging slightly, earning a groan from him.

The kiss was filled with so much emotion, both of you pouring everything into it—all the pent-up feelings from the past months. It was intense, and full of passion and tenderness, leaving you breathless. You could feel his heart pounding in sync with yours, the heat between you two electrifying. It was as if the world had melted away, and there was nothing but this moment.

Chris pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he whispered.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his breath against your lips. “Me too.”

Before either of you could say anything else, you heard a slight thud outside the door. Chris gave you a knowing look, and you raised your voice intentionally louder. “Well, George’s bed looks nice doesn’t it? I think he just put new sheets on.”

Chris chimes up, “Maybe we should use it. We’re locked in here anyways. Might as well make the most of our time.”

Immediately, you heard George unlocking the door, bursting into the room. “Okay, get out, both of you. I don’t want you two fucking on my bed.”

You and Chris burst into laughter. Chris scooped you up playfully and ran off to his bedroom, shutting the door behind you two.

Once you were in his room, he slowly placed you on the ground, then pulled you onto his lap as he sat at the edge of the bed.

“So... I think I should ask you properly,” he said, looking up at you.

Chris leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. “Now that you know how I feel about you, what do you say we give this a shot? Will you go out with me?”

You nodded, heart pounding in your chest. “I’d like that, Chris.” and he flashed you a smile.

“We really should be thanking George,” he said.

“Yeah, normally I hate him meddling, but this time I don’t mind. But please don't tell him that, or I'll never here the end of it,” you said as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Chris grinned. Forget about it then, I just want to kiss you again.”

You laughed, and with that, you closed the distance again, letting yourself melt into his touch. The feeling of his soft lips sent a shiver down your spine.

This moment felt perfect, like you fit together in a way that was always meant to be. His arms wrapped around you securely, pulling you closer, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart against yours. You hated to admit it, but George playing cupid had turned out to be the best thing that could have happened to you and Chris.

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Bonus Fun Facts (cannon to this AU):

- George did find your drunk closeness to Chris disgusting, but he didn't really care if you snogged his friend or not. He pulled you off of Chris more out of fear of what you would do to him if he let you make any drunken mistakes while he was around. - During your conversation after movie night, George realized that Chris had a crush on you. - He and Chris disappeared off onto the balcony and he managed to get Chris to fess up that he was in fact into you. - George said he'd gladly meddle. Chris told him not to meddle. George meddled. - He knew you two hopeless idiots would not give each other a chance without a gentle push in the right direction. - George did in fact tell Chris not to go on the date, bringing up his crush on you. - Chris said that he was sure that there was no way you liked him and that you had not shown any interest in him. He did not want to make you uncomfortable by making a move on you so he decided to try and forget about his crush. - Could George just have told you that Chris liked you...yes? But did he instead choose to play cupid for his own amusement, of course he did. - Plus you hadn't explicitly told him that you liked Chris and he didn't want to dump that news on you. But then he realized that you were too thick when it came to your own feelings..so he did just dump it on you. - George realized he had to kick his matchmaking skills up to a 100 (and yes his best idea was locking you to in a room). - Of course he eavesdropped, and the next morning he did in fact not let you hear the end of it.

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A/N: Thanks for reading guys! I'm trying to get through all my pending requests now that I'm back. Also tell me if you liked the bonus facts in the end. I realized that there were things I wanted to include that I didn't want to put into the main fic, so I just threw them in at the end. I personally like it, so I think I'm going to start throwing them into my fics from now on.

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Where would the Chaos Crew give you hickeys?

feat: George Clarkey, Arthur TV, Cam Kirkham, ChrisMD, Arthur Hill, and Italian Bach

George Clarkey -veinophobes + ppl sensitive ab wrists may wanna skip this one -But hear me out on this one... G Clarkey just loves leaving hickeys on your inner wrist. -He'll be holding your hand, his fingers overlaying yours and enveloping your hand with his larger hand, practically blanketing it when he just trails his fingers down. His touch lingering and loving every fraction of flesh he came in contact with -He has your attention at this point, and you turn your head to look at him - eyes meeting and holding eye contact as his fingers coil around your wrist and hold it up so that he may press his lips to the back of your hand softly, ever so gently placing the most light of kisses as though you're delicate china just waiting to break, eye contact unyielding as his lips make contact with the back of your hand chivalrously -Then his fingers loosen and slide across your skin, fingers tracing and moving across the skin until they feel a soft beating meet his touch; your pulse. -Thumb pressing down and feeling your pulse - the beating of your heart - the flow of blood around your body that keeps you alive - he breaks eye contact to press his lips to the spot, soft kiss replacing his thumb before he forms a suction -still ever so gently - and leaves a hickey over your pulse point as reminder of his love for you and appreciation for having you within his life. -And you always wear your bracelets and watch on the other wrist. Only the rose quartz beaded bracelet and simple gold chain with your anniversary etched onto a small plate would sit on that wrist. Tightened to stay in place and sit on your wrist, on either side of the hickey that decorated the underside of your wrist - Clarkey's physical bracelet he'd imprint onto you and use to remind you of his love. 

Arthur Televisionnnn -Shoulders :] -He's such a lil hugger and cuddler, always has his arms around you whether he's tired, drunk, busy - it doesn't matter. -Just loves cuddling with you between his legs, resting back against his chest so that he can wrap his arms around your middle and rest his head against yours or pull you back and watch TikToks with you from your phone... -Sometimes from your fave cuddle position however, Arthur likes just resting his head against the crook of your neck and resting there for a bit... -And Arthur just loves laying down a hickey in that position sometimes -Idk, he just finds it comforting whilst your body is squished against him and he can't really move or do anything of his own, to just move his mouth or have something to do with his mouth -Sometimes, that something will just be filling his mouth with you, and just biting down on your flesh n muscle... And he never bites hard or with intention to hurt you - just lovingly sorta resting his mouth there and giving muffled "mhm" or "mnmm mnmm" responses to whatever short questions you'd give whilst he held you in his mouth. -And other than biting, Arthur does sometimes also put his mouth to use by pressing his tongue against your skin, sometimes licking you just to make you yelp an EW get off! but other times grazing his teeth over your skin and creating a little hickey on your shoulder. Maybe a few hickeys on that shoulder. Maybe he lays down loads of little hickeys on your shoulder until you realise he's going overboard and shrug him off, rotating yourself to lie against him and use him as a body pillow instead. -Good thing about those hickeys is that they're in quite a useful place, in the fact that it sorta looks like it could've been caused by a simple collision with a cupboard or something. Not that you have the height to do that, but we digress.  -Only becomes a nuisance when wearing something sleeveless - but even then you don't care, because secretly you're all ooey-gooey inside like a lava cake, knowing that those bruises were formed from the tender moments you spent in your boyfriend's arms whilst he hickeyed you up

ChrisMD -Lower back -Similar to how Arthur sorta relaxes with you between his legs - a common way you and Christopher will spend non-verbal time together, just enjoying each other's presence on that L-shaped sofa in the living room - is with you lying on your front scrolling your phone whilst Chris lies perpendicular to you - on top of your back. -Chris is also much like JJ in the fact that he's not really a massive fan of hickeying, but he finds it funny to leave them sometimes just because they annoy you. -pulls away from your skin giggling you you realise he's been leaving hickeys over the small of your back and you batter his head with a cushion -one thing Chris does is put his hand around your waist by sliding his hand across your back to the place just above your hips where his hand normally sits... -And hearing you let out a little noise at the feeling of his hand brushing over the tender skin where he's left bruises n hickeys always lowkey gives him a little kick + turns him on a bit

Arthur Hill -Jaw jaw jawline jaw -I feel like Arthur is such a kisser, especially after concerts - loves returning back to the hotel, collapsing onto the bed with you on top of him - bodies flush and lips moving synchronously against one anothers' -Fighting belts and zippers to undress one another completely ravenously  -Your head inches just slightly upwards, catching a breath of air whilst you can feel Arthur's fingers toying with your skirt - though his mouth is unrelenting and lands on your jaw as you move your head - his mouth latching and leaving a FAT hickey there, right over your pulse point  -Does feel bad the next day when you're struggling to disguise it though, especially when you complain about how difficult it is to put concealer over them when that skin is so sensitive -Then he soothes you and apologies with sweet, chaste kisses all over your face - kissing extra delicately over your jawline <3

Cam Kirkham -Ahhh lower stomach mannnnn -Guys. Cam Kirkham is just such a cutie like, he's 100% treating you so so so well in a relationship.... -And I imagine that his aftercare is just so top tier -Like, he's just spending time with you... He's put the show you're binging atm up on the telly, n he's resting his head on his lap whilst you're skimming your fingers through his hair and resting whilst enjoying the show... -And Cam just turns his head, laying down a few wet kisses against your skin, that bit exposed between the top of your shorts and bottom of your crop top... -It's such a sensitive spot too, like, imagine being tickling n feeling lips moving over that? You whine a bit n shuffle, mumbling at Cam about it being sensitive... -He just tells you to lie on down whilst he leaves some little markings on your lower stomach, below your belly button - sorta like his symbol of love n affection  -And ofc when it gets sensitive you wrap your legs around his body like a koala hugging a tree -And probs just fall asleep like that. Him falling asleep using your tummy or thighs to rest his head, you yourself falling asleep whilst your fingers are carded through his hair too.

Italian Bach -Oh this is without DOUBT a man that loves just getting all over your neck -Nipping and sucking over your neck until he finds your sweet spot  -And ugh he's so tall like is he six foot or more? Idgaf, imagine him sat down - legs manspread out whilst you're sat on his lap, back arched and leaning into his touch whilst he is attacking your neck RAVENOUSLY - leaning down to have his lips absolutely flush with your collarbone n neck, eyelashes brushing over n almost tickling your skin whilst he avidly moves his mouth over your flesh -Ends it off with a passionate make-out session, too - detaching from your neck and smashing your lips together to share the most sloppy n zealous open-mouthed kiss -Will hold you proudly against his side the next day too, just so proud of his work on your neck n markings of what he's done to you  -Smug lil smile with his arm around your shoulders, that smile spreading into a grin if he notices anyones' eyes flicker down and look at the almost brutal markings on your neck for just too long

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You’re The Only Man I Want to Kiss

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Ménage à trois (Threesome w/ ArthurTv)

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Ménage à trois (Part 2)

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Unrequited Love Hurts Like A Bitch

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Unrequited Love Hurts Like A Bitch (Part 2)

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Fluff: 

Being Stuck in an Elevator Never Looked so Good?

- Getting trapped in an elevator with your favorite YouTuber, was not what you had planned for today

Love At First Podcast

- Falling in love with you was easy

Smut:

"Women weaken legs"

- After your boyfriend Arthur was in boxing training camp and was forced to go 6-8 weeks without distractions and sex, he goes feral for his girlfriend when he gets out

Ménage à trois (Threesome w/ ItalianBach)

- Who knew fan fictions could cause so much pleasure?

Ménage à trois (Part 2)

- Having had a threesome the night before leads to an interesting and revealing podcast episode, leading their friends to question what truly happened?

The Two Arthur’s (with Arthur Hill)

- Virgin!Reader goes to her friends for comfort not expecting them to comfort her in such a way

George Clarkey~

Fluff: 

Musicians want to be the loud voice for so many quiet hearts - Reader is a famous singer and George follows her on tour and fans speculate they’re dating.

Wedding Day Bliss~ - George Clarke marries the love of his life

Dating Headcanons for George Clarke

I'll wear your name on my heart til I die

- The turmoils and happiness that comes with giving birth

Smut:

Tummy Obsessed Much? - George's favorite body part on his girlfriend is her stomach

Wedding Night Bliss~

- A fluffy smut of the events that transpired after your and George's wedding night.

It’s Good to Be Home

- could you do a clarkey version of homecoming?

A Night In

- A perfect night in with your boyfriend is very pleasurable

It's Been Way Too Long

- “I think I'd miss you even if we never met.”

Love and Hate Are Blurred Lines

- “How would it be.. if all my hate disappeared like my youth, if after all this time his very hatred of me turned out to be something gentle, some kind of love.”

Caught Red Handed

- Who knew taking a risk could lead to this much pleasure?

So Much Restraint

ChrisMD~

Angst:

We'll Never Last

- It hurts to be something, it's worse to be nothing with you

Fluff: 

Fate is in The Stars (PlusSize!Reader)

- A chance encounter at a concert leads to more than you expected

Drunk and Touchy

- Chris fluff where he's a bit tipsy and can't keep his hands off his girlfriend

I Didn't Know Punk Girls Blushed

- Golden retriever boy falls for punk grumpy girl

What If We Were More Than Friends?

- Falling in love as best friends was unexpected

Smut:

Arthur Hill~

Angst:

Brother's Flatmate

- George’s sister and Arthur can’t stand each other, right?!?

Fluff: 

Am I a Burden to You?

- Arthur’s been working a lot and y/n misses him, she brings this up and he gets angry and calls her ‘clingy’ before realising he messed up and makes it up to her (angst —> soft)

Piano Nights

- Y/N and Arthur meet at a musician's party, where she spots him and confidently pursues him. They sleep together, and they end up dating, leaving Arthur in awe and a massive simp.

Dating Headcanons for Arthur Hill

Smut:

“Sex is an Emotion in Motion”

- Arthur takes care of you after a rough night in the sheets

It’s painful, loving someone from afar.

- Y/N is on holiday with all of the boys and there’s tension between Arthur hill and her, and everyone can see it and they’re just waiting for something to happen. (Soft Smut)

Homecoming

- When Arthur returns from vacation, he misses his girlfriend greatly causing things to get freaky

The Two Arthur’s (with ArthurTv)

- Virgin!Reader goes to her friends for comfort not expecting them to comfort her in such a way

A Delightful Surprise

All~

Dating Headcanons

George Clarke

Arthur Hill

ArthurTV

ChrisMD (X)

ItalianBach (X)

Featuring more than 2 of the boys~

Poker Night Never Felt So Right

ArthurTv x Reader x George Clarke x Chrismd

A game of strip poker with your friends, goes a little further than anyone expected...

Said She Wanted Five Guys She Ain’t Talking about Burgers

Reader x George, Arthur Hill, Chris, Isaac and ArthurTv

Y/n shares her sexual intentions with five YouTubers. She invites them to join her fantasy, setting no limits on their actions. The group eagerly agrees, indulging in a passionate sexual encounter as they explore Y/n's desires one by one.

A/n: Let me know if anyone would like to be added to a taglist for all imagines or certain people!

[junebloom-wp]

painting dates

george clarke x fem reader

summary: after recording a podcast episode, george comes home with a bag full of art supplies.

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“Hey sweetie!” You greeted, as the rustling of your boyfriend entering his bedroom greeted you.

You were sat crossed legged on his bed with your laptop on your lap and your uni work scattered around the bed. You sat in silence for a few moments waiting for your boyfriend to greet you back but never received one.

You tore your attention away from your laptop looking up at the man, noticing the mischievous grin that was splashed across his face and you raised an eyebrow.

“What have you done?”

His grin switched to a look of feigned offence as he held his hand to his chest, “Me? Why would you think I’ve done something?”

“Because you’ve got a grin that makes me feel like you’re about to kill me.”

George chuckled shaking his head, swiftly moving to the bed making sure not to sit on any of your work, “I have an idea!”

“What’s your idea, handsome?”

“Can we paint?”

You smiled nodding at him watching as your boyfriend practically bounced with excitement, “Where’s this come from?”

“We did portraits on the podcast and now I just wanna paint all the time!”

You laughed, “Okay, we can paint.”

You saved the work on your laptop as George set up everything on the floor making your heart flutter at the pure joy he was expressing.

George tapped the floor next to him and you sat down leaning your head on his shoulder looking at the canvas’s in front of you both.

“What are you thinking of painting, lovely?” George asked, looking down at you as your eyes fluttered softly trying to fight the sleep that hit you.

“I’m not sure,” you shrugged, “What about you?”

George smirked once again, “I have a plan.”

“That’s scary.”

George pulled out his phone opening up your chat and pressing on a photo that you forgot existed making you gasp and shoot up, “No, you can’t paint that!”

“Why not?” He pouted, “It’s a good photo.”

“What if Chris or Arthur see it?”

“Oh well,” George shrugged, “They’ve quite literally heard us shag so many times.”

You places your hand over his mouth stopping him from saying anything else, “Fine, okay, you can paint it.”

George licked the palm of your hand making you shriek and whack his arm, “What the hell!”

A giggle left his mouth as he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into him, “I love you.”

“Gross!” You fake gagged pushing him away with a laugh.

You both grabbed your supplies and started painting away. George kept humming in excitement and joy at his work, whereas you were practically falling asleep with every stroke of your brush.

You moved your body to lay on the floor using Georges thigh as a pillow and your legs as an easel, “That looks really good, baby.”

“Thank you.” You smiled sleepily at him, “m almost done I think.”

“You can go to sleep if you want to.” George stated, moving his paint brush to his other hand and ran his fingers through your hair with his free one.

“I wanna see your painting though.” You muttered, puckering your lips.

“I’ll wake you up when I’m finished, and then we can get food.” He said, moving his eyes from his canvas to your eyes, “deal?”

“Deal.” You nodded.

[georgeclarkewifey]

Hey can I do a request about ChrisMD please?

With the prompt ¹¹⁵⁾ “you’re drunk, honey.”

why of course you can :)

ChrisMD x female!reader

pure drunk Chris fluff enjoy x

Chris was clingy when he was drunk. Like, insanely clingy. He’d always insist that he wasn’t, drunk or clingy for that matter, but when you’d point out the fact that he was currently cuddling you upside down on the sofa whilst being force fed sips of water.

For you, it was a quiet Saturday night, staying in to work on your Master’s thesis. My clever girl, Chris would always say, encircling you in his arms as he hugs you from behind, resting his chin on the top of your head, his eyes trying to make sense of the paragraphs and paragraphs of words that you had carefully crafted. You’d smile, glancing up at him, reminding him that you hadn’t graduated yet. He’d roll his eyes, kiss the top of your head, and murmur, of course you’re going to graduate you idiot.

Though, for Chris, it was another interesting night out with George and the two Arthur’s.

“Baby…” he coos, comically creeping into the apartment. You chuckle softly, pushing yourself off of the couch, your work long abandoned for the night, swapping it for a warm fuzzy blanket and your favourite autumnal movie.

“Evening darling.” You murmur, chuckling to yourself as Chris wraps his arms around you, pulling you tightly against his chest. You can’t help but smile at the rumble of contentment that erupted from him as he gently swung you from side to side. The gentle scratch of his beard tickled your temple as he lovingly nuzzled his head against yours. As much as that man acted like a golden retriever, damn did he act like a cat sometimes.

“You…me…the bedroom…” Chris mumbles, grabbing your hands gently to lead you across your flat. You giggle, shaking your head softly. “You’re drunk, honey.” You murmur, pressing a tender kiss to his nose.

“You missed-“ He whines, pouting softly as you allow him to lead you into the bedroom. “And you need to sleep.” You say quietly, helping pull his shirt off over his head. Disappearing into the bathroom to wash your face, Chris whines and materialises behind you, his hands slowly snaking from your waist to pull you tightly against his chest, his head resting on your shoulder.

“You okay baby?”

Chris nods sleepily, pressing gentle kisses along your jawline and cheekbone. “I love you.” He mumbles, his hands caressing lazy circles on your stomach.

“I love you too honey.” You reply, you hand going up to cup his jaw, letting your hand run over the stubble of his beard, your thumb gently brushing his cheekbone.

Chris eventually manages to pull you back into the bedroom, drunkenly grinning at you, his visor still tainted with the rose tinted drunk glasses. He stands at the foot of your bed, chuckling to himself as he watches you curl up in the warm sheets. “You comfy doll?”

You nod, letting the sheets pool around you as he climbs onto the bed, slowly crawling towards you. You grin, taking his head in your hands as you kiss him gently, allowing him to pull your body flush to his, the warmth of his chest seeping through your thin pyjamas.

“Love you so much…” He mumbles softly, groaning as your hands thread through his hair, playing and toying with the curls.

“Love you more.” You hum quietly, pressing a kiss to Chris’ forehead.

“My clever girl.” He murmurs, pulling you closer under the covers. His hands settled on your back, tracing patterns in the silk of your vest top. You smile softly, nuzzling into him as you both slip into sleep.

[w2soneshots]

Could I do a Chrismd request? Maybe where they meet either jogging one day or their indoor climbing club and they eventually get together.

Thanks :)

Coffee? -Chrismd

words: 0.8k+

warnings: none.

summary: you and Chris pass each other every week on your runs, one day he decides to finally ask you out.

notes: hello lovely💞 This is my first ChrisMD fic, wooo! I hope you enjoy and thank you for being patient with me, I’m trying desperately to find the motivation to write!!🏃‍♀️‍➡️✨

I woke up early this morning for my usual Saturday morning run in London. It was not particularly warm but thankfully there wasn't any rain or wind and once I get my body moving I always warm up anyway so I picked out an outfit accordingly.

I shivered slightly as I stepped out of the glass doors of my apartment building before plugging in my earphones and getting started. I always love starting my Saturday's this way since it helps to clear my head, plus I usually see the cute boy that lives in the apartment building two streets away from mine.

I know that because I've seen him leave multiple times in the last few months. I've been tempted to ask for his number but I always chicken out. Though every once and awhile I catch him looking my way when we pass by each other.

After a good fifteen minutes of running/jogging around London I see him coming towards me. My heart rate spikes. I put on a friendly smile and he returned it. I was slightly disappointed that he was still yet to say anything so I decided to take matters into my own hands, hopefully he doesn't have a girlfriend.

I stopped and turned around. He's already walking towards me. "Oh my god. Oh my god." I thought, mind racing. I quickly remove my earphones. "Hi, uhm... I'm Chris," he says. "y/n," I replied.

It was silent for a moment before he spoke up. "I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to get a coffee after your run, if you're free?" I nodded softly. "I'd like that. Meet you outside waterlow park in an hour?" "Yeah, great. See you then... y/n." He waved softly before turning around and jogging off. I let out a light, content sigh. Finally.

I swiftly finished my run and headed back to my apartment to clean up. I took a quick shower, did my hair then put on a casual outfit. By the time I was done it was almost time for us to meet.

I'd chosen the park that was located between our apartments so it was only a short walk. As I approached I saw that Chris was already stood waiting, which I was glad about.

"Hey," he said, with a cute smile spread across his lips. "Hi, where did you wanna go?" I asked. "Is he a starbucks or a cosy little café kinda guy?" I wondered. "I always go to this café ten minutes from here," he said. That answered my question. "Great, lead the way."

We made small talk as we walked. He asked how long I'd been running for and we briefly discussed the fact we'd seen each other so many times but never shared more than a friendly smile.

When we reached the café, which was tucked right on the corner of the street, we headed inside and both ordered a coffee. I was surprised I hadn't ever realised it was there but I was glad he'd shown me it since it was actually really cute.

We sat down opposite each other on one of the small tables at the front of the shop next to the window. "So... favourite colour?" He asked jokingly. I breathed out a chuckle. "I hate that question." I was hoping I wouldn't have to hear it for a while, since I was really starting to like Chris.

It took just a few weeks before we were quite comfortable with each other. We would regularly do our runs together since they fell around the same time but tonight I'm going round to his apartment for the first time to order a take out and watch a movie.

I put on some comfortable clothes, threw my hair up, grabbed a bottle of wine that I'd bought especially and walked the five minutes to his place.

I rang the doorbell and he answered soon after. I smiled softly at him as he welcomed me inside. "Wow, this is really nice," I complemented as I stepped in. His apartment was clean and quite cosy, kind of like the coffee shop.

We both sat down after he grabbed some glasses and poured us both some wine. I got comfy as he scrolled through netflix. This was exactly the kind of dates I enjoyed.

About an hour and a half into the movie (which ended up being Harry Potter) and after the takeaway had arrived and been eaten we sat close to each other, thighs touching and his arm around my shoulder. I could barely focus.

Though nothing else happened until it was time for me to leave, as it was now late and pitch black outside. I stood by the door, ready to go when Chris stopped me.

"Uh- before you go..." he began. I was hoping that he was doing what I thought he was doing. He leaned closer, his hand moving down to my hoodie covered waist. It was silent for a few moments longer before I closed the gap, connecting our lips for the first time.

When we both pulled away we shared a content smile. "Thank you for tonight, I'll see you soon?" I broke the silence. "Yeah, yeah. I'll text you." I nodded softly then waved slightly as I walked out of the door.

I was very excited to see him again and had a really good feeling about where this was going.

[sillylittlegirlthoughts]

george clarke are you growing a mullet.

[katxxgrace]

Hiii <3

So I'm going to be releasing a fic soon - here's some ideas which I am working on, so let me know which one(s) you would like out first, so I can focus on them:

- Aj Shabeel > Comfort - Aj finds you on the bathroom floor and helps you to feel okay again (CW - mentis of suicide, mental health issues and indirect mentions of self-harm).

- Josh (Zerkaa) > Shower Sex - Smut without story - Basically just Josh fucking you in the shower.

- Eating out Head Cannons > For Beta Squad, Sidemen, Chaos Crew and YouTubers+ - Just eating out preferences for everybody (will probably be out very soon but posted as separate posts). NSFW. (Finished.)

- Arthur Frederick (ArthurTV) > Birthday Sex - It is your birthday and Arthur has decided to treat you to a lovely day out with him. When you get home, you feel like you want o relax, however, Arthur has different plans. DESCRIPTIVE SMUT.

- Simon Minter (MiniMinter) > Baby Fever - Watching Simon hold your baby for the first time.

- Simon Minter (MiniMinter) > Mine. - Simon loves your child as if it were his own.

- JME > Among us - You are a regular Sidemen Among us player. You live with Jamie and record videos for your channel with him in. People always comment on your tension with eachother, and getting teased by the Sidemen and their comment section isn't fun when he joins you on an Among us recording session.

- Simon Minter (MiniMinter) > KSI + W2S control the Sidemen for a day (Smut) - Simon has just finished recording the KSI + W2S control the Sidemen for a day video for Sidemen Sunday, and him in the butler outfit is making you feel something you didn't know you could. SMUTTTT.

- Niko Omilana > Beta Squad 1 word interview video (MiniMinter channel) - You are the 6th member of the Beta Squad and are on Simon's channel for a 1-word interview video. (Taking me much longer because I'm following the natural script of the video).

- Something AngryGinge13. - PLS requestt.

Thank youuu, Kat <3

[authortelevision]

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george clarke 🎮🥇⚽️

george’s fake wedding plus one

“may i attend to you, madam”

george and the camerawoman

arthur frederick 👾🧬👽

“why did that kinda… do something to me”

good boy

arthur hill 🎶🎸⭐️

the green room with arthur

“can you stay with me”

[ajshabsxxwife]

hey idk if your fanfic requests are open but i love your work <3 coukd you do chrismd with all the angst and a fluffy ending ?

thank you sm and no worries if not lots of love for your work either way <333

so sorry i got to this late <33

warnings- angst, fluffy ending, physical violence (very little), crying, arguing

He’s just a friend.. - ChrisMD

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You walk into the shared apartment, Chris is sat on the sofa scrolling on his phone. "Hey, baby" You smile at him as you hang your coat up. "Hi." he said bluntly not even looking back at you. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion "Everything okay? hard day?" You ask as you sit beside him, rubbing his arm gently.

But he just grunts and shuffles away from you. You sigh and get up. "I'm gonna shower.. talk to me when you're out your mood." You mumble and slam the bathroom door shut.

You finish your shower and start your nightly skincare before putting on one of Chris' shirts and a pair of your shorts. You gently exit the bathroom and start making your dinner.

"Who's Matt?" Chris asks with your phone in his hand. "A work friend.. why?" You ask, glancing at your phone and back at Chris. He scoffs. "A friend? Do friends call you darling now?" He practically shouts, trying to stay calm but fails. "It was once, and I told him to not call me that straight away if you looked at my replies." You say, trying to get your phone out his tight grip but he slaps your hand away.

"He clearly likes you but yet you still talk to him? considering you have a boyfriend that says a lot about you."

You furrow your eyebrows, anger consuming your calm nature. "So I can't have friends?" you ask genuinely.

"You can have friends but this is different." He mutters. slamming your phone on the counter.

"How?" you ask.

"Because every time I know that a girl likes me I stop talking to her, respecting you, our relationship. But you can't do the same?" He says, heartbreakingly.

"I didn't even realise that he liked me like that until you brought it up, if it makes you feel better ill talk to him about it and I won't be as close with him." You say trying to resolve the situation.

"No just block him, stop talking to him, full stop." He shouts.

"I can't do that, me and Matt work together we can't just stop talking!" You shout back. Rubbing your face with the palms of your hands, stressed out.

Chris is silent now. looking away. "Cat got your tongue?" You roll your eyes. "I'll sleep in the spare room tonight." You mumble, completely forgetting about your dinner, walking away to the bedroom.

You lay down on the bed, curling up into a ball and crying, crying until fall asleep.

You wake up at 3am, going into the kitchen. Your phone still on the counter from earlier. You pick it up, turning it and seeing a big crack going through it from when Chris slammed it.

You look to your left, where the living room is. You see Chris laying on the couch sound asleep.

You tiptoe towards him, crawling into his arms cuddling him. He hums. "I'm sorry" You whisper.

"No, I'm sorry" He whispers back.

[miss-pearly-rose]

https://www.wattpad.com/364187229--

My ChrisMD oneshots / imagines. Really want to try and write some of these, always been writing in long form and long fan fictions. The ideas will be modest and fluffy, smut like stories but no where near the smut you'll see, it's very light smut haha. Skiing or snowboarding, working alongside Chris and his team, Tinder dating etc. I will include some of the boys, Arthur Hill to W2S as well. Thank you if you can read my first short and support my stories :3

[orchidniins]

Hidden | George Clarke

Summary: George dating ArthurTV's sister Pairing: GeorgeClarkey x f!Reader Warning: Fluff, Smut Word count: 2.7k+ A/N: Just a cute little smutty fic for the weekend. Thanks for the request anon! I hope you enjoy it!

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“George-”, you whine, pleasure coursing through your body.

He’s got you propped up on the kitchen counter, breath hitching as his fingers work their magic between your legs. His fingers plunge into you, abusing your cunt with two fingers while his thumb brushes against your clit in rough circles.

Your clothes had long been discarded, leaving you only in your bra. The cool kitchen air brushes against your exposed skin, heightening every sensation. George's mouth feels hot against the swell of your breasts, his lips and tongue kissing and nipping at the soft skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"Fuck," you gasp, "we shouldn’t be doing this here."

George chuckles, his breath warm against your skin. "What? I'm just returning the favor from last night," he teases, his voice calm, a stark contrast to how shaky your breath is.

He pulls his fingers out, moving them across your wet folds in slow, deliberate circles, teasing you, making your hips buck towards him in desperate need and you can feel him smirk against your skin.

When his fingers slide back into your tight cunt, you let out a sharp whine, feeling his fingers curl inside you. Your climax inches closer, your body arching towards him. Your nails dig into his broad shoulders as he quickens his pace, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge.

"God, George," you cry out, your moans bouncing off the walls, filling the room. Your orgasm crashes down on you, your heart beating erratically as you let out a strained cry, spilling all over his fingers. The intensity of the moment leaves you breathless, clinging to him as your body shudders with pleasure.

Eight months ago, when you decided to move from Jersey to England for work, the last thing you expected was to get fingered by your brother’s best friend in his own kitchen.

As your explosive high settles, your breathing levels out, and your eyes start to refocus. Just in time to see George bringing his glistening fingers to his lips, licking them clean of your juices. The sight sends a shiver down your spine.

He leans in, engulfing your lips in a hungry kiss, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue. Your hands dive into his soft brown hair, pulling and tugging, eliciting a low groan from him. 

You pull off his shirt, your fingers trailing down his chiseled chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin. Your hands finally settle over the hard bulge under his sweatpants, your fingertips slightly grazing over his hardness.

“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath, his voice thick with desire. You dig your fingers into the waistband of his pants, sliding them down along with his boxers, freeing his hard cock. It springs out, thick and ready, the sight of it making your mouth water. His hands dig into your thighs, and by the look in his eyes you know he isn’t done with you and you didn't want him to be either, even though the thought of getting caught was still floating in the back of your mind.

His cock twitches as your hand wraps around it, feeling the heat and the veins running along its length. You stroke him slowly, savoring the way he groans and his hips jerk in response. 

He reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, his mouth immediately attaching to your breast, teasing your nipple with his tongue, swirling around the sensitive peak before sucking it into his mouth. The sensation sends jolts of pleasure through your body, making you arch into him.

“George,” you whine, not caring how desperate you sound.

“Yes, darling?” His voice is taunting, pretending like he doesn’t know exactly what you’re going to ask. His hands brush against your thighs, inching closer to where you need him most.

“Use your words, baby,” he says, his hand moving to your inner thighs, spreading them gently.

“Fuck me, please,” you beg.

George hums, pleased with your words, covering your lips in a hot, passionate kiss, before he pulls away briefly. He quickly runs to his bedroom and returns with a condom. He gives his cock a few good pumps before rolling the condom on, and you watch him intently, your eyes raking over his toned body.

He lines himself up with your entrance, giving you one swift kiss before he pushes in. His cock deliciously stretches you out, knocking the wind out of your lungs as he sinks balls-deep into you. 

You let out a breathy moan, your nails digging into the firm skin of his biceps, trying to steady yourself. You can feel the tension in his muscles, the raw strength beneath your fingertips, making you ache for more of him. He groans at the sensation, the sound vibrating through his chest.

"You feel so good, Y/N" George murmurs against your skin, his breath tickling you. He thrusts into you with a rough, steady pace, filling you to the brim each time, causing your body to shake.

“You take me in so well,” he groans, his pace relentless.

“Fuck, George,” you moan, your eyes closing as your head falls back in pleasure. Your thoughts are muddled by the intense, overwhelming sensation of his cock. 

George tangles his hand into your hair, giving it a slight but firm tug. "Look at me," he commands. You obey, your eyes flying open to meet his intense gaze. The intensity of his gaze makes your heart race even faster. Making each thrust feel even more intense than before.

Just then, your phone rings, your head whipping in the direction of the sound, bringing you back to your senses. 

“George, okay, we really shouldn’t be doing this here.”, you manage to strain out. “What if Arthur catches us?” Your mind is fogged with pleasure, your cunt stretched around his cock.

He looks at you, eyes dark with desire. “Please don’t talk about your brother when I’m seven inches deep in you, darling,” he groans into your ear.

You can’t help but giggle. “Seven inches, Georgie?” you tease. 

He smirks. “You’ll be the death of me Y/N.” he says, shaking his head. Before you can respond, he silences you with a deep, intense kiss. His lips crash against yours, leaving you breathless.

He roughly grabs your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, burying his face in your neck. 

Leaning into your body, he groans and whispers obscene things into your ear, “Shit, Y/N, you look so pretty, darling, wrapped around my cock.” 

His thrusts are relentless, losing himself in the sensation of your walls clenching tightly around him. 

His warm breath against your ear edges you on, your orgasm approaching faster than before. George continues to fuck you senseless, each groan and whimper from him rippling through your body.

“George, I’m close,” you manage to choke out, the feeling of his cock thrusting into you becoming too overwhelming to bear.

George feels his own climax building, knowing he won’t last much longer inside you. His thrusts grow faster and sloppier, pushing you closer to your peak. “Cum all over my cock, darling. Let me hear you scream my name.”

“Fuck, George!” you cry out, fingers digging into his back, your body arching against him as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your legs shake as you reach your second orgasm of the evening, spilling all over his cock.

His nails dig into the flesh of your hips as he moans out, his thrusts slowing as he cums into the condom.

George gently pulls out of you, your body feeling limp as you lean on him for support. 

As you catch your breath, you feel soft kisses being peppered on your collarbone and the side of your neck, stopping by your ear. “You feeling okay? Can you stand up?” he asks, his tone soft and caring, a stark contrast to before.

You murmur a soft “Yes” and push yourself off the counter, your legs landing on the cold floor. George wraps an arm around your waist to steady you.

The two of you quickly clean up and put your clothes back on. As you begin to make your way out of the kitchen, you sense George's presence lingering behind you. Before you can take another step, his hand wraps around your arm, halting your movements.

“Not so fast,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. With a deft motion, he spins you around, pulling you back towards him with a firm yet gentle touch.

“C’mere.” George whispers, his lips barely grazing yours as he draws you close. The kiss that follows is soft and tender, completely different from your earlier exchange. You surrender to the sweetness of his touch, feeling the warmth of his lips against yours, his hand cradling your cheek with a tender touch.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening makes you both freeze. The two of you quickly separate. George darts to the couch, pretending to scroll through his phone, while you busy yourself with the contents of the fridge, trying to appear nonchalant despite the racing of your heart.

Arthur walks in, kicking off his shoes. He walks over to you in the kitchen and gives you a hug and says. “Sorry if I kept you waiting for too long. Shoot ran longer than I thought. Have you been here long?” 

You offer a reassuring smile, “No, no, it’s fine. I only got here like 20 minutes ago,” you try to lie to the best of your ability.

Arthur nods, his gaze shifting to George, "George been keeping you company?" he asks with a slight smile.

You shoot a quick glance at George, before replying, “Yeah, he’s been tolerable,” you say with a laugh.

Arthur chuckles, his smile widening, “Good,” he remarks, "I’m gonna get changed really quick, then we’ll head out."

As Arthur disappears into his room, you exhale softly, feeling the tension ease from your shoulders. You exchange another quick glance with George, who winks back at you. You roll your eyes, choosing to just ignore him, and head into the bathroom to fix yourself up.

You didn’t even realize when or how you and George got to this stage—hiding your relationship from your brother, sneaking around behind Arthur’s back.

You had first met him the day you arrived in London, and Arthur had graciously offered you a place to stay until you found your own. He had picked you up from the airport, and as you arrived at his apartment, it was George who opened the door to their apartment.

You had seen him countless times in Arthur’s videos and thought he was funny, charming, and undeniably good-looking. But seeing him in person was different entirely.

He was handsome in every sense of the word—tall, with a toned body, broad shoulders, captivating blue eyes, and a smile that was the best thing you had ever seen.

Arthur often invited you to events with his friends, and the more time you spent with George, the more you two found ourselves drawn to each other. His personality was just as captivating as his looks, and you two got along well. It wasn’t long before you two started dating, and you found yourselves unable to keep your hands off each other whenever you were alone.

You had long since moved into your own place, but despite your best efforts to keep your relationship discreet, you had no idea how you hadn’t been caught yet. The lingering glances, the subtle touches, the excuses to be close to each other—you were making it quite obvious by not trying to make it obvious.

At this point, you didn’t even know why you were hiding your relationship from Arthur. You knew he was protective of you, and you just didn’t know how your brother would react to you dating his best friend, and you were not looking to find out either.

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Later that night, you joined Arthur and some of his friends for drinks at a pub. The group was lively, and the drinks flowed freely. You found yourself squeezed into a booth next to Flo and Sabina. You loved Arthur's friends; they were always super nice to you, and you always managed to have a good time with them.

“So, Y/N, do you have a boyfriend?” Sabina asked, leaning in closer to hear your answer over the noise.

You glanced up at George, who was sitting opposite you. He had heard the question as well and shot you a knowing look. Quickly, you looked away and back to Sabina. “No, I’m single,” you replied, smiling.

The girls exchanged disbelieving looks. “You’ve got to let me set you up on a date,” Flo insisted, adding, “Someone hot.”

Arthur laughed, shaking his head. “Guys, stop setting up my sister in front of me. It's weird.”

Throughout the conversation, George remained quiet, but his gaze never left you. You could feel his eyes on you, a constant reminder of your secret. As the topic shifted to something else, you noticed George get up from the booth and head towards the bathrooms.

A few minutes later, you excused yourself. “I need to use the loo,” you said, getting up and making your way in the same direction George had gone.

You found him leaning against the wall near the bathrooms, tucked away from view from the tables, his jaw clenched as he scrolled through his phone. “George, what’s wrong?” you asked softly.

“Shouldn’t you be worried about your brother catching us?” George said, his voice tense. “Can’t be seen with me.”

You looked at him, confused, “That’s rich coming from you. If you don’t want to tell people we’re dating, you can at least not get upset when I say I’m single. You know…You were the one that first suggested we keep our relationship secret in the first place. And also I can’t say I’m single but you can joke around about it with the boys?” you snapped, feeling your anger rise.

“It’s not the same,” George retorted. “If I say I’m dating someone, the boys will start digging. They’ll keep pestering us. Arthur is my mate.”

“And he’s my brother!” you shot back, your voice rising with frustration.

George looked away, taking a frustrated breath before meeting your gaze again. “You know what, I’m sorry. Honestly, I’m not even upset about this.”

You looked at him curiously, and he continued, “I’m just tired of having to share you with other people when we’re in public.”

You giggled. “Is that why you’re upset? Because I didn’t give you enough attention?” Moving closer, you gently rubbed his cheek and planted a small peck on his lips. He tried to hide his embarrassment, which you found absolutely adorable.

You deliberated for a second before saying, “Fine, let’s tell him.”

George’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?”

“Let’s tell Arthur. Get it out in the open. Come on,” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him back toward the table.

As you walked, he asked, “Are you sure?”

You turned back to him and said, “Yes! Now come along.”

You walk back to your table hand in hand. The group had thinned out, with only Arthur, Chip, and Freezy at you booth

Taking a deep breath, you approach. Arthur looks at the two of you, slightly confused.

“Arthur,” you begin, your voice slightly shaky. “George and I… we’re dating.”

Arthur looks at the two of you for a second, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you worry about his reaction. Then, he breaks into a grin. “I already knew,” he says, unbothered.

You look at him, surprised. “What?”

Arthur chuckles, “I know you guys are dating.”

You and George exchange a surprised glance before turning back to Arthur. “H-how?” you ask.

“I saw you sneaking out of his room once,” Arthur says, leaning back in his chair. “I was just waiting for you to tell me.”

“So, you’re cool with it?” you ask, hopeful but still cautious.

“Yeah, of course,” Arthur says, his tone gentle but firm. “But I am disappointed you didn’t tell me, especially because you two make it so painfully obvious.”

Chip chimes in with a grin, “Yeah, you two are not subtle at all.”

Freezy adds, “Yeah, mate, no surprise here either.”

You and George laugh, looking at each other, relieved.

“Well then, we’re leaving,” George announces, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer, tucking you under his arm.

Arthur shakes his head. “Mate, she’s still my sister. Watch yourself!”

Before George can say anything, you playfully pull him away, laughing as you say, “Okay, bye Arthur!” With that, you and George head out of the pub together, leaving behind the laughter and chatter of the group.

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Señor Frogs Headcanons (☁️/🔞)

Summary: Inspired by Señor Frogs driving team getting their first podium: headcanons of what it'd be like returning to each of the drivers as gf!reader after each of their stints. Content (warnings): mainly fluff, smut @ end features thigh riding + rly slight exhibitionism

Chrismd -Performance synopsis: he spun out initially but managed to clutch up and take the senor frogs to right in the middle (15th place) -He'd come back to cheers and pats on the back from his fellow drivers, rain speckling his visor and suit that had just began as he'd ran off the track -He takes in the boys' praise and a mouthful of cake that Chippo forces down him as a celebratory snack -But as soon as he locks eyes with you his grin is widening by tenfold -You're over the moon - completely shocked and surprised and proud of your man - running to him with open arms and wrapping him torso with the grandest hug - your face slotting into the crook of his neck and eyes closing as you hug him with all the force in your body -Practically knock the man  off of his feet, and he falls back onto the sofa behind him, still wrapped with your arms around him -Ends up having the post-performance chat with the boys with you wrapped around his middle - one of his hands gesturing and accompanying what he said, whilst the other pat your back and rubbed over the back of your head.

Willne -Performance synopsis: Shambolic at the start - didn't do his helmet up or take the seat insert out, losing valuable time for the team - gets a contact warning for being an "aggressive driver" and spun out a few more times, before finishing his stint as night fell. -Will came back feeling sick. He thought he'd done horrid as he left that car, but seeing you on the line with the iconic whiteboard - stood besides Calfreezy with the sign reading "MY BOYFRIEND IS THE BEST DRIVER"- -Will received a heavy slap on the back from Freezy, and a kiss on the visor from you. -You hadn't even realised that you wouldn't be able to kiss Will, with his helmet and visor still pulled down, until your lips met the cold glass and you pulled back - seeing the misty shape of your lips patterned across the glass -Your hands were completely frenzied as they shoved the visor up with a palm, smashing your lips through the slit and connecting them with Will's whilst he used his arms (pumped and inflated with adrenaline) to pull you up onto his waist, walking you back into the Senor Frog's shelter  -And when you walked into the warm room where the rest of the teamates were - you had Will's helmet in your hand, your other hand wrapped around his neck to hold your body close to his whilst he held you around his waist, kissing you sweeter than ever even whilst you were drenched from the rain outside -You didn't care. You were over the moon kissing Will like he had won the olympics. 

Chip -Performance synopsis: The night driver. The fastest and one of the best drivers, sent out to manage the weight of the boys' expectations in the dark of the night. And in the rain and the dark, Chip flew past the other drivers and into first-fucken-place. Too bad he got a black flag and pulled into the pit lane - told off for overtaking and spinning out with a stalled car... -Chip returned to the RV dejected, having had Cal laugh in his face from his performance. -You were laying in the RV bed that Chip had reserved for you, and were groggily awoken as your boyfriend, dressed in a now relaxed hoodie and pair of joggers, pulled the curtain back and told you to move up for him. -You'd watched the beginning of the performance, and so when Chip came back feeling so down you wondered what had happened -"You did so well!" You pressed a kiss to his face, then another on the other side. "You took the team to first place and had the fastest laps-!" -"I spun out and stalled the car and lost a minute" Chip grumbled in retaliation, pulling a pillow over his face to cover himself in shame. -You knew that wasn't good for the team at all, but you still couldn't let your boy look so distressed, so you carefully pulled the pillow away from his face and peppered two more kisses over either of his closed eyes -"That can be made up with other teams' pit stops," You consoled him, letting your hand rub over Chippo's curly locks comfortingly. "Anyone in the team - anyone on the track could've spun out or stalled the car - not everyone could've overtaken everyone on the track and gotten the team into first place-" -Your words were abruptly cut off by someone in the RV violently SHHHHHHHHing to indicate that it was still indeed 3am and people were trying to sleep. -Turning back to Chip, his expression at least looked less unhappy and more accepting - and you could feel his heartrate against your front, slowing and coming to a reasonable rate. -It was then Chip's turn to press a kiss to your forehead and mumble a thank you - i love you - turn around - spooning you before falling asleep, holding you as close to his chest as possible

Harry Lewis -He was panicking when he got onto the course, and that showed the moment he got onto the track and got overtaken my everyone else. Wailing through the microphone, screaming to get him off, practically crying into the mic where no-one could communicate to him... Bog returned feeling humiliated, embarrassed and with just a slight death wish -It was still dark when Harry returned, and you didn't hear anything until you felt the strong arm around your waist, pulling you into his body, closer, and sighing into your back as lay down next-to you in the sleeping quarters. -"I fucked it," was what you heard from behind you, before Harry's forehead pressed against your back, hiding his face from the light in shame, as he tried to also get a bit of sleep. -You knew better than to try console Harry verbally in this situation, too. -Instead, you let your hand scale over Harry's arm until you found his hand, wrapped around your middle and beneath your body - bringing it from beneath you and up to your mouth, planting a kiss to the back and interlacing your fingers with his to squeeze him, and physically reassure him. -Something close to a whine escaped his lips because he definitely did not feel comforted by the actions which he knew had the intention of placating him. -You knew what comforted him though, and you let his hands do what they needed to. -They fell down to your stomach, the section that wasn't defined with muscle and had a squish to it. -His palms massaged the pliant flesh, massaging it between each section of his palm and kneading it like a cat making biscuits, using your body like a stress ball  -It sent you to sleep. That feeling of being held and nurtured by someone you loved. And Harry was quick to sleep, too, his hands slowly slowing to just holding you and cradling your body.

Willne (second stint) -Second stint performance synopsis: The boys were horrified seeing him go out and go so slowly. The weather had reached an all time low, as had the team's performance. -"Sack of piss and shit car," Will came in and practically threw his helmet down, throwing the headset at Cal too, who accepted his fate and let the shitty plastic hit his arm. "You c'mere, Y/n, I need a rest-" -Even filled with anger, Will couldn't resist the opportunity to take a nap with you. -"Lie across me, please," Will had asked, groggy hands already trying to manoeuvre you and pull you on top of him. -You knew he liked that feeling of being compressed, and you liked Will's chest as a pillow - so you crawled on top of Will's body and let his hand fall to your back, hand grazing up and down over and over, fingernails lightly scratching and getting you addicted to his touch as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment of peace and care away from the other boys, Will's scratching slowing to a stop until you felt air fanning across the top of your head and little snores n grumbles from your sleeping beauty

Chip (second stint) -After two hours sleep, Chip wasn't feeling happy to proceed Will's performance... Yet he outdid everyones' expectations and with the help of the rival team's technical errors... Chip seemed to be making up for Will's performance. -Chip practically received a roar of cheers and praise as he entered into the Frogs' den, and as he sat down besides you and felt you pressing your lips firmly against his cheek to cement a proud kiss to his cheek. -Your boyfriend's adrenaline and emotion was still high and furiously pumping through his body however, and that small gesture just wasn't enough for Chippo. -And so despite all the other boys that were in the room and still watching the man - Chip's arm came around the underside of your thigh and hauled you over his body so that you straddled his hips - before his hand wrapped around the back of your neck and brought your lips smashing into his, meeting in the most frantic and passionate kiss which Chip was fast to insert his tongue into, sloppying and wetting the both of your lips as the boys around you eurrrggghhhhhhhed, and Cal even joked "C'mon Chippo, your performance was good but not good enough for this much PDA-"

Harry (second stint) -After being placed in first place after Matt's masterclass on the track, Harry did his absolute best not to get onto that track. Surprise; he found himself back on the track just as the rain restarted. And although Harry started perfectly, Harry's spirits were hindered as he let more and more drivers surpass him and take the first place spot.  -"Fuck off," Harry grumbled at Cal as soon as he saw the giraffe looking twat (his words, not my narration) at the race-side. -He huffed as he sat on the sofa in the group setting - right besides you. -And you could tell Harry was in a dangerous mood - meaning you were unsure whether or not to say anything to him.. -Harry answered that internal issue however, as his arms wrapped around your waist and drew you from your conversation with Chippo as he pulled you onto his lap, burying his head into the back of your shoulder where he could block all light from reaching his eyes and smell the perfume you'd worn on your pulse point to calm him down.  -You ran a hand through his hair with a blush forming across yours cheeks as you signalled to Chippo to save the conversation for later, instead working on knotting your fingers through Harold's hair and massaging the stress out of his scalp lovingly

Chip (third stint) -He went in to make up for Harry's mistakes, and managed to weasel a penalty for an opposition team... Yet also appeared to have damaged his him from the injury of the collision. Regardless, he takes the car over the final line and brings the boys their second place and podium position.  -He ran back to the side lines where his team was cheering and screaming praise at the man who had secured them a podium for their first time ever -He literally grabbed you when he got there - picking you up from the lower half and lifting you straight from your feet - spinning you around and making you clutch his shoulders as he whirled you, squeezing you tighter than ever -You were put down with a headrush that made you barely able to see, before Chip crashed his lips into yours with a bruising force that almost made you pass out as your lashes fluttered and head spun, trying to accommodate the fast pace of everything happening around you -Has you in one arm and the trophy in the other whilst taking podium photos -Puts his medal around you n gets litr the cutest photos -U see later that night an insta story Chippo's posted: some candid photo of you one of the photographers had taken when you cheered upon seeing Chip cross the finish line - in your sundress and look of ecstasy on your face -And the caption makes your heart melt: "Couldn't have done it without my good-luck girl either <3"

Calfreezy (🔞) -This brother was STRESSED the entire time. -would have u on his lap from START TO FINISH whilst sat in front of the screens n viewing station, his head resting against your shoulder as he looks past you - hands wrapped around your waist - fixated on the screen -Will squeeze + you'll feel his grip tightening whenever he gets nervous watching someone out on the track -N when he gets excited because Chip and Matt are overtaking a bunch of drivers, he'll bounce his leg happily and cause you to jump with it. -At night, when everyone's asleep in the RV and Harry was out on the track, giving you two the empty room... Cal had you feeling needy, your exhibitionist and horny thoughts turning up as you shuffled in his lap. -"C'mon Cal, no-one would know..." You'd turned around to straddle his lap - and you were gently nipping and kissing over his neck to persuade him, your body flush against his under the blanket that Matt had provided you before going to sleep himself. "Everyone's asleep and Harry's gonna be out on the track for another hour - c'mon - you need to relieve some of that stress, too-" -"Y/n I gotta stay focussed.." Cal groaned, readjusting his semi beneath his cargos, and you whined in response, rutting your hips into his and giving him absolutely no chance to compose himself. -"But Caaal, I need you.." Your words made him groan, rolling his head back and fastening his hands around your hips to stop you from grinding down onto him, because the combination of your words and his body was driving him fucking insane. -He found a compromise though. His hands wrapped around either thigh and quite literally picked you up and off from his lap - instead placing either of your knees around one of his thighs.  -"Ride my thigh then. You're really that desperate for something? Ride my thigh and thank me for it." -Already turned on - his words were practically enough to make you finish right then and there -But allowing your hands to fasten around your shoulders instead - your teeth biting down into his trapezius to muffle the moans and whimpers that fell from your lips - you humped your core furiously back and forth over his thigh -And even though he initially refused to do anything because he was so focussed on monitoring the screen, he could feel his agitation growing as with each rut of your hips you moved his cargos and created friction between his cock and the material of his trousers -Gives you max 30 seconds recovery to come down from your high before folding you over the table and fucking you whilst having you babble thank you's and pray that no-one woke up and returned to the room early.

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Drunk and Touchy

Request: I'm obsessed with drunk touchy ChrisMD and would love some Chris fluff where he's a bit tipsy and can't keep his hands off his girl.

Pairing: ChrisMD x Gf!Reader

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2.1k

Content Warnings:

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The evening air in London had a certain crispness to it, a gentle nip that reminded pedestrians of the impending winter. The street lamps flickered to life, casting a warm glow over the cobblestone streets as the city's heartbeat grew louder with the approach of the weekend. Inside a cozy pub, laughter and the clinking of glasses formed a comforting melody that melded with the aroma of roasting meat and simmering pints.

Chris, feeling the warmth of the room and the buzz from his third pint, found his hand gravitating towards Y/N's thigh. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a hint of amusement. "You're getting quite handsy tonight," she teased, her voice a sweet blend of English accent and playfulness.

Chris leaned in closer, his cheeks flushed from the ale. "Can't help it, love," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "You look absolutely radiant." His fingertips danced along the fabric of her skirt, sending a shiver up her spine. She felt the heat rising to her cheeks, a mix of affection and mild embarrassment. The pub was crowded, but their corner booth felt like a private sanctuary amidst the jovial chaos.

"You're not so bad yourself," she whispered back, placing her hand over his. He grinned, the dimple in his cheek deepening. His thumb traced idle circles on the back of her hand, his gaze never leaving hers. The moment stretched out, a silent conversation that only the two of them understood.

The music grew louder as the evening progressed, the crowd's energy infectious. Chris's movements grew more exaggerated with each sip, his touch more daring. His hand slid from her thigh to her waist, his fingers looping around the fabric of her blouse. He leaned in closer still, his nose brushing against her neck as he inhaled her scent—a delicate mix of lavender and the faint tang of the city's rain.

Y/N stifled a giggle as his nose tickled her skin. She playfully swatted him away, her eyes never leaving his. "You're going to get us kicked out," she warned, though her tone was more flirtatious than serious.

Chris's eyes widened with mock innocence. "Me?" He feigned ignorance, but the twinkle in his eye gave him away. He took another sip of his beer, the foam lingering on his upper lip. Without missing a beat, he leaned in and kissed her, the coldness of the glass still on his mouth. Y/N's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks growing hotter as she leaned into the kiss, forgetting about the world outside their bubble.

Their conversation grew more hushed, the words slurring together as the drinks flowed freely. Chris's hand was a constant presence on her, moving from her waist to her hand, her knee, and back again. It was as if he was mapping her body, memorizing every curve and line. The warmth of his palm against her skin was comforting, a gentle reminder that she was loved and desired.

Yet, as the night grew later, the touches grew more intense. His hand slid up her thigh, his thumb grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She shifted in her seat, trying to ignore the way her body responded. But it was difficult when every nerve ending felt heightened, when every touch was electric.

Her eyes searched his, looking for a sign that he knew what he was doing. His gaze was hazy, a mix of love and lust that made her stomach flutter. He leaned in again, whispering sweet nothings into her ear that sounded like poetry in his drunken state.

Finally, with the last call echoing through the pub, they stumbled out into the cool night air. The cobblestone streets felt unsteady under their feet, the laughter of the city seeming to swirl around them like a fog. Chris's words grew more nonsensical with each step they took, his voice slurring as he spoke of distant lands and impossible dreams. Y/N couldn't help but laugh, her own head feeling lighter than air.

"And then, I fought a dragon, right?" he said, his eyes wide with a drunken conviction that made her smile. "It was this big," he gestured wildly with his arms, nearly knocking over a nearby trash bin. "And it had the most fabulous beard. Just like Gandalf's, but with glitter."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, her own cheeks flushed from the cold and the drinks. "Chris, you're ridiculous."

He leaned into her, his hand sliding down to her hip as they meandered through the narrow alleyways. "But it's true, I swear! The dragon had the most beautiful singing voice, too. Like an angel, it was."

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle, the sound echoing in the empty streets. "I'm sure it did, love." She tightened her grip on his arm, guiding him gently as he weaved from side to side. The touchy-feely side of Chris was something she adored, but she knew they needed to get home before he said something truly embarrassing to a passerby.

He paused, looking down at her with a seriousness that was almost comical. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me." His words were thick with feeling, the alcohol loosening his tongue.

"Chris, you say that every night," she replied with a smirk, though she knew he meant it every time. His touch grew more insistent, his hand sliding up to her neck as he leaned in for a kiss. His breath was warm and faintly minty from the chewing gum he'd popped into his mouth, a pitiful attempt to hide the beer. She kissed him back, her hand coming up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath the fabric of his shirt.

As they stumbled along, he couldn't help but run his fingers through her hair, playing with the strands that had escaped her loose bun. "It's like a waterfall," he murmured, his eyes half-closed in awe. "A golden waterfall." Y/N giggled, the sound a soft melody in the quiet night. She knew he was drunk, but she liked this side of him, the one that was unfiltered and open.

Chris's hand found its way to her lower back, his thumb brushing the small of it in slow, lazy circles. "You're so bloody beautiful," he whispered, his eyes searching hers. "Do you know that?" His words were a gentle caress, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. She leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder as they continued their tipsy journey home.

He continued to ramble on about her, his voice a warm buzz in her ear. "Your eyes, love, they're like the stars. And your smile, it lights up the whole room. It's like… it's like a secret language that only I can understand." His hand traveled up to her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "And your laugh, oh, it's like music. I could listen to it forever."

Y/N's heart swelled with affection. She knew he was tipsy, but his words were like a balm to her soul. "You're not so bad yourself, Chris," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. His touch grew more gentle, his thumb sliding to her lower lip. "You make me feel like the most important person in the world."

He leaned in closer, his eyes searching hers. "You are, Y/N. You really are." His voice was low and earnest, the alcohol-induced haze doing little to diminish the intensity of his gaze. He kissed her again, his hand sliding around to the back of her neck, holding her in place as if afraid she might vanish if he let go. The kiss was deep, his tongue brushing against hers with a hunger that made her knees weak.

Y/N pulled away slightly, her breath hitching. "Chris," she admonished, though her voice was laced with affection. "We're in the middle of the street."

He grinned, unrepentant. "So what if we are?" His hand trailed down her arm, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of her wrist. "I just want to touch you everywhere, love. You're like a masterpiece I can't get enough of."

Her cheeks burned, a delightful blend of embarrassment and pleasure. She tried to shrug him off playfully, but his grip was firm, his eyes never leaving hers. "Chris," she said, her voice a gentle scold. "People are going to stare."

But Chris was lost in his drunken admiration, his gaze roving over her features as if discovering them for the first time. "Let 'em," he murmured, his breath warm and sweet against her skin. "They're just jealous. They don't have someone as amazing as you." His hand slid down her arm, his fingertips grazing her elbow before resting at her waist.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a thrill at his words, even as she rolled her eyes. "You're such a flirt," she said, though her voice held a smile. "But we really should get home before you start serenading me in the middle of the street."

Chris's grin grew wider. "Oh, I've got plenty of songs for you," he began to croon, his voice off-key and wobbly with drink. She laughed, cutting him off with a kiss that was more gentle than passionate, but filled with all the love and affection she felt for him. When they broke apart, she took his hand firmly in hers and began to lead him towards their flat, her stride steady despite her own tipsiness.

The walk home was a blur of warm touches and whispered sweet nothings, his hand never straying far from her body. She felt cherished and desired, the cool London air a stark contrast to the warmth that emanated from him. They stopped every few steps for a kiss, their laughter echoing through the empty streets. It was a night she knew she'd remember forever, a perfect blend of love and laughter, of stumbling and fumbling.

When they finally reached their flat, Chris fumbled with the keys, his deftness lost to the whispers of ale. Y/N took them from him, her own hands shaking slightly from the cold and anticipation. She unlocked the door and ushered him inside, his hand never leaving hers. The warmth of the flat wrapped around them like a blanket, a stark contrast to the chilly night outside.

Chris leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving hers. "You know what, Y/N?" His voice was a soft murmur, the room spinning slightly around them. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

Y/N couldn't help but smile, her cheeks feeling hot. "You're pretty wonderful yourself," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She stepped closer, her hands reaching up to cup his face. His stubble was rough against her palms, a stark contrast to the softness of his skin.

Chris leaned into her touch, his eyes closing briefly. "But you, love," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "you're like a miracle. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Y/N's heart swelled, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "You're a handful when you're like this," she said, her voice a mix of fondness and exasperation. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

Chris's eyes snapped open, a spark of understanding lighting them up. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her cheek. "I'm a handful, am I?" His voice was a playful growl, his hand sliding around her waist to pull her closer.

Y/N giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Always," she said, her voice a sweet challenge. "But that's what makes you… you."

Chris's grin grew, his eyes never leaving hers. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was both fiery and gentle, his hand sliding down to the small of her back. The warmth of his touch seeped through her clothes, setting her skin alight with goosebumps. He was indeed a handful, but she wouldn't have it any other way. His passion, his love, his unfiltered honesty—it was all part of what made him so utterly irresistible.

The kiss grew deeper, their bodies pressed together in the hallway of their cozy London flat. Y/N could feel the thud of his heart against her chest, the steady rhythm matching her own racing pulse. His hands roamed over her, exploring every inch of her with a tenderness that made her melt into him. The room spun around them, but she didn't care. In that moment, all she knew was the warmth of his embrace and the sweet taste of his lips.

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[you've been invited to shoot a football challenge for George's YouTube with Chrismd/Arthur hill/Arthurtv, you have no idea what the video idea is apart from kicking a ball, which you're useless at; apart from some challenge you manage to upstage the boys at]

It's 9am and you all arrive at the football pitch to begin filming, the boys all dressed in football attire whilst you attend in grey joggers, a gym jacket and some pink football boots. The idea of the video is to try score a goal with a different body part ranging from head-foot and everything in between.

"Today we're going to be trying to score a goal using a different part of our bodies, ranging from our head to our toes, no pun intended, but today instead of it being just me and the boys, I've fetched my girlfriend y/n along to see if she can not only boost my views, but maybe score a few goals too" you roll your eyes as George makes his video introduction, already regretting the decision to say yes. George goes first, first up headers, the first one to score inevitably makes everyone move to the next body part.

"First we're starting with headers, first one to score a goal means we all move onto the next body part"

George misses his shot, Chris next, he musters up the strength and manages to score just narrowly missing the crossbar into the top left corner

"Yeahhhh!!" The boys all shout in unison, chasing Chris round the pitch in celebration

"Next up we have the chest, this means we will try land a clean shot onto our chest, for it to drop to our feet and kick from there"

"Right well surely y/n has to score this she's got an advantage!" Chris says hinting at your boobs being extra padding. "Is that why you scored the first one then because of all the forehead padding?" You hit back at him, you make your way up to take the first shot as George throws it towards you, you bounce it off your chest in perfect timing and send it down to your feet with good connection, but not good enough as it just skims over the crossbar. Next up George, you throw it into your boyfriend landing it perfect onto his chest, he bounces it off and smashes it into the back of the net.

"See I'm clearly not the only one with advantage padding!" You gesture to Chris as he shakes his head and laughs at you

"Next we have probably the worst place for me and the lads as we move to the crotch area, thankfully we have covers to out over our Crown Jewels to avoid injury"

Arthur Hill goes first, but the kickback is too powerful and knocks him to the ground "mate I can't do that, that's harsh on the boys" Arthur whines clutching his crotch in pain, George goes, same scenario and the same with Chris and Arthurtv.

"Looks like it's just y/n to go now, good luck love" George says as you have 0 hope that this is going to go easy. The ball is thrown to you as you bounce it off your crotch area with no pain whatsoever, bouncing it onto your feet and smashing it into the top corner with no struggle. The boys rally round you as you don't believe your eyes, you scored!

"Now that's what you call pussy power!" Arthurtv hollers as they all lift you up in celebration whilst also laughing at the fact Arthur just said that.

"Last but not least we have feet, we're going to do bicycle kicks for this one, we have two mats on the floor where we're going to jump and try to kick it overhead into the goal"

Seen as it's the last one you all see how many you can do, Chris goes first and manages to score 3. George 2, Hill 1 and Tv 2

"I'm surprised you can reach with your small chicken legs!" You say to Chris "right let's see how many you can do short arse" he says back to you, you walk to the mats and get in position, knees bent for extra balance yet the boys didn't know you used to do gymnastics as a child, you amp up the courage as the first ball is shot to you, throwing yourself back you get great connection with the ball and sending it through the middle of the net, scoring your first. The boys jaw drop as you score another 2 in a row, taking you tied with Chris.

"Wanna make a bet Chris?" You offer "sure what is it" he answers back "if I can score 3 more in a row with no misses, you owe me £500, if I miss one, I owe you £500" the boys all turn to Chris to see what he's going to say. "You're on" he says coming to shake your hand.

"Easiest £500 I'll ever make" you mutter under your breath, another ball shot towards you and another one scored, 1 more short towards you and you score again.

"Jesus Christ she might actually do it" George says as you look at him with menace in your eyes, ready for the next ball to be sent over. The ball shoots towards you and you kick back once again, the connection a little off this time, you catch it with the tip of your boot as it slots itself into the corner left pocket. You drop to the mats as all the boys come clambering onto you, making a pile on in celebration.

"No fucking way she's just shown you up Chris" TV Scoffs, you emerge from the pile and shake Chris' hand. "Night out on me I guess then" you say to everyone as Chris transfers you the money you bet. You begin to pack up the gear to go home, you finish around 2pm.

"See I knew it'd be good fetching you along, you've had fun right?" George asks pull you in for a hug "yeah I have, thanks for inviting me" you say pressing into his chest, he plants a kiss on top of your forehead.

"No problem baby, I'm glad you've had fun"

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