Hey guys! Against my better judgment, I've decided to write a smutty YouTuber fanfic… but of course, I'm not going the traditional route… OTPs here will be Phil & Carrie, and Dan & Emma. Sorry, but I like Dan and Phil too much as friends to ship them together… ENJOY!
Carrie's POV:
"Phillip! I'm back!" I call out, on the off chance he will hear me. Most likely he is upstairs, laying in his bed, laptop in his lap, phone by his side, and headphones over his ears blasting Fall Out Boy at full volume. Ever since he and Dan went on that trip to meet them, it's all he ever seemed to listen to. I didn't mind though, I myself as a big FOB fan.
You can imagine my surprise then when I saw him coming down the stairs just then, welcoming me home.
"Hey babe." He replies and with absolutely no warning, he wraps his hands around my waist pulling me closer to him. Warmth radiates off his body like rays of sunshine. I tilt my chin up to just the right angle, with my lips just centimeters from his. I can feel his breathe on me, as I look into his beautifully mesmerizing eyes. I swear they literally changed color. Sometimes they were this brilliant shade of blue green, like ocean on a perfect day. Other times they were grayer, and shined like beautiful moons. Both of us lean forward at the same time, our lips meeting in the perfect middle. His kisses were like heaven. I lift my arms up around his neck and deepened the kiss.
I feel his tongue pressing against my lips, slowly moving across each one, silently begging to enter. Almost as if they had a mind of their own, my lips part and his tongue dashes in, exploring each small crevice and claiming every little part of my mouth as his. Keeping one hand firmly around my back, supporting me and pressing me closer to him, he moves his other hand up into my hair, pulling out the hair tie I'd used to keep my hair up, so my messy blonde curls now hang freely down my back.
A soft moan escapes my lips as I tangle my hand in his messily styled hair. I felt him grin against my lips as I pull away for air. He won't have it though, because immediately he moves his soft moist lips down to my neck, kissing and sucking gently at the most sensitive part, right under my ear. I jump up enough to straddle him and he slowly walks backward towards the couch. He gently lowers us down, his lips moving back up to my waiting mouth. This time, I am the one hungry for more. I push my tongue against his lips, impatient for him to part his lips. I press my tongue into his mouth, where it connects with his and they tie together almost in knots.
I move my hand under his shirt now, so my palm presses against his smooth chest. Desperate for more contact, I pull his shirt over his head, only breaking the kiss for the millisecond it takes for the cloth to pass over his lips, before our mouths crash into each other like a wave hitting the beach.
Do you know that book, Perks of Being A Wallflower, where Charlie says, "And in that moment, I swear we were infinite," well now I know what he meant. I know it sounds cheesy, but I don't know any better way to describe what I was feeling. Nothing mattered, nothing else existed, because in that moment we were everything.