I don't wanna be friends - Armin Arlert

Chapter 8 - Y/N pov

Chapter 8 - Y/N pov

I'm so sorry for making you guys wait for this chapter for so long! Here's the car seggs you all have been waiting for.

"Tonight... I'm gonna give you all my love in the back seat."

He whispers sweet words into my ear, making me tremble under his figure.

A quick and sharp exhale escapes my lips as I can feel Armin's breath fanning down my neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

A euphoric feeling throwing my mind into frenzy, unable to think straight with how he's making me feel right now.

"Screw it," I say "I want your love... I don't wanna be friends."

My right hand finds place at the back of his neck, soon travelling into his soft blonde locks as I curl my fingers into his hair and pull him in closer, our lips colliding in unison with our movements.

Our legs sandwiched together as he leans in closer to deepen our passionate kiss.

His tongue invading my mouth, discovering every crevice, every inch of my body with his large yet soft talented hands, just like he did before.

He's done so much to me, and I just let him do it. He's like a hypnotic devil, always getting what he wants.

Our heads shift with each movement to get closer to one another.

His right hand slides down from my torso then near my inner thighs, slowly caressing dangerously close to my core.

Armin pulls away from our kiss, our forehead and noses touching while his left hand is placed ever so gently at the side of my neck.

"Je veux ton amour, je ne veux pas être amis." He says, a french phrase that I've never heard before.

I push my head back, our faces inches apart now and I cock my head to the side slightly in question, curious of what he said.

"I want you, and only you, beautiful. I know you wanted to go slow and steady at first so I won't go any further if you don't want me to, but just know I'm not giving you up that easily. I don't want to be friends either"

A strong silence fills the car when I don't reply to him right away. My breath catches in my throat...

I look into his eyes, those beautiful blue orbs that always have me in a trance. I can see a dream behind those eyes, and it's beautiful.

"Please say something." He says.

I sit upwards, on my knees on the cushions of the car's seat. Armin does the same, the warmth of his hands leaves my body as he relaxes his back to the cushions behind him.

"Armin..." I call out his name and he looks at me, all attentive like a puppy.

I gaze back at him, a short period of time passes and I finally speak.

"I don't wanna be friends. I want all your love, I want you."

I lean in closer to him, no hesitation in my movements and he responds by pulling me over his lap. Armin's hips between my knees while my ass rests over his thighs.

"Good, since the feelings are mutual, why don't you kiss me again?" With every word escaping his lips, I find myself inching closer to his face.

Leaning in to close the gap between the two of us, and with no hesitation we offered each other our tongues once again while his hands rested at my love handles.

And fuck, how I missed it. Missed him. Or the feeling of him, rather. With every swipe of his tongue across my lower lip, I could feel the arousal pooling between my thighs.