Stray Kids Imagines

Motorcycle - I.N

The air was thick with the heady scent of leather and petrol as you stood there, your heart hammering against your ribcage. The sun dipped lazily in the sky, casting long shadows across the parking lot. You could feel your knees wobble, your breath coming out in short, shallow gasps. Jeongin was going to take you on the back of his bike. It was your first date with him.

The sound of his engine roared to life, vibrating deep in your core. Your gaze drifted up to meet his, and something flickered in his eyes, something wild and possessive. It both thrilled and terrified you. His strong hands reached out, taking yours in his, and he pulled you closer.

"You ready to fly, angel?" he asked, his voice rough.

You swallowed hard, feeling the words stick in your throat. 

"Y-yeah," you managed to croak. "I'm ready."

He guided you around the bike, his body so close to yours that you could feel the heat radiating off him. You shivered, half from anticipation and half from fear. When he finally positioned you behind him, your arms curled around his waist, your chest pressing firmly against his back. 

"Ready?" he asked over the engine. 

You could just nod. And with that he took off.

The wind whipped around you, making you feel light as a feather. You closed your eyes, feeling the world spin around you, the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. You gripped him tighter, his body shielding you from the worst of the wind. As intimidating as this new experience was for you, you felt safe with him.

You rode for what seemed like hours, winding your way through the city streets. He took you to places you'd never been before, to hidden gems only the locals knew about. He pointed out landmarks, telling you stories about his life, about how he'd come to be here, on this bike. You listened intently, your heart fluttering with every word.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting the world in hues of pink and orange, he pulled over to the curb and switched off the engine. You felt a pang of disappointment as the rumble of the bike died away, but you didn't want to let him know. You wanted to stay wrapped around him forever.

After taking off your helmets he turned in his seat, his eyes meeting yours. There was something intense in his gaze, something soft yet possessive. 

"You know," he said, his voice rough with emotion, "I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

You swallowed hard, feeling a shiver run down your spine. 

"Do what?" you managed to choke out.

He leaned forward, his breath hot against your ear. 

"Take you out like this. Show you my world." His hand moved to cradle your cheek, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. "You see, I've been alone for a long time, and when I met you... I knew."

You couldn't help but feel a thrill run through you at his words. His touch was so gentle, so intimate. It was as if he was revealing a side of himself that no one else had ever seen. 

"Knew what?" you asked softly, your voice barely audible over the beating of your heart.

His eyes searched yours, holding you captive. 

"That you were the one. The one who could make me feel alive again." 

His thumb traced lazy circles on my cheek.

You swallowed hard, feeling your own emotions tangling together in a knot. Part of you was terrified by the intensity of his words and the way he was looking at you, but another part of you felt a thrill running through you, a desperate need to know more.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. 

"I want to show you everything. I want to share my world with you." 

His hand slid down, coming to rest on your thigh, and you could feel the strength and warmth emanating from him. 

"I want to make you feel the way you make me feel."

You couldn't help but shiver at his words. The desire in his voice was palpable, and you felt your heart racing in your chest. You wanted nothing more than to trust him and see where this journey took you.

He leaned back slightly, giving you a little room to breathe. 

"I want to give you the world." he murmured.

His words sent another shiver down your spine, and you found yourself leaning forward, wanting more of his touch. The air between you both crackled with anticipation as he continued to gaze deeply into your eyes.

And then, before you could even process what was happening, his lips were on yours. His kiss was soft and gentle at first, a mere brush of his lips against yours that sent sparks flying through your body. But then he deepened the kiss, and you felt yourself melting against him.

When he pulled back you instantly missed his lips. He glanced down at his watch.

"I should take you back home." He stated gently. 

A pang of disappointment flooded through your chest but he was right. It was already late.
He motioned for you to put on the helmet again but before you did you leaned in whispering: "Take the long way home." 

He grinned at you: "You whish is my command, angel." 

And with that the both of you disappeared into the night.