𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

The Biker and His Sunshine| Request

AN: Hey everyone, I'm just letting you all know that I'm once more taking on requests! They might take longer than they used to, but I promise they'll eventually come. I do have to limit them to 2 requests per person a week, just so I can try to keep on top of things.

Anyway, in this imagine, Y/N and Leon are both bikers, however Leon doesn't assume so at first considering she's 'girly' and doesn't 'look' like one. They meet at a street race and Leon practically falls head over heels for Y/N.   
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The air is thick with exhaust fumes and the humming of bike engines when my best friend Carly and I arrive at the makeshift street race. The whole car park is lined with different bikes, a rainbow of colours and headlights shine onto the straight empty road beside us, where two bikes zoom past followed by a chorus of cheers and curses. Money is passed from hand to hand as Carly and I weave through the crowd, I swallow back the question of 'when can we go home?' as I trail behind her, I can already feel eyes scanning and judging me, so I pull my cardigan tighter around my chest until Carly finally comes to a stop. 

"Isn't this awesome?" She asks, nudging me just as two bike engines rev and speed off down the stretch of road. Another race has begun. I raise my brows at her taller stature, opening my mouth I begin to explain how spending my Friday night surrounded by testosterone and cheap cologne isn't ideal, but Carly's already cheering on her favourite bike as the winner of the race turns their bike into the car park, followed by the crowd rushing to them. Carly is no exception, her excitement is enough for both of us as she grabs my wrist and tugs me across the parking lot to the group of bikers colluded together. Loud music pumps from someone's car as the winning biker climbs off of his sleek black Ducati XDiavel, he takes off his helmet, and my breath instantly catches. 

He's handsomely rugged, but a lot older than I am. He shakes his dark hair, reaching up to run gloved fingers through the strands before he's patted on the back of his leather jacket by other bikers. He grins, fist bumping the air as he chuckles and greets the fans, there's something about his smile that doesn't meet his steely blue eyes though. As if he's not great at dealing with the attention. I barely notice as Carly starts talking to another biker, she gives me a pleading look which tells me she wants to have a 'private conversation' with him, so I nod and give her an encouraging smile. I'll manage on my own for however long she's gone, and even if she bails I've still got my ride home. When I look back at the rugged biker, I see that his eyes are glued to me, lips parted as he stares at me with an intensity that makes my knees weak. I take my lip between my teeth as I wave up my hand in some kind of greeting, but then the crowd swallows him up. 

I walk backwards, leaving the adrenaline for those who enjoy it as I head back to where the bikes are lined up, at least here it's a little more peaceful. I lean against a small wall, watching a couple of races that last less than a minute each until the sound of footsteps approaching triggers my attention. I turn my head, eyes widening as I see the rugged biker prowling towards me with a confident swagger. I stifle a sigh, deep down I was hoping he wasn't the 'king of the racers' kind of vibe, but the way he sets his shoulders up and tilts his head as he watches me sit up straighter doesn't dull my impression. The slightest flicker of excitement courses through me, but it's matched with disappointment too. When he stops in front of me, a small smile curves one half of his lips. 

"I haven't seen you here before." The man murmurs. I huff a laugh, shaking my head as people look over as if to watch the interaction. My cheeks burn as I tilt my head back to fully look at him. 

"You know, that's very unoriginal." I playfully retort. "You have a nice bike, and it seems like you ride well." I add, hoping to clear the initial awkwardness away. The man's brows raise to his hairline as he gestures to the wall, as if asking permission to sit. I scoot over as two bikes fly past behind me, in the distance I hear the crowd once more make a commotion. The man closes his eyes, looking oddly at peace as he tilts his head to the night sky.