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KIYO

I always Hated Sport bikes , Sport cars or anything with loud engine and crazy horsepower.

It just gives me nothing but headache. But for the last whole year , I went to all of Mikey's Races as a psycho fan girl. 

My whole body vibrates from the force of engine and my breasts
glue to his back.

His rigid, muscular back.

I wrap my other hand around his waist, feeling like I'll fall off if I don't.


The power of the bike is nothing less than that of being on a roller
coaster.My fingers dig into his jacket, his T-shirt, anywhere I'm sure he won't
throw me off for fun.


The vibration of the engine shakes my whole body as he speeds down
the streets. It's like he's in a competition against the wind. Due to which I
might fall off on my ass.


The trees, streets, and people blur in my peripheral vision, or maybe I'm
just about to black out.
These high-adrenaline activities are just not for me.
How the hell does he manage to remain calm through it?


I'm on the verge of a panic attack and he just navigates the streets as if
they're his kingdom. It doesn't help that my body is all glued to his.


The pressure of the wind forbids me from putting any distance between
us. Every time I try to pull away, I'm flung forward harder so that my
breasts are crushed against his back.
I think he goes faster on purpose whenever I do that, so I stop trying.
I'm damn sure He's playing with me again.


this crazy psycho will land us in an accident. Well I like his psychotic side too.
What? I'm in love , leave me alone.

I'm surprised I haven't thrown up by the time he stops. My nails
continue digging into his abs while I scan my surroundings.


What if he starts the engine again and I fall on my face? I can't risk ruining my beautiful features.

"I know , You can't resist touching me but We've reached" His voice makes me open my eyes. He's grining at me flashing his signature smile.

Then , I realised that I'm still hugging him for my dear life.

No blushing
No BLUSHING
NO BLUSHING!!

So I give him my fake poker face even though Internally I'm a blushing mess and replies "Don't flatter Yourself , I was just holding you for my dear life."

Ok! It's a half truth. I was scared but Yes I can't resist touching him but He Doesn't need to know now.

"Whatever helps You sleep at night" He shrug off and helps me getting off from his bike.

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