▪︎All for you▪︎ - Diego x Reader || DISCONTINUED

▪︎ 10. Ecstatic Shock ▪︎

Two of my beloved readers are fighting to be the first reader of this chapter. My money is on one of them, but I ended up writing this earlier than planned just to see how it ends up (tho the fight most likely will continue throughout this book)

IF YALL DONT GIGGLE AND KICK YOUR FEET AT THIS I WILL THROW HANDS I AM NOT JOKING ILL THROW U ALL INTO A DITCH

happy reading <3

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Ecstatic Shock
n. the surge of energy upon catching a glance from someone you like-a thrill that starts in your stomach, arcs up through your lungs and flashes into a spontaneous smile-which scrambles your ungrounded circuits and tempts you to chase that feeling with a kite and a key.

I rushed towards the finish line, which wasn't as difficult as I thought it'd be. Sure, I was still upset about what has just happened, but I was way ahead. Once I got to the fifth stage, I managed to get in second place. Norisuke Higashikata had gotten there about 30 minutes before me, and Pocoloco arrived right after me.

Another 30 minutes passed, and the large crowd of contestants approached the finish line. I sat on top of a barrel, drinking some water and chatting with Norisuke. We watched them all fight, completely unaware that it was impossible to get in first place of this stage.

My eyes darted between the jockeys, trying to get even the slightest glimpse of an infuriating reptile-man. Gyro and Johnny passed the stage first, followed by Dot Han and Sandman. Hot Pants wasn't too far behind either, but Diego was nowhere to be seen.

My shoulders sunk a bit, and I looked down at the ground. The rumbling of the horse hooves continued as the rest of the participants gathered up in Kansas City. Eventually, a voice announced it.

"Incredible! The previously unbeatably Dio Brando ended up on 54th place! And look! His horse has been hurt as well!" I stood up immediately, looking in the direction of Diego. He held onto his saddle, leading the horse over the finish line as people cheered him on. Luckily, Silver Bullet had only cut her leg, so he wouldn't have to leave the race.

...Luckily? I should be happy if I have less competition. I've found myself thinking more and more about Diego, and less about my original purpose of winning this race. I didn't know what this feeling was, but it felt good.

Diego led his horse over to the veterinary station, where it was left for now. Once he had his back turned to me, I saw a trail of blood leading across his torso. My heart nearly sunk at the sight, and I felt like it was my fault to begin with.

He entered the medical care building, and I quickly ran after him. I didn't bother to check if anyone noticed, I just wanted to make sure he was okay. Once I entered, it was a surprisingly empty area. I only saw Dio in the far distance sitting on a stretcher, and a nurse who was taking care of him. Our eyes met, and he whispered something to the woman which caused her to leave.

"What happened?" I asked him, and he shrugged while looking away. "Don't act like you don't know."

"Who cares what happened? It's not important, you weren't there." He scoffed and turned his back to me, giving me a perfect view of his blood-soaked sweater.

"Take of your shirt, Diego."

"Do you have a death wish?"

"Just-" I sighed into my hand, rubbing my temples as I gathered all the patience I had. "-let me clean up your wound, It's... the least I could do after you helped me." Without a word, he took off his shirt and revealed the giant gash across his back. "This must hurt... At least it doesn't look too deep."

"I'm fine." Considering he winced when I lightly touched it, I'd say not so much.

"I'll help you, but it might sting for a moment." Every supply needed for the treatment was located on my left, so I grabbed it and got to work. I cleaned up the wound as best I could with Diego whining like a little puppy. I did my best to close it up as well, but he'd probably have to change the bandage frequently for the first week.

"It hurts like a bitch..." He muttered.

"You are a bitch." I placed the end of the bandage over his wound, wrapping my arms around his torso when I wrapped it around him. For every layer of bandage I added, I had to wrap my arms around him. It felt like I almost hugged him several times without actually doing it.

"Will you stop breathing down my neck? It's making me shiver..." He complained, and it gave me an idea. Just as I finished up with the bandages, I gently put my hands on his shoulder blades. I leaned in over his shoulder, right by his ear, and whispered.

"Why? Am I making you nervous?" I couldn't see his face at the time, but he made no effort in trying to move away from me. I thought it was a great opportunity to tease him when he was so vulnerable, but his reply wasn't what I expected.

"Yes." He said.

"Oh." I replied, standing up straight while keeping my hands on his shoulders. "Is it... In a good or a bad way?"

"...Is there a difference?"

"Yes, a rather obvious one too."

"Explain it to me."

"Well, one nervousness feels good... And one feels bad, I guess?" My voice was still low, and he started to reply in the same tone. It was as we were in the middle of whispering about something very secretive, that no one should know about. "Do you, uhm... Want me to help you figure out which type it is?"

"How would you do that?" He asked. I swalled some saliva, feeling my own body lose all of its confidence. I leaned forwards, noticing the hairs on his neck stand when I breathed as softly as I could. Before I had a chance to overthink it, I pressed my lips to his neck and kissed him gently.

Once reality hit me, I removed my hands from him and took a step back. Finally, he turned around carefully so he wouldn't affect his wound. He looked at me with widened eyes and a soft, red, blush over his cheeks. His lips were slightly separated, and he barely even blinked.

"I- I'm so sorry, Diego! I didn't- When you said- When- Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that, I-" Again, I took a step back. Diego reacted to my movement, quickly grabbing my wrist to maintain our current distance. It felt like I was out of breath, and warm- hot even. I was heating up, everywhere on my body.

"Don't, uhm-... Don't apologize." He continued to stare at me with widened eyes, as if he was in a state of surprise even now. It almost seemed as if his own actions surprised him more than mine did.

Subconsciously- or maybe even consciously- I took a step closer. The stretcher was quite high, so we were on the same level for once. Usually, I'd always have to look up at him. He pulled me closer to him, and I complied. My body moved on its own in the direction it wanted. In this case, that ended up with me standing in between his legs hanging over the edge.

"Y/N..." He whispered, leaning closer while still holding my wrist. I used my free hand and placed it on his thigh for support, leaning in as well. His eyes closed, and so did mine. Once I felt his hot breath, I stopped. It was as if my reflexes kicked in and asked me think this through. He had stopped as well, I could feel it, but his breath was still brushing against my lips. Just a bit more, and they'd touch. Just lean in a bit more, and I'd kiss his soft lips.

"Hey, does anyone know where the nurse is, I have to- Oh." Pocoloco entered the building, shouting across the room. It had previously been completely silent, and I nearly flew away from Diego. I stumbled backwards to the other side of the room, hiding my face from both men as I caught my breath and tried to cool down. My pulse was so fast that it was beating like drums in my ears, and I didn't know how I would ever be able to look at Diego again.

"Scram, she's not here." Diego said, sounding slightly less violent than usual.

"Sorry, sorry..." Pocoloco sighed and exited the building. I still stood faced towards the wall, focusing on my breath as I held my hands over my face. I felt humiliated, to say the least.

"Y/N?" Diego called. I turned around to him, who looked like his normal self. He was looking just fine, somehow. Didn't this moment mean anything to him? Here I was, nearly dying from embarrassment and he looked... Fine?!

"I have to go!" I turned my back and sprinted out the building. With his wound, he wouldn't be able to follow right away anyway.

My face still flushed red, and I frantically searched for Hot Pants to make sure I'd be able to hide from Diego, hopefully forever.