Racing Rivals, Racing Hearts ☆ [Diego Brando x Reader]

Noisy Type Pt. 2 (7)

☆ Smut

You can feel the heat rising between the two of you as you both take in the intimacy of this moment. Upon removing your undergarment, he slowly begins to caress your inner thigh, his touch sending shivers again down your spine. Your breath catches in your throat as he leans in closer, your lips only inches apart. Before either of you can say anything, and without warning, Diego slides a finger in and you let out a small gasp.

He starts off slow, allowing you to get used to it as he pushes it in a bit deeper with your breath growing faster while he watches. "I've been waiting for this moment all day." He says just before beginning to lean in close so that he could whisper in your ear.

He begins to gently stroke your body as he continues with his finger. He takes notice of your staggering breathing in which he smiles before leaning his face closer. He lets out a 'Shh' sound as you try to remain a bit quiet with your moans.

He closes his eyes alongside you as he thrusts his finger a bit faster and deeper. You let out some more moans as he then leans in and kisses you slowly but passionately on the lips.

He pulls away from you and gives a smirk. "Soft. So sweet. I love how much control you give me right now." He says tenderly before curling his finger slightly as he thrusts it.

Diego begins to finger you more vigorously as you grow more comfortable with his finger inside you. His breathing is growing a bit faster alongside you. He continues to thrust his finger deeper and faster as your breathing starts getting heavier. Diego watches the pleasure in which you exude grow more intense with each touch he gives.

"You're incredibly soft. I love that." He says softly, still watching for any indication of what you might be thinking or feeling at this very moment.

Diego suddenly begins to thrust his finger inside you a little bit harder before bringing it out to begin to gently rub your clitoris. You bite down on your lip to keep from making more noises but soon start moaning again as Diego sticks two fingers inside you this time.

"I'm sure you can handle two, right?" he speaks with a cocky tone. "Mhm.." you breathe out as you continue to bite your lip. You begin to feel your legs shake a bit as you feel yourself reaching closer and closer towards the climax.

"You're doing great, honey." Diego whispers as he watches you continue to get louder with each moan that leaves your lips. "I knew you were the noisy type."

He continues to thrust his fingers inside you with a quicker pace this time until the moment where they are buried deep inside. He stops for a second as he knows you're getting close, gaining some power over when you could orgasm.

Diego finally moves his fingers a bit faster and harder to give you the final push you need, as he leans in closer to whisper softly into your ear, "Let go. Let yourself feel it." And with those words, the orgasm rocks through your body and you arch up with pleasure. You let out quite a loud moan.

He grins widely as he continues to stroke your body lightly while looking down at you. "I knew I could get that reaction out of you," he says with a chuckle before kissing you again on the lips passionately. He continues to finger out your orgasm causing a bit of overstimulation.

You instinctively start to close your legs as you are drape in sweat in which Diego notices your reaction, grabbing hold of your legs so that he could keep them apart. "Don't close them," he says softly. "Let yourself feel it all."

He continues to ride out your orgasm with his fingers still inside of you as you start to come down from the high. His breathing is quite heavy alongside yours as he slips his finger out. He's also drenched in a bit of sweat, he strokes away some stray hairs from your face before leaning in for another kiss on the lips.

"You were so good and obedient." He whispered softly into your ears as he gently nibbled on your ear. You catch your breath as you smirk a bit. Diego gets off the bed to stand, "Guess we should end the night here."

He wipes the sweat from his forehead. You nod softly, "Guess so..." you pull up your undergarments and adjust your dress as you also get off the bed to stand. When you look up, you notice Diego already left the room. You raise an eyebrow and also leave.

You met up with Diego at the bar downstairs in the party. For a second you thought he might've left you completely.

———

You arrive back home around two in the morning. As you gently turned the doorknob, you eased the door open with painstaking care, hoping to avoid any creaks that might disturb your father. The soft glow of the hallway light spilled into the dimly lit study, revealing your father, seated at his desk with a stern expression on his face.

Your heart skipped a beat as your father's voice echoed through the hallway. "Y/N, is that you?" he called out, his tone laced with a mix of concern and disappointment.

Your footsteps faltered for a moment before you mustered the courage to respond. "Yes, Father," you replied, your voice tinged with weariness from the long night. You closed the estate's door behind as you entered in.

Your father gestured for you to enter the study, and you obediently stepped inside. The room was adorned with bookshelves, filled to the brim with knowledge and wisdom.

He looked at you intently, his eyes conveying a complex mix of emotions—disappointment, worry, and perhaps even a hint of understanding. "Y/N, do you have any idea what time it is?" he asked, his voice filled with a father's concern.

You lowered your gaze, feeling the weight of his disappointment pressing upon you. "I'm sorry, Father," you murmured, a voice barely audible. "I lost track of time."

Your father's expression hardened as he continued, his voice tinged with a stern edge. "You have a race tomorrow, Y/N. You know how important it is to be well-rested and focused. Coming home at two in the morning, after who knows where, is not how a dedicated racer prepares for such an event."

Your heart sank as his words resonated within. You had allowed yourself to be swept away by the allure of the evening, forgetting the responsibilities that awaited. Guilt washed over, mingling with the remnants of the joy and freedom you had just experienced with Diego.

Your father leaned forward, his gaze piercing into you. "Y/N, if I didn't know any better... by the looks of your clothing I would say you were out with someone this late. I get that you're your own person but racing is your passion, your calling. It requires discipline, dedication, and sacrifice. If you want to succeed, you must learn to prioritize your commitments."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you absorbed your father's words. You had let him down, and more importantly, you had let herself down. The weight of your choices bore heavily upon you, a stark reminder of the consequences that could come from pursuing your dreams without careful consideration.

Unable to meet your father's gaze any longer, you nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. "You're right, Father. I made a mistake. I apologize for my thoughtlessness."

With a heavy heart, you bid her father goodnight and retreated to your room. The events of the evening: the time with Diego and the scolding from your father, lingered in your mind. You couldn't help but reflect on the choices you had made and the consequences they carried.

As you settled into bed, exhaustion tugging at your weary body, you resolved to learn from this experience. The race awaited you in the morning, and you knew that you had to be well rested.

With a deep breath, you closed your eyes, seeking slumber. Tomorrow would be a new day, a chance to prove yourself once more as a talented racer worthy to be considered a rival to Diego Brando in your fathers' eyes.

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