☆ JJBA ONESHOTS ☆

{NSFW} Night Ride [Diego Brando]

Warning: Lemon

Requested by: Naruto_is_mine_ <3

fellas, is it sus not to kiss the homies for goodnight?

also art by me. digital is hard :(

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"Let me in, woman." The jockey spoke, refusing to step away from the barely open door. You regretted actually opening it for him. Sure, he was the one and only, the famous jockey Diego. He could be very handsome on in the newspapers' photos; he could be portrayed as the smartest person on earth, but for you, right now he was only the foot holding your front door open.

"This is no hotel. Go back to your horse and find another place to sleep at!" you tried pushing the door closed again, but the man only stopped it again. He was stubborn as ever. But you couldn't let him in – you had nothing to feed him, no wood for the fireplace either. You barely had anything for yourself! You refused to let him in and be embarrassed at the state that he had found you in.

"I don't have anywhere else to sleep! Your house is the only place out here and its cold outside." He kept trying to push the door open. It really was cold outside. Even if you didn't have wood for a fire, your house was a better shelter than some bush. There was a storm approaching as well...

Perhaps having a handsome man in your home for only one night didn't sound that bad. A low sigh escaped your lips and your face relaxed. The glare you held a few moments ago was now completely gone. You let go of the door and stepped back.

"Fine..."

Diego was taken a back from your sudden mood change and submission. He pushed the door slowly open, it creaking from the old age. The man took a look around as he entered the small house. It was only one floor. There was a door leading to the kitchen and another one to the living room. There was also another door at the bottom of the hallway probably leading either to the basement or the bathroom. It didn't matter.

Diego's eyes landed on your form once he was fully inside. The door clicked closed behind him. You watched the man cautiously, not liking the idea of him actually attacking you in some wicked plan. There was a silent moment in between both of you, each one waiting for the other to do something, anything.

Instead both of you stood your ground, staring at each other's faces. You were waiting to see he wont actually do anything drastic. Diego, at first, was waiting for you to attack him with a stick, an umbrella or anything really – he had invaded your home after all. But then after a few moments he found himself mesmerized by your face.

It was interesting to him – you were a young woman, seemingly living all alone, in the middle of nowhere. And God you were gorgeous. How has no one taken you by now? And he was all alone with you for a night. The jockey felt really lucky.

"There's no wood." you suddenly spoke, pulling Diego out of his thoughts "And I' not going out for wood right now." Turning around, you motioned for the jockey to follow you into the living room.

"I suppose you know who I am."

You only hummed in response. The man sat down on the sofa while you opened cabinets in search of blankets and a pillow. His eyes didn't leave your form for a second.

"You still haven't told me your name, darling." The man said in his softest voice. And oh man, it made you stop for a brief second just because of how silky his voice could be. It was certainly a big change from his half-yelling just a few moments ago.