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Hi guys, After a long time, I finally managed to bring another JJBA project, this time from Steel Ball Run! 🐎💫 I really wanted to try drawing horses and this Jojo season seemed perfect for it!

Sweet Stalker - Diego Brando x Fem! Obsessive Fangirl! Reader

CW: SMUT MDNI!!! bondage, m!dom, f!sub, blindfolds, pantysniffing, panty gag, size kink, reader is lowkey a stalker, kinda pet play if you squint, squirting, pet names, hookup, reader is drawing that 1890 r34, orgasm denial, creampies, diego is an absolute FREAK

AN: Oh my god I LOVED writing this so so much!!! It was totally self induldgent. I hope you love it! It's kinda long so that's why it took forever. Also, I've been wanting an anon system! Welcome 🧁 anon!! So glad to have another Diego fangirl on my page! Did you like the way he looked in the anime? I almost creamed on my fucking tv lol. Enjoy bb!!

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You made it to every checkpoint of the race to cheer him on. You would always wear a top that fit your form tightly, praying one day he would notice you. Though you had never met, you knew everything about him. You knew he had grown up poor to a single mother, his rags to riches story was more than inspiring to you, his need for control throughout his life made you happy to be the obsessive fangirl you were, you knew you were a cog in the machine he had been building for years, and that he likely loved having young pretty women like yourself fawn over him. 

Still, as far as you knew, he had no idea you existed, but yet, you would queue for hours in any weather, waiting to see a glimpse of that blonde jockey you had grown to love. You had never been with a man before, as you were saving yourself for Diego Brando. Sure you could have, many men had offered it to you, but you would always decline, waiting for him.  You didn’t consider yourself a stalker, in order to be a stalker you have to go to the victims house right? You would think, but everywhere you went you carried a small leather bound notebook. The leather was dyed the turquoise blue that you knew was his favorite color, and because of that, it had grown to become your favorite color as well. The contents of the notebook included multiple pages where you would paste photographs of him from the newspaper or magazines, drawing pink hearts around his perfectly chiseled face. You would draw pictures of you and him together, both lewd and romantic. You had become quite talented at drawing because of him. 

Right now, you waited at the third checkpoint of the race, your small body pressed against the cold metal barricade separating the crowd from the racers. However, you didn’t care what happened in front of you until the man you affectionately called yours came racing past. According to the announcers, it would be soon. To occupy your time before you would be seeing him, you decided to draw what was on your mind in your turquoise journal. You took out a smooth black pen and began to sketch. You started with yourself, saving the best part of the drawing for last. You drew yourself bent over a table, mouth gagged with a pair of lacey patnies, your hands were behind your back, and a piece of fabric covered your eyes. You drew your mouth slightly agape, tongue sticking out ever so slightly. Beads of sweat ran down your face, and some drool was coming out of your mouth. Between your legs, you drew drips of arousal falling to the floor. Behind you, you drew him. It was always difficult to draw him, you felt as though no matter what you did, your pen could never quite capture the sheer beauty of his face. This upset you, you wished that you didn’t have to draw these things, that maybe, one day you could get a lewd photograph with him, the thought alone made your core close on itself. His muscular figure loomed behind yours in the drawing, almost ominously. He wore that smirk he always did when racing, mischievous and in control. His blonde hair was messy, framing his face beautifully. You spent extra time drawing what you imagined his abs would look like. Surely, he had to have them, he was the best racer in the world. You drew a defined six pac, beads of sweat dripping down his chest. Below, you drew what you imagined his cock would look like, sticking straight up with precum leaking at the tip. You assumed he wasn’t cut, given he grew up poor, and you hoped you were right. You had heard that uncut men had more feeling during sex, and you wanted your Diego to feel as much pleasure as possible. You imagined him to be long, around 8.5 inches, another thing you hoped was true. You had done a math equation years ago, one a friend had taught you on how to calculate a man’s length by using their shoe size. It had estimated he would be around 8 inches. You wanted so desperately to know if you were correct, some days it drove you wild. 

Soon, you began to hear the steady patter of hooves speeding toward you in the distance, you quickly threw the notebook back in your purse and began to scream his name, clapping and cheering louder than anyone else. Unsurprisingly, in first place, you saw a blur of teal approach. He was always so good to you, making sure you could see him before you had to see anyone else. He crossed the finish line with the unfolding confidence that made you weak in the knees, you could never get enough of him.You continued to cheer loudly, proud of your perfect man. Sometimes, it seemed you were happier than him when celebrating a victory. For him to love you you had to be supportive didnt you? Although he wasn’t aware of your existence, you were the best girlfriend. 

Diego stood in the first-place spot on the podium, cracking open a bottle of champagne, the foam spilling all over him. It soaked his blonde hair, creating an oddly erotic sight. You cheered for him, proud of your perfect boy. He basked in the applause from his fans, the bright flash of cameras illuminating his skin in a way that appeared angelic.  After his applause was finished, he came off of the podium and di something he had never done before, he went into the crowd with a pen. Fans crowded around him, shoving assorted items in his face, hoping for a signature. You waited patiently in line, your heart racing with the chance to finally interact with him. You clutched your teal notebook to your chest, trying to control your fast paced breath. 

Soon enough, it was your turn, you were unable to speak, completely starstruck by his presence. He was even more beautiful up close than you had ever expected. You handed him the teal notebook, and he flipped it open. Your face soon dropped in horror as he saw the drawing you had made while you were waiting. He looked you up and down, smirking deviously before looking at the drawing more closely. “Is that you?” He asked, gesturing to the erotic figure, a woman looking like you, completely naked, mouth gagged and tied up, with him behind you. You simply nodded, heat rushing to your face. You had finally met him, but now he probably thought you were a massive pervert, which you kind of were. “Quite the artist you are.” He chuckled, lifting his pen and scribbling his name right over your tits. Below it, “Jackson Hotel, Room 346 8:00  • ᴗ < “  you looked down at it, your heart nearly leaping out of your chest, your legs suddenly feeling like jelly. 

“Thank you.” You whispered quietly, trying to seem unbothered, but it was clear you were flustered by his invitation, on the verge of passing out in excitement. 

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7:00 soon came, and you were already waiting in the hotel bathroom, obsessively applying makeup, your heart racing faster than Silver Bullet, hoping to look perfect for him. 8:00 both couldn’t come fast enough, and also seemed way too soon. You had dreamt of a night with him ever since you had discovered his existence, and now the opportunity had finally risen, a dream come true. 

You tapped powders across your face, with shaking hands and a racing heart, covering up anything that could be deemed less than perfect by your one true love. Diego Brando could have any woman he wanted, you knew they tended to throw themselves at him. You were no better, but somehow, he chose you to spend the night with him. A chance like this would likely never come again, as he had expressed his disdain for monogamy in many interviews, he enjoyed having a new woman each night. You would have preferred to be his one and only forever, but you were already incredibly blessed to have the opportunity to have him just for tonight. You were wearing a teal silk dress, with matching teal undergarments. You had been saving the outfit for the small chance that a night like this would come, teal was his favorite color, maybe he would want to do it again if he saw you adorned in his favorite color. 

You walked out of the bathroom and into the hotel lobby, noticing that the clock had finally hit 7:45. You eagerly raced into the elevator, pressing the button for the third floor. The elevator was a rickety old thing, creaking softly as it carried you upwards. After what felt like an eternity, the elevator dinged and the doors began to open. You nearly sprinted through, finding his room. 

You knocked lightly, shaking in anticipation. You heard the soft shuffle of him approaching the door, inhaling deeply in an effort to calm your racing heart. 

“Hello, Y/N.” He spoke deeply, his thick accent coating his words like honey. He stood in the doorway shirtless, his baggy tan racing pants hanging low on his waist. The sight was so erotic, it made the muscles of your core rustle needily, softly, squeezing around the gusset of your lacey blue thong. 

“H-hello, Diego.” You stuttered, avoiding his bright blue gaze, the way his blonde locks framed his angular face. He looked better than any artwork you had seen; being near him felt like the first sunny day after a long winter. “You were amazing today, I mean, fuck, seeing you.. It was incredible.” Your face flushed, you were standing at the door of the only man you had ever loved, meeting him for the first time, and he even knew your name. He wanted you here, the thought baffling to you. 

“Come in doll, sit down.” He grabbed your hand in his, palms warm and steady as he led you to the bed, softly placing you down. “Can I see those drawings of yours again?” He asked softly, sitting next to you and taking a stray piece of your hair, tucking it behind your ears. You nervously took your notebook out of your purse, handing it to him.

“Here, the whole thing is filled with drawings like it.” You avoided his strong gaze, letting him flip through the pages. 

“My, my. I think this one is my favorite,” He turned to the drawing you had made earlier, with you looking helpless, tied up, mouth gagged with your own panties, and blindfolded. 

“I made that one today,” You whispered, pointing to the sketch. “While I was waiting for you to reach the finish line. I got a little inspired.” You giggled. 

“Well then, is it safe to assume you would want something like that to happen to you?” He asked coyly, lips smirking deviously.

“Y-yes.” You blushed deeply, looking at the shaggy carpet covering the floors. 

Without hesitating, Diego pushed you onto the bed, licking up your neck, lightly nipping at your pressure point. He began to suckle on it, marking you as his object. 

He moved up, lips meeting your own in a hungry kiss, not waiting for permission, he devoured your lips. He shoved his tongue in rough, his tongue dancing around each corner of your mouth before meeting your own. “There you are, pup. You know what happens next, don't you?” You nodded, before he grabbed you, ripping off your skirt and tossing it to the side. Next, he discarded of your lacey thong, he brought it to his face, inhaling deeply before shoving it in your mouth. You whimpered helplessly, legs squeezing, your body begging for any sort of friction. He tore off his pants, next his boxers. “You dirty girl, I bet you want my sweaty boxers in that pretty face huh?” He asked, taking the boxers and wrapping them around your face. “What a good girl. Breathe in. Smell it.” You took a deep breath, whimpering quietly into the lace fabric in your mouth. “There she is.” 

He pulled you onto your hands and knees, and without warning, bullied his entire length into your tight cunt. “Oh pup, you’re so wet, you needed me that badly huh? Doesn’t surprise me. Look how helpless you are, you know you’re nothing to me, right?” He spoke, ramming himself into you repeatedly. His words were so demeaning, yet the way he said it felt sweeter than any candy you had tasted. You could only whimper and raise your hips higher in response. 

“Oh, pup, I’m nowhere near just starting with you.” While still inside of you, he reached over to his bedside table, where Silver Bullet’s reins were waiting. With a practiced precision, he took your arms, tying them together with the reins, pulling lightly. “There she is. Can’t have my sweet girl slippin away, can I?” He slapped your ass and buried himself to the hilt, his large balls slapping against your sensitive clit, pushing you to gush around him. 

“You are so wet, so slippery. Sweet little pup. You like when I’m rough with you don’t you? Dirty slut.” He leaned down, ramming himself in you with the same fervor, as he bit down on your shoulders. “So sweet.” He panted. 

You whimpered and moaned, the sound barely audible due to the gag, but you knew he heard it, because he reached around and began to rub your clit. “She’s gonna cum already? You like this that much, huh? Stupid stalker slut.” He slapped your clit hard, making your legs shake. “Don’t you dare fucking cum until I do. You don’t get to. Hold it in. I don’t care if it hurts you.” You nodded, whimpering helplessly, tears rolling down your cheeks. You needed to release, your core was fluttering around him and showing no sign of stopping. But you had dreamt of this opportunity your whole life, you couldn’t ruin it for him. You needed to give him a good lay, you knew he needed it. He had been so stressed, definitely; this race meant the world to him. You couldn’t mess everything up and cum without permission.

“Better not fucking cum. I feel you getting close. Don’t you fucking dare, slut.” He groaned into your ear, biting down on your earlobe. “Be a good pup.” He slapped your ass again, hard enough to leave a red handprint-shaped mark on it, only making your situation worse. You cried harder, pulsing around him desperately, tears staining his pillows. “I’ll cum soon enough pup. Just keep being good for me, okay?” He grabbed your hair, looking at your desperate face, eyes covered by his sweat-filled boxers. 

He pushed your face back down and raised your hips higher, bullying your g spot with his tip, obsessed with the feeling of your sweet nectar dripping onto his balls. It was almost too much for him; he let out a growl, as he sped up. “That’s it pup. So good. Fuck, so so good.” He panted, his sweat dripping off his face onto your back. “I'm close, pup. Just keep being good, keep staying like that, I promise I’ll give you what you need.” You whimpered in response, the sound hopeless and needy. “Good girl. Fuck fuck.. I’m gonna cum in your sweet little pussy. Good little pup. Ah…” He groaned out as you felt your tight little hole get flooded by his warm sap. He didn’t pull out, shoving his release deeper into your as he twitched around, letting you milk him for everything he had. “Cum now. Cum for me, doll.”

You wasted no time obeying him, finally letting yourself release onto him. You twitched and moaned on him, your squirt soaking his balls and the bedsheets below you. “Good girl. Let it all out.” The spray didn’t stop, making a mess of the both of you. Your small legs shook and spasmed under him, before you collapsed onto the bed below you.

He stroked your hair sweetly. Once he was sure you were finished, he pulled out and untied your arms, kissing your hands softly. Next, he took off your makeshift blindfold and took the panties out of your mouth. He took his thumb, wiping away the tears from your face.