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Diana Taurasi

Context: thoughts on Diana fucking you

Diana who fingers you for as long as you can take it. Who slows her fingers down right when your about to cum so she can hear you cry and whine for her.

Diana who loves to fuck you in doggy style, so she can see you arch in front of her. Your ass bouncing back and forth on her strap for hours, she makes you take it, whispering sweet nothings into your ear to keep you going.

Diana who lowkey has a strength kink and holds you down just to watch you squirm under her. So she can fuck you with her strap, watching you whine and moan under her while she holds you down.

Diana who loved to praise you when you’re being such a good girl for her. When she will praise you telling you how much of a beautiful sweet girl you are, and her praising your every move.

Diana who loves to tease you, whisper dirty things in your ear in public, just to see you flustered. Who kisses your neck and squeezes your waist around others just to watch the heat rise to your cheeks as you get nervous.

Diana who marks you so everyone knows you’re hers, who sucks hickeys into your neck so everyone can see. She loves to see her marks on you because she knows you’re hers and no one else’s.

꣑୧ summary— thinking about how Diana Taurasi is the biggest bully in bed, she can’t shut her mouth

warnings— uses of strap, dacryphilia, smut, nsfw

She hovers over you her strap pushing through your folds but not going back inside you, she stares at the tears streaming down your face. Diana smacks her lips and shakes her head pouting at you “Come on baby I know you can take more, don’t tap out on me mama” she says teases the strap on your red puffy clit, rubbing it up and down.

The overstimulation was getting too much, you already came three times but she just had to get one more out of you. Without warning she plunges the strap all the way inside of you causing you to moan out “FUCK D” you scream the strap immediately hitting your G spot.

She shush’s you and starts thrusting in and out of you her hips snapping against yours “Aww poor baby aren’t you” she pouts telling to you like a puppy.

“Di-Diana I can’t— can’t it’s too much” You whine your legs shaking around her as she pauses her thrusts for a moment, stilling inside of you.

She looks down at you, her hand coming to hold your cheek, her thump wiping away some stray tears “I’m sorry baby we’ll stop okay” she mumbles before flipping you onto your stomach.

Your hands grasp the sheets under you as she starts to thrust into you, both her hands holding onto your hips “Too bad baby I changed my mind— fucking take it” she says into your ear. The strap pushing through your gummy walls hitting the sweet spot inside you that makes you see stars. You didn’t think you could cum again, but knowing Diana she always got what she wanted, and she wanted you to cum again.

“Aww little baby can’t take it no more, if you cum well stop okay mama” Diana tells you speeding up the pace your ass clapping against her. She bites her lips at the way you arching for her “Diana, fuck so good” you mumbles her hand moves down your back into your hair.

She pulls you up by your hair, you back against her chest “Come on baby— you can’t be this weak” she sucks her teeth, still thrusting into you from this new position.

Her other hand let’s go of your hip and comes down your body to rub your clit. She rubs circles on your sore overstimulated clit “So good for me baby” she mumbles focused on making you cum.

The pressure in your stomach starts to break as you moan your hips twitching as you cum all over her strap again “Di- oh god” you mumbles your head falling limply onto her shoulder as she slows her thrusts.

“good girl, you did so good for me baby” Diana tells you slowly pulling out of you. She shush you laying you back down in your back, her hands hold your face “You did it for me good job” she teases you kissing your cheek.

Diana is so daddy ngl

"I DONT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT YOUR BOYFRIEND, HE CAN HAVE YOU WHEN I GO." — D.T³

⋆ smut. cheating

⋆ i dont condone cheating wtv wtv yap yap yap. hope yall like this :)

when you walked into the practice gym after a fight with your boyfriend, you knew your bad mood would reflect on the team. it always did, and you always felt bad about it. but it wasn't your fault your boyfriend was a complete dick.

you walked to your locker with your head down, which had already picked up some of your teammates attention, it was odd for you to be so quiet. and if they weren’t aware of your bad mood then, they certainly were when you slammed your locked door closed on accident, putting a little bit too much force behind your hand.

“what’s the deal with you today, babygirl?” diana asked, walking up to you after the locker room had cleared. diana had always flirted with you, knowing damn well you had a boyfriend. but she also knew you were unhappy, even if you never said it directly to her. you didn’t mind her affection, you couldn’t deny the arousal that settled in your stomach when she kept her hand on you a little too long or called you a sweet pet name.

“he’s being an ass again, dee.” you frowned, slumping back against your locker.

“poor baby, i thought i told you to leave him.” she raised an eyebrow. you had let her into some of the red flags of your relationship after one particularly bad fight a couple of months ago, you were desperate for a source to vent to and she always had open arms.

you sighed, knowing she was right. “i know, i know.”

“pick your head up pretty girl. come to my place tonight, i’ll make you dinner or something.” she smiled, putting a hand out to help you up from the bench.

you gave her an appreciative smile as you got up. “thank you, dee.”

“‘course babe.”

—

practice was fine, a couple of your teammates gave their condolences. though they weren’t quite sure what was going on with you. you were grateful when it was over though, glad to go home and get ready and forget about all the bullshit from today.

you shot diana a quick text, letting her know you’d be over in a couple of hours and headed home. the apartment was eerily silent when you stepped inside, it was always like this after a fight. you assumed he had left, it felt like a weight was lifting off of your chest. your assumption was confirmed when you walked into your bedroom to see half his clothes out of the closet, along with his suitcase.

you sighed and moved on from it, trying to get your mind off from this situation. you made your way to the bathroom and started to get ready.

after an hour you deemed yourself to be ready for diana’s tonight. you didn’t dress up too much, it wasnt a date after all. though you knew deep down, you wished it was.

you got into your car and drove to your teammates address. the drive was short and sweet. before you knew it, you were at diana’s front door, knocking.

“oh hey— woah— you look really nice.” she laughed nervously, clearly feeling underdressed in her t-shirt and shorts. her hair was let down, a rare sight you usually never got to see, soft curls framed her face perfectly. her face was slightly flushed after seeing you, moving out the way to let you in but also hide herself from you slightly.

“you look good too, don’t worry dee.” you laughed, resting your hand on a muscular bicep.

“okay well, give me like 5 minutes to get changed, there’s wine on the table.” she rambled, quickly walking back to her bedroom. you smiled to yourself, finding her nervous behavior adorable.

you walked into her kitchen area, two wine glasses full of probably the nicest red she owned, a vase of flowers in the middle. you sat down and quietly sipped on the glass in front of you, waiting for her return.

once she had finally come back, her hair was pushed back—not her usual tight slicked bun, but a softer pony tail that small wisps of hair fell out of—and she had a black polo on and cargo pants to match.

“you look like you’re gonna walk through the tunnel.” you joked.

“oh shut up, you know i own the same 5 things.” she rolled her eyes, taking a seat next to you.

small talk began, catching up about things and future plans. the wine flowed and you could feel yourself get a bit more tipsy with every glass.

dee had begun to make dinner, refusing to reveal what she was cooking up.

“if you don’t tell me, i might jus’ have to come check it out myself.”

“come do it then, babygirl.” she laughed, looking back at you.

you huffed and got up, standing next to her at the stove. you couldn’t even pay attention to what she was cooking, too intoxicated by the scent of her.

“baby, the food is down there.” she chucked, noticing your eyes were glued to her.

“maybe i want you to eat me instead.” you said, stepping closer to her.

her face went red, a smile accompanied it. “you got a boyfriend babygirl.”

“fuck him. kiss me dee, please.” you whined.

that’s all it took, she smashed her lips against yours, guiding you backwards towards the nearest wall. her strong hands pinned your hips to the wall while she sloppily made out with you.

“he doesn’t make you cum, does he?” she muttered in your ear as she ran calloused fingertips under your top and across your skin, making you shiver. her lips found your neck, sucking gently.

“f-fuck diana—“ you whimpered, trying to answer her question.

“mm, words babygirl.” she mumbled against your neck.

“he doesn’t,” you whined out, your hands finding her back and pulling her closer.

“hm, i’ll change that tonight, pretty girl.” she purred against your ear before biting the lobe.

a yelp escaped your throat as you felt strong hands come up behind your thighs and pick you up with ease. she carried you to the nearest countertop, lips still connected. she sat you down on the counter before continuing her attack on your neck. you moaned as you felt teeth drag across the column of your throat, her tongue trailing behind.

she moved down your body, taking off your shirt and licking across your collarbones. “daddy— daddy, please.” you whined, bucking your hips upwards when she hit a particularly sensitive spot of your skin.

her head picked up from your body, her eyes lit up. “daddy, huh?” she smirked, pushing you back to lay you down. before you could respond, your shirtless back hit the cold granite countertops. the cold feeling was quickly replaced with warmth when her tongue found your stomach, running it up and down the length of your torso.

her hands found your bra, quickly taking it off and throwing it haphazardly onto the kitchen floor, accompanying your shirt. your fingers threaded into the loose ponytail as she found your nipple, taking it into her mouth and sucking gently. heat jolted straight down to your core, you needed her now.

“dee please, need you.” you whined, bucking your hips impatiently.

she lifted her head up from your tit, looking at you with half lidded eyes. “patience baby,” you whined at that, not wanting to wait much longer.

as if she could read your mind, she found your lips again, sloppily making out with you as she pulled down your pants. once she had gotten them down enough to have access to your panties, her finger found your clothed clit. “fuck—!” you moaned into her mouth, surprised by the sudden friction.

“you’re so fucking wet baby,” she growled against your lips, her finger making tight circles around your panty clad clit. her tongue found yours again, swirling them against each other as she used her other hand to grope your tit. rough calloused palms ran across hard nipples as she panted into your mouth.

she moved your panties to the side and wiped a finger up your slit, moaning at how wet you were. she gathered all the slick that had seeped out of your cunt and found your clit, soft squelching and your moans filled the room as she rubbed your clit.

“daddy please,” you babbled out, needing more. she smirked against your lips before sliding two thick fingers into your cunt, bottoming out and letting them sit in you so you could adjust to the sudden stretch. her thumb found your clit, rubbing it gently.

“takin’ me so well, good girl.” she purred into your ear as she began to slowly pump her fingers in and out, curling them just right every time she pulled out.

the praise only brought you closer to your orgasm, her words made you tremble as her fingers ruined you. “‘m close,” you slurred, barely coherent strings of her name and other expletives left your mouth as you approached your climax.

“cum f’me baby.” she panted against your ear, her fingers speeding up.

you mumbled mindlessly, your mind going blank as you came. stars filled your vision and for a second it felt like the only things in the room were you and diana. her holding you close as she helped you ride out your orgasm, whispering in your ear how good you are for her. how your boyfriend will never measure up to this.

after what felt like hours, her fingers left you, leaving you feeling empty, like you were missing a part of you. slick soaked fingers were brought up to your lips, tracing them before you opened and felt the tips push against your tongue. you sucked around them, moaning at the taste of yourself against the taste of diana’s fingers.

“you need to leave him, pretty girl.” she looked at you, lust still clouding her vision.

she wasn’t done with you yet.