Diego or David songfic to the Spanish Bailando by Enrique Iglesias. Can be smutty 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏 I will love you five ever if u did this
Rooftop Lovin’ and Vigilante Justice: Diego x Fem! Reader
Thank you for the request! This is my first Diego. I hope you like it!
Warnings: Smut, of course!
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You were the last one in the office again. In the two years you’d been working for the company, you saw your department shrink by half. All decisions came straight from the top and the CEO was a real Scrooge. You’d survived each round of layoffs, only to have your workload doubled, quadrupled. But the raise you asked for was ‘just not in the budget.’ Still, any thoughts you’d have about quitting were always eclipsed by the loathsome reality of trying to find a new job.
You were hunkered down at your desk, trying to finish a spreadsheet your boss needed like yesterday when a knock on the glass lobby doors startled you half to death.
“Diego, Jesus Christ! How did you get up here?,” you scolded him through the glass. He just pointed to the elevator. He wore his signature black vigilante gear, with a black domino mask across his eyes. You swore he could do no wrong in that outfit.
You came out into the lobby, trying to stay cool and not give him the satisfaction of knowing how horny he made you just by showing up. “I mean how did you get past security?”
“Those idiots don’t know what they’re doing.”
“Well, that’s comforting…What are you doing here?”
“This is a jail break.” he said, dramatically punching the elevator button with the side of his fist. “All these long nights - It’s not right. You need some TLC.” He always called you by your last name. He used it like a term of endearment. You thought it was cute.
When the doors opened, Diego pulled you inside, his hands firmly around your hips, his lips exploring your neck. “Woah…hey,” you hissed, trying to wiggle out of his grasp while fighting back you own desire. “What about the cameras?”
“I switched the feed. It will be hours before they even notice it,” he replied with a sly grin.
That was all you needed to hear. You pressed yourself against him, feeling his sculpted body and the hard steel of his knives against your sides. He responded with a deep kiss, groaning into your lips and sliding his hands around to grab himself a handful of your ass. Then with his face still attached to yours he blindly mashed some buttons to get the elevator started. It was reckless passion like this that drew you to Diego.
The elevator suddenly opened on a random floor. A tired looking woman got on. You quickly separated and Diego whipped off his mask. His brown eyes were so beautiful and expressive, steeling glances at you while the woman starred at the ground. You were glad this stranger gave him a reason to take it off.
When you got to the roof, Diego started playing Bailando on his phone. You loved Enrique Iglesias and that song was your favorite. It was a beautiful night. The sky was clear and the weather was warm. You leaned against the edge. Even at full volume you could barely hear the song above the sounds of the city, but you knew every note and lyric by heart. It continued to play in your head as Diego undressed you.
First he unbuttoned your blouse…'Yo te miro y se me corta la respiración’ (I look at you and it cuts my breathing)…
Then he unclasped your bra…'Cuando tú me miras se me sube el corazón’ (When you look at me my heart goes up)…
His hands caressed your naked skin in the open air…'Y en un silencio tu mirada dice mil palabras (And in the silence your look says a thousand words)…
“Mmm…you know what I want,” you said breathlessly. “Come on, D, Just fucking do it!” You bounced like a petulant child.
“Okay, but you have to hold still.”
He reached under your skirt and used his knife to cut off your lace panties with surgeon like precision then held them up to his nose with his eyelids half mast. “You’ve been thinking about me a lot today, haven’t you?”
You nodded and smiled. “Yo quiero estar contigo,” you said touching yourself. He pulled your hand away to lick your fingers. Then he slipped his fingers up inside you and groaned at the wetness he found there. He continued to rub your clit and pump his fingers while he looked into your eyes. You matched the intensity of his gaze until you felt yourself starting to come. Your head rolled back and your legs twitched as you felt the wave of pleasure wash over you.
Diego shed his vest of knives and began working on his belt. You kissed him and stroked his chest, then wandered lower until your hand was on his cock. He was so hard and eager for your touch, but you teased him with only the tips of your fingers. He couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled your thighs further apart and thrust himself deep inside you. The stretched feeling made you moan. He circled your opening, providing more friction to your already swollen aching clit. It wasn’t long before another orgasm thundered through your body.
He pulled out and flipped you around. Now facing the street, you suddenly remembered that you were twenty stories up, but the pleasure chemicals running through your bloodstream made you impervious to fear. Diego pounded you so good, it was like a drug. He came at last, giving you everything he had.
“Should we continue this conversation at home in bed?,” he asked when the elevator doors opened to the ground floor lobby. The security guard looked mortified.
“Yes, but first a little vigilante justice?” You motioned to the huge ostentatious portrait of the CEO, prominently displayed in the lobby, like he was Louie the fucking fourteenth.
“With pleasure.” Diego removed one of the knives from its holster and threw it straight into the painting right between the bastard’s beady little eyes.
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