51 and 52 from the smut list with diego?? 🥴 good luck on your move love ♥️
A/N: Whoops, I totally forgot this because moving is mental murder. Sorry lovely💙 I hope you enjoy.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Diego growled, pinning you to the wall, hand hovering taunting close to your throat.
“What are you talking about?” you frowned in mock innocence. “I’m doing exactly what you said to do.”
“I told you to keep watch on the asset no matter what. Not stare at me and nearly get yourself killed, Y/N.”
“Ohhh. You said ‘asset.’ I missed the ‘et.’”
“What?”
“I was keeping my eye on your ass, no matter what.”
“Are you kidding me?!” He shoved himself away from you with a snarl and began pacing, one hand raking through his hair and the other twirling a knife that you weren’t sure where it came from. “You really think now is the time to be joking around?”
“Is it not? I find humor takes the sting off a near death experience.”
He stopped, turning to glare at you fiercely.
“Besides, it’s not like we lost. I actually made our jobs easier.”
“What?”
You shrugged, nonchalantly explaining that you had planted trackers on the man and on his car while Diego wasn’t paying attention, meaning that you could just wait for him to arrive at his destination (the meeting with even more criminals to stop) and go, no chance of getting spotted.
“See, now we can take our time and not have any issue.”
“Wipe that smug fucking look off your face, right now.”
“Why don’t you come over here and make me?”
You crossed your arms over your chest and smirk, barely having time to lean back against the wall before he was towering over you once more. He stared down at you for a second, eyes roaming your face, before his hand twisted in your hair and his lips pressed to yours possessively. His tongue probed into your mouth and his free hand gripped bruisingly onto your hip, pulling you close. You moaned, hands gripping his shoulder and the back of his neck, clinging for dear life, pressing desperately right back into him.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” he asked, lips still so close that they brushed against your skin. “Instead of letting me yell at you?”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you kidding me, Diego? You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad. Now shut up and kiss me again.”
He growled, grinding his hips teasingly into yours as he complied with your order with fervor. The hand on your hip moved to your ass which he squeezed causing you to jump with a squeak.
“I’d say we’ve got twenty minutes,” you purred against the shell of his ear as his lips began to travel your jaw.
He groaned, hand wandering up under your shirt in his own counterpoint, calloused fingers brushing over your rib cage and teeth nipping at the pulse point at the base of your throat.
“So quit fucking teasing me,” you snapped.
“Not a fucking chance.”
