Well, there's a HUGE WARNING for this story, ladies and gentlemen. I MEAN HUGE!! It's basically a one night stand turned to not.

The title is called Die Another Day for two reasons: One, because he doesn't die that whole day he was being with you. Two, it's a play on from Madonna's song Die Another Day made for the James Bond movie.

YOU GET THE ROUGH STUFF! So full lemon, but it's lemony...really lemony...

If you don't like any of what I'm about to do, then please DO NOT read and go on to the next story!  Thank you!

You guys want to know why? Well...I'm referencing a role play of mine. No, it's not on Wattpad. But a friend of mine and I do roleplays of OC x OC, sometimes we bring in characters but it's mostly our OCs.

Anyways, enjoy this very lemony story!

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Author's Note:
Like in the two-parter with Bruno Bucciarati, you're a part of the American Mafia. Except this time, you're the Boss of it. It's the same name as always, Il Profondo Sotto. But your last name is different.

Enjoy everyone!

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Second POV

Diavolo has to go through another death. Again. This time it was ice climbing with somebody he just met, the man betrayed him, and he fell off the ice cliffs. Done.

Well, now he's in Sicily, waiting to face yet another death because of Giorno's Golden Experience Requiem. In Sicily, he quickly goes into a town inn, and completely forgets he has no money to give to the bartender for a drink.

"This is bullshit." He thought to himself as he looks around in panic, thinking someone can just use a dagger on him right here and now.

But, no dagger is used. Instead, a beautiful woman with [Y/H/L],
[Y/H/C] and gorgeous [Y/E/C] sits beside him, looking very exhausted and waiting for a nice, cold drink to gulp down for the blooming night.

You look over at Diavolo and quickly look away, knowing him from information given to you by Giorno, who's now an ally of yours by helping you with getting rid of the drug industry. You know he's evil...but he looks so good evil.

The Mafia is a cruel world, you know. Having done everything illegal since it was created. Many, many known mobsters died on the job, being a rat, rotted in prison, or just plain murdered by someone they knew. You knew everyone in the Mafia families, but they don't know you. You've always kept your private life, your family life a secret...you're the secret illegitimate heir of Indro "Nightmare" Stockton (check Bruno Bucciarati: Bound To You for his information). All they know is your last name is Stockton, but they have their suspicions. But Diavolo knows who you are, so does Giorno.

Diavolo looks at you with a slight smile, an icky smile that creeps the hell out of you. You release a gentle sigh that sounded sympathetic and looked at the young bartender who came over to the two with a slight smile on his face.

"What would you like, Miss. [Y/N]?"
"Give me two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka."
"Yes, 'em."
He pulls out two normal shot glasses and puts a bottle of the finest vodka in front of you as quick as he could.

You're a normal customer around here, no, scratch that, you own half of the bar and grill while Giorno owns the other half, meaning you own the bar and he owns the grill.

The bartender walks away from the both of you to take care of other customers waiting for a nice alcoholic drink. The bar is soon filled with people taking shots, dancing to loud remixes of popular club songs, and talk and laughter. But, you getting vodka and about to share it with Diavolo? Well, it's going to be one hell of a night, you assured.

You give him a shot glass which he gladly takes and before you could grab the vodka bottle, he takes it and pops off the knob, pouring a bit or two into both glasses. He puts it back on the counter and gives you a reassuring smile.

"Thanks for that. You're [Y/N] Stockton right?"
"That I am, Diavolo. I've heard a bit about you from Giorno."
"Fuck Giorno Giovanna. I want to have fun while it lasts. I'm in an infinite death loop. I could die at anytime, maybe even by drinking too much or even by you."
"Well,I'll make sure it doesn't happen, evil bastard."
"Fuck You."
"You might tonight, if you're lucky."
He sort of gives off a blush but it's soon gone as you both give each other a smug smile and clink your glasses, taking a shot.

A few thousand shots, kidding, a few more shots later and you're already drunk.
"Damn vodka is strong! And you're Smexy."
You giggle and poke Diavolo's cheek. He chuckles softly and quickly stops after the fourth shot, getting a bit drunk himself.

Some of Doppio shows from his drunkness and a hint of jealousy as you fall off your stool then get back up again to go over to the dance floor. Your favorite upbeat sexual song comes on and you start to dance to it, getting prying eyes on you that Diavolo sure as hell doesn't want on you.

So, he gets his drunk ass out of the stool and walks towards you, groaning slightly as he sorta limps as well. He grabs you by your wrist when he sees you dancing with another guy who's very intoxicated and basically just wants a girl to fuck, Nope, you're not his...you're Diavolo's tonight and he's going to make sure of that.

"Hey! What the hell, lice head?! She's my bitch!"
The intoxicated bastard yells at Diavolo to which he punches him in the face. He falls back, and gets a bloody nose. You gasp and grow worried at the man, but you gasp again when you're taken away from the scene and out of the bar, walking on the sidewalk.

"Where's your house?"
Diavolo looks at you with a jealous glare which also looks like a menacing one, but it's mostly gone down.
"Never mind. I know where you live."
Soon, you're standing in front of your house door and Diavolo takes your purse and starts to look through it for your house key.

"Dammit! Why are women's purses so maze like?!"
He curses to himself, then finds your key in the bottom of your purse. He unlocks the door and slams it open, groping your ass roughly and pulling you in the house with him. He shuts the door and throws your purse on the couch, pinning you to the wall roughly.

"Stockton...you're so fucking sexy...where have you been all my fucking life? So put your dirty mouth to use because tonight...no regrets...no promises...just you, me, and the bed. Fuck everything else..."
Immediately, he crashes his lips onto yours and you had no time to make a reaction noise so you just kissed him back and moaned into his mouth.

Secretly, you loved every single bit of what he's about to do to you. You're in love with this man, this devilish name, his sexual experiences, well, my lady, you're about to sin. But, Jesus Christ died on the cross because of the unholy sins, so this sin will probably be forgiven, it's a part of the life cycle after all.

You two heavily make out, both of you now drunk and both of your hormones shot up. He turns you around and slams you into the wall, pushing your hair behind you and starting to make a huge hickey on the side of your neck. You smile as you moan lovingly, loving how rough he is to you. He keeps sucking and biting at the spot, his groans mumbled with every moan that escapes your lips. Once he's satisfied with the size of the hickey, he turns you back around to grope you roughly and grind his hips onto yours, growling like an animal into your ear. You have your head tilted back, your arms in the air, your legs wrapped around his waist, and moan after moan escapes with each grind that goes faster and faster.

"Fuck...Diavolo...just fuck me already..."
You plead, looking deep into his eyes which are full of lustful intentions.

His eyes are undressing you, wanting to know every curve of your body. He wants you too, but his motto is pain equals pleasure. How long does he wants this to go on, you keep thinking, but soon you forgot. You only have an hour before you pass out and get a hangover in the morning.

He soon finally pulls his lips back from kissing you and brings you to your bedroom, basically tossing you on the bed. He growls very sexily as he slams the door and starts to take off his pants and underwear and when he does, all you can do is gulp heavily. He's so...wow...

The bed creeks as he slowly gets closer to you and you fall back on the bed slowly. His body and lips ghost yours and a smirk overcomes him as he starts to remove your clothing. You help him take off your clothes and soon you're both naked, drunk, horny, and hot messes.

He wastes no time in doing anything to you that would take a long time so he basically goes for it. He slams his dick inside your pussy and you give out a loud gasping moan, arching your back.

"A-ahhh! D-Diavolo!"
You hear his low, rough chuckle that gives you shivers down your spine. Fuck, was he good....

He slams his length into you over and over again, his groans getting louder and louder with how rough he goes into you. He spreads your legs as wide as they could and he starts to roam his hands all over your body with such care, such delicacy, you can't help but swoon over it in your mind.

Two bosses of the most big Mafia's...sleeping together? That's something that should or shouldn't be in newspapers.

He goes faster and faster into you, anticipation setting the tone in the room. You have been fucked before, but not like this, and somehow, you love it, maybe it's because this is drunken sex. Your moans get as loud as they can and soon he thrusts as fast as he can, both of you groaning and moaning, screaming each other's names as you two reach your climaxes.

The last thing you remember that night was his face smiling at you and saying that he adores you, that he thanks you for saving his life.

That morning, your head is pounding and aching from the shots you took, and you can't open your eyes. You hear a man groan loudly and the creaking of the bed making you feel alarmed. You soon open your eyes and you, on purposely, slip out of bed and onto the floor, quickly grabbing your pistol from the top drawer of the endtable. You point it at the man's hairy legs and once you look up, you see it's a very tired Diavolo. You blush immensely at his messed up pink hair, the length that's covered in the shadows of your curtains, and just his smug smirk on his face.

He crouches down and grabs the pistol from you and tosses it on the bed. His deep chuckle echoes in the room and he ruffles your bedhead.

"Morning, dearest. I see you're up and ready to kill."
"You're Diavolo...the bitch I met last night...did you do something to me? Why are you in my house naked?"
"You're also naked, Stockton. I guess we had a good night in your bed because the smell of sex sure is filling up the atmosphere."
Your face grows flustered, his voice is so sexy, you sorta remembered last night but not a lot of details.

"Well, what the hell? He's here, I might as well give him some hospitality."
You said in your mind while you got up to get on some fresh, clean underwear and a fluffy [Y/F/C] robe, being too lazy to get some actual clothes on.

You look at him as he starts to put on his clothes from last night, making you a bit grossed out that he's going to wear the exact same underwear two days in a row. Disgusting...

You walk out of the room to go to your bathroom, doing your business and brushing your teeth. Once you've done that, you walk out of the bathroom to go into the kitchen to get yourself a glass of cold water, sighing gently at the relaxation. You need it from the alcohol you drank.

Diavolo sneaks up behind you and pulls you into his arms for a hug, which makes you squeak loudly and he laughs lightly to give you a kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you, [Y/N]. Could I...maybe...spend the week here? Just for a bit?"
Your eyes are wide in shock and you just nod as a reply. He takes that reply and steals your glass of water, which makes you pout.

"You ass! Give it back!"
"Come and get it!"
He rushes around the house and you chase him, can't helping that you're shorter than that buff Mafia asshole.