"are you flirting or starting a fight? "KISS ME UNTIL I'M SICK OF IT. ▪️▪️▪️ pro-hero bakugou x pro-hero reader ▪️WARNINGS▪️ ☀︎︎ mature language ☀︎︎ sexual themes/ content ▪️DISCLAIMERS▪️ ☀︎︎ I DO NOT OWN THE BNHA CHARACTERS BUT I DO OWN THE STORY. ALL BNHA CHARACTERS ARE OWNED BY KOHEI HORIKOSHI. ☀︎︎ I DO NOT OWN THE GIFS USED IN CHAPTERS. THEY ARE FROM DIFFERENT ANIMES AND BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL CREATORS. ☀︎︎ COVER BY UNKNOWN. ▪️▪️▪️ hope you enjoy 🖤

"𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏, 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆." ꒰ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ＠ᥕᥱᥣᥴ᥆꧑ᥱ ! 〄◌˳˚⌖ ➥ to 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 ||𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐|| ✧ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠: 𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔~ ©️𝑵𝑵𝑰𝒀𝑨𝑨15 5/3/23: 100𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴

⭐ #1 in Sin, Lust, & Live ⭐ "Get back on the bed." Even though Adonis just fucked me, I'm intimidated, which is something I hate. I wrap men around my finger and leave them with hard-ons for a living. I'm Mistress, Baby Girl, Honey, I am whatever dream men want. Adonis sees right through it, past the facade I put up. I don't like it one bit. Especially coming from an asshole like him. This whole day he has stuck his nose up at me, acted like he is better than me when we do the same thing for a living. Our time on camera came to an end and as soon as I covered up, I was finished. The first thing out of my mouth is, "The show is done." "Well, I'm not," And with that he rips my robe in two from behind and throws me back onto the bed. I squeeze my legs closed, unsure if I'll be able to take him again after so soon. I can't deny that even with his temper and sharp-tongue, he's made me feel things I have never felt before. I don't get a chance to think it over because he forces my legs open and slams himself back inside me. Oh, Fuck.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.