JoJo's Bizarre Oneshots

Dio x Reader: Purpose

Darkness and coldness.

That was all you knew.

You didn't remember much of your old life, but it didn't matter. Spending the rest of your short life as one of Dio personal maids filled you with the utmost pleasure and fulfilling purpose. However menial, however salacious, you followed Dio's orders with nothing short of fervor. Hearing him praise you was a great joy; all you ever wanted was to appease your lord.

"Hmm..."

This hum snapped you from your thoughts and pulled you back to reality. The promiscuous outfit you wore exposed most of your body with only your privates being covered, if you wanted to deem them covered. A burst of cool air passed between your legs and made you shiver, the tiny hairs on your arm raising in response. What little fabric you had gently swayed with the slight breeze that flowed through the room. Dio's room to be exact.

Your eyes lifted from the floor, their gaze aiming for the hulking mass resting on the bed not too far from you, the source of the hum. The air thickened around him ominously as he casually flipped the yellowed page to the book he was reading.

"Isn't history so fascinating?" Dio's deep voice echoed, the vibrations hitting your body with gentle force.

Your eyes quickly fell, "Yes, Lord Dio."

You heard him sigh and felt the piercing gaze of his eyes. "Come."

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Did you not say the right response? You slowly shuffled over, your hips moving with a sway with each step. You stopped just on the edge of his bed, careful not to get too hasty; Dio was still a tempered man.

With much courage, you looked up at the dark figure. His mien held a look of disappointment, his lips skewed to a frown. He studied your figure as if he was judging your grade. His hand fell and patted the bed. You didn't hesitate, promptly crawling on the massive bed to his shirtless form. Dio smiled at your eager movements, a small chuckle escaping him.

Once you were all cozy against him, his attention turned back to the book, "I find history to be a guide," he rested his hand on your waist, its cold touch sending a chill down your spine and a tender fire to your cheeks.

"History shows us the mistakes of our ancestors and gives us the means so that we won't make those mistakes again," his hand traveled down to your thigh, caressing your curves with his large hand.

"All of these great rulers...crumbled due to their ignorance of history," Dio's amber eyes peered down at you and almost seemed to glow in the darkness, his devilish lips forming a sensual grin.

"I will not repeat history. This great legacy of mine will live on for all of time. I, Dio," his hand slithered between your delicate inner thighs, eliciting a tiny mewl from you, "will live forever."

His touch was so overwhelming, the hormones in your body releasing their euphoric effects. Dio hummed at your reaction, pleased to see that begging look on your face. Dio couldn't deny you, so he shut his book, his hypnotizing eyes never leaving you.

His ridiculously built body loomed over you, every muscle that bulged holding your full attention. Dio craned his head over your neck, the sensation of his moist lips on your sensitive skin making the heat between your legs amplified.

"Will you stay loyal to me, (name)?" Dio whispered so sensually, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"Yes."

Dio's hand grasped your wrists and squeezed them roughly, "Yes, what?" he practically growled.

"Y-Yes, Lord Dio," you said, wincing from the pain coming down your arms.

Dio grinned against your ear, "Good girl."

You stared up at the ceiling, your eyes glazed with lust as Dio's sinful touch traveled down your body. Your body was his and only his to play with, and you gladly accepted that.

All you wanted was to please your Lord. That was it.

That was your one and only true purpose...