Dio's Desires.. A Dio Brando x Reader Story

Chapter 1

The sounds of your voice echoes in his mind constantly, your beautiful features repeating over and over again like a broken record. He couldn't believe a girl like you, a cute yet chubby girl with a surprisingly strong will would be interested in that blue-haired oaf! He sighed angrily while he began to write on a scrap of paper that was found lying around near his desk. He had been locked up in the Joestar Mansion for the past couple hours, while ignoring his idiot of a step-brother and his adoptive father. The blonde narcissist felt livid, seeing that you were the only one he would allow to visit him in this time of 'grief'. Yet, the only memories he saw when he closes his eyes are of you. How could he, Dio, of all people to fall in love with that disgustingly cute girl that lived across the old bakery near the mansion.
Groaning in annoyance, the blonde haired boy had gotten up from his desk only to sit down once more. He thought meticulously of how he needed to confront her about these petty feelings. And how he could steer her feelings towards him and not that bumbling idiot of a Joestar. He quickly began to feel more angry and spiteful when he thought of dear old Jojo. That blue-haired moron needed to be out of the picture fast if he wanted to 'confess'. "Deep breaths" he thought as he tried to calm down and not potentially hurt Jojo in the process, in risk of you finding out. As he tried calming down, he began to think about you more and more. A small smile draped across his lips as he thought of all the ways he would tease her, squeeze her and kiss her without her even noticing.
He would love to feel her soft warm body against his cold and unfeeling one as he put it. He could imagine her on her knees, practically begging him to be hers and hers alone. Not one person could even love her like he does and would do anything for their relationship. He'd press his chest against hers, as her breaths began to quicken with the soft touches he would give her. Her heart racing miles per minute underneath his smothering love. Soft fleeting kisses on the base of her neck as his devilish hands cup and squeeze every little detail on your body. Dio could feel his blood boil as he recalled these passionate fantasies he'd make. He slowly began to unbutton his shirt, slipping it off in a quick huff. His hands would rub up and down his torso, imagining it would be your hands doing. Your soft hands, pulling him closer towards you with a flick of his crimson tie, enveloping him in a delicious kiss. He'd love to kiss your plump lips, biting and sucking on them as if they were his favorite candy. He would do anything to have her in his life, even risk his own to even get a minuscule taste of what you could do to him.
He slowly began to palm his stiffening cock underneath his stretched out boxers, softly groaning and letting soft sighs of enjoyment. Smiling more, he could see you in his lap. Rubbing and grinding your sultry body against his, wanting more and more luscious moans spill out of the both of you. Your airy moans become more audible as he bites and licks your neck, leaving more bruises and love marks. Pulling off your tight dress in a fury, he plays with your perky exposed breasts with one hand while the other cups and kneads your ass. In a matter of seconds, he released his hardening cock as the tip flushed a soft pink in his amber eyes. Spitting into his hand, he began to slowly stroke it, imagining as if it were your own juices lathering up his thickening cock. He could see you running your fingers through his hair with one hand as the other stroked his dick in a teasing fashion. "Ah!" A hasty moan left his lips as his hand quickened in speed. His soft moans began to turn more animalistic and needy. His speech began to stutter as he tried to moan your name over and over again. Legs began to wobble and bounce, imagining that you were on his lap, riding him with all of your might. Curse words and loud slapping noises echoed throughout his room as he tried to cum. Grabbing your ass and spanking it repeatedly made you moan louder and louder inside of his room. His skinny hips began to sputter as he felt his orgasm finally hit him. "Come on, come on, come on... more, more, p-please!" Your name and more left his lips like a mantra as he pumped himself into his hand repeatedly, wanting to fill your aching pussy with his large coats of semen. He wanted, no needed to be one with you in these moment, needing to feel this euphoric high only with you. A high pitched moan left his lips as he began to feel his high come into his sights. He pumped his throbbing cock into his spit layered hand, seeing your face contort into a face of pure ecstasy and lust. Thrusting and squelching and thrusting led to him finally releasing his hot sticky cum all over his carpet and the underside of his desk. His tongue almost entirely out as his eyes closed one last time, seeing your face come closer to him and give him a final kiss on his lips.
His amber eyes rolled up as he felt himself empty every last drop of juice that he had inside of you. He opened his eyes one last time and tried to pump out every single droplet he had for you. Hot breaths and pants left his throat as he slowly came back into reality. Sighing in irritation, he quickly fixed himself and put his clothes back on. Straightening out his shirt and pants as he cleaned up his large mess underneath his desk. After doing so, he could've sworn he felt a pair of eyes on him through the slightly open door. He thought nothing of it and had went back to writing or whatever he was doing. As he continued, he didn't notice the pair of eyes hidden beneath a pair of glasses. It was revealed to be you. Taking a sharp breath, you hid next to the door of the blonde-haired narcissist. Blushing wildly, you quickly left the hallway and sat against the wall, feeling extremely weird and heated underneath your sundress. You needed to shake these burning images and needs of Dio out of your mind before meeting up with Jojo. You couldn't have the blue-haired boy worry about you and these scandalous thoughts so you pushed them deep down, hoping that they wouldn't resurface until you went to bed.