||ℐ𝓃𝓈ℯ𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎||Dio Brando X Y/N||

I was seated at my desk, dressed in my comfortable hoodie and pajamas and entirely focused on the assignment that was due this week. I was entirely focused in it when my four month old boyfriend, Dio Brando, decided to pay me a surprise visit. 

Without warning, he rung the doorbell, leaving me with no time to put on my makeup or a flattering outfit. 

Shit

I thought to myself as I slowly got up from my workplace and started for the front door.

It's about time he faces the truth. I thought to myself.

I was never a visual. Even after hours of spending time, styling my hair, choosing the best outfit and makeup wouldn't make me feel a bit prettier. I tried everything, expensive makeup, more styling custom corsets, huge amount of time spent in front of the mirror and on mascara, but nothing changed.

As i approached the front door, I took one last deep breath and mentally prepared myself for the reaction that Dio was gonna give. 

He would most probably turn his back to me and never return after this. I thought.

I forced myself to open the front door to him. He blindly flung himself to me with the warmest hug and the brightest smile, enough to make my whole week. When we separated from the hug, I was able to look at him carefully.

The E-Boy that he is, his soft navy blue shoulder over pull with black jeans and Vans made him look like a dream reality. His piercings shone in the soft light of the gloomy weather and his smile, exposed his fang like canines, his smile into perfect crescents. 

"Y/N!!!", he said excitedly before pulling pulling me into another hug. I hugged him back, almost melting into his well built body. I noticed he was holding a shopping bag.

"Oh! So you seemed to have noticed that I, Dio, bought a lovely gift for a lovelier girl, Y/N", he said, his majestic behavior taking place.

I laughed. He closed the front door and went upstairs. 

"Come on!! I wanna show you~", he whined, impatient as always.

I sighed and went upstairs.

I froze when I saw what he had bought me, my last words getting stuck in my throat. 

"But... Dio... You- you really didn't need to get me this", I started.

"Woah! Do you like it, Y/N?", he asked, as he rearranged the lace one piece lingerie he had bought me, spread out on my bed.

"I bought it a marron shade so that it looks perfect with your white complexion.", he smiled. 

"But this looks expensive Dio!", I said. 

"Yep!! My dad recently owned the biggest companies in England..... so I decided to give you a gift. I know, doesn't have to do anything with my dad but hey! It's never too late for a gift right? The lingerie is from Carine Gilson.", he sat down on the bed. 

"And the perfume"", I said, as I picked up the beautiful bottle of perfume, bringin it closer to my nose to smell it. The smell of the white florals made my nerves calm down and made me chill, as if the perfume was meant to be mine.

"The perfume is from Baccarat Les Larmes Sacred de Thebes"

 I held onto my breath, and then released it, slowly approaching to him. 

"But why Dio?"

"Well, I was buying some new suits for my upcoming brother's wedding and I saw them and I couldn't resist myself from buying them for you.", he shrugged

"But, what are you standing here for? Go and change!! I wanna see you in this", he clapped his hands enthusiastically.

My face flushed red when I heard his words.

"Um-", I was beet red at this point.

"I know you're gonna look stunning. I'm pretty sure I bought your size. But don't worry. The manager of the store from where I bought these is a pretty good friend of my dad's so they'll take it back. Don't worry", he said, exposing his fangs while smiling.

"Oh, the shop's return policy is what  I'm worried about right now", I scoffed.

"What's that supposed to mean?", he asked as a crease formed on his forehead. 

My reaction didn't coincide with his expectations, as his mood changed for the worst in a matter of seconds.

"Why don't you like it, Y/N? Its so pretty and it matches with your aesthetic perfectly.", his heart fell to his stomach.

"Yes! Yes Dio! It is very pretty and it perfectly matches with my aesthetic perfect. But you can't make me wear that. Not tonight. I'm sorry Dio.", I said, as I turned away.

"What?! Why?", the disappointment in his voice was clear.

"Because..", I barely managed to croak out a response, as I sat back at my desk and pretended to be fully focused on the assignment that I was doing.

"That's not an answer, Y/N", he insisted. "You're angry. Why? Did I do something wrong?"

Damn Dio! Why you gotta be the over perceptive boyfriend who saw right through their girlfriend.

There was nothing I could hide from him. He could sense each and every, howsoever small, change in my tone or behavior.

"I'm not angry at you", I sighed, before hiding my face in my palms, elbows propped up in front of the stack of open books before me.

"I-I'm a bit frustrated with myself I guess?", I croaked out

"What?? Why?!"

Dio kept inquiring , perpetually eager to understand. Judging by the sound of his voice, he was now concerned and much closer to me.

"Y/N. Babe. Look at me. What's wrong, hmm?", he said, the softness in his voice calmed me down, but I just couldn't bring myself to comply with his demand. I was afraid. If I met his gaze, I wouldn't be able to hold back tears which had started filling my eyes.

"Hon, What's going on? Are you crying?", he reached up to remove my hands from my face and cup it with his instead, leaving me no choice but to look at him. 

"What's troubling you my dear? Did I say something which offend you?"

I quietly shook my head no, pressing my lips shut tightly.

"Then what is it? Hmm? You know that you can tell me anything, right?", His beautiful features now mirroring my pained expression.

He started caressing my cheek gently, tenderly brushing away the tears which had, eventually broken my resistance.

"Its just...", I start, avoiding eye contact, my voice shaking. "I-I'm so ashamed of the way I look, Dio. Like... T-There's a reason you have never seen me... w-well..... n-naked-d.... y-yet. Because, you know, of this." I pointed at my body.

"T-This is not even a pretty sight. But then you go, being the sweetest boyfriend ever and buy me an expensive lingerie and perfume and... I-I can't even wear it for you. I just hate myself and my stupid body so much. H-How can you look at me? I'm-", words get stuck at my throat as I spoke.

"No. Don't say such horrible things about yourself, Y/N", his earnest tone, cutting me off. "All that matters to me that we're together and both happy and healthy, everything else is secondary. And besides, you are absolutely gorgeous from head to toe."

"What...?", I gasp incredulously.

"Have you even see me...?", I sniffed

"Yes! I am looking at you right now. Even with a runny nose and red eyes, you're a Van Gogh masterpiece to me", he earnestly said.

"Dio Brando, you're unbelievable!", I laugh through my tears, yet he seemed serious. Yet he seemed to be serious about it.

"I mean it Y/N. You are beautiful inside out. And I will make you see that too.", he exclaimed, the seriousness in his voice was clear.

He came closer to me, his eyes staring into mine and looking into my soul. He broke the eye contact and looked around, inspecting everything carefully.

"Where is it?", he asked, looking back at me, eyes gleaming which could only mean that he had another one of those crazy ideas of his.

"Where is what?", I asked, confused and curious at the same time.

"Your polaroid camera, the one that I gave you on your birthday."

"Oh, the Morandi 200? On my book shelf... Why?", I said pointing to it.

"Because...", he smiled, clearly pleased. "You, my love, are going to put on that lingerie and some makeup if you want to. And then you're gonna come back here and I'm gonna click a few pictures. No back talks."

After a few minutes of playful coaxing and shy back and forth, he eventually convinced me to do as he asked. I changed and I wasn't pleased at all with what I saw in the bathroom mirror. 

Sure, Dio once again proved to me that his fashion sense is excellent because the lingerie set that he picked up was gorgeous. All I noticed, though, when I critically observed my figure in the mirror in the mirror were my flaws. 

My uneven skin, riddled with cellulite in all the wrong, most obvious places, my backside, which could have been a little more toned and my claves, which are not nearly as defined as I would have liked them.

I came out of the changing room, my face trying its best to hide the disgusted look of what i saw in the bathroom mirror. Dio, seated on my chair, scanned me up and down.

"You ready?", he smiled as he waved the camera in front of me. I nervously nodded. 

Time passed by with me posing for Dio while eyes wandered up and down my body, following my curves and showing nothing but admiration and desire as he took picture after picture. All the serious and focused, chewing on his lower lip, I forgot about all the things I wanted to change about myself. Because of the way he looked at me, like I was some piece of art, I felt genuinely beautiful for the first time in my life.

After a while, he stopped taking pictures and frowned.

"I think that this lingerie isn't that good after all, take it off". he said.

I was surprised and I didn't know what to say or do. He came closer to me, the sexiness and the lust giving off his eyes. He grabbed y shoulders and said...

"Here, let me help you take it off so that I can see the real art" 

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