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"are we there yet, amma?"
"No."
Dio brando replied dryly at her six years old son as she keeps a steady eye on the road. After 5 years of complete disastrous life, she, well...alongside with her 'brother' have managed to get out of their unhealthy of an environmental lifestyle.
That includes trashy apartment, Rude neighbor, and an asshole of a landlord. Dio Brando was just 20 when she had little giorno, a great accident, yeah, but never a mistake. Although she will never admit it out loud.
She was depressed by the college assignments, she had a great fight with her father, thus resulting leaving the house she grew up in just when she was 19. She did stayed at her best-friend's house though, Enrico Pucci, for awhile. And his parents were very welcoming, they understood her completely and didn't push her more than she could already endure.
She never thought it would end up like this, but she still have to pay her college tuition, and not in a million years will she accept Mr. And Mrs. Pucci's offer to pay it all up. No, she have to do something. They're already kind enough to let her stay on the exchange of being Enrico's study buddy.
"Then why don't you become a sugar baby?" Suggest Funny on their face-time while petting on her new Pomeranian puppy's head.
"Yeah, why don't you become MY sugar baby?'' Diavolo grins, locking his eyes at both of the blondes in the group like a hunter silently stalking it's prey.
"Geez, stop thinking with your dick Diavolo! Seriously, guys with blondy kinks are soo 2000 era." scold Kars with a slight annoyance in it, breaking her eye contact from the screen and to her sharp grape-color nails.
"Umm.. I'm a blondy too, I don't see Diavolo right there flirting with me, like, maybe sometimes, but go off i guess." Kira said with a straight face, like seriously does this guy ever live?
"Wait, a sugar baby? The bloody hell is that?" Asked Dio, deep in her guts she knows that this will be a bad idea, but that's the least she can do, and being a waiter wouldn't cover all of the expanse.
"Omg, like I can't believe you haven't know about this yet! It's soo popular though," says Funny, looking genuinely shocked.
"but anyway, a sugar baby is a person who receives cash, gifts or other financial and material benefits in exchange for a company. It sometimes can include sex, but it doesn't have to, you know. The paying partner is typically wealthier and older, mainly old men."
So it's the same thing as a stripper, Dio guessed, but just with more clothes and less dancing.
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On the next month, she shared her first experience of being a sugar baby to her group of friends. And let me tell you this, for once in her lifetime, it actually went smoothly. The guy was nice- too nice, letting her buy anything she likes, sending her money alongside with gifts.
It's just all too good to be true. Up until she grew bored of the guy and ghosted the hell out of him (dick move, but that's the point) when she got more than enough money to rent an apartment and pay her college tuition. Enrico was more than upset when Dio announce one evening that she will finally move out and live on her own. Enrico was worried mostly since he thinks of Dio as his own sister, but support her nonetheless.
He helped her set her things up in the new small apartment she just recently rented, and when it's all done- the decorating and all, she was more than pleased. Not with the look, but with her accomplishment.
'Beat it father, i finally got my own place to live.' said Dio silently, followed by cursing his name with mixed languages she learned from her friends.
One night, her group of friends, they called it 'mean girls (and boys) society', went to the night club to have fun. But what Dio didn't expect was to see an eye-catching foreign fella sitting in the middle of his group of friends, laughing away and looking completely breathtaking.
His beautiful dark hazel hair was slightly messy with a bit of curl, he was wearing a Hibiscus colored shirt with a few of it's upper button being undone and a black colored ripped skinny jeans. Dio didn't realize how long was she staring up until the unknown stranger walked towards her, giving her a smirk that took her breath away.
"I noticed you were keeping an eye on me.
And what a lovely lady you are. You went alone?"
"No, i had a useless group of companions who left me for the dance floor." Said Dio as she tried to keep a steady tone, she have never experience this sort of situation before. Maybe it's just karma finally slapping her in the face for ghosting and blackmailing the poor old man.
'It's not like i, dio, has feelings for this guy! If i can blackmail and laugh at that useless old man, I'm sure as hell can use this kid to my advantage'
"That's a shame...my name's Haruko Shiobana by the way. This Music's style is giving me a headache, wanna go to my car and hit some blunt ?" Dio blinked for a few times, thinking 'how dare he to assume that i, Dio, will even do shits like that'
Although just a try wouldn't hurt, Diavolo does that all the time, and he's still alive...the same shit head, but alive. Besides being left out in the club already agitates her enough, not to mention her still ongoing family feud. It's really a shame that Enrico couldn't come along, he said that he needed to study for his upcoming test and deal with some 'family business'.
Now Dio was well aware that her group of friends weren't the nicest people would find in town, and she knows it all, from an aspiring mafia boss to a shady introvert serial killer with a weird hand fetish. But they're the only peoples she would be comfortable with- maybe it's coincidence that pulled some peoples with fucked up lives and bring them together, but Dio said it's gravity.
In the end, she nodded to his offer and followed him towards his car. Honestly, Dio herself was not a big fan of smoking and drinking alcoholic drinks, but with the situation she's on right at this point- who could be the one to stop her?
Once they reached Haruko's car, she seated herself on the passenger seat. "I haven't even introduce myself...tell me, do you usually invite stranger into your vehicle?"
"Hm? No, not really." Said haruko, lighting up a roll. The car was parked underneath the club's neon light, a great spot for hooking up, he said.
The light's red color made haruko's appearance more exotic, and with the smell that slowly drives her mindless. He stared back at her this time and chuckled, bringing his hand up and lifting her face so he could have a full view of that beautiful gold piercing eyes.
"Open your mouth for me, be a good girl and stick your tongue out babe"
And for no sane reason, Dio comply his command in an instant. Haruko seems to be satisfied with it and leans his head close to hers, taking a deep inhale of the blunt and releasing the smoke right into her mouth. Not wanting any smoke to vanish, he quickly closes the gap with a deep passionate kiss.
Unlike any other man Dio have served, not once did she submitted this quickly- usually she prefer to be a brat and drive them nuts. But with Haruko, it felt different. Maybe she's already high with the blow she took earlier, but that just couldn't be it.
The kiss was slow and passionate, she could feel being lifted and seated on Haruko's lap, and she wouldn't bother to change the position. A few minutes have passed and Dio was the one to break the kiss, slowly breathing and locking her gaze in his caramel-like eyes.
"Dio Brando."
".....As in god? Huh, you're cute"
Dio rolled her eyes at his compliment but soon unbutton the rest of his shirt and throws it away, receiving an amused look from Haruko before he start to teasingly strip every inch of her clothes off. Now it's his turn to stare at Dio's body with so much hunger.
"I'm gonna put a baby inside of you, Dio. And you'll look so hot, fuck, I'm even gonna make you forget your name." grunt Haruko as he holds her tightly and start giving her hickeys on her neck and chest, before finally giving a passionate suck to her right breast and gently massaging the other one. Earning a high pitched moan from Dio.
"Don't make a promise that you couldn't fulfill, boy" said Dio in between her moan, with the last thing she remembered was laying on the backseat of his car with her clothes being nowhere in sight, legs spreading wide and an unconscious Haruko sleeping his face in between her breast. Oh no.
I, Dio, came to a realization that maybe i fucked up. But better care about it in the morning.