JJBA Oneshots

Dio Brando; Sweet Tooth.

A/N: Requested By @iam_MIA99. Short, sweet and simple. I hope this is similar to what you wanted. I don't write Dio very often so he's probably way OOC although that's kind of intentional because I wanted him to be softer and sweeter with a pregnant reader.
Also I almost have all of my backed up requests finished so, party dance time
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"Why are you still eating that stuff?."

Your eyes darted from the plate below you on the countertop, to the man who now stood before you seeping with judgement, otherwise known as your husband.

"What do you mean?." One of your brows cocked, as you drilled your fork into the food on your plate, much to his disgust.

"This is the third time today that you've had something so sugary." He crossed his arms, looking at you like you were insane.

"It's not my fault," You poured, plopping another bite of your dessert into your mouth. "The baby has a sweet tooth! I cant help it." Your hand rubbed your seven month pregnant-belly, which had swollen up like a balloon recently, and it still had some more growing to do, too. The look on his face threatened to soften upon bringing aforemention of his child into the conversation.

"Well, tell the baby your teeth are going to rot out of your head if you keep on like that." He chuckled, his famous smirk playing across his pale face.

"The baby gets what the baby wants, Dio!," You exclaimed. "You should already know that. Plus, I can't deny, this cake is really good."

You grabbed your fork with a steady hand, ready for another bite. Looking up at Dio, who looked down at you with disapproval over your new fondness for sweets, a question popped up in your head.
"Dio, have you even had a bite of this cake, yet?."

"No, and it looks like at this rate I never will." He teased, and you rolled your eyes.

"Shut up. Here, try some then." You extended the loaded fork across the counter to the blonde man, who nearly took an entire step backward.

"You know how I am about desserts." Dio grumbled, eyes wavering away. Although he had naturally just had a distaste for all things sweet, sweets had also made him remember someone in particular, which was another reason he deterred.

"I promise it's good! Come on, you might actually like it, and if you don't you can just spit it out in the trash," You convinced. "The baby wants you to try it, Dio!."

He grimaced a bit, the tension in his shoulders not subsiding. He hesitantly leaned in, one bite wouldn't hurt...You grinned widely, raising the fork to his slightly parted lips. He engulfed the fork-full, and you sat the utensil down, clapping your hands together. "You see, Dio! The baby always gets what the baby wants."

His eyes narrowed as he chewed.

"So, what do you think? It's good, right?." You propped your elbows on the counter, resting your chin on your palms. You looked at him with happy eyes.

"It's...alright." He swallowed.

"I told you!." You stuck your tongue out at him, blowing raspberries.

"All I said was its alright. It's not extravagant or anything, but I can understand the baby's craving," He put his hands on the countertop, looking sternly. "Nevertheless, this is your last slice of cake for today. I will not hesitate to put locks on the refrigerator if I see you with another piece."

"You wouldn't dare!."

"Oh, I would dare, darling," He smirked, leaning his upper half across the counter a bit more, he placed a kiss on your forehead. "Try me." He retorted.

You pouted, puffing your cheeks out. "I'll try my best, but I don't know how well the baby's gonna like this..."

"Well, if the baby has an issue, it can take it up with me later." Dio spun on his heels, ready to exit the kitchen and return to his study where he had spent the most of his morning. You grumbled under your breath, preparing yourself to really savor the last few bites of cake on your plate. Dio said his goodbyes for the afternoon, as he turned the corner into the hallway;

All he could think about was the slice of cake he was going to steal for himself, later.