Daddy's Good Little Girl--Aizawa x Reader

Part 9: Dinner

We stepped through the threshold of the dorm door, pushing it forward to let in the cold night. The breeze made my hair float around my head. Burying my face in Shota's coat, we hurried to the car he had parked in front of the building.

We laughed at the wind and slipped into the car. It was a small, comfortable sedan. Black to match his daily style, it was fashionable. We sat in comfortable silence as he started the engine and pulled out of the circular drive. I poked a few buttons on the dashboard, enjoying watching his lip twitch at seeing someone else touching his precious car. I switched the radio to a song I knew and began to sing along.

He knew the song too, and sang along with me. I smiled at him as he rolled the windows down, letting the rough wind mess up my hair. It did not matter to me. We sang our hearts out, neither of us knowing well how to sing.

And then the song ended. He turned the volume down low, and rolled up the windows. And we just sat. But it was not awkward. It was nice, actually, each of us trying to catch our breath from the exhilaration. I had noticed his hand seeming to hesitantly creep towards my leg. I grinned.

He cleared his throat, "May I?" I could not speak, my heart was pounding too hard, but I managed to nod "yes".

His hand touched my bare skin, and I gasped quietly. He began to rub up and down, keeping his eyes on the road. And then, his hand crept up, up, up, meeting the hem of my skirt. My face grew hot. But then he let it drift back down towards my knee. I rolled my eyes, hoping he could not see my frustration in the dark car, illuminated only by the purple LED lights on the doors.

He kept it up, making me angrier, but it was a fun anger. It was an anger that you knew would be satisfied later on. An anger that was not indefinite. We arrived at his chosen restaurant quickly. As he was pulling into the parking lot, I realized something.

"Shota... will there be paparazzi? I mean, you are a pro-hero. I don't want you reputation to be ruined because-"

"Slow down, it's okay. I made sure we were in a place where only my trusted acquaintances would be. Nobody here wants to tarnish my reputation."

"O-okay, I just don't want to be a burden..."

"You aren't, and never will be a burden." He stroked my hand, enlacing his fingers with mine. After giving me a kiss on the forehead, we slipped out of the car, and walked towards the restaurant han-in-hand.

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As we walked inside, I was surprised at the sheer amount of people Aizawa considered to be his "trusted acquaintances". Inside was a large group, I would guess 40 people, all sitting and chatting at tables. The interior was nice... and definitely expensive. Soft candlelight illuminated each table, and there was velvet upholstery on the seats. Everyone was dressed nicely...

Everyone. That was when I realized that the room was full of pro-heroes. My mouth fell open, and I looked up to Aizawa. He only calmly smiled down at me. I couldn't speak.

He gently guided me through the crowd, bidding hello to a few people, but mostly staying quiet. He found us an empty table, and sat down next to me.

"So when were you going to tell me this was an all-pros restaurant?" I couldn't help but feel a little bit annoyed that he had let me get so caught off-guard. He chuckled.

"I apologize, I should have specified more. I did not intend for you to be uncomfortable," he began to stand, "would you rather we go somewhere els-"

"No, no, I'm okay," I waved for him to sit back down. I looked around, "I like it, it's nice here." He smiled.

"Nobody asks questions here. They probably assume we're here on hero-business, with a student-teacher relationship."

I slumped in my seat, crossing my arms. I knew my emotions were childish, but I couldn't stop them from spilling out. "I just wish we could be public about it. I know it would mess things up for you, so I understand why we can't, I am a rational person, but still. I love you, and I want people to know. But if it comes at that high of a price, it isn't worth it. I just thought you should know how I feel."

He seemed taken aback that I had said that much. His raised eyebrows melted into a sad smile. "Someday we will go public, I promise. Until then, I'm enjoying our current status. Are you okay with that?"

I thought about it for a moment. I really wanted this to last. After a minute, I said a simple, "yes."

He seemed as if he wanted to touch my hand, but couldn't. I knew he was really trying to make this relationship work, so I had to give him credit for that.

Soon, the waiter came to take our orders. I had asked him to order for me. Usually, I would order for myself, i am very independent, but today, I had no idea what I wanted, and my mind was moving onto other issues.

We chatted until our food came. He had ordered me a T-Bone steak, presented nicely on a porcelain platter. I almost didn't want to eat it. But I did, oh I did.

After we were finished eating, we sat back and talked. The waiters did not push us to leave, instead letting us hang around. Out of nowhere, he said, "do you want to do something?"

I stopped chewing on my fingernail, looking at him questioningly. "You're going to have to give me more details than that." He shrugged, and ordered simply:

"Take off your underwear. Now." My face instantly grew hot. I looked around frantically to see if anyone had heard him and his blatant statement but nobody seemed to have. Everybody carried on with their normal conversations.

I gulped. How did he expect me to do this? And without others noticing? I wiggled in my seat, trying to get my panties loose from my curves. They slid down my ass, landing high on my thighs. From there, I slowly maneuvered them through my skirt to my knees. There was just a white tablecloth in the way of the world seeing what I was doing. The world of pro-heroes. I swallowed hard again, dizzy from nervousness.

Once the underwear were on my knees, I grabbed them with my hands and slid them off of my legs as quickly as possible, getting them stuck on my platforms for a quick-terrifying second.

Afterwards, I sat in fear with the red panties in my hand, hidden underneath the table behind the cloth. He smiled evilly.

"Now give them to me." I slowly moved my hand out from under the table, keeping the red, lacy things balled in my fist. I clenched my hand into his, making sure nobody would see what he was doing. I withdrew my hand quickly, watching him draw them underneath his side of the table.

I saw his veins bulging in his arm as he clenched the undergarment. He smirked. "Wet already, are we?" I slid down an inch in my chair, feeling like I could not be any more humiliated. But he continued.

"I think I want a little preview of what is going to be happening soon." To my horror, he removed one of his hands from what was presumably the balled up panties, and began to suck on his fingers. My eyes widened as he slid his hand back underneath the table.

He casually checked his watch as if nothing had just happened. His eyes widened. "y/n are you ready to go?" I snapped out of my flustered haze.

"Y-yes. I am." I grabbed my coat, standing up, embracing the weird sensation of having absolutely nothing between my legs.

"Good. We'd better get going. Or else we'll be late for the movie!" With that, I grabbed his arm as we hurried out. On the way, he slapped a check on the counter of the restaurant, and then we were out.

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