Daddy's Good Little Girl--Aizawa x Reader

Part 10: Movie

TW// Mentions of blood in this chapter.

As soon as we stepped out, I had an uneasy feeling. I could tell that he sensed it too, watching as he shifted his eyes around, checking for any signs of danger. Suddenly, a flash and click came from a bush nearby, followed by a quiet curse. Almost immediately, Aizawa had sent his scarf flying into the bush, and dragged out the perpetrator who had presumably taken our photo.

It was a short, stubby man. He cried out as he was dragged across the gravelly ground. Aizawa sighed, looking grumpy. He shouted behind him, into the restaurant. "Civilian!"

I heard grunts and groans mingling with the clinking of silverware and dragging of chairs across a hardwood floor. Then, all of the heroes who had been peacefully dining made their way to their cars or other transports, most of them nodding to Aizawa, still holding tightly to the photographer.

After most of the pros had deserted, Aizawa turned back to the man, who was shuddering in fear. Aizawa sighed again.

"Give me your camera." The man motioned with his eyes towards the bush where he had dropped his camera. Aizawa's scarf was in use, so I made my way over to get it, handing it to Aizawa.
Suddenly, he threw the camera to the ground at full force, shattering it. A small gasp escaped my lips.

"While we may not seem like it," he said to the man, "we are human as well... most of us. We have feelings and private lives that we'd like to keep private." Shota bent down to pick up the SD card from the pile. Slipping it into his pocket, he finished, "please keep that in mind in the future. Don't snoop where you're not needed." He fished some bills out of his pocket. "For your new camera." He handed the bills to the man, using his scarf to push him in the direction of what was obviously his vehicle.

The man scrambled off into the night.

Shota sighed, and without speaking drew me in for a deep hug. I squeezed his slender frame lovingly.

Still silent, we walked back to his car, hand in hand.

On the drive to our next destination, another great song came on, and Aizawa's somber face cracked into a huge grin. We sang along once again.

He parked the car in the parking lot of a movie theater, and we stumbled in with our windblown hair., laughing.

He paid for our tickets and put his arm around my shoulders. The euphoria of the car ride had worn off, and I was looking around nervously at the passers-by.

Aizawa squeezed the ticklish part of my side.

"Relax," he said huskily into my ear. I blushed and batted his face away playfully. We made it to Theater 13, walking through the darkened aisles until we chose seats in the very back of the theater.

"What are we seeing?" I asked, wondering why I hadn't asked before.

"I have no idea." He shrugged. I looked at him in disbelief. "But I think it's a thriller."

"Oh nice, I love those." I sat down in the cushioned, foldable chair, and began bouncing my knee.

"I thought you might." He sat down next to me, and began bouncing his knee with mine. He entwined his fingers with mine, and gave me a light kiss on my jaw right underneath my ear. I moaned quietly, earning a chuckle from him.

He pulled back and I rested my head on his shoulder until the movie started. The previews were dull, but the movie finally began.

I was hooked from the beginning. I was so engrossed in the story that I let my fingers grip his far too tightly. I apologized to him but he just squeezed my hand tightly back. I smiled into the darkness.

About halfway through the movie, Shota untangled his hand from mine. He bent down to tie his shot or grab something off the floor, and suddenly his fingers were trailing up my leg. His hand rested on my knee as he sat up, staring straight ahead and avoiding eye contact with me.

His hand crept up my thigh, and rested again at the hem of my skirt. I tried to stay focused on the movie, but my brain was having trouble trying to function at all.

I was getting impatient. I gently grasped his fingers and placed them just underneath the skirt edge. I glanced over at him, and saw that his straight face had been wiped to a satisfied smirk.

Suddenly, his fingers slid up to my uncovered crotch. Immediately stuck a finger inside of my hole, making me moan quietly. He whisper-laughed, and began to pump his finger in and out of my body.

I began to whimper as he brought me closer to orgasm. He placed his other hand over my mouth, turning me on even more. I felt tears gathering in my eyes as he continued to torture me with his finger, and that was when he decided to add another. I gripped his moving arm tightly, letting my nails dig into his skin.

The torture was too much to bear. I released my orgasm, coming onto his fingers. I bit down hard on the fingers over my mouth, coming for several minutes. After I had finished, my whole body shuddered, rocking the cheap movie-theater seat. I finally released his fingers from my teeth, leaving behind the faintest taste of coppery blood. His blood on my lips was glorious. A thin trail of my saliva clung to his bloody finger.

I was lucky that the closest people to us were six rows down. The rest of the theater seemed to be ignorant of our... activities.

I looked up at him, smiling. I licked his blood off of my lips. He smiled back, licking the rest of my juices from his fingers seductively. After they were clean, he rubbed my cheek with his thumb, pulling me in to kiss his lips. I could taste myself on his tongue, and I was sure he could taste his own coppery fluid.

He used his scarf to bandage his finger; the teeth marks were not deep, but just enough to draw beads of ichor from the shallow skin.

Then, he unzipped his fly, shifting his hips in my direction. It was my turn.