Hawks x Dabi x Reader One Shots

Control

 I wasn't sure what hit me that night. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the soothing crackle of the fireplace, maybe it was how I sat by his feet rather than in his lap as I normally would have. The only thought swimming through my devious brain was that I needed to be under his control. I needed to be submissive to every ounce of his dominance. My only question was how to get him riled up enough to put me in my place. Princess? More like whore.

All of our friends were over at our house, though, which made this an even more difficult task. "Our house." Heh...it had a better ring to it than I would have thought.

"Baby," he cooed, "what're you thinking about?" Hawks brushed my hair from my face, locking his eyes with mine, probably hoping to read my mind. I couldn't reply, though. His eyes...oh god, those eyes...a gorgeous golden swirl that could make the sun jealous; it never took me more than a few seconds to get lost in his eyes when they peered my way. "Princess," his voice chimed through my foggy brain. "Are you okay?"

A smile took its seat across my lips and I nodded. "Yes, sweetheart."

"What were you daydreaming about?"

I blushed a bit, trying to ignore my racing heart. A light bulb lit up my clouded mind, though. "I was thinking of heading to bed soon."

Hawks chuckled, "Aww, is the wine making you sleepy? Okay, Princess, go on upstairs. I'll be up in a few minutes." He took my glass and set it next to his on the table, then stood, grasping my hands in his, and helped me to my feet. I hugged him tightly, feeling his muscles tense and his heartbeat begin to speed up. Hawks kissed the top of my head. "Good night, baby."

Pulling out of the embrace, my eyes locked with his as I whispered, "Good night, Master," smirking a little though his expression didn't phase. That disappointed me a little, but I internally shrugged, pretty sure he had heard me.

About an hour had passed since I came up to bed and my patience was wearing thin. Did he hear me? A gentle sigh passed my lips as I sat up in bed and glanced out the window. Everyone's cars were still here. Growing frustrated, I strolled over to the computer and pulled up the internet. If he wouldn't help me, I'd help myself. I pulled up a BDSM threesome on a porn website, and as soon as the girls on the video began moaning, I felt my own sex beginning to drip with desire. My hand slipped down into my black, lace panties, the tips of my fingers teasing my clit, causing me to bite my lip as my breath hitched in my throat. Though I was slightly irked that I had to take care of myself, my brain still drifted to Hawks and how he could fuck me harder than the man in the video was doing to the girls. Especially during a rut, good god...

Before too long, I gently pulled my panties to the side, sliding half of my middle finger inside of my incredibly hot entrance. Just then, a pair of hands emerged from behind me, grabbing my breasts a little roughly. Glancing down and noticing my lover's hands, I smirked and shooed them from my chest.

I could almost hear his heart drop. "But Princess!" Hawks almost whined. "All I've been thinking about since you left is helping you, and now I'm horny too!"

I chuckled to myself, ignoring his plea and continued fingering my sweet sex, knowing the scent of my pheromones was driving him insane. He tried reaching for me a few more times, each attempt being brushed away. I wanted his control and irritating him just enough would, hopefully, make that happen. Feeling his hand start to travel between my legs, I stood and strolled into the bathroom, making my hips sway teasingly, and shut the door right in his face.

"God damnit, Y/N!" Hawks banged on the door. "Open up! I need to touch you! Fuck! At least let me help you!"

"Don't worry!" I called. "I'm almost done!" My cruelty took over and I began moaning loudly, not even touching myself anymore.