Hacking The Hacker *Dabi x OC*

Twenty Five((Mature-ish Content))

Yuuki nodded her head, over whelmed by the feeling of his finger tips brush against her hips and his breath hitting her skin.

"Waitwaitwaitwait," Yuuki mumbled quietly, her hands diving down to grasp his hair.

He grunted quietly and moved his hands away from her shorts. Yuuki grinned as she realized that he was growing impatient. Yuuki tugged his hair upwards, forcing him to move back to where he was eye level with her.

Once she was satisfied, Yuuki moved her hands to the back of his neck, pulling him down towards her. Her tongue darted out of her mouth for a brief to wet her drying lips, the action caused Dabi's eyes to dart towards her lips. A small giggle left her lips as she pulled him down, pressing her lips against his.

Dabi wasted no time in kissing her back. He leaned most of his weight onto an arm that rested next to her head while his free hand moved from her waist, dipping beneath her bra and massaging her breast. A moan that was muffled by Dabi's lips left Yuuki's throat.

A shiver moved up her spine as his hands left her breast, moving back down to her waist, pausing to give her hip a soft squeeze before dipping down beneath her shorts. Dabi pulled back from her lips as his hand moved beneath her panties, his eyes moved all over her face, watching as pleasure took over her.

Yuuki gasped out as the pad of his fingers rubbed her pearl, her hips snapping upwards towards the source of her pleasure. A smirk dotted onto Dabi's face as he rubbed against her entrance. The teasing ripped out a whine from Yuuki, only for it to be silenced by Dabi as he kissed her lips.

Yuuki bucked her hips upwards as his finger began slipping in and out of her at a steady pace. She let out a soft moan, pressing her forehead into Dabi's chest as she searched for something to grab a hold of.

An idea suddenly crossed her mind in the midst of his touch, and a small smirk grew on her lips as she moved her hand down towards Dabi's jeans. Yuuki struggled to unbutton his jeans as he slipped in another finger.

Once her hand had successfully unbuttoned the jeans, her hand dipped below his underwear, a low groan leaving Dabi's lips as she did so. Yuuki grinned as his pace faltered once she grabbed a hold of his length.

"Oh fuck," Dabi mumbled between heavy pants, his eye squeezing shut as her hand massaged him.

The sound of their bedroom door slamming open made the duo jump, Yuuki immediately pulling her hand away from him.

"O-OH SHIT! SORRY!" Daso's panicked scream sound at the entrance.

Yuuki's cheeks turned a vibrant red as he quickly vanished out of view. Dabi let out an annoyed groan as he sat up, straightening his underwear and jeans.

"We'll finish this later," He mumbled angrily, picking up the discarded shirt on the side he was on, throwing it at Yuuki.

Yuuki sighed quietly as she slipped the fabric over her shoulders before standing up, straightening her shorts. Yuuki listened to Dabi mumbled angrily underneath his breath, amused by his state, Yuuki giggled softly.

She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, "We'll finish later, I promise," She whispered quietly, stretching up to peck his lips with a smile.

Dabi grunted silently, "Fine," He mumbled, "Go take care of them so we can finish," He stated.

Yuuki chuckled quietly and pulled away from him, moving towards the open door and walking down the hall. Daso stood in the living room, a deep red blush on his cheeks and a nervous glimmer in his eyes. Next to him stood an overly amused Futeiki.

"Ruin your mood?" He chuckled, earning a glare from Yuuki.

"S-Sorry, Y-Yuuki. I-I didn't realize," Daso apologized, a bullet of nervous sweat rolling down his face.

Yuuki only let out a small sigh, waving off the apology and folding her arms over her chest, "What do you two want?" She asked.

"B-B-"

"Koibito wants all of us to meet him at the warehouse tomorrow," Futeiki cut Daso off, "10 pm, sharp,"

Yuuki looked at the green male, annoyance embedded into her eyes, "It took two of you to come and tell me? Why not just call?"

Daso's cheeks steadily turned a darker shade of red and he looked down at his shoes, "W-We tried," He mumbled, "Y-You didn't answer, s-so w-we had to come h-here. Futeiki n-needed th-the walk," He quietly explained.

Dabi walked into the living room, making Daso scoot behind Futeiki. Daso had always been scared of Dabi, no matter how many times Yuuki told him Dabi wouldn't hurt him unless given a good reason. She knew that information was false, but she tried to help.

"How the hell did you even get in?" Dabi asked, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest.

Futeiki let out an excited laugh, "Honestly, Dabi, we're criminals!" He exclaimed, "W-"

"I don't care," Dabi stated bluntly.

Futeiki let out a small scoff, "Whatever. Anyways, we'll leave you two lovebirds to fuck. Just remember, the warehouse, tomorrow at 10 pm," He stated, turning around and stalking out the door.

As soon as that door closed, Dabi's hands immediately grabbed her waist, guiding her towards the bedroom. Yuuki only giggled at his impatience as they entered the room. Dabi pushing her onto the bed quickly.