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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Durarara!!
  Relationship:
      Kuronuma_Aoba/Orihara_Kururi
  Character:
      Kuronuma_Aoba, Orihara_Kururi
  Additional Tags:
      Foreplay, Unresolved_Sexual_Tension, Awkward_Sexual_Situations, Angst_and
      Humor, Romance
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-12-18 Words: 1324
****** Soft Spot ******
by craple
Summary
     No matter how cold he claimed himself to be, he would always have a
     soft spot for the older Orihara twin.
Notes
     Underage cause they're like, 15 yeah? Yeah. starts coughing awkwardly
     cause this is actually my first smut.
Aoba was sure that he wasn’t supposed to do this kind of thing inside the poor
janitor’s room again, when the class already started fifteen minutes ago, and
his phone kept ringing for, like, fiftieth times in a row within one hour. The
reason he didn’t pick up was quite obvious though; he was busy handling
another, more important matter at the moment, and since those calls were mostly
from Blue Square members, he decided to put his phone in silence and ignored it
for another hour.
There was a low, sensual moan emitted from his brunette partner as he nudge her
legs apart using his knee, pressing onto her more urgently while his hands
busied themselves tracing the contour of her slim body up to her beautiful
supple breasts. Smirking against her sweet soft lips, Aoba took his chance to
shove his tongue into her mouth and started exploring every inch of it, her
tongue met his short after and they fought for dominance.
She was an amazingly awesome experienced kisser; he had to give her that,
despite her mysterious, silent and melancholy looks. He thought that it might
have something to do with her younger twin sister being a bisexual, but he
didn’t really want to know, or imagine in this case, what those two had done
before. It would totally ruin the mood they were having inside of this small
dark, cramped room (and he wondered briefly, how in the seven hells the janitor
could stand staying inside this kind of place, but now that he thought about
it, the janitor himself almost never stepped a foot in his own room, so it’s
alright).
Moving his hands up to her head, he tangled his hands in his soft brown locks
and yanked it roughly, making her gasp and panted as she looked up, baring her
slender creamy white neck to his clouded hungry eyes. The corner of his lips
quirked upward into a mischievous smirk and he leaned down, his tongue darted
out to leave a long wet trail from the base of her neck up to her chin before
going down again and bit down softly at her skin. He started leaving red marks
all over her neck with his teeth, and then claimed her already swollen lips
back into another breath-taking passionate kiss.
Both of them didn’t really know how this thing between them started, nor did
they have any reason behind all of their secret encounters, whether it was in
the janitor’s room, the boys’ bathroom, an empty abandoned class, or the nurse
office, it didn’t really matter for them. The only thing that they were sure of
was that it simply happened, and no matter how much they wanted to put a stop
to this; they just couldn’t, or more like, it was impossible to do anything at
this level, because they’ve drowned far too deep than they’re supposed to.
His tongue once again found itself licking at her lower lip, literally begging
it to part open and let it inside to meet with his mate and she complied,
letting her tongue to get into another round of wrestling with his and shivered
every time his tongue swept across her teeth, the inside of her cheeks and
everywhere. He was doing it like a professional that she thought he might have
done this more than she did, or maybe it was his primal instinct taking over
his brain to control the situation, because his kisses were filled with raw
uncontrollable emotions flooding into her, making her so hot that she couldn’t
stand being inside the gymnastic suit.
‘Not yet,’ he whispered hotly near her ear when her fingers clutched onto the
third button of his shirt and he smirked, putting his hand behind her head and
tilted her slightly so he could run that flexible tongue of his across her ear
lobe and she shuddered. It was still unbelievable for her, that he could kiss
far, far better than her perverted younger sister. She did read once that a
kiss felt much more amazing when you did it with the person you love, but she
doubted that love had anything to do with it, because she wasn’t in love with
him, and neither was he in love with her. The chance that he didn’t have any
feelings for her after all those sins they’ve committed together wasn’t zero,
and the painful beatings of her heart every time he’s around her without
actually making a physical or eye contact with her didn’t proof a single
fucking thing that she’s in love with him, not at all, not really.
Kururi inhaled sharply when his free hand sneaked underneath her black shorts
and started exploring her lower anatomy curiously, his palm pressed against her
burning skin and they let out lout moans when his fingers reached her core to
find how wet she was. Aoba murmured something softly on her neck, pressing his
knee that was settled between her thighs harder, eliciting another loud
delicious moan from her and he groaned. Enough with the foreplay, he thought as
he ripped his shirt forcefully, making the buttons flew everywhere while taking
her white t-shirt out of her head and pushed her body flush against his,
kissing her much more passionately than before that it both surprised and
pleased her at the same time.
Maybe he was in love with her, or maybe he just had developed a soft spot for
her after that bullying incident on the third day of school.
Her thoughts were shattered when he distracted her by grinding his hips against
her, and she cursed loudly when she couldn’t get that trouser out of his legs,
the zipper was done in an instant, but the button wouldn’t even budge. A soft
small chuckle rang in her ears and she stopped; her heart did a painful leap
inside her chest and her face gotten impossibly redder than it already did.
“Here, lemme get that…” he mumbled lowly near her ear, his breath and voice
sent goose bumps on her entire body and she couldn’t stop praying for that long
trouser of his to be gone as soon as possible. Unfortunately he took much
longer time to unbutton it than she did and she groaned, snatching a knife that
was placed under the table beside her and torn the fabric apart with a
satisfying sound that turned her on even more.
He looked pleasantly surprised by her action though, not wasting the time to
pull her against him and kissed her once again, her hands were on the waistband
of his boxer before he knew it and then—
BAM!
Their eyes popped open when the door opened with a loud bang, untangling
themselves from each other as they looked at the person who just walked into
the room, the janitor himself, in pure unadulterated horror written all over
their faces. The janitor froze on his place beside the door, staring hard at
the half-naked couple in front of him with dropped jaw and wide eyes, his hands
were trembling as reached for the phone in his breast pocket and dialed a
number under the name of “The Principal”.
Aoba and Kururi didn’t dare to move a single muscle as the janitor spoke with
the principal through the phone, but since he didn’t like the dreamy look that
the janitor gave to his… companion, whatever, Aoba quickly reached down for her
t-shirt and shoved it to cover her chest, telling her to wear it back with his
eyes and a simple nod as he put his shirt and trouser back to place.
“You two, the principal’s office, now!”
They didn’t even look at him in the eyes when they ran away from his room as
fast as they possibly could.
Okay, so maybe next time, he shouldn’t let the ‘soft spot’ he had for her
taking over the best of him.
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