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❝ 𝘊 𝘏 𝘈 𝘗 𝘛 𝘌 𝘙 𝘚 𝘌 𝘝 𝘌 𝘕 𝘛 𝘌 𝘌 𝘕 ❞
ARIYA AWOKE WITHA HOARSE GROAN. She winced at the painful scratching and dryness of her throat. Her eyes opened in narrow slits and she rolled over in what she assumed was her bed. But the sheets and pillows smelled different. They smelled familiar, subtle, expensive cologne.
They smelled like Jin.
Ariya immediately sat up, raising her hands to rub the blurry tiredness from her eyes. In her panic, she had rubbed her eyes too hard causing her to see a few stars in her vision for a few seconds.
Her eyes scanned over the room and even though she had never seen his room in full before, she could just feel it in her gut that she was sitting in his bed.
But Jin was nowhere to be found.
Ariya's mind wandered back to last night. The unimaginable euphoria she felt. The mix of pain and pleasure made her feel like she was floating on clouds.
That was the best sex she's ever had in her life.
Ariya flipped the soft, fluffy comforter off of her and slowly slipped out of bed. Her feet dangled off the side of his bed and hopped down on shaky legs. God, her legs felt like jelly.
She managed to gain some stable footing. Ariya looked down to see she was wearing an oversized shirt, undoubtedly belonging to Jin as well. It draped over her naked body, covering her. She wasn't dirty or sticky as she had expected, but she was clean, wearing clean clothes in a soft bed.
Where was Jin?
Ariya left out of his room and began down the familiar hallway. She wrapped her arms around her body and took careful steps to keep her legs from collapsing.
Ariya made her way downstairs and first looked for Jin in the first expected place that he'd be, in the kitchen.
But he wasn't in there.
She then walked out into the dining room and walked around the table to see Jin sitting in his normal chair with a cup of coffee and his laptop sitting in front of him. A pair of glasses sat perched upon the bridge of his nose, giving him an even smarter, more sophisticated look.
He glanced up at her for only a split second behind the thin prescription lenses of his reading glasses before focusing back on the screen of his computer. "Good morning," Jin muttered smoothly as if he didn't just blow her back out last night.
Ariya didn't know what she had expected from him. He was just out to get his dick wet, nothing changed between the two of them. Ariya was just about to walk away when Jin spoke up again. "How'd you sleep?" He asked, glancing at her once again. "How are you feeling?"
And now he was concerned about her well-being?
"Fine." She muttered, not wanting to speak too much and put strain on her throat. Jin could tell from the roughness of her voice and how little she spoke that she was having throat problems.
Jin sighed taking his glasses off to set them down upside down beside his computer. He stood up and walked past Ariya motioning for her to follow him into the kitchen.
"You sound like Samara from The Ring." He couldn't help but comment as he held the door open for Ariya. Her throat hurt too much to reply so she just opted to roll her eyes at him. Good to know not much has changed.
Jin watched as she walked by, seeing the silhouette of her curves as the sun streamed through the window and glowed softly through the thin fabric of his shirt. Her messy hair flowed over her shoulders in long curls, framing her face perfectly.
God, he just wanted to bend her over the counter and take her once more.
Jin pushed the thoughts away and made his way over to the stove to put a teakettle on so that he could make her some tea to soothe her aching, sore throat.
It seemed as though they were going to ignore the topic of them having sex altogether. Jin was pretending as if it didn't happen so Ariya decided that maybe it would be better that way. She didn't need to be catching feelings for someone like him.
The way he wasn't talking about it almost made Ariya believe it was a dream altogether. But the aching in her legs every time she moved them reminded her that it was very real and it certainly did happen.
There are bruises all over her thighs in the odd shape of handprints. There her more bruises on her wrist and she was sure that if she pulled up the shirt she was wearing, she'd see more on her hips.
Ariya looked up at Jin who stood at the stove with his back to her. She could see the small marks on the nape of his neck where she had scratched at his back.
More memories came back to her. The blowjob, the degradation, the way he relentlessly fucked her.
She didn't need to be getting horny right now.
Jin made some chamomile tea for her without any real complaint. He slid the mug of steaming hot tea over at her, nodding for her to drink. "For your throat." It was an unusually kind act for someone like him, who'd rather tell her to eat a bag of dicks than fo anything for her.
Ariya lifted the cup and took small, slow sips as not to burn herself. The tea was instantly soothing to her throat. After a few more sips, Ariya thought that maybe she could finally speak now.
"So we're not gonna acknowledge what we did?" She murmured softly, cradling the warm mug in her hands. It was a irritating that they weren't acknowledging what had happened between them. They had hated each other.
"What's there to acknowledge? We had sex, there's nothing much to it." Jin shrugged. Maybe he was just trying to distance himself, disconnect himself from the situation. Ariya couldn't help but agree. It was nothing more than sex, just momentary pleasure. And it was never gonna happen again.
Never.
"So I'm just gonna assume that you're the one who put your shirt on me." Ariya tugged slightly on the large, thin fabric that covered her naked body underneath.
Jin pressed his lips into a thin line. "Don't think much of it. I just assumed that you wouldn't want to sleep naked. It gets cold in my room." After that, Jin was quick to leave the kitchen, murmuring something about work he needed to do.
Ariya frowned, turning on the island stool as she watched him disappear behind the door. She got down from the stool and followed him. What was his deal?
Jin had already seated himself once more and slid his glasses back into his face. Ariya took a seat in the chair directly to his right, earning herself a questioning glance. She never wanted to be this close to him voluntarily.
"This is awkward, so how about we both completely forget this ever happened and go back to hating each other because it's better than sitting in uncomfortable silence all the time," Ariya spoke quickly.
It would be hard pretending as if last night never happened, especially with the small feelings slowly starting to sprout deep within them.
Jin nodded curtly though he was rather unsure if he could do that. It would be best for them to ignore it even if they couldn't forget.
"One thing's for certain," Ariya sighed.
"That will never happen again."
*.✧ Kᴀʏs Eɴᴅɪɴɢ Nᴏᴛᴇs
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