sinful watchers: the rewrite

₀₀₅ LACONIC

005  laconic
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(adj. ) saying much in few words.

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BETWEEN HER FINGERS nuzzled the material of her bedsheets. Y/n gripped the blanket and clenched her hands into fists of frustration before releasing and returning her hand to the state it was previously in.

Memorable hard stares from the judgmental spirits crowded above pierced her physically stark flesh and left fresh wounds yet to close as they viewed her body engulfed with carmine hand prints, little to no segments of pure flesh peeking through.

Because of the continuous dreadful way of living she collapsed into, her corrupted soul had offered the last remains of purity within her away.

Their indistinct mutters and terror-stricken expressions flooded the grandiose Heaven rumoured to have infinite streams of dulcet milk and elegant wine alongside bountiful bulks of precious gold.

Undoubtedly, infinite benefits that couldn't be redeemed upon God's temporary property was proof earth's temptations were a diversion from the abundance of rewards reserved in the afterlife – yet Y/n was the first to dare a request to be destined for hell, her care for even trying to attain a home beside the omnipotent leader non-existent.

All of those prominent markings mentally engraved upon her skin belonged to none other than Mr Akaashi Keiji – her accomplice dragged down alongside her into the open mouths of reapers prepared to annihilate any ounce of innocence discovered.

Akaashi's greyish-blue hues, which swarmed his perpetual pupils, propelled eccentric shots of pleasure to spread like wildfire around her figure whenever she was present within his radius. Furthermore, having him captured within her chaotic whirlwind of unholy lust and craving for insincere love had both of them questioning their sanity afterwards.

Warily glossing over her phone in arm's reach, Y/n bit her plush lips – only to snatch her gaze away forcefully. However, no matter how many times she attempted to distract her filthy mind, lewd thoughts filled the crevices of her teasing brain.

Her half-hearted attempts to avoid the itch bothering her heart flunked; it's' nagging successfully compelled her to call him during the late evening, albeit begrudgingly, and offer him an exclusive invitation to her flat.

Before her final decision and silencing her pride yelling she didn't reach out first, recollections of Akaashi and herself heated her skin: his lingering touches left no velvet flesh untouched, his tricky tongue abandoned slick, silvery swirls between the valley of her breasts – if daytime, the wet trail would be resplendent beneath the syrupy rays of lustre.

Most importantly, though, Akaashi never refused to be at her service and vice versa.

Y/n timidly groaned, envisioning him between her parted thighs. Her joints weakened when briefly remembering the past luxuries of witnessing his eyebrows furrow whilst battling through her compressing interior or hearing his subtle groans in the crook of her neck.

Thus, Y/n clawed at her phone and punched in his number – although her short-lived impulsiveness made her momentarily question her decision to submit to the fraction of sensuality that had consumed her body and state of mind.

"L/n?" A hazy voice asked.

The woman simply hummed, biting the tip of her thumb by resting it atop her bottom lip.

"Hey," she softly greeted.

For a few seconds, suspense clogged the air, but she forced a sigh and swept away a couple of her strands that shadowed her features.