Furtive Ignominy (COMPLETED)

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CHAPTER 37

Y/n found herself on all fours in the balcony with Satoru behind, his cock was already out and rubbing the tip of his dick on her now wet entrance. "Satoru, we're outside!" she scolded but she just barely finished her sentence when he pushed his cock in and the pushing-through sensation almost made him cum that moment.

"Fuck... why are you still tight after we've done?"

"Ahh... hmmm~" Y/n couldn't articulate any word as he began to pound in and out of her, sending volts of electricity through her whole body. The warmth he radiated, the coolness of air, the excitement it brought when she thought that there was someone watching them, and that in and out obsession of him digging her inner core brought goosebumps on her skin.

And before she knew it, she tightened around her as her legs shook and had a blissful orgasm. But Satoru was not done yet, so he pulled her arms backwards, suspending her upper body in the air.

"Satoru— I'm going to fall."

"I'm not going to let you fall." He grumbled.

Both of their moans were prodding each other to reach their climaxes.

"Y/n... Y/n~" Satoru moaned, his voice ripple from the deepest groan of his voice to the highest pitch of longingness partnered by his rhythmic movement of his hips.

Y/n's bouncing breasts were exposed to the chill wind of the night, tickling her erected buds and clitoris as if it were being pressed with ice. With the last thrust, they came together.

Y/n's legs couldn't bear her weight anymore as her orgasm shook over her being, "I-I can't sta—"

Satoru didn't bother to let her finish her words as he swooped her over his arms and trod back to her bedroom. "Sorry, I just missed you so much."

Her cheeks heated up from those simple words she couldn't bring herself to get used to, "Idiot."

They lay down together with Satoru still clinging on her, "Y/n..."

"Hmm?"

"I want you to promise me one thing..."

"Just one thing?"

"Yeah... that's all I want." His voice was masking a hint of longingness.

"What is it?"

"You can have anything, do anything, but please, stay away from Geto."

"Satoru, I told you—"

"Please, just for the meantime, until we solve this Satsujin case."

There was a thick silence that embraced the both of us, so silent that they could only hear their own breathing, "I will."

Morning was something Y/n didn't like ever since she discovered that waking up was a must. But today, it was quite different. She woke up to the smell of fried bacon and eggs with the hint of a toasty atmoshpere. She peeled her eyes as if she's squinting and saw Satoru's beaming grin along with the tray of two sets of breakfasts. She didn't exactly know if there was any difference between the brightness the sun was bestowing her and Satoru's smile.

"Good morning, beautiful!" he beamed. "I figured I owe you an apology from last night."

"Mornin'," Y/n muttered as she sat up, pulling the blanket over her naked figure, remnants of their memories together from last night. Satoru settled the breakfasts on the bedside drawer before rolling the overbed table towards the bed then putting their foods there together. He saw Y/n leaning down to get her shirt from the floor when Satoru saw her and reached it for her.