Undercover || Detective Conan

11

Note: There's a short smut ahead. You can just skip that part if you don't want to read it but please don't skip the whole chapter

I'm not that good with writing lemons and those kinds of stuff ... (hahahaha)

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Bourbon acted as if he was fine while waiting inside the warehouse. He, Vodka, and Marsala are the only ones inside, and they were silent.

They are waiting for Vermouth, Kir, and Mezcal. Gin and Rye haven't returned from their mission, according to Vodka.

Amuro's eyes shifted to watch Marsala's weird behavior. She was standing far away from him and in the middle of conversation with Vodka. When did they become close? 

They were waiting and waiting until Bourbon became curious and couldn't contain himself.

"Uhm, Vodka-san," He called. 

"What is it?"

"Do you know why we are called here?" 

As he asked that, Vodka smirked. Bourbon couldn't see what he means because his sunglasses concealed his eyes. "You don't know? How odd."

"I was injured from the last mission so I don't have any idea."

"Sure, sure." Vodka said in a mocking tone and stepped closer to Marsala. She was staring at him with no emotions, just like how she looked at him the first time they met. "We're here to figure out who is the other rat. Surely, for someone like you should know that since you're one of the suspects."

What? Bourbon glanced at Marsala to ask for any confirmation but she just scowled and looked the other way as if he was a stranger.

So that's why. So that's why she was avoiding me after that night. Was she sent there to spy on him? Bourbon clenched his teeth in anger, all the things she said to him were a lie.

...

(A few nights ago)

"I am captivated by you." She whispered as she closed her eyes and Amuro guided himself inside her. She mewled and threw her head back on the sheets as the man on top of her teasingly put the tip in and out.

His lustful eyes watched Marsala's face flushed with need, "Hurry." She begged as she thrusted her pelvic upward and her arms around his neck tightened.

Amuro shuddered at the sight. He took one of her arms away from his neck, intertwining his hands to hers' and placed them at the side of her head.