A.N
A while since I wrote something smutty, but I got a prompt: Vibrating underwear
So here is V.I.P (Vibrations In Pants.)
PWP
Disclaimer: I do not own Death note
Reviews would be great
Mello
I knew this was going to be a bad idea. Ever since Matt sidled up to me with a thick bar of chocolate and an even sweeter smile. My apprehensions grew when he rubbed himself all over me and complemented how great I looked. When he reminded me that he loved me and I loved him too didn't I?
I gave him the stinkeye but he still didn't move from my lap. "You always want to try new things..." He said. I wasn't sure if he said it more to himself than to me, but I heard him anyway. I tore into the chocolate as Matt held up a pair of underwear in front of my face. "Will you wear these?"
They seemed like black boxers to me until I took hold of them. The fabric was cotton but it felt far to heavy to be that alone. I looked inside and saw a fairly large vibrator sewn into the back half of the underwear. "And what is that for?" I asked.
Matt turned a soft red. "Well...you know..."
"Do I?"
Matt squirmed in my lap. "Just...please?"
I had no idea how he managed to talk me into wearing them, not just wear them, but wear them to work. My subordinates surrounded the coffee table in a semi circle, which had a map placed on it as I marked out areas for our next attack. A new shipment of drugs was coming in from Brazil and we planned to intercept it. Mix it with a little baby powder, some paracetamol and we were talking $120 a gram. However I couldn't concentrate, that thing rubbing against me in such a deliciously wicked way every time I shifted in my seat to point out something else.
I looked over at Matt, who was sat across the room on his laptop hacking into the CCTV security cameras overlooking the bay. It was easier to do it prior to the interception so we wouldn't be waiting on him to finish hacking. A small grin graced his face as he noticed the odd way I was sitting, trying to alleviate the pressure for just one moment, when it happened.
My body jerked a little in shock as a small vibration hummed throughout me, it lasted for a split second and then it stopped. I shifted to glare at Matt, he was biting his bottom lip and his shoulders were shaking from laughter. I gave him my best death glare and turned back to speak.
"Okay, we'll have three vans coming down and waiting behind this barge, Ronny will be driving and Vin-Ngh!" My fingers curled into my palms as a rush of pleasure flooded me. The vibration was back and it was stronger. My breath was caught in my throat until it suddenly turned off. The semi-circle of men around me eyed me curiously, but said nothing.
I went back to explaining, every now and then the vibration would return and my conscious thought would grind to a halt. Matt was openly grinning now as I struggled not to just press my hips down and give in to the stomach twistingly good feeling. Stupid Matt, stupid underwear, stupid work, stupid dru-Oh God!
I couldn't hold back. My toes curled inside my boots as my stomach twisted and my breathing all but stopped. The rush of pleasure flooded me and I let out a whimper as that pleasure coated my thighs and made my leather sticky. I could feel my face burning under the scrutiny of my men's gazes, my face a little shiny with perspiration.
"What." I said, clicking my tongue.
"...Are you okay?" One of them asked.
"I bet it's lack of chocolate." Another uttered. Another agreed and they all started laughing.
A gunshot later and they had calmed down, besides Matt who was now covered in plaster dust from where the shot had gone into the ceiling, he just smirked and held up a remote so I could see it before turning it back on. Dear God I should've aimed for his head.