Piercings & Lace || Mashton (MPREG) (boyxboy)

Chapter 6

[hiatus :--(]

[sorta actually short]

[the vibrator is the small one with the remote, not the dildo vibrator]

[lower case intended for like a page]

"mr irwin, you're being asked to mr clifford's office." My intercom spoke.

I squealed and jumped in my seat while clapping my hands, earning a shit eating grin from calum.

"fuck" i mumbled with a smile. "fuck fuck fuck. do i look okay? am i okay? i look good right?" i rambled on. "my skirt isn't uneven right? my make-ups good? how's my-"

"shut the fuck up and go please. i'm growing a headache." he faked a groan, leading me to slapping him upside the head as i stood up.

"oops?" i faked a frowned but scurried away quickly with a giggle. i walked to michael's front door and self consciously flattened my skirt before slowly opening the door to his office. once i had gotten into his office, i put my held my hands behind my back and stood on my tip toes for a second, before looking down.

"mr. irwin." michael coughed. "please take a seat... again."

i bit my lip nervously and slowly made my way to one of the chairs across from his desk. "yes sir?" i asked innocently, as if i didn't just do something straight out of a porno 10 minutes ago.

"i- uh- do not" he coughed trying to cover up the sound of his voice cracking. "i-uh- do not appreciate that kind of- er- behaviour during work hours."

i shrugged and mumbled "not like anyone saw." but quickly covered it with a cough.

"erm- well... anyways." he cleared his throat. "why did you want to see me?"

i looked at him confused because, well, he's the one that called me in? but then my eyes widened when i remembered. "oh- it's, well, not work related, so... i'll just." i stood up quickly but michael quickly followed.

"please." he sat back down and pointed to the seat i was just on. "sit. explain."

"erm- yeah- uh? we're in work hours." i coughed nervously, watching his eyebrow raise.

"not like anyone's gonna see." he mocked my previous statement, but decided to give me a smirk to let me know that he was just playing with me.

"oh. alright." i sat back down.

there was a long silence in the room as i starred between my lap and the clock on his desk, ticking away.

"explain?" he spoke loudly, breaking the ice.

"Right." I cleared my throat and shifted myself in the seat, realizing that I still had the plug in. I mumbled a small fuck as it began to hit my prostate and I couldn't help but keep on squirming. "I- ugfh- you've been- mm- ignoring me-" I closed my eyes and took in a deep breathe, earning a concerned look from Michael.

"Are you... Okay?" His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and I shivered at his tone of concern.

I nodded and sighed heavily as I felt heat coil at the pit of my stomach. "Perfect." My eyes once again shut, I jerked my hips upwards.

"You don't seem-" he started off but I cut him off with a small whimper and he seemed to have realized. His face went completely flushed and no words were spoken. My shirt rid up a little exposing skin and I shivered at the cool feeling in my warm skin.

I opened my legs a little and look straight into Michaels deep dark eyes and let out a shivered sigh. "-and I just- mmm- was wondering-" I took in a deep breathe and felt myself so so so close. "If you were- umf- okay."