Motionless In White One-Shots

Behind Closed Doors (Chris)

(Warning: Smut, mentions of sexual abuse)
(Y/k/n)= Your kids' name

'Is this really the best you can do?'
'No, ma'am. I'll try harder next time.'
'You better. Now get out of my office.' Miss (Y/n) was awfully stern for such a young lady. She'd show up to work every day with the typical right black skirt, tights, button up shirt and grey blazer which was always unbuttoned enough for her chest to hang out. Sometimes, when you looked closely, you could see through her shirt at what bra she was wearing. Some of the guys in my department made a game out of it, betting on what she was wearing that day. I never took part, only because working so close to her meant that I was having to put up with how dominant she was. If one thing was off, it was me who took the fallout. She took her job very seriously and though I hated her constantly rude and demanding tone, I felt drawn to her. I often found myself daydreaming about putting her in her fucking place but I valued my job so I kept the thoughts in my head.
'Yes, ma'am.' I smiled pleasantly before turning my back to her and silently stepping to the door.
'Get me a coffee, alright?' She demanded, slightly more hostile than before.
'Yes, ma'am.'

'Pay up, fellas!' One of my co-workers cheered as his friends reached into their wallets and began paying up the money they bet. 'Black lace for the win!'
'Don't you find it crude to bet on something so private?' I intruded, looking up from my computer to gaze upon the roughens I was forced to call accomplices.
'Shut up, Chris. Not all of us get to work with the only attractive person in this company.'
'Doesn't your wife work in I.T?' I smirked, reaching behind my head and fiddling with the messy bun I pulled my black hair into this morning.
'Whatever. Just mind your own business.' He scoffed, collecting money from his friends and turning back to his computer.
'Fucking hypocrite...' I muttered before continuing to type away. I was very obviously disliked by the people around me considering I got to work closely to Miss (Y/n). I was like her assistant though it wasn't my official role. She just saw me, picked me up and made me do things for her. It was strange, really. Out of the tens of people who genuinely wanted to be her assistant, she chose me. I didn't think much of it. After about half an hour, my phone rang. I picked it up after saving the document I was working on. 'Hello, Chris speaking.'
'Hi, Chris, its (Y/n)...could you come to my office please?' She sounded much more quiet than before. She almost sounded upset.
'Of course. Give me one minute, please.' I hung up and stood up off my chair, stretching before making my way out the office space. I stepped down the hall and stopped in front of Miss (Y/n)'s door before knocking. 'Ma'am? It's Chris.'
'Come in.' I carefully opened the door, stepping inside before shutting it behind me.
'Is everything okay?' I asked, genuinely concerned.
'I...I wanted to thank you...I heard about what those idiots had been doing.' She sighed, leaning back in her chair as I approached her desk and sat down.
'About the whole betting thing?'
'Yes...I know that you didn't really mean to defend me but I was flattered to hear you somewhat opposing their behaviour.' She looked over at me, smiling sweetly before reaching into her desk draw. 'I um...have some stuff for you to do. I was supposed to give it to you earlier but then I heard those things and I panicked.' She pulled out a small stack of envelopes before shutting the draw and holding them out for me to take. I plucked them from her hand before standing up.
'I never thought you could panic, Miss (Y/n). That seems very unlike you.' I subtly teased before turning around and exiting her office.