Motionless In White One-Shots

Behind Closed Doors Pt. 2

I tried my best to adhere to everything that people requested for this one so I hope it's at least somewhat what you guys wanted.
(Warning: Smut)

I groaned, reaching behind me and feeling how stiff my back had gotten due to all the work I had been doing. I had been staying late every single day just to catch up but it was still stressful. (Y/n) always demanded my attention, and she never hesitated to call me to her office just for affection. She still managed to do her work, so I guess she assumed I was the same. However, unlike her, I wasn't exactly the most energetic person. 'Master...' My breathing hitched at the feeling of (Y/n) running her hands up my back and pressing her thumbs right onto the point of my back that needed the most attention. I didn't even hear her sneak up behind me but I couldn't focus when she was lovingly massaging my back. '...I miss you...'
'I miss you too, princess, but you can't let people see you so close to me.'
'Nobody is around. It's lunch time...' She purred sweetly into my ear. 'I need you...please, master...'
'Not right now, sweetie. I have a lot of work to do.'
She whined, driving her fingers into the area just above my shoulder blades, causing me to moan gently and stop typing. 'But I need you...'
'Princess, I need you to let me do my work. The more you distract me, the longer you'll have to wait. Don't make me punish you.' I could practically hear her puff her cheeks, pouting childishly but accepting my response anyway.
'Fine.'

I stood outside of (Y/n)'s office, holding a handful of reports and a coffee for her as an apology for being so busy. However, as I reached for the handle, I heard barely audible noise emanating from behind the door. It was very subtle, but it was there. 'M-Master...' I could hear her panting, breathlessly. I then smirked to myself, the realisation kicking in.
'Miss (Y/n),' I called, tapping on the door with my elbow as to not spill the coffee I bought her. I heard her breathing hitch before she scrambled up off of wherever she was sitting. Just the thought of her leaned back against the door, knees apart and two fingers forcing themselves in and out of her dripping cunt was enough to make me hard. However, I was smart enough to know how to hide it just before (Y/n) opened the door, a deep blush spread across her cheeks.
'H-Huh? What? O-Oh, hi, Chris...' She stuttered, hiding her hands behind her back. It was painfully obvious but I wanted to torture her. She stepped aside, letting me into her office before shutting the door behind me. 'Are those the due reports?'
'Yes, they're all done. I also got you a coffee as an apology for not being able to spend time with you.'
She gulped.
'Oh, um, thank you...'
'It's alright.' I assured her, a sly smirk creeping across my lips as I placed everything in my hands onto her desk. 'Are you busy tonight?'
'No...' I turned around, eyeing her crossed thighs and the weak tremble in her knees. She was close to finishing before I interrupted her. Her hairline was visibly sweaty and her lips were covered with saliva.
'Do you mind if I come over?' I asked, approaching her until barely an inch separated us.
'N-No...not at all...'
'Good...I'll make sure to bring everything we'll need...' I replied in a husky voice, leaning down and brushing my lips against the shell of her ear. 'Naughty girls need to be punished, after all...' I ran my tongue up the shell of her ear, listening as she whimpered and shook. With that, I stood back up and left her office, feeling oddly satisfied with my affect on her.