#jim halpert x reader

[hanasnx]

REVERSE COWGIRL — j.halpert

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ✉️ | the office WARNINGS. fem reader. established relationship. smut. praise (f receiving). exhibitionism: semi-public sex. explicit sexual content. position: reverse cowgirl. allusions to drinking prior to this.

“oh—oh- oh, god—oh, fuck…” a string of approval pours out of loose JIM HALPERT’s lips as he flexes, bracing his feet on the ground to jerk his hips up into you as you sit down. your hands splay on his splayed knees for balance, and his gently guide you by your hipbones. calluses scratch your delicate skin, a relaxed grip that allows you to do your own thing while still mentoring the pace. when he sheathes in, the fat of your backside squishes up against him, and he throws his head back in response to the image. his bottom lip catches between his teeth as he comes to, watching your pretty ass bounce in it. one hand slides down to cup you, giving your right cheek a loving squeeze.

“we shouldn’t be here, we shouldn’t be—hic—doing this.” you hiccup out, the burn in your thighs and your core intensifying from the position. reverse cowgirl is a lot of work, but the angle is to die for. his tip kisses that spongy spot inside you every time you sit down, it’s the kind of shit that makes you go cross-eyed, breathing hard through your nose when you chew on your lip. you’ve only been up here after-hours a handful of times, and the heat in your cheeks from the alcohol is clouding your judgement. you don’t even know how you got into this situation.

jim, with his loose tie even looser and his cock fished out of his slacks, is quick to reassure you, anything to derail your train of thought so as to not interrupt the fragile equilibrium you two are maintaining. it’s wrong to be here, but he figures you two might as well finish what you started. “no one’s here, no one will know.”

“this is the office.” you object and your mind plays a cruel trick on you, making you think you hear a phone ringing even while it’s dark outside and the lights are off up here. it’s ghostly.

“it’s what this couch is for.” this couch. this gray, flimsy, thin, and uncomfortable couch. the couch that sits right next to reception where he spends most of his time bothering you. no one sits on this thing anyway.

“jim.” you try to scold, but it comes out more as a whine.

the wet sounds of his dick slotting into your slick entrance has a raw moan wriggle out from deep in your throat, bowing your head to let it bounce and hang as he bucks his hips up. his other hand comes to palm your tailbone, pushing you into the position and angle he wants. he knows there’s that little button in you, he’s trying to find it. the one that has you crying out a little louder, a little longer, the one that turns reverse cowgirl into less of a chore and more into a need. you don’t notice the burn as much when you’re chasing your own release.

“no one sits on this thing anyway.” he reads your mind. you can hear the grin in his voice, “we’re breaking it in.” that palm forces you forward, and you gasp sharply. “that’s it. there you go.” he praises with reverence, arching your back for you as his hand on your ass cheek squeezes the fat between his thumb and flat of his fingers, using it to yank you back on him. it hurts in a good way, and you neglect to answer him when your mind is this occupied with the words: more more more! “oh, fuck…” he drags out the moan. “you are one in a million, baby,”

[missmanlykink]

JIM HAS A THING FOR THE NEW INTERN ! *

cw: 0.7k word, slight age gap, afab!reader, crushing, jim is a tease and a little pervy, kissing, implied smut, r is 21 years old MDNI 18+

JIM HALPERT would tease the living shit out of the new intern who works under him because he knows you have the biggest crush on him. the jokes all consist of same fact—you being younger than him. he’ll call you kid and baby, asking if you’re even old enough to drink, call out the age gap, but it’s not in a bully way. its like borderline flirting. he does it because he likes to see the uncomfortable furrow of your brow and the slight pout of your lip and the voice you use when you say, “but i’m only 5 years younger…you’re making me seem younger than i am.” but that never makes him stop. however?you don’t hate it. as much as you’d like for him to ignore the slight age-gap, you love the attention he gives you. even if it’s humiliating and even if your other coworkers have joined in, at least he’ll flash you that smirk that makes your brain fuzzy and your legs wobbly. the jokes were like a diversion, making it seem like he was totally put off by the fact you were just out of college, because jim would definitely not be into such a young girl. that’s a little hard to believe because somehow he always finds a way to touch your arm or get in a good look at your pencil skirt covered ass and peek down your shirt that was almost too low for the workplace.

jim had got a chance to keep you in the office an extra hour after everyone went home and tease you a little more, but making the topics more and more suggestive as the very flirtatious conversation went on. the flirting was mostly jim since you had not a clue on how flirting worked, and you were far too nervous to produce any witty, sexy responses without making a fool out of yourself. it was hard to talk when it felt like you were being suffocated but the still air in the dimly lit office, the only source of the light being a couple of desk lamps and the light post outside. and the lack of distance between your office chairs made your throat tighten. the side of the shoe's sole was touching your ankle, slowly moving up and down as he smiled at you, shamelessly letting his eyes gaze down your body, stop at your tits and back up to your warm face. then, he dipped his head down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. making you still with shock, but you're not going to miss out on this opportunity, so you kissed him back.

his big hand lifted up to cradle on your jaw as he traced your cheek with the calloused fingerprint of his thumb. there was a small bit of anxiety that you had because of the fear that your mouth tastes like coffee and that he was grossed out, but your nerves were put to rest once he groaned into your mouth and pulled you closer, twisting to deepen the kiss and nudging his noise against yours. awkwardly, your hands stayed by yourself, squeezing on the cushion so hard that it's going to burst. you don't know where to put them. on his thighs? on his face? or just keep them where they are, but your overthinking was put to a stop when jim pulled away to say "god...you're lips are so soft. didn’t expect you to be such a good kisser…”

if it was anyone else you'd take offense to the backhanded compliment, but it made you swallow thickly. his voice was extra low and husky, making you squeeze your thighs together absentmindedly. "thanks..." you muttered in a meekish manner, eyes never leaving his as you notice how dark they've gotten, and the cause was certainly not the lack of the light in the office. it was you. the lust was so potent you were sure it was going to stain your mind. then he leaned back to press a soft and slow kiss on your cheek, and whispered in your ear with a light chuckle at the end of his sentence that made your heart thump. "lets go somewhere. unless you want me to fuck you in your office chair."

this blog is 18+, do not copy my work for anything without my permission ꔫ / most dividers by @/chrisssiren & @/cursed-carmine

[autvmnangels]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ JUST MY TYPE

| annoying jim by telling kelly and pam that his complete opposite—dwight—is your type.

loud giggles were all that could be heard from your desk with kelly and pam both stood in front of you, all three of you talking about anything but work. at this point, you’d all have to stay late on friday to make up for all the time you’d wasted.

"pam no, its your turn. tell us your type!" kelly squeaked, practically jumping up and down as pam scoffed, a wide smile on her face as she threw her green eyes up to the ceiling, as if thinking.

"roy, i guess. brown hair, blue eyes. strong." she shrugged, playing with the end of one of her curls before kelly let out a loud groan.

"come on, pam! roy cant hear you from up here." kelly giggled, before pam rolled her eyes, shaking her head with crossed arms.

from across the office, the sound of your laughs had caught jim's attention, and boy he was mesmerised. the way you giggled softly, your hand covering your mouth with your lashes fluttering and pink lips glossed. you were the human equivalent to an angel. he just had to investigate.

"whats going on over here, ladies? whatever it is sounds way more fun than answering sales calls." jim said, approaching your desk with his hands in his pockets, his brown eyes darting in your direction, eager to make contact with yours.

you had been dating jim the past month or so, and as far as the both of you knew, no one else had the foggiest idea. neither of you wanted anyone in the office to know, solely because the two of you would never hear the end of it from everyone, particularly michael.

"y/n was just about to tell us who her type is." pam said, turning toward you then jim with a grin, your cheeks almost instantly flushing red, your gloss coated lips rubbing together.

"oh really? well, i gotta hang around for this." jim purred, turning to you with raised brows and one of his signature smirks playing on his lips, his elbows resting on your desk.

you looked at him, no, glared at him with doe eyes, before biting your bottom lip and staring up at the ceiling, making it look like you were lost in thought.

an idea suddenly popped into your head. you were so gonna mess with him.

"hm, brunette maybe? and short. brown eyes, glasses, and...maybe an undying love for battlestar gallactica. bonus points if he's a beet farmer." you giggled, hoping the girls wouldnt take your response seriously, but also hoping jim would.

"y/n, did you just describe dwight? holy crap!" kelly almost wheezed with pam following suit, the two keeling over while jim simply tilted his head at you, an expression on his face that made your legs feel like jelly.

"dwight? really? maybe i should get the two of you hooked up." he said through a breathy laugh, your head tilting playfully at him.

"well maybe you should, halpert. he looks like a man who knows how to treat a woman." you said, almost gagging at the thought of going anywhere near dwight, but you knew you had to keep going with the teasing.

"oh yeah? you must of had some pretty rough exes if you think dwight knows how to please a woman, l/n." jim said, leaning closer to you, his voice quieter than before as the girls cleared off back to their desks.

"and what would you know about that?" you giggled, biting the tip of your pen as his eyes flickered down to your lips, and boy, he gave it his all not to kiss you right then and there.

"wait until we get home and ill show you, sweetheart." he whispered, giving you a wink before turning his back and returning to his desk, leaving you with clammy hands and butterflies in your stomach.

you ran a hand through the loose curls in your hair, pursing your lips before letting out a sigh. how were you supposed to return to work after that?

[rafesangelita]

…INTRODUCING DITZY!READER

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹🍪♡

DITZY!READER who took the receptionist job at dunder mifflin after moving away from her hometown. think of her as an ‘organized mess’, fluffy pens and pink sticky notes littering her work space. she smells like sweet marshmallows & sugar. ballerina shrugs and cashmere cardigans are her best friends, considering the office can get ridiculously chilly. unfortunately, she’s too nice to let anyone know when they’re being invasive.. especially michael and dwight.

DITZY!READER who wears the cutest office outfits ever!! when she’s not making copies or taking/transferring phone calls, she’s reading fashion magazines, playing games with jim on her computer, or thinking about what she’s going to blow her next check on. she runs a successful and popular fashion/beauty blog. keeps the break room stocked with homemade cinnamon rolls despite angela’s attempts to declare them ‘dangerous and unhealthy’.

DITZY!READER is best friends with erin and kelly, all three of them raving about their office crushes via email. she loves shopping and spending her days off roaming around the city.. secretly hoping jim will call her and ask her what she’s up to (he always does). everyone in the warehouse department has a massive crush on her, the entire crew calling her the cutest nicknames. has a gifted name plaque that says ‘scranton’s very own sweetheart’.

୨୧ the sales call ୨୧ when jim accidentally spills coffee on your blouse

[blushandfics]

POST BASKETBALL GAME ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

warnings: suggestive vibes, needy/touchy reader, heated kisses, soft dom!jim, pining, office flirting, slight roughness, nothing explicit

you shouldn’t be this worked up. really, you shouldn’t. it’s just an office basketball game. fluorescent lights buzzing, the warehouse too hot, michael yelling nonsense from the sidelines. it wasn’t exactly glamorous.

but then there’s jim.

his face flushed, tie stuffed into his pocket, hair damp at the edges. there’s sweat on his neck and that cheeky grin he keeps throwing your way after every shot, like it’s your private joke, even in the middle of all this.

you’re leaning against a stack of boxes, cardigan slipping down your arm, pretending to sip from your water bottle just to have something to do with your hands. your heart skips every time he looks up, because he always finds you first, even with roy yelling and michael trash talking besides him.

“nice shot,” you call when he sinks one, trying to keep your voice casual. “thanks,” he says, breathless, voice a little rough from all the running around. “that one was for you.”

it shouldn’t make this many butterflies flutter around your stomach but it does.

and when the game finally ends, you don’t even remember leaving. just flashes, him catching your hand when no one’s looking, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as he walks you to your car.

and then, you’re at his apartment.

the door barely clicks shut before you push yourself up on your toes to kiss him, messy, hungry. at first he laughs into it, a little startled, big hands landing careful on your waist like he doesn’t quite know where to touch.

“whoa—hey,” he mumbles, lips grazing against yours as he tries to catch his breath, voice warm and teasing. “didn’t know you were, uh… this into basketball.”

you pull back just enough to flash him a shy smile. “no… into you,” you flush. for a second he just looks at you, his teasing grin fading into something nicer. “yeah, okay.”

and then he kisses you again, even slower this time like he wants to remember it. he leans in closer until there’s no space left for you to think.

“been thinking about this all day, huh?” he teases, rougher at the edges. you nod, barely, your cheeks warm. “maybe,” you mumble back, words caught between shy and wanting. “don’t make fun.”

he laughs against your lips. “not making fun,” he says quickly. “couldn’t stop looking at you either,” he continues, eyes glinting with that familiar mischief, “so, lucky for you, i want you too.”

and as the world falls away, the only thing real is the heat between you, growing sharper, deeper, impossible to resist.

something short and sweet for my jim lovers <3 please consider reblogging or commenting if you enjoyed! thank you!

[raekensluver]

18+, mdni - masterlist | main masterlist

jim halpert is the kind of man who grinds into you on the couch with his hand on your jaw and his mouth on your neck like he’s got all night to ruin you.

you don’t even remember how it started - something about the movie playing in the background, something about the way jim looked at you during a quiet scene like he already knew what would happen next.

now your back is pressed against the arm of his couch, legs around his waist, and his mouth is dragging down your neck, teeth grazing your skin until he finds that spot that makes your breath hitch.

one of his hands is steady on your waist, guiding your hips as they rock up to meet his. the other cups your jaw, tilting your face just so, holding you there as his lips attach to your neck and suck, slow and deep.

a hickey blooms under his mouth, hot and aching. your hands fist in his shirt, hips rolling into his, the friction delicious through layers of cotton and want.

he groans when you grind up into him just right, the pressure catching him off guard, the sound slipping against your throat like a secret.

"fuck," he breathes, pulling back just enough to look at you, cheeks flushed, lips parted. "you’re driving me insane."

you can’t answer, not really. not with the way his hand squeezes your waist, holding you in place as he rolls his hips into yours again. the soft drag of your panties against his sweats is maddening - hot and soaked and so good.

he kisses you again, harder this time, his hand still cradling your face, thumb brushing your cheek like he’s trying to soothe the very thing he’s unraveling.

"you feel so good like this," he murmurs, voice low. "can’t get enough of you."

every slow thrust, every press of his mouth against your skin, pulls you closer to that edge. your body trembles under his, wanting more, needing him.

and he gives it, all of it, over and over, until you’re nothing but soft whimpers and trembling hands, wrapped up in him and the heat between you.

[lomlsatoru]

hide & seek — jim halpert

𑣲⋆ pairing: fem!childhood best friend x jim halpert

𑣲⋆ summary: jim keeps hiding your stuff, so now you’re taking his lunch and he might just realise you’re his type after all.

𑣲⋆ disclaimer: jim gets a little… horny (kind of) he’s just obsessed, fluff, pet names and banter

𑣲⋆ a/n: idk i think this is really sweet 😭😭 i had fun writing it lmk what u think 🫶

masterlist | navi | buy me kofi <3

“What about you, Jim? What’s your type?”

You didn’t even hear their conversation, too busy trying to find your packed lunch in the fridge. You wonder if Jim hid it, it wouldn’t surprise you. He has been hiding small things of yours ever since you guys were kids. From candies, to pencils to bracelets.

So you didn’t even realise where his eyes were going when it landed on you. The camera immediately zooms into his smirking face.

“Uh, I’m not too sure.“ he mutters, avoiding everyones eyes.

“What? Are you gay or something?” Roy jokes out, chuckling.

Jim chuckles awkwardly, “I just like…” he pauses, trying to find words that are not too specific, “…pretty women.”

Suddenly your voice booms throughout the eating area.

“Halpert!” You yell, stomping over to the smiling man, “Are you a child?”

JIM: What is actually my type? Um, I like when they’re a little mean sometimes.

Jim shrug his shoulders, looking around cluelessly, “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

JIM: A little scary.

You narrow your eyes, leaning forward to his space, “Where’s my lunch?” voice dropping an octave.

The man swallows, trying to hide how excited he’s getting at you being close to him. “Is it not in the fridge?”

Taking a deep breath, you lean back, taking his tupperware containing his ham and cheese sandwich, “You’ll get this back when I get my food.” you give him a tight smile, turning around.

“Oh! Come on! That’s not fair!” he groans, but he’s wearing the biggest smile anyone has seen today.

JIM: Someone who stands her ground.

You turn your head to meet his eyes, and smirk before leaving with hips and hair swaying.

JIM: A little hot— I mean pretty. Beautiful. Yeah, attractive.

The face that holds a thousand words, everybody can tell how much the effect you have on the man. His eyes are sparkling, cheeks a little pink and his breathing a little heavy.

He stares at the camera, giving them a small upside down smile as he chuckles.

JIM: What?

✮⋆˙

The sounds of keyboards clicking, soft chatter and paper strokes filled the quiet office. Jim has been staring at you ever since you cut his lunch short.

You are trying really hard to not meet his eyes.

But what is Jim Halpert if not persistent.

The phone on your table rang, “Hello Dunder-Miflin. This is Y/N.” you automatic customer service voice came into play, pitch a little high, tone a little sweet.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

JIM: Yeah, we have been friends for a while. We sort of just clicked, when we first met.

You immediately hang up.

JIM: Oh, the pet name is just banter. She calls me babe and baby all the time.

Jim chuckles, dialling and calling your extension again. Today is a slow day and he has nothing better to do than annoy you.

The ringtone vibrates throughout the whole office, and you could go all day without picking up but you can’t avoid the nasty glare that Stanley is giving you.

“You gonna pick that up?” the old man say annoyedly.

Huffing, you finally answer, “Hello Dunder-Miflin. This is Y/N.” rolling your eyes and meeting Jim’s across the room.

“Hey, I need help with something.” his smile could be heard through his voice alone and the sight send unwanted butterflies to your stomach.

You decide to play along, “I would be happy to help you, sir.” pen tapping against the stack of paper on your desk.

Jim’s cheeks warm at your reply, “I can’t find my lunch and I need your assistance in finding it.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, you try to fight the grin that’s going to take over your face, “Well, funny coincidence. I can’t find mine as well. How weird is that huh?” you meet his eyes, tilting your head and pout mockingly.

Y/N: I put it in his car. I hope it stinks.

He narrows his eyes, “I think I saw it near the elevator. But I’m not sure.”

You scoff, “You’re so annoying.”

JIM: She loves me.

Y/N: I can’t stand him sometimes.

The man’s grin caught Dwight’s attention, “What are you smiling at? Did something happen? Does Michael have good news?”

You snort when his voice gets louder, hanging your phone and walking to their area with purpose. “Jim actually has a secret but Michael told him to not tell anyone. I’m not sure what it is but I think it has something to do with…” lowering your voice, “…downsizing.”

Dwight gasps, immediately standing up to pester Jim on his knowledge (which is nothing). With an impressive smile to your way, you wink before going to the elevator.

Jim feels his whole body getting warm. The reaction has been getting more frequent when being around you. He does not hate it.

✮⋆˙

It was now 5pm, people have start to pack their bags, shutting off their computers and walking out. The lights are flicker shut, you think you can still hear the sounds of phones ringing.

Jim’s body warmth and cologne is hard to ignore. Its the same one you gifted him last year on his birthday, you were pleasantly surprised when he liked the scent, let alone wearing it everyday.

He has a habit of lingering around you before you leave, “So…” he starts, “When can I get my lunch?”

You huff out a laugh, “Oh baby, that food is long gone.”

JIM: See.

The tall man freezes for a moment, he knows you’re joking but he will never get used to you calling him with those sweet pet names.

“Seems to me like you owe me dinner then?” he smirks, both of you falling in sync with each other as you step out of the building.

Nudging his side, you ponder for a few seconds, “Mexican?”

“Perfect.” before he mutters quietly, “You’re perfect.”

JIM: I’m dead. I didn’t mean for it to slip out.

You furrow your eyebrows, “Sorry what did you say?”

His cheeks are blazing hot, “Nothing.. just mumbling.”

Although unconvinced, you nod slowly. It was quiet for a few moments, “Oh! I got you something.” pulling out a bottle from your bag, “Cause I took your sandwich.”

Jim’s eyes softens immediately, fingers softly brushing yours, “Grape soda.”

“Truce?” you stick your hands out.

He licks his teeth, the kind of smile that makes your leg all jelly.

A laugh, “Truce.”

Your hands connect and eyes meet, his warm hand engulfs yours and it may be in your head but you could swear you could feel him twitch in excitement.

His doe eyes are captivating and it took a few moments of silence before you cough and take a step back. Hands tingling and cheeks hot.

Jim felt like he’s enchanted by your smile, your perfume, your eyes, you.

JIM: Yeah, I think she’s my type.

“Let’s go then.” you smile, walking to his car.

He opens your door, nose scrunching, “What smell is that?”

Oops.

reblog for a kiss 💋

[midniqhtt]

jim halpert ── .✦ recs

꒰ masterlist • 01/13/26 • gif - @/dailyflicks ꒱

ᝰ.ᐟ key: A- angst I F- fluff I S- smut I C- comfort I ~S- implied smut

☆ escaping unwanted situations ── @serenefreakgeekao3 I F

Jim is sent on a business meeting along with a few other prospective candidates for Vice President. When everything begins to spiral out of control, Jim doesn’t know who to turn to next

☆ the paper salesman ── @chloeangelic I S

You spot your childhood crush at a birthday party and end up in his room together.

☆ a people pleaser ── @floraltypes I F

jim is known to be likable, so the one person he really has grown to enjoy seemingly not liking him, is very frustrating

☆ psychic lies ── @/floraltypes I A + F

a new woman has opened a psychic shop in the building, and Michael is determined to have her come into the office to showcase her talents. however, when jim mentions her looks, a twinge of jealousy starts to stir in Y/N. now, with the new woman in the picture, Y/N can't help but worry that jim might fall for her.

☆ still nice though ── @/floraltypes I F

what started as a seemingly uneventful day leads to a quick made-up activity spewing from one of michaels special dreams, leading you and jim to be physically closer than normal just amplyfying the feelings that lie underneath.

☆ newbie ── @venusjaynie I F

You're the newest employee, and also happen to be Dwight's sister. Jim doesn't realise how different Dwight and you are at first, but after being desk-mates for a whole day, he gets well-acquainted with you and is pleasantly surprised to learn that you're very different from your brother.

☆ the list ── @treyparkerwhore I S

☆ intern!reader ── @missmanlykink I ~S

jim has a thing for the new intern

☆ just my type ── @autvmnangels I F

annoying jim by telling kelly and pam that his complete opposite—dwight—is your type.

☆ two can keep a secret ── @/autvmnangels I F

you and jim have been secretly dating for three months. however, jim is finding the secret element to things especially hard in the office.

☆ basketball ── @/autvmnangels I A + C

jim gets into a fight with roy and defends you during the basketball game after roy slaps your ass in front of everyone, and one thing leads to another..

☆ let the game run our destiny ── @starrgazed22 I F

You decide to play this game you bought, The Sims 2, to cure your boredom in the office.

☆ treacherous ── @mon-amee I F

You started working at Dunder Mifflin around 6 months ago, and since then you developed a massive crush on one of your colleagues - Jim Halpert. Things happen.

☆ sale call ── @luvcreme I F

after swearing up and down that you can’t make a sale, jim lets you answer his phone to give it a try. his elaborate plan to prove himself right goes south as soon as the man on the other line buys a heaping amount of paper in exchange for your phone number..