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,”
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."
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| 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?
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
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!
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.
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..
when teasing is his subtle way of saying 'i like you, too.'
word count - 1.9k
warnings: none, only fluff and teasing of course
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"me and jim?" you repeat the producer's question, staring at the man behind the camera. "we're not... nothing's happening with us. just friends."
"do you want to be more than friends?" another cameraman asks.
"i mean, kinda. yeah." you whisper. "but i don't think he sees me the same way." the crew nod, then, slowly, pan the massive lens over to something behind you. your eyebrows knit together, "what?" you question accusingly.
this was your time in the conference room, and they decide to film something else? not very fair, if you were to be asked.
they don't answer, yet they keep their eyes on you.
so, you uncross your legs and turn around, intrigued in what's more important than your words. lo and behold, it was jim. eyes locked onto yours.
he doesn't fully process that you're staring right back at him for a moment. he's got that dazed look in his stare, smile wide and relaxed.
then it hits him - you're smiling. quickly, he spins in his chair, facing his computer monitor again and pretending to work.
you stifle a giggle, turning back to the camera. "maybe there's a small chance he feels the same."
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you're in the kitchen, sat opposite kelly at the round, wooden table, completely lost in your own world as she pours out every piece of gossip she'd obtained in the last month.
there was a lot.
you'd stopped paying attention after the first two stories - some scandals between celebrities cheating... 'the norm', as she put it.
that was until a chair scraped beside you, a familiar, comforting scent taking over your surroundings.
"hey." he greets, stirring his coffee.
"hi." your voice is quiet. shy, as you respond back, lovestruck smile gracing your face without permission.
kelly sighs, "are you two really going to flirt right in front of me? you know me and ryan just broke up, right?"
jim chuckles, "i did, y/n didn't, you need to tell her all about. every detail, too." he rises out of his chair, smirking down at you as you helplessly look up at him.
"jim. don't do this." you playfully beg. he shrugs and throws you that grin whilst backing away.
"so, basically, i asked ryan about..." her voice once again fades out, oh today was going to be a long day.
another fifteen minutes pass before you return back to your desk. you plop down onto your spinny chair, glaring at the man diagonal to you. "what was that for, jim?"
he shrugs, "oh, i thought you could use a longer break. did you not enjoy it?"
you hold back your grin, "no, no. i did. i loved hearing about people breaking up for thirty minutes."
"really?" his tone implies that he's hiding something... "you'll enjoy your newest client then."
dwight giggles from his desk opposite you. "he just divorced his wife and is changing paper supplier out of spite. i see why you wanted to swap clients now." the last comment is thrown towards jim - clearly this was all his doing.
you run a hand through your hair, "you're so gonna get it." you promise.
unfortunately, you can't say more as your phone begins to ring. great.
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“y/n.” dwight’s voice is hushed.
your head flicks up, staring right at the man. “dwight.”
the corner of his mouth rises and he winks, “it has been done.” he speaks in code — something you’d told him to do a few hours ago.
nothing had actually happened, you’d just asked him to act reeaallyy suspicious in hopes that it would annoy jim.
of which it has.
“what… what’s that about?” he intervenes with an on-edge smile and eyes switching between you and dwight.
“hm?” dwight answers first, one eyebrow raised as he messes with some papers on his desk.
“c’mon, dwight, you gotta tell me, remember our deal earlier?” he pleads.
a cackle leaves the other man, “that was for my client. you’re going to have to give me something else if you want to know what we’ve done.”
“we? so you both definitely did something?”
this time, neither of you answer. you just get back to your work, leaving him in suspense.
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the next time the ‘prank’ is brought up, you’re in the break room, staring into the vending machine when jim appears behind you.
“i know you didn’t do anything.” he teases, nudging you with his shoulder.
you smirk, thinking that you’d be able to play it off, “mhm, sure you do.”
“dwight told me.”
your whole demeanour breaks as you spin on your heel to face him, “what?” you whine, disappointed in the older man, if you were honest. you didn’t think he would be bribed so easily.
jim’s smile widens, “he didn’t… but i guess you just did.”
you only blink at him before facing the machine again. "you're so annoying." you hide your smile.
he laughs to himself at your actions before sitting down at a table in the corner. "just you wait, y/n."
shaking your head at him, you punch in some numbers and pick up the bright green packet of crisps that had dropped. you make your way over to jim, sitting down next to him as you open the bag.
your eyebrows furrow instantly, "why's there nothing in here?"
he snorts, "that was actually meant to be for dwight."
you throw the empty bag in the bin behind you. "how did you know dwight would even eat those?"
he shrugs, "he's the only person in the office that does. and now you, too, you weirdo."
"hey," you mock offence, "you're the one messing with the food in a vending machine..."
"touché, y/n." he watches you, eyes soft, smile gentle and reassuring. "let me take you out for lunch." he suggests.
"why? so you can pull another prank on me?" you tease him, knocking your knee into his beneath the table.
a slight blush creeps onto his cheeks, tinting the tips of his ears, too. "no, for real."
you pretend to think - you're obviously gonna say yes, no matter if there's actually a prank involved, but it's still funny to make jim wait. "i'm sure michael won't mind if my lunch break lasts a bit longer..."
his grin widens impossibly more as he stands up, dusting his trousers off, "c'mon, then."
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lunch went by fast - way too fast, but you know what they say: 'time flies when you're having fun'.
now you're back to working, well, trying to. your computer had stopped responding mere minutes ago, every click and press of a key did nothing.
you needed to finish up a report of your clients, one that was supposed to be done today... but you sort of had other matters to attend to.
you're almost sure your mouse is about to break with how furiously you're clicking away at it.
"you good, y/n?" jim's voice is calm, quiet. he looks extremely concerned.
"mhm." you nod, "this just isn't working." and within an instant you're back to tapping the screen's contents endlessly.
jim chuckles and stands up from his desk, moving behind you.
his hand covers yours on the mouse as he leans down, lips close to your ear, "smashing the mouse isn't gonna help." he teases, but it falls on deaf ears.
you're too focused on how close he is. how you can feel his breath on your neck. his tie hitting your back as he shuffles forwards and leans his other palm flat on your left side - practically caging you between him and the desk.
he clicks around, just as you did. except he somehow knows the issue, "i think the app froze."
your brows furrow, "they can do that?"
another laugh leaves his mouth, "yes, they can. you just," he moves his arms to press the keyboard, thankfully you're not claustrophobic, "have to press these buttons and it will close the software, and then you can re-open it."
slowly. the logo of the app takes over the screen again, loading, before coming back to life. "thanks, jim." you smile up at him.
he grins, chuckling to himself quietly at your lack of computer knowledge. "don't worry about it - i enjoy helping those in need." more playful jabs at you, of course.
he sits back down, eyes watching yours from above the monitors. "i would've figured it out at some point..." there's a waver in your voice, one that hinted that you were unsure of what you were actually saying.
"mhm." is all he says - or rather hums - before going back to his work, leaving you both with tinted cheeks.
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it was half past five already.
you'd just sent michael your client report, finally finished after too many hours of software malfunctions.
"you done?" a voice calmly calls out, making you flinch in your seat.
rising from your seat, you turn, now facing a tired-looking jim. "were you waiting for me?" you ask, slight wonder lingering in your tone.
he shrugs and scratches the back of his neck, "kinda yeah." you notice now that he's holding your coat and scarf. "pam picked you up this morning, right? i thought i could drop you off."
a rare occasion that jim is shy. his voice is all cute and quiet.
a smile grows on your face, "yeah, that would be nice." turning back around, you quickly shut down your computer and gather your things.
only another second passes before you're both plunged into darkness, only the hallway and 'exit' lights illuminating the office.
"i guess the cleaning crew are leaving." he jokes, although it's probably true.
you take a step forward, reaching blindly for jim whilst your eyes try to adjust to the sudden loss of light, however, he does the same.
a giggle escapes the both of you as your hands hold onto each other. "didn't know the office could get so dark." you mumble.
"don't tell me you're scared of the dark, y/n."
you shake your head, "not at all- is this you projecting, jim?" you soothingly rub his back, "are you scared? it's okay, i'll save you."
he softly nudges you, letting the teasing die down. "c'mon, put your coat on. it's cold outside."
stepping back, you take the clothing from his hand, quickly putting it on.
"can't forget your scarf." he mumbles.
you go to take it out of his grip, only stopping when he begins to wrap it around your neck for you.
he doesn't let go of the scarf. stares right into your eyes. then without thinking, he pulls you closer with the fabric, hands letting go to hold your face in one smooth movement. you don't even blink before his lips are on yours, gentle and warm.
he pulls back after a moment. "was- was that okay?"
you're starstruck, to say the least. jim halpert just kissed you. "it was more than okay." your hands go to cover his.
he smiles softly, "good. should we, uh, get you home?"
you break away, picking your stuff up before his hand finds yours again, slowly leading you both to the car park.
"you wanna stay at mine for dinner?" you ask him once you're both sat in his car.
he starts the engine, pretends to think, just to set you on edge, "hmm. i think i'm free."
playfully, you roll your eyes, "you're a tease."
he just chuckles before starting the engine and driving, stealing 'secret' glances at you the entire journey.
it's safe to say, that whatever you felt for him, he felt double.
