#john krasinski

[hardyscal]

[brittany-murphy]

The Office, Golden Ticket [Extended Cut] (S05E19)

[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?

[viceandmature]

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[raekensluver]

18+, minors dni - masterlist | main masterlist

jim halpert is the kind of man who doesn’t stop until you’re breathless and clinging to his tie like it’s the only thing keeping you upright.

your thighs shook where they framed jim’s lap, his free hand braced on your hip while the other worked between your legs, fingers deep and slow and soaked.

you gasped, voice trembling as you moaned his name, breath hot against his neck. “jim- fuck- ”

his mouth twitched into a grin you couldn’t see, his fingers curling just right inside you, and he felt it - how wet you were, how the slick clung to his skin. creamy and warm, trailing down his knuckles and forearm in lazy, obscene drips.

“yeah?” he murmured, his voice low, smug, deliciously soft in your ear. “you like that, baby?”

you whimpered, hips rolling down onto his hand, your panties long pushed to the side, his old college t-shirt sticking to your back where you sweated through it. “mhm,” you managed, barely coherent. “so good- jim, i’m-”

he kissed the edge of your jaw, breath warm. “you’re fucking soaking me.”

you felt it, the mess you were making of him, dripping down his wrist, your body clenching greedily around his fingers with every slow thrust. and he didn’t stop. he kept watching your face, lips parted, flushed and glassy-eyed, like you were the only thing in the world worth staring at.

“just like that,” he whispered, fingers pressing deeper, “give it to me, sweetheart. let me feel you.”

your hand shot out blindly, catching the loosened knot of his tie and tugging - just enough to steady yourself, to pull him in closer, like your body was trying to anchor itself to him while his fingers wrecked you.

he was still in his work clothes, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dress shirt slightly rumpled from hours at his desk - and now completely undone from watching you fall apart in his lap. his tie hung loosely around his neck, cool silk clenched tight in your fist as your hips jerked forward with another wave of slick heat.

jim’s leather watch gleamed under the soft bedroom light, but the shine was dulled now by the creamy slick that coated his wrist. it trailed down his forearm, catching in the notches of muscle, his knuckles drenched in your mess. he groaned when he looked down at it.

“look what you’re doing to me,” he muttered, almost dazed, like he couldn’t believe it. his fingers stayed buried inside you, slow and purposeful, dragging against that spot that had your back arching and your thighs trembling. “fucking dripping all over me, baby.”

you couldn’t speak - just nodded, clung tighter to his tie, chest heaving. every curl of his fingers made your eyes flutter, your jaw slack with quiet, ruined sounds.

he leaned in, mouth brushing yours but not quite kissing, his breath catching. “you always get this wet for me?”

you nodded again, helpless, desperate. “always. just you.”

that made something flicker in him - low and rough and needy. his hand flexed on your hip, his tie clutched tighter in your grip, the weight of him still fully clothed against your bare thighs, warm and solid. his fingers moved a little faster now, the wet sounds obscene between your thighs, your body grinding down to meet every thrust.

and he watched you - like you were the only thing in the world he wanted to see come undone.

dedicated to: @livvymd

[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."

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[bluesycatharsis]

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