Jim x Dwight Oneshots *smut warning*

Dwight the manager

BDSM WARNING! (this chapter contains mature themes and possible violence/kink description. Read at your own risk)

Dwight has been the acting manager of the Scranton branch for a few weeks now, and he's been making several changes to the office. None of us are happy with them, but Dwight is running the office like a dictatorship. As his boyfriend, I've been trying to help him see reason, but he's a stubborn man.

He's made some really out-there suggestions that I've managed to talk him down from, much to the relief of everyone in the office. But he still insists on implementing some of his more drastic ideas, like mandatory martial arts training and a strict dress code.

I can see the frustration and annoyance on the faces of my coworkers as they shuffle around in their newly mandated uniforms, and I can't blame them. But Dwight is convinced that these changes are for the betterment of the office, and nothing I say seems to convince him otherwise. Dwight may be commanding and dictatorial in the office, but in the bedroom? He wants nothing more than to be controlled.

I've been trying to keep the peace and calm everyone down, but it's getting harder and harder as Dwight becomes more and more dictatorial. I love him, but sometimes I just want to strangle him.

Dwight's latest idea is to eliminate all personal belongings from our desks, claiming that it will increase productivity. I don't even bother trying to argue with him about it; I know it's a lost cause.

As I sit down at my desk, I can hear my coworkers grumbling under their breath about Dwight's latest move. They all look to me to talk him down off of his high horse, but I'm not sure if I can do it this time.

Dwight walks into the office, his face stern and serious. "Good morning, everyone," he says, his voice booming. "I trust you all had a productive weekend. I have some new rules to go over with you."

He begins listing off his new rules, including mandatory lunchtime workouts and a ban on all non-work-related conversations. My coworkers are all looking at me, waiting for me to say something, but I'm not sure what to do. I love Dwight, but I can't stand the way he's running the office. It's like he's turned into a completely different person.

After the announcement, Dwight pulls me aside and asks if he can speak with me in his office. I agree, and we both walk inside. As soon as we enter, I can't help but notice the decor. "Wow, you've really embraced the whole Bond villain aesthetic," I say, trying to lighten the mood.

Dwight chuckles. "Ah, Jim, Jim, Jim. The gun is a Beaumont-Adams. Jo collects them. I thought we could have some nice small talk about it. And the piranha's a rescue."

I can't help but roll my eyes. Only Dwight would have a pet piranha. "And the desk," I add, gesturing towards the large, ornate piece of furniture in the center of the room.

Dwight grins. "The desk is a replica of Uday Hussein's desk. I saw a picture in Newsweek."

I can't believe what I'm hearing. Only Dwight would have a desk like that. "Listen, I'm a very busy man. Let's get right down to business," he says, getting serious. "Jo is coming later today. I cannot have a subordinate trying to make me look stupid. Okay? I need you to promise me that you'll be on your best behavior."

I sigh. "I promised other people that I would be on my worst behavior. And I gave them my word, so..."

Dwight's face falls, and I can tell he's not happy with my response. "Jim, you know how important this is," he says, his voice tinged with frustration.

I raise an eyebrow. "Do I? It just seems like another day at Dunder Mifflin to me."

Dwight scowls at me, clearly not amused by my joking attitude. "This is serious, Jim. Jo is going to be here to evaluate our branch. We need to make a good impression."

Dwight crosses his arms over his chest, his biceps bulging in his shirt. I can't help but feel a little distracted by the sight, but I force myself to focus on the conversation. "Okay, I hear you. But what's in it for me?"

Dwight looks confused for a moment, "What do you mean?"

I smirk, feeling a thrill of excitement. "I mean, if I'm going to behave myself, I want something in return. Something...special."

Dwight's eyes light up with understanding, and he steps closer to me. "And what might that be, Jim?"

I take a deep breath, feeling my heart racing with anticipation. "Well, for starters, you could beg."

Dwight looks at me incredulously. "Beg? For what?"

I grin, feeling daring. "For me to be on my best behavior. If you beg and make me feel good, I'll be more inclined to behave myself."

Dwight hesitates for a moment, but then he drops to his knees in front of me. "Please, Jim. Please be on your best behavior for me. I'll do anything you want."

I feel a surge of power as Dwight looks up at me with pleading eyes. I reach down and run my fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands slide through my fingers. "That's a good boy," I say, my voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, what else can you do for me?"

Dwight looks up at me, his eyes shining with a mix of fear and excitement. "Anything," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

I take a step closer and press my body against his, feeling his warmth and strength. "I want you to be a good boy," I say, my voice low and commanding. "I want you to do everything I say, no matter what. Just like we practiced."

Dwight nods eagerly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Yes, Jim. I'll do whatever you want."

I grin and reach down to unzip my pants, feeling myself growing hard at the thought of what's to come. "Then get to work," I say, my voice heavy with desire. "I want you to show me just how good of a sub you can be."

Dwight eagerly drops to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine as he reaches out to touch me. I shiver with pleasure as his warm hand closes around me, his fingers expertly stroking me to life. I can't help but moan softly as he works his magic, his tongue darting out to lick and tease me in all the right places.

"That's it, Dwight," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "You know just how to please me."

Dwight looks up at me, his eyes blazing with lust. "I live to serve you, Jim," he says before taking me deep into his mouth.

I groan with pleasure as he bobs his head up and down, his mouth warm and wet around me. He's so good at this, so eager to please me in every way possible. I can't believe how lucky I am to have him as my sub.

I reach down and tangle my fingers in his hair, using it to guide him as he sucks and licks me. He takes it all in, never once hesitating or pulling away. He's like a machine, focused entirely on my pleasure and nothing else.

After a few minutes, I feel myself getting close. I know I won't last much longer with the way he's working me over. "Dwight," I say, my voice strained with desire. "I'm close."

Dwight pulls back and looks up at me with a smile. "Do it, Jim," he says, his eyes blazing with excitement. "Come for me."

I let out a deep groan as I explode in his mouth, my body shuddering with pleasure. He swallows it all down, never once breaking eye contact with me. I feel a surge of satisfaction as I realize just how well-trained he is, how eager he is to please me in every way possible.

As I catch my breath, Dwight stands up and looks at me with a mix of awe and adoration. "You're amazing, Jim," he says, his voice soft and reverent. "I'll always be your good boy. Now get back to work."

I nod, feeling a sense of pride at having tamed Dwight once again. "I will," I say, standing up and adjusting my clothes. "And I'll be sure to give you a glowing review for Jo."

Dwight nods, his eyes still glazed over with pleasure. "Alright, but the clock is ticking. You should be on your best behavior."

I nod and give him a quick peck on the lips before making my way back to my desk. As I sit down, I feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. I may have given in to my desires for a moment, but I'm still in control. And with Dwight at my beck and call, I know I can get anything I want.

Ha ha another small one. Yay for subs and doms, where would the world be without them? Me personally I'm a switch so I enjoy both of their perspectives