Jim x Dwight Oneshots *smut warning*

Dwight lying awake at night

Dwight lies in his bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he tries to fall asleep. He's been tossing and turning for hours, unable to shake the feeling that something is off. He tries to focus on his beet farm, on the steady hum of his tractor, on the smell of freshly tilled soil. But no matter how hard he tries, his mind keeps drifting back to Jim.

Jim, his so-called enemy. Jim, who he constantly belittles and berates. Jim, who always seems to be one step ahead of him. Jim, whose disappearance to Stamford left Dwight feeling strangely empty.

Dwight tries to focus on all the things that annoy him about Jim. His constant pranks, his lack of respect for authority, his slacker attitude. But the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that those things are just surface-level annoyances. Deep down, there's something about Jim that he can't quite put his finger on.

As he continues to lie in bed, the thoughts swirling in his head, Dwight starts to consider all the things he loves about Jim. The way he can always make him laugh, even when he doesn't want to. The way he's always up for a good debate, even if it's something as trivial as whether or not a hot dog is a sandwich. The way he seems to genuinely care about people, even if he doesn't always show it.

Dwight realizes that he misses Jim. He misses the banter, the camaraderie, the sense of competition that always kept him on his toes. He misses the feeling of having someone who understands him, even if they don't always see eye-to-eye.

And then, his thoughts turn to Jim's physical appearance. The way he always wears his ties just a little bit too loose. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way his lips curve up in just the right way. He thinks about the way Jim's hair falls perfectly into place, the way his eyes sparkle when he's amused, and the way his smile lights up a room. He remembers how Jim used to tease him about his mustard-colored shirts, but secretly, Dwight always admired Jim's sense of style. The way he always has a comeback, a witty retort, something to say.

He remembers how Jim always seemed to effortlessly maintain a lean build, how his arms were toned from playing basketball, and how his chest looked in a well-fitted shirt. He thinks about Jim's broad shoulders, the way his jawline is sharp and defined.

He tries to shake the thoughts from his head, but they linger, refusing to go away. Dwight feels a sudden heat spreading through his body, and he realizes with a start that he's getting aroused. He tries to push the thoughts away, tries to focus on something else, but he can't. He can't stop thinking about Jim, about the way his body would feel against his own.

Dwight tries to resist the temptation, knowing that it's wrong to be thinking these thoughts about his coworker and friend. But he can't help it - his member is straining against his pajamas, harder than it's ever been before. He feels a sense of shame and guilt wash over him, but the pleasure he's feeling is too intense to ignore.

Slowly, he slips his hand into his boxers, gripping his hardness tightly. He feels a wave of pleasure wash over him, and he can't help but let out a small gasp. His eyes are closed tightly, his mind filled with images of Jim - his smile, his body, the way he moves. His hand feels slick with pre-cum as he strokes himself, his breathing becoming more and more ragged with each passing second.

He strokes himself slowly at first, trying to prolong the pleasure. But the more he thinks about Jim, the faster and harder he starts to go. He imagines what it would be like to touch Jim, to kiss him, to be with him. He's never felt this way about anyone before, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying.

He tries to remember why this is wrong, why he shouldn't be doing this. He thinks about Angela, about how he has always thought of her as the love of his life. But in this moment, she fades away, replaced by thoughts of Jim.

His mind is filled with images of Jim's body, his muscles flexing as he moves, his lips parting as he speaks. He can almost feel Jim's touch on his skin, his breath on his neck, and his lips on his own. He thinks about the way Jim would look naked, how his muscles would ripple under his touch.

Dwight tries to stifle the moans that escape from his lips as he strokes himself faster and faster, his mind consumed with thoughts of Jim. He feels guilty for these thoughts, for wanting Jim in this way, but he can't stop himself. He wants Jim more than anything he's ever wanted before.

Dwight's hand moves faster, his hips lifting off the bed as he reaches his peak. He moans out Jim's name as he releases, louder than he ever has before. The pleasure is overwhelming, unlike anything he's ever experienced. For a moment, he's lost in the euphoria, his mind consumed with thoughts of Jim and how he wishes he could be with him in this moment.

But as the pleasure fades and he comes back to reality, a wave of shame washes over him. He can't believe he's having these thoughts about his coworker, his friend. He's scared of what it means, scared of what might happen if Jim were to find out.

Dwight quickly cleans himself up and tries to push the thoughts out of his mind. He tells himself that it was just a moment of weakness, that it doesn't mean anything. But deep down, he knows that he can't deny his feelings for Jim forever. He just doesn't know what to do about them.

Yay another short one. (that's what she said haha)