Jim x Dwight Oneshots *smut warning*

Dwight in tight jeans

I sit at my desk, twirling my pen between my fingers, waiting for Dwight to arrive. I can't help but feel a little disappointed that he's not here yet. It's not like him to be late. I love watching him walk around the office with purpose, his strong thighs and muscular chest on full display. I know it's wrong to have these feelings, especially since I'm married to Pam, but I can't help myself.

I glance around the office, trying to find something to occupy my mind. My eyes fall on the framed photo of Pam and me on our wedding day. We look happy, but I can't help feeling like something is missing. I feel a pang of guilt. I shouldn't be thinking these things about Dwight. I'm married to Pam, and she's the love of my life. But at the same time, I can't help but feel drawn to Dwight, his unique quirks and his slightly chubby physique.

I glance at the clock on the wall and sigh. Where is he? I can't focus on anything else until he gets here. I want to hear his voice, see his smile, and feel the warmth of his body as he walks past my desk. I know I shouldn't be thinking like this. I shouldn't be checking him out or lusting after him. But I can't help it. Dwight is just so damn sexy.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. This is wrong, I tell myself. I need to focus on work and forget about Dwight for a while. But it's easier said than done.

And then, finally, he walks in. My heart skips a beat as I see him, my mouth nearly dropping to the floor. Dwight is wearing some old jeans that are one size too small for him now, and they are squeezing his waist a little. His tiny love handles and small tummy are spilling over the sides a bit, and I can't help but feel a rush of desire as I take in his slightly chubby physique. He's not fat, but the way he fills out those jeans is just...wow.

"Dwight," I say, my voice low and husky. "You look...amazing." My eyes are glued to him, and I can't take them off. I can feel myself getting hard just looking at him, and I try to discreetly adjust myself under the desk.

Dwight blushes, looking slightly embarrassed. "Oh, these old things?" he says, gesturing to his jeans. "I couldn't find anything else to wear this morning. My laundry wasn't done."

I grin, feeling a surge of affection for him. "I like them," I say, my eyes still fixed on his body. "They're...very flattering."

Dwight walks over to his desk, which is conveniently located right next to mine. I can smell his cologne, a musky scent that drives me wild. Dwight looks pleased, but also a little shy. "Thanks, Jim," he says, and my eyes follow him as he sits down, his hips shifting slightly as he settles into his chair. "I wasn't sure if they still fit, but I guess they do."

I can't stop staring at him, my eyes drinking in every inch of his body. I know I shouldn't be doing this, that it's wrong to be lusting after another man while I'm married. But I can't help it. Dwight is just so damn sexy, and seeing him like this, slightly vulnerable and embarrassed, only makes me want him more. I know I'm going to have a hard time concentrating on anything else for the rest of the day.

As I continue to ogle Dwight, I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder. I jump, startled, and turn to see Pam looking at me with concern. "Hey, are you okay?" she asks, her brow furrowed. "You look a little...distracted."

I feel guilty, knowing that she's caught me staring at Dwight. I quickly avert my eyes and try to act nonchalant. "Yeah, I'm fine," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "Just a little tired, I guess."

Pam doesn't seem convinced, and I can tell that she's suspicious. She glances over at Dwight, who is typing away at his computer, and then back at me. "Are you sure everything's okay?" she asks, her voice low.

I nod, still feeling guilty. "Yeah, I'm sure," I say, my eyes darting back to Dwight. I know I need to stop staring, but I just can't help myself.

Pam looks at me for a few more moments, as if trying to read my thoughts, and then finally nods. "Okay," she says, standing up.