Jim x Dwight Oneshots *smut warning*

Jim breaks the 4th wall

(Okay, be forewarned. This story is really meta and was just a strange idea I had. It breaks the 4th wall constantly and it's a type of metafiction awareness fanfiction)

Jim Halpert sits at his desk in the Dunder Mifflin office, the hum of activity surrounding him. The morning sunlight casts a warm glow, illuminating his workspace. As he begins his usual tasks, a sudden presence makes itself known—a voice, distinct and resonant, narrating every action he takes. Startled by the voice's sudden appearance, Jim's brows furrow in confusion. He glances around, searching for the source of this ethereal narrator, but finds no visible signs of its existence.

As Jim reaches for a stack of papers, his hand freezes mid-air, his fingers trembling slightly. He can hear it again—the voice. He fidgets in his chair, his brow furrowed, and occasionally steals glances around the room, searching for the source. He glances towards the ceiling, as if expecting to find answers there, but all he sees is a blank expanse.

Pam glances up from her own work. She raises an eyebrow, but the curiosity in her eyes quickly fades as she returns to her tasks.

Jim looks up from his desk, noticing that Pam indeed just returned her gaze to her computer screen.

Jim pauses, his eyes scanning the office with a mix of curiosity and confusion. He looks around, trying to discern the source of this enigmatic presence-

"Hello?" Jim's voice echoes through the office. But there is no response, no dialogue comes back to him. He wonders what could possibly be narrating his every action, his every thought-

"Who are you?" He asks again, looking ever more bewildered. His coworkers are eyeing him strangely now, unsure of who or what he is talking to.

Upon hearing that his coworkers are looking at him, he looks down from the ceiling to meet their eyes, wondering if they can hear the voice as well.

"Jim, are you okay?" Dwight's concerned voice pierces through the air.

"Do you hear it?" Jim's eyes fix on the ceiling once again, waiting for a response. Dwight's face contorts with confusion.

"...Hear what?" Dwight's voice quivers with uncertainty as he-

"That!" Jim interjects, his urgency evident. He refers to the voice that had just described Dwight's response.

"Jim, are you feeling okay?" Dwight's voice holds genuine concern, a hint of worry seeping through his words as he contemplates his friend's well-being.

"You're telling me you didn't just hear the words 'Dwight's voice holds genuine concern, a hint of worry seeping through his words as he contemplates his friend's well-being.'?" Jim's voice is tinged with disbelief, his eyes searching Dwight's face.

Dwight's confusion deepens, his mind grappling with the unusual situation. Could Jim be experiencing a nervous breakdown? The thought lingers in Dwight's mind, casting a shadow of doubt over their interaction.

"Did you just wonder if I was having a nervous breakdown?" Jim asks, his gaze fixed on Dwight, eagerly awaiting confirmation.

Dwight hesitates, his brow furrowing. "Yeah, I did. How did you know that?"

"Because I can hear it!" Jim exclaims, his eyes widening in panic. He quickly composes himself, not wanting to alarm his coworkers.

The atmosphere in the office grows tense as others at Dunder Mifflin start to notice Jim's unusual behavior, casting concerned gazes in his direction. Jim scans the room, acutely aware of the growing attention focused on him.

"You're telling me you can't hear it?" Jim announces, his voice filled with disbelief.

A sinking feeling settles in his stomach as he observes the collective confusion and concern etched on their expressions.