jam oneshots | for the soul~

buttons.

set in season 3
smut because this is basically just a smut book now LMAO
a hint of KAPAM
Get ready for asshole Jim, I'm sorry Pam lmao

Pam Beesly had to admit, she did have large breasts. And she hated this fact. People, specifically men, always hollered at her and made comments about them in high school and college. She didn't want to adjust them, though, because it was too much of a hassle and she didn't have the money. However, she was usually fine with her shirts, although it was sometimes hard to bring the button around- apart from one day.

She remembered it vividly. She was simply watching Jim and Karen subtly smile at each other as the jealousy burned inside her stomach when she glanced down at her work and happened to notice her button pop off her shirt cleanly. Pam scowled- this was the last thing she needed after such a rough morning. She'd had to watch Dwight try to put glitter in Jim's orange juice in an attempt to get Jim back for a recent prank. He failed, of course- and then it backfired, and Jim had pranked him back. Pam was tetchy. As soon as Dwight started complaining, with his annoying voice, Pam snapped. "Shut UP, Dwight!" She exclaimed. It wasn't quite a yell, but it was loud. Everyone stopped to look at her, shocked, especially Dwight, Jim and Karen.

She sighed before putting her head down and laying low. That had been her morning, mostly. And now her temper was fraying even more, especially when she realised that the button that had come off was the one right in front of her bra. Pam frowned, and tried to pull her shirt slightly together, but it failed, and her beige bra was showing a fair amount. A blush spread across her face- all she could do was hope that no one would come over to her desk and notice. However, this of course didn't go to plan.

The phone rang and she picked it up. "Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam...hold on, I'll transfer you," she didn't notice as Jim made his way over to her desk. She didn't notice. It was now very very rare that he'd come over to her desk, but when he did, it was always nice to just give a casual hello and a small talk. Until now, that is.

Jim popped a few jelly beans out and glanced at Pam in a relaxed manner-  until he noticed her shirt button was missing, and his eyes widened. She put down the phone then noticed and smiled at him weakly. "Hey, Jim. You okay?" Jim wanted to look at her, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the obvious change in her attire. "...yeah," he finally murmured, "Um, Pam, your button-"

"I know," she sighs. "That's the problem with larger breasts," Pam says it without thinking, not even seeing his slightly uncomfortable yet intrigued expression. "A lot of shirts fit me fine when it comes to my stomach, but not my breasts. It's annoying. I'm gonna have to get some new shirts," she finally looked at him then gasped. "Gosh...did I say all that out loud? Goodness, uh, I'm so sorry, Jim..." she frantically looked to see if Karen was shooting daggers at her, but she'd thankfully gone to the bathroom. "You probably didn't need to hear that." He shakes his head, but it's slow and he's still gazing at it before he can finally glance at something else. "Sorry. I'm gonna go now..." she nods sadly, but her eyes begin to wander and they landed on his trousers, where she noticed a tent forming. Her eyes widened instantly, and Jim looks down, and turns a painful red. "Goodbye!" He blurts and scuttles back to his desk. Pam's breathing quickly gets heavier.

She crosses her legs and watches him, and despite the fact his chair faces the other way, he's looking at her now. Their eyes meet for a second before he looks at her shirt again, long and hard. His luscious eyes are dark with lust. And then Karen comes back from the bathroom, and the moment is ruined. And yet Jim doesn't tear her eyes away from her, not until Karen taps his shoulder on the way to her desk and he smiles up at her.

Pam sighed. She got to her feet, wanting to turn the day around. She slowly makes her way over to Karen. "Umm, hey, Karen...you like really nice today." Pam offers a gentle smile. She looks up, and smiled slightly. "Oh, uh," her eyes linger on Pam's shirt, "thank you, Pam..." a blush graces her cheeks, although she doesn't notice. Pam nods then leaves for the bathroom.