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it’s a DISEASE atp. it’s not even funny anymore

i dont think yall understand i need sejanus so so so fucking bad.

pussy from a sleepy girl that has anxiety

THAT’S MY PRETTY PRINCESS!!!

pov: spending valentine’s day with fanon!rafe 💌

ever since you’d started working at dunder mifflin, you’d had a thing for jim.

maybe it was a competency thing. he was smart, like not just computer smart — but the way he spoke. it was always so witty, smooth, somehow managing to mask the fact you could tell he’d always been a dork with the fact he’s funny, attractive and tall.

you’d catch yourself staring at him from your reception desk. watching him sell paper to a customer on the phone, pushed out from his desk with long gangly limbs sticking out, stretched legs protruding from the smooth wooden workspace. he’d always catch you, and after a while you stopped minding — taking more than a second to tear your lustful gaze away as you’d twirl that pen with the pink fluffy lid round and round. jim would often blink unsurely like he wasn’t sure if he’d just hallucinated it, shaking himself out of it quickly before stumbling over his words and continuing his call. you enjoyed getting a reaction out of him.

because you were so sweet and shy, it took longer than necessary for the two of you to become a thing. it was only after he’d stood up for you to dwight after the tall farmer had been picking on you all day, that you’d made the brave move to kiss jim in the parking lot at the end of your shift. since then you’d only gotten more handsy.

“are you okay? got a real stare on you today. feel like you’re gonna laser me with your eyes.” jim banters as you stand beside him in the break room, watching his large hands punch in the numbers in the vending machine to the snack he wanted.

“just ovulating.” you sigh softly making him perform a subtle double take in your direction as he leans down to scoop up the snack that fell from the machine.

“you’re— oh! right. well that’s… great.”

“means i want you.” you pout, an impish and impatient furrow to your brow as you reach forward and cup the heavy bulge in his work pants making him instantly double over in surprise.

“wh— oh wow okay— hey, there are cameras everywhere. you do — you do remember that right?” he blinks at you urgently, removing your hands and you giggle giddily, enjoying winding jim up. he’s always sexier when he’s a little irritated anyway.

“jim.” you whine and he looks around with that worried frown before grabbing your hand and dragging you out the office to the direction of the warehouse.

“the warehouse?” you’re practically ecstatic. not only was he going along with your nympho attitude, but he wanted to fuck you somewhere so risky. it was so unlike him.

“no cameras and, it’s kinda what you deserve right now. can’t treat you respectfully if you don’t act it.” he shrugs a shoulder, taking advantage of the fact that all of the workers were on their break to guide you into a small nook right in the back. “this should be good enough.” he pats the walls enclosing you, not sturdy in the slightest and you’re instantly reaching for his belt.

you think he’s gonna be mean, but then again — it’s not really jim’s style, as irritated as he gets, he’s too vanilla to be mean at heart. the sandy haired man stops your grabby hands, pulling them gently to the side and giving you a faux-disapproving look, clucking his tongue and shaking his head as he closes in on you, beginning to work your skirt up to your waist.

“uh, i think you were the one that wanted something. ladies first.” he shovels his hand into your panties, cupping your heat as he leans in for a kiss but stops just infront of your lips so they’re grazing and your breath mingles. “you were sitting there at reception this wet?” he emphasises, pulling back half a centimetre to raise his eyebrows at you sympathetically and you nod, holding your breath. “sweetie!” he coos quietly, tilting his head like he’s about to slot his lips right up on yours, but they stay simply grazing eachother. “poor thing.” he teases, before the kiss commences, and those long fingers take a break from the keyboards to work on you instead.

because they all love and hate each other to varying degrees like patrick loves tennis and tashi and art but art the most and art loves tennis and patrick but he loves tashi the most and tashi loves tennis the most but none of them can have the thing they want most so they use one another to get closer to it and in the aftermath end up resenting each other for what could have been

there’s something deeply, fundamentally wrong with you. can we kiss

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leaving glossy lip marks all over frankie’s face when he comes home. sitting in his lap and holding his face as he pretends he doesn’t enjoy all the attention. soft tits nearly spilling out of your nightie.

“yeah yeah, alright alright.” he chuckles raspily as you dive all over him, not wasting a moment when he lowers himself tiredly onto the couch, crawling into his lap.

you’re already a little turned on, making it hard to ignore the way his jean clad crotch is pressed right to your lacy panties but at the forefront — you just missed him, kissing all over his cheeks not caring about the glossy prints you left behind. he didn’t either. “yeah y’know you’re real lucky i didn’t get all messy today. would have ruined this pretty little thing.” he snaps the strap of your nightie lightly and you giggle, biting down on your lip.

“wouldn’t mind! just missed you a lot.” you sigh, cupping his rough cheeks as you bring your mouth to his, finally letting him push his tongue past your lips, causing your hips to automatically roll.

“yeah? what ‘bout that angel-pussy, huh? she miss me too?” he gravels against your lips, and you swear you feel yourself contract around nothing. you suddenly have no words, just moaning and nodding into his shoulder and he’s rubbing your hips soothingly. “yeah. can’t handle all that talk can you?” he nuzzles at your jaw, pressing a loving kiss there. “lemme lay you down baby. look after you.”