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"So little miss, do anything to my things I should be worried about?"
It's the first thing Dwight says to Jim when he enters the office and goes near his desk.
Jim glares at the older man and blushes a bit. "No, I didn't. So how about you cut it out with calling me a girl."
"Hm...sorry little girl, can't do that."
Jim glares at him again, before going back to work on his computer. Ever since the damn snowball fight, Dwight hasn't let him live it down.
He's mocked Jim for not being man enough to handle his attacks and basically being very fearful of snowmen. So Dwight stuck with calling him a girl, like he did the first time when Jim discovered it was snowing.
At first it didn't bother Jim, he would just laugh it off and figure Dwight would eventually move on to focus on something else, but he was wrong.
It's been almost five weeks and Dwight is still being an asshole about his win in the battle. Jim was thinking about pranking him to get back at him, but if he does that, Dwight will probably find a way to make his mocking worse.
Dwight sits down and starts to log onto his desktop before going into his drawer and taking out a folder of papers.
He organizes a few sheets while he waits for his computer to load. "Excuse me miss, but can I borrow that stapler on your desk."
Jim clenches his hand on his computer mouse before taking a deep breath and saying "Just for that, no."
"Miss, it be wise you let me just borrow for a minute."
"No."
Dwight just shrugs, before settting the papers aside and going on his computer. "Fine have it Jenny."
Jim nearly slams his hand on the desk. God this man such an asshole. "Fine, here." Jim grits while he puts the stapler on his desk.
"Aw thank you Juliette, but I just remembered, I have a stapler in my drawer so I won't be needing yours."
Jim stands up from his desk, almost making the chair fall. "Fuck off Dwight." The taller man says while a blush is starting to form on his cheeks.
With that Jim goes in the break room and slams the door behind him.
It's silent in the office for a moment before Dwight decides to speak. "She must be on her period."
Pam who is at her desk, sighs and shakes her head. "Dwight you won, isn't that enough?"
"Not until he feels the same amount of humiliation he put me through...hm looks like it's snowing again." Pam looks outside the window and while she did that, Dwight grins to himself a little.
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It's the end of the day and everyone left already, Jim was in the break room again and the only one left in the office with him was Dwight, who was at his desk doing some extra work.
The reason Jim is still here is because he's waiting for rush hour to pass. Usually when he goes home from work traffic gets heavy, so he decided to stay a little longer.
Right now he's sitting at one of the tables eating some M&Ms he got from the vending machine and going through his phone.
As Jim is about to eat another Piece of candy, he sees that Dwight is gone from his desk.
It doesn't look like he went home because his personal stuff like his coat is still at his desk and his computer isn't logged off, it's still on an open page.
Jim shrugs, thinking he must of went to the bathroom or something. Jim looks down at his phone to check the time. It's 6:45, traffic should be dying down by now.
He finishes the rest of his M&Ms and stands up to throw the wrapper in the garbage can. Before he decides to go get his stuff, he turns around to go to the soda machine to get a soda.
As he's doing that, someone comes in the break room and starts going up behind the taller man. Jim was too busy trying to decide what soda he wants to notice.
As he's about to press a button for coke, something hits him on the shoulder. It was almost hard and it felt very cold.
He starts to quickly panic once he quickly realize what that is.
"Dwight!-"
He's cut off from being hit in the face when he turns around.
"Stop! Stop-" he's hit again and he starts to back up against the wall when he sees Dwight raise his hand to throw the last one.
Seeing Jim nearly cower in the corner, makes Dwight Smirk. He so satisfied with see this that he just throws the last snow ball in garbage.
He gets close to Jim nearly trapping him in that corner. "I'm sorry little girl did I scare you?"
"F-Fuck off."
"Aw a lovely girl shouldn't be using language like that."
Dwight then grabs his chin to make Jim look at him. "You know you look pretty with snowflakes in your hair. Hey lets make a deal. I'll stop the snowball throwing if you do me one favor."
"What? Like work on the farm?"
"No, it be pointless to put a scrawny thing like you to work on my farm."
God this man likes to kick Jim while he's down a little too much.
"Then what do you want?"
"What I want is to simply finger you on that table right there, make you moan my name from that pretty, but annoying mouth of yours."
Jim looks at him with wide eyes, trying to figure out if the older man was joking or not. "And before your ask, I'm not pranking you."
"I honestly wish you were, you're an ass for even considering this."
Dwight rolls his eyes. "Don't pretend you don't want it, I've seen how you stared at me. You do all those pranks on me for attention, even if it is negative. Why don't we cut down the chit-chat and you get on the table like a good girl, so I can give you the attention you really want or you get pelted with snowballs for the next week, you're choice."
Jim bites his lip and hesitates before starts to go over to the table.
"D-Do I just-"
"Bend over."
Jim takes a deep breath before he starts to bend over the table. When he is, Dwight immediately gets closer to him and runs a hand through Jim's hair, as if he was petting him.
"Good girl." The praise made him feel even more humiliated, but turned on.
Dwight gets his hand on Jim's belt buckle and starts to undo it. "W-Wait."
Dwight doesn't listen to him, he just swiftly gets Jim's pants and Underwear down. Jim's cheeks get pink from feeling so expose to his enemy like this. They get redder when he feels the older's man hand grope and squeeze his ass
"Will you hurry up-Ah!" He's cut off from Dwight slapping his ass. It didn't hurt, it just startled him. "Be patient." Dwight mumbles and gives Jim's ass a few more squeezes until he sees a faint handprint on it.
Dwight then spreads Jim's ass open, making Jim give an embarrassing squeak.
Dwight looks at his tight pink hole, before rubbing his finger on it and Jim whimpers from it.
Dwight keeps rubbing him there until he decides to put his finger deeper. He takes it out to put two in his mouth, so they can be wet.
When the digit enters Jim again, he tries not to moan from the pleasure, but fails.
Dwight starts to move his fingers inside him and once he's starts to loosen up a little, he moves them faster.
He scissors his fingers to get Jim’s hole to open up wider, then he grins from getting an idea. He leans his head forward and licks the tight hole.
"Dwight!" The younger man shouts and his body jolts, but Dwight holds him down on the table.
"You like that don't you?" Dwight whispers and he gets a third finger in Jim. "Bet you always dreamed of me fucking your tight little hole, dreamed of being under me."
"N-n-"
"Don't deny it." With that Dwight starts to prod at Jim's prostate and Jim can't help but gave a loud whine.
Dwight takes his finger out and spreads Jim's asscheeks again to look at his hole. It was starting to get red and puffy, he just wanted to take his cock out and come on it, see it drip into him and make Jim keep it in.
But unfortunately he doesn't have time, has gotta get home and do some things on the farm, along with some other errands.
Dwight puts his thumb on Jim's rim and pulls on it, getting it opened again. He lets it go and watches as the rim clenches on air.
"Such a good girl for me." He pets the trembling man's hair and kisses the back of his neck.
"I wanna play with you some more, but I have things to do."
"So I can go?" Jim ask Shyly.
"What do you think, idoit?"
Jim turns his head to glare at him, but gets off the table to pulls his pants up. "You're an asshole."
Dwight rolls his eyes. "Yes, but you still enjoyed me fingering fucking you." Jim glares even more, while he blushes and push Dwight hard out the way when he leaves the break room.
He grabs his stuff at his desk and gets ready to go out the door, but before he could go, his hand is grabbed.
"What now? I gave you what you wanted, now leave me-"
"You wanna go out for dinner?"
Jim felt his brain pause, It took him a moment to process what he just heard. "What?"
"I said, do you wanna go out for dinner. Maybe sometime this week?"