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gingerteafairy · 3 months ago

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clause of attraction (luke cooper x reader)

Michael's nephew is single, that's a sign to be a matchmaker (even if it's with the new lawyer).

tags n warnings: lawyer!reader, suggestive, forced proximity, mentions of bdsm, heels kink, language, teasing, small age gap, roleplay, the office characters included, comedy, second hand embarrassment. word count: 2.6k masterlist

You stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut behind you as you made your way to Dunder Mifflin. Jan had already warned you—Michael Scott needed another lawyer. The last one quit because, apparently, he couldn’t stop cracking inappropriate jokes. Great. You already had a sense of what you were walking into.

Pushing through the front doors, you caught sight of what looked like a bizarre meeting. Pausing for a moment, you finally knocked on the conference room door.

“Uh, excuse me…” you called out, knocking again. All heads turned toward you. “Michael Scott?”

“Whoa, hey there!” A man who fit the bill jumped up, grinning as he walked over. He offered his hand, and you shook it politely, though his energy was a bit... much. “And who are you, gorgeous?”

There it was—the exact behavior Jan had mentioned. You introduced yourself, gently pulling your hand back as his grip lingered a little too long. Glancing around, you noticed a camera pointed in your direction.

“Alright, everyone, listen up!” Michael clapped his hands together, turning to the group. “This is the new lawyer for Dunder Mifflin! Let’s give her a big ol’ round of applause.”

A smattering of weak claps followed. Some people didn’t even bother, opting to roll their eyes instead.

“Okay, Mr. Scott... If this isn’t a bad time, I’d like to talk—”

“Whoa, whoa, hold up. Call me Michael,” he cut you off, waving his hand dismissively. “But, uh, can I just say? You’re way too pretty to be a lawyer. I mean, I thought you’d be, like, old. The last one? Jeez, talk about a buzzkill.”

He leaned in closer, completely ignoring the concept of personal space.

“Honestly, compared to the grump who was here before, anyone would look like a model,” a man with glasses chimed in, standing up straight. “Dwight Schrute, Assistant to the Regional Manager.”

“That’s not even a real title,” a tall man commented from across the room, smirking.

“Can it, Jim! She’s just the lawyer,” Dwight snapped, sitting back down in a huff.

“Alright, alright, let’s not get caught up in the boring stuff. Here’s what really matters,” Michael interrupted, pointing right at you. “You single?”

“Uh, yes? But what’s that got to do with anything?” you asked, your brows furrowed in confusion.

“It’s got everything to do with this case,” Michael announced proudly. “Now, sit down. This is gonna blow your mind!” He gestured to an empty chair.

Reluctantly, you took a seat, feeling all eyes on you.

“Buckle up,” Jim muttered under his breath, his lips quirking into a knowing grin.

You frowned, unsure what to make of his comment.

“My dear,” Michael began, puffing up his chest, “you’re gonna absolutely love meeting my nephew!” He pointed dramatically toward the door. Everyone turned to look—but the doorway was empty.

“Uh... hold on, gimme a sec,” Michael stammered, rushing out of the room.

He rushed out of the room, leaving everyone exchanging looks—some surprised, others bored, as if this were just another day at the office. You shifted uncomfortably in your chair, feeling increasingly out of place. Maybe Michael’s nephew had something to do with the case after all.

Moments later, Michael reappeared, standing beside the door with a strange, almost giddy laugh. “Alright, folks. Let’s try this again. You’re gonna love meeting my nephew... Luke Cooper!”

“Oh, no.” The room groaned in unison as a young man strutted in, waving with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

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“Luke Cooper back in the office, folks,” Oscar muttered, laughing nervously as he squirmed in his chair. “We’re *****”

“I swear to God, if that kid pulls one more stunt, I’m gonna need that damn lawyer,” Dwight hissed, glaring daggers in Luke’s direction.

"You know when grandma stops you and just says you need to meet their lazy useless son?" Jim clicked his tongue, spreading on the chair. "Pretty much the same."

"Luke being here is not completely wrong, he made the selection, interview and all the things." Toby sighed, scratching his head. "But I think this is worse than the last time. It's... Legal... Unfortunately."

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“I love the warm welcome, everyone. Really makes me feel loved,” Luke chuckled, blowing exaggerated air kisses to the room with a mocking grin before plopping into the chair right beside you.

You stood up, crossing your arms. “Michael, can we talk in private for a moment?”

“No can do, sweetheart. Whatever you gotta discuss, you can take it up with Luke. He’s sitting right next to you,” Michael replied, beaming like he’d just orchestrated a match made in heaven.

You glanced at Luke, hoping for some sort of shared understanding, but he looked just as bewildered as you.

“Aw, don’t play dumb, you two. You’re perfect for each other,” Michael added, clasping his hands together dramatically.

“That’s it. I’m done,” a blonde woman muttered, abruptly standing and leaving the room. One by one, the rest of the office followed her out, clearly over it.

“Stay put. I’ll be right back,” Michael whispered theatrically, tiptoeing out the door. Just as quickly, he slammed it shut behind him, locking it.

“Hey!” you shouted, rushing to the door and jiggling the handle, but Michael was already outside. With a smug grin, he tossed the key into a nearby vase and strolled away.

“Damn it!” you muttered under your breath.

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“What do I think of the lawyer?” Luke repeated the question, staring at the floor for a moment before looking into the camera with a mischievous grin and winking.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Angela said primly, addressing the camera. “They do look cute together. She seems like a smart young woman. Michael’s nephew doesn’t deserve her. But, if they end up together, maybe she can straighten that boy out.”

“What do I think about Luke and the lawyer?” Jim echoed, tilting his head and tapping his chin. “Well, if she’s into 22-year-old guys with a rebellious brat streak, sure, it could work.”

“He’s probably gonna love having a babysitter around,” Pam joked, nudging Jim with her shoulder. He chuckled along with her.

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"Just so you know, I had nothing to do with this," Luke remarked, stretching lazily in his chair, his body language nonchalant but slightly restless.

“This company is going to have serious problems! I’ll sue you, Michael!” you threatened, your voice firm with frustration. But then you froze, realizing with a grimace that you were the company’s lawyer, not its opposition. With a resigned sigh, you dropped back into your seat beside Luke. “How do you think we’re getting out of here?”

“Maybe after I propose to you and whisk you off to Hawaii,” he quipped, letting out a dramatic huff as he ran a hand through his messy hair, giving you a crooked smirk.

“You’re just a kid. You shouldn’t even be thinking about that kind of thing,” you retorted, shaking your head as you leaned back in the chair, your arms crossed. Your gaze drifted to his face, studying him for a moment longer than you intended.

“Hey, I’m 22. I’m not a kid,” he grumbled, his tone defensive as he crossed his arms tightly over his chest.

“You’re literally acting like one right now,” you teased, laughing softly. His eyes narrowed as he rolled them dramatically, dropping his arms back to his sides in mock defeat.

“Well, I’m not that much younger than you—what, three years? That’s nothing,” he argued, his expression softening as he tilted his head toward you.

“Three years makes all the difference to me,” you shot back, smirking.

“If my uncle finds out you’re 25, he’s gonna lose his mind. You should just pretend you’re some teenage prodigy or something,” he suggested with a playful grin.

The idea made you laugh, finally easing the tension between you. “Do you really think Michael even read my file?”

“If he did, he wouldn’t be throwing you at me. You… you seem way too cool for that,” he said, his voice quieter, almost self-deprecating as his eyes shifted down to his hands.

“What do you think? If we kiss, will he let us out?” you joked, raising an eyebrow at the absurdity of the thought.

“We could pretend to be doing way more than kissing,” he shot back with a mischievous grin, leaning closer as if testing how far he could push the joke.

You rolled your eyes, laughing despite yourself. “God, you’re impossible.”

He smirked, leaning back. “You know, people usually only roll their eyes at me when they’re having fun.”

“Go find something better to do, kid,” you said, giving him a light shove. He rocked back in his chair with exaggerated flair before settling again.

“Wouldn’t be the worst idea,” he murmured, raising an eyebrow at you with a look that bordered on flirtatious.

“This violates, like, a thousand codes of conduct,” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in mock exasperation.

“Good thing I’ve got a lawyer with me,” he countered, his grin unapologetic.

You stared at him, momentarily speechless, trying to process his audacity. But his words were real, and so was the way his eyes drifted over you, scanning your frame before locking back onto your gaze. That look lingered, holding a mix of curiosity and something unspoken that made the air between you feel heavy and charged.

"Tell me, counselor. Would you sue me if I kissed you right now?" Luke asked, his voice low as he leaned in closer, his eyes flickering between yours and your lips.

"As a representative of Dunder Mifflin, or as a person?" you countered, your tone steady, though the heat of the moment made your heartbeat quicken.

"As a man," he clarified, swallowing hard. His Adam's apple bobbed as his gaze lingered on your lips, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Probably," you replied, your voice softer than you intended, the weight of his stare making it harder to maintain composure. His eyes finally lifted to meet yours, the delay making the moment even more charged.

Luke ran his tongue over his lips, letting out a faint click of his tongue. "And would you put me in jail?"

"I’d do my best," you answered, trying to sound firm but feeling the cracks in your resolve. Your fingers unconsciously curled into the fabric of your skirt, the tension in the air making it impossible to sit still.

He noticed your fidgeting, his lips curling into a sly smile. "Chains and all?" he teased, his voice dropping even lower.

"Okay, that’s enough!" Michael’s voice cut through the charged atmosphere, startling both of you. You instantly straightened in your chairs, awkwardly adjusting your clothes as though you’d been caught doing something wrong.

"Wow, I see you two are really hitting it off," Michael said, grinning ear to ear, clearly oblivious to what had just transpired.

"She’s the love of my life," Luke joked, throwing a smirk in your direction.

You let out a quiet, nasal laugh, quickly covering your mouth with your hand, hoping to disguise your amusement.

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Ryan just stared at the camera, wordlessly throwing his hands in the air. “He did it. I... I..."

“Wow,” Jim breathed.

“How do I feel about being a living matchmaking service?” Michael asked the camera, his grin childlike and self-satisfied. “You already know my answer. Guru Scott, at your service!”

“I mean, ‘m not lying about she's the love of my life. She got that office siren vibe, that thing that could step her heels on me.” Luke sighed, his eyes distant. “I'm head over heels for her, man.”

"I saw a movie like this once," Kevin started seriously, approaching the camera to whisper "And it doesn't end well on the guy's balls."

“Don’t let her put her heels on him.” Kelly threatened with tears on her face. “It's Yves Saint Laurent.” she cried out, leaving the room to search for Ryan.

“Why did Yves let people make shoes of her skin? Snakes are way better,” Creed spoke, crossing his arms. “And that girl doesn't seem to have good skin for that."

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Michael finally let you and Luke out of the room, and you could finally breathe again. With a sigh of relief, you got back to work, handling the paperwork with Michael to formalize Luke as an official employee. This time, he’d gone through a proper hiring process rather than being handed the job outright. The whole ordeal took longer than expected, and by the time you were done, it was already late at night. Michael said his goodbyes and left you alone in the office, still finishing up the last of the documents.

“Hey, counselor,” Luke’s voice suddenly sounded behind you, making you jump. You spun around, clutching your chest.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack, kid?”

“Are you saying I’m your death?” he quipped, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

“You’re so funny,” you replied, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Good at kissing too. But I bet you like to work with evidence, don’t you?” he teased, leaning casually against the desk.

“In some cases, eyewitness testimony is enough,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes at him.

“So… you wanna see me kiss someone?” he asked, his boldness catching you off guard.

You froze for a moment, staring at him, both intrigued and slightly impressed by his audacity.

“You’re not gonna give up, are you?”

“You’re the love of my life, remember?” he joked, referencing his earlier comment. You couldn’t help but smile, placing your hands on your hips.

“You’re impossible.”

“Always living on the edge of the law,” he quipped with a wink, stepping closer. His gaze softened as he looked down, locking eyes with you. “And you’re way too beautiful to give up on.”

His compliment caught you off guard, and you felt heat rising to your cheeks. For a moment, you didn’t know how to respond, shyly smiling back at him.

That smile seemed to throw Luke off his game for a moment, but he recovered quickly, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Always works on them,” he joked, though his voice held a softer tone.

“Them? Are you that sought after?” you teased, laughing lightly, though your shoulders remained tense.

“Nah, I’ve dropped all of them. Can’t risk making a certain lawyer mad,” he replied with a soft laugh.

You smiled again, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “This isn’t exactly professional, Luke.”

“Am I bothering you? Harassing you?” he asked, his tone suddenly serious.

“No,” you admitted, shaking your head.

“Then we’re good,”

The absurdity of it all made you laugh. This company was bizarre, and so was Luke, but maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. Taking a step forward, you closed the distance between you.

“I’m gonna arrest you,” you said playfully, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I have the right to remain silent,” he whispered, leaning in closer.

“Good, so you’re aware of your rights,” you murmured back, your eyes dropping to his lips.

“You can remind me of them later.”

When his lips finally touched yours, it was feather-light, barely more than a brush, like he was testing the waters.

You found yourself leaning into him without thinking, the tension in your shoulders melting away. Your hands hesitated before lightly brushing against his chest, grounding yourself as his lips moved just a little more firmly against yours. It felt natural, like he was waiting to match your pace, reading every subtle response.

When he pulled back, just slightly, his eyes fluttered open, meeting yours again with a mix of nervousness and a hint of a smile. His voice was soft, almost a whisper. “Okay, that was… better than I imagined.”

You couldn’t help but smile back, your cheeks warm. “Not bad for a first attempt.”

His grin grew a little wider, and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “So, does that mean I passed the test?”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “Let’s just say… you didn’t fail.”

“So it means ‘m gonna do my best,” he muttered before brushing your lips together again.

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“What did we do after that?” Luke echoed, ruffling his hair as blush came across his cheeks. “As a Quentin Tarantino fan, i foreshadowed the last interview.” he looked all around, leaning closer to the camera to whisper. “Heels and chains.”

“Good thing he's in jail.” Dwight grinned, adjusting his glasses. “Justice always prevails. Thumbs up to that lawyer.”

You smiled shyly, sighing. “I'm a good lawyer.”

“You're the best.” Luke completed, sitting next to you with sparkling eyes. He looked back at the camera and closed with his hand to kiss you.

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