#shinybrownkxs

[shinybrownkxs]

working overtime.

Tapping at her shoulder startled her awake.

[__] was sitting at her desk, she was zoned out on her computer not even working. She rubbed her eyes as a voice started speaking again. With heavy, slow blinking she spun in her chair and faced a blue shirt with a bright red and white name tag.

“Josiah?” She muttered as her eyes were still not in focus, squinting and widening her eyes repeatedly. Staring at the computer for so long didn’t help her poor eyes either; she should probably go get glasses. Her eyes finally came into focus and confirmed it was the infamous Josiah.

“Uh, hey man.” Josiah’s head tilted slightly to the side, a lopsided grin adorning his face. [__]’s heartbeat stuttered. Josiah wasn’t an ugly man, but he wasn’t a fucking casanova either. Carrying luggage underneath his eyes and messy hair stuffed underneath that hideous hat. He looked good to her though, she let out a quiet, breathy laugh at this thought.

“How can I be of service to you, sir?” Cocking an eyebrow, __ crosses her legs and stares down the man in front of her. She guesses her tone startled him because Josiah’s mouth twitches slightly at her words. She was just exhausted and didn’t mean for it to come off as angry. But it doesn’t matter how he feels anyways…they’re just coworkers anyways.

“I just came to let you know that, uh…um, you can go home now.” He gestures to the empty spaces, his voice echoing in the room. It’s silent besides the occasional printer noises and water sloshing in the tanks. Josiah tosses his empty Monster can into the trash and shrugs. “ I just wanted to let ya know. Wouldn’t want ya to get in trouble with Gary for doing unnecessary ‘overtime’.” He lets out a low chuckle at his corny work joke. __ scoffs at the joke, but also smiles at the same time. His eyes flicker to her lips for not even half a second and he licks his own. “I just figured I’d wake you up unless you wanna stay here.”

“Hell no. I’m ready to get outta here.” _ rolled her eyes and spun back around in her chair, shutting down her computer and starting to tidy up the desk space.

“Hah..me too man. Me too. I’m honestly ready for Halloween. Jackson doesn’t know what he’s got com-” A loud bang stops Josiah in his little prank monolog.

“FUCK man!” __ grits her teeth. Of course, she fucking hits her knee on her desk getting up. She slinks back down into her chair, muttering swears and curses at the inanimate object. “Stupid fucking desk…piece of shit..” Her knee throbbing painfully.

“Oh shit.” Josiah monotones as he watches _ writhe in pain, trying her best to soothe the aching in her knee. Hurried footsteps retreat from your desk and quickly return. Josiah spins __ around facing toward him as he gets down on his knees in front of her. She looks down at him pressing a cold, damp Monster to her knee. Letting out a soft groan, she tilts her head back. Josiah’s Adam apple bobs at the sound she makes. Fuck. When was the last time he was with a woman? Maybe not since college? He hasn’t had the time or energy to make an effort towards someone. But here he was. His eyes locked with the woman sitting high in her chair. Jesus, she smelt so fucking good.

“This was the, uh, ya know only thing I had back there that maybe could’ve helped. Sorry.” He shrugged. His dark, heavy eyes never broke eye contact with hers.

“Don’t sweat it. I appreciate you doing this Josiah. I’ll take it from here. Thanks.” _ her chest rose and fell with every shaky breath she took. wasn’t dumb, quite the opposite. Her intelligence was the exact reason that landed her this job…That and the fact they needed more helping hands. She saw the look in his eyes. Hungry. His dark brown eyes went almost black as his pupils dilated. Josiah didn’t move an inch despite what she just said. And __ didn’t move him away either. They two coworkers stared at one another as the air thickened; the air between them was palpable. Loud ticking from the clock and the whirring of the machines could be heard.

A loud thud echoed as _ chair hit the desk with such force that it made it shake on its legs. Heavy breathing and wet smacking filled the room. Josiah was on her. Groping and squeezing every inch of her body that we could get his hands on. She felt so soft and warm. He had forgotten the feel of another human body. His long fingers traced every dip and groove of her. The pudge of her belly, the squish of her love handles, and the curves of her hip dips. Nothing went untouched by his hands. wasn’t doing any better. Work has gotten her so pent up and masturbating alone only satisfies you for just a short period of time. Josiah’s hat was knocked off ages ago and her fingers combed and tugged at his messy, brown tresses. His tongue licked every crevice it would possibly get to, desperate for the taste of her. It wasn’t a kiss of passion, but rather one of pure, unadulterated, raw lust. Josiah’s head was spinning and so was ___’s. The air around them grew hot and suddenly the thought of clothes became unbearable.

“Gotta get these off of ya, pretty girl.” Josiah’s voice was hoarse and low. His lips shined with spit and lipgloss from __.

“Never thought you’d ask.” _ said in an airy tone. Her face was hot and the heat between her legs was growing more and more by the second, forcing her to clench and unclench her thighs. This did not go unnoticed by Josiah. He tugged the jeans off of __, sucking in his breath once they revealed the wet spot peering at him.

“Oh? For me?” He raised an eyebrow, that same lopsided grin forming on his face. __ sucked her teeth.

“Shut the fuck up, dumbass.” _ hissed, secretly thanking her lucky stars that she decided to go with a cute red set today. Josiah kissed up her smooth, hazelnut thighs. The scent between her legs making him go crazy, he pressed his thumb against her soaked panties. ’s hips bucked up at the sudden pressure. He rubbed lazy circles over her clit, eyes glued to face. He noted all the expressions she made and burned them deep into his mind. Thank god for him playing all those video games. Josiah slipped her panties to the side, watching as the juices started to seep down into the chair underneath her. He scooped up the mess with his fingers and cocked his head to the side. _’s could hear her heart in her ears as Josiah kissed her, tasting her own tangy juices on her tongue. A long string of juices and saliva hung from their bottoms lips. Josiah spoke in a hushed tone, but just loud enough for her to hear.

“Chef’s gotta taste their own cooking, right?” He chuckled before diving back down. Josiah took one finally glance at her and realized he was holding his breath. She looked gorgeous. Half lidded eyes shined at him from above as her chest rose and fell with every shuddering breath she took. God she was absolutely glowing right now and he was just basking in her light. "Stop starin' at me…making me nervous." _ muttered underneath her breath. Her eyes shifting away from his piercing gaze.

Fuck.

His nose pressed up against her mound, his tongue lapping and slurping up any juices that were running down. He was so focused on her. The grip on her thighs were deadly, even if she did want to run or move or even squirm she couldn't. Fuck, did the man work out or something?

"Josiah…" She shakily said. It's been way too long since she's felt anyone touch her this way. She forgot how intoxicating it was. A loud splat echoed as Josiah spat onto her already sopping cunt. He gave a testing suckle at her clit, his eyes focused on her. _ breath hitched. And with that he took off. Josiah was swirling his tongue around the little bud and sucking at it like a baby with a pacifier. He wasn't gonna let her breathe at all. __ felt a thick long finger slide easily inside of her. It curled and thrusted as if purposely exploring its new home.

It was almost embarrassing how loud the sounds of her cunt was: it was damn near deafening. Josiah already had two fingers curling and pressing every crevice of her pussy. Feeling around to see what makes her twitch, what makes her whimper, and whine. Her back arched and her breath stopped.

Bingo.

He attacked her sweet spot at an almost bruising pace. His saliva dripped down his fingers and onto the chair underneath her along with her juices. _ was just moaning and crying his name like a mantra. God, he felt like he was in a dream. He had no clue what he was doing and this was all sheer luck. He has to pat his back later for deciding to stay in the office a little longer than usual. He reeled back and wiped his mouth with his other hand, standing up and towering over _. He switched to his ring and middle finger, listening to her sloppy cunt suck and swallow his calloused fingers with greed.

"Look at you." Another thrust of his fingers. "My pretty whore taking my fingers so well." He let out a nasty chuckle into her ear. _ didn't even know where this new attitude was coming from. Her quiet Josiah? The clown? The Monster energy boy? Now here she was. Moaning like a bitch in heat over his fucking gamer fingers.

"Such a pretty fucking girl I scored. I've been wanting to have you like this for the fucking longest and now here you are. All fucking mine." A thumb on her clit and that was all she needed.

"Hurry up. Wouldn't want Gary to come find ya." _ couldn't even warn him. Her eyes rolled back and her toes curled in her shoes. A hot white flash rolled over her.

"Good girl….Good fucking girl." Josiah let her rock her hips and he didn't stop fingerfuckin her until she finally stopped trembling in his hands. His hand was soaked and slick with her cum. Her eyes finally zeroed and focused on that stupid fucking nametag yet again.

"Open." Her mouth dropped open and Josiah shoved his fingers down her throat. He watched her with such a disgusted face that made her whimper around his fingers. She sucked and licked every inch of her off him. He slowly withdrew his fingers from the warm cavern of her mouth and patted her cheek with a small lopsided grin.

"Now let's go… wouldn't want to be workin' overtime."

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ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36499468