Cashier x Reader Smutshots

freezer (gn)

      You're totally fucked.
      You have no idea what you just unleashed but holy shit it looks bad.

      You woke up after giving that guy in the manhole all that pop and now it's literally flooding soda.
Panicked after feeling it bubbling under your feet, you sprint to the convenience store, hoping the cashier there can help somehow. I mean you kinda knew him, so maybe he's willing.

    How convenient it is that it's only a block away.

    You burst through the door and almost say something, but stop yourself when you see the pure panic on his face. You lock eyes.

    He swallows hard.
        "Normally I would greet you but we seem to be in a bit of a pickle." He stammers.
        "Yeah maybe." You say stupidly.
        "C'mere, the freezer is the only safe place for miles around here," he breathes out "it takes a while to open, I hope you understand."
    You shake your head profusely, mentally begging for him to just open the damn door please.

   At this point, the soda is teasing at your shins, cold as it soaks your sweatpants. Your head jerks up at the sound of the hatch finally opening.
         "Get in." He says with a soft grunt. You step through the door, looking back as he walks in behind you. The door shuts with a hiss.

  You look at him as he hugs his chest.
         "Fuck, it's still as cold as I remember it being." He says as his hot breath turns to fog.

  You're sensitive to extreme temperatures, so the chill immediately sinks to your bones and fucks with your head. However your face grows warm, realizing you're gonna be stuck alone with this guy for a long time.
        "What do we do now?" You shiver out, teeth chattering.

   He looks at you and his eyes fall to your pants. He must notice how they're soaked with soda, because he waved you over. You walk over and without saying anything, he sinks to the ground and rolls up your pant legs.

  You fall to the ground, startled. Eyes snapping up, you meet his own surprised pair. You see the apples of his cheeks are pink, from the cold or something else,  you cannot tell.
     "Shit bro sorry, I just thought your wet clothes would make you sick." He mutters with a joking smile.

   You laugh nervously, but your abdomen feels hot and your face burns. The chemicals keeping the freezer cool are getting to you, but you brush it off.
     "Thanks man, appreciate it." You stammer.
You and him sit in uncomfortable silence for a bit.

  After a while, he looks over and scans your face, noticing the red tint.

    "I get that it's pretty cold in here, but man, your face is really red. Are you good?" He asks.
"Ya, ya I'm okay. It's just, uh, really cold in here. I'm fine." You manage to spit out. He looks at you with suspicion, but appears to shrug it off.

Fuck, what is wrong with me? I hardly know this guy. Your wondering is cut off by the sound of teeth chattering. You look over at him with concern and move over next to him.
"The real question is, are YOU good?" You ask.
"Yeah, just cold. It's whatever." He mutters.

You wrap your arm over his shoulders and pull him towards you. He sighs and leans into your body heat.

You sit there for a while. Your whole body burns, at least as much as it can for being in a freezer.

A bout of courage falls over you suddenly as you get closer to him. Mouth close to his ear, you say hotly,
"We're gonna be in here for a while. And it is pretty cold. And it would really be a shame if we froze to death. But I think I know a way to keep it warm."