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“Attention S-Mart shoppers. The time is now 12. The store is now closed. Please bring your final items to the register. Thank you, and remember, shop smart- shop S-Mart.”
You have this recitation memorized like the back of your hand at this point. It's written out on the wall by the phone but you don't need it. It’s also a bit futile, considering you haven’t seen anyone enter the store in the last twenty minutes.
Someone yawns loudly behind you and you turn to see Ash. He leans on your check stand, propping his face in his metal hand.
“Is closing always this boring?” Ash asks. His dark hair is slicked back, eyes heavy.
“You’ve never closed before?”
He shakes his head.
“Nah. Covering for, uh, what's her name- Diane.”
“It's always this boring,” you sigh.
“Well, if I knew that, I wouldn't have offered to take it. At least I got you.”
“For a few more minutes, sure.”
“You don't wanna hit the bar with me after this?”
You snort.
“Yeah, maybe if I hadn’t been here for the last nine hours.”
“Then why don't we skip the bar and go straight to my bed?” He winks and you roll your eyes.
“In your dreams.”
It's fun to play hard to get. Ash is a handsome man. You've thought that for a long time from afar. Then your manager required the Housewares department to cross train for cashiering when you were short staffed up front and you were his trainer. And now he’s decided this gives him free reign to bother you when he pleases. You don't mind. It's not so much bothering as it is making poor attempts at flirting with you. You're not sure if it's real flirting or if it's just him passing the time, so playing hard to get is the only real answer.
“What do you even do to close?” Ash leans in closer, mint gum on his breath.
“Lock the register. Then I’ve got to fill up the spray bottles, and that's about it,” you list off. “It's easy. Why don't you walk the store and make sure no one else is here?”
“Sure,” he agrees, pushing up from your check stand and stretching dramatically as he stalks off to make sure no one’s hiding away.
You lock the front doors, and then check the bathrooms- no one’s in there thankfully. Then you return and lock the register, then grab the empty bottles of surface cleaner and whatnot and off to the supply closet you go.
The supply closet is near the break room, a nondescript door that’s supposed to lock but it's been broken even before you started working here. There’s a little chemical refill station and makeshift sink in the corner, plus some shelves of gloves, paper towels, soap for the bathrooms.. it's a supply closet. There's not much to it.
You pull the handle open, stepping inside and precariously balancing all the near empty bottles of chemicals from under your check stand on a gap on the shelf. Ash calls your name from outside.
“Uh, no one’s here! You leave already?” He asks, voice muffled slightly by the door between you two.
“I'm in here!” You say, and turn around to open the door when it opens on its own. Ash steps inside when you try to leave and he trips into you, sending your feet out from under you. You shut your eyes and tense up and brace for impact. Arms wrap around you and you feel like you're spinning.
There is an impact, yes, but it's lessened greatly by something beneath you. When you open your eyes you're laying against Ash, a dazed look on his face at being slammed into the ground. You're straddling his waist, thighs spread apart by him beneath you, and your arms are pulled in towards your chest when you flinched earlier. Neither of you say anything for a second. His eyes are blown dark, pupils blending into his already deep brown irises. The door to the closet finally shuts behind you both with a click.
“I am so sorry,” you stammer.
“Hey, don't apologize, doll,” he grins after a moment longer of gaining his bearings. “I'm liking the view from down here.”
“It never stops with you, does it?”
The S-Mart uniform is not particularly flattering on anyone but Ash looks.. really good, his hair disheveled and a few once-pushed back strands frame his face. He must've come all undone when you fell.
“You're not complaining,” Ash says back. “You know, you play all hard to get but you haven't gotten off of me yet.”
That's true, it dawns on you. You almost don’t want to get off of him. His body is warm and surprisingly.. firm, which you didn't anticipate from a guy you've only ever seen eat microwave meals and Cheetos in the break room.
“What if I don't want to get off?”
Ash blinks like you've stunned him with his same stupid grin on his face. But his flesh hand slides up and squeezes your waist.
“Well, no one said you gotta, doll.”
Always with a trick up his sleeve he rocks up to a sitting position, keeping you on his lap all the meanwhile. The sudden motion makes you grab onto his shirt and then he’s right in your face.
“Still don't wanna get off?” His voice is low, eyes locked onto yours.
You shake your head, and before he can make his big macho man move you grab his face and smash your lips against his. He's surprised, the one handed grip on your waist tightening. But Ash is more than glad to kiss back, pulling you so you're pressed flush against his body. He kisses with a kind of bruising strength that isn’t unwelcome in any way.
“So,” he says, breaking the kiss for a second. “You do like me.”
“Yeah, no shit, Ash,” you laugh. “If I didn't like you you would've known it.”
Ash is quick to kiss you again, this time a lot less rushed. The cold steel of his prosthetic hand brushes your cheek and you shiver at the touch. The bastard actually has the audacity to laugh into the kiss when he sees you flinch.
“What's wrong, baby? Never kissed a guy with a metal hand before?” He jokes, his other hand trailing down your side and to the outside of your thigh.
“Don't make me regret it,” you narrow your eyes and say, but it's entirely teasing and all Ash does in return is laugh.
“Baby, come on, I’ve been trying to get here for months. I'd be a total idiot to ruin it now.”
Months?
It all hits you. Dear God, he's been actually flirting with you this whole time?!
“So, you weren't kidding about all the flirting?” You ask with hesitation evident in your voice.
For once he doesn't give you some smart ass quip and instead he's kissing you again with blinding passion, your head going light when all the blood rushes out of it. If you weren’t holding onto his face you're almost sure you would've tipped over backwards. You card your hand through his hair at the base of his neck and tug ever so slightly, enough to make him inhale sharply and his hips to buck up against your ass. Ash tilts his head to the side, his tongue escaping his mouth and prodding against you. You’re more than happy to allow him entrance, at the same time his real hand squeezes your ass. You jump a little at the sudden pressure and he laughs again, a rumble echoing from his body into yours. Oh, two can play at this game. This time you grab more of the thick hair at the nape of his neck and really tug, breaking the kiss when he groans aloud, eyes squeezed shut.
“You like that, huh?” You laugh breathlessly.
You press your lips to his before he can say anything and start fiddling with the buttons at the front of his uniform.
You reach down between your legs and rub a hand over his crotch, feeling his cock through the jean like material. He moves his lips from yours to the corner of your mouth, and then to your jaw, and down your neck where he latches on with a sharp pull.
“God,” you gasp, the feeling causing your hands to stop working for a second. He notices your fumbling fingers and finds a new spot, where the flesh of your throat meets your chest just underneath your uniform shirt. He decides it's too much, you assume, as he fiddles with the hem of your shirt and pulls your S-Mart vest off, then your shirt to match. All you've got on is that thin tank top you wear as an undershirt and that's good enough for him. Ash wraps his arms around you and lowers you to the ground on your back. His left hand travels up your shirt and he presses himself between your thighs. He’s hard, you note, and the thought that you could make a man like him so turned on is intoxicating. His hand is rough and calloused when he grazes over your chest.
“You're a babe,” Ash praises you. He leans down and again he's kissing you, all the while his hand explores your body. You feel his hand snake down between your legs and he gives an experimental touch, one that sends a hot flash through your whole body and ignites a fire in your gut.
“Swear I didn't plan for this,” he laughs, reaching into his pocket and revealing a little tube of lube.
“Sure,” you smirk. “Come here.”
You prop yourself up and grab for his own belt, tugging it open and then unbuttoning his pants. You're eager and he seems to like that, watching how you hook your fingers in his belt loops and drag his pants down. You stifle a guffaw at his boxers- they're black, with a cheesy all-over red heart print. You're quickly distracted though by his prominently hard cock.
“Let me suck you off?” You ask. At your words he’s eagerly pulling himself out and oh my god, you just knew he had a nice cock. He's not ridiculously long or girthy like a dollar store erotica would describe a man but he's definitely- he’s perfect. And it's all for you. When he lets go of himself it springs up and taps his stomach. You wiggle up to a fully sitting position and then bend over on all fours to be level with his cock. You grab ahold of him at the base and squeeze, not too hard, and he groans again, so delicious.
“Baby, baby,” he keens. “Please, come on, babe, please..”
Ash Williams is begging for you to suck his dick and, of course, you're glad to oblige him. You lick a stripe up the underside and he grabs your hair this time, not tightly, just to anchor himself. He smells manly, not unpleasant by any means, a mix of his strong spicy cologne and his own musk. You want to tease him, but the pain of waiting any longer is too overwhelming so you jump right in. You open your mouth as far as it'll go and take a little bit of him at first, twisting your wrist at the base of his cock that you can’t reach with your mouth alone.
“Oh, god,” he chuckles. You glance up at him and his chest is heaving, eyes squeezed shut. “You feel so good, doll, don't stop.”
And you don't. With each pull off of him you take a little more and a little more until you reach your limit, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him off with the most vigor you've ever shown a man before. He’s saying something, praising you, but it's mostly slurred and hard to understand. It's hot, though. You look up again and this time his eyes meet yours and his hips jerk, sending his cock down your throat a little.
You're in the zone so it's a little surprising when he gently pulls your hair and you off of him.
“I’m gonna cum, baby,” he pants, those dark eyes burning into you. “I really wanna fuck you. Can I? Please, you're so good, I wanna make you feel good-”
“Yeah,” you interrupt him with your own excitement. He’s eager to guide you down onto your back and help you out of your bottoms, exposing you to the supply closet. Ash grabs the lube and coats his fingers in it, tracing along your hole and then, slowly, teasingly, sliding a digit into you. It knocks the wind out of you for a second, and it only takes a few more seconds for it to start feeling good. Another lubed finger makes its way in, and you choke.
“Oh my god,” you gasp. “Ash, oh my god, you're so..”
Words are escaping you right now. He's pleased, the look on his face saying it all.
“You like that, baby? I haven't even put it in yet.”
The slow pace he set is suddenly sped up and you grab ahold of his wrist, holding back a cry.
“Just fuck me already, pretty boy!”
“You're ready, doll face?”
“Yes!!” You cry.
Ash is more than fine with withdrawing his fingers, and then spreading your thighs with his body. He’s lining up with your hole, and then he sinks in, and you think you're going to pass out when he bottoms out in you. The stretch is a little uncomfortable at first but it quickly ebbs into pleasure.
“Ash, Ash, oh my god-”
“You look so sexy, taking all my cock. You feel so good,” he stumbles over his words.
He pulls out, and then with a smooth glide he’s bottomed out again. You don't even notice when he picks up the pace because all you feel is how he’s fucking you so good. He's trying to hold himself back, you notice, how his hands grip your waist tightly.
“Ash, please, harder, I don't care, please,” you beg him. “Fuck me.”
Ash looks at you like you're a feast and he’s a starved man, and leans over you and buries his face in your neck. Oh, he really picks up the pace now, lifting your entire lower half a little higher and pulling a thigh over his shoulder. You think you're going to cry. You smell his cologne, you feel the pleasure welling between your legs, how he stretches you just right, and then when he sucks down on your skin again it all snaps.
Your vision goes white static, and you can't hear, and for a second you think you've died and gone to heaven. At the tail end of your orgasm you vaguely feel him pull out of you and once your vision comes back you catch him stroking his cock and cumming on your stomach with heavy, labored huffs.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, throwing an arm over your eyes. You're similarly winded.
“You're so hot, baby, you're perfect,” he sighs, rolling over and laying next to you. “You okay? Feeling fine? Nothing hurt?”
“Jesus, Ash, you just gave me the best sex of my life, I'm perfect,” you laugh, short of breath. He laughs, too.
“You still wanna come by tonight? Open invitation. I can do a lot more when not in a little closet. And I got a shower. No promises of hot water, though.”
All you do is huff a laugh, and nod.
“Yeah, that sounds good. I need a ride, anyways. And not just a car ride.”