#alex adultworld headcanon

[yes-divine-ruler]

Situationship w/ Alex - HCs

You’d meet at work, and the tension would be instant. He’d be a great co worker and show you the ropes. You always caught him coming a little too close to you, close enough to feel his breath fan the shell of your ear.

Every morning when you come into work, he’d already been there 15 minutes earlier. Just so he could stare at you as you walk in. His eyes would be glued to the outfit you’d worn that day. He loved your style, especially this one skirt in particular. It fit you perfectly, and had his head in a spin every time you wore it.

He was definitely a bit of a clown. He’d always try and make you laugh at work, and it made the days go by quicker. Sometimes you never wanted to leave because you were having such a good time together. Alex would pick up the most random sex toys and show them to you, roleplaying how he’d sell it to you if you were a customer. It definitely had a humid heat build between your thighs, especially when he’d click one on and let it vibrate against your palm while he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

Alex would keep his dick in his pants until it was too unbearable. You’d been working at the same store for months, and apart from the occasional flirting and touching, nothing changed between you.

Until the work Christmas party. When you both drank a little too much and sat yourselves down in a little corner of the restaurant. Alex sat next to you in a booth, holding his drink as it sloshes around in his glass. He’d said something so funny you were toppled over laughing and trying not to let your own drink spill.

“You have such a gorgeous laugh,” Alex would say, reaching out and brushing his fingertips over your cheekbone. Your skin would tingle at his touch. You weren’t sure if it was all this built up tension or the alcohol that was drawing you to him. He felt the exact same way, and soon your faces were so close the tips of your noses would be brushing.

Your first kiss was hungry. After months of keeping it together, when your lips first met, you both found it hard to resist each other. Alex’s hands clawed at your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. His head titled to the side, allowing him better access. Your lips parted in desperation for his tongue to explore your mouth. Your tongue tasted the alcohol and subtle mint on his breath. It had your head spinning in need to feel more of him.

Moments later, you were in the restaurant’s restroom, ass planted on the edge of the sink, your panties pulled to the side and Alex slotted between your thighs. His damp, chestnut curls stuck to his forehead as he thrust deeper and deeper inside you. His left hand covered your mouth to stop you from screaming out his name, and his right worked at your clit, sending you over the edge.

The look on his face when he came would be stuck in your mind until the end of time. His plump, pink lips were sensually parted, his head was thrown back and the most animalistic moan escaped his bobbing throat.

It was the beginning of much more casual sex.

Once Alex got a feel for you, he couldn’t stop. There were times when you were alone in the store, where he’d tuck himself under the front desk, tug down your panties from under your skirt and pleasure you with his mouth. You were so sure there were claw marks in the edge of the wood from how often it happened.

You’d christened the stock room, the back couple of aisles and the single restroom. Eventually, he invited you over to his apartment, when Adultworld wasn’t doing it for you anymore.

You were more than amazed by his hidden talent, beautiful charcoal drawings with the most intricate of details. Alex had been hiding it all from you, especially the portrait he’d done of you. Your heart skipped a beat seeing him hide behind your portrait, his curls sticking out from behind it. You knew his face would be the brightest shade of red. It confused you, why he put so much time and effort into a portrait of you, if we weren’t sure this was more than sleeping together.

Both you and Alex ignored the fact that this situation-ship could be anymore. You continued to work at the store together, and then occasionally, head to his apartment afterwards to watch a movie, lazily make out and then fuck.

Sometimes, Alex would invite you out with his friends and sometimes you’d do the same with yours. As strictly friends, of course. Your friends were always trying to get greater intel into your relationship. They were convinced that whatever was going on between you was much more than just a situation-ship, and you were both just too afraid to admit your feelings for each other.

You on the other hand, we’re convinced it was nothing more on his part. Even though you spent an ample amount of time together, always kissed each other goodbye, and had introduced him to all your friends, he was still just… Alex.

Nothing more, nothing less - is what you tried to convince yourself anyway.