you met one night in Dublin and you never stopped meeting since.
some smutty one-shot-ish chapters with a bit of a storyline / character development (still Alex x reader).
warnings: dom!al, smut, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, semi-public, piv, spanking (a bit), the word 'daddy' (once), alcohol, weed, blood, drool
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Dublin, 2018
The Dublin air was thick with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses as you stepped into the pub. It was the third one of the night, and already it felt like the right place to be. The interior was a mix of all different voices, the kind of comforting chaos that only a place like this could offer. You walked through the groups of people, each step filling you with a sense of excitement. It was nights like these that made your impromptu trip worth every penny.
Reaching the bar, you leaned in, trying to catch the bartender's eye when a figure suddenly crashed into your peripheral vision. He almost collided with you, stopping himself just in time with his arms braced on the bar's edge. His breath came in heavy, excited bursts, clearly having indulged in what a night like this had to offer. He ordered a round of drinks in a voice that cut through the noise, confident and commanding. Your eyes widened slightly as you took him in.
He was dressed pretty simple, but he didn't need any more than that. A tight shirt, unbuttoned scandalously low, revealing glimpses of a chiselled chest. A black leather jacket hung casually over his shoulders, and his tight-fitting pants left little to the imagination. But it was his face that truly captivated you. The buzzcut he sported highlighted his sharp features, his cheekbones catching the dim, ambient light. A slight sheen of sweat glistened on his skin, giving him an effortless perfection. He was hot. Really hot.
You couldn't help but stare, your gaze tracing the angles of his face, the curve of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes as he surveyed the crowd, completely oblivious to your presence. It felt like time had slowed, every detail of his face imprinting itself in your mind.
Eventually, he glanced over, catching you in the act, red-handed. There was no denying as to what you were doing. A smirk played on his lips, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.
"Enjoying the view?" he asked, his voice smooth and laced with slight amusement.
You felt a flush rise to your cheeks but met his gaze steadily. "Just admiring the scenery." you replied, matching his playful challenge.
He laughed, a deep, rich sound that seemed to resonate through the chaos around you. "Alex." he introduced himself, extending a hand.
You took it, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. "Nice to meet you, Alex."
"Sooo..." he started, his voice turning like a singsong, clearly enjoying the state of his intoxication at the moment, "What brings you to Dublin?"
"Exploring, meeting new people, trying out all the different pubs...getting drunk." you said with a shrug. "And you?"
