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: soft!dom!alex, smut, piv, daddy kink, breeding kink, you know how it goes...
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London, 2022
You were surprised to see his name pop up on your phone. You hadn't talked in a while, really talked. It felt like forever. But now he called you up. You didn't get to it in time, but he left a voicemail, asking to see you. He told you he had a break from the tour for a couple of weeks and he would be in town.
Did he think you were going to get into bed with him again so easily? Well, truth be told, you probably would. It had never gotten serious between you. You'd just fuck whenever he felt like it or whenever you felt like it, regardless of whether you two were in separate relationships or not. Maybe it wasn't right. Probably wasn't. Definitely wasn't. But it didn't stop you before, and it wasn't going to stop you now.
Not that you had a boyfriend at the moment, but you suspected he had a girlfriend. Yes, you kept up with him. You were curious to see what he was up to. But if he was calling you, then that meant that the so-called relationship he was in wasn't serious. Or not that serious. He wouldn't ask to see you otherwise, would he? Maybe he didn't want to fuck. But what else would he want from you?
The last time you saw him, it had been one of those rare nights when the city felt more alive than ever.
His hair was still short back then, compared to the more recent pics you'd seen of him, though not as short as the fresh buzz cut he had when you first met. You'd spent hours just talking and laughing, almost forgetting the physical aspect of your relationship. Almost. But by the end of the night, the familiar pull was too strong to resist. It always was. The tiniest touch of his hand on your arm was all it took for you to get him to fuck you in the bathroom of the bar.
You wondered if this time would be any different. As you debated whether to call him back, your mind wandered to all the times you'd spent together. The whispered secrets, the things he'd tell you when he was just drunk enough that you knew no one else could ever find out about.
But there was always that unspoken understanding. No strings attached. No commitments. Just a series of fleeting moments that left you both satisfied and yet somehow always wanting more.
You sighed, staring at his name on your screen. What was it about him that made it so hard to say no? Maybe it was the way he looked at you, how it made you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered. Or maybe it was the way he could make you laugh, even when you felt like crying. Or maybe just the way he fucked you. Whatever it was, it was enough to make you consider seeing him again. Even after not hearing from him for years now.
Taking a deep breath, you pressed the call button and waited as the phone rang. He picked up on the second ring.
"Hey." he said, his voice smooth and so familiar, like nothing had changed and no time had passed.
