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 (very soft), smut, piv, oral (m receiving), anal fingering (f receiving), actual anal (tiny bit), some fluff here and there, a bit of tension
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Australia, 2019
To say you and Alex kept in touch after that night in Dublin would be putting it too lightly. The truth was far more complex, a web of late-night texts and secret meetups that spanned nearly a year now. What started as what you'd expected to be a one-off encounter had transformed into something you couldn't quite define. Each time he was close, he'd reach out, and you'd find yourself tangled up in him again. Physically. Emotionally. And in ways you didn't want to fully admit.
You weren't just some passing fling. At least, it didn't feel that way, not with the way he looked at you in those rare quiet moments when the world seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of you behind tangled up in the sheets.
In the beginning, he'd invite you to shows, bringing you along to places where the energy of the crowd seemed to echo whatever was happening between you two. You'd stand in the wings, watching him perform with that same raw magnetism that had drawn you to him in the first place.
But then things eventually changed. He got a new girlfriend. The invitations to shows stopped, and you felt the sting of being relegated to the shadows. Yet, that didn't end whatever this was between you. It didn't stop the late-night calls, the stolen moments in darkened hotel rooms, the electric thrill that surged every time your eyes met. If anything, the secrecy only made it more intense.
You never talked about what this all meant. There was an unspoken agreement between you. No expectations, no demands. And yet, there was an undeniable connection, something neither of you could easily dismiss. It was as if you were both addicted to it all, to the way he made you feel alive in ways that were both exhilarating and terrifying.
Every time he left, you told yourself it would be the last, that you'd break free from the cycle. But then he'd call, his voice smooth and inviting, and you'd find yourself falling back into him, unable to resist the pull. It was a delicate balance between wanting more and knowing you could never really have it.
And so it went, an ongoing affair that was as thrilling as it was torturous. You were trapped in a liminal space, somewhere between desire and despair, caught up in the allure of something you knew could never truly be. Yet, neither of you could bring yourself to let go.
It was pretty late now, and the last thing you expected was a call from Alex, but of course, he called. He always did. This time, though, his voice carried something different. Urgency, maybe even desperation.
"Come here. Come to Australia with us...with me."
You blinked, half-convinced you hadn't heard him correctly. "Australia? Alex, that's crazy. I can't just-"
