mostly smut, some of them are quite kinky-ish, just check the individual chapter warnings. the first ones are probably bad, they're older.
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warnings: lawyer!alex, smut, oral (m receiving), mutual masturbation (tiny bit), fucking, alex & his cocobolo
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You sat at his table, legs crossed, nibbling on a piece of toast as you watched Alex move around the kitchen. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but black boxer briefs and an old pair of grey sweatpants slung low on his hips.
There was a subtle elegance in how he moved, even when he was doing something as mundane as making eggs. That messy dark hair of his hung loosely over his forehead, framing the sharp lines of his face, the kind that made people stop and stare in courtrooms. He looked different in the mornings. Softer than the man who cross-examined witnesses with a razor-sharp tongue.
He turned towards you, the smirk already forming on his lips before he even spoke. "You staring at me for a reason, or are you just plotting your next move?"
You took another bite of toast, letting the corner of your mouth lift in response. "Can't a girl appreciate the view without ulterior motives?"
He set the pan down, eggs forgotten for a moment as he walked toward you, his fingers trailing across the back of your chair before he bent down, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "Just making sure. Gotta stay sharp."
The kiss wasn't hurried or overthought. Just a habitual gesture, like he couldn't help himself, like staying too far away for too long was never really an option. His lips lingered against your skin for a beat longer than necessary before he straightened and returned to his side of the table, sitting down with his plate of eggs and toast. He always touched you like this, as though you were just an extension of him. It made your chest warm.
You took another sip of coffee, watching him dig into his breakfast. He was quiet again, focused on eating, but his free hand slipped across the table, resting on your thigh under the tablecloth. He didn't even look up as he did it, just absently drew slow circles with his thumb, a familiar gesture. A reflex.
He was scrolling through his phone, probably checking emails or reading up on the day's news. You took another bite of your toast, watching him as he absently poked at his eggs.
"Big case today?" you asked, mostly out of habit.
"Yeah." he replied, still staring at the screen. "Closing arguments." He finally glanced up at you, his lips quirking into a faint smile. "Should be a fun one."
"Is it ever?"
He smirked, that familiar, cocky glint in his eyes. "Not if you're doing it right."
You rolled your eyes but smiled back.
"So..." you said, setting your mug down. "Are you ready for those closing arguments then?"
He nodded, mouth half-full, but his eyes flicked up to meet yours. "Yeah. All prepped. Just gotta go in there and do what I do best."
