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 (loosely), smut, (slight) sub!alex, handjob, fucking, rimming (f receiving), and one finger goes in briefly, begging, he's down bad and clingy, think that's all (no cocobolo)
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You had barely settled into bed when the intercom buzzed, loud enough to cut through the pillow you'd been pressing over your ears, pulling you from the soft cocoon. You groaned, dragging the pillow over your head as if it might somehow muffle the obnoxious sound. No such luck. It rang again, louder this time. The buzzing persisted, insistent, demanding your attention until you finally caved, throwing the covers off and scrambling over to answer.
You groaned, rolling over and scrambling toward the receiver. "Hello?" you said, half-expecting what was coming and knowing exactly who was coming but too tired to be sure.
On the other end, Alex's voice crackled through. "I'm here. I'm here." he announced, almost triumphant, a little too loud, a little too slurred. That slur in his words made it obvious. He'd been drinking. Hard.
He sounded winded too, like he'd just run to your building when he realised how late it was, probably trying to make up for lost time. You could picture him now, leaning against the wall downstairs, his face probably pressed and squished to the cold metal of the intercom, his breath warm and sticky from whatever he'd been drinking. His words were muffled and lazy, like he was talking with his mouth almost right up against the speaker.
The thought made you smile, even if he was a little late. Okay, a lot late. He had probably been knocking back drinks with some people he was handling business with, forgetting about the time until the alcohol caught up to him.
"I was already in bed." you sighed, resting your forehead against the wall. You weren't really mad, just...tired. He was supposed to be here hours ago, but you knew how these nights went.
He laughed softly, a low rumble that vibrated through the intercom. "That's perfect. I'll just get in with you. Let me in." he mumbled, voice slightly muffled, probably because his cheek was still glued to the cold metal.
You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth betrayed you. He had a key, he just didn't have the one for downstairs anymore. You'd lost count of how many times he'd shown up needing to be buzzed in because he was waiting for someone to come out or for you to answer, usually after he'd lost track of time doing exactly what he was doing tonight.
"I was almost asleep, babe. I'm tired." you tried again, your voice softer this time, but still teasing him. You'd picked up on the intentions in his voice already.
There was a beat of silence on his end before you heard a soft snicker, and then "I'll wake you up...with my penis." he said, dragging out the words, elongating that last one like it was the funniest thing he'd ever said, followed by a self-satisfied chuckle. You could practically hear him shifting against the intercom, probably playing with the buttons like they were the most interesting thing in the world right now, no doubt drawing curious looks from any passerby.
