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onevolon · 14 hours ago

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hi! can i request a declan x reader fic where they’re co-workers and they’re very attracted to each other but wouldn’t admit it (because of maud, because she’s younger, etc.) they have a heated argument at work that turns into a kiss and they’re forced to confront their feelings? thank you!!! i’ve been obsessed with your writing

back to the office

declan o'hara x female reader

summary: an argument with declan leads to a confession of feelings, amongst other things…

content: cursing, jealousy, a bit of angst, a steamy car makeout sesh

author’s note: i’ve had this idea in my head for a while so thank you anon for the perfectly timed request! also sorry for writing so much jealous!declan i can’t help myself

you were sat in the passenger seat of declan’s car. the cramped space and awkward tension had you wanting to curl up and disappear.

you were on your way back to the office after a little field trip to watch a polo match.

but, this wasn’t just a fun outing. it was for work.

venturer had been pushing hard to get polo televised on their network but they just couldn’t secure a contract with the local club– rupert’s club.

it was absolutely maddening how hard to get they were playing.

rupert was fuming after the second obnoxiously fancy dinner proposal ended in a “i’m not quite sure this will be a good fit old pal” from the head of the club.

he was determined to get the sport on his station, and after the second embarrassing rejection; he birthed a brilliant scheme.

ready to put his plan into action, he waltzed right into your office the very next day– well declan’s office.

being that venturer was so new and space was limited you had your own little makeshift workspace in the room that once completely belonged to declan. though, he didn’t mind sharing one bit; he rather enjoyed your company.

“i need you to join us at the polo match tomorrow.” rupert was all but demanding of you as he strolled into the room.

you knew him and declan were going to the club during lunch– you had declan’s schedule memorized; but why were you now invited?

“i don’t know anything about polo rupert.” the statement came out as more of a question.

“maybe not, but you’ve got something declan and I don’t, and i think it may help persuade our friends over at the rutshire polo club.”

he’s grinning from ear to ear as he speaks, his eyes carefully darting to your chest that was currently showing a bit too much underneath your button-up blouse.

you subtly adjust your posture so your cleavage isn’t so obvious.

“oh my god you can’t be serious.” you’re gawking at rupert and the notion that he wants you to join them purely for sex appeal.

“c’mon lots of young attractive single men on horses. you should be thanking me for the invite.” his tone is charming as always while he offers you a nudge on the shoulder.

“oh and wear something low cut.” he’s winking your direction and gliding out the door as his voice follows behind him.

you’re frozen in shock and amusement. a smile lingering on your face from the abrupt yet undeniably flattering exchange.

you went back to your work but caught a glimpse of declan first. his eyes trained on the doorway, brows furrowed and his jaw clenched.

that’s how you ended up in his car, letting him drive you to and from the polo club.

it was a successful trip.

after watching the match you declan, and rupert got to chat with a few of the members. you were sure to use your charisma and womanly assets to charm the whole lot.

it was almost as if they’d never seen a woman before. they were all eating out of your hand as you talked about the ins and outs of television programming.

you’d be remised not to mention how their stares politely lingered on the blush of your cheeks and the plunging neckline of your dress.

nonetheless rupert’s plan worked.

after one modestly flirty conversation with the head of the club where you promised to co-produce their matches, he was shaking hands with the three of you ready to do business.

rupert had stayed to share drinks in celebration, but you and declan had work to do, so you offered your pleasantries and the two of you piled into his car alone.

“i just can’t believe rupert had you do that.” declan’s voice was a little too loud for the confined space of the car as he spoke.

he was seemingly angry and impatient the whole afternoon. declan was usually so easy going and pleasant around you, his unusual demeanor today left you confused.

“does he not understand you have a serious job?”

he was focused on the road ahead of him as his grip tightened on the wheel.

“it’s okay declan, it was fun.” you were reassuring him with a gentle voice, hoping to calm him down a bit.

“fun? it’s fun having men degrade you like that?”

there was no mistaking the annoyance in his words.

you were too stunned to speak. declan had never spoken to you like this.

“i mean jesus, they were drooling all over you. doesn’t help that you decided to wear the worlds tiniest dress.”

he’s angry, he’s annoyed, he’s huffing and puffing and his words come out harsher than he intends.

“excuse me?” now you’re the one raising your voice.

“are you implying that just because my dress is a little revealing-“

your speaking but declan’s loud scoff cuts you off.

“a little revealing? darlin’ that thing leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.” he’s retorting back from the drivers seat, shooting you a snarky glare.

“have you stopped to think for one second that maybe i like the attention? maybe i like how powerful i am in my tiny little dress.” your mocking his words and crossing your arms over your chest, causing your breasts to spill out of your dress even further.

“also you’re right i do have a serious job and i’m really fucking good at it seeing as though i was able to do in one afternoon what you and rupert couldn’t do in weeks.”

your voice is calm now as you stand your ground against the man beside you.

“why do you care anyway declan? why does it bother you so much what other men think of me. you’re begginning to sound like an overprotective father.”

you’re poking and prodding at him with your words and his whole body is tense, you can sense it even from the other side of the car.

“i just think it’s ridiculous, the way they were gawking at you. it’s like all they could see you for was a pretty smile and a pair of tits.”

his voice was quiet now and a tender look of remorse washed over his face.

“i hope you know you’re so much more than that.” he looks in your direction and you can just barely catch the longing look in his eyes.

there’s the declan that you know– gentle and composed.

you had grown very fond of him over the short time you’ve spent together. sharing laughs and deep conversations in that small office of his. he was so different; so kind and respectful, so unlike the men you had been surrounded by today.

“were you jealous declan?” you can’t help but grin at the question falling from your lips.

you weren’t oblivious to declan’s equal interest in you. he tried to hide the secret glimpses he took of your body or the way he would sometimes stare too long when you spoke, getting lost in your eyes.

he wanted to play all high and mighty like he was better than those polo boys who couldn’t peel their eyes from your curves, but declan was just envious that he couldn’t be so obvious about his own attraction toward you.

he’d had enough. he was at his breaking point. he couldn’t sit around and pretend anymore; pretending like he didn’t have feelings for you, pretending that he didn’t think about you all of the the time, pretending that he didn’t want you.

with one quick maneuver declan was pulling the car to the side of the empty country road and putting it in park.

“you know what, fine i’m jealous.”

he takes his hands off the wheel and turns his body to face yours.

“i’m jealous of all those young men lined up for your attention.”

he’s staring intently as he speaks to you, his voice unwavering.

“i’m extremely jealous that they’re all half my age and you could have your pick at any one of em.”

his deep feelings for you are flooding his gaze and you’re entranced by the affectionate glimmer in his eyes.

"I'm jealous because I want what I can't have."

“is that what you want to hear?” he raises his brows at you and finally his mouth shuts, falling into a straight line.

you look at him. sitting in defeat after his confession, completely at your mercy.

you want to kiss the insecurities right off his lips. and so you do.

as soon as you're grabbing at his shirt collar to pull him closer, his hands are on your face doing the same.

your lips find each other in a needy embrace and the feel of him immediately clouds your brain.

his hands are gentle as they cup your cheeks but the movement of his lips on yours is desperate and hungry. he’s kissing you like he’s been deprived of your taste.

you’re meeting his energy with an equally aggressive and passionate response, intertwining your fingers in his hair.

your action illicits a soft groan from his lips, deepening the kiss.

he’s gliding his tongue over the threshold of your lips and you can feel your torso melting into him, molding to his touch.

the connection between you is sweltering and intense. it’s consuming every part of you and all you want to do is move the heated exchange to the backseat of the car where there’s slightly more room.

all the while, declan’s hold remains on your face– tender and innocent. he wants nothing more than to explore the curve of your body with his hands and trail his lips down your neck to your overly exposed chest, but he doesn’t.

it takes every ounce of composure in his body, but declan is determined to stay true to himself. to be respectful and civil. to show you he’s not like the other men in this town. to show you that his interest in you goes far beyond lust.

at least he’s trying his best to be chivalrous, but the way you’re pulling on his hair has him second guessing his own intentions.

he’s about ready to give in and take you in the backseat of his car when a prolonged honk causes him to jump back to his position at the wheel.

a truck was passing and laying on their horn, surely annoyed by the placement of declan’s car on the side of the road.

both of you had assumed your spots in your respective seats, breathing heavily from the passionate kiss and the sudden fright from the loud noise.

"back to the office then?"

declan's words are rushed as he puts his car back in drive. he's looking straight ahead but you can see the satisfied grin on his lips.

you let your head fall back on your seat, unable to wipe the dopey smile off your face.

there was plenty of time ahead of you to discuss what just happened. for now all you want to do is watch the english countryside passing by your window and feel the touch of declan's lips still lingering on yours.

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onevolon · 14 hours ago

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Mirror sex??😫

look at you

declan o’hara x female reader

summary: declan makes you watch in the bathroom mirror as he shows you just how much he loves you

content: nsfw, 18+, here’s the fluff you’ve all been waiting for, followed by some major smut, intimate, body worship, praise, him calling you princess, fingering, penetration, possibly a little bit of breeding kink sprinkled in here [whoops], basically just declan being madly in love with you

author’s note: anon, you deserve jail time because this is the most lethal request i’ve ever received!! mirror sex is SO declan coded i nearly spit out my drink when i saw this. thank you so much for the suggestion holy shit.

you were taking what felt like the hundredth bobby pin out of your hair and letting it fall around you're shoulders as you stared at your reflection in the bathroom mirror.

It felt nice to free your hair from the complicated updo it had been trapped in all night. your makeup was the next thing to come off as you reached to turn the sink on, giving it time to run and letting the water get warm.

you were all dolled up from a night of following declan around at a fancy network event. in fact, it was the first time you had joined him for something so public. declan was done feeling like he was hiding your relationship and convinced you to join him tonight, as his date. the two of you spent the evening sharing smitten giggles and innocent touches, and it felt nice not having to tiptoe around anymore.

you held your hand under the running water smiling to yourself at the thoughts swirling around in your head.

"what has you so giddy?" declan's curiosity interupted the silence of the room.

"nothing, just had a good night with you." you answered, looking up at the mirror to see him standing in the doorway.

he was still wearing his slacks but must have been in the middle of undressing seeing as though his white button up was completely undone and barely hanging on to his shoulders. his chest was exposed and you couldn't help but let your eyes wander, exploring the broad expanse of muscle that was covered in a coat of wild black curls.

"not as good as my night with you." he was pushing himself off the doorway as he spoke, a smile hanging on his lips.

"I didn't realize how much I'd like having you on my arm all night- gettin’ to show you off like that.”

in a few steps he was at your back wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his embrace.

"I think I might just have to bring you everywhere with me now."

his voice is muffled as his head fits into the crook of your neck. he places a small kiss to the top of your shoulder and you’re leaning back into the soft sensation of his lips.

"I'd like that." you giggle, half due to his absurd comment and the other half caused by the familiar tickle of facial hair on your skin.

with his arms holding you close and his chin resting on your shoulder, his gaze finds yours, making eye contact with you in the reflection of the mirror.

"I love you."

the words took their time floating from his lips. his gaze was tender and his voice was serious as he spoke.

"I love you too." you keep your eyes on him as you respond.

your heart was fluttering in your chest as you raised your hand to declan's face, pressing it gently to his cheek and smiling sweetly at him through the mirror.

"I hope you know how deeply I care for you."

he was continuing to shower you in kind words. you adored this side of declan– the affectionate side he kept hidden away from everyone except you.

"I want the whole world to know you're mine."

his voice is once again muffled as his lips find their way back to your shoulder.

"you're so beautiful."

he's placing a prolonged kiss to the nape of your neck and his eyes dart up to find yours in the mirror. the sight of him leaning into you, kissing you and looking up at your reflection, is enough to make you go weak in the knees. but it's his words that do you in. with the compliment, your breath catches in your throat- the sound unmistakable. your sudden reaction has declan lightly chuckling, his laugh purring into your skin.

“so so beautiful.”

he lands another gentle kiss on your shoulder.

“your eyes.”

a kiss to the curve of your neck.

“your smile.”

a kiss trailing up to your jaw.

“those lips.”

a kiss on your cheek.

“this body.”

he’s humming as he moves your hair just enough to place a kiss right behind your ear. his hands begin to feel their way up the curve of your waist as he speaks.

“i don’t think you even realize how fuckin’ gorgeous you are.” his whisper is low in your ear.

you're stunned by the electricity flowing through you at his touch; unable to think, unable to speak and unable to move as you keep your eyes trained ahead, watching him intently.

you can’t see his hands anymore, instead you feel them at your back unzipping your dress.

as soon as the zipper meets the end of its track he's assisting the loose material and sliding it right down your body. given the fit of the dress you had opted out of wearing a bra, and judging by the look in his eyes, declan very much approves of your decision.

“look at you.”

his voice was hypnotic in your ear. he sounded so obsessed– so in love.

his lips were at your ear and his eyes were still staring into yours. now that your body was exposed in front of him he couldn’t help but let his stare fall to the reflection of your chest.

“god, just look at you my love.”

his hands are back on your body, running over your abdomen and up to your breasts.

“so fuckin’ perfect.” the words are strained as he holds your body in his hands, hungry to feel every single inch of you.

“i want you to watch yourself while i touch you.”

his breath on your neck was warm and the words on his tongue laced with scalding hot desire.

“i want you to see what i see.”

you watch in the mirror as one his his hands stays at your chest, the other trailing down the front of your body to the hem of your underwear– the last piece of clothing left on you.

“how perfect you are.”

he’s pulling the material down your thighs and you’re helping to kick them off as he seduces you with nothing but his voice.

“how unbelievably sexy you look when you’re coming for me.”

with that you feel his touch between your legs, fingers immediately finding the sensitive spot at the apex of your thighs. your stare is glued to your own reflection, eyelids heavy. the sight of declan’s hands on your body has you completely wound up, your body tense in anticipation.

“relax my love, i’ve got you.”

his tone is laced with affection. the look in his eyes is deeper than love or lust, its devotion. he’s completely and utterly devoted to you– committed to you; your body, your soul, your pleasure.

declan is fighting the urge to turn you around and pry your legs open on the bathroom counter and put his mouth on your sweet cunt. he knows your body like the back of his hand. he knows that he could have you coming undone in a matter of seconds with his tongue on your clit and his fingers curling into you, but he refrains. instead he keeps his position behind you, his fingers circling your clit at a gentle pace. he’s losing himself in the expression on your face, already so fucked-out for him. your leaning your head back and your eyes are drooping shut in pleasure, all from the touch of his fingertips.

he’s growling in awe of the way your body reacts to him.

“so pretty for me darlin’. always so pretty.”

the attentive strokes he's paying to your clit cause you to whimper. you're nearly squirming under his touch in need of more.

“that feel good?”

you’re mumbling out an “uh huh” with a nod of your head when you feel a finger seamlessly dipping into your entrance. you can’t stop the moan that tumbles out of your mouth and your eyes instinctively squeeze shut, the sudden fill of his thick digit sending pleasure coursing through your veins.

“open those eyes princess.”

he's admiring the warmth of your cunt- always so ready for him.

“wanna see you watch yourself while i play with you”

his words are absolutely filthy and you know he’s already aching to have you come on his fingers.

he's pushing a second into you, trying his best not to plunge them knuckles deep. he wanted to be gentle and deliberate tonight. he wanted you to feel how much he adored you.

you watched his hand in the mirror. two of his fingers were pressing into you and his palm was rubbing deliciously against your clit with each movement. his hand looked so big as it worked between your legs. you watched the way he filled you. your eyes followed the flex of his wrist, each movement simultaneously adding to the pressure building at your core. you grasped his forearm as the sudden curl of his fingers pushes at the plush warmth of your walls. you can't help the profanities that slip past your lips. remembering declan's directions, you fight to keep your eyes open and watching as he taunts you with pleasure.

you search the mirror for him, needing to find the deep brown of his eyes to tether you back to earth. you catch his stare and feel yourself relax into him. he hasn't taken his eyes off of you, not even for a second. he's drinking in the obscene way you're looking at his hand as it works to bring you closer to release; thinking about what thoughts must be going through your head.

"you like this don't you?"

the haze in your eyes as you look at him has declan's cock pulsing. he needs to see you come for him.

"wanna feel you come princess- wanna watch you."

his voice is a groan and he can't focus on anything other than the feeling of your cunt squeezing his fingers, pulling him in deeper.

"let me see it baby."

he's losing all control as he fucks his fingers into the same spot over and over again causing your eyelids to flutter.

"I can feel ya. so close for me."

he's using his words to coax the orgasm out of you and it's working. you feel the familiar sensation of your release at it's peak right before it comes crashing down.

"c'mon let me see those pretty eyes while you come."

you're obliging his request as your back arches against his body and you’re seizing under his touch.

"there she is." he's murmuring into your ear as he watches you chase the high of your release.

his fingers are still moving inside of you mercifully, to help lull you back into your body.

you're still coming down when you turn your head to catch his lips with yours. the kiss is raw, the connection between you feeling like a cloud of steam. you're losing your breath in the arousal consuming you, yet you need more.

"I need you." you pull back from the kiss long enough to mutter the words through a breathless whisper.

he's crashing his lips back on yours at the confession.

his hands work to remove his pants while yours find the thin material of his dress shirt, tugging at it- wordlessly begging him to take it off.

then he's completely undressed behind you and you turn your head back to face the mirror. you reach your hand back to trace down his body, the warmth of his skin against yours feeling like a sweet reward.

you're raking your eyes down his naked figure when his arms wrap back around your waist in a gentle gesture of love and contentment.

you stand like that for a second. both of you admiring your reflection; two bodies holding one another in adoration, finding solace in the others arms.

"I love you." this time it's you who says it first.

"I want you." then you’re speaking from a place of greed, trailing your hand lower on his body while the words leave your lips.

he grabs your wrist before your hand can reach for his length.

"I know princess I know." his words sound almost mocking as he guides his cock to meet the slick opening of your slit.

"does my sweet girl wanna watch while I fuck her?"

his dick is throbbing at your entrance but he doesn't push it in yet, he's looking at you in the mirror, waiting for a response to his question.

instead of speaking, you nod your head and bite down on the swollen flesh of your bottom lip.

declan couldn't handle it; seeing you like this for him. it didn't matter that he had you in his bed every single night, he would never be able to get over the sight of you all needy for him. your eyes were clouded, your cheeks were flush from your recent orgasm, your hair was all messy and your cunt was dripping; all for him.

he let himself find refuge in the sweet clench of your walls as he pushed his cock into you. his hands find your hips pulling you back into him to fill you completely.

you take his hold on your hips as a signal to brace the countertop in front of you. your fingertips dig into the granite as you lean forward and push yourself back to meet his thrusts.

what was just a beautiful scene of two people admiring their love in the reflection in front of them was now a display of pure animalistic desire. you were both watching; each other, yourselves, the tight grip of your hands on the counter, the veins in declan's forearms as he gripped your hips, the place where your bodies connected. it was like a predator eyeing their prey, only it was unclear who took on which role. you were feeding off of declan's moans; the confidence of the evening going straight to your head as you continued to bounce back into declan's cock, sheathing it entirely inside of you with every thrust.

he was on another planet, the only thing tying him to reality was his hold on your hips. he was plunging into you at an ungodly pace, going deeper and deeper and watching your face contort in pleasure. both of you were making the most perverse sounds as the aura of pleasure built around you.

"so pretty baby." his voice is close to a whine.

you feel yourself nearing the edge yet again at his words. his voice is so desperate, and you love when he gets like this; when the tough guy facade goes out the window and he's nothing but a whimpering mess. hearing him lose his composure only surges your confidence. you're arching your back and squeezing your cunt around him as declan buries himself even deeper into you.

"god I'm close." he's panting out with each thrust.

"where do you want it baby?"

you recognize what he's asking and you know exactly how to answer.

"I want you to come inside." your voice is a sultry whimper as you bore your eyes deep into the reflection of his.

"please."

the added plea makes a groan escape from deep within declan's throat.

"oh fuck princess."

if he was almost whining earlier, he was definitely whining now.

"gonna fill you up real nice baby."

his voice lowered to a dark whisper as he grabs tight on your hips, pulling you back to meet him in hard, swift movements.

"fuck- gonna make you feel so good." he's groaning and his fingertips are pushing into your skin.

it's the way he's speaking to you and the feeling of his cock hitting that same spot deep inside time after time that has you chanting out declan's name as another wave of satisfaction crashes over your body.

your pussy is gripping and gushing around declan and he's succumbing to his relief alongside you. the hot spurts of his release filling you and causing you both to moan in unison.

his grip on your hips loosens and he’s once again wrapping his arms around you, enveloping you in safety and comfort. you’re leaning fully into him, the intimacy of him still being inside of you causing a delighted smile to form on your lips. you're still looking at each other in the mirror ahead.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to you bein’ mine." he's matching your fulfilled expression with a little smirk of his own and pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

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