I have a #wantingtofucktheoldman Declan O'hara request
Concept: Patrick has a university friend looking for an internship in media and Patrick begged Declan to see if she could do it at Corinium because she is a massive talent and just needs a chance. Declan secured her an internship however Tony said she will be his unpaid responsibility and to put her to use himself he is too busy to manage interns right now.
One month into the internship and Declan saw what Patrick was talking about, she is very smart and talented and creative but he also started to notice that her skirts were becoming shorter, she is trying to get his attention, bending over in the least discrete ways possible. His resilience snapped after one broadcast where he saw her opening her legs while sitting near the cameras, short tight skirt with stockings and girdal straps to keep them up. After the broadcast he tells her to go to his dressing room and gives her the attention she was so desperate for. (Patrick knew she wanted in his dad’s pants and thought it was about time Declan had some fun.)
(Chubby reader, shy despite seeking his attention, virgin, blowjob, fingering, rough, bent over a table, hair pulling, cream pie)
A/N: okay ur mind!! I hope this does your idea justice!
Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), mild exhibitionism, incredibly inappropriate behavior for the workplace, virginity, blowjob, fingering, dirty talk, sorta dom!Declan, cream pie (no condom - which you should not do irl unless you’ve talked about it and you’re using other bc and are being regularly tested!)
“My dressing room, now,” Declan hissed in your ear before he was gone.
It had been a long time coming.
“Please, Dad, she’s brilliant, and she’ll do just about anything to work in TV,” Patrick all but begged as he pressed his head into the wall beside the dorm phone.
“I can’t just go around handing out jobs to all your friends, Pat,” Declan replied.
Patrick shook his head before remembering that his dad couldn’t actually see him.
“She’s the best writer I’ve ever met, and she wants to write for shows,” Patrick replied. “I’ll mail you her samples, a spec script, whatever you want, but trust me, I’m doing you the favor with this, not her,” He implored.
“She just needs a chance.”
And Patrick had been right.
Declan had assumed it was just another girl he was dating at Uni, or had convinced himself he was in love with. A pretty girl who had turned his son’s head and whom he’d do anything for. Like pulling a huge favor with his father.
But then he got the script in the mail and well…Patrick was right.
He’d had to then turn around and beg Tony. Or maybe not beg, but convince Tony that taking an intern was worthwhile. And Tony had finally allowed it. Unpaid – of course – but so long as Declan kept her busy, found tasks for her to do so that she didn’t bug his actual staff, Declan had free rein with this girl.
Which is how he’d somehow ended up with you as one of his showwriters.
You were brilliant. And Declan was lucky to have you.
That wasn’t the problem.
The problem was that when you started, you’d been shy. Quiet. But eager to please.
All ‘yes, sir’s and ‘excuse me’s.
And there were still plenty of those, which were their own sort of madness.
But you’d started to get more…comfortable…
Your skirts and dresses were getting shorter and tighter. And your blouses were getting deeper cut. Like your clothes were painted on to you every day.
Declan would think he was going insane if those changes weren’t coupled with obvious attempts to get his attention – and not with your work, which spoke for itself – but by the most obvious means necessary. You’d recently started dropping papers as you passed his desk, bending at the waist to grab them.
But this…this was the final straw.
A live taping of Declan - tonight’s guest was Rick Astley. And Declan had been completely locked in on his interview as they unpacked the meteoric rise for a young musician with just one single, which was already a worldwide hit.
It was a great interview.
But when he glanced away from Rick, you were sitting just behind one of the cameramen. You and that tiny skirt were sitting directly in his line of sight. But then you uncrossed your legs, and he got an eyeful of the top of your stockings and the garter straps connecting them up to your…
He could see your panties.
Your legs were open, and he could see your panties.
Anyone who looked over at you right now could see them.
But no one else was looking. Because this wasn’t for them. Your eyes were on Declan’s as you shifted in your seat and his eyes dropped back down to where he could see your clothed cunt for a moment before you crossed your legs again and smirked at him.
So when the taping ended, and Declan made his way over to you, you knew you were in for it.
“My dressing room, now,” He’d murmured as his head dropped down to your ear.
When you slip into Delcan’s dressing room, it’s empty.
You knew it would be. It’s his show after all. It’s literally called ‘Declan’ so there’s always a million people for him to talk to or shmooze after the taping.
But you know he’s going to be thinking about you, and the fact that you’re waiting for him in here, the whole time.
And if that doesn’t make you clench your thighs, what else would?
You were sitting on the makeup chair in Declan’s dressing room when you finally heard the door crack open.
“Mr. O’Hara,” You said as your head whipped around, jumping to your feet when you saw him step inside. “Stop,” Delcan cut you off as he pressed the door shut behind him. You freeze.
And for just a moment, your eyes widen in panic. You’d been pushing for weeks. You’d thought he’d finally snapped. But maybe you pushed too far. Maybe it was all too much, and he was upset. About to fire you.
But when your eyes look up at his in panic, you see just how dark they are.
Darker than you’ve ever seen them. And you can see a muscle in his cheek twitch as he clenches his jaw.
And then his mouth is on yours.
Declan’s hands found your curves as he kissed you soundly. Your whole body, every inch of you, was pressed to him as his hands traveled down your body, your hands palming your ass.
“Fuck,” Declan groaned as you broke apart and he rested his forehead against yours, refusing to let any space grow between you.
You can’t find the voice to say anything, you just stand there, staring up at him in disbelief.
“Those tight shirts, tiny skirts, it’s like you want to distract me. Want to make sure all I think about is ripping them off of you,” Declan muttered as he shook his head, looking down at you with his own particular brand of disbelief.
“You like having all this attention, don’t you?” He asked lowly as he moved to grasp your chin and tilt your head up, your jaw grasped. “Just yours,” You admitted as you stared back at him. Feeling like a trapped animal as you admit the truth of it. Of all of this. “Only yours,” You tell him. “It’s all for you,” You admit. “I know, sweetheart,” Declan replied as he pressed another kiss to your lips, this one softer. Over before it began in a way that left you wanting more.
“But I don’t think I’m the only one who noticed you,” He continued. “This whole building knows how gorgeous you are; they’ve seen you sashaying around this office.” “So show me it’s for me,” Declan told you as he let go of your jaw. “Prove it.”
You bite your lip as you cock your head slightly.
But then you find yourself smiling in spite of yourself as you let your hands drop from Declan’s chest to his waist.
You unbuckle his belt as you drop to your knees.
Your hands are moving before your brain can catch up, but when you pull Declan’s heavy, half-hard cock out of his pants, your overconfidence catches up with you, as you stare at his big, thick cock, and realize you might have gotten yourself into something you’re not ready for.
No matter how bad you want it.
Your movements stutter as your brain short-circuits.
And then you hear Declan laugh from above you.
When you look up at him through heavy-lidded lashes, he’s smirking down at you.
“Don’t get shy on me now, pretty girl,” He teases.
“Take your time,” He adds as one of his hands comes up to the back of your head and helps move your hair out of your face.
You swallow as your hands move to stroke Declan’s cock. And then tentatively opening up your mouth as your tongue darted forward to taste his tip.
Declan groaned as you moved more confidently, slowly licking your way around his cock before taking the tip into your mouth and sucking.
“Fucking hell,” Declan moaned as his head tilted back, and you took even more of him into your mouth. “Jesus-” And then your confidence got ahead of you when his cock hit the back of your throat, and you gagged around him.
“Fuck,” Declan muttered as his head snapped back down and his brows furrowed in concern.
But you just readjusted as you looked back up at him, proving to him– and yourself– that you could do this, before doubling down and suckign him back down again, trying to suppress the urge to gag now that you knew what to expect.
“You’re insane,” Declan muttered as he looked down at you. “You’re desperate for it, aren’t you, such a desperate, messy little girl.” You smiled against him as you continued to work him in and out of your mouth. Preening under the compliments.
You could tell he was getting close when his hands flew back up to your hair, pulling lightly, not pushing, but trying to pull your head off of him instead.
“Hold on, not yet,” He muttered as he finally pulled you off of him.
“I want to make you come,” You muttered as you looked up at him with a frown.
“You will,” Declan reassured you. “Just not yet.”
“C'mere,” Declan murmured as he guided you up to your feet and cornered you up against the counter, removing any semblance of physical distance between you as he pressed a kiss to your lips, before trailing kisses down the side of your neck while he lifted you up onto the counter, and slotting between your legs.
His hands dropped down to the curve of your hips before finding the hem of your skirt and pressing it up your thigh until the clips of your garter belt were exposed.
“These fucking things,” Delcan muttered as his fingers trailed underneath, grabbing hold and snapping them against the skin of your thighs.
“I knew you’d like them,” You told them.
“Like them? These haunt me.” He told you as his hands and fingers trailed higher and higher before teasing the edge of your panties. “I just spent fourteen minutes talking to Lady Gosling in the hallway while trying not to think about these.” “I wanted you to,” You tell him as your hands grip his shoulders.
“I want to fuck you,” Declan murmured against you. “I want you to fuck me,” You reply with a nod. “I just-” You stammer.
Declan’s hands, trailing up and down your side, pause.
“What?” Declan asked. “I haven’t…” You say as you tuck your chin down against your chest. “Haven’t what?” “Don’t look at me like that,” You sigh as Declan’s hand presses against your jaw, trying to search for your eyes. “I just, wanted you to know why it probably won’t be that like… mind-blowing for you.” When Declan looks at you in silent confusion, you squeeze your eyes shut.
“I’m a virgin,” You mutter.
“Jesus Christ,” Declan huffed as his head tilted back. “I can’t-” “I want it to be good, I want to try,” You tell him as it’s your turn to try and search for his eyes. “You can’t say things like that,” Declan tells you with a shake of his head.
“I want this,” You repeat. “I need this.”
Declan nods after he takes a fortifying breath as his hands trail from their grasp on your hips back around to your thighs. “Can I touch you?” Declan asks. “Down here?”
His fingertips travel upward to the apex of your thighs and begin to make slow, controlled circles around your clit. “Yes,” you breathe out. “Yes.”
“Tell me what you like,” Declan replies. “I want to make you feel good, pretty girl,” He murmurs in your ear as
“I like this, but- harder,” Your mouth finally says, the jumble of thoughts in your brain managing to form a coherent thought.
Declan is a quick learner, increasing his pressure deftly as his eyes study your face, your every micro expression as he learns your body. Your reactions. The way you respond to every little thing he does.
“I need more,” You tell him. You don’t know how, or even really why, but you do.
And then Declan drops to his knees before you. And the visual alone. Of Declan on his knees before you. Worshipping you. Sends a wave of pleasure coursing through you.
Declan spares a glance up at you before you realize what he’s about to do. But there’s no time to react, or overthink it before Declan’s mouth is on you. His tongue licking and his mouth sucking as he makes a meal of you.
And the fingers, you forgot for a moment that Declan was a whole person, with a whole body of parts, but those fingers, come down to your cunt, and he presses one inside you while his mouth sucks on your clit.
And you feel yourself transcend your body.
The pleasure builds hot and fast after that. All wetness and warmth. Heat.
And then your climax crashes over you with a sharp intake of breath and a desperate, rearing gasp.
Your heart beating wildly, practically trying to escape out of your chest as your chest heaves and you stare down at Declan in disbelief.
You’d never. Ever. Had an orgasm like that. That wrecked you so completely.
But you shouldn’t have been surprised. Of course, Declan would wreck you.
And you’d thank him for it.
Over and over and over again.
“That was…” You trailed off as you struggled to find the words. “Gorgeous,” Declan replied gruffly as he pushed himself back to his feet with a little ‘harumph’ which had you laughing softly to yourself.
“Are you okay?” Declan asked as he studied your face carefully, this time clearly looking for any sort of discomfort.
As if he hadn’t just given you the best orgasm of your life. “Better than okay,” You replied with a grin. “I feel amazing.” “And I’d really like for you to fuck me now, Declan,” You added with a smirk as you grinned up at him.
Declan just stared down at you for a moment. Like he might have heard you wrong. And then wordlessly, with one frantic sweep of his arm, Declan pushed the scattered pens and papers off of the makeup-counter-turned-desk before he turned you around in his arms and bent you over at the waist. Kicking your legs apart as he rucked up the hem of your skirt.
The tops of your pantyhose, the straps of your garters, and the flimsy panties only half-covering your cunt were all exposed to the cool air of the dressing room as your cheek pressed into the countertop.
The still glistening wetness of your orgasm was smeared around, and you could feel it drip down your thighs as Declan’s hands trailed from your hips up your spine to your head.
Declan’s fist wrapped around your hair as he pulled your head up, arching your back for you as you as you oculd hear him spit down into the other hand, and then you felt the hard head of his cock notch against your entrance.
He paused for only a moment. Like he was waiting for you to protest. To say no.
“Please,” You begged as you keened against him, trying to press your hips backward despite the grip he has on your hair.
And then Delcan’s cock pushed inside you, and the unbearable tightness, the fullness, the sickening squelch of his cock pressing into the remnants of your orgasm. The most explicit and pornographic sounds, as you hear wetness and the slap of skin on skin fill the room, and the sound of your own heart beating in your throat and behind your ears, and sounds keening that you realize are coming from your mouth.
“You want the whole building to hear you, pretty girl?” Declan asked. Teasing. “Want them all to know just how desperate you are. And how well I’m fucking you.” “Hmmm,” You whine as you shut your mouth, to try and quiet your moans and the keening gasp from each thrust into you.
“God, you feel so good,” Delcan mutters as the hand in your hair tightens. “Like you were made for me.” You groan as your walls shudder around him.
“Open your eyes,” Declan orders as he pulls at the hair between his fingers.
Your eyes snap open at the order.
“Look at what you do to me,” He says as your eyes find his in the mirror. “And look at you.” “Look at what I do to you,” Declan says. “Could anyone else fuck you as good as this?”
You try to shake your head, pulling at Declan’s grasp as you bite your lip.
“Answer me,” Declan snaps impatiently. “Use your words.” “No, only you,” You get out, your voice shaky.
“Yeah?” Declan asked as his grasp on your hair drops, and your elbows have to fly up to try and catch you before your head drops back down to the desk. And you watch helplessly as Declan’s hands drop back down to your hips as he grips and thrusts into you harder and faster.
You can feel Declan’s control faltering as your own pleasure grows and grows. One of your hands slides down the desk between your body and the edge of the desk, where you find your clit and rub circles, your orgasm approaching as you clench down on Declan.
“Fuck, I’m gonna-” You gasp.
With a shudder, Delcan spills inside you.
And you both just pause there. Your eyes are watching his in the mirror of the makeup stand as you both just try to calm your breaths.
And then after a moment, Declan pulls out of you.
And the loss feels.. Sad. You feel empty.
And then you feel the drip, and you watch Declan’s expression in the mirror, and you know that he’s watching his spend drip out of you, and down your thighs.
“Mr. O’Hara?” A voice calls out from the door after a rapid knock. “Mr. Baddingham is asking to see you in his office.” “I’ll be right there, thank you,” Declan calls back out. In a deceptively normal, calm voice.
“Don’t leave,” Declan informs you as he pulls his pants up and buckles his belt. “I’m driving you home.”
And you can’t do anything but nod as you try not to look as wrecked as you feel.
