I'm so glad you're writing for Declan, he definitely needs more love. Since you asked for requests, I'd love to read something with Declan being jealous, like the reader starts making him jealous with Baz or Rupert after seeing Declan go to London to see Maudie's play or something like that. That's just an idea; essentially, I'd really like to read something with him losing control because of jealousy. I apologize if there are any mistakes, english is not my first language. I hope you have a great day!!
Thank you for the request, my love!! I hope you like this! It was so fun to write <3
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You knew it was a bad idea the moment you started.
But the green-eyed monster got you when Declan told you he was going up to see Maud in “A Doll's House” in London.
Now, taking the kids up to London to see their mother perform? That you could have understood.
You’re a reasonable woman.
But there was nary a child in sight.
No, just the man you had been sleeping with for the last two months headed off to see his wife.
“I’m going for a meeting with the BBC about the Yeats Documentary, but if Maud finds out that I was in London and didn’t come see the show, she’ll murder me.”
“Just one night,” He’d reassured you. Pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’ll hardly notice I’m gone.”
And like an idiot, you’d just smiled and nodded.
The pathetic behavior of a lovestruck idiot.
Because you’d spent the night alone watching Top of the Pops and eating a quart of Ice Cream in your flat. Painfully aware of Delcan’s absence in your evening, as you tried and struggled to sleep alone in your bed.
Only to wake up to a photo of Delcan and Maud posing on the front and center on the social pages.
His arm slung low around his waist as she plastered herself to his chest. Maud gave eyes to the camera while Declan stared straight down the lens.
Fine.
Two could play that game.
You were around The Priory with the others working on the Venturer project when Delcan’s ratty old hatchback pulled around the drive.
“Bas, darling, can you help me with something?” You asked sweetly as you gestured for him to come over to your desk.
“‘Course,” He replied as he ambled over.
You smiled up at him sweetly, knowing that this would do the trick.
“I’m afraid I just don’t seem to understand the rules,” You told Bas with a shake of your head as you jabbed your finger into the production plan for the Polo match they were supposed to be filming this weekend. “Can you explain them to me again? I want to make sure I have it down before we cover the match.”
Men were so easy.
It didn’t take some sort of vixen to figure out how to manipulate men. Just learning the simple fact that men liked to explain things to you.
And if there was one thing that Bas loved to talk about, it was Polo.
And before you knew it, he’d launched into an animated explanation.
“The field is like the road, and each horse is a car. Just like on the road, you absolutely do not want to crash,” Bas explains as he leans over your shoulder, one arm braced on the back of your chair, the other holding your pencil, using the sheet of paper in front of you as a field as he drew little ‘x’s and ‘o’s all over it as he spoke.
“Imagine the ball leaves an invisible, glowing trail behind it as it rolls, like a laser beam. The player who hit it last, or the player closest to it, owns that highway. If you are on defense, you cannot just cross that highway right in front of them. That is a massive foul because it causes head-on collisions. You have to safely merge lanes next to them.” You nodded along. Turning your face to the side as you looked up at Bas, catching sight of Declan across the room, right where he’d been when he’d first walked in.
Still not making his way over to you.
Fine.
Then you’d keep playing your game.
“And who’s the chukker?” You asked as you blinked up at Bas. Bas chuckled. “Not a who. It’s the periods of play, darling, are you really that hopeless?” “‘Fraid so,” You replied with a shrug as you pouted up at him.
Bas shook his head.
“It’s a very uh- physical game. Should we talk through hooking now?” “What’s hooking?” You asked innocently.
Declan called your name out sharply. Too sharp and too loud for the room, which was saying something, given how rowdy this crowd got when they got working.
You and Bas both looked up sharply.
“A word?” Declan called out with a jerk of his head. You nodded.
“One sec, I’ll be right back,” You told Bas with a squeeze on his upper arm as you pushed out of your chair and moved to follow Declan as he pushed through the door into his actual office.
You didn’t stick around long enough to hear Bas’ response. If there is any. Because you don’t really care.
All you care about is Declan.
And what exactly he has to say for himself.
You close the door to his office firmly behind you. Crossing your arms over your chest as you step into the room to face Declan, where he’s already leaning against the edge of his desk, cigarette perched between his lips as he shakes his head at you.
“You are unbelievable,” He scoffed as he looked you up and down. “That was a cute little stunt out there.” “I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” You said slowly. “You’re not?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. “You’re not aware of the way you were gazing up at Bas like a little puppy dog?” “Are you a stray, pretty girl? A lost puppy looking for a new owner?” You frowned. A deep crease forming between your brows.
You didn’t want to deign to answer that question.
“Bas was helping me with the plan for the polo match,” You told him. “I wasn’t aware I wasn’t allowed to work with our coworkers anymore.”
“You might be able to fool a man like Bas with the dumb little girl act, but I know you better than to try that with me,” Declan replied lowly.
“Come here,” He ground out impatiently.
Your feet were carrying you forward before your brain could react. “Did you like it?” Declan murmured as his hand reached out, grasping at your hip as he pulled you up against him, “His hand on your back, his breath on the side of your face?” He murmured as he leaned forward, his lips ghosting over your cheek, your ear, and down to your neck, lips barely touching your skin, ghosting over your skin before he pulled away to look at you, waiting for your response. “No,” You replied with a quiet, shaky breath as you shook your head. “Then why’d you do it?” Declan asked. “Because I was mad at you, and I wanted to make you jealous,” You admitted in your small voice as your gaze dropped down to your shoes.
Declan frowned as he reached out for your chin, and tilted your head back up so your eyes had to reach his. “What did I do to deserve that?” “I saw the picture in the paper this morning, Declan,” You replied with a sigh.
“What?” Declan asked, leaning back against the desk, his brow furrowed in confusion. “There was a photo of you and her in the paper,” You replied. “Did you sleep with her last night, Delcan? After you saw her show?” You asked. Your voice gained volume and emotion as you looked back at him. All of the anxious thoughts from earlier this morning are coming fresh into your mind. “Are you going back to your wife?” “What?” Declan asked in disbelief. “I just want to know how much longer I have left with you,” You admitted in a bout of honesty you’d never prepared to admit aloud.
How much you liked Declan. How much you wanted a future with him. And how scared you were of losing him. How it felt inevitable. “Are you kidding me?” Declan scoffed. “The picture is nothing. How many times do I have to tell you I’m not with her?” “That’s not what it looked like in that photo,” You replied stubbornly. “Fuck the photo!” Declan snapped. His voice louder than you were prepared for, and you jolted with a shudder of surprise at the volume. “I’m sorry, but fucking hell, it’s nothing! We’re over,” Declan continued. “She’s your wife, Delcan,” You replied. “I’d understand if you went back to her. I wouldn’t like it. But I’d understand.” “I won’t be a mistress,” You continued with a shake of your head. “I-” “You are my everything,” Declan cut you off. “Don’t you understand?”
“What?” You asked. “It’s you,” Declan implored. “You. Not her. Not anymore. Not last night. And never again.” “Only you,” He reiterated.
You studied his eyes closely as you watched him speak. You knew when he was talking shit. But this… this was all true. Which was horrifying, and exhilarating, all at once.
“Promise?” You asked as a peek of a smile cut through. “Swear,” Delcan replied as he mirrored your grin with one of his own as he pulled you close and pressed a kiss to your lips.
Hungry and desperate and smiling.
And you were smiling too. “Then prove it,” You told Delcan when you pulled back for a breath of air.
Declan smirked down at you.
“Gladly,” He replied as the hand he had curled around the back of your neck trailed down your spine notch by notch until it palmed your ass as the hand on your waist pulled you up to straddle your legs on either side of one of his thighs.
A hand on either hip guided your hips through the motion of a slow grind against Declan’s thigh, the friction of his pant leg through your own pants, and all of the layers of clothing between him and the wet heat pooling between your legs was still enough to send a shock of pleasure through your body.
“I think you liked making me jealous,” Declan murmured in your ear as his hands slowly guided you to a steady grinding pace as your clit found purchase on the delicious sensation of the pressure of the drag down his leg. “Turning me into a man possessed.”
“Wanting to own you. Claim you. In front of everyone. Not caring who sees,” He continued as he pushed you down harder.
“Who could walk into this room any minute and see you, pathetic and writhing on top of me, desperate for any release I’ll give you.” “Declan,” You whined.
“You like it,” He replied as he pressed his lips to yours again, kissing you soundly, slipping his tongue between your lips to explore your mouth. “You love it. What we have. And so do I. More than anything,” He said, breathless, when you broke apart again. “Fuck you’re so gorgeous, baby,” He groaned as he looked down at your still-moving hips. “Those little sounds, and the way you take anything I give you.”
You whined again, high and needy as you felt the pressure begin to build. Fuck, you were so close.
“No other man could treat you like this,” Declan told you. “Bas could never get you this hot and bothered, all without even taking off your clothes, now could he?” “Dec, I’m close,” You gasped. “Come, baby,” He told you as he let you find just the right angle and pressure to come.
Your orgasm crested over you with a silent gasp for air as your back arched before you dropped your head into Delcan’s shoulder.
He rubbed his hands up and down your sides as you caught your breath.
“Take off your pants, baby,” He finally spoke.
You stepped off of him on shaky legs and unbuckled your belt, and then unbuttoned your trousers, pulling them and your now-soaked underwear off in one swoop before pulling your blouse over your head as well.
Almost completely naked, other than your bra, as you stood in front of Declan, still fully clothed, despite the fact that you could see the outline of his hard cock through his own trousers.
Declan moved to flip your positions, turning you so that your ass pressed into the edge of the desk before he lifted you from under your ass to perch right on the edge of the desk. His large palms then moved to spread your thighs and expose your naked cunt to the cool air of his office.
“Fuck, so gorgeous for me,” Declan groaned as he dropped one hand to palm his cock through his pants before they came back up to rub up and down your thighs. “All swollen and wet.” “Dec-” But before you could protest to the teasing, Declan’s mouth dipped to the apex of your thighs and moved against you, his nose pressed into you as his tongue lapped at your hole.
Devouring you.
A man possessed.
Or maybe the more accurate description was a man starved.
Because he lapped at your hole and the release of your first orgasm, at your clit, and your whole core like he hadn’t eaten in days.
It was ferocious and unrelenting.
Your second orgasm came on fast and hard. Rolling over you with a full body spasm as your thighs clenched over Delcan’s ears, refusing to release him until the aftershocks made their way through you like a current.
“Fuck, Declan,” You groaned when you finally felt like you’d caught your breath enough to speak.
“I know, baby, you’re doing so good,” He reassured you as he pushed himself up from his knees to kiss you.
The salty, tangy taste of your own come mixed with his spit and your own, as you kiss him soundly. But you were too keyed up to give it another thought. “I want you to fuck me,” You told Delcan softly. “And I will,” Declan replied as your hands began to fumble with his pants. “I’m going to make sure you never forget who you belong to.”
“Declan,” You protested as he swatted your shaky fingers away and ripped his pants open and shucked them down to his thighs, impatient as he pulled out the hard, hot length of his cock, wasting no time pressing the ruddy head against your still weeping hole, the spend of two orgasms leaking out. “You pull a stunt like that again, and I won’t be as nice about this,” He warned as he pushed into you, slow, but deep, as he pressed himself in until your hip bones met. And you felt impossibly full. The way you always did when Declan fucked you.
“I don’t need you to be nice,” You told him with a slight shake of your head as you urged your core to relax and allow Delcan to move.
“Good,” Declan replied as he began to move. The pace was fast and quick, frantic the way this whole reunion of sorts had been. You were desperate. But so was he. And it was hard to keep track of whose hands were where and whose mouth was kissing what, but you could feel him everywhere.
Delcan’s hands on your hips, squeezing your breasts through your bra, sucking on your neck, your collar bone, kissing your lips. While your hands fumbled for purchase in his hair, then his neck, before helplessly pawing at his back, raking your nails over him again and again as you slipped down the material of his shirt.
“Fuck, Declan, feels so good-” You groaned.
All of your sounds were met with groans of Delcan’s own, little moans and sighs matched by their equal, their opposite.
Their partner.
“Tell me I’m the only one who can fuck you like this,” Declan told you. “Tell me.”
“You’re the only one,” You reassured him, the response coming quick and immediate. It wasn’t a thought. Or a consideration. He was. He was the only one you wanted. The only one you needed.
“I’m gonna come,” Declan ground. The silent question of where hanging in the air between you as you moved to meet him, trying to chase your own climax. “Inside,” You replied as your hands dropped down to his hips, and moved to palm at his ass, helping push him deeper inside of you. “Inside?” Delcan asked. Like he’d hallucinated your answer. “Inside,” You confirmed with a nod as you gazed into his eyes, hoping that your own were expressing the truth of your statement to him.
You wanted to feel him everywhere.
“Fuck, you’re so-” And then his hips stuttered, and you felt the hot release of him deep in you.
Your left hand moved to the apex of your thighs, finding your clit as Declan fucked a few more stuttered thrusts into you, fucking his come deep inside as you brought your own climax on with a shudder and a groan, clenching tightly around where Declan was still sheathed inside your core.
“Fuck,” You hissed as Delcan finally pulled out of you, the emptiness and the drip of both of your spend following.
“You look so pretty like this,” Delcan murmured as he pressed a kiss to your temple.
“Maybe I should make you jealous more often,” You quipped.
“Bloody hell,” Delcan groaned. “That’s gonna be what you take away from this?”