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Declan O'Hara X Reader - Breaking Ties

Declan x Fem Reader - Breaking Ties - 18+ MDNI

The first time you ever called Declan O’Hara an overrated blowhard on live television, you hadn’t expected it to go viral. You’d expected some pushback, maybe a snide comment from him in return, but the sheer volume of online debate? The memes? The slow-motion clip of him scoffing at his phone, captioned when Y/N destroys your entire career in sixty seconds?

Yeah. That had been a surprise.

What wasn’t a surprise was the way it escalated. The way you and Declan had developed an entire side hustle of televised sparring. Any time his name came up in a broadcast, producers made sure you were the one covering it. Any time you were on a panel, you could count on him showing up with a smug smile and a loaded rebuttal. You played into it, of course—people loved a good rivalry, and Declan was an easy target. His ego alone was practically a sport.

But now, standing in the network’s boardroom, arms crossed as the head producer beamed at the both of you, you felt like you were about to regret every single word you’d ever said about him.

“This is a great opportunity,” the producer said, clearly unaware of the murder you were plotting in your head. “You two have undeniable chemistry, and the ratings prove it. So, congratulations—you’re co-hosting Game On for the next three months.”

You blinked. Declan let out a low chuckle.

“Excuse me?” you said at the same time he drawled, “Oh, this’ll be fun.”

The producer clasped his hands together. “The network loves your dynamic. People tune in just to see you argue. So we’re leaning into it. You’ll be co-hosting live coverage, interviews, analysis. We want the full Y/N vs. Declan experience.”

You turned your head slowly to look at him. Declan was already watching you, all dark amusement and arrogance. He tipped his head to the side, as if to say go on, then. Say something else to ruin my career.

Your fingers curled against your biceps. “You expect me to work with him for three months?”

Declan made a mock-wounded noise. “Three whole months? Whatever will you do?”

“I don’t know. Maybe quit. Maybe strangle you on live television.”

“That would be great for ratings,” he said with a grin. “But I’d prefer if you just admitted you can’t resist me.”

Your nostrils flared. “I’m going to resist you straight into the grave.”

“See?” the producer said, clapping his hands. “That’s the energy we want!”

You inhaled through your nose. Exhaled through gritted teeth. Declan was still looking at you, eyes glinting like he’d already won. You weren’t about to let that happen.

“Fine,” you said, straightening. “I’ll do it.”

Declan’s grin widened. “This is going to be fun.”

Spoiler: It was not fun.

By week two, you’d gotten very good at ignoring the way Declan O’Hara filled a room. You’d learned to ignore the way his voice rolled like smoke when he leaned too close, the way his stupidly sharp suits always seemed designed to taunt you. You’d even gotten good at ignoring the way your skin buzzed when your hands brushed while exchanging papers.

What you hadn’t mastered was ignoring the way he looked at you when the cameras weren’t rolling.

When you were on air, it was business as usual—biting remarks, narrowed eyes, cutting smirks. But off-camera? Declan was different. He watched you with something unreadable in his expression, something you refused to acknowledge because acknowledging it would be playing right into whatever game he thought you were playing.

And then there were moments like tonight.

You were in a hotel bar, stuck covering an out-of-town game, sipping a drink as you scrolled through your notes. Declan slid into the seat across from you, the scent of his cologne drifting into your space.

“No cameras,” he said. “You don’t have to pretend to hate me.”

You glanced up, already scowling. “Who says I’m pretending?”

He smirked, tilting his glass toward you. “You’re cute when you lie.”

Your grip tightened around your drink. “You’re infuriating.”

“And yet,” he mused, taking a slow sip, “you haven’t walked away.”

Damn him. He was right. And worse, he knew it.

You set your drink down with a click. “What do you want, O’Hara?”

His gaze flickered, something heavier than amusement settling in his eyes. “I think you already know.”

You swallowed. Hard.

He leaned in, close enough that his breath ghosted across your cheek. “Tell me, Y/N,” he murmured, voice low and slow, “when you call me insufferable, do you do it just to convince yourself?”

You scoffed, but your pulse betrayed you. “Please. You’re barely tolerable.”

His lips twitched, gaze dropping to your mouth before flicking back up. “You sure about that?”

A slow heat unfurled in your stomach. Your breath hitched, and for one maddening second, you almost—almost—leaned in.

But then he smirked, pulling back like he hadn’t just turned your world inside out.

“See you on set, sweetheart,” he murmured before sauntering away, leaving you seething, flustered, and very, very aware that this game was nowhere near over.

You were doomed.

Because the next time you saw him, it wasn’t in the safety of the studio or the controlled chaos of a press event—it was in the elevator of your hotel, alone, with the tension between you crackling like a live wire.

Declan stepped in just as the doors slid shut, his gaze locking onto yours with the weight of something unspoken. The air grew thick, heavy, suffocating.

“You seem tense,” he murmured, voice smooth as sin. “Long day?”

You folded your arms, refusing to back down. “I’d be less tense if you weren’t here.”

He chuckled, low and knowing. “Now, we both know that’s not true.”

The elevator lurched to a stop between floors. A mechanical groan echoed through the space, and then—nothing. Silence.

Declan exhaled a short laugh. “Well, isn’t this convenient?”

Your heart pounded. You could handle his taunts. You could handle the banter. But being trapped with him in a confined space, with nothing but the heat of his gaze and the tension simmering between you?

You were in trouble.

And judging by the way Declan was watching you—like he knew exactly what he was doing—you weren’t getting out of this without crossing a line neither of you could uncross.

The minutes ticked by as you both waited for the elevator to magically fix itself. Despite the situation, neither of you reach for the red button on the panel that will call for help.

The elevator was still stuck. Silence stretched between you and Declan, thick with something you didn’t dare name.

Then he stepped closer.

“You’re breathing faster,” he murmured.

“You’re imagining things.”

“Am I?” His gaze flickered to your lips.

The air between you tightened. Your pulse thudded in your throat. You could step away. You could shut this down.

Or you could let it happen.

Declan reached up, tracing a finger along your jaw, tilting your chin just enough—

And then his mouth was on yours.

It wasn’t tentative. It wasn’t hesitant. It was hot and demanding, years of tension snapping like a live wire. His hands found your waist, pulling you against him as your fingers curled into his shirt. A low sound rumbled in his chest like he’d been waiting for this as long as you had.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, he smirked.

“Still barely tolerable?” he murmured.

You swallowed hard. “Shut up and kiss me again.”

After those words, stopping what you were doing felt like trying to stop an oncoming train. Impossible. He practically mauled you, pushing you against the reflective elevator wall and causing a gasp to escape from your lips from the impact. He kissed you just as hard and passionate as you'd hoped. Your hands roamed over his muscular body in his perfectly tailored suit. His hands made their way down your waist to grab your ass firmly as he kissed you like he meant it. This was not a casual flirty gesture.

He had been thinking about this too.

The kiss was interrupted by the chime of a bell and the loud whirring of the elevator coming back to life. You pulled apart breathlessly as the lift continued its journey up. You had the instinct to step back but he kept his grip on you firm.

“You know the fun doesn't have to stop here. Maybe we could go back to my hotel room or yours. Doesn't matter.” He proposed his deep voice slightly breathy which sent a shiver down your spine.

“There's no turning back from this Declan.” You whispered looking up into his intense eyes.

“ Y/N I don't think I can continue pretending that you're not always on my mind.” he replied glancing down at your lips briefly.

“Fuck it.” You muttered under your breath before you threw caution to the wind. You threw your arms around his neck and rose to your toes to kiss him. He leaned in, meeting you halfway and your lips met. He surprised you, picking you up and carrying you out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened on his floor. He walked you down the hall barely stopping to look where he was going and suddenly you were pressed against his door. He skillfully managed to open the door using his keycard and all the while trailing kisses down your neck and jaw which left you gasping and letting out soft moans. He pushed inside the room closing the door behind him and immediately throwing you down on the bed. You couldn't help the small giggle that came out of you as you hit the mattress. He didn't waste any time like a predator stalking his prey, he was suddenly on top of you continuing where you left off. He slowly kissed a trail down your body to your core his trimmed mustache brushing against your exposed skin. Once there he stopped and looked up at you flashing you with a smirk that sent a rush of heat to your already wet pussy.

You had often fantasized about what it would be like to sit on that perfectly trimmed mustache but now the opportunity was right there in front of you.

“ Can I darling?” He asked you as if you could say no to him when he looked up at you like that.

“Fuck yes.” You rushed out taking off the tight dress you wore at the hotel bar, revealing your already-soaked panties. Declan let out a low rumble of appreciation at the sight, he pulled the soaked fabric to the side exposing you and sending cold air to your heated core. Your breath caught when he placed a soft slow kiss on your clit. Then he started to use his tongue to trace patterns on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You moaned arching your back against the soft white comforter. He let out a low sound of satisfaction when not even minutes later he had you coming on his face. He pulled back proud of his work and the way he looked at you made you question why the both of you didn't do this sooner.

He took out his wallet and pulled out a condom. You quirked an eyebrow at him smiling at how sexy he looked with your cum glistening off his mustache.

“You tasted just as good as I expected. Maybe even better. Now come here so I can confirm your pussy is just as mind-blowing as I know it is.” He made quick work of undoing his pants and taking off his suit jacket and shirt. You reached the edge of the bed to face him and pulled off your ruined panties, throwing them on the floor. You were just the perfect height so when his hard dick fell out of his boxers you took it in your mouth.

“Oh fuck Y/N” His hand instinctively gripped the hair at the nape of your neck as you added your hand into the mix and gripped the base of his shaft. Then you heard the tearing of the condom wrapper, you pulled away as he rolled the condom onto his length.

You sat at the edge of the bed and he leaned down to kiss you once more gripping your hips and positioning himself at your entrance. You leaned back onto the bed propping your hips to hang off the edge of the bed. His muscular arms caged you in and with one slow stroke, he pushed in. You both moaned at the sensation and then he fucked you. Hard.

Declan O’Hara may be stubborn, a workaholic and slightly difficult to work with at times but god damn was he good in bed. He set a punishing pace at first, pounding into you with a force that shook the bed and left you in a fit of gasps and moans. He took and gave pleasure at the same time, kissing you, then pinching one of your nipples as he ravaged you. Months of stares across crowded offices and tense work meetings, always left you wanting to jump his bones and kill him at the same time. Now the two of you were letting it all out in the open in a way that felt like destruction but also the best sex of your entire life. He leaned back, slowing his pace slightly but going deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“You are so addicting Y/N. Everything about you, your smile, your scent, your pussy. I won't be able to quit you after this. I already know it.” He said in a low seductive voice that made you curl your toes.

“Is that your way of asking me out O’Hara?” You teased in between moans but he punished you by pounding into you suddenly making you moan even louder. You smirked back at him mischievously.

“ Maybe. All I know is that you and I are not leaving this hotel room until I've given you one orgasm for every argument we've had in the last 3 months.” He matched your devilish smirk and it sent anticipation rushing through your body.

“We have fought a lot in the past few months Declan.” You stated breathlessly as he continued his slow deep thrusts that pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

��Exactly.” His smile widened as he picked up speed once again and reached down with one hand to rub circles on your clit with two fingers.

Your orgasm hit like a strike of lightning. Sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as he relentlessly drove into you.

“Fuck yes Y/N you're gonna make me cum.” He rasped out, his deep voice rolling over you sending shivers down your spine.

He finished and pulled out after a few more slow thrusts. He cleaned himself off as you lay back on the bed in a daze from one of the best orgasms you've ever had. You felt the weight of the bed dip at your side as he settled on the bed next to you. You rolled on your side to face him and admire the beautiful sight of a naked, dishevelled Declan.

“That was amazing. It makes me question why we didn't do this sooner.” You laughed your voice still airy from all the moaning.

“What makes you think we're done?” He let out a deep chuckle that made you hold back a shudder.

The night continued with Declan fulfilling his promise to you. One for each fight.

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