Red Dead Redemption 2 x Reader

Loose Ends (John x f!Reader, Lemon)

After Arthur's death devastated John, he had to take care of unfinished business. Collecting every letter addressed to Tacitus Killgore. It felt like Invasion of privacy, nonetheless, it had to be done. There were some letters he didn't dare to open. Around 20 from a l/n y/n. They were neatly placed onto the table in front of him, giving out a threatening aura. The latest letter was delivered just yesterday. He had to put an end to this or they would just keep coming in. He was astounded at the ornated and clean handwriting, the whole paper smelled like pricy women's perfume. His calm breathing hitched as several photos and hand-drawn pictures fell out of the envelope. John knew that Arthur had some secrets, but this one really surprised him. The same slightly chubby naked woman was seen fairly often. Some were just animals or cities.
"Jesus." He muttered under his breath clearly excited. The bang of the door made him jump.
"What's this all about Marston?" Uncle was as loud as ever.
"None of your business old man!"
"Yeah it is." He snatched one of the pictures. "Right after Abigail left ya huh?" A whistle accompanied his sentence.
"Give me that." John hissed at him and grabbed the rest of the letters.

...Arthur, I miss you. Please come visit me again in Saint Denis.

He was on his horse whilst he was still going through the messages. Face growing redder and redder with every Picture.
"I really shouldn't be doing that." John whispered to himself. He took a Deep breath, trying to stop gazing at the alluring form of the woman. Quickly cramming them into his satchel as he rode through the main gates of Saint Denis.

You were living in the rich parts of the City, wasting your time drawing "stupid Pictures" as your mom called it. A loud knock disturbed your peaceful writing session.
"Yes?" You said in a grumpy tone and opened the door. Eyes widened after you saw the scarred man in front of you. "What happened to him." You dropped your shoulder and looked at him in disbelief.
"What?"
"He told me you'd come if something happened to him."
"Arthur died."
Hugging yourself you turned around slowly sitting down in front of your table. "Will you come in please?"
The floorboards creaked under his weight as he slowly approached you.
"I'm really sorry that I didn't come sooner, ma'am."
"Call me y/n."
"y/n." He corrected himself.
"You saw them didn't you?"
"Maybe."
A small smile formed on your lips. "Did you like 'em?" His head was bright red again.
"I'll just take that as a yes." You looked at him and started speaking again. "Arthur always supported me in my art."
"What do you mean?"
"He posed for me. And I posed for him. Sadness was in his eyes but, whenever I praised him he lit up. I miss him." You could feel how you slowly slipped away into your dream again. John took a seat next to you. Head leaned against your arms as you reached out to his face. He was clearly taken aback as you ran over his scars.
"Please miss..." His pleas didn't reach you, it wasn't hard to see that he enjoyed this. Even though he shouldn't. He finally understood what Arthur found so Special about her, the touch she had and the voice she spoke with was so soft, caring and genuine. Something he unquestionably yet unconsciously yearned for.
"I know you need this as much as he did. John Marston." You said softly and cupped his cheek.
"I have a wife." He said shakily.
"She doesn't treat you right then." Just the few kisses you printed on his scars made him shiver ever so slightly.
"You're quite handsome." He never broke eye contact with you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, climbing up onto his lap. Arms still clung to his sides, he was really unsure about the situation.
"I'm not forcing you. It's just an offer." You purred into his ear and pressed your torso against his. Lips pursed against his throat as you waited for his answer. It's been ages since he was touched by a woman. Since Jack's birth, nothing really worked between him and Abigail anymore. Lips nipped at his skin as you grew impatient. His hands slowly moved to the small of your back and you couldn't stop smiling.
"This is so wrong." He whispered with closed eyes as you began to lick and suck on his neck.
"But it feels right doesn't it?"
"Yeah." His breathing hit your neck after he groaned softly. You worked him up extra slow in case he changed his mind.
"Sometimes men forget that they're allowed to feel sad or cry. It's the same with being taken care of by a woman." Hands caressed his face and neck before you started pecking the corners of his mouth.
"May I?" You said with your lips inches away from his. To your surprise, he pulled your head forwards and began to desperately lick against your warm lips. His hands were just as needy as his mouth, grabbing your butt and pulling you closer to his groin.
"You want me to do something Arthur really enjoyed?" You said breathily against his lips before slowly unbuttoning his shirt and trailing kisses down his collarbones to his chest. He nodded. Kneeling in front of him you fiddled with his zipper just waiting for a confused look. It didn't take long until you saw that, you giggled and pulled his pants down so you can examine his covered bulge.
"You're a big one." You eyed it carefully and palmed it, rubbing it up and down, unclothing it little by little in the progress.
"What the hell." He hissed after you placed firm kisses on his now naked cock, stopping at his glans and giving it extra attention.
"Jesus fuck." It was hard for him to contain his moans, he never experienced something like this before. You could feel him hit the back of your throat and you choked on his length. After you pulled back you took a few big breaths, looking directly into his eyes.
"Are you alright y/n?" You smiled brightly at his sweet concern and lazily jerked him off.
"You want me to use my mouth again?"
"Please." He said and cupped your cheek, pulling you closer and closer towards his cock again. Your tongue swirled around his dick obediently as his fingers moved up to your head and tangled in your hair. Noticing how his muscles contracted with every second, you sped up your pace, leaving him breathless. His hips began to move on his own, shallow thrusts made it harder for you to recover. Hands clung to his thighs as you repeatedly choked on him. He didn't seem to mind. His grip grew stronger and send sharp pain throughout your body. Tears streamed down your face as he shot his cum inside of you. Instinctively, you jerked back, gasping for air. After you caught your breath, you crawled on top of him again.
"You're not done yet, are you?" You said and teased him with your hot breath lingering on his lips. His hands wandered to your back, slowly undoing the buttons on your corset.
"I see." You leaned against him to make it easier. Fingertips traced down your back after he freed your skin, already pulling at your skirt. Lips sucked eagerly on your skin, pulling moans out of your mouth. You stepped back to get rid of your clothes, leaving him gawking at your curves. His hand instantly fondled your breasts and ass. He acted so desperate as if he'd lose you in the next second. You could feel his erection rising again between your legs, bouncing up and down on it to turn him on even further.
"May I?" His ragged breathing made your gut twist with pleasure.
"Yes." You moaned quietly and bit your lip. Rough hands lifted your butt up, leaving enough space for him to enter you. He was big, not as big as Arthur was but it still satisfied you. John's patience almost snapped after he was fully sheathed by your warm insides. You heard the curses under his breath as he slowly lifted you up and down, cunt gripping around his cock. Arms swiftly wrapped around his neck before he picked you up and settled you down on your desk, clumsily knocking over your inkpot.
"Oh god, I'm sorry."
"Just shut up and fuck me harder." You hissed at him and pulled him down by his hair. Lips smothered against each other and his hand moved from the puddle of ink to your face, softly cupping it. The distance between you grew bigger again, marking the trail from your face to your legs with ink as he gripped your waist. Hard thrusts made the table squeak in pure agony. You could feel him squeezing your love handles, he pounded into your harder and harder.
"Oh god, y/n." He moaned every time he hit the end of your cunt. The sensation of him hitting your cervix made your toes curl up in pleasure. The ink on your skin slowly began to dry up and you reached out after him, arching your back just shortly after he hit your g-spot. You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked at him dreamy-eyed, watching sweat roll down his face.
"I'm gonna cum." You said softly and placed your right hand on his shoulder. He only nodded. It was easy to tell that he wasn't a big talker and he was close as well.
"Ah... fuck." He growled and pushed you down again, torso rubbing up against your breasts. Your orgasm was quiet but intense, swallowing your whines and moans as you threw your head back. His opened mouth rested against your neck after he came inside of you. The warmth of him left you abruptly, he stood there wide-eyed.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry." Panic was written all over his face.
"Don't you worry about a thing." Your fingertips brought immediate relaxation to his mind, pulling him closer to your face again before nipping at his lips.
"I'll explain later, let us get cleaned up first."
After you got off of the table he wrapped his arms around you, making you giggle into the crook of his neck.