Red Dead Redemption 2 x Reader

Red wine drunk (Arthur x f!Reader, Lemon)

A/N: Ohhh yeaaah hitting you with that double upload~
Again, so blown away by all the support from you guys! Trying to get the requests out as fast as possible <3
Thank you so much!

Oh, he regretted it now. All the teasing finally got back to him. It started with a slight brush against your hand and developed into endless days littered with his flirtations. Arthur was interested in you, to say the least. But you enjoyed it.
"Nobody messes with y/n Van der Linde." You whispered into his ear as you stood behind him. The mayor of Saint Denis, Henri Lemieux invited you three for dinner since you've prevented the assassination of the corrupt bureaucrat, even though it was unintentional and pure coincidence. You took a seat right in front of Arthur and leaned your head against your fist, pulling down your dress far enough for him to see one cup of your pricy bra. A quiet sigh was heard before he leaned back and stared at you.
"My friends!" Dutch exclaimed as he entered the room with his arms wide open. "The mayor is a real gentleman." Both of you jumped in your seat and looked at him.
"Oh please, Mister Van der Linde."
As the two older men laughed, Arthur just stared at you in confusion.
"The food will be here soon, Ma'am." He bowed towards you. "Mister Kilgore." They were both chuckling as you were left in the dark without any information. Whilst Henri and Dutch were clearly too busy to notice you, you desperately searched for Arthur's eye contact.

"Ah finally!" The mayor exclaimed in glee as multiple butlers came in. It smelled delicious and you looked wide-eyed at the roasted meat. The evening was quite enjoyable until Arthur and you were cut out of the conversation again and you decided that he didn't give you enough attention. You slipped out of your shoe and slowly moved your foot up his leg. His face was already red from all the wine he had, it was hard to read his emotions. After giving him a shy smile you moved higher, sole resting against his knee. Silently you mouthed the words "Come on", grinned and cocked your head to the side. He moved his chair closer to the table and slouched on it. Arthur's legs were spread wide enough now for you to try something riskier. His soft pants immediately caved in when you added a little bit of pressure against his soft cock. Two soft strokes and a firm one. Your rhythm drove him crazy, but he had to keep it together. By the time he was hard, you couldn't hide your cocky grin.
"Don't you think so too, ma'am?" Lemieux interrupted your daydreaming. You didn't know what they were speaking about but you didn't stop massaging the flustered in front of you.
"Oh... yeah!" You gave him a bright smile.
"That's my girl!" Dutch laughed and looked at you two. "Arthur, are you alright?"
"I don't know Dutch. I think I need to lie down." He said and brought his hand up to his forehead to hide his bright red face.
"Please, feel free to use the guest room. I'll have Jean Marc guide you to it."
"Can I help him, dad?" You said and unnoticeably slipped your shoe on again.
"Sure."
"Please, follow me." Jean said and slowly walked to the room. "If you need anything just call me."
The door squeaked before it closed shut.
"You're crazy." Arthur roughly pulled you against him, immediately licking at your lips.
"Runs in the family." You purred and cupped his half-chub, tightening your grip when he grabbed your ass. Cold air hit your thighs as he slowly worked your dress up. Hissing at the pain of his fingers sinking into your skin. He pulled you up and you wrapped your legs around his hips, stumbling towards a desk before placing you on it. For a few seconds, he stared at you in complete awe before diving down between your breasts. The wine made him lose his held-back attitude and he acted out on his desires for the first time, kissing and sucking on every inch of exposed skin.
"Arthur." You moaned and ruffled his hair. He was rough and fast, forcefully pulling down your blouse and bra. Soft thrusts against your clothed sex were as far as you two would ever go before. This time it was gonna be different. His thumbs were already tugging at your panties, seems like you really riled him up earlier.
"Don't you feel sick that you want to fuck the daughter of the man you grew up with?" You harshly pulled him up by his hair and bit his lower lip.
"Why would I." He purred and pulled your panties to the side, rubbing punishing slow circles around your clit with his thumb.
"You're the one that is interested in a man twice your age." Right after finishing his sentence he plunged two fingers in, scissoring and massaging your insides. After messing you up enough he brought the digits up to your mouth. Cleaning his fingers subserviently, you could still feel your need in between your legs.
"Arthur!" You yelped in surprise as you felt the head of his dick prod against your wet entrance.
"Wait." You moaned and got a little bit more comfortable. He was ruthless, his thrusts were hard and fast from the start.
"You're too rough!" You blurted out secretly enjoying it, the risk of being caught frightened but also excited you. Hands immediately grabbed onto the edge of the table as it rattled underneath you. His pace didn't let up and in an attempt at fixing his stumbly balance, he knocked over a lamp. Despite the commotion, he still didn't stop.
"Y/n." Arthur moaned repeatedly.
"Are you alright, mister?" Jean Marc burst into the room due to the loud noise. "Oh my god! I'm sorry."
"No word to anyone, you hear me?" Arthur slurred his words and pointed at him.
"I originally came here to tell you that mister Van Der Linde is waiting for you." He paused and eyed your half-exposed, flustered body. "I'll tell him you will join him soon." The door closed again and Arthur sighed.
"I'm sorry." He said and looked at you with sad eyes. The alcohol clearly made his mind blurry, but the way he acted now was rather adorable.
"Don't worry, there's always gonna be a next time." You pushed him back and kissed him softly. "I'm just glad it wasn't my dad who caught us." Arthur started to tidy up his and your clothes.

"Finally! Let's head home." You rolled your eyes at Dutch's fake enthusiasm.
Since Arthur was too drunk to ride his horse, you took up the role. On your way home you heard him grumble behind you multiple times and his face almost disappeared in the crook of your neck.
"Kiss." He whispered into your ear and looked at you for a few minutes until you finally turned your head around and gave him a few soft kisses, hoping Dutch didn't see it.