Dutch Van der Linde X Female Reader
Summary: Dutch takes you to Angelo Bronte's party at the Mayor's house, but he doesn't like other people looking at you or Bronte taking an interest in you.
WARNINGS: NSFW/Smut
Word Count: 3100
Smoothing down your dress and adjusting the necklace to lay just right on your chest, you finished getting ready. Mary-Beth had helped you with your hair and dress, making sure that everything was perfect before leaving you in the room that you shared with Dutch.
Some members of the gang had been invited to the mayor's party in Saint Denis by Angelo Bronte. Dutch had picked those who would join him and has asked you to accompany him as his date, of course you agreed. Always happy to spoil you, Dutch had brought you a new outfit.
You looked at yourself in the mirror and took in your new look. You didn't think that you have ever been so dressed up before, wearing the new dress and jewels that Dutch had gotten for you.
The door behind you opened and closed, making you turn to see Dutch entering the room.
"You look absolutely stunning, my love" Dutch complimented with a smile as he walked up to you.
"It's not too much?" you asked, with it being so different to what you were used to.
"Of course not. You're going to be the belle of the ball" Dutch assured you, placing his hands on your waist but holding you at arms length to get a good luck at you.
"If you say so" you smiled, knowing that he wouldn't lie to you. Dutch pulled you towards him, capturing your lips in a kiss.
"I do" he insisted quietly as he pulled away from the kiss.
"Now, get ready or we'll be late" you warned him, making him laugh to himself as he nodded and stepped away from you.
Dutch got ready, wearing a new suit he got just for the occasion, before meeting with Hosea, Arthur, and Bill. Who would be attending the party as well.
The five of you rode to the mayors how. It wasn't the most comfortable ride, being squished between Dutch and Arthur, but at least you got some champagne.
Once you arrived, everyone had to hand over their guns at the front gate and a man named Luca offered to take you to Angelo Bronte. Hosea and Bill waited outside, where the party was taking place, while you, Dutch and Arthur followed Luca upstairs. The man led you out onto a balcony where you were instantly greeted by an Italian man.
"Ah, the angry cowboys, you've arrived...and you've washed" the Italian man, that you quickly realised was Angelo Bronte, smiled but then proceeded to speak to his friends in Italian. You assumed something rude. "Ah, and even better, you brought a friend. Who is this?" he asked, looking at you now.
"This is miss L/n, she's joining us for the night" Dutch introduced you to the man.
"A pleasure to meet you, Signorina" Angelo Bronte smiled as he took your hand in his.
"It's nice to meet you too, Signor Bronte" you responded politely, trying your best not to physically cringe when he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.
When he released your hand, you wasted no time before stepping closer to Dutch, who placed a hand on the small of your back.
"This is quite the party you've invited us to" Dutch spoke, getting the man's attention on him again. "So...this is Saint Denis high society?" he asked as he walked up to the balcony railing, moving you to stand between him and Arthur, away from Bronte who stood on the other side of Dutch.
"Yes, apparently so" Bronte nodded before going on to share the dirty laundry of the other guests, telling you all how much he despised them.
The three of you just listened, pretending to be interested and amused by his jokes. You hadn't known this man for long but you already knew that he was somebody you would aim to avoid. A member of high society who knows he is important and thinks he can not be replaced, thinks that nobody can touch him. It's a shame you all had to play nice this evening.
"Well, uh, it has been wonderful conversing with you but I can tell that you are very busy and I won't waste anymore of your time" Dutch tried to polite excuse you all once the other man was finished talking.
"Yes, yes, yes go enjoy yourselves and mingle with these vulgar scum. If your lady friend would like to avoid these people, she is welcome to join us here" Bronte faked a welcoming demeanour, but you felt Dutch's hand flex against your back at his words.
"A generous offer but I'm sure I'll be fine with Dutch" you assured him before Dutch could speak, moving closer to him and placing your hand on his chest. "Thank you anyway, Signor Bronte" you smiled politely.
"Good day, gentlemen" Dutch nodded at him.
"Good day to you" Bronte repeated. "But before you go..." he spoke, stopping you just before you could leave and making you all turn back to him. "What exactly are your plans here?" he asked.
"We've not made any...well...we are going to need some money" Dutch confessed, deciding not to lie.
"Money...yes, of course. Well, there's money at the trolley station. They keep a lot of cash there in the day. Now I could not involved myself in such matters but you...as a guest, yes. As my quest, do it! Okay, good day, gentlemen" Bronte told you before dismissing you all again.
"Goodbye" Dutch nodded at him before the three of you left, following Luca down the stairs. He showed you outside before leaving you all, letting you meet with Hosea and Bill.
"Gentlemen, let's go ingratiate ourselves" Dutch smiled as he greeted the two other men. "Okay. Arthur, go find the mayor if you can, and stay outta trouble. And steal nothing...unless it's information" he told the younger man.
"Of course" Arthur nodded before walking away.
"Hosea, you go find us some place to rob. Bill, go make us some new friends" Dutch gave them their jobs and they nodded before leaving.
"What about us?" you asked, looking out at the party.
"I've gotta find out if old Cornwall and Milton knows we're here...then I'll meet with you again. It won't take long, I promise" Dutch told you, not liking that he had to leave you alone.
"Alright but don't keep me waiting" you smiled, leaning up and kissing his cheek before walking away.
You joined the party, taking the time to see if you could find some information while Dutch went to do what he needed to do.
You moved from group to group, managing to get more information from the women. They seemed to have a lot to complain about when it came to their husbands, while the men were more interested in boosting about their accomplishments and flirting with you than giving you any useful information.
You just finished speaking with a man who had a lot to drink, making him spill information more readily, and were looking for your next target.
"Signorina L/n" a familiar voice came from behind you and you turned to see Angelo Bronte. "Where is your date for the evening?" he asked with a fake interest.
"Tending to some business, he'll be back soon" you told him simply.
"And he just left you alone? That doesn't seem right" Bronte hummed. "How about a dance?" he asked.
"Excuse me?" you asked, not sure you heard him properly.
"A dance, with me" Bronte clarified.
"Oh, I'm flatter but-" you began to turn him down. You couldn't be less interested in his offer.
"I will take offence if you say no" Bronte warned as he held his hand out to you.
"Ah...I suppose one dance couldn't hurt" you forced a smile and suppressed a sigh as you placed your hand in his.
Angelo guided you over to where the other party goers were dancing. He turned you to face him, keeping your hand in his and placing his other hand on your waist.
"I thought you didn't want to involve yourself with, what did you call them, vulgar scum?" you asked, placing your free hand on his shoulder.
"I don't but I could humour them...for the right price" Bronte told you as he wrapped his arm around your waist, placing his hand on the small of your back and pulling you against him. The sudden action made you gasp slightly. "Now tell me, Signorina, what are you doing with those cowboys?" he asked.
"They're good men. Family" you told him.
"And your relationship with Signor Van der Linde?" Bronte asked.
"I knew them before getting involved with Dutch" was all you said.
"It must not be a comfortable life" he hummed, his thumb stroking against your back. You wanted to push him away but figured it would turn out worse for Dutch's plan here.
"Not always but I'm happy with them" you assured him.
"Do you like jewels?" Bronte asked as he took the large stone that hung from your necklace in his fingers.
"They're pretty but no usually my style" you confessed.
"You know...I could offer you all the jewels you desired" Bronte told you as he traced his fingertips over your exposed collarbone.
"I'm not interested, thank you though" you told him coldly, not even humouring his advances.
"Miss L/n, Signor Bronte. I see you've found each other" Dutch's voice helped you relax, at least he was here to get you away from this man.
"Signor Van der Linde, it's nice of you to join us" Bronte gave him a forced smile as you pulled away from him.
"Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?" Dutch asked, holding his hand out to you.
"Of course, Signor Bronte was just keeping me company" you placed your hand in his and let him guide you towards him. "The evening just got a whole lot better now that you're here though" you smiled up at him as Dutch wrapped his arm around your waist and held you against him. You couldn't help but smile at his protectiveness.
"If you'll excuse us, now that I've taken care of business I'd like to focus on leisure" Dutch turned his attention back to the man that you were already forgetting about.
"Of course, enjoy your night" Bronte nodded at you both before leaving.
Dutch whisked you away among the other dancers, pulling you against him as you both started to move with the music.
"I'm glad you're here. He's a vile man" you sighed, relaxing in his embrace.
"From the moment you stepped out onto that balcony, he had his eye on you. As have plenty of men I've seen you speaking too" Dutch commented with a clear distaste for any other man that had looked at you this evening.
"Dutch, are you jealous?" you asked, an amused smile growing on your face.
"Of course not" Dutch scoffed slightly.
"Good because you don't need to be. None of these men have my attention, they're all boring and stuck up. You know that you have all of my affection" you reminded him.
"Well, that is good to hear. And I can't blame those men, you do look ravishing tonight" Dutch complimented.
"I don't every night?" you raised an eyebrow at him.
"That's not what I meant at all. I just can't blame them for looking" Dutch chuckled, holding you a little closer.
"Well it's a good thing you know that I'm all yours" you hummed as you lent up and kissed him, lingering for a little longer than what could be considered decent among this crowd. "Right?" you asked, looking up at him through your lashes.
"Right" Dutch nodded, his voice lower now. "Perhaps I just have to remind them of that" he hummed, running his hand up and down your back.
"What is going on in that head of yours?" you asked, already sure that you had a strong idea.
"Come with me" Dutch took your hand in his and guided you away from the other dancers. You didn't argue with him at all, you just followed his lead.
Dutch led you through the party and into the large house. Knowing that you wouldn't be welcome inside, you waited for some employees to leave the room before sneaking in and up the stairs. As you were walking down the corridor, a maid came out of one of the rooms and Dutch pulled you into the nearest doorway to avoid being seen.
"The mayors office?" you asked as you looked around, surprised that the door wasn't locked.
"Not perfect but it should do" Dutch shrugged as he locked the door.
"It should do for what? What are you planning?" you teased as you turned back to him, now standing in the middle of the room.
"You know I don't like when people think they can take what's mine" Dutch reminded you as he stalked up to you, pulling you against him. In a second he had his arm wrapped around your waist and was holding you flush against him.
"Hmm...just got to prove I'm yours then" you wrapped your arms around his neck, not needing to tell him twice.
~NSFW Starts Here~
Dutch held you against him even more securely as his mouth met yours in a heated kiss. Sometimes Dutch liked to take his time and worship you, other times he wanted something a little more primal. This time was more the latter. There was no build up or easing into anything, he was already nipping and sucking at you bottom lip.
You both knew that you didn't have much time. You would have to meet the others soon and head back to the camp, plus the mayor or another member of the house could walk in anytime. Sure, Dutch locked the door, but at least the Mayor would have another key.
You knocked Dutch's hat off of his head as he walked you backwards, a small gasp leaving your lips as you hit the large desk behind you. You didn't even need to take the hint because Dutch was already holding you by the waist and lifting you up onto the desk, sitting you on top of it and standing between your legs.
Neither of you broke away from the kiss as Dutch pushed your skirt up, bunching it up around your hips. His hands slid up your thighs, pressing himself against you and earning a groan from both of you.
"I'm sorry we can't take our time" Dutch apologised as he pressed a kiss to your jaw. "But I promise I'll make it up to you later" he kissed down your neck and you smiled, definitely going to make him keep that promise.
"Sounds fair to me" you hummed, tilting your head back as his teeth grazed your throat.
You lifted yourself up off the desk, just long enough for Dutch to pull your underwear down your legs and discard the article of clothing to the floor.
You pulled him into another heated kiss as Dutch undid his belt and the front of his pants. There was always a little thrilling when Dutch decided to take you somewhere semi-public, when you had to be quick and quiet, when there was a chance that the two of you could be caught.
Dutch kept a firm grip on your hip, the other on your waist, while you hand one hand holding onto his shoulder and the other on the back of his neck.
The kiss swallowed the moan that escaped you as Dutch pushed into you, his grip on your hip tightening but you didn't mind. He gave you a moment to adjust before starting to move. He eventually set a fast pace, aiming to bring you both to your ends quickly. As he promised earlier, you could take your time later.
Pulling away from the kiss but not faltering in his pace, Dutch trailed kisses down your neck, over your collarbone and over your shoulder, kissing any of your exposed skin that he could get to.
You ran your fingers through his hair, curling them and tugging on the strands. There was something satisfying about messing up Dutch's neatly styled hair, especially when he didn't have it in him to chastise you for it.
You had to bury your face in Dutch's shoulder to muffle your moans, feeling your end approaching rapidly.
"D-Dutch" you moaned against his shoulder, tightening your hold on him as if you would just float away if you let go.
"It's alright, darlin', I'm right there with you" Dutch grunted in your ear, encouraging you to just let go.
Dutch moved one hand to the back of your head, pulling your face away from his shoulder and colliding his lips with yours. And, just like that, your release washed over you, triggering Dutch's.
~NSFW Ends Here~
The two of you panted softly, catching your breaths and coming down from your highs, as Dutch rested his forehead against yours. Then the sound of fireworks going off came from outside, making you both laugh at their timing.
Dutch slowly and reluctantly pulled away from you, fastening his pants. Once he had tucked his shirt back it, he helped you down from the desk, holding you by the waist as you steadied yourself on shaky legs.
Gaining your balance, Dutch released you and you straightened out dress, making it presentable before joining Dutch in front of the large window. As you stood beside him, he wrapped an arm around you and you lent into him as you both watched the rest of the firework display.
"Quite the show...but you perform better" Dutch commented with a cheeky smirk on his face. You laughed and slapped his chest playfully, making him laugh along.
"We should meet with the others" you sighed as the fireworks came to an end.
You both took some more time to straighten out your clothes, fix your hair, and try your best to look presentable again.
Once you were both ready, Dutch held his arm out to you and you took it, wrapping your arm around his. He walked you out of the office and you both headed back down the stairs, just so happening to pass Angelo Bronte on your way.
"Signore Bronte, enjoying the evening?" Dutch asked with a renewed smile.
"Yes...and I see that you have been" Angelo looked between you both. You were both still slightly dishevelled, lips bitten and slightly swollen, clothes not as pristine as earlier, hair a little out of place. It was obvious to him what had just occurred.
You blushed at his comment but Dutch just pulled you closer to him. The two men nodded at each other before you continued on your way, putting the man behind you both.
The two of you walked outside where Hosea, Arthur, and Bill were waiting. Hosea gave Dutch a slightly exasperated but amused expression while the other two men didn't seem to notice the state that either of you were in.
"Find anything?" Dutch asked the three men.
"Think so" Arthur nodded, patting his pocket.
"Nothing, this town is a waste of time" Bill complained
"Well Arthur has found something" Hosea pointed out, making Bill grunt in annoyance. "I think we're done here" he announced with a smile.
The five of you left the party, discussing the information you found. You all collected your guns on the way out before climbing into the carriage, with you sitting between Dutch and Arthur once again.
Dutch wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you lent against his side, head on his shoulder as the five of you begin to make plans, both you and Dutch smiling.
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