And So It Begins
You sat in Rosies office with your thumbs twirling in your lap. You heard muffled talking just outside the door and you turned to Anthony with furrowed brows.
"What did you do?",you speak in an accusing tone with slightly narrowed eyes.
Rosie had led the two of you to her office, she was extremely calm and composed. Yet the threatening tone in her voice and narrowing of her eyes was enough to make your thoughts race.
Anthony scoffed and threw his hands up in disbelief,"What do you mean! I didn't...",he trails off when you purse your lips and cross your arms over your chest firmly.
You weren't believing him for a second.
With a loud sigh his own arms cross over his pink dress shirt, his legs cross causing the black pencil skirt to shift up slightly. "Fine. I remembered what smiles had said about a Rosies Place...I looked through the papers and phonebooks for a place like that and found this joint. Well the dress shop...then...I may or may not have broken in and ran in demanding to know where you two were..."
Your eyes widened and you landed a hard blow to his shoulder. He inhaled sharply and grabbed his shoulder with a face twisted in pain,"The fuck is the matta with you!"
"Are you a fucking mark!",you whisper shout with wide eyes. Anthony flinched and grew a bit scared upon hearing you curse.
Shit she's really heated...
"Did you go off the track! You don't know who these people are, and you broke into their illegal speakeasy and caused a scene?",you frowned hard and smacked him upside the head. He cussed under his breath and removed his hands from his throbbing shoulder to his head.
"You're not some punk anymore, Tony! You don't have a mob family to rescue you anymore! You've got a woman who cries when she sees literally any stray animal to defend you! They could've slugged you.",you lectured him as he slumped in his seat and pouted like a child.
His brows lowered and his pout remained as he looked away. Upon looking away he felt himself feel better that you were worried about him. Despite what he had said to you, he was afraid that when you left you wouldn't return.
"Alright I'm sorry...",he mumbled out guiltily and you let out a loud sigh. Pinching the bridge of your nose you looked to his slumped figure for a few moments. Rolling your eyes gently you gently shoved his shoulder.
"It's okay, just don't be such a trouble boy when you don't have back up.",he turned upon hearing your light tone. A soft grin rested on his lips and he nodded, his eyes shutting as he flashed you his famous grin.
"No promises, (Y/N)."
Before you could land another hit to his shnozzle you both heard the door open behind you. Rosie walked in with an intimidating aura and presence. Husk and Alastor followed suit, shutting the door. The lively music that was muffled by the walls brought slight ease to your racing heart.
Sitting down on her seat she lets one leg cross over the other beneath her floor length gown. A soft smile spreads across her features as she leans forward, her chin resting on her hands.
"Anthony Angelo Bianchi Junior.",Rosie laughs softly while pulling a file from beneath her desk,"Quite a mouthful, no?"
Both you and Anthony still as she says his full name. His eyes immediately look to you and you shake your head slowly, just as confused as he is.
"I dig up as much as I can on people who pose a threat to my establishment.",both you and Anthony are slightly speechless as she continues on,"I wondered if I had a rat who snitched to someone of my fine establishment then Alastor told me he foolishly let it slip." Your gaze doesn't fall to Alastor but you refrain from laughing at her insult to him. You could only imagine the narrowing of his eyes.
Anthony clears his throat with a soft laugh,"Listen, I just came here lookin' for (Y/N). I don't want trouble and I definitely ain't gonna snitch." You could hear the slight uneasiness in Anthonys tone.
Despite his strength and skills he would never not grow afraid when a stranger knew more about him than he'd like. Because that meant there was a possibility he would be returned to his bastard of a father and traitor of a brother for the bounty on him.
Or worse, to Valentino.
Visibly noticing his anxiousness you reached beneath the desk and gently place a hand over his shaking knee. He glanced to you with his worried eyes softening slightly. He was so worried.
"Oh I'm not going to cause trouble, no. As a matter of fact I have a proposal for you. Unfortunately, you're going to have to leave the room for this (Y/N). Husk show her the joint, yes?"
Alastors jaw tightened as he looked down at you. Yet you didn't look back.
Worry and concern pool in your stomach as you look between Anthony and Rosie. Seeing the assertive and demanding look in Rosies almond eyes you give Anthonys hand a squeeze of reassurance. "You'll be okay.",you say softly and let go of his hand.
He gives a short nod and turns away from you, proceeding to regain his composure and confident aura.
Husk groans softly at having to do something. Yet he opens the door for you before you reach it with a slight eye roll. You smile weakly and give a nod of thanks as you step through and leave the tense room.
With a shaky exhale you lean against the wall and attempt to let the soft music soothe you. Husk stands guard at the shut door, his eyes wander to you with slightly worried brows.
Your leg shakes and you bite the inside of your cheeks as your eyes, illuminated by the lights glow, grow more worried.
With a heavy sigh Husk walks towards you and stands in front of you. You jump back slightly at his sudden close appearance. You look up at him through your long lashes and give a slight tilt of your head in question.
Looking down at you he clears his throat, his hands going to his gray vest pockets,"I can't tell you much about what Rosie is talkin' 'bout with him. All I can let you know is she ain't gonna hurt him. So you can stop worrying n shit." His eyes moved away from your curious gaze as he said these words of comfort.
At least he hoped it would bring comfort.
With a soft smile you gently tapped his chest, oblivious to the way his shoulders tensed up. His eyes looked down to you again with a questioning look. Standing so close to him and inhaling his masculine scent you felt your cheeks grow slightly warm.
With a soft exhale you let your fingers moved up his chest to fix his loosened tie. He refrains from stumbling back at such an innocent gesture.
The fuck is she doing?...
A wide smile spreads across your face and you speak in a light challenging tone,"Up for that card game?" The competitive glint in your eyes is taken notice of by Husk.
A grin spreads across his stubbled features and as you drop your hands he lets either of his own hands rest against the wall behind you. Enclosing you, he leans in slightly. You feel something heat up in your core as his husky voice runs through your ears.
"You're on."
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"You've gotta be kiddin' me...",Husk breathes out while running a hand through his salt and pepper hair. He watches as you happily wiggle on the bar stool, gathering the cash together. This was your second win of the game of his choice, Rana.
One of which he was a pro at. Little did he know a certain ex had taught you all you needed to know about it.
Husk was in utter disbelief that you had beat him. But that disbelief was nothing compared to how much more attractive you had gotten in his eyes.
"Ah seems you aren't as good as you thought, Husky.",your tone was teasing as you grinned softly and wrapped the money in a tan rubber band. Husk swallowed hard as you lifted your dress slightly to reveal the lace stockings. Slipping the money into the secure garter you let the fabric fall back over your thigh.
Husk looks away with a scoff and an eye roll, then he looks back to you as he gathers up the cards,"Please, this is just an off night for me." He retorts back while slightly leaning over the bar. His hands expertly shuffle the deck yet again without so much as a glance down.
With a slight lean in and a mocking pout you cock your head slightly,"The big scary man doesn't like losing to a woman?" You speak in a mocking tone with a soft laugh following after. Placing the deck back inside their slip he gives you and eye roll and slight scowl.
"Someones a poor winner.",he replies in his raspy voice and you sigh dramatically while resting your chin against the palm of your hand.
"Someones a sore loser.",you shoot back with a slight raise of your brows.
"Oh yeah?",he questions and you don't notice he leans in closer.
"Yeah.",you don't notice you've leaned in either.
The next thing you know your back collides with the restroom door.
With a exhaling softly against his lip your hands tangle within his soft dark hair. His fingers dig into your soft thighs beneath your dress, holding you up against the door with your legs wrapped around his waist.
He pulls away from your lips and plants fluttery kisses across your jaw and down your neck. You pant softly after the intense makeout. You let out soft sighs of pleasure as his tongue runs against your hot skin and his hands squeeze at your thighs. They begin to trail up further.
He pulls you off of the door and places you against the skin, setting you down gently he stands between your legs. You both pause and look at each other for a moment. Lips swollen, eyes hazy with lust, and chests rising and falling you know you both want these desires fulfilled here and now.
He leans back down and continued to kiss and lick along your neck. Your hands eagerly and sloppily work at the buttons along the back of your dress. Your hands tighten on the buttons when he bites down roughly against your skin.
A surprised moan/gasp stumbles past your lips and he grins softly into the crook of your neck. He lets his tongue run up the side of your neck and lightly brush against your earlobe.
“Are you sure you want this?”,he inquires as his hands trail up your sides and gently pull your hands from the buttons on your dress. You shake beneath his touch. You hadn’t felt the pleasure of reaching your limits since you had broken things off with Vox.
You were desperate for that hot release.
“Y-Yes...please...”,you breathe out against his ear as your hands grip the sides of the sink. The softness and neediness in your tone fuels him inside. In the heat of the moment his hands grip the soft fabric and tear it open. The buttons bounce against the linoleum floors yet you don’t care. It only make you hotter.
The dress falls from your shoulders and rests at your waist now. Husk nearly salivates at the sight of your breasts in the black lace bra. He can’t hold back at the sight of the matching underwear.
“Fuck...”,he breathes out gently and leans back in to connect your lips. His tongue glides past your soft lips and his fingers begin to trail down the curve of your breast and down your torso.
You sloppily makeout and let your hands run through his soft hair. You feel your heart racing and the space between your legs grow wetter with every soft groan and sigh you elicit from the older man.
Your lips pull from his when you tilt your head back and feel your hands grip a chunk of his hair. His finger pushes aside your lace bottoms and he lets his finger gently circle your throbbing clit.
“A-Ah...”,you softly moan as your hand falls from his hair and grabs the front of the sink. His lips connect with your neck yet again, he can’t help but smirk at the mark developing on your soft skin.
“So wet already?”,he says softly with a light chuckle and you feel a harsh blush fan across your nose and cheeks. You are unable to form a coherent sentence at his relentless teasing.
“S-Shut up...”,you manage to squeak out with embarrassment hanging off your words. He lets his finger run up and down your lips for a few moments before pulling away from your neck and pulling his hand away.
Your lips are parted as you pant softly and whine at him stopping. He chuckles lowly and you watch with anticipation as he brings his fingers up to his lips and licks your juices from them.
Oh dear god... you think silently while your chest rises and falls with each heavy breath. He wastes no time in unbuckling his belt and unzipping his slacks. Letting them fall you gently bite your lip at the tent in his black and white boxers.
Slowly tugging down the thin fabric you feel as if your heart is about to jump out of your chest. You swallow hard at the sight of his hard cock. He roughly pulls you forward by your thighs and he positions himself outside of your entrance.
You look to his eyes as he teasingly runs the tip up and down between your slits. You scowl at him as your arms go to wrap around his neck,”H-Husk...please...”,your tone is needy and breathy. Husk smirks at your pleading tone and with one swift thrust he pushes his cock inside of you.
Just as he does this his hand clamps over your mouth. And for good reason, your loud moan/gasp came out muffled against his hand. Your legs shook as he rested his entire length inside of you.
How is he so big...? You silently thought while attempting to adjust to his size. Your gaze fell down as your eyes clenched shut and he gently lifted your chin. You opened your eyes slowly to meet his.
“Just tell me when it stops hurting.”,his voice is soothing and soft as he tells you this. You offer a soft smile and after a few moments you nod eagerly, the pain having subsided.
He slowly begins to thrust his cock in and out of you. You gasp and moan as he grunts and groans. While your hands trail up underneath his dress shirt his tangle within your hair.
“F-Fuck!”,he groans into your ear while picking up the pace. His grip in your hair begins to tighten. With each pleasurable thrust you find your core tightening more and more, growing hotter and hotter.
“H-Husk...”,you mumble out against the crook of his neck in a silky and timid tone. He hums against your neck in question and you gently kiss against his skin. Your lips set his skin aflame.
“Harder.”,you demand in a seductive tone into his ear. He feels his core tighten as you say this as well. Pulling away from the crook of your neck your eyes meet and he begins to pound into your harder. Nearly pulling out fully only to slam back into you.
His eyes flicker from your lusty eyes to your bouncing breasts. His strong hand finds a grip around your neck and your eyes widen slightly. For a second he grows worried he crossed a line, then a smile spreads across your parted lips.
Fuck...
He picks up the pace and soon enough you are both attempting to keep quiet. As he pounds into you you feel your back arch and nails dig into his soft skin. The bathroom is filled with the sounds of pleasure coming from the two of you and the muffled sound of sweet jazz from outside these walls.
His hand tightens around your neck and you feel the blood begin to restrict. You only come closer to your sweet release.
His arms fall to wrap around your waist and yours pull him close by his neck. Hot and shaking bodies pressed against each other you both begin to feel that hot feeling boil over.
“H-Husk I’m—“
“M-Me too...fuck (Y/N)...”
He moans your name with pure euphoria. The feeling of your wet walls tightening around his aching cock brought him pleasure he hasn’t felt in a while.
His thrusts grew sloppier as you both began to reach your peak. His lips pressed against the curve of your neck and his bit down harshly against the soft skin. A loud gasp left your lips yet again at the painful yet pleasurable sensation.
“A-Ah fuck! Husk!”
“(Y/N)!”
You both exclaim the others name as he gives one final hard thrust into you. Your body shakes as you reach your orgasm and feel his cum fill you up.
You both pant for air as he takes slow and soft thrusts now. Letting both of you ride out your orgasms. Your skin is hot and hair messy, makeup smudge further beneath your eyes.
As he pulls away from the crook of your neck you chuckle softly at the nude lipstick staining his lips and neck and collar.
He furrows his brows with parted lips and looks in the mirror behind you. He laughs gently at the sight with another eye roll. Pulling out of you you feel a wave of chills run across your hot skin at the empty feeling.
Husk lets out a heavy exhale as he picks up his pants and boxers. Letting his belt hang open he makes his way to one of the stalls and grabs a bit of paper. He hands it to you and you offer a sheepish smile while cleaning yourself up.
Buckling his belt he clears his throat, a soft blush against his cheeks,”Uh listen I think its best—“,tossing the paper into the bin and fixing your panties you hold your hand up.
“Yeah I don’t think we should tell anyone either.”,you agree with a soft smile. He looks to you with a gentle nod and smile. You pull up the front of your dress and he buckles his black belt.
Looking back up to you he inhaled sharply at the sight of the two bright love bites against your soft skin and the reflection of your torn open dress.
You furrow your brows until you realize you’re unable to button up the back. You look to him with widened eyes,”Husk!” He rolls his eyes and wears an amused grin,”I don’t know I think the look suits you.”
You scoff and land a hard punch to his chest. He stumbles back a bit surprised at your strength. Gently rubbing the wounded area he shrugs nonchalantly.
“Fuckin’ eh. You can just wear my jacket, anyone who asks about it we can just say a drink spilled on you, how’s that?”,he raises a brow while his hands go to grip your waist. You ponder for a moment before nodding with a slanted smile.
He gently lifts you from the sink and place you back on the ground. He doesn’t let go right away, noticing the way your legs shook and you nearly lost your balance. You grip his muscular biceps before giving a slow nod. He let you go and you steadied yourself on your heels.
“How am I suppose to get the jacket?”,you question while turning around and attempting to tame your messy hair and clean up your makeup. Husk stands behind you, looking at himself as he attempts to clean your lipstick from him.
“I’ll come bring it right now, just sit tight.”,with one last swipe at his lips he leaves the restroom in a small rush. You stare at yourself in the mirror with utter disbelief that you had just had sex with a strange in the bathroom of a speakeasy.
Wow...
You silently thought. It was a surreal experience in your mind. But as you stared down at the love bruises you felt a guilty feeling settle over your heart. Why were you feeling guilty?...
“Hurry up n throw it on, Rosie and them are waitin’ at the bar.”,Husks voice is rushed and adamant once he rushes into the bathroom. Tossing you his black coat you quickly pull it on and tie the front of it. Husk smiles at you for a few moments, his large coat practically swallowing you up.
“Do I look okay?”,you question and Husk nods gently. You smile warmly at him and let out a sharp exhale while walking towards the door. Husk held onto the knob for a few moments and he looked to you with a raised brow,”Was this a one time thing?”
That guilty feeling comes back to your core, and inhaling the masculine scent of his coat makes that guilty feeling all the more prominent.
“I don’t know.”,you truthfully respond with a gentle biting of the inside of your cheek. Husk nod with understanding intent and opens the door for you. Stepping out into the cool air of the speakeasy you feel your hot face cool down slightly.
Approaching the bar you smile brightly at Anthony but once your gaze falls to Alastor that guilty feeling made you grow nauseous.
What is wrong with me!?
Alastor watched as you approached the bar with Husk. He noticed you give Anthony a bright smile yet upon glancing at him you gave a polite nod and took your attention back towards Anthony and even Rosie.
Husks jacket was thrown over your shoulders as if it meant nothing. You would’ve looked so damn appealing had it been his jacket. You were probably inhaling Husks scent...did you like it? It was torturous to leave you alone with Husk after that last display of flirting. Yet he was glad to hear you had spilled a drink on yourself.
That had to be a mood killer.
Then his gaze fell to your full lips.
Where did that pretty lipstick go?