#* / emira baysal. — interactions.

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬:   closed,   @carp3diems.

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭:   from   our   big   brains   !

despite   their   relationship   being   kept   secret,   emira   was   always   allowed   exclusive   access   to   the   back   office   of   eddie's   club   if   he   was   around.   she   gave   a   nod   of   greeting   towards   the   bouncers   before   they   escorted   her   to   the   back.   it   should   bother   her   how   he'd   always   chosen   to   kept   her   hidden,   but   there   was   a   certain   thrill   to   it.   like   it   was   their   own   little   secret.         ❛   hey   you,   ❜         she   dropped   the   paper   bag   of   take   out   onto   his   desk   before   she   plopped   herself   in   his   lap.         ❛   you   canceled   our   dinner   plans   so   i   thought   i'd   bring   it   to   you,   s'that   okay   ?   you're   not   busy,   right   ?   ❜

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tyson's   desperation   for   her   would   always   leave   her   dripping   in   want.   emira   presses   another   chaste   kiss   to   his   lips   as   she   listens   to   the   sounds   of   the   cop   cars   pulling   off.   leaning   down   once   more,   she   gripped   him   at   his   base,   giving   a   teasing   lick   to   his   length.         ❛   where   do   you   want   to   come   ?   on   my   face   or   in   my   mouth   ?   ❜         words   are   spoken   shyly,   just   before   she   wraps   her   lips   around   his   head,   forcing   more   of   him   into   her   mouth   with   a   deep   swallow.

The officers inspect the car. A tap hits the glass and the light tries to break through the overly fogged glass. Tyson's eyes widen and he bites his lip. It was so hot that she didn't stop. His hands gently run through her hair as the cops pull away. "We'll be okay, babe... Don't worry." Tyson whispers and gently leans in to press a kiss to her lips. "I'm so close... Please..." The needy man begins stroking his own dick for friction. 

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she   tries   not   to   let   his   words   sting,   even   if   they   do.   there's   a   furious   blush   that   coats   her   cheeks   in   embarrassment   as   she   surveys   him.   the   pitter   patter   of   her   heart   doesn't   go   unnoticed   to   her,   tries   to   mask   it   with   a   small   fit   of   laughter.         ❛   i   can't   be   naive   and   gullible,   ❜         she   defended   weakly,   brushing   some   hair   behind   her   ear   in   a   nervous   tick.         ❛   because   then   that'd   mean   i'd   be   your   type,   lu.   ❜

he had come up with many stories in his day to get him out of circumstances he wanted no part of. thankfully, she ended the odd contact on her own, because he was truly clueless on how to react to it. ❛   not joking at all. that's the story i gave and it worked.   ❜ he liked to think of himself as an expert liar, and his ability to deceive people so easily came in handy on a regular basis. he scoffed at her words, shaking his head incredulously. ❛   do you really need me to point out that you're a super naïve and gullible girl ? a family emergency is the lamest excuse he could've come up with.   ❜

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there's   a   small   pout   that   rested   on   her   lips   as   he   continued   to   type   away   on   his   laptop.   but   she   preens   slightly   from   the   small   bit   of   attention   he   offers   her,   head   tilting   to   offering   him   more   space   to   press   his   lips   against   her   skin.   reaching   forward,   she   grabbed   a   few   fries,   bringing   some   to   her   mouth   before   pressing   them   to   his   in   an   effort   to   feed   him.   emira   knows   better   than   to   try   and   sneak   a   glance   at   his   screen,   he'd   always   been   private   about   his   business.   and   at   first,   it'd   raised   some   questions   about   his   loyalty.   she   turns   in   his   lap,   pressing   a   kiss   to   the   shell   of   his   ear.         ❛   i   don't   understand   who   would   be   needing   your   attention   at   12am   on   a   friday   night,   ❜         she   pressed   another   kiss   to   his   ear,   moving   to   his   jaw,   this   time   a   bit   more   sloppy.         ❛   but   i   do   know   that   your   girlfriend   really   needs   some   of   it.   ❜

eddie had been stuck in his office at the club for what felt like all day long. so long he even had to cancel whatever plans he had with emira that night because people keep going through his office like it was rotating door. just as one left, it felt like the next one barged in. he made a mental note to tell everyone to leave him the fuck alone tomorrow because he was staying home until he had to pick up a shipment from the docks.

the mob boss nearly lost his shit when he heard the door open again, but it was merely emira and he relaxed in his chair. his girlfriend was the only one that he was actually happy to see that night. he secured his arms around her sides and continued to type away on his laptop, leaning up to press a kiss on her jaw while he did. "i'm almost done with this, baby girl. then i can be all yours, okay? i didn't want to cancel, but i swear everyone and their fucking mother suddenly needed me tonight."

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it   was   the   first   time   that   emira   had   ever   done   something   this   reckless   before.   but   she   trusted   tyson.   even   if   some   paranoid   part   of   her   thought   a   man   with   chainsaw   was   bound   to   interrupt   them   at   any   moment.   pulling   up   from   his   length   to   gather   some   air,   her   eyes   narrow   to   adjust   to   the   darkness.         ❛   are   you   sure   nobody's   gonna   know   what   we're   doing   ?   ❜         innocence   laced   her   tone   as   she   leaned   down   to   flick   a   lick   along   him.         ❛   i've   never   done   this   before.   ❜

open to: f / nb muse: tyson marks, twenty-six, music producer plot: some fluffy/romantic smut with emphasis on romanticizing the moment! can be dating, roommates, or best friends that decided to cross the threshold 

Pouring rain tap on the metal roof of the car. The windows were fogged up, hiding the activities within the car. Passing cars illuminate the dark space every once in a while and the sounds of the song CYANIDE by Daniel Caesar play at a low volume. Tyson sat in the wide space in the back seat, moaning as he felt the other's lips and tongue run over his c.ock. They were only a few minutes away from home—but temptation got the better of them. 

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there   was   something   so   riveting   about   the   way   brown   tendrils   knot   between   his   fingers.   her   stomach   laying   flat   on   the   back   seat   as   she   peered   up   at   him.   the   gentle   tone   he   regards   her   with   only   spurs   her   actions   further,   circling   the   head   of   his   cock   with   her   tongue.   her   other   hand   reached   down   to   quell   the   ache   between   her   legs,   just   as   her   mouth   took   his   length   in.   emira   gave   a   moan   of   approval   before   slowly   bobbing   her   head   to   a   tender   rhythm.   but   the   all-to-familiar   sound   of   a   siren   and   flashing   red   and   blue   lights   behind   them   have   her   eyes   widening   in   surprise   and   fear,   even   if   her   mouth   remained   on   him.

Her face was illuminated in a cinematic way with the streetlights diffused through the fog of the windows and the shadowy spots created by the rain. Tyson's fingers run through her hair and his eyes filled with lust. She had such a pretty face—Tyson was set on ruining it with sin. "No one's gonna know. We're fine..." His bottom lip slips between his teeth as he feels her tongue once again. "I got you, beautiful... I'll take care of anything else, you just worry about taking care of me."

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despite   the   fear   that   ran   through   her,   there's   excitement   when   she   sees   the   telltale   sign   of   a   flashlight   shining   through   the   windows   of   tyson's   car.   her   mouth   still   full   of   him   as   she   continued   to   bob,   this   time   with   some   vigor,   as   if   she   wanted   to   get   caught.   emira's   tongue   swirls   around   the   length   of   him,   barely   able   to   hear   the   officer   as   they   decided   that   it   was   just   an   abandoned   car   and   nothing   more.   pulling   off   of   him,   she   sat   back   on   her   heels,   wiping   her   mouth   despite   her   unfinished   job.         ❛   you   don't   think   they'll   come   back,   do   you   ?   ❜

Tyson was impressed that she continued when the lights began to flash. To him, this was just another step in the process. "Don't stop." It was hot to see how much they could ignore authority but still obey his command. "I told you that I got you..." He bit his lip as his hand lands gentle pressure on her head, encouraging her to continue. Tyson adjusts himself in his seat and looks over at the fogged windows. The fog and rain made it impossible to see through the glass—maybe it would be enough.

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her   lips   purse   at   his   candor,   cheeks   hollowing   in   and   out   with   a   huff   of   frustration.   leave   it   to   lucas   not   to   pull   his   punches.   the   long,   winded   story   he   gives   is   met   with   a   drop   of   their   joined   hands,   raising   to   muffle   the   boisterous   laugh   that   falls   from   her   mouth.         ❛   you're   joking,   ❜         she   deadpanned,   eyes   twinkling   with   something   akin   to   happiness.         ❛   and   she   actually   bought   that   ?   ❜         there's   a   shake   of   her   head,   feeling   herself   more   relieved   than   suspicious   now.         ❛   well,   he   didn't   give   me   that   narrative.   so   he   must   be   telling   the   truth.   maybe   you   just   have   a   thing   for   super   naive   and   gullible   girls.   ❜

he kept himself distanced from people on a regular basis. lucas preferred it that way because the thought of developing some sort of attachment to another person made his skin crawl with disgust. ❛   chances are you've already been played by him.   ❜ he wanted to be as transparent as possible, because it was what he knew best. he furrowed his brows at the gentle contact, a stark contrast to what he was accustomed to. why did she hang around him ? he'd never understand. ❛   fine. i told her my great uncle from across the country was getting out of prison after twenty nine years and he needed me to drive and pick him up because his wife was a conspiracy theorist who was convinced that aliens would abduct her if she left their home.   ❜

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there's   something   about   the   air   of   indifference   that   swarms   lucas,   almost   as   if   it   were   impenetrable.   like   a   shield   to   protect   him   from   the   emotions   she   displayed.   emira   sighed   against   him,   arms   crossing   over   her   chest.         ❛   they   think   he's   telling   the   truth   !   c'mon,   lu.   i   don't   wanna   get   played   by   him.   ❜         her   hand   slowly   sinks   down   to   his   own,   intertwining   their   fingers   to   give   him   a   playful   tug.         ❛   give   me   the   shittiest   excuse   you've   given   to   a   girl   that's   worked.   ❜

❛   is it possible ? sure. do i think he's telling you the truth ? no.   ❜ words were followed up with an indifferent shrug, not allowing himself to become impacted by emotions. this was her issue to deal with, not his. he glanced down at her, head shaking slightly. ❛   come on, emira. give it up. i'm not sharing my excuses with you. just do whatever your girlfriends would suggest and listen to your heart or whatever.   ❜

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❛   so   it's   possible   he   is   having   a   family   emergency   ?   ❜         emira   tried   to   confirm,   glancing   up   at   the   other   with   a   hopeful   look.   desperate   hands   cling   onto   lucas'   arm   to   tug   him   down   to   her   height.         ❛   please,   please,   please,   luke.   what   excuses   do   you   give   a   girl   when   you're   no   longer   interested   in   her   ?   ❜

❛   i think he's full of shit. family emergency just sounds like a convenient excuse to me. most people wouldn't question the validity of that.  ❜ had no reason to vouch for the male in question after all. why should he try to ease her frazzled mind ? ❛   i don't think you want me to answer that question honestly.   ❜ she'd likely be appalled by his answer, and he couldn't necessarily blame her for that.

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❛   but   maybe   he   really   did   have   a   family   emergency   ?   ❜         emira   frowned,   looking   down   at   her   phone   for   any   updates   from   the   date   that   stood   her   up.         ❛   does   that   sound   like   an   excuse   you'd   use   with   a   girl   ?   ❜

♡ muse ↝ lucas olsson

♡ closed for ↝ @petalruined

❛   you really shouldn't try seeing the good in everyone you come across.   ❜