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indigo-graves · 3 months

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This Dance pt. 2 | Joe Liebgott

Summary: Part two, in which everyone is fighting to hold back exactly what they want to say.

Word count: 3,857

Warnings: SMUT

There was a conversation that needed to happen that Joe Liebgott was not quite bring himself to start. As they stood in the crowded room, the roaring of the speakers around them felt overwhelming. After settling into the quietness of their lives’ new pace, watching the footage from the Pacific seemed a stark and unwelcomed contrast. Liebgott wondered if he would have felt this way if he had not spent the entire fight in Europe wondering what it would be like to start a life with Evelyn Mosey when this was all over. If there was one thought that got him through the blasts, the cold and wet, seemingly endless nights, it was her. And the idea that he would never be without her again.

He tried to steal subtle glances over to her as she watched the footage screen. Her jaw was set. Her full lips pressed into a firm line. Her dark eyes were focused intently, never once bothering to look over at him. He watched a wave of tension ripple in her neck. She tilted her head side to side, rolling her shoulders up to meet her ears. A simple gesture that would have gone unnoticed to anyone but him.

When they shuffled out, he made sure to keep sight of her. The masses that filed out trickled out taking different paths, he made a bee-line for her. Years spent in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to glance, to touch, to speak, he knew how to keep himself at a distance, while still in her warm orbit.

“I don’t want to talk about it now, Lieb,” she told him adamantly, looking down the hallway both ways to ensure that no one else was interested in their exchange.

“I know,” he rolled his eyes. Never had he been with a woman who was so consistently unfeeling when it did not benefit her. “Can I just--”

She watched someone walk past them, behind Liebgott. They exchanged a nod of recognition. Her face fell from its friendly openness to one of frustration when she met his gaze again.

“Just come in,” she opened the door wider and encouraged him to move quickly. “I don’t want to do this out here.”

Liebgott had seen her room since their time began at Zell Am See. The time he spent there was less than he would have liked. If he had imagined a true celebration of the victory in Europe, it would not have been so distant from her.

“I don’t want to talk about this right now.” She was firm in her words, but her hand was gentle as it touched the buttons on his shirt. He nodded and bit the inside of his cheek. He knew there weren’t going to be any words he could say to demand her to comply. He could not claim her strong will was his favorite thing about her and then admonish her for it when it did not benefit him. “Please?”

The way she looked up at him with those large doe eyes made him feel a warmth spread in his chest and abdomen. He touched her face gently and nodded, tracing her jawline with his thumb. He had spent half the fucking war holding back a proposal of marriage, children, a life together. He bit back vows of eternity and forever. He withheld the words “I love you.” Surely one more fucking day made no difference.

She smiled and took him by the hand, slowly backing him towards the bathroom.

There was an electric current that radiated through every vein in his body when she reached to turn the shower on. He was convinced there would never be a time where he was not breathless in anticipation to see her undress. He felt the twitch of need in his groin just thinking of the moment where he would watch the water touch her naked flesh. So when she started to work on the buttons of her shirt, he sat back on the corner of the clawfoot tub with a playful smirk.

Evelyn rolled her eyes as she watched him perch himself on the tub. If there was one thing she was going to miss about Joseph Liebgott, it was going to be his boyish charm. The way his eyes danced over her appraisingly caused her skin to catch light with blue flame, so hot it felt cool and caused her to erupt in goosebumps. She stepped out of her boots skillfully as she worked on the buttons of her shirt. When she pulled it over her shoulders and left it in a pile on the ground, she heard a small whistle from her observer.

Liebgott felt a pang in his stomach while he watched her start to work on her pants. Ignoring all thoughts and feelings (how did she do it?) about what was to come, he focused on the way her deft fingers worked on her buttons, letting them fall to her feet. Though he had ensured that every part of her had been explored by eager hands, lips, and tongue, it was taking everything in him not to get to his knees and help her escort those pants the rest of the way to her ankles.

She stepped out of the last of her clothes with a smile. He bit his lip as he glanced over her body. Evelyn had resigned herself that there would never be another man who made her so hungry to be stared at in this way again. His eyes carried just enough devotion to balance the intense desire that made her feel like the only woman on the planet. He once had told her he would watch her read the phone book just to stare at her lips.

Liebgott licked his lips softly, shifting to adjust the fullness in his pants. No coaxing, no teasing, simply the pure sight of her undressing herself, all for him, caused such a stir in him. It was exactly that gesture that Evelyn watched hungrily, her eyes darkening as she pinned her lower lip between her teeth. That was all the indication Joe needed to close the gap between them.

He braced the back of her head, her dark curls tangling perfectly around his large fingers when he pulled her close. He wanted to taste the spot of her mouth where she had bit down. A needy whimper betrayed Evelyn as it eased up from her throat. It was so very like Joe Liebgott to pull all kinds of unprompted sounds from her eager throat. The way his mouth moved with hers was a dance the two of them had skillfully mastered. Lieb couldn’t help but smirk as he thought about the other kinds of dances she had shared with other men. Nothing could compare to this. Ever.

His hands worked at the buttons of his own shirt. He made a quick and sloppy job of getting it off and tossing it to the floor, his undershirt quick behind it. There was a simple and intense maneuver Evelyn had mastered in getting his belt undone with nimble fingers. It always left him growling against her lips. He gripped her scantily clad behind and squeezed, pulling her hips into his with a force that caused them both to let out a groan.

“Joey,” she breathed, her lips swollen, his pridefully wearing the ghost of her red lipstick. He smirked, feeling himself twitch at the sound of her need. He busied himself with kissing her neck, his thumbs teasing the cups of her bra. She worked to unbutton his pants, chest heaving, eyes heavily lidded.

“Yeah?” He grinned against her skin. She moaned again, biting her swollen lower lip and shuddering as he kissed down over her sternum. “What is it?” he asked teasingly. “Tell me.” The demand was placed just before he nipped at the skin of her right breast. He tugged at his waistband and let his pants fall with a gasp.

“Take me,” she murmured, feeling his desperate length through his boxers with her hand.

“You know how this works, doll.” He smiled, making eye contact with her. He could taste her desperate shudders as he pressed their foreheads together. Their eyes were locked so intensely that she felt him twitch under her hand. “You don’t get any of me until I’ve had my fill of you first.”

She leaned up and kissed him with a groan, reaching around and taking it upon herself to get her bra off. Lieb took the hint and cast his boxers to the floor, slowly stroking himself as she watched her expose every inch of her perfect body to him. The strain his erection had felt boyish, desperate, and fucking incredible. Never in his life did he think he would find himself a puddle of need at the simple sight of a woman.

She knew it, of course. Evelyn teased him with a smirk as she kicked her underwear to the side with a delicate gesture, her toes pointed. She turned and his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of her delicate muscles of her back, the perfect curve of her hips, her ass, her strong thighs. He continued to touch himself, the way she always reminded him to, when he watched her turn on the water. He knew she longed to be needed in the way he needed her. Joe tried not to think about who would prove to her just how incredible she was when he was no longer around. Biting back every question that bubbled over in his throat, he stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

When his chest pressed against her back, Evelyn hummed contently. His length settled against the curve of her rear, his lips near her ear as he leaned down. She watched as his hand traced the length of her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps with the gentlest touch.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered into her ear. He pressed his lips to her shoulder as he slowly moved his hand toward her exposed breasts. When his large hand fully enveloped her, she felt the gentle brush of his palm over her nipple that encouraged a moan. He chuckled in her ear as his other hand trailed the curve of her hip toward her desperate center. “Fuck,” he growled, feeling her wetness with the gentle touch of the pad of his finger. Gently pulling her hair up into his fist, he held it away from her neck as he planted hungry kisses on her skin. Sucking, scraping his teeth, flicking his tongue against the sensitive skin where her neck and shoulder met while he drew slow circles around her most sensitive spot. Gasping, pressing back against him, melting into his ministrations, Evelyn felt like she was unable to promise her legs’ ability to hold her up much longer.

“Please, Joe,” she begged breathlessly. “Please.”

Joe chuckled from deep in his chest. She felt it rumble against her back. He took his hand away, missing the warmth of her on his fingers immediately. She turned to him, her eyes heavily lidded with lust, searching his desperately. He smiled at her, took the finger that had worked on her so deftly, and placed it to his lips, flicking his tongue over the pad, his eyes locked with hers.

“Mmm…” He groaned, stepping towards her, backing her into the shower. “God damn…” he growled, watching as her body was hit by the hot water.

Joe watched her, watching the beads of water create paths down over the curves of her body. With her taste on his desperate tongue, his eyes on her perfect body, his heart beating in his chest, he wasn’t sure he would be able to hold out much longer. Whether it was the vulnerability of the space they occupied, the time left together that felt too short, or the intoxicating effect he had on him, he couldn’t distinguish. All he knew is that he had to have her.

There was a beat that passed between them where they were sizing each other up. Evelyn felt the desperation of the moment hit her with a depth she had not recognized. God, if he would just be a little less delicate and loving in those touches, she could excuse away the lump growing in her throat as she watched the way he looked at her. She had always been enough for him. He had always reminded her of that.

In a quick attempt to avoid him seeing the tears welling up in her eyes, she leaned forward and kissed him. The way their lips crashed into one another had an urgency he had not felt from her before. Her hunger was bone deep. He traced her jaw, tenderly caressing her neck, flicking her hair over her shoulder. His length stood at attention between them, gently nudging the flesh of her belly. He rocked forward to feel the friction as he ghosted a gentle trail down her arms to her warm, capable hands.

When he laced their fingers together, she felt him back her into the wall of the shower. The cool tile was an intense contrast to the warm water that hit her front. He laced their fingers together, pressing it gently against the wall beside her head, pinning it there. She watched a coy smirk cross his lips as he pulled away from her. She giggled, tracing the curve of his lower lip, cleaning up the lipstick he had stolen from her mouth. He leaned down and took that thumb between his teeth, flicked his thumb over the pad, and chuckled. She laughed, a playful swat at his cheek against his cheek, pulled her thumb back and replaced it with her lips.

Joe held her against the wall with the weight of his body. Slowly, he started to trail those kisses down over her body, his hand still tightly clasped in hers. He loved the feeling of her grip on his hand tightening as he placed kisses to the more intimate parts of her body. The spot between her breasts, her left nipple, just above her belly button (God, would he miss that fucking giggle), the curve of her hip, the top of her thigh. He directed her hand to the back of his head and left it there, needing both of his hands to tenderly separate her thighs, pulling one up over his shoulder as he got to his knees.

“Joe…” she breathlessly tangled her hands in his hair and gripped as he pressed his mouth to the place where she needed him most. There was a wave of gasps that followed that caused him to smirk against her, following the work of his tongue with the addition of a skilled finger.

Mindful of shared walls, used to keeping herself quiet by biting pillows and shoulders, Evelyn was left to trap the back of her hand in her teeth as he worked. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her as she touched her, teased her, tongued her with the skill of a much more experienced man. But, she recognized, he was an experienced man. He was a man who knew her so fully that he was able to coax the most unladylike noises from her throat with ease. He knew her inside and out in every way possible. The intimate attention he paid to the details of her body felt like the worship of a deity; the way he enacted that devotion felt sinful.

Overwhelmed by every sensation between her legs, she found herself grasping at the back of his head and shoulders, her hips moving up to meet his attentive mouth and fingers. He moaned against her repeatedly, desperate to draw every curse she knew from her delicate mouth. Grinning with desire, with power, with pleasure, he worked attentively on her body, his only goal to push her to her limits. He stopped the hand that was working at his own length and snaked it up over her body, tracing her edges to take her heaving breast in his hands. They moaned in unison, his sending vibrations to the core of her being. In that moment, she came undone around his fingers, against his tongue, spilling out desperate whimpers and cries of his name. Joe could have spent an eternity in the sound of her sweet need.

Evelyn, on the other hand, was unable to let too long pass without any part of him inside of her. His vacancy was felt immediately when she pulled him to his feet, gently guided by the fistful of his dark hair. She kissed him as if it would be their last, unsure if it would be, and teased a hand over his eager length, guiding him towards her.

Joe, pleased to know she was as needy as he felt, pulled away from her lips and tongue. He gripped her hips and turned her away from him, her ass pulled against his hard length in the most satisfying way. She moaned at the contact, he held his own back. He tucked her hair behind her ear as to not obscure her vision as she turned to look over her shoulder at him. He kissed her temple, her ear, her jaw, neck, and shoulder. His hand encouraged her thighs apart, lifting a leg to the edge of the tub where her foot found purchase.

Swiftly, skillfully, and perfectly, he entered her, pulling a satisfied, guttural moan from deep within them both.

“Fuck,” he gasped against her neck. The way he gripped her hips was bruising as they both accommodate his eager entrance. He felt her skin erupt in goosebumps against his chest. He pressed forward, making sure he reached her depths with all he had. She reached back, stiffening against him, her fingers lacing with his against her hip.

Slowly, consistently, deeply, he started a pace with his hips. The water that fell between them from above made their skin glisten and it pooled where their bodies met. The gentle slap of their skin meeting with gentle force made her giggle. He kissed her cheek, unable to hold back the groans of pleasure that spilled from his lips. She gasped, pushing back against him as she angled herself to take him deeper.

That was all Joe needed to encourage him to pick up his pace. The swiftness in which their bodies collided called new noises from her mouth. He kissed her upper back and shoulders while he steadied himself, pulling her back onto him.

“Oh, god…” she reached toward the wall to find something to grip. The slick tiles gave her no purchase. That was when she reached behind her, wrapping a hand around his neck, gripping the hairs at the base of his scalp. Liebgott groaned loudly, gripping her hips tighter. His other hand trailed up toward her breast, gripping it gently in his hands, memorizing its shape, weight, the hardness of her nipple against his palm.

“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” He grunted into her ear, only further pulling strings of incoherence from her mouth. She bit her lip hard, feeling an overwhelm of emotion take over her body like a wave. The lump grew double in size in her throat as she met his every thrust, stars behind her eyes. Unable to respond, he continued. “You’re so perfect. Fuck, Evie.” Her name felt like chocolate on his lips. She turned over her shoulder to taste it on them. Her eyes screwed shut as the tears burned behind them, he continued to bring her body to new heights. When he reached down between her legs, she became overwhelmed. The threat of tears was hard to fight off.

“Joe--” she breathed, the sound of his name clipped by the failure to stop a sob from leaving her lips. The phrase he pulled from her next caused her to bite her tongue between her teeth.

“I--” Joe started. She heard the start of her own words start to come from his mouth. The feeling, the desperation of her overwhelming emotions was contagious. He couldn’t tell where his heartbreak, his pleasure, his love, began and where hers ended. The only way to stop himself from telling her just how he felt about her was to sink his teeth in her shoulder, as she had done to him so many times. Familiar with the sensation, Evelyn felt the pressure, the sting, and every unsaid word behind the contact on her shoulder. She turned away, fearful he would stop if he saw the tears cascading down her cheeks, he would stop. She screwed her eyes shut as she felt a heat building inside of her.

Desperate to feel her come undone around him, under him, with him, he teased her more intentionally with his fingers, his hips working in time with his skillful touch. If he couldn’t tell her, he could show her.

“Please,” she begged. He had come to know it as the last phrase, the last push, before he was gifted with her orgasm. “Joe--”

As he felt her start to push back against him, taking every inch of him, all of him, so intentionally. The feel of her as she let go, her body working desperately to pull him over the edge with her, he followed. The two of them tumbled over together, a tangled mess of limbs, pants, sobs, and everything they swore they’d never fucking say.

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tokyoafterschoolsimps · 1 year

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Teddy Bear

a leib x mc2 fanfic requested for @veryturtlecol

It was mid-afternoon, the bell had rung, and Lorelei was heading home. She had just finished her last exam and was exhausted. She leaned against the wall, texting her fellow guild mate.

She then looked to her previous texts to Lieb, none of which has been answered. Lorelei held her phone towards her chest. It’s been a while since she had spent some time with Lieb. Hopefully, he won’t mind if she paid him a visit. She pocketed her phone and began to make way to her boyfriend.

It was only about 30-minutes when Lorelei arrived at Ueno Academy. Sitting in front of the gate was a labrador therian with a fluffy green scarf wrapped around his neck.

“Hey Cu Sith!”, Lorelei’s feet carried her towards the key that would help her reach Lieb. Of course she didn’t think of Cu Sith as a tool, but being her boyfriend’s “beast” does have some benefits.

As she got closer to Cu Sith, she noticed that he looked dejected; his ears were drooping and was fiddling with the fringes of his scarves in between his fingers. Lorelei gradually slowed down to a steady pace. When she reached Cu Sith, she crouched to his level and gently placed her hand on the therian’s shoulder.

“Cu Sith, is something wrong?”, Lorelei said lightly. Cu Sith doesn’t meet her gaze, but responds in a hushed voice.

“Lieb is very angry at me…”, he whimpered, carefully trying not to cry, “He was working very hard, so I made him some coffee. Unfortunately, I accidentally tripped and spilt it on some documents…”.

Cu Sith buries his face in his hands, muffling a few sobs, “He yelled at how I was bothering him a-and-” before the whimpering therian could finish, Lorelei pulls Cu Sith into a tender embrace and rubs his back.

“There, there. You were just trying to help. You didn’t mean to spill the coffee”. Lorelei continues to rub and cups the teary therian’s cheeks. “Just sit here and let me talk to him, I’m sure he can’t stay mad at you forever!”

“B-but Lieb is very busy right now!”, Cu Sith squealed. He resumed tugging on his scarf and spoke more softly, “Sorry, but Lieb is up to his neck with work right now. Maybe we should just leave him alone for the time being…”.

Lorelei ruffled Cu Sith’s head and giggled, “Don’t worry, I know a few ways to help that old grump relax”. She took out her phone and placed it in front of Cu Sith. “I ordered this cake from Asterism since Lieb was eyeing this when we were out last time. Would you be a dear and fetch this for me please?”

Cu Sith stares at her phone for a moment and looks back at Lorelei

“...When was the last time he smiled like that?”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Lorelei looked back to her phone, and saw that it was a picture of her and Lieb. They were sitting in a ferris wheel, sharing a scarf, the full moon reflected in the water behind them. This was when they first went out as a couple.

“...It’s been quite a while…”, she said softly. Lorelei continued to gaze at the photo, tears welling up in the corner of her eyes. Before she could shed any tears, Lorelei quickly brought up the photo of the cake and presented it to Cu Sith.

“So that’s why I need you to grab this cake! He’s been working SO hard, he DESERVES to have something nice!”

The canine therian wiped his tears, “If Lieb likes this, then I guess it’s okay…” With renewed vigor, Cu Sith stood straight up and faced Lorelei, “I’ll go fetch the cake, and you’ll help cheer up Lieb!”

“Now that’s what I like to hear! Let’s do this!”

Without any further words, Cu Sith ran off to retrieve the cake, leaving Lorelei standing alone. After a moment, she looked around to make sure she’s alone. She then took a deep breath, turned her gaze towards the academy, and made her way to find Lieb.

She peered inside Lieb’s study room. It was messy, paper-work piled on every surface on the desk, mixed with various empty cans of energy drinks and bagged food. The curtains were drawn, not letting even a speck of light within the room. The only source of light would be coming from the glowing monitor in front of the polar bear therian. His figure was hunched over his work, rhythmic tapping coming from his keyboard with the occasional break of a scribbling pencil. Lorelei opened the door, creating a creaking sound to rise above the others.

“...Cu Sith, I’m sorry about-”, as he turned on his chair, he was faced with Lorelei, arms crossed.

“Lorelei! I, uh, didn’t know you were coming over.”

“I just wanted to see you”, Lorelei made her way to Lieb, carefully not stepping on any documents or trash, and sitting herself down on the corner of Lieb’s desk.

Lorelei started toying with a misplaced pen on Liebs desk, without turning to face him, “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’m starting to miss you.”

“You know how work is.” Lieb begins to turn to face his work

“Won’t you spare some time with me? We barely even speak to each other.”

“I’m sorry Lorelei, but I need to get back to work.”

“Lieb…”

“You know I have a lot of work to do. I can’t afford to take any breaks right now-”, Lieb couldn’t finish his thought as he felt a warmth on the back of his neck. Lorelei wrapped her arms around Lieb, nuzzling her face on the scruff of his neck. He didn’t resist, nor object, instead Lieb placed his hand on hers. Her hands were cold. The two sat in silence for a moment, taking in the moment.

“Lieb. Are you happy?”

“I can’t say I’m unhappy.”

“But are you happy where you are right now?”

“...What do you mean?”

“Lieb, you’re smart, kind, and reliable… but you are not human.”

“And that’s supposed to be a bad thing?”

“No. It means that you will eventually outlive me. I may not know who I am, but I do know that I am a human. Someday, I will leave this world, without you.”, saying this, she tightened her embrace.

“Lieb, are you really happy with me? With Us?”

“I am.”

Lieb spun around his chair to face Lorelei. Just as she let go of Lieb, she was enveloped in the warmth of the polar bear therian.

“Lorelei, I’m sorry I couldn’t make time to be with you. I know it hurts to be away from loved ones for a long time. My own heart grows sick everyday when I’m away from you.”

“...”

“You are wrong on one other thing though…”

“On what?”

“I’m on borrowed time, Lorelei.”

“Borrowed… time?”

“I appeared sometimes after the pillars were established in this world. As quickly the pillars appeared in this world without notice, they can vanish just as fast, and I along with them.”

“So… that means… you could be gone tomorrow…”

“Right now, even. That is why I’m working so much. If I can find a way to link my home to this world, then we can be together.”

“Lieb…”

Without another word, their lips were drawn together, sharing a moment of peaceful bliss with each other. The two pulled their bodies closer together, not wanting to separate. Lorelei slipped her hand under the therian’s shirt and wandered around the bear’s bulky body and thick fur. She could feel his growing erection through his clothes. With one hand placed on Lorelei’s back and one on her thigh, Lieb pulled her closer to him, grinding their bodies together.

“Lieb, are you there?”

The soft spoken voice took both of them by surprise; it was Jambavan. Lorelei quickly hid under Lieb’s desk while he quickly composed himself.

“Ahem… Come in, Jambavan”

Jambavan opens the door and enters the room, trailing by his side was Cu Sith, who was hiding his arms around his back.

“Did Lorelei come by? Jambavan said that he didn’t see her”, Cu Sith questioned.

“She did come by, but she had too- AH!”, before Lieb could finish, a wave of pleasure washed over him. While Lorelei was hiding under the desk, she had easy access to Lieb’s cock.

“Lieb?! Are you okay?!”. Jambavan started to walk towards Lieb. Before he could get closer, Lieb took a shaky breath.

“I’m… alright Jambavan. My backs been killing me lately”

“Are you sure? You look a bit feverish,” Jambavan began to reach over to Lieb’s forehead, “What would Lorelei say if she saw you like this?”

Lieb brushes away Jambavan’s hand, “She would probably grab me a couple of aspirin”

Understanding what Lieb meant, Jambavan took a couple steps back, “Uh, okay… just take a break, it’s taking a toll on your health”

As Jambavan headed out of the room, Cu Sith glanced at Lieb, “And I’ll go grab some water for you!”. Before closing the door, Cu Sith turned to Lieb, “Oh, and when you see Lorelei, tell her that I got the goods!”

When both therians left the room, Lieb took a deep breath and looked down on Lorelei, “So, whatcha get me?”.

Loreilei takes Lieb out of her mouth and raises her eyebrow at him, “Really? Now? I’m literally giving you head!”

“Now, now, you can’t blame me for being excited for a gift.”

“And maybe I should use my teeth”, saying this, Lorelei flashes her teeth and lightly nibbles on Lieb’s member.

“H-hey! I was just messing around!”

“You better…”, Lorelei places Liebs dick back into her mouth and continues pleasuring him. Her tongue slides all over Lieb’s cock, coating it in saliva. As much as she can, anyway. Lorelie struggles to take the bear’s massive girth into her mouth. She reaches the midpoint of the shaft before she feels Lieb’s hand on the back of her head, pushing her to take more. Inch by inch, Lieb’s cock moves deeper into Loreilei’s throat, causing a gag here and there. Lorelie’s begins to feel lightheaded; whether its from lust or the fact that she has her boyfriend down her throat, she couldn’t tell. What she can tell is that Lieb was getting close. The way he was pacing her bobbing head on his cock, his quickened breath, the soft moans, she knew Lieb was about to release his stress. Lorelei held onto Lieb’s thick thighs and increased her pace.

“Ah, Lorelei, I’m about to…”, Lieb had no time to finish his sentence, as Lorelei swallowed his whole member, causing the bear to shiver in ecstasy. Pleasure roles down his spine as he unloads his stress down Lorelei’s throat. Lorelei takes Liebs out of her mouth and kisses his member.

With a wink Lorelie whispers “Feel better big guy?”

“Way better…”, Lieb reaches over and pets Lorelei’s head, “I’m so lucky to have you…”

“Hmhm… Are you saying that because I blew you?”

“I mean it, Lorelei”, Lieb’s hand caresses down to Lorelei’s cheek, “You made these last few weeks bearable. I’m so thankful that you’re with me.”

Lorelei cheeks reddened. She missed these tender moments with Lieb, with or without the sex. She felt safe with him, as if everything would be alright. She kissed the palm of Lieb’s hand, and looked up to him.

“And I, you”, she gets off of her knees and places herself on his lap, “You help keep me grounded. You keep me safe. You…”, she lays on Lieb’s chest, “...you make me happy…”

The two sat there, enjoying this small moment of bliss, although not knowing what the future may hold, know that they have each other.

#fanfic #housamo #lieb #lieb housamo #is this cool?#lemon #nsft #mc2 #veryturtlecool #sorry for being late!#idk much about lieb tbh #hope this is good #this time i used y/n #it felt kinda strange. maybe i should make her into an actual character/name instead of calling her y/n summoner or mc #if you guys want me to input a name let me know :)#otherwise id name fanfic!mc2 lorelei >:)#i used lorelei bc i thought it was a lovely name

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