A lemon book for all my other ships
I take suggestions
If you want Blue Moon x Punkish go to my profile and find the book called "Blue Moon Shoves His Penis In Punkish's Ass"
Oh also even though the cover is Punkish's face there are no Blue Moon x P...
she admitted that she wouldve chosen BTS as her noun before getting context
why does this amuse me
srry ill get on with this shit
here
Hansel wandered into the kitchen, surprised to find his boyfriend hard at work making... food?
"Lancer, what are you doing?"
The taller blonde jumped, nearly burning his finger on the pot he was cooking with. He whirled around with flushed cheeks, eyes towards the floor but glancing meekly up at the amused baker.
"N-nothing, Hansel."
The cluttered counters and various spills proved otherwise.
Hansel giggled. "I don't believe you," he teased lightly. "What are you cooking?"
Lancer shifted uneasily from foot to foot. "Er... well... you're always baking nice things for me, so I thought that maybe I should cook something for you..."
"Like...?"
"I sorta tried a lot of recipes, but... in the end I could only manage macaroni and cheese..."
Hansel burst out laughing at his boyfriend's sheepish confession, which only made Lancer blush harder.
"Do you wanna taste it...?"
Hansel nodded vigorously through his laughter, collapsing into a dining chair. Lancer plopped a bowl of the mac n cheese in front of him, and his mirth froze on his features.
No wonder Lancer doesn't usually cook.
It took a lot of effort on Hansel's part not to sniff at it to make sure it was actually food. It was bright red for some reason or other, and it smelled like lavender. That wasn't too bad, but still concerning considering he was describing mac n cheese, of all things. He took a tentative bite, and forced himself not to spit it out. It tasted like grass.
Why did he know what grass tastes like, it's a very long story.
A strange one too.
"Do you like it?" Lancer asked hopefully.
Hansel didn't have the heart to tell him the truth, instead plastering a fake smile on his face. "Of course!" he giggled nervously.
"Do you want more?"
"No!" he answered a little too quickly. "Sorry. I'm just not super hungry right now," he lied.
Lancer shrugged. "I'll be upstairs watching porn. Maybe football."
Of course, Hansel the pure boi honestly believed that 'football' was sex. He had literally no idea what the word 'sex' meant. He'd also been told that 'porn' was what normal people know as 'a documentary.'
Poor Hansel.
"Watching you eat cold mac n cheese makes me so wet," Lancer moaned under his breath.
"Did you say something?" Hansel asked distractedly while examining his mac n cheese yet again, baffled as to how the stupid shit was steaming hot on the stove, but now felt like eating ice cream with a more pasta-like texture.
"N-nothing!" Lancer stammered, suddenly inclined to put on an apron... after he'd finished.
"What are you hiding under there?"
Blushing, Lancer moved the apron so that Hansel could see his raging boner.
('ー｀)('ー｀)('ー｀)
Two hours later, Hansel was sprawled out on the bed, Lancer's tongue massaging his rosy nipples. Hansel moaned like nothing else as Lancer finally moved down to lick his thighs, then casually eat his ass.
"L-Lancer..."
Lancer loved hearing his name moaned out like that. Sure, he might be a bit of a slut, banging any willing girl or boy in sight.
Or unwilling.
Hansel's legs were spread apart for him, and only him, he knew that. As he grew closer to Hansel, he felt guiltier whenever he banged anyone else, and rarely did so anymore.
"Lancer I need you~!"
Glancing up into those wide innocent blue eyes, Lancer couldn't help himself.
He fumbled for the half empty container of lube by their bedside, and applied it on autopilot, as he'd done it so many times. His thoughts were fixed on Hansel's beauty, those soft curls framing his face, those juicy pink lips, that lovely smooth skin... everything.
"I'm ready~!"
Lancer slammed his lips against Hansel's at the same time he thrust inside. Hansel's moans melted into his lips, he could almost taste them.
"You taste good," Lancer panted breathlessly, speeding up his thrusting to make Hansel moan louder. He succeeded, and simply could not get enough of the sweet baker.
Their lips met once again, a wet mixture of saliva dribbling down Hansel's chin. Hansel allowed himself to pull Lancer closer, wrapping his arms around the older male's neck.
Lancer licked his lips, his tongue pressing against Hansel's teeth in a quest for entry. Hansel gave in easily, delighted to feel Lancer's tongue in his mouth.
"Lancer right there~!"
Hansel's back arched on pleasure, pressing their bare chests against each other, sensitive nipples rubbing together. It was Lancer's turn to moan as he was pleasured in such a way. He blushed several shades darker, embarrassed to have revealed a weak spot.
Hansel's increasingly wild movements let the older blonde know they were close. He sped up rapidly, rocking his hips against Hansel's and kissing him fiercely.
"LANCER~!"
"HANSEL~!"
The two came, Lancer inside his uke and Hansel all over his seme. Neither minded though.
"I love you, Hansel," Lancer said softly, pulling the younger blonde into his arms.
They were the words Hansel had always dreamed would come out of his mouth.
"I love you too, Lancer," he whispered back, snuggling into his boyfriend's arms.
