Kookmin Fanfic Novels & Stories

“No, just finishing some paperwork. Kim, you can get out of my room now.” Then Mr. Kim immediately bowed deeply to Kyunghee and rushed out of his boss’s room. “Your assistant seems to respect you very much.” Minzi commented while embracing Kyunghee's shoulder affectionately. “Hmm, of course. He used to be my hyung's personal assistant, but after he became an idiot, I managed to take over everything that my hyung had, including his future wife." Kyunghee said arrogantly and sounded a little cynical. "His future wife? Do you love her too?”

“Bending me over your dressing room table… fucking me hard while the fans outside were still screaming your name. Imagining you coming inside me… marking me… making me yours so no one else could ever have me.” Min-jae’s eyes flashed with something dangerously possessive. He curled his fingers harder, hitting that perfect spot over and over until my vision blurred. “That’s it, baby. Such filthy thoughts for such a sweet fan. You want me to claim you? Fill you up until you’re leaking my cum for days?” “Yes—please—Min-jae!” I cried out, my body trembling on the edge of release. The coil in my belly was wound so tight it hurt, every stroke of his fingers pushing me closer to the abyss.

Kim loved teasing me. What Kim didn't know was that while I had been fantasizing about watching her with a couple of other men, I also fantasized about cleaning their cum from her delicious pussy or tits. What was even more amazing was I had recently starting fantasizing about being submissive to Kim and the other men including sucking their cocks.

Jeonkuk moaned softly and closed his eyes while Chimin palmed him continuously. "Such a naughty boy you are, Jeon," Chimin whispered suckling spots on his neck. "And a bottom." Chimin chuckled softly, "If I wasn't a bottom myself, I would fuck your Sissy self." He began to undo Jungkook's shorts. "But we can't be two bottoms, mm?" Chimin pulled out the younger male's hard cock and began to stroke it, "Gosh, it's big. I had to make you into a fake dom for myself cuz you can't just waste such a beautiful cock, now can you?"

She fell asleep as she laid on the bed. The next morning, Soo-Yun took a last glance at her through the mirror and let out a deep sigh before heading out of the room. Soo-Yun was passing by the living room, catching Jun-Sang’s attention. He was about to stop her but stopped at his track as his gaze landed on a cob female. Soo-Yun shared with her a warm hug, making Jun-Sang more confused. The cob female bowed at Jun-Sang as he entered the hall. Soo-Yun rolled her eyes and sighed. “Jun-Sang, she is my old friend, Kim Min-Ji.” His eyes widened as he got to know about her. They all were in the same school. Jun-Sang walked to her and shared a brotherly hug with her. “Miss you sis,” she was like a

Kyuhyun Oppa... Oppa... Kyu Oppa... Lee Yongju... Lee Yongju... My heart is aflutter, my soul entranced as I imagine Kyuhyun's sultry voice beckoning me. Blissful... "Lee Yongju!" I jolt awake, my muscles trembling from the sudden movement. Someone's calling my name, shattering the fragile threads of my dream. The bed is a haven, warm, inviting, and intoxicatingly fragrant... I yearn to surrender to its comfort and relive the tantalizing dream. Earlier, I was lost in a vivid fantasy, entwined with Kyuhyun in a tender moment, our lips almost touching. But cruel fate intervened, and I awoke, leaving me with a gnawing sense of longing.

Soo Min entered the police station and walked down the hall to Violent Crime Section's room, immediately sitting at her desk. In the office there was already Oh Han Eul, 32 years old detective, slim and the tallest person in the Section, measured almost 190 cm, with big black eyes and currently dark brown hair, with delicate, almost feminine, face features. He was very ambitious but lazy and behaved like the real star of the Section, with the appearance and personality of an idol, he also took care of himself more than many women Soo Min knew, even changing hairstyles much often than necessary. In general, Han Eul was a narcissist who liked to play with women and avoided the permanent relati

Jang mi bit into my neck, clutching my tits, feeding them to her lover – my lover. Kim swirled his wet, pink tongue around first one engorged bud and then the other, painting my pebbly aureoles. I quivered with delight, Jang mi licking and kissing and biting my neck, squeezing my breasts, Kim tonguing my nipples, the three of us hanging out there for the whole wide rain-drenched world to see. Kim Jung Suk sealed his lips around one of my nipples and sucked on it, and I went wetter yet. He tugged my charged-up bud even harder and higher, his hot breath flooding my chest.

“The fans will love this! The domestic intimacy! The breakfast smiles! The chemistry!” I choke. “Chemistry?! The only chemistry here is between me and caffeine!” Ethan calmly reaches for a croissant. “She’s shy,” he tells Soo-Min. “I’M HOSTILE, NOT SHY!” Soo-Min giggles like this is peak romance. “Mr. Jang, maybe feed her something! A cute moment!” I freeze. “Don’t. You. Dare.” He pauses. Then with that K-drama villain level of calm, picks up a strawberry.