Novel & Cerita Kpop Fanfics

As I am about to speak, I hear a voice I recognise behind me. “Aimee, I don’t know you guys covered hospital news now”, Kyle says, and I roll my eyes and turn around looking at him. “Hi Kyle, I’m not here for work”, I say, and he frowns as I turn my attention back to the secretary. “I am his son's girlfriend”, I say, crossing all the fingers and toes that I can, hoping that she will believe my lie. Well, technically it’s not a lie, or is it? What are we? We are not even engaged yet, “I’m a friend of the family”, I say straight after, and she frowns, asking my name again.

Seven asked "No,,," She replied "You,,won't?" He asked slowly and she shook her head Seven wanted to say something but kept quiet "You can go" he said Rose walked two steps forward and faced him again "Actually,,I'm a fan" She said with a little smile "Annyeonghi gaseyo(bye)" She bowed her head "If you are a fan,,,then can you come here everyday?" Seven blurted out and her eyes widened "What?!" "What,,you said you're a fan. If you are really a Gleam(the fandom name) then you should agree,,what do you think?" Seven said with a smirk and Rose bite her lips

"Look at how wet she is. Dripping all over the bed. She loves being fucked like this." Marcus's grip on my hair tightened. He began to fuck my throat faster, harder, using my mouth like it was made for his cock. I could barely breathe, could barely think, but I didn't care. The lack of control was intoxicating. Behind me, Jade was relentless. She drove the strap-on into my ass with punishing force, her hands gripping my hips so tight I knew there would be bruises tomorrow. The sound of her hips slapping against my ass filled the room, mixing with my muffled moans and Marcus's groans.

Then I used two fingers circling my clit, then faster, my hips rocking up my hands. I leaned on the wall, with my legs wide opened as I thrust my fingers into my pussy. I started to imagine Jack’s cock stretching my pussy as he grinded his waist into mine, and his hand choking my neck as I held them myself. I couldn’t stop now, the imaginations, me fucking myself. I kept on feeling his tongue suck my nipples. Twirling his tongue on my tits as stroked his cock into me. I continued as my fingers went into my pussy faster.

TikTok edits, memes, even poorly drawn fan art of me handing her the bear while sparks flew on the ice. Marcus dropped beside me, still scrolling. “Look at this one. ‘Kane buying Danica a teddy bear after trying to break her all season = peak character development.’ There’s already fan art. Someone drew you two on the ice with a teddy bear between you and little hearts floating around. It’s blowing up.”

“Girl, legendary musicians have reacted to his covers saying he outdid them! And you’re calling him okay?” “Okay… I guess he is a great singer.” I muttered, trying to sound casual, though my heart was screaming. She flopped onto the bed, kicking her legs like a teenager in love. “I’m so crazy about him. But ugh, I hate how fast our fanbase is growing. More crazy fangirls to compete with.” I forced a weak laugh. “That’s why,” she continued dramatically, “I got obsessed with Mystery BL fanfics.” My brows furrowed.

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

“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.

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.

The hallway is crowded as usual, but it takes me just a few seconds to spot the braided auburn hair of Jungkook's most craziest fan on this part of the planet. She is wearing her black fishnet tights and black boots as usual, but her white t-shirt today doesn't have the 'DO NOT GIVE A FUCK' inscription on it. Instead, Jungkook's face is heavily plastered on it, smiling back at anyone who would love to have a glimpse at his adorable face.