note : immediately thought of this as soon as he posted that and he had no right to post these like what the actual fuck is wrong with him🤨
pairing : bf! yunho x gf! reader
genre : smut (warning : 18+)
word count : 5k
summary : after a late-night text from Yunho, you visit his hotel room, where unresolved tension ignites into deep, passionate intimacy. What starts as lust turns into something more tender and emotional. By morning, tangled in sheets and soft sunlight, neither of you wants it to end—and for the first time, it feels like the beginning of something real.
The knock came soft, almost unsure.
You hesitated. Your fingers hovered over the hotel room handle, heart thudding faster than it should’ve after a simple text from him:
“1117. Come if you want to.”
You almost didn’t go.
Almost.
But now, standing outside his door with only the muffled hum of the hallway lights and your own heartbeat for company, you couldn’t turn back. Not when you remembered how he’d looked at you earlier that evening—lips parted, eyes dark,like he already knew you’d say yes.
You pushed open the door.
Warm light spilled out. There he was—Yunho—leaning against the headboard, robe loosely tied, collarbone peeking out, damp hair falling messily across his forehead. His hand was pressed to his cheek, watching you like you were something he wanted to savor slowly. The room smelled faintly of clean linen, his cologne, and heat.
“Hey,” he murmured, voice deep and scratchy, as if you’d woken him up from something dreamlike.
You swallowed, stepping in and shutting the door behind you with a quiet click. “You’re really just… sitting there like that?”
He smiled lazily, head tilting as he eyed your figure. “I didn’t think you’d come.”
“You told me to.”
“I said if you want to,” he corrected, his gaze lingering as you dropped your bag on the chair. “So… do you?”
You stepped closer, heart threatening to jump out of your chest. His robe parted slightly as he shifted to sit up straighter, revealing a sliver of toned stomach and the lines that disappeared beneath the fabric. You tried not to stare. Failed.
“I shouldn’t,” you breathed.
“But you did.”
You nodded.
“Good,” he said, his voice almost a growl now. “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left my bed the last time.”
Your breath caught.
That night had been chaos. Desire, rushed touches, clothes hitting the floor like confessions. But this time… this felt different. Slower. Like he wasn’t in a rush to have you, because he already knew he would.
“Come here,” he said softly.
You obeyed.
As soon as you were within reach, Yunho’s hand reached out, fingers wrapping around your wrist and tugging you down onto the bed. You landed beside him, and he didn’t waste a second—his lips were on yours, warm and coaxing, tongue brushing yours with a deep hunger that had your skin prickling.
His hand slid behind your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he kissed you like he had all the time in the world. The robe slipped open a bit more, and the heat radiating from his skin was dizzying.
“You feel so good,” he whispered against your lips, before trailing down your neck, biting gently at the spot below your ear. “Missed this… missed you.”
You didn’t even realize your hands were untying his robe until you felt the fabric fall away, revealing his bare chest beneath. He looked so good it hurt. His skin was smooth and warm beneath your palms, chest rising and falling steadily as he let you explore.
He leaned back slightly, watching your face as you touched him. “You gonna just look,” he murmured, “or are you gonna do something about it?”
You gave him a look that made him smirk—before you pushed him down against the pillows.
His eyes darkened immediately.
“I want to taste you,” you said, voice hoarse, honest.
“Fuck,” Yunho breathed, “come here.”
You crawled over him, straddling his waist, and he sat up just enough to pull your shirt over your head in one swift move, mouth dragging along your collarbone, down the swell of your chest. Your skin burned under his lips, and your back arched instinctively when his tongue flicked over your nipple, teasing, then sucking softly until you gasped.
You could feel him hard against your thigh, and the sheer heat between you two was making it hard to breathe.
“You drive me crazy,” he whispered, voice low and raw. “You know that?”
His hands slid down your waist, thumbs pressing into your hips as he rolled you over, switching positions so quickly it left you breathless. Now, he was over you, robe discarded, his body pressed fully against yours, skin to skin.
Everywhere he touched felt electric—his mouth trailing down your stomach, the scratch of his jaw against your inner thigh, the way he looked up at you before disappearing between your legs like he was about to worship you.
And he did.
Tongue slow and deliberate, fingers steady as he built you up—until your back arched off the mattress and your moans filled the room. He held you there, trembling, falling apart just for him.
When he came back up, your lips met in a mess of desperation. You needed him now.
“Condom,” you whispered, barely able to speak.
Yunho reached into the drawer beside the bed, rolling one on with practiced ease. And then—he was there, pressing into you slow and deep, forehead against yours, like he couldn’t stand to be even an inch away.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
You did.
And in that moment, nothing else existed—just him, the feeling of his body moving against yours, the way he kissed you like he needed to, like he missed you, like he never wanted to let go again.
The pace built quickly—each thrust rougher, deeper, like he was trying to mark every inch of you. Your nails dragged down his back, and he hissed into your neck, rutting harder, faster, until you were both trembling on the edge.
“Cum for me,” he growled, voice wrecked. “Wanna feel you lose it.”
And when you did—when your body shook beneath him and he followed moments after, groaning your name into your skin—it felt like the world had stopped spinning, just for the two of you.
After, Yunho didn’t move.
He stayed there, wrapped around you, chest rising and falling against yours. The afterglow settled like warmth between your bones, and his hand found yours beneath the sheets.
“I don’t want this to be just one night again,” he said softly, lips brushing your forehead.
You turned your head, eyes meeting his. “Then don’t let it be.”
You must’ve drifted off. The sheets were tangled around your leg, skin sticky with sweat, heart still finding its rhythm again. The room had gone quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning and Yunho’s soft, steady breathing next to you.
You opened your eyes slowly.
He was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, watching you.
“You’re staring,” you murmured, voice still wrecked from earlier.
He smiled, the kind that made your stomach flutter. “I’m thinking.”
“Dangerous.”
He reached out, brushing a damp strand of hair from your forehead. “I want you again.”
You blinked. “Already?”
Yunho leaned in, lips brushing against your jaw. “I’m not done showing you how much I missed you.”
Before you could reply, his mouth found your throat again, slower this time, lazy and teasing. His fingers slid along your waist, gripping possessively before moving lower. You gasped when his hand slipped between your thighs again—already knowing exactly how to touch you.
“You’re sensitive,” he whispered, trailing kisses down your chest. “Still so wet for me.”
You whimpered, hips arching off the bed as his fingers toyed with your folds, dragging slow circles that made you tremble.
“I love how your body reacts to me,” he breathed. “It’s like you’re made for me.”
You reached for him, your fingers tangling in his messy black hair as he slid lower, tongue replacing his fingers, lapping at you slowly until your thighs were trembling around his shoulders.
“Yunho—please,” you whispered, and the way your voice broke on his name made him groan against you.
He came back up, lips slick, eyes dark. “Want me to fuck you again, baby?”
“Yes,” you gasped.
He reached for another condom, tearing the packet with his teeth like he couldn’t wait. And then he was on top of you again, this time slower, deeper, rolling his hips in a rhythm that had your toes curling and your head thrown back against the pillows.
“You feel so good,” he growled, kissing your collarbone. “I could stay inside you forever.”
You clenched around him at his words, dragging him closer, bodies moving like they’d been made to fit. He held your face in both hands this time, looking into your eyes as he thrust into you harder, deeper.
“I want all of you,” he said, voice breaking. “Not just tonight.”
You barely heard the words over the sound of your own pleasure rising, threatening to drown you again—but you felt them, in the way he kissed you after, slow and almost reverent.
Your second orgasm crashed over you like a wave, Yunho following a moment later, burying himself deep with a groan that sent shivers through your spine.
This time, when you both collapsed into the sheets, you didn’t untangle.
The Next Morning
The sunlight was soft when it slipped through the curtains, casting golden lines across the sheets and your bare skin. You woke to the feeling of arms around your waist, warm breath on the back of your neck.
Yunho was spooning you—legs tangled with yours, chest pressed to your back, heartbeat a steady thump against your spine.
You smiled sleepily, not opening your eyes just yet.
His voice was quiet, groggy. “You awake?”
“Mmhmm.”
His grip tightened slightly, like he was making sure you were really there. “Good. I had a dream you left.”
“I didn’t,” you whispered, turning in his arms to face him.
Yunho looked softer in the daylight, still devastatingly beautiful, but boyish in a way that made your chest ache. His hair was a mess, lips kiss-swollen, and his robe was still draped at the end of the bed, forgotten.
You reached out to touch his face, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. “Didn’t plan on leaving.”
He leaned into your touch, eyes closing for a second. “Stay longer?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
He smiled, pulling you into him again, lips finding yours for a slow, sleepy kiss that tasted like warmth and second chances.
No rush. No pretending.
Just Yunho. Just you. And the soft hum of a morning that felt like the start of something real.
note : this is kind of emotional. I cried while writing this. lol sorry guys, I love yunho deeply it's insane :( basically everything I wrote here was from my feelings, and I want to hear his heartbeat so bad it's so comforting.
genre : fluff (extremely fluffy, emotional)
word count : 2.8k
pairing : bf! yunho x gf! reader
summary : On a rainy day, you and Yunho cancel your plans and stay wrapped up together in a blanket on the couch. The sound of his heartbeat becomes your safe haven—your favourite sound in the world. As you both share soft moments of affection, Yunho surprises you with a heartfelt proposal, telling you he had planned something more elaborate, but realized this quiet, rainy moment with you was perfect.
You say yes, overwhelmed with joy and emotion. That night, you fall asleep with your ear over his chest, the steady beat of his heart lulling you to sleep. The next morning, sunlight streams through the window, and you wake up wrapped in his arms—engaged and completely at peace. He pulls you close, and the two of you share a soft, loving kiss—slow and full of quiet emotion—sealing the beginning of your forever.
Rain painted the sky in shades of silver, the clouds sagging low and full. It wasn’t the dramatic kind of storm that came with thunder and flashes of light—it was gentler, steadier. A quiet kind of rain that tapped against the windows like it was asking to be let in, as though even the weather wanted to join you in this stillness.
You and Yunho had cancelled your plans the moment the first drops started falling. Something about rainy days just made everything slow down. The city felt softer. Time felt like it stretched. And today, there was nowhere you’d rather be than in his arms.
You were both on the couch, wrapped in a giant grey knit blanket that covered you from shoulders to toes. A candle flickered quietly on the coffee table, sending hints of vanilla and warmth into the room. There was a movie playing, some old rom-com neither of you were really paying attention to, because Yunho’s heartbeat was far more captivating than anything on-screen.
You were curled into him, head tucked under his chin, your cheek pressed over his chest. His arms were lazily slung around you, holding you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever been given. Every few seconds, his thumb would stroke along your spine in a soft, thoughtless rhythm, like he needed to remind himself you were there.
But you weren’t going anywhere. Not now. Not ever, if you had your way.
The sound of his heartbeat echoed steadily beneath your ear.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
It was your favourite sound in the world.
You closed your eyes, letting yourself be completely surrounded by it—his warmth, his scent, the way his chest moved when he breathed. Everything about Yunho made you feel like you were wrapped in safety.
And that heartbeat… It was more than just comfort. It was a song only you got to hear like this. A reminder that he was alive, that he was real, that he was yours.
“Are you asleep?” Yunho’s voice was low, rumbling through his chest.
"No,” you whispered. “Just listening.”
“To what?”
“You.”
He chuckled softly. “I’m not saying anything.”
“You don’t have to,” you replied, your voice soft and honest. “Your heart’s talking.”
His hand stilled on your back, then curled tighter around you. You felt him exhale, and something about that one breath—how full of emotion it felt—made your own eyes sting.
“I love you,” he said suddenly, like he couldn’t keep it in anymore.
Your heart caught in your throat. Even after all the times he’d said it before, it still hit you like the first time. Maybe it always would.
You shifted a little so you could look up at him. His dark eyes met yours, soft and open and impossibly full of everything you’d ever wanted.
“I love you too,” you said, more than a reply—it was a promise.
He leaned down and kissed your forehead, his lips lingering like he was imprinting the moment into your skin.
The rain picked up a little, a steady rhythm like nature’s own lullaby.
“Remember our first rainy day together?” he murmured, smiling.
You laughed. “How could I forget? We got soaked trying to share one umbrella.”
He grinned. “You were grumpy for an hour.”
“You kept stepping in puddles on purpose!”
“It was funny!”
You mock-pouted, but you were laughing. “My socks were wet, Yunho. Wet.”
He tilted his head dramatically. “And yet… you still fell for me.”
“I did,” you said, quieter now. “I really did.”
You sat up just enough to cup his face in your hands. He leaned into your touch immediately. His skin was warm beneath your palms, his jaw rough with a little stubble. Your thumbs stroked along his cheeks, and his eyes closed.
“I fall for you more every day,” you whispered.
He opened his eyes again, something serious flickering there now. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
And somehow, you believed it.
Because it wasn’t just in his words—it was in the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching. The way he always remembered the little things, like how you took your tea or how your shoulders tensed when you were stressed. It was in the way he reached for your hand without thinking, the way he always offered you the last bite of dessert, the way he said your name like it was something sacred.
You laid back down on his chest, and again, the sound of hisheart welcomed you home.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“I think I could stay here forever,” you murmured.
“You can,” he said instantly. “You will. I’m not going anywhere.”
The emotion in his voice hit you right in the chest.
“You mean that?”
He moved so you were face to face, his hand cradling the side of your head. “I’ve never meant anything more. I want forever with you. Days like this. Nights wrapped in blankets. Rainy mornings. Boring errands. Stupid inside jokes. All of it. With you.”
A tear slid down your cheek before you even realized it was there.
He brushed it away gently. “Hey,” he said softly. “What’s that for?”
“I’m just… happy,” you said, voice trembling with it. “Like really, really happy.”
He pulled you into his arms again, tighter this time, and buried his face in your hair. “Me too.”
Time passed. You weren’t sure how long—maybe minutes, maybe hours. The movie ended. The candle burned lower. But the two of you didn’t move. The world could’ve stopped spinning, and you wouldn’t have noticed, not with the way Yunho was holding you.
At one point, he whispered, “Do you want to take a nap?”
You shook your head. “No. I just want this.”
“Okay,” he said softly. “Then let’s stay right here.”
Eventually, he shifted just enough to pull the blanket higher over your shoulders. You noticed his eyes had gone glassy too. You weren’t the only one feeling everything all at once.
“I never believed in soulmates,” he said after a while. “Untilyou.”
You blinked back more tears, your throat thick. “I used to think love like this only existed in stories.”
He looked at you, and you could see your entire future in his gaze. Not a perfect one, but one filled with love, with effort, with home. With him.
“Then I guess we’re the story,” he said. “And this… this is the best part.”
You smiled, full of everything. “No. The best part’s still coming.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” you said. “Because we’ve got a whole lifetime to go.”
He pulled you into him again, and for the rest of the afternoon, you stayed tangled up in each other, two hearts beating in time. The rain kept falling, but it couldn’t touch you. You were wrapped in something stronger. Something softer.
Love.
Real, quiet, overwhelming love.
And as you drifted off in his arms, the sound of his heartbeat singing you to sleep, you realized you’d found your favouritesound.
And it would always lead you home.
The rain had slowed into a drizzle, soft enough that the only sound now was the gentle tap-tap on the windows and the faint ticking of the clock. Yunho had been quiet for a few minutes. Not the uncomfortable kind—he just seemed… thoughtful.
You shifted slightly to look up at him. His eyes weren’t on the TV, or the window. They were on you.
“Yunho?” you asked, voice sleepy-soft.
He blinked out of his daze. “Hmm?”
“You okay?”
He smiled—but it was a nervous kind of smile. One that made your heart tilt sideways. You could feel something in the air shift, like the quiet before a life-changing moment. His hands gently found yours beneath the blanket, fingers intertwining, holding you like you were something fragile and precious.
“I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time,” he murmured.
You tilted your head. “What moment?”
He took a slow breath, then reached behind the couch cushion and pulled something small from underneath it.
A tiny velvet box.
Your heart stopped.
“I was going to do this some other way,” he said. “Out somewhere fancy. A dinner. Or a trip. Something big. But... then we canceled our plans, and we stayed in, and you laid your head on my chest and told me my heartbeat is your favorite sound in the world…”
He paused, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.
“…And I realized—this is it. This is exactly how I want to ask you.”
He opened the box.
Inside was a delicate, simple ring. A soft silver band with a small diamond, nothing flashy, but somehow perfect. It looked like you.
“Because this is us. You, me, and the rain. Your cheek on my chest. Our future curled up in a blanket.”
Tears blurred your vision before you could even respond.
“I love you,” he said, voice trembling with emotion. “I love you more than anything I’ve ever known. You make everything better. You are my home. So, will you let me spend the rest of my life loving you?”
His eyes searched yours, full of so much hope, so much certainty.
“Will you marry me?”
The world quieted. Even the rain paused, as if holding its breath.
You threw your arms around him, tears already slipping down your cheeks. “Yes,” you whispered into his neck. “Of course yes. A thousand times yes.”
He let out a shaky laugh, hugging you so tight you thought your ribs might crack from happiness. The ring slid onto your finger like it had always belonged there.
There were no fireworks. No crowd. Just you, him, and the sound of rain against the window.
But it was everything.
And you fell asleep that night still wrapped in his arms, your ring catching the soft candlelight, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear. It was still your favorite sound.
The Next Morning
You woke up before him.
The rain had stopped, and the sun was shyly pushing through the clouds, painting golden streaks across the sheets. The entire apartment smelled like morning—linen, sunlight, and the faintest trace of him.
Yunho was still asleep beside you, half the blanket kicked off, one arm flung around your waist, holding you like instinct.
You watched him for a moment. He looked so peaceful when he slept. Soft. Safe. His lashes cast shadows over his cheeks. His lips parted slightly, breath slow and warm.
You looked down at your hand—the ring was still there. Real. Shining. The evidence of everything last night had meant.
A tear slipped out of your eye before you could stop it. You’d never known you could feel this full.
Yunho stirred.
“Mmh?” He blinked up at you, voice raspy. “Why’re you crying? Bad dream?”
You shook your head, smiling. “No. Just… too happy.”
He rolled toward you, eyes still half-lidded with sleep, and pulled you back into his chest. Your head found its home again, right over his heart.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
You closed your eyes. “Still my favorite sound.”
He kissed your forehead without opening his eyes. “You’re gonna hear it forever.”
You snuggled closer, wrapping your arms around him. The sunlight bathed the room in gold, and the world outside was quiet and clean.
And in that small, sleepy moment, wrapped in his warmth and the promise of everything ahead—you knew
You had everything you ever needed.
Love.Joy.Home.
And the heartbeat of the person who would never let you go.
You were still tucked against his chest when Yunho whispered, “Hey… look at me.”
His voice was quiet, like he didn’t want to break the softness of the morning. You tilted your head up, your cheek still warm from resting against him. His eyes met yours, and he smiled—a sleepy, slow smile that melted your whole body into the mattress.
“Hi,” you whispered.
He chuckled softly. “Hi.”
His thumb brushed your cheek, slow and gentle, like he was memorizing every inch of your face. “You know,” he said, “last night feels like a dream.”
“It wasn’t,” you murmured, lifting your hand to show him the ring again. “You really did it.”
“And you really said yes,” he whispered, like he still couldn’t believe it.
His forehead touched yours, breaths mingling, and everything stilled around you. Just warmth and comfort and a kind of happiness that settled deep in your chest.
Then Yunho leaned in and kissed you.
It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t intense. It was slow—so slow it made your eyes flutter shut, so full of emotion it felt like his heart was pouring into yours.
His lips moved with yours like he had all the time in the world. Like there was nowhere else he wanted to be than right here, wrapped in soft sheets, kissing the person he’d promised forever to.
One of his hands cupped your jaw, the other still holding your waist. He pulled back only slightly, just enough to press his nose to yours and whisper, “You feel like home.”
You smiled, lips brushing his. “So do you.”
He kissed you again, even softer this time—like a whisper, like a prayer, like love.
And in that moment, with morning light warming your skin and his kiss warming your soul, you knew
you and yunho have worked together for years, idol and makeup artist, but until today you’ve never touched him skin to skin. when the world tilts on its head from just a brush of his cheek, you realize he’s so much more than a crush, he’s your soulmate.
when you come into his shop to get your boyfriend's car fixed, yunho can help but wonder what a hardworking, pretty girl like you is doing with someone so...pathetic. and maybe, just maybe, he feels like he could treat you better.
you're a crime fiction writer and you move in with dr. jeong yunho despite his strange, strict house rules. he's very private and you don't mind that, but he's also very cold and unapproachable and you're determined to crack through his walls. little did you know your obsession with gore and crime would melt his heart. Soon, you find yourself tangled in lies, secrets and a detective from your past who suspects yunho and his gang as you navigate thru your relationship with him.
while all of the city loves their superhero and is ready to defend him with their lives, you seem to be the only fool looking at the bigger picture. and the only one to loathe spiderman.
Love Again - @xomakara ✴
| single parent au, single parent!yunho x single parent!reader
You're a lonely single mother sleeping with your coworker, Yunho, who is also a lonely single dad, for the past few months. One night, after a passionate moment, Yunho suggests that maybe it's time for your daughter and his daughter to finally meet.
Yunho’s friends notice him overworking himself like never before. Hongjoong, being the good friend he is, recommends his favorite camgirl. In hopes he can start to destress himself. But being the workaholic he is, he decides to start tutoring for extra cash. Y/n is failing her chemistry classes again. Again. On probation with the school, she agrees to get a tutor. Well, who would’ve thought that tutor would end up being Yunho, and that during one of their study sessions he’ll recognize that back tattoo of his new favorite pastime? Guess we have to find out, don’t we?
yunho cant seem to pick up anyone at the club. for two main reasons, two problems if you will. the first one: his rizz level is negative and the second one... well it's bigger. much, much bigger. a huge problem wooyoung has named "the drill"
Yunho knew that what that stranger had said to him back then wasn't true. He quite literally had physical evidence to prove it. And yet, he couldn't help but think about her comment a little too often.
both you and yunho are chosen to attend the same conference, staying in a local hotel, only there’s only one room, and you both seemingly hate each other
you and yunho are roommates. he never comes home early, except for the one time he does and catches you in the middle of touching yourself and moaning his name.
You and Yunho have been friends for years, and you tell each other everything. He suddenly takes a much more vested interest in your love life when you can't stop mentioning your newest interest.
You and Yunho are friends who are oblivious to each other's feelings. Despite the playful animosity between you two, a strong sexual tension simmers beneath the surface. After a night of flirting and drinking, you finally give in to your desires…
Yunho has the best alcohol tolerance amongst his friends. However, after a night out, you didn't think that his best friend would bring him home, absolutely wasted. Seems like alcohol unlocks a whole new side of your boyfriend you didn't know existed
Despite officially retiring as a professional dominatrix months ago, there's one client you've decided to keep. Maybe it's because of the generous amount he pays, or maybe, just maybe, it's more than that. With the lines between the two of you continuously blurring, you can't help but return every time.
Your best friend Yunho and you always find dates for each other, trying to help each other out with love. You always try to find the best ones for each other, but one day, Yunho sets you up with his “friend”, and you quickly realize that your best friend wants to prove a point. And maybe he actually knows you better than you think - in multiple ways.
college christmas parties, one way or another, always offered you the clarity you needed. like when you asked your friend yunho to be your fake boyfriend for the holidays
you and yunho have been best friends since forever and neighbours for a while, and you find it harder with each passing day to hide your feelings for him.
finally reuniting with your family after years of working abroad, your six year old nephew doesn't leave your side. he wants you to take him to school, he wants to do his homework with you, he wants to sit on your lap during meals, and he wants you to watch his football practice. how convenient that you're almost always alone on that stadium, and that his coach is just the most gorgeous man you've ever seen in your life.
Your friend Hongjoong just held a show for his new fashion line and invited you to photograph the event, but one model catches your eye more than any of the clothes on the runway.
you are on the verge of being expelled, so your teacher helps you find a tutor, yet what you weren't expecting was much more than just tutoring sessions.
Aerophobia - the fear of flying. And clearly, something that your boss has no idea exists. While you curse the universe and the metal bird, your handsome seatmate ponders if it is possible to redirect this flight, from Gwangju, to your heart.
with sex work legal, it was as readily available as texting *739, filling out the form sent, and either choosing your partner or letting the company choose you.Even the more controversial kinks were accommodated, and that was something you wanted.
note : hey guys !! so I was thinking about this story for a long time, so enjoy !! and don't mind me writing so much, yunho fics. I'm too obsessed with him these days TvT
genre : romance, fantasy, royalty au
pairing : prince yunho x princess f!reader
word count : 2.9k+
synopsis : In the kingdom of Valtoria, Princess Y/N has always known that duty comes before love. Betrothed to a prince she does not love, she finds herself drawn to his younger brother, Prince Yunho, whose kindness and warmth awaken emotions she never thought possible. Their love, hidden in stolen moments and whispered promises, is tested by the expectations of the court and the weight of tradition.
As their forbidden love threatens to unravel, fate intervenes, unravelling a conspiracy that changes the course of history. With the kingdom on their side, Y/N and Yunho are finally free to wed, sealing their love not as a secret but as a promise to their people. Years later, as they rule side by side with their children, their love becomes a legend—one that proves that even in a world of duty and sacrifice, love will always triumph.
The kingdom of Valtoria was a land of grandeur, its castles kissed by the sun and its rivers whispering secrets of ancient love. Yet, within its gilded halls, a love story unfolded—one that defied duty, challenged destiny, and was written in the stars long before the lovers even met.
Princess Y/N had spent her life preparing for duty. Every lesson, every whispered word from her tutors, had sculpted her into the perfect queen—the kind who put her people before herself, who followed tradition without question. She had been raised to understand that love was a luxury, not a necessity.
But no lesson had prepared her for Prince Yunho.
He arrived at the Valtorian palace in the bloom of spring, his presence commanding yet effortlessly warm. Unlike the stiff, formal nobles she had grown accustomed to, Yunho carried himself with ease. He was charming, yes, but not in the practiced way of court politicians. His kindness was not a tool but a truth.
Their first meeting was nothing remarkable—just a fleeting exchange in the castle gardens, a courteous greeting. Yet, the way he looked at her, as if he had already read every page of her heart, left her breathless.
And then, there was his voice, rich and smooth like honeyed wine. “It is an honor to finally meet the princess whose name carries the weight of legend.”
She had laughed, surprised by his playfulness. “I hope the legend is not too disappointing in person.”
His gaze held hers, deep and unwavering. “Quite the opposite.”
What began as polite conversations soon turned into something far more dangerous. They met in secret corners of the palace, beneath the grand chandeliers of royal banquets, where stolen glances spoke louder than words. They exchanged letters, hidden in books and carried by trusted hands, each word laced with longing.
Yunho was different from any man she had ever known. He did not view her as a pawn to be played in the great game of politics. To him, she was not just a princess, but a person—with dreams, desires, and fears.
One evening, as they stood in the palace’s moonlit courtyard, Yunho took her hand. “Tell me something true,” he whispered.
She hesitated. Truth was dangerous in their world.
But under his gaze, she felt safe. “I wish I were not a princess.”
His fingers tightened around hers. “And I wish I had met you in another life—one where we were free to love without consequence.”
But love, no matter how powerful, could not erase duty. Y/N was betrothed to another—a man chosen not for love, but for alliance. The engagement was meant to unite Valtoria and Rhenmere, ensuring peace between the two great kingdoms.
Yunho, though a prince, was not her intended. His elder brother was. And in their world, love did not overrule duty.
As the wedding day drew closer, the weight of expectation pressed down on her, suffocating. At night, she lay awake, haunted by the knowledge that she would soon stand at the altar with a man she did not love, while the one who held her heart would be forced to watch in silence.
One evening, in the hidden solace of the castle library, Yunho found her sitting by the window, lost in thought.
“I cannot bear this,” she confessed, tears threatening to spill. “Every step I take leads me further from you.”
He knelt before her, taking her hands in his. “Then let us find another path.”
“But how?” she whispered. “My fate is already written.”
He lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss against her fingers. “Then let us rewrite it.”
Their love was not destined to remain a secret forever. Whispers of their stolen moments reached the ears of the court, and soon, the king himself summoned Yunho.
“I have been patient with your indiscretions,” the king warned. “But love is not a privilege princes can afford. Your duty is to your family, to your kingdom.”
Yunho’s jaw tightened. “And what of her duty to herself? What of her heart?”
The king’s eyes were cold. “A queen does not follow her heart. She follows her duty.”
That night, Y/N and Yunho met in the royal gardens, knowing their time was slipping away. The stars above seemed to weep with them, their silver light casting long shadows across the marble pathways.
“I cannot ask you to fight for something that will only bring you pain,” she whispered, her fingers trailing over his cheek. “I love you too much to see you suffer.”
His hands cupped her face, his touch desperate, reverent. “Then let me suffer. If it means loving you, I would endure every pain, every consequence.”
She closed her eyes, leaning into his embrace. “If only love were enough.”
He kissed her then, slow and deep, as if trying to etch the memory into his very soul. A promise. A vow. No matter what the world demanded of them, their love would remain.
The wedding day arrived, but fate had other plans. A political scandal rocked the royal court—Y/N’s betrothed was caught in a conspiracy against the throne, his betrayal laid bare before the kingdom. The engagement was annulled, the alliance shattered.
And through the storm, Yunho remained by her side.
As the dust settled, the royal council convened. With no heir to marry, a new union was proposed—one that would strengthen the kingdom and honor the people’s wishes.
One that would finally bring Y/N and Yunho together.
The grand halls of the palace were adorned with gold and ivory, the scent of fresh roses filling the air as the kingdom gathered to witness their beloved princess wed the man she had fought so hard to love. As Y/N walked down the aisle, her gown shimmering like stardust, she locked eyes with Yunho, whose smile was brighter than the sun itself.
When he took her hands in his, there was no hesitation, no fear—only love, pure and unwavering. “With this vow,” Yunho said, his voice steady, “I promise to love you in this life and the next, until the stars themselves fade from the sky.”
Tears shimmered in her eyes as she whispered, “And I vow to stand beside you, as your queen, your partner, and the keeper of your heart.”
As they sealed their promises with a kiss, the kingdom erupted into cheers, celebrating the love that had defied all odds.
The years passed, and their love only grew stronger. In the quiet moments, away from the eyes of the court, they found solace in each other’s arms. Their kingdom thrived under their rule, their bond an unshakable force.
And then, one evening, as the sun set over the palace gardens, Y/N watched as Yunho knelt before their twin children, laughter spilling from their lips as he crowned them with flower tiaras.
She smiled, her heart full.
“You’ve given me everything,” she whispered.
Yunho turned to her, his expression soft. “No, my love. You were my everything, long before the world allowed us to be.”
And as their children ran toward them, their laughter filling the air, Y/N knew—love had truly conquered all.
For theirs was a love that would echo through history, whispered in the winds, sung by the stars, and cherished for all eternity.
HONGJOONG
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a group of college students are forced into a semester long interdisciplinary group project, and their chat quickly devolves into academic chaos, sleep deprived rants, and a suspicious amount of tension between jeong yunho and you.
genre/warning: enemies to lovers? attempt at plot, attempt at humor, fluff, angst, kys jokes, adult language and topics, presence of alcohol, suggestive/risque content, yunho is a bit of a bitch at first, sex talk so mdni
summary: a group of college students are forced into a semester long interdisciplinary group project, and their chat quickly devolves into academic chaos, sleep deprived rants, and a suspicious amount of tension between jeong yunho and you.
pairing: neuroscience major!yunho x cognitive science major!reader
genre/warning: afab!reader, enemies to lovers? attempt at plot, attempt at humor, fluff, angst, kys jokes, adult language and topics, presence of alcohol, suggestive/risque content, yunho is a bit of a bitch at first, sex talk so mdni
𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: while all of the city loves their superhero and is ready to defend him with their lives, you seem to be the only fool looking at the bigger picture. and the only one to loathe spiderman.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jeong yunho x f!reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 10k
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, superheroes and supervillains, spiderman!yunho, villain!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: loss of a loved one, injuries, bl00d, SA attempt, mentions of suicide
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this one was in the basement for a year now, thought i'd finish it and see if it helps my writer's block :)
ᨒ Warning:cursing
ᨒ Wordcount:7.3k
ᨒ Rating:sfw
ᨒ Genre:fluff, soulmates:a touch from your soulmate will leave an imprint there, road trip, stuck together/roommates, sunshine & grumpy, one friend group, slight enemies to lovers
ᨒ Summary:If there's one person you never understood, and stopped trying to, it was Jeong Yunho. Upon your first meeting back in college, you just knew he'd be a pain in the ass...and you were right. His vibrant personality matched with the constant smile on his face and sickening positivity always made you stay away from him. But much to your dismay, your friend groups mashed quite well, and years after college, you were still going strong and hanging out at any given opportunity. Much to your horror, your best friend makes you share a room and a bed with Yunho for the weekend, and that's when things change...but not for the reasons you'd first think of.
A/N: Helloo, my loves! And so, we've reached the penultimate drabble of this event, it feels kind of bittersweet, but I am so glad I could share these stories with you, Mina and I had a blast planning this event and writing all the little stories. Posting this drabble today was strategic since I wanted it to be the closest to Yunho's birthday, hehe, so happy belated birthday to our Yunho! ^^ Out of all the stories, this was the first one I got an idea for, so I'm really excited to finally post it. It turned out shorter than I expected (and I'm glad for that ahahaha). I hope you enjoy, I'd like to thank everyone who have shared their thoughts on all of our stories, we appreciate your feedback lots! That being said, let me know what you thought of this one, and I hope to see you around for my other stories! ^^ divider@cromernet
alright, been thinking alot and one thought crossed my mind. a yunho one shot. this came at work idk how, don't ask i'm sick in the head.
you're married (not to yunho) BUT you've had a rough marriage with your husband lately & one night you decided to go out with your friends. you got drunk, had too many shots of tequila. dancing alone at the dance floor blah blah.
you met yunho that night, he approached slowly and you started talking.
ever since that night, you and yunho have been texting back and forth. you never told him abt your marriage, you don't even wear the ring.
꩜ synopsis .ᐟ — picture perfect marriage downfall caused by the undeniably hot golden man
꩜ content .ᐟ— mature content | non-idol!yunho | cheater!reader | husband!hongjoong | lots of overthinking | bad decisions ( or were they? ) |
꩜ warnings .ᐟ — smut, MDNI 18+ | drunk sex | slight dirty talking | affair | unprotected sex ( pls do not yall ! ) | very long ( sorry )
꩜ author’s note .ᐟ— i’ve been pretty unactive here and it’s supposed to be my beginning on tumblr so i’m truly sorry for that, but anyway here i am almost two months later and i’m back to the requests. i hope you enjoy the story ahead and that it suits your wish!
꩜ the characters and events in the story are all fictional except for the k-idols taken to fill in the imaginary role of a main character. nothing in my works is an attempt for sexualization nor it’s a hate towards anyone. please keep in mind everything is fiction and the way idols act is not presenting their actual picture nor i want to ruin their image to the society. if you’re staying up for reading. i hope you enjoy. don’t forget to like, reblog and leave a comment. it means a lot. thank you. .ᐟ
Marrying a wealthy man, with his future clearly painted out across the golden canvas. The one who graduated from an elite college and who’s name people in the city say with the brightest smile was definitely a plan your parents had for you.
And weren’t you just the luckiest girl in the world for finding that perfect love in the third year of college, a love many of your friends could only dream of having, saying that soulmates only exist because you and he are together.
Kim Hongjoong was exactly that man — the one who fits next to you.
Blinded by the young heat of love, not caring how many more tomorrows were ahead, being the couple the whole campus was gossiping about.
Hongjoong was every girl’s dream — a full green forest, they’d say. Women were naturally attracted to him by his good and neat-boy character.
A little bit nerdy, head always in the book but his little breaks during lessions were all about you.
You didn’t think you’d get this happy with choosing a man like Hongjoong, considering your previous choice in the opposite sex.
Soon after graduating, both of you got promised to a life together in front of the altar, reciting the vows and saying “I do.”
Ever since then, it was all like a fairytale. Days and nights spent with the man of your dreams.
Five years into the marriage passed in the blink of an eye, but just as everything seemed to be milk and honey to the freshly married — it turned out the milk was closer to expiring.
You had always admired Hongjoong’s passion for work and improvement in all stages life brought him but it’s just wasn’t healthy.
He was a workacholic. The insane kind of one.
Obsessed with the every single detail that happened in his company. He was always the first one to accept the call, grab his coat and rush out of the house without a second glance at you.
The sheets of your shared bedroom often cold, the mornings and nights turned into an endless routine of waking up and falling asleep alone.
You were quite understanding of his actions, as being your own boss is truly a lot of work for the man who somehow manages it all alone. But it seemed like work was the only thing on his mind, even when catching a dinner with you on a quiet Sunday when he could spare those 20 minutes away from the office.
For some time now you had been offering Hongjoong help and get a job in the company as well, but he would quickly dismiss you, saying how he got it all handled and that you should take care of yourself and rest.
Of course, as frustrating as it sounded, you were grateful. Hongjoong’s money was keeping you food on the table and whatever you wanted it was delivered to you in a seconds. He tried his best to redeem himself and soon enough your closet was full of many dresses, necklaces and shoes he used to buy whenever he would stay late at work.
It was always delivered to you by the postman and at the beginning, this gesture of his made you happy, showing that he still cared about you and that he was just busy. But now the feeling was worn off, just like every piece of clothing he got you by now.
You realized that you craved attention, love and your husband’s touch and it’s something you weren’t getting at all from Hongjoong.
Your friends would often tease you, saying how Hongjoong must be a perfect husband during the day and that he probably satisfied all your needs during the night.
Hongjoong was, in fact, good in bed, from what you experienced with him by now. People would think that being married for five years means you two couldn’t keep your hands away from each other but it was quite the opposite. You can’t remember the last time you had sex with Hongjoong. Was it last month? Or last year?
Your body was feeling the pressure of being sexually frustrated, especially during ovulation and Hongjoong was usually never in sight.
It’s embarrassing to remember how many times you needed to pleasure yourself just to be able to sleep at night alone in the bed. It was without any thoughts, not even about your husband, just a quick chance of getting some relief even if it was never enough.
Of course seducing him at some point was in your thoughts but it always led to the words of “I’m busy now Y/N” or “I’m tired”.
Today was also a day in this routine of marriage with Hongjoong. He wasn’t home and yet another night alone was ahead of you, until your friend group decided it would be awesome to get together and grab some drinks outside.
And this was exactly what you needed — to get out of this house and have a little bit of fun without the emptiness of the room hugging you.
Getting dressed, you picked the last dress Hongjoong had bought for you. It was the short black one, that reached your mid-thigh, with tiny sparkles all around it.
A slight touch of a smokey eye make-up with a little bit of redness on your lips that made you look elegant. Your hair reached just above your breasts and for this occasion you had it up in a nicely shaped bun with a few strands falling messily yet gracefully on your face.
By the time you got ready, your friend group arrived outside your door. Grabbing the small leather purse with your phone, you escaped the boredom behind you into the black BMW your closest friend, Haerin, owned.
“ So where are we going? “ — you questioned, putting on your seatbealt.
“ To a club downtown. “ — the brunette from the backseat responded, making your head turn to look at her.
“ Why didn’t you tell me it was a club? Do I look too elegant for it now? “ — slight anxiety rose up on your spine.
“ Girl, are you for real now? I would absolutely bang you right here on this backseat if I were a lesbian. But I have to say you’re kinda making me rethink my sexuality now. “ — Eunchae, the blonde next to the brunette replied.
“ I’m telling this to Wooyoung. “ — Jiyong, the brunette replied, about to jokingly take out her phone and call Wooyoung — Eunchae’s boyfriend.
You admired them honestly. Wooyoung was the man Eunchae met while working at the cafe back in her college days. He kept on getting the same thing every morning and once when paying for the drink — he slipped in the note saying how beautiful she was and that he would like to get her number, which she gladly gave him.
Even though ending up in his bed on the night of their first date wasn’t how the relationships should go, it was just right with them, in their own way, both matching each other’s energies to the point of perfection.
Jiyong was the only one single in the friend group, with a mindset of a high school girl, still having one night stands and not looking for any serious relationship yet, following with “The night is still young, so am I.”
Haerin, in the driver’s seat, had been married once, then divorced from a man she couldn’t see the future with anymore.
Choi Jongho, was it? You couldn’t really remember, but you do remember her saying that they stayed in touch since they both had financial sharings together.
And yet, somehow, you felt that you were the only one in the group with the worst case of a marriage there is.
Haerin parked the car not far away from the club and you all reached the front door in a few steps.
“ Oh, you weren’t joking this is literally a club. “
“ Should’ve gone to a strip club instead. “ — Eunchae commented once you got inside.
The darkness, hyped atmosphere, colorful lights barely shining through the smoke cloud that made your eyes burn a little, it was all what described this place you’d stepped into.
Jiyong got you a table in the very corner of the room, making sure you had the entire club in clear view.
Ordering the first drinks, you started off strong, with tequila shots.
“ To the girls night! “ — Haerin made a toast as the tequila burned down your throat mixed with the salty taste on the tongue.
Thirty minutes in, so many glasses of tequila had been taken and brought back to your table. The conversation between you started as a gossip session but turned into aimless words and silly laughter. The alcohol was strongly getting to your senses, but knowing your friends, this was only the beginning.
Eunchae kept the tequila coming until Jiyong deciced that you’re done with the appetizers, switching to the Red Label whiskey.
“ Oh my God, Hae, that handsome guy is totally checking you out! “ — Jiyong squealed, shaking Haerin’s form while she tried to gulp down yet another whiskey.
“ What are you talking about? “ — totally confused, Haerin drunkenly searched the crowd until Jiyong grabbed her cheeks, turning her head toward the table across from yours.
There sat four men, and the one who had taken an interest in Haerin had platinum silver hair that fell perfectly over his Aphrodite-like features.
“ Oh fuck, he’s really looking. “ — Haerin giggled, taking another glass of whiskey, her cheeks blushing.
“ Go fucking get him! “ — Eunchae stole the glass from her hands.
“ No, no… I really shouldn’t get involved with another man so quickly. “ — Haerin said, but her eyes never left the silver-haired boy until he suddenly stood up and walked over towards you.
“ Shit he’s coming… “ — Haerin panicked for a moment, trying to act natural but her drunken state was not cooperating with her.
“ Hello ladies! “ — the deep voice echoed. “ What are you drinking? “
“ Ohh, and why would you be interested? “ — Eunchae teased the figure that patiently stood in front of your table.
“ I want to make a deal and buy you pretty ladies a drink as long as you’re willing to give me this little angel here for a dance. “ — He said, smirking as his eyes fell on Haerin.
“ Oh my God, just take her already! “ — Jiyong said, pushing Haerin foward.
“ Thank you, all your drinks are on me now. “ — He said, taking Haerin by the hand, pulling her towards the dance floor.
“ I want to dance now too. “ — Jiyong pouted.
“ Then let’s fucking go? “ — Eunchae exclaimed.
“ I’m going to get some water first. I feel my head pounding already. “ — you said, standing up carefully as you made your way towards the bartender.
“ Hi, can I order one glass of water please? “
“ I fear there is no alcohol in that. “ — an unfamiliar voice said from your left side.
You turned your head to look at the boy who was sitting on one of the bar stools, a shot of what seemed to be whiskey in his right hand.
His eyes droopy, ears slightly red, indicating that he’s already drunk enough. Dirty blonde hair styled nicely with wet bangs covering his sweaty forehead. He was dressed in a white shirt, sleeves rolled up in what seemed to be an attempt to do so. Three buttons undone, showing off his milky skin and collarbones underneath. A small simple chain around his neck with a silver cross symbol.
He looked like he came neither out of the dance floor or the heavy make-out session from the bathroom.
“ I’ve already had enough of it. “ — you said, a smile planted on your lips.
“ Being in a place like this means the word ‘enough’ doesn’t really apply. “ — He replied. “ You know you can always get another glass of alcohol, it has the right amount of water inside it too. “
You rolled your eyes playfully, the smile still on your lips hearing his choice of words.
“ Wisely said. “
The bartender brought you a glass of cold clear water and the man sitting next to you turned to speak to him.
“ Two more glasses. “ — he said, pointing at the, now empty, whiskey glass beside him.
You looked at him while with wide eyes, surprised that he ordered one glass for you too.
“ It would be a shame if I didn’t order you a drink now. That wouldn’t be very gentleman of me. “ — he said, a small smirk forming at the corner of his lips.
“ Well thank you, that’s very gentlemanly of you…? “ — you trailed off waiting to hear him say his name, realizing he hadn’t introduced himself yet.
“ Yunho. “
Yunho. The name suited him. Like some kind of golden retriever, wanting to be petted, his droopy eyes and drunken movements made you want to embrace him in your arms. His aura was definitely dangerous and that’s what seemed to trigger you, drawing you closer to him more than you would have wanted to.
“ I’m Y/N. “
“ Well Y/N, cheers to us meeting each other. “ — Yunho said, pushing the new welcomed glass of whiskey in front of him towards you.
You tried not to grin like an idiot, so a sly smile decorated your features as your glass clicked with his and both of you emptied its contents, the whiskey burning all the way down to your stomach.
The conversation with Yunho continued naturally — or, it was probably the after effect of all the alcohol you both had during the talk.
You definitely weren’t the same person who had walked through the club doors by now. Eyes half-lidded, drunk smile to whatever Yunho was saying with occasionally playfully punching his shoulder.
After taking one more sip of the golden whiskey from the glass, Yunho looked up at you, offering his hand.
“ Do you want to dance? “
You nodded without even looking at him, immediately placing your hand in his as he guided you through the crowd of chaotic people to the middle of the flashing darkness of the club.
The music was too loud for you to even talk to him now. Your body, consumed by the alcohol, swayed in it’s own way with every step closer to Yunho, who was following your movements.
You let your hair fall down from your bun, leaving it messily to cover your shoulders.
His eyes never left you, even in the flickering lights, the smoke cloud — his dark eyes were creating holes all over your body and face, admiring your every breath. If he could he would take a picture of you like this with his own eyes.
You found yourself pressed against him in a way that wasn’t appropriate for a married woman, but your mind was drowning itself in the euphoria of the moment.
Yunho’s hands slowly creeped around your waist, keeping you close to him.
Sweat was forming on your neck and forehead. The close proximity was doing nothing to settle the flames in your body.
You reached for your hair, gathering it and moving it to the side, letting your neck breathe for a moment — but Yunho seized the opportunity, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder that made you shiver in his arms.
“ You’re so beautiful. “ — the breathy voice spoke in your ear.
Your eyes closed for a moment as you drunkenly giggled at his words.
“ Is that why you kissed my shoulder? You think it’s beautiful? “ — you laughed.
The question didn’t really make any sense but does this all even make sense to you anymore?
“ Yeah… “ — Yunho chuckled behind you. “ Maybe I need to kiss every part of your body. Because it’s beautiful as well. “
His deep voice rang in your ears, despite the loud music. Your stomach coiled tight, not just from the alcohol but from something more dangerous—something you weren’t supposed to feel.
You should pull away. The rational part of your mind screamed at you, reminding you of the vows you took, the man waiting — or rather, not waiting— at home. But then there was this other part of you, the one that had been buried for years under loneliness and cold sheets, the one that ached for touch, for heat, for something that felt real.
Your silence was enough of an answer for Yunho. His fingers pressed a little firmer against your waist, drawing you back against his chest. Your breath caught in your throat as his lips brushed against your exposed shoulder again, slower this time, more deliberate.
A quiet sigh left your lips before you could stop it. Your head tilted slightly to the side, granting him more access, and Yunho took the invitation without hesitation. His lips trailed along the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.
This isn’t right at all, but why does it make you feel so good?
“ Tell me to stop. “ — Yunho murmured, his voice thick with something dark, something teasing. “ Tell me you don’t want this, and I will. “
You should. God, you should.
But the thoughts of his soft pink lips all over your body, your sweaty, naked bodies pressed against each other, his tender fingers exploring every inch of your skin are what keeps you insane in your head.
“ Don’t stop… “ — you whispered, barely audible over the pounding music.
Yunho let out a soft curse under his breath, his lips grazing just beneath your jaw before trailing lower. His hands slid down, gripping your hips as he guided your movements with his own, grinding your bodies together. Your back arched, your ass grinding against him.
The friction was already too much for him to handle, his uneven breaths, sweat dripping on his forehead and droopy drunk eyes decorating his features.
You felt his hardness pressing into you, the feeling making you chuckle as your eyes closed enjoying the atmosphere.
“ Fuck. “ — he breathed against your neck, his voice strained, full of restraint he was barely holding onto. “ You have no idea what you’re doing to me. “
You did. Oh, you definitely did. And you liked it.
The warmth of his mouth sent a shiver down your spine, and your fingers instinctively curled around his wrists, keeping his hands exactly where they were — on you.
“ You’re playing a dangerous game. “ — he murmured, his lips ghosting over your jawline now.
“ So are you. “ — you countered, voice softer, teasing.
He let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “ Yeah… but I don’t think I care anymore. “
Neither did you.
His touch was fire against your skin, his palm pressing possessively as he whispered. “ Let me take you somewhere quieter. “
It wasn’t a question.
And you didn’t hesitate.
With a slow, deliberate turn, you finally faced him, your noses nearly touching. His pupils were blown, lips parted, waiting — for you, for your answer.
You licked your lips, fingers reaching up to play with the collar of his half-unbuttoned shirt before gripping the fabric, tugging him just a little closer.
“ Lead the way. “ — you murmured.
Yunho didn’t waste another second.
The club was a blur of flashing lights and pulsing bass, the heat of the dance floor fading as he led you toward the back, where a set of sleek, black stairs spiraled upward into dimly lit exclusivity.
Your steps faltered for just a moment, a flicker of hesitation tightening in your chest.
“ Where are we? “
Yunho turned back, his dark, hooded eyes locking onto yours as he smirked. “ Private lounge. “ — he explained, nodding toward the security guard at the base of the stairs. “ Owner’s a friend. “
A friend. Right. You didn’t need to question further. Places like this, high-end clubs with an air of indulgence, always had secret spaces—rooms meant for more than just drinking and talking.
Yunho led you toward the white polished wooden door at the end of the hallway. He pushed it open, revealing a space that was complete opposite of the chaos downstairs.
A low-lit room, a single king-sized bed dominating the center. The scent of leather and freshly washed sheets lingered in the air.
You swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the reality of this moment.
This wasn’t just some reckless dance on the club floor anymore.
This was real. This was happening. You were about to have sex with a stranger you met at the club.
You — a married woman.
But of course, at the moment we’re speaking, all the consequences of this left your mind along with your dignity.
Yunho turned to you, his gaze carefully reading your reaction. “ Say the word. “ — he murmured, voice thick. “ And I’ll walk you back downstairs. “
Was walking downstairs something you wanted now? Absolutely not. You were not going to chicken out drunk in front of a hell handsome man with an aching boner in his pants who was yearning for you, plus your legs were killing you in these heels.
Your fingers found the front of his shirt again, your fingers hooking slightly under it making his jaw clench.
“ Close the door. “ — you whispered.
Yunho cursed under his breath before reaching back, shoving the door shut and locking them.
Oh, you’re fucked.
You stepped forward, pressing your lips against his in a kiss that was all heat and hunger. Yunho groaned against your mouth, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you flush against him, your bodies fitting together lustfully perfect.
His lips left yours only to trail across your jaw, down your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your pulse. His teeth softly grazing your skin.
“ No marks, please… “ — you said breathlessly.
Yunho smirked against your neck, leaving a few more kisses that added the fuel to the already burning flames in your body.
“ As you wish, princess. “
His hands lifted your dress higher, sliding up your thighs, pushing the fabric over your hips. You gasped as his fingers pressed against the lace of your panties where you needed him the most.
“ You’re already so wet for me. “ — he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. His fingers moved slowly, teasing you through the thin fabric, sending shivers up your spine.
“ Yunho… “ — your whimpered, holding his shoulders like your life depended on them.
He hummed in response, his free hand slipping under your chin, tilting your face up toward him again. His lips hovered just above yours, teasing, taunting. “ You sure you want this, hm? “
Your heart pounded. Your body screamed for more, for everything.
“ Please… “ — you breathed. “ I want you. “
Yunho groaned, his restraint finally snapping. He grabbed your hips, guiding you backward until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You fell onto the mattress, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he followed, his weight pressing you down, anchoring you beneath him.
His lips were everywhere — your neck, your collarbone, the tops of your breasts as he pushed the straps of your dress down your shoulders, taking it off of you. His hands were rough, impatient, tugging fabric, exploring skin, lighting fire everywhere they touched.
Even in such a hurry blinded by the lust he took his time to worship every part of your almost naked body in front of him.
“ Fuck… You’re like a goddess. “
Your hands tugged slightly on his shirt, he quickly got the message, unbuttoning it completely and throwing it away.
I’m a goddess? Does he see himself?
Yunho’s body was picture perfect presented in front of your eyes. His shoulders wide just the right size, not too buff, not too slim — he was just perfect.
You sat up on the bed unclasping your black lacy bra, throwing it aside, immediately finding his belt.
“ Eager one, aren’t you? “ — Yunho teased, looking down at you.
“ Damn right I am. “ — You said, boldly, not even hidding the urge to have him all over you tonight in every possible way.
The touch deprivation inside of you brust out the moment Yunho touched you first.
Now all you could focus on was him, his body, his hands and his dick that was painfully hard and hidden beneath the pants you fastly tugged off of him.
Once his dick was out right in front of your face, you were definitely not disappointed by the size.
You wasted no time in taking it in your hand, stroking it a few times before your tongue ran over the anrgy tip, collecting the leaking pre-cum.
Yunho’s breathing was uneven, looking down at you playing with his cock, the sight itself could make him come right now, but he needed to calm down — he didn’t want the fun to be over yet.
You weren’t unexperienced on blowjobs, but it has been definitely awhile since you’d done one.
Attempting that with Hongjoong usually resulted in him dismissing you from the room, following with “Don’t you see I’m busy now?”
Yunho swore he saw stars the moment you took him inside your mouth. A few curses leaving his lips breathlessly as his hand found your hair, moving it away from your face into a ponytail.
“ God… You’re so good at this… “ — he said, a slight moan leaving his lips.
You hollowed your cheeks, bobbing your head at a steady pace, your core throbbing each time he let out a groan of satisfaction.
His hand at the back of your head, holding your hair, pushed you more into him until his tip hit the back of your throat making you gag.
Tears welled up in your eyes and you knew that by the end of this, you makeup would need to be fixed immediately.
“ Y-Yes… You’re doing so well princess. Just a little more, fuck. “
He took the control, guiding your head on him, pushing him impossibly more inside your mouth.
But he didn’t want to cum now, not yet, so before he could — he backed away from your mouth, sweat covering his forehead.
You breathed deeply, wiping your lips with the back of your hand, tears dripping down your cheeks.
His fingers raised your chin up so he could look at you.
“ So gorgeous. “
He tenderly wiped your tears with his thumb. You looking up at him like he was an angel from above, someone who would take care of you.
“ Turn around for me. “
Of course, you obeyed stupidly. Turning around slowly on all fours, your ass up in the air for him.
You felt the mattress shift as he moved behind you, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass before he ripped your panties, making you yelp.
“ Yunho! “
“ I’ll buy you a new ones, pretty. “ — he said, leaning over to plant a kiss on your ass cheek.
He spread you open, exposing just how wet you were for him. A sharp inhale came from above, followed by a deep, appreciative groan.
“ God, you’re dripping. “ — Yunho muttered, running his fingers through your slick folds, teasing but not giving you what you needed just yet.
You whined, pressing back against his touch. “ Please… I need you. Stop teasing. “
“ You sure you’re ready to take me? “ — he chuckled darkly, rubbing slow circles around your entrance, his other hand squeezing your hip to hold you in place. “ Impatient little thing. “ — he mused before finally pushing two fingers inside you.
Your moaned instantly, the stretch just enough to make your back arch. He worked you open, thrusting his fingers at a slow, torturous pace, curling them just right to make you clench around him.
“ Y-Yunho— “
“ I know baby, fuck you’re so tight for me. “
When he deemed you ready, he pulled his fingers out, making you whimper at the loss. You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt the blunt tip of his cock nudging at your entrance.
“ This might be your last chance to back out, pretty. “ — He said, his tip rubbing over your wetness.
“ Please Yunho… “ — you whined, impatient.
With one slow thrust, he pushed inside, stretching you open inch by inch. Your hands clenched the sheets, your mouth falling open in a silent gasp at how full he made you feel.
It caused you to feel the pain and pleasure at the same time.
Damn, it has been awhile.
“ Fuck, Y/N… “ — he gritted out, pausing to let you adjust, his fingers digging into your hips.
You pushed back slightly, needing more, and Yunho groaned at the way you clenched around him.
“ You’re gonna be the death of me. “ — he murmured before pulling out almost completely, then slamming back in, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that had you seeing stars.
“ F-Faster… Please Yunho… “
And he didn’t need to be told twice, he pushed himself deeper in a faster pace, making your face fall flat into the pillows as you nearly screamed his name.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the dimly lit room, each thrust making your body jolt against the mattress.
You chanted his name like some kind of spell, your mind blurry as your body was floating from the pleasure, your fingers digging into the sheets, trying to ground yourself as his pace became relentless.
His hand slid down your spine before gripping the back of your neck, forcing your chest down while keeping your ass raised high for him. The new angle made his cock hit deeper, right against that spot that had you choking on a moan.
“ There it is. “ - he groaned, rolling his hips in a way that had your toes curling. “ You feel that, baby? “
You could only nod frantically, your body trembling from the intensity of it all. Your orgasm was building quickly and Yunho could tell by the way you desperately clenched on him.
“ You’re close, aren’t you pretty? “ — he groaned, his fingers sneaking between your legs to circle your clit. “ Wanna come all over my cock? “
“ Y-Yes. “ — you gasped, your thighs shaking. “ Please, I’m so close— “
Yunho smirked, his thrusts turning rougher, deeper, chasing both of your highs.
“ Come for me, baby. “ he rasped, his fingers pressing harder against your clit. “ Come all over me, come on. “
Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, your walls clenching around him as pleasure shot through every nerve in your body. You cried out his name, your body going completely rigid before melting beneath him.
“ Oh God— “ — Yunho groaned, his hips stuttering as your tightness sent him over the edge. He thrust into you a few more times before pulling out quickly, storking himself above you, spilling his release on your back with a guttural moan.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing, both of you coming down from the high.
Your mind blank, your body fucked just the way it needed to be as you let yourself fall down on the bed.
Yunho stood up from the bed, opening the dark bathroom door at the very corner of the room, coming back with a paper roll, cleaning your back from the mess he made.
You rolled on your back staring at the ceiling as you tried to calm your breathing back to normal.
“ You okay? “ — Yunho asked, laying beside you, kissing your shoulder.
You nodded, eyes heavy to keep open. “ Yeah… more than okay. “
Yunho let out a satisfied hum, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin as the warmth between you lingered. The room smelled of sweat and sex, but there was an undeniable comfort in the silence that followed.
You turned your head slightly to look at him. Even in the dim lighting, Yunho looked like he belonged here — with you, in this bed, in this moment. His chest rose and fell steadily, the aftershocks of pleasure still evident in the way his muscles twitched.
For a brief moment, reality began creeping back in. The weight of what you had just done settled over you like a thin veil, but you refused to let it suffocate you. You had spent so long feeling unwanted, untouched — aching for something you weren’t allowed to have. And now? Yunho had given it to you without hesitation.
You reached out, fingers grazing over his jawline. “ Thank you. “
He blinked, turning his head to meet your gaze. “ For what? “
“ For making me happy. “
Yunho chuckled. “ Anytime, pretty. “
You leaned in, pressing your lips softly to his. It wasn’t like the feverish kisses from before, desperate and urgent — it was slower, almost tender. Yunho responded just as gently, his fingers tightening around your waist like he was afraid you might slip away.
When you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.
“ Stay. “ — he murmured, barely above a whisper.
You exhaled shakily, your fingers tightening against his skin. “ I don’t think I can. “
Yunho’s jaw clenched slightly, but he nodded, like he already expected that answer. “ Then let me hold you. Just for tonight. “
Your eyes burned, but you didn’t fight him as he pulled you into his arms, his warmth wrapping around you like a promise.
For now this was enough.
But you absolutely weren’t ready for what the morning ahead brought.
Once you woke up, your head was pounding like someone were hitting it with a hammer. You groaned, stretching across the bed, your body sore, muscles still tired and barely able to move on command.
You opened your eyes, slowly sitting up on the bed, looking around the room your brain didn’t remember as the usual one you would wake up in.
The memories from last night quickly filled the empty gaps in your head making your eyes widen in realization.
You cheated on Hongjoong.
With a complete stranger.
At the club.
You’re still at the club.
Alone.
Because the moment you looked around, bed was empty and no trace of the Yunho you met last night to be seen.
You would be lying if you didn’t feel your heart breaking in your chest because he left you all alone after last night like this. But, seriously, what were you expecting?
It was a one night stand and a bad decision made in a rush of lust and alcohol.
You’re still a married woman.
Your fingers went over your ring finger only to realize there wasn’t any ring on it anymore.
That’s when the panic shot through your whole body, and as it was on fire, you jumped up from the bed on your unsteady legs, frantically searching the messy sheets for the golden diamond ring — the only thing you had never taken off in the past five years.
Frustrated tears escaped your eyes as you continued searching all over the room for it only to be left disappointed.
It’s not possible that it could slip off from your finger — because it never had — it was made for you and your finger size only.
You decided to calm down, thinking that eventually it will pop up somewhere around. Maybe asking the club owner wouldn’t be a bad idea too — what if the cleaning staff found it somewhere on the dance floor?
You collected your stuff from the floor, realizing that your panties had been ripped by Yunho last night.
“Fuck.” — you cursed, hoping that the dress would cover anything inappropriate so you could go out.
Doing a random double take at the table that was by the door, you realized that your bag and jacket were right there, along with your phone.
Of course, it was left at the table you were with your friends at — but how did it end up here in the room?
Was it Yunho who brought it up while you were sleeping?
You rushed toward it, searching inside your coat and bag for the ring but still found nothing.
Grabbing your phone you sighed in relief that it turned on with only 10% of battery.
There were possibly hundreds of messages from your friends, and this would probably require a lot of explanations to cover up.
But what made your heart sink down to your feet were the two following messages that appeared on your screen.
Hongjoong : You’re not home? Where are you? I’m home 4:56am
Unknown number : Good morning pretty <3 I’m sure you’ve found all your stuff by now and if you’re still searching for your ring I think you should find me first ;) Yunho 8:33am
your relationship with yunho happens very organically(?). It's not a hidden fact that your parents arranged your guys' marriage. But they didn't want it to an entirly baseless relationship with no feelings. So they made sure that you and Yunho spent time around each other in childhood. And while the two of you knew the true nature of how your relationship would end up, there was never any pressure put on the two of you to perfectly get along. But either way a friendship was fostered between the two of you, both of you inseperatable from a young age.
a record of the fics i've stumbled across. i'm a slow reader and there are a lot of fics by these talented writers mentioned here and the ones unmentioned that i haven't had the chance to read yet, so this will be an ongoing rec list! authors and readers, please let me know if a link or any part of this needs to be fixed ♡
pairings and general themes are mentioned, please check the author's specific warnings before reading. and minors, please dni with fics that have highlighted smut warnings.
Genres and warnings: werewolf Yunho x human reader, strangers to lovers, soulmates, fluff, angst, mature language, mild smut
Word count: 5.4k
Your life was as boring as it could get, before you took a tumble in the woods and came face to face with a large creature. Who would have known the man behind the beast would be a big softie, and your soulmate?
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Epilogue
Kim Hongjoong, an idol, and Jiha, a music editor, share a hidden, undefined relationship—a situationship that neither of them dares to label. When Jiha decides to walk away, Hongjoong convinces himself that it’s for the best—until he realizes he can’t let her go. As they struggle with unspoken feelings, misunderstandings, and forced separation, fate pulls them back together in the most unexpected way.
Harin lands a job as a publicist at KQ Entertainment, thanks to her friend Hana, but working with idols—especially Seonghwa—proves more challenging than expected. Seonghwa, known for his fleeting romances, is the last person she wants to be drawn to, especially when she’s dealing with the fallout of her own toxic relationship. But as their professional and personal lives collide, unspoken tension and unresolved emotions surface.
Synopsis ~ Gifted with the curse of immortality, you are the northern princess that each kingdom desires to grasp. You hide within the northern army as an infamous general, fighting for your kingdom's treasure with ease... until a soldier from the east kingdom, whom you can never overpower, discovers your identity. The water is warm, but his lips are warmer, and you suddenly never want to return home. Even if you give your greatest enemy your sacred gift, you wish to stay in his enchanting hold.
Pairing ~ enemy!seonghwa x enemy!princess!reader
Word count ~ 5.3k
Genre / warnings ~ historical-ish, fantasy, romance, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, enemies-to-lovers, violence, war, blood, suffering, reader has white hair for plot, kissing, outdoor / semi-public sex, underwater play (?), the cave makes his soft noises really loud, he tries to gain control but he's a mess, unprotected sex, they almost get caught, oral sex (female receiving), hand job (hardly), he cums on his own, he cums untouched once, they're very mean (´‸`), desperate sex, just read it
Word count: 763
Summary:“You’re an idiot,” he whispered when your eyes met his.
“And you’re overprotective,” you shot back, but your voice was weak.
He smiled then, that soft, devastating smile. “Maybe so. I think I’m actually falling in love with this idiot.”
Pairing: Prince Yunho X Royal reader
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