#younghoon x reader

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: royal!younghoon x lady’s maid!fem reader

: angst but not really + fluff // enemies to friends

: younghoon’s a bit sassy/socially awkward but nth too extreme

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: happy (belated) birthday my beaby @chaoticdeobi, ily endlessly, i hope you like it! i hope you had a great day!

the hall was grand, to say the least. the walls painted in the finest mix of white tieandmatchstick; but to any common eye, the paint was just simply cream. portraits of the family’s ancestors hung perfectly on said walls, golden plaques engraved with their names and the years from birth to death, situated just below them.

you could say the hall was the largest part of the building but yet, younghoon was always found hiding away in the undercroft. his time well spent at the very end, paintbrush in hand as he delicately placed the brush onto the canvas, an elegant piece forming in its wake; finding comfort and solace in the peace that he got, a break from his reality, hence why his father had gifted him the space and the utensils for his twelfth birthday.

a slight sigh left younghoon’s slightly ajar lips of concentration, brows knitting together as he couldn’t quite get the right angle of his paintbrush, “it won’t work if you’re holding it so awkwardly.” it took the man by surprise, spilling his water pot over his fresh set of white trousers, nobody ever wandered into his space during the day as the staff working in the castle feared him and his intimidating gaze nor did they ever sneak up on him upon knowing of his tendency to become scared easily.

fury burning in his eyes as his fresh whites absorbed more and more of the tainted water as he sat there, whipping his head in the direction of the voice who stood behind him, arms folded and they leaned against the porcelain walls, legs crossed in a way that just screamed arrogance.

“excuse me, who the hell do you think you are sneaking up on a royal, did you not see the ‘do not disturb’ sign?” with a sigh, younghoon scurried to wipe off his trousers - not that it would do anything considering fabric isn’t waterproof and the damage was already done - huffing again, “oh, forget it. clean this up, i take it you’re a maid? now if you excuse me.”

it was dinner time now, and everybody knew that the king wanted the whole family to sit around the dining table together, occasionally discuss important business him and his wife had to deal with, or something they wanted younghoon to participate in against his will; but in his eyes, it was all apart of the family bonding.

“where’s mother?” younghoon asked as he adjusted his newly fixed hair, the constant puffing of breath out of his lips having messed it up. watching the kitchen staff busily prepare the table for their meal.

“one of the cleaning workers knocked over your mother’s glass of wine and it went all over her new gown. she’ll be down in a few- oh look, she’s coming here now.”

placing her palm upon her husband’s shoulder, younghoon’s mother took her seat at the dinner table, a familiar face following behind and standing to the side of the room with the other staff, you. you were his mother’s lady maid. if it were anybody else, he would’ve apologised for the tone he gave you earlier when he mistook you for part of the cleaning staff.. but what right did you of all people have spying on him in his private space?

“son? are you listening?” his father called to him, realisation hitting younghoon that he hadn’t stopped gaping at you since you walked in the room. adjusting his collar before prompting his father to continue speaking.

“as i was saying, your mother and i have to leave the country for a few days. you are in charge of taking care of your sister whilst we’re gone as well as the staff. we trust you with this son, don’t disappoint us,”

“oh and y/n, you will be staying here for the time being, your services aren’t necessary on this trip. you’ll be in charge of our daughter when younghoon is busy, understood?” whilst younghoon’s father was a kind and generous man, he definitely wasn’t the most respected man in the castle for no reason. his striking and powerful demeanour spread for miles, no one dared to disobey the king, not knowing exactly what he’s capable of but not wanting to find out either.

younghoon’s parents were gone for most of his childhood, along through his teenage years and then into his early adulthood. so it’s safe to say he grew up isolated and alone for most of his life. his only source of socialisation was when his sister was born seven years ago, when he was seventeen. they’re practically attached at the hip, wherever younghoon went, his sister followed and vice versa. his sister was mature for her age, much like younghoon himself, she had to learn how to take care of herself from an early age; that included knowing how to dress appropriately, know how to do her own hair and makeup for any special occasions the family hosted or attended to as well as the basics on how to behave as a royal should. the only difference between the siblings was that now, younghoon had responsibilities he had to take care of- preparing to be king once his father passes or if he steps down from the throne, maintaining a clean record as well as the constant fear of practically falling apart at the seams.

it wasn’t and still isn’t the ideal life for one to live, seeking his father’s approval and permission for pretty much everything he does. the burden weighing upon his shoulders just itching to make his knees buckle and collapse, making it hard for him to do pretty much anything “normal” like making friends or doing typical things you’d do in your twenties; it wasn’t that he liked people keeping their distance from him, nor the fact that everybody in the castle had their own misconceptions on him and his behaviour, all of which turn their topic of conversations onto him whenever he walks into the room.

it was a couple of days later when younghoon found himself sitting on the top of a hill just outside of the castle gates, observing the vast and majestic view that clouded the sky. the blue replaced by a faint red hue whilst the clouds floated aimlessly. the only sounds heard consisted of younghoon’s breathing, the small flow of water beside him and the odd bird that flew by every now and then. he can’t remember the last time he felt pure peace. everything being far too fast to keep up, like a black hole or a tornado, something you’re quickly swept up into until you completely disappear and break.

“they’re going absolutely mad looking for you in the castle, sir.”

you.

without sparing you a glance, younghoon let out a sigh, his shoulders tensing slightly at the thought of going back to the place that causes far too much stress.

unpropping yourself from a nearby rock, settling a comfortable space from younghoon, staring out at the landscape that looked like it just came out of a painting.

“what’re you doing here?”

“i came to find you, duh. they’re going sick at the thought of you having fled the country or something.”

“no, seriously. what’re you doinghere?”

“contrary to belief, sir, but i actually want to be your friend. not your foe, regardless of how hard you try to push me away. don’t you ever get lonely in that big place?”

younghoon snickered at that, “you think you know me huh?”

“not at all. that’s why i’m saying i want to, i know what it’s like to have my childhood swept from between my feet, floating between self-doubt and uncertainty of what i’m going to do with my life and how i’m even going to do it on my own. i know far too well what it’s like to be alone my whole life, my parents either too busy preoccupied with work or too tired to spend time with me when they get home at the end of the night.”

for the first time, it felt like someone wasn’t pitying him, or mistaking his standoff-ish personality for something for malice and ill-intended. for the first time, he felt heard and understood.

“how about a restart?”

“huh?”

younghoon was turned towards you now, his hand extended to you, “hi. i’m younghoon. not prince younghoon, not sir, justyounghoon.”

“nice to meet you, just younghoon, im y/n. i hope we can be great friends.”

[11:32am]

dayseven—

younghoon’s eyes widened as he immediately sat up straight due to the fact that you turned on the speaker - “coincidentally” placed on his beside table - on full blast, the tune of rockin’ around the christmas tree blasted directly into his ear drums. if it were anybody else, he’d turn over and cover his head with the covers; opting that his love for you and your obsession with christmas, wanting to see that smile he loves so much on your face, joining you in your karaoke-style performance.

Younghoon tries his best to wait for you and, every time you come home late, you have to give him his reward. Not that you mind honestly because how could you deny your good boy?

>>Pairing: Kim Younghoon (sub) x fem!reader (dom) | interviewer!younghoon x ceo!reader

>>Word Count:2.4k

>>Genre:Oneshot / Requested / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks:Anal, begging, cum play, degrading, dumbification, fingering, hair pulling, handjob, light bondage, oral (receiving), pegging, praise, saliva, shower sex, and temperature manipulation

Your relationship with Younghoon is anything but normal. He was fresh out of college, an inspiring interviewer with about the same level of confidence as an outcasted teen. He’s shy- well, more like consistently embarrassed. He hated asking for favors.

Meanwhile, you’re already the CEO of a nationwide computer company. Sure, you could code a thing or two (mostly the games Younghoon asked you to create), but it was mostly financial knowledge on your part.

You two met through Younghoon’s first ever interview. He stuttered practically the whole time and it was adorable. He really did do his best and you took kindly to him. You both hit it off and now here you were.

Having to bid goodbye for another business trip to who knows where (they hardly tell you now since you can’t bring it in you to care). Younghoon hated these trips because it meant no cuddles or kisses. No love for weeks straight.

“Please just skip this one?”, the pout adorning his lips made the rather tall man look like an overgrown child. His hands are placed on your hips, trying to tug you back into the hug you were in before. It was his special way of keeping you there longer.

“It will only be a week this time. I promise, baby”, you caress his cheek and he melts into your touch, thoughts dissolving into nothing more than a weak feeling of disappoint. You did feel bad for your boyfriend considering you had barely gotten to spend time with him.

“You say that every time and it’s always longer”, Younghoon shakes his head and buries his nose into your neck, sending pleasant chills down your spine. He knows it is where you’re most sensitive and that, maybe, if he keeps doing it you’ll stay longer.

That isn’t the case this time though. This trip is extremely important and you can’t miss it. It determines whether your new model of computer is released or not.

“I’ll give you a reward if you wait for me patiently, baby”, Younghoon perked up at this, his big eyes growing even bigger at the thoughts racing through his far from innocent brain. You knew that look like the back of your hand.

“Really? Anything I want?”, you nodded quickly and your boyfriend finally seemed to agree, racing up the stairs of your shared apartment to get your suitcase for you. Truthfully, you could definitely afford something bigger but the apartment was more than enough space for the two of you. You’d rather spend that extra money on trips or gifts to spoil Younghoon.

“Thank you, sweet boy. I’ll make sure to call, okay?”, you smile softly as you took the heavy suitcase from him, setting it on the ground and pulling up the handle. Younghoon furrowed his nose into your neck one more time as he started mumbling.

“Only one week?”.

“Only one week”.

It’sdefinitely been longer than one week.

Younghoon can practically feel his body screaming for you as he tries to busy himself.

Puzzles, books, even cooking.

But nothing was working. All he could think about was you and that promise you made almost two weeks ago.

Worst of all is that you’re not answering his calls. It just rings and rings until the call ends because you aren’t picking up. He’s had no contact with you for days.

Younghoon can’t decide if he should be worried or upset. Probably both.

Although, when he hears the front door open he forgets about all those feelings. Mostly because pure happinessoverwhelms them all.

“Baby! I’m home. I’m sorry it’s been-“, you got cut off by a giant body slamming into your own, almost knocking the wind out of you. You laugh as you run your hand along his back, trying to soothe him. His body was shaking with what you knew were tears threatening to spill.

“Hey- hey baby, I’m right here. I’m sorry it took extra time. They took away my phone after I got a call during a meeting”, Younghoon let out a sigh of relief once he heard that. You weren’t ignoring him. You just didn’t have your phone at all.

“I missed you”, it was weak and oh so cute whenever he said that. It was the same every time you came home. Even if it’s not as long of a trip.

“I missed you too. How about we take a shower and then we can eat?”, he did need a shower and he definitely wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity of having you all to himself after so long. Younghoon gently took your suitcase, a thing he has come to despise, and brought it upstairs. Of course, he has to restrain himself from just throwing it out the window.

“Reward?”, you asked the question simply, knowing Younghoon had spent most of his time alone coming up with it. Your boyfriend perked up and pointed to thatdrawer shyly. You grinned and he swears he just felt his heart burst.

Opening the drawer, you were met with an array of strap-ons. Colors and sizes were an infatuation of Younghoon and it truly showed in this drawer. You hummed as you tried to decide which one to use.

“This one, please?”, you almost jumped when you heard Younghoon’s voice right behind you. He was peering over your shoulder and his finger touched one that is of average size and purple.

You immediately recognized it. It doubled as Younghoon’s masturbation dildo and you’ve caught him more than a few times during the act. Sweat would drip down his forehead, soaking his hair as his hips worked on moving up and down, bouncing on the veiny toy. It truly was a sight and you felt the wetness start to coat your thighs from the memory of it.

Briefly, you wonder if you should have him ride you. Your hands would be on his waist, stroking the tense muscles on his stomach as he worked for his pleasure. Or, you’d simply watch as his cock hit his stomach, hard and needy until he released all over himself.

No, he shouldn’t have to work after he waited so patiently. He was a good boy.

“Good choice, baby. Go get in the shower and prep yourself. I’ll get clothes”, Younghoon nodded obediently and walked off into the bathroom. You couldn’t ignore the very prominent erection pressing against the restriction of his pants. It makes you lick your lips.

You gathered everything needed for afterwards. Warm pajamas, some water, and a few snacks had been left on your bed. Unlike you, Younghoon became cold rather quickly and he always needed a warm snack and clothes after a shower.

Walking into the bathroom, you were met with a beautiful sight. Younghoon has one of his hands pressed against the tile wall, legs spread wide as his other hand works open his hole. His ass is fully on display for you to see and you watch for a moment as he scissors himself, a soft moan leaving his mouth.

“How pretty”, Younghoon looks over his shoulder at you and he almost came right then. You stood there with the strap already on, the harness tight around your hips and thighs. What stood out most, however, is the thick, hard purple cock that stood out like a sore thumb. Younghoon gulped, hips moving back instinctively.

“Please, I want it”, you giggle at the neediness seeping through his voice. Your hand grabbed the handle and you opened the shower door before closing it again. The chilling water hit your skin and you watched as Younghoon turned his body more towards you.

Your boyfriend always has had a thing for temperature play. The cold water hitting his nipples caused them to perk up and become more sensitive. Your’s felt the same and that’s why you never minded the freezing temperature.

“As much as I love hearing you beg, there’s no need, babyboy. It’s a reward, remember? Tell me what you want”, while it did seem merciful, you love watching Younghoon stumble over his words. He was so shy and asking for what he wanted never came easy.

“W-want you to fuck me hard and play with my cock”, you hummed, tilting your head as you gripped his wrist, pulling his fingers out of himself to look at the hole. It was stretched nicely and the strap could go in just fine. Younghoon never really did have any issues taking it after the first couple of sessions.

“Get in the position you want”, Younghoon whimpered under your gaze as he sunk to the floor. His big doe eyes looked up at you and you immediately knew what he wanted. Your hand grips the shaft and guides it to Younghoon’s awaiting mouth, his lips wrapping around it like a lollipop. Apparently his lips had to be taken care of first before his hole could be.

“What a good slut. You just love sucking cock, huh?”, Younghoon nods, eyes becoming teary as your cock hits the back of his throat. The dildo rubs against your clit every time Younghoon sinks down on it and your eyes close blissfully. It edges him on and he takes the toy even further down his throat.

Typically, you would let him continue until one of you came. Either from the strap rubbing against you or from him rutting against your leg like a bitch in heat. This time, though, you really want to highlight his pleasure instead.

“Alright, that’s enough”, you grip his hair and pull his head off, the purple cock spilling from his lips. It was covered in glimmering saliva and Younghoon licked his lips at the sight, his hips stopping their advances on your legs.

You didn’t even need to tell him. The look in your eyes was enough for your boyfriend to get on his hands and knees, trying to keep himself steady on the wet floor as the cold water hits his back. He leans on his elbows and arches his back. You couldn’t help but admire the way his ass looked in the light seeping in from the window beside the shower. He was so fucking beautiful and all your’s.

“Are you ready?”, you got down on your knees and lined up your cock to his rim, circling the muscle with the tip. The cold water beat against your breasts but you ignored it.

“Mhm”, the breathy hum was enough to know he is okay. You slowly rolled your hips forward, pushing inside of Younghoon as your hands held his ass cheeks apart to watch it disappear inside. His breath hitched once your hips were pressed against his own.

Once he was comfortable, you leaned up to press your erect nipples against his back, rubbing against the skin as you started to move your hips back and forth. You both moan in sync as pleasure builds up- Younghoon drooling all over his chin. Your mascara even runs down your face as the water rolled down your head, soaking through your hair. Your boyfriend didn’t really leave time to remove it prior when he looked so needy.

“Right there!”, Younghoon practically yells as you reach that perfect spot inside of him. You know exactly where it is, his body memorized in your brain. So, you continue to hit it as you reach your hands around to pump his cock. The sheer weight of it is impressive and it twitches within your hand as you move faster.

“Just like that, hmm?”, by this point you knew what Younghoon’s state was- tears running down to his jaw, thighs quivering, and mouth releasing an array of moans and grunts. He’s completely dumbified by the feeling of your thick dick splitting him open.

“I- please I-“, he chokes on the words, mind completely filled with the pleasure coursing through his body. He couldn’t form the words no matter how hard he tried and you knew it. It’s so pathetic.

“Can only think about cock, huh? That’s what you’re good for, isn’t it? Just taking my cock?”, Younghoon cries louder from the humiliation but it isn’t like he could argue. That is all he wanted. To be ruined by you.

“Fuck, y-yes!”, he finally gets a word out and you shook your head, completely entranced by just how dependent he was of you. You are always in charge.

“Hands”, it just took one command for your boyfriend to crumble to the floor, face pressed against the tile as he reaches his hands behind his back. You grip them together, getting your stomach off his back.

Younghoon’s voice comes out muffled and you resort to moving his wrists to one hand to use the other one and lift his head up by his hair. He winces from the pain but he’s glad to be able to breathe. Plus, the new arch allows the veiny toy to reach even further inside of him, pressing against his prostate with each grueling thrust done by you.

“Go on, rut against the floor like the dumb puppy you are”, he obeys instantly and rubs his throbbing cock against the floor sloppily, shaking with the overwhelming need to release. Your own cock moves each time he moves back up and it was all too much. Younghoon screams as he cums, strings of white coating the shower floor and his stomach. Thankfully, the water just washes it away.

“That’s my boy”, pride fills his heart when he looks back to see your pretty expression. A smile filled with admiration adored your features and he wants so desperately to kiss you. You pull out, watching how his hole stayed stretched before you allow it to be covered by his cheeks again.

“Let’s get you cleaned up”, Younghoon smiles and nods, moving to sit down on the floor rather than stay on his knees. You clean him up, using a rag to wipe away the cum sticking to his stomach and thighs. On any other day, you would have licked it up yourself considering he was delicious. Today, however, Younghoon seemed colder than usual, goosebumps littering his back. You resorted to turning the hot water on and washing him quickly.

“Was I good?”, his hopeful eyes look up at you as you scrub some shampoo into his hair, humming pleasantly as you scratch his scalp. You smile and lean down to peck his lips, making him grin widely like he had just won some award.

“The best. You’re always my good boy”.