#shineesmut

“May I ask why? These are new sheets.” Rose replied. 

“After I’m done with you, it will need to be.” He smirked and gently kissed Rose’s lip. 

She tasted the alcohol from his tongue. His hands crawling under Rose’s shirt to cup her breast. Rose mewed at the touch of him braising over her nipples. 5 minutes passed by as Rose was moaning with her face into the mattress; he gripped Rose by the hips and railed her. He was giving it hard to her after being stood up by his one sided love affair. He needed that relief of anger, a physical ache of bitter love. He imagined that it was her he was fucking so hard as he felt the trigger pulling up and released onto the bed sheets. Rose felt the warmth of her wetness roll down her weak legs as she fell to the side. He was a gentlemen as he grabbed some tissue and wiped it off of Rose. He breathlessly laid next to her, eyes closed. 

“I’m sorry about this…I will compensate you. Please don’t say a word of what happened moments ago.” He asked Rose. 

“Yes, Sir…” Rose replied as she buttoned up her blouse. She had to keep this job, she needed the money to pay for her college tuition. She had to show her father that she was fine on her own, she could not stand to live with her step mother. Her father was delusional in love with his mistress. Seeing this idea of love had made Rose disgusted; she had no hope for love because it was like a transaction. This fleeting moment with the VIP guest would be nothing, it was all a quick release of emotion. Rose quickly cleaned up the room and was on her way. 

She brought the dirty laundry sheets to be washed, as she over heard the girls gossip about VIP#101. He was a popular singer but a Chaebol’s son of a mistress. The women giggled as they shared stories of him sleeping with some of the women who cleaned his room. One of them starred at Rose and smirked. “I don’t think someone of that status would sleep with her…she’s a plain Jane.” They whispered amongst themselves and wondered who would be the next victim; for the record he would never sleep with the same women. It was time to go home as Rose clocked out and headed out the lobby entrance. Outside was raining as she wondered how she would head home tonight. 

“Need a ride?” His voice resonated again into her ear as she turned to see him up close. He had on a wide smile. She could not figure him out, one minute gloomy and the next smiley. Stepping back she nodded ‘Yes’. The Valet pulled up with his sport car as he opened the passenger door to let her in. She quickly got in before her co-workers recognized it was her. 

The ride was quiet, he didn’t talk much but inside Rose’s mind was filled with all the gossip of him. 

“I never introduced myself…sorry about that. Lee, Taemin.“ He replied. 

“I’m Park, Rose.” Rose replied. He pulled up to her apartment and handed her an envelope. 

“Before I forget…Please accept this.” Taemin asked her. Rose nodded as she took the envelope. 

“Thank you for the ride. I’ll be on my way now. Drive safe.” Rose replied and quickly got into the apartment. In the dark Rose watched his car still present outside, she didn’t want Taemin to see where she stayed; 2 minutes later he drove off. In the light of the moon, she pulled out the check to see how much was given to her…$7,000. She could not fathom how much she received from him; this must be pocket change in the eyes of Taemin the VIP of room 101. 

On the day Rose returned to work, she was directed again to VIP#101 by Mr. Choi. Along her way to VIP#101, she was confronted by one of the ladies. She had offered Rose to switch VIP rooms in which Rose didn’t care much and agreed. As Rose was cleaning the other room Mr. Choi barged in and scolded Rose.

“Why didn’t you go clean VIP#101 room? There was a complaint, do you know how bad that makes me look to him? I promised the best for him. GO! Right now!” 

“Yes, Sir…I’m so sorry.” Rose replied feeling flustered with how complicated a room service was being handled. Rose arrived to the scene to see the lady crouching in fear. 

“Please go in and tend to Master Lee.” Taemin’s Butler replied as he hauled off the unconscious lady. 

“Mr. Lee Taemin…Please calm down. I’m sorry there was a mix up. Please don’t get angry.” Rose pleaded as she saw him sitting in the dark corner of the bedroom. The hairs on the back of her neck risen at the sight of Taemin. 

“Rose…is that you? Why did you not come?” Taemin asked with a frail voice. 

“I’m sorry. I thought it didn’t matter.” Rose replied as she stood from a distance. 

“Why are you standing so far? Are you scared of me?” He asked looking at her. Rose saw his glowing eyes pierce into her soul. Her mind was finding words to speak despite feeling over whelmed. 

“Come to me…Please.” Taemin asked her with an arm stretched forth. Rose feared for her life and followed his wish. Rose walked up to him as he swiftly pulled her into his lap and embraced her into his arms. 

“Is everything alright? I need to clean this room.” asked Rose. 

“Tonight…Please don’t leave me. Stay with me. Or are you afraid of me? You must think I’m a monster?” Taemin muttered.  

“I won’t be afraid if you won’t hurt me.” Rose replied. 

“I promise, I won’t hurt you…” He replied but leaned in to whisper into Rose’s ear, “I will just make it sting a bit.” With a menace grin, he bit into Rose’s neck to savor the rich taste of her wine. The warm sensation of blood ran through his body making him aroused. Rose felt her arms go weak, she was drifting in a pleasurable discomfort of his tongue lapping at the wound. 

“It hurts…I feel so weak…” breathless Rose replies as she’s laid on the bed. Towering over her, Taemin kisses her lips, dipping his tongue into her for a dance. Rose could taste the richness of her blood. 

“You turn me on so much…I could not resist, forgive me.” he replied working on unbuttoning her blouse.

Rose twitches at the intensity of him latching onto her nipple. Like a hungry wolf he clings onto her while penetrating her sweet spot under the full lit moon. 

“It hurts. Please. Slower.” mutters Rose. Too weak to push him off, she intakes his deep thrust into completion. 

“Be mine.” Taemin whispers into Rose’s ears; he kisses the oozing drips of blood along her neck. 

“Why me?” 

“Because I know you. You want…what I have.” 

“You know me?” Rose feeling so weak as she gazes up at him. His eyes captivate her so much from the fallen strands of his hair. 

“Among these dirty laundry lies your escape into the night. Tell me, you want me.” 

“I want you…Please save me.” Rose replies as she watches Taemin drop a touch of his blood into Rose’s mouth. Her tongue dances along his finger from the drop of blood. Rose's eyes become dimly lit under the half moon and little does she know how this will change her world. 

End~

The morning sun hits my face, the rays piercing through my eyelids, awakening me from my slumber. The crisp cold of morning creeps up my bare legs, in which are tangled with my boyfriend's, flashbacks of last night go through my mind as I smile and look down at our interwined fingers.

I feel Jonghyun squeeze my hand, as I look up I am greeted with his pair of deep brown eyes staring back at mine.

"Morning", he says groggily in his morning voice, If there's one thing that I love about Jonghyun, it's waking up next to him, hearing his morning voice greet me. His warm breath, softly washing over my face. 

"Morning", I whisper back and press my lips to his, face still swollen with sleep, his lips are as plump as ever.

Jonghyun rises from the bed and walks over to the bathroom, I still don't understand how he gets up so quickly, I lie awake for ages before my body grasps the reality that it's actually day time.

"Hey Jjong I was thinking we could go for a picnic today-

"Aishhhhhhh!", I hear Jonghyun exclaim, oh god I hope it's not what I think it is.

"What's wrong?", I ask and get up to walk over to where he is, 

"My hair! Look at it! I can't go out in public looking like this", he whines, "I'm an Idol, If one photo is taken of me looking l ike this my image is ruined", he grumbles and walks into the closet as he quickly slips on some casual clothes and a hoodie to disguise himself, "I'm going to the salon", he says.

"But the picni-", he slams the door on me mid sentence, well seeing as there isn't anything to do until Jjong comes home maybe finally happy with his appearance, I might as well get some sleep.

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God knows how long later, I'm awoken by the sounds of what sounds like snapshots from a camera, heightening the senses of my sensitive ears.

Much to my amusement, I discover Jonghyun taking selca's in the vanity a few metres away, my vision clears as I finally get a grasp on what's happened, 

"Jjong you're-", I-....He-....He's blonde. I-.....I'm speechless. I've never seen him with a hair colour other than his dark brown locks.

"I'm what?", he asks with a smirk, knowing exactly what i'm thinking.

"Gorgeous", I whisper under my breath, knowing if he hears me he won't get away from the mirror.

His eye twitches as he holds back from laughing, "What was that?", he asks, knowing he won't get an actual answer, he smiles cockily to himself and goes back to staring at his new reflection in the mirror.

"So what were you saying before? Something about going on a picnic? That sounds fun let's get going", he says and turns to me with a smile, as if nothing has happened between the time in which I initially suggested the idea and now.

"Let me shower first Jjong, I have an image I need to keep too", I say and walk to the bathroom swaying my hips along the way, aware of his dark eyes tracing the outline of my body.

I close the door behind myself and lean on it. Feeling lightheaded I actually decide to take a shower, I'm still angry that Jonghyun ditched me for his hair but....God knows I can't resist him for long. Especially when we fight I always get the urge to just jump on him, which is probably why we've lasted through so many fights. 

Deciding that this time i'm not going to give into Jjong, I adjust the knobs in the shower and undress. Stepping into the hot water, sighing a sigh of relief as the heat loosens all my muscles until I feel like a pile of goo. Grabbing the bottle of shampoo, I decide that I too need to take care of my hair and lather up. Massaging my scalp, sighing into the stream of water as rinse out the soap, I feel something touch my body, but ignore it since I know I locked the door. 

I feel the same feeling again and open my eyes to find who else but Jonghyun there with a smirk on his face. Naked. 

"What are you doing!?", I say surprised that he's even in here for starters, and two, he's naked. Plus, I was sure I locked the door...

"You have a habit of locking the door but not closing it properly", he says, deep voice taking deep control over me. 

I gulp and try to avoid looking at his cock, which isn't exactly easy to do when he's watching everywhere my eyes go. He finally steps in the shower and adjusts the shower head to hit both our bodies perfectly. I gasp as he wraps his warm body around me and snuggles his face into my wet neck, and slowly begins nipping at the skin there. I dig my fingers into the skin of his back, "Jjong", I gasp as his teeth hit my sweet spot and focus on sucking there.

His tongue soothes over his bite and he pulls back as he focuses on my soaked body, 'perfect'. I smirk and adjust the showerhead to be pouring only on me and lean my head back into the stream of water. I hear him grunt and lunge forward to claim my body, well, this is easier than I thought. I always thought it was me who couldn't resist him, but turns out we're equally as addicted to each other. I laugh to myself and pull his head up to meet mine in what can only be described as the sloppiest kiss in the world. He pulls away and looks into my eyes, biting his lip he places his hands on my hips and slowly backs me up against the wall. I hiss as my bare back comes in contact with the cold tiles but soon forget about the coldness when plump lips are smashed against mine.

Jonghyun hikes my leg up on his hip as he slides his tongue into my mouth, our tongues swirl around each other as his hand finds my breast and slowly massages making me moan into the kiss. I grab his hair as he grunts into the kiss and eventually hikes my other leg up so he's responsible for my whole body weight. We pull away to fill our collapsed lungs with oxygen, and regain eye contact with him. He takes his cock in his hand and slowly circles it around my clit, with continous eye contact. He slowly moves down towards my folds and plunges himself into me with a grunt. 

I release mewls of pleasure as he forces me down on his cock by my shoulders, causing me to take him in even deeper, I wrap my legs around him and grab ahold of his hair as he finally decides to start moving in and out. He slowly grinds himself deeper into me, causing me to throw my head back as he nips at the skin he ravished earlier, He starts going faster as I scratch his back due to the pace change, he pushes me harder into the wall, causing the space between us to be very little. His hips start rolling in circles, causing my head to spin from the new found pleasure. He laughs deeply in his chest, pleased with my reaction, he starts snapping his hips back and forth rapidly, causing my mouth to hang open as he hits my 

g-spot which he abuses as soon as he realises he's hit it. 

My lungs burn from the mixture of the lack of oxygen due to the little space between us, and the steam from the water. As soon as he picks up the pace, as he continues hitting my g-spot. I can tell Jonghyun is close by how hard he's biting his lip, "Jjong", I moan as he doesn't stop, "Mmmm", he grunts back, "F-Faster. P-Please go F-faster", I plead and hold onto him for dear life. He stops his hips for a second to look into my eyes as he smiles his toothy grin and out of nowhere begins thrusting at an inhumanely speed, as I begin to feel the approach of an orgasm as he realises it too and thrusts even faster, causing my inner walls to clench and hug his cock tightly. Causing us to both release one after the other.

So much for my plan to not give into Jonghyun.

Our chests heaving, the now cold water streaming down our bodies, we look into each others eyes as I play with his new blonde hair. I exxamine his hair to find it still looks perfect, even wet. 

"That was",

"Mmmhmm", Jjong agrees, this is the best shower sex we've ever had and it all started with a bad hair day.

"So was this better than your picnic?", he asks with his same smirk,

"Fuck yes", I breathe out and he laughs, finally pulling out and sliding my legs off him. He holds onto my hips to steady me as my feet find their place again, 

"But I still want to go on a picnic Jonghyun",

"We can go after this", he pauses, "If you still want to leave the house", he says and smirks at me, my brain calculating exactly what he means, causing me to flush a deep shade of red.

Tomorrow I am going to be sore that's all I know, He knows me so well, he knows that if we go out we'll end up in top of each other on a picnic blanket in public which isn't exactly wonderful for his image, obviously.

"Baby you always get so shy after all the dirty stuff we do, you're so cute", he says and taps lightly on my nose, causing me to throw him what probably looked nothing like a glare ,causing him to chuckle.

"I love you Jonghyun", I say and look into his dark eyes,

"I love you more "______", even more than myself", he says and smiles brightly at me, showing me that he's being completely genuine.

I laugh and hit his chest lightly, "Danm you must love me a lot then", I say as we share a laugh