Hello everyone! I hope you're enjoying Innocence so far; here's chapter 3 3

I do not own MM.

You sat at your own computer in the gaming room, tirelessly pressing on through emails, chatting with potential guests for the next party. It was in a month, and you had gathered around 200 guests so far, but you were hoping to meet your goal of 300. If you worked hard, you were sure you could make it. You leaned back, stretching out your arms, only to feel them press against something soft. You turned around to find Yoosung standing behind you, smiling happily at you.

You stand up, turning to face him. He opens his arms for you, which you slide into like clockwork, your head nestling directly under his chin, arms sliding around his waist as his settle upon your back and shoulders.

You linger, simply enjoying his touch. His surgery was nearly a month ago now. He still had to wear sunglasses, until his eyes completely healed from the surgery. You pulled away, looking up into them. He smiled down at you, brushing a stray hair from your eyes.

"I can't wait till my eyes are healed and I can look at you properly. We've been together over a year and I haven't even truly seen you with two eyes yet. It breaks my heart, but excites me at the same time, that i'll be able to see your body completely soon, Like a new side of you, specially for me."

You smile up at him, rubbing his arms.

"All sides of me are specially for you, Yoosung."

He pouts playfully.

"But everyone still gets to look at you! And talk to you, and spend time with you. I want everything, all of you to be mine. Though that's not rational. I'll have to settle for the fact that I'm the one who gets to see you relax like this."

He smiles as he thinks to himself, a small smirk dancing its way onto his face.

"I'm also the only one who gets to see you really let go."

You smile back at him, squeezing his shoulders, feigning innocence.

"Let go? Let go of what, may I ask?"

His playful smile drops and he kisses you, leaning down roughly. You sigh into his lips as his tongue dances with yours momentarily.

"You know exactly what I mean." His lips find yours again, hands tangling into your hair desperately; suddenly the room felt very hot.

He pulled away again, and your head leaned forwards, desperate to keep contact, and he smiled mischievously.

"I want more."

Your head was hazy, and for once you didn't register his words.

"Hmm?"

He gave no reply- instead, he picked you up into his arms, carrying you out the door and down the hall. He kicked the bedroom door open gently, closing it behind him, walking over to the bed and dropping you unceremoniously onto it.

You look up at him, curious as to what wonders he was going to present to you now. He crawled over you, pushing you down firmly with his palm, his lips finding yours once again. You sigh happily, pulling at his hair, and he responds by pulling your bottom lip between his teeth.

He suddenly pulls away, and rests himself on his knees, towering over you. He reaches out for your hands,pulling you up so you are sitting before him.. You look at him questioningly, waiting for him to express what he wants, and what he needs.

He pulls your hands towards the hem of your shirt, looking down at you gently. His adams apple bobs as he swallows, his head tilting gently, his hair falling over his eyes. You just realized how much it had grown- you liked it.

"I want you to take my shirt off."

You comply, slowly lifting it, allowing your fingers to gently brush over his soft skin as you do so. He raises his arms gently, assisting you in this venture. You toss it to the side, your eyes never leaving Yoosung's chest.

You had seen him at the beach before, his bare chest and abdomen was nothing new to you- but in an intimate setting, it looked completely different. His abs were more pronounced than when you had first started dating, evidence he had been eating better and working out. Since living with you, he had been taking in a lot less junk, and been more conscious of his health.

Your fingers reached out, spreading out over his abs, and he closed his eyes, letting out a low hum. You ran your hands up over them, relishing the soft sensation his skin held. You were sure it was softer than your own.

You lean in, placing a gentle kiss on his collarbones, and feel his hands find your shoulders, balancing himself as he knelt before you. You suckled gently at his collarbone, and he moaned softly- you had never tried to give him a love bite before, but he wasn't stopping you. You pulled back, your mouth releasing with a satisfying pop, and you looked at your masterpiece- a bright purple mark lay upon his fair skin, evidence that he was taken, that he was owned.

You gazed up at him, and he stared down at you- he had long removed his sunglasses, the darkness of the bedroom perfect for his healing eyes, but just bright enough that he could make direct contact with your eyes. He tilted your head up, kissing you hard, his tongue immediately demanding entrance to your mouth. You moan into the forceful kiss, to which he responds with a moan of his own.

He places his hands at your hips, tugging at your shirt; he pulls away just enough to free his lips from yours, breathing ragged.

"Please- can i...?"

You nod, no further explanation necessary. He hastily pulls up your shirt, lifting it over your arms and head, tossing it aside. He blushes as he looks at your soft stomach, the curves of your waist and hips, and your breasts, hidden under a lacy red bra.

You blush as he stares at you for a good minute, getting self-conscious.

"Yoosung...?" Your hands move up to cover yourself, and you gasp as his hands reach out immediately, grabbing your wrists in the air, keeping them from hiding your chest. You look into his eyes, and you're shocked by the hunger, the greed you find behind them.

"God, Amora... You're so fucking beautiful."

You feel warmth spill throughout you at the use of the curse word, something that almost never came from Yoosung's mouth, but proved to be very, very, sexy.

His hands tentatively run along your bra, grazing the curve of your breast, following the path to the clasp at the back. He keeps eye contact with you, searching for any sign of apprehension. You give him none, and you feel him unclasp your bra. The pressure on your chest loosens, and you feel nervous suddenly. You wanted this for so long, but it was still nerve-wracking nonetheless.

Almost as though he read your mind, he leans in, kissing you as he takes off your bra, pressing your bare chest against his own, allowing his body to feel your bare flesh before gazing upon it, giving you time to relax.

It works.

He pulls back, looking down at you, and his hand flies up to his mouth, hiding a smile.

"Amora," your name rides out on a gentle breath, "God... You're so... You're perfect." He looks into your eyes- completely sincere. His hand comes up to your cheek, cupping it tenderly as though you needed to be treated with the utmost care, like you would break in his hands if too much force was used.

You can feel the heat of your blush tingling on your cheeks as his eyes rake along your neck, down your chest, over your stomach, over every inch. His eyes come back up to meet yours, hunger flashing within them, and you feel that oh-so-familiar warmth creeping up between your legs.

He gently put pressure on your shoulders, indicating his wish for you to lay down- you leaned back down onto the bed, looking up at him shyly as he knelt over you, observing you. He smiles, craning down to kiss your lips, then down along your jaw. He continues his ministrations, leaving slow, tantalizing kisses along your neck, down your collarbone, in between your breasts. The gasps and mewls escaping your lips seem to only make him wish to tease you more as he begins to suck hard at the space between your breasts, determined to mark you there.

He pulls back far enough to admire the bruise settling in, his eyes flickering up to meet yours. You stare back, your breath coming out in shaky tremors, watching as he leans down, and flicks your left nipple with his tongue, never breaking eye contact. You moan longingly at this- the sheer naughtiness of his eyes boring into you while his mouth ministers your chest.

He smiles at your reaction, closing his eyes to focus on the loving he was bringing upon your breasts. His hand came up to play with your free nipple, and you moan louder- from the kisses he had given you, you expected he would be good at this as well, but this was beyond anything you could imagine.

He continued to suckle and lick and bite at your nipples, taking turns between the two, clearly appreciating the symphony of moans he was conducting from you. After he had finally had his fill, leaving many a mark upon your chest, he pulled back, crawling up to your lips, kissing them softly.

You smile, despite your disheveled form and ragged breath. He sat down next to you, pulling the sheets up over you both, and latched his arms around your topless form, his head snuggled into the crook of your neck. You sigh, fingers trailing along his spine.

"Yoosung?"

"Yeah?" His voice vibrates against your neck, and you giggle softly at the ticklish sensation.

"I love you."

You can feel his silly smile against your skin; you can't help but do the same.

"I love you too, Amora."

That's the end of Chapter 3! I really love writing these scenes for Yoosung honestly, he's such a little sweetheart 3 I wanna pet his cute blonde head. :3

Hope you enjoyed!

~Pixil-8