Kissing and obsessing over dom! hyuck's moles pleaseee
warnings: suggestive
seated between haechan’s! legs, yours wrapped around his torso, fingers softly ghosting over the moles on his cheeks, tracing them like constellations in the sky, “your lover in your past life really made sure i knew how much they kissed you,” you pout, jealousy taking over your features, making him chuckle.
“baby, you’re my person in every lifetime,” he places a soft kiss on the top of your nose, a smile growing on your lips, “who knows? you probably left those behind,” he teases, hand kneading soft circles on your back, “made sure to mark me, huh?,” he smirks, eyebrows wiggling playfully, gently squeezing your waist, making you giggle.
“mhm,” you agreed, loving the thought of being in love with him in this life and all the others.
you kiss each mole sitting on his cheeks, “gonna make sure i find you in the next one too,” you say before decorating his face with soft, gentle kisses, making your boyfriend blush.
the warmth from your lips makes his heart race as he watches you, a sweet smile on his lips, indulging in the calmness of it all.
“hmmm,” he sighs, “got some on my neck too,” he smirks, hands making their way to your ass, gently massaging and you know what started as an innocent act is about to turn nasty.
“how could i ever forget?,” you tease, making your way down to his neck, fingers carefully connecting the dots, soft lips soon to follow, as he gives you easier access. you kiss every mark – starting from the one placed right on his adam’s apple, moving down to the bottom and up near his jaw, each one making haechan shiver under your touch, his grip on your ass tightening.
you take your time, kissing his moles over and over again, switching from his face to his neck, gently sucking, making goosebumps rise throughout his skin.
you suck a little harder on the side of his neck, earning a groan from him, “baby-,” he warns.
“what?,” you smile innocently.
“you know i can’t have a hickey,” he groans but he doesn’t stop you so you continue your artwork.
“just making sure people in this life know you’re mine too,” you purred, proud of the purple mark you have left behind, your possessiveness getting to his head, hips instinctively thrusting upwards.
“hmm, is that how that works?,” he playfully teases, turning your head towards him for a slow, intimate kiss, tongue swiping at your lips for entrance, “mhm”, you moan during the kiss, answering him.
“well, i guess i gotta make sure everyone knows you're my girl,” he taunts mischievously, before picking you up slightly, laying you on the bed, his body hovering over yours as he spent the rest of the night littering kisses and leaving marks all over your skin.
An unrelated sketch of mine, to give the gist of my aesthetic: I like flat backgrounds and simplified silhouettes, and I am looking for a literary style to match.
I had a bit of a rough Friday. I ended up needing to go to the hospital for an asthma attack (I’m doing much better now and well on my way to 100%, thank you for asking!) and got an IV. Stressful, yes. But the silver lining is that I walked away with a bruise.
So, I thought… well, why not document it for when I need to write bruises? And I have a Tumblr, so… you are in the boat with me.
Let's study my IV bruise and how it changes every day for more accurate writing.
(Images and warnings under the cut)
Two warnings before we start:
This is NOT medical advice: I am not a doctor, and I am definitely not qualified to give medical advice. This is purely a personal documentation of an injury I happened to sustain. Please consult a professional if you have your own medical concerns!
Skin Tone Context: I’m not white. I am biracial and have fair skin, usually matching the 2nd or 3rd shade of a neutral to neutral-cool foundation, depending on the brand and how much sun I’ve been getting. I mention this because bruising colours show up quite differently on different skin tones, so keep that in mind when using this for your own character descriptions.
1) The IV Placement:
It hurt when it was inserted, but not terribly (but it was aching a bit the whole time it was in, which makes me suspect it poked something it shouldn’t have).
Yes, I have very juicy veins, you'll see it when my arm isn't covered up. I’m a vampire’s favourite dish and a nurse’s easier patient.
2) 8-10 or so later
This was about 10 to 12 hours after the poking. You can see it’s starting to bloom. I thought it was as bad as it would get and I was wrong.
It hurt quite a bit, especially right at the insertion point and a little lower, where I think the tip of the needle ended up. Because they insert it at an angle to follow the vein, it’s a very delicate spot.
One thing I noticed was how much it bled once the IV was removed. Even with the cotton and tape, it soaked through in a circle about 2cm wide. It closed up on its own eventually; I was able to remove the bandage in the shower (about 40 minutes after the IV was out), clean up the last bit of blood, and it was fine.
3) 24 Hours Later (Day 2 – Today)
It is very ugly, to be honest, it has darkened significantly. It is tender right at the insertion point, but even more so at the bottom, where it’s darker, where I think the needle wasn’t supposed to go.
I tested the surrounding area by poking my other elbow; it also hurt a little, so I’m attributing the “ouch” factor to the muscles themselves simply not liking being squeezed. They are entitled to that, they are just doing their jobs.
And that’s where we are! Since I’m still currently living through Day 2, we have yet to see the rest.
I’ll be back with another update eventually, so you’re welcome to stick around.
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