Since it is Kyunnies birthday and you did ask for headcanons about him... I have the feeling he would be someone that wouldn’t mind having a partner that has multiple tattoos and/or piercings at all, probably appreciating the heck out of them.
I can totally see that!
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You hadn’t seen him for weeks because he had been on tour and you had prepared a little something for him.
When Changkyun had taken you out to dinner that night you had worn a shirt with sheer black sleeves, showing the ink on your arm quite nicely without being to flashy. When he had asked if you had added anything new to your collection, you had just smirked and told him he should find out himself. Almost choking on his wine, your boyfriend hastily beckoned a waiter closer to pay the bill as fast as possible.
Grinning at his eagerness, you had pressed a chaste kiss to his lips but pulled away when he wanted to deepen the kiss. “Take me home, Kyunie,” you whispered.
When the door of your apartment closed, Changkyun waisted no time to back you up against the nearest wall to kiss you deeply. When you felt his tongue running along your lower lip, you chuckled and met him halfway. When he felt the little metal stud in the middle of your muscle, a gasp left his lips.
“You got your tongue pierced?” He asked, already breathless. Instead of answering you stuck out our tongue, a little silver ball shining right back at him. “Fuck,” he cursed, yanking his shirt over his head before kissing you again with a new fierceness, eagerly exploring your mouth.
His strong hands roamed over your body, hiking up your shirt and raking his blunt nails over your skin. “Take it off,” you demanded, running your own hands over his strong chest muscles.
Gladly obeying Changkyun made quick work of the fabric and your bra, bending down to suck one of your nipples between his plush lips, tearing a moan from your throat. When he released the perky bud, he kneaded the flesh of your breasts roughly while kissing along the black lines decorating your torso.
Humming contently, you threaded your hands through his thick locks, gently nudging him downwards and onto his knees. Grinning up at you, he made quick work of your jeans, pressing open mouthed kisses along the ink on your legs.
“Play nice and I’ll repay you, baby,” you rasped, showing off the barbell in your tongue in a silent promise.













