This might be kind of basic 🥲 But would you do headcanons for NCT 127 when their fiancé gets a tongue piercing? I kind of imagine like she got it while he was on tour so it’s all healed by the time he’s back and finally sees it 😛
NCT 127 — Reaction to Their Fiancée Getting a Tongue Piercing
note: omg i hope you like it!! I don't know if I really like it! I feel like I have better work, hehe, but anyway, I really liked the request!
cw: tongue piercing; suggestive
TAEYONG
You don’t tell him right away.
You pick him up from the airport like nothing’s changed, let him fold you into one of those tight, almost-wobbly hugs that tells you exactly how much he missed you. He kisses your cheek, your temple, your jaw, like he’s trying to make up for weeks apart in one breathless minute—and when his mouth finally meets yours, he melts into you with a sigh that sounds like home.
He doesn’t notice at first. Not with how dazed he is from holding you. But that night, when you're lying in bed and he’s brushing his lips over your neck, whispering soft, sleepy “I missed you so much, baby”s—he kisses you again and freezes.
Pulls back. Blinks.
“...Wait.”
His brows furrow. “Wait. Did you…?”
You smile innocently. “Mm?”
He stares. Then he gasps. “You did not—”
You poke your tongue out just enough for him to see the piercing glint of metal. His whole body tenses.
“Oh my god.” He’s full-on blushing. “You got that while I was gone?”
“Mhmm… what fo you think?” you said with a smirk
And it really hits him then. That it’s not just for the aesthetic. That it’s healed enough to use.
He goes so quiet. Blinking. Flushed. Processing. It’s the kind of silence that has you squirming before he even opens his mouth.
“You’re insane,” he finally breathes with a smile, staring at you like he’s seeing you for the first time. “You’re so lucky I have restraint.”
You raise a brow. “Do you?”
Taeyong groans, actually groans, as he leans down to kiss you again—this time with more pressure, tongue sweeping over yours like he’s trying to figure out exactly what it feels like, how it moves, what else it could do. And when you make the tiniest little whimper?
Yeah. His last bit of self-control shatters.
“Okay. Now you’ve done it.”
JOHNNY
Johnny catches it immediately.
You barely make it three seconds into the reunion kiss at the door before he goes, “Whoa, wait. What’s that?”
You blink trying to suppress a smile. “What’s what?”
He leans back with a slow, suspicious squint. “Stick your tongue out.”
You do.
He freezes.
“Oh my god.”
There’s a full moment where he just stares. Then he starts laughing, but in that “I’m in disbelief and a little bit terrified” kind of way. His hands slide down to your hips, gripping tight.
“You’re actually trying to kill me,” he says, sounding both amazed and betrayed. “You couldn’t have waited until I got back?”
“Mmm no... I thought it would be better this way, since now that you're back... it's completely healed” you say sweetly.
And that is the line that ends him.
He groans, drops his forehead to your shoulder. “You have no idea what you’ve done. I’m never going to focus again. Do you understand that?”
You grin. “Are you mad?”
“I’m horny,” he says. “That’s worse.”
It takes less than ten minutes before you’re backed up against the kitchen counter, Johnny kissing you like he needs to learn your mouth all over again—slow and curious at first, then faster, more insistent. Every time your tongue brushes his, he makes a sound like he can’t take it.
And when you finally pull away, breathless and grinning, he looks wrecked.
“That’s it,” he mutters, already pulling you toward the bedroom. “You’re giving me a demonstration.”
YUTA
He doesn’t notice until the second night.
Because when Yuta gets home from tour, he’s all hands. All possessive touches and low, murmured “missed you so much”s and long, hot kisses on your neck that get you squirming within seconds. He’s intense and focused and starving for you—but somehow doesn’t catch the piercing until the two of you are curled up on the couch, sharing lazy kisses between sips of wine and whispers of “don’t ever leave me that long again.”
Then you roll your tongue out with a playful smirk after a particularly dirty joke—and he freezes.
“What the fuck was that.”
You blink innocently. “What’s what?”
He just points at your mouth. “Is that—? That wasn’t there before. Did you—?”
You flick your tongue at him, letting the glint of the barbell flash again.
He stares. Hard.
Then slowly—very slowly—leans in, lips brushing your ear.
“You’re evil.”
You laugh. “for you...”
“Don’t say that,” he growls. “Don’t.”
You think he’s going to kiss you. Instead, he drags his thumb across your bottom lip, gaze locked to your mouth like he’s imagining a hundred different filthy scenarios—and then kisses you hard, practically groaning into your mouth when he feels the piercing press against his tongue.
“You’ve ruined me,” he breathes, already pushing you back onto the couch. “You actually want me to lose control, huh?”
And yeah… you’re not walking straight tomorrow.
DOYOUNG
Doyoung is the most dramatic.
He notices the second you kiss him and physically recoils, hands coming up to grab your face with a gasp.
“WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTH.”
You blink, startled. “...My tongue?”
“What did you do while I was gone?.”he said in surprise with wide eyes
You stick your tongue out with a grin. He stares at the piercing like it’s personally offended him.
“Oh my god.”
“Do you not like it?”
“No, I—that’s not the point!”
“What is the point then?”
“The point is—you got a tongue piercing while I was gone and didn’t tell me?! That’s betrayal. That’s slander. That’s grounds for war.”
You laugh. “You’re being so dramatic—”
“Because you’re dangerous! Do you know what that piercing does to people?!”
You lean in, licking your lips. “Want to find out?”
He short-circuits. You can see it.
“Don’t tease me like that.”
You kiss him again, letting your tongue move just enough to drive him insane. And within minutes, the drama melts into breathless, stunned desire—Doyoung now holding your face like he needs to study the way you kiss, the way it feels.
“You’re lucky I love you,” he murmurs when you finally break apart.
“Lucky?”
“Yeah.” He smirks. “Because I’m definitely letting you use that piercing on me later.”.
JAEHYUN
You knew Jaehyun would notice.
Not because he’s dramatic, but because he’s observant to a scary degree. The kind of man who notices when you move a candle three inches to the left or change shampoo. So yeah—no surprise that he clocks the tongue piercing after five seconds of kissing you.
But the real surprise? How calm he stays.
“How long have you had this?” he murmurs, thumb grazing your bottom lip as he pulls back to study you.
“Got it while you were gone. It’s all healed now.”
A long pause. He just looks at you.
Still. Quiet.
You squirm under his gaze, the weight of it almost heavier than if he’d immediately pounced on you.
“You hate it?” you tease, nervously licking your lips.
His eyes darken.
“I love it.”
You blink.
“I love it,” he says again, more slowly, more deliberately. “I just don’t think you realize what you’ve done.”
“…What I’ve done?”
“You’ve officially ruined kissing for me. Forever. Because now? This? This is the standard.”
He leans in—kisses you again, deep and slow and thorough, his tongue gliding against yours in a way that makes you weak in the knees. He kisses like he’s learning every detail, the weight and texture and feel of the piercing. Like he’s imagining it against much more sensitive skin.
And then he whispers against your lips, “You’re gonna use this on me, aren’t you.”
Your breath catches.
“Tonight. Bed. No distractions.”
He leans in, brushes his mouth over your ear.
“And tomorrow? I’m taking you shopping. Because now I need to see you in lip gloss, and you’re not leaving the house without me.”
JUNGWOO
Jungwoo doesn’t notice the piercing until the two of you are mid-makeout, tangled up on the couch with his hands slipping under your shirt and his kisses turning deeper by the second. And even then—it’s not so much notice as it is him yanking back mid-kiss with a shocked noise.
“WHAT?!”
You blink. “What?”
“What is that?!” he gestures wildly at your mouth like it just betrayed him. “Why is it hard???”
You burst out laughing. “hard?!”
“I felt something! Something cold! What did you do!”
You stick your tongue out.
His jaw drops and a tiny scream left his mouth.
“OH MY GOD.”
He flops backwards dramatically onto the cushions like he’s been stabbed. “You did this while I was gone?!”
You grin. “Mhm. Surpriiiise.”
“You’re evil,” he whines. “You’re actually evil. You didn’t even warn me.”
“you know…It’s all pretty and healed now…”
“STOP, DON’T SAY THAT—” His whole face goes red. “You know what that means to me.”
“What does it mean to you?”
He side-eyes you. “You want me to say it?”
You lean in slowly, innocently. “Mmhmm.”
He groans. “You want me to imagine it, don’t you?”
You kiss him again, softly at first—then let your tongue roll against his.
He squeaks.
“NOPE. That’s it. You’re not allowed to kiss me unless you plan to do something about this. Because now my brain is full of filth and it’s your fault.”
You smile sweetly. “You’re the one who imagined it.”
“Yeah well—” he pauses, mouth twitching. “Okay but like. Are you gonna—?”
You silence him with another kiss. And yes—he is definitely about to find out what that piercing can do.
MARK
You knew Mark would have a meltdown.
Like, full panic-mode spiraling.
It happens the second he gets back—you're kissing him on the couch, hands in his hair, and when your tongue brushes his, he freezes.
“Wait.”
You stop.
“Wait wait wait.” He pulls back, staring at you like he just uncovered a conspiracy. “Was that—? Is there something in your mouth?”
You try to play innocent, but he’s already in detective mode, holding your chin and squinting.
“…Stick your tongue out.”
You do.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. YOU—”
He’s already standing, pacing like he needs to walk it off. “No way. There’s no way you did that while I was gone.”
“Mhm, I didn't want to do it after because it would take a long time to heal and... you know, we weren't going to be able to do anything, soo the day after you left I did it so it would be completely fine for when you came back…”
“OMG THAT’S… I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST….”
He flops onto the armchair like he needs to breathe. “Why would you just drop this on me like that?? That’s not a casual thing! That’s like—life-changing.”
You raise a brow. “Is it?”
“You have metal in your tongue now. You’re like a… like a dangerous girl, like a… bad girl, dude”
He’s fully spiraling and it’s adorable. But then he goes quiet. Too quiet.
You walk over, lean into his lap. “Mark?”
He looks up at you. Blush dusting his cheeks. Voice soft.
“…Can I kiss you again?”
You smile. “You sure you can handle it?”
“Absolutely fucking not,” he mumbles. “But I need to...”
This kiss is slower—he’s feeling for it now, curious, cautious, and then you moan softly into his mouth and Mark gasps.
“Okay. Nope. This is gonna be a problem.”
And when you climb into his lap?
Yeah. He doesn’t complain again.
HAECHAN
Haechan thinks he knows everything.
Thinks he’s always two steps ahead of you. Thinks you couldn’t possibly surprise him.
And for a while? He’s right. He gets home, throws his bags down, yells “I’m home, where’s my prize?” and tackles you onto the couch with zero hesitation. You’re laughing, kissing, breathless—and then you open your mouth and poke your tongue out with a smug little glint of silver.
He stares.
“...What’s that.”
You grin. “What do you think it is?”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No. No. No.”
“Haechan—”
“YOU GOT A TONGUE PIERCING?!” he screeches, jumping up like he’s been electrocuted. “WHAT KIND OF UNAUTHORIZED HOTNESS IS THAT?!”
You laugh so hard you snort. “Unauthorized?!”
“I left for a month and you turned into a vixen behind my back???”
You laughed out loud again at the comparison and you stick your tongue out again, wiggling it. “mmm I don't know what you mean by that babe, the only thing I know is that It’s all healed now.”
He chokes.
“Oh you planned this. You knew exactly what you were doing.”
He paces. “I’m not safe in this house anymore. You’re a menace. You expect me to stay calm?! Knowing that’s in your mouth???”
“You like it though,” you tease.
He groans. “That’s not the point.”
“Then what is the point?”
“That you need to show me exactly what it can do. Right now. Immediately. For science.”
You kiss him again—this time with full, taunting tongue. And he whimpers.
“Okay. Okay. This is fine. I’ll just die a happy man.”
And then?
He lets you ruin him. Loudly. Dramatically. Repeatedly.
