#phantom!xiaojun

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Imagine an evening with phantom!xiaojun, sharing wine as the tension builds between you. It starts off with noticing the little things. The sharp edge of his clawed finger tracing the line of your jaw, the subtly with which he lifts your chin to gaze into his eyes, the smoky depth of night framing his icy stare. Your eyes trail down to trace the shape of his lips, following the prominent curve of his cupid’s bow before noting the plush pink swell of his lips, and your own lips part on their own accord. He notices this with a smirk, tilting his head almost coquettishly, letting his silver hair fall to one side of his face.

“What are you thinking about, ma chérie?” He hums, the smooth, low timbre bringing a smile to your lips. You take a sip from the wine glass you’re barely clutching, the sweet liquor instantly elevating the heightened happiness you feel.

“You, of course.” A giggle gives a lilt to your words, your lips pressing against the curve of the glass. 

He leans in, close enough to almost taste the sweet wine on your lips, “You’re playing a dangerous game, getting involved with someone like me. You know that right?”

“I know exactly what I’m getting into, and I want it, all of it.” You steel your gaze and peer up at him, “I want you.”

A growl rises in his throat and rumbles warmly in his chest. He presses a quick kiss to your lips, just enough to be chaste, showing you just how much he’s holding himself back in this moment. “My dear, I would ravage you right against this table if you let me, just completely fucking ruin you.”

“I want you to.” You quickly lean in, murmuring against his lips, “I want you to take me, completely. Unleash that pent up lust.”

And he doesn’t have to be told twice. Grabbing you by the waist, he helps you onto the table, and by the time you realize your back has met the tablecloth, he’s kissing you fervently, already spreading your legs and slotting yourself between them.

Surprisingly, the moments slow as the tension fervently builds. His every touch, every caress, every kiss, feels like it’s been elongated by a few moments. Is he doing that? Whatever the case, you don’t want him to stop. His lips taste like the wine he had, the perfect mixture of sweet and bitter to form the enticing tang that has you chasing his mouth for more. He grants you more easily, sliding his tongue against yours with the clear intent to devour you. Fuck, you want him so bad, and you’re over the moon that he wants you just as bad. The fact that this otherworldly apparition is so intent on having you, that he found you so enticing he just has to fuck you right here and now, has your heart hammering in your chest.

And fuck, he feels good when he finally starts fucking you. He takes you roughly, just like you’ve been craving, just like he’s been thinking about from the moment he laid eyes on you. He’s been wanting to completely consume you since the first encounter, and now that he’s had his chance, he’s going to feast on you until he’s had his fill. Your cries only spur him on, making him fuck you harder. His cock feels perfect inside you, sliding in and out with ease, stretching you open just right, pressing against that sweet spot inside you that has you ascending. Your hands scramble for purchase over the table cloth before he grabs your wrists, pinning your wrists down by your head. He growls and grunts as he fucks you, his sounds guttural to the point of sounding like carnal snarls. His true monstrous nature comes forth, the long table shaking with each thrust, dishes rattling and falling to the floor in a clamor of broken glass. His fingers take on the form of sharp silver claws, the metal pressed against your wrists to keep you in place. His hair flows, curtaining the fucked out expression on his face. Even as he gets more lost to pleasure, he stares down at you intently, the blue-gray hue of his eyes all but piercing your very being.

You cum hard around him, arching and bucking up against him. The pleasure is so overwhelming it’s almost numbing, and he takes you through wave after wave of release with his thrusts. Your mind reels, spiraling far above the stratosphere, your entire body alight with the most intense ecstasy you’ve ever felt. He keeps fucking you as you scream and cry in bliss, the way your body writhes for him spurring him on to his own end. With a few more hard, deep thrusts, he cums deep inside you, growling and dragging you toward him with a harsh grasp on your thigh.

Your head is still spinning as you come down, your vision spiraling ever so slightly when you open your eyes. When your line of sight straightens, the first thing you see is him smirking down at you, and the first thing you hear is his smug question, “Still with me, ma chérie?”

You nod, and any words you were thinking of saying bubble from your lips in the form of light giggles. He cradles your face with one hand, his smile softening as he tells you, “Good, because I’m nowhere near done claiming you yet. You’ll be singing for me all night.”

Imagine an evening with phantom!xiaojun, sharing wine as the tension builds between you. It starts off with noticing the little things. The sharp edge of his clawed finger tracing the line of your jaw, the subtly with which he lifts your chin to gaze into his eyes, the smoky depth of night framing his icy stare. Your eyes trail down to trace the shape of his lips, following the prominent curve of his cupid’s bow before noting the plush pink swell of his lips, and your own lips part on their own accord. He notices this with a smirk, tilting his head almost coquettishly, letting his silver hair fall to one side of his face.

“What are you thinking about, ma chérie?” He hums, the smooth, low timbre bringing a smile to your lips. You take a sip from the wine glass you’re barely clutching, the sweet liquor instantly elevating the heightened happiness you feel.

“You, of course.” A giggle gives a lilt to your words, your lips pressing against the curve of the glass. 

He leans in, close enough to almost taste the sweet wine on your lips, “You’re playing a dangerous game, getting involved with someone like me. You know that right?”

“I know exactly what I’m getting into, and I want it, all of it.” You steel your gaze and peer at him over the rum of your glass, “I want you.”

A growl rises in his throat and rumbles warmly in his chest. He presses a quick kiss to your lips, just enough to be chaste, showing you just how much he’s holding himself back in this moment. “My dear, I would ravage you right against this table if you let me, just completely fucking ruin you.”

“I want you to.” You quickly lean in, murmuring against his lips, “I want you to take me, completely. Unleash that pent up lust.”

And he doesn’t have to be told twice. Grabbing you by the waist, he helps you onto the table, and by the time you realize your back has met the tablecloth, he’s kissing you fervently, already spreading your legs and slotting yourself between them.

Surprisingly, the moments slow as the tension fervently builds. His every touch, every caress, every kiss, feels like it’s been elongated by a few moments. Is he doing that? Whatever the case, you don’t want him to stop. His lips taste like the wine he had, the perfect mixture of sweet and bitter to form the enticing tang that has you chasing his mouth for more. He grants you more easily, sliding his tongue against yours with the clear intent to devour you. Fuck, you want him so bad, and you’re over the moon that he wants you just as bad. The fact that this otherworldly apparition is so intent on having you, that he found you so enticing he just has to fuck you right here and now, has your heart hammering in your chest.

And fuck, he feels good when he finally starts fucking you. He takes you roughly, just like you’ve been craving, just like he’s been thinking about from the moment he laid eyes on you. He’s been wanting to completely consume you since the first encounter, and now that he’s had his chance, he’s going to feast on you until he’s had his fill. Your cries only spur him on, making him fuck you harder. His cock feels perfect inside you, sliding in and out with ease, stretching you open just right, pressing against that sweet spot inside you that has you ascending. Your hands scramble for purchase over the table cloth before he grabs your wrists, pinning your wrists down by your head. He growls and grunts as he fucks you, his sounds guttural to the point of sounding like carnal snarls. His true monstrous nature comes forth, the long table shaking with each thrust, dishes rattling and falling to the floor in a clamor of broken glass. His fingers take on the form of sharp silver claws, the metal pressed against your wrists to keep you in place. His hair flows, curtaining the fucked out expression on his face. Even as he gets more lost to pleasure, he stares down at you intently, the blue-gray hue of his eyes all but piercing your very being.

You cum hard around him, arching and bucking up against him. The pleasure is so overwhelming it’s almost numbing, and he takes you through wave after wave of release with his thrusts. Your mind reels, spiraling far above the stratosphere, your entire body alight with the most intense ecstasy you’ve ever felt. He keeps fucking you as you scream and cry in bliss, the way your body writhes for him spurring him on to his own end. With a few more hard, deep thrusts, he cums deep inside you, growling and dragging you toward him with a harsh grasp on your thigh.

Your head is still spinning as you come down, your vision spiraling ever so slightly when you open your eyes. When your line of sight straightens, the first thing you see is him smirking down at you, and the first thing you hear is his smug question, “Still with me, ma chérie?”

You nod, and any words you were thinking of saying bubble from your lips in the form of light giggles. He cradles your face with one hand, his smile softening as he tells you, “Good, because I’m nowhere near done claiming you yet. You’ll be singing for me all night.”

Imagine an evening with phantom!xiaojun, sharing wine as the tension builds between you. It starts off with noticing the little things. The sharp edge of his clawed finger tracing the line of your jaw, the subtly with which he lifts your chin to gaze into his eyes, the smoky depth of night framing his icy stare. Your eyes trail down to trace the shape of his lips, following the prominent curve of his cupid’s bow before noting the plush pink swell of his lips, and your own lips part on their own accord. He notices this with a smirk, tilting his head almost coquettishly, letting his silver hair fall to one side of his face.

“What are you thinking about, ma chérie?” He hums, the smooth, low timbre bringing a smile to your lips. You take a sip from the wine glass you’re barely clutching, the sweet liquor instantly elevating the heightened happiness you feel.

“You, of course.” A giggle gives a lilt to your words, your lips pressing against the curve of the glass. 

He leans in, close enough to almost taste the sweet wine on your lips, “You’re playing a dangerous game, getting involved with someone like me. You know that right?”

“I know exactly what I’m getting into, and I want it, all of it.” You steel your gaze and peer up at him, “I want you.”

A growl rises in his throat and rumbles warmly in his chest. He presses a quick kiss to your lips, just enough to be chaste, showing you just how much he’s holding himself back in this moment. “My dear, I would ravage you right against this table if you let me, just completely fucking ruin you.”

“I want you to.” You quickly lean in, murmuring against his lips, “I want you to take me, completely. Unleash that pent up lust.”

And he doesn’t have to be told twice. Grabbing you by the waist, he helps you onto the table, and by the time you realize your back has met the tablecloth, he’s kissing you fervently, already spreading your legs and slotting yourself between them.

Surprisingly, the moments slow as the tension fervently builds. His every touch, every caress, every kiss, makes time feel like it’s been elongated by a few moments. Is he doing that? Whatever the case, you don’t want him to stop. His lips taste like the wine you shared, the perfect mixture of sweet and bitter to form the enticing tang that has you chasing his mouth for more. He grants you more easily, sliding his tongue against yours with the clear intent to devour you.

You want him so bad, you don't care how desperate or depraved you sound. Right now, you’re over the moon that he wants you just as bad as you want him. The fact that this otherworldly apparition is so intent on having you, that he found you so enticing he just has to fuck you right here and now, has your heart hammering in your chest.

And fuck, he feels good when he finally starts fucking you. He takes you roughly, just like you’ve been craving, just like he’s been thinking about from the moment he laid eyes on you. He’s been wanting to completely consume you since the first encounter, and now that he’s had his chance, he’s going to feast on you until he’s had his fill. Your cries only spur him on, making him fuck you harder. His cock feels perfect inside you, sliding in and out with ease, stretching you open just right, pressing against that sweet spot inside you that has you ascending. Your hands scramble for purchase over the table cloth before he grabs your wrists, pinning your wrists down by your head. He growls and grunts as he fucks you, his sounds guttural to the point of sounding like carnal snarls. His true monstrous nature comes forth, the long table shaking with each thrust, dishes rattling and falling to the floor in a clamor of broken glass. His fingers take on the form of sharp silver claws, the metal pressed against your wrists to keep you in place. His hair flows, curtaining the fucked out expression on his face. Even as he gets more lost to pleasure, he stares down at you intently, the blue-gray hue of his eyes all but piercing your very being.

You cum hard around him, arching and bucking up against him. The pleasure is so overwhelming it’s almost numbing, and he takes you through wave after wave of release with his thrusts. Your mind reels, spiraling far above the stratosphere, your entire body alight with the most intense ecstasy you’ve ever felt. He keeps fucking you as you scream and cry in bliss, the way your body writhes for him spurring him on to his own end. With a few more hard, deep thrusts, he cums deep inside you, growling and dragging you toward him with a harsh grasp on your thigh.

Your head is still spinning as you come down, your vision spiraling ever so slightly when you open your eyes. When your line of sight straightens, the first thing you see is him smirking down at you, and the first thing you hear is his smug question, “Still with me, ma chérie?”

You nod, and any words you were thinking of saying bubble from your lips in the form of light giggles. He cradles your face with one hand, his smile softening as he tells you, “Good, because I’m nowhere near done claiming you yet. You’ll be singing for me all night.”

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imagine xiaojun strokes his leather glove over your sensitive thighs, watching your expression in the mirrored wall in front of you, smirking as your legs tremble due to his touch. the second your eyes flutter shut, he tuts, ripping his hand away and as he says “no. eyes open. keep them in the mirror, pretty girl…. i want you to watch how you fall apart with the simplest touch” — 🎱

Screaming crying sliding down the wall this is such a pretty picture. K but i’m imagining this with phantom!xiaojun, right in front of that famed, ornate mirror that marks the path to his domain. He has you in front of it now, your hands braced on the glass. Your corset is undone and barely resting on your body, your thin robe billowing around you, the fabric resting on the curves of your body. He stands behind you, pressed against you. It always amazes you, how the poltergeist’s touch can be so tangible. You can feel the coolness of his body right against your ass, his chest practically molded to your back. You can feel a soft, subtle warmth in his fingers as he strokes your folds, as if caressing the petals of a flower to draw out the scent and extract the nectar from within. You push back against his incorporeal touch, chasing the hints of pleasure that just barely ghost over where you’re most sensitive. He watches intently as you fall apart, as your hips jerk and your ass moves back against him, as your breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath you take, as your hands slip on the glass in front of you. At one point, you close your eyes when the pleasure surges intensely, and all at once his touch stops. His hands move from your core to your thighs, stroking your inner thighs. One of his hands grasps your chin, gently turning your attention to meet his gaze in the mirror. 

“Keep your eyes open for me, ma chérie. I want to watch you fall apart for me, while you sing for me an aria of bliss.” He murmurs in your ear, lips ghosting right over the spot where your jaw meets your neck, and fuck you want him to kiss that spot so bad. You see the heated edge to his icy stare and it send a shockwave right through you. You do as he says, keeping your gaze focused on the way you fall apart as he pleases you. He doesn’t even have to slip his fingers inside. All he has to do is rub your clit and stroke your folds with that half tangible, phantom touch, to have you drenched in a deluge of delight. And he watches on eagerly, hungrily, his lust for you building as he watches you come undone.

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Comfort crowd- a xiao dejun fic

TW: arguing, food mention, tears, xiaojun is soft, proposal, ten is there, fluff, I love xiaojun

word count| 1,408

Going out meant returning home, something you should have done sooner. How could a simple argument lead to this? As you stand outside the door to the shared apartment, you shiver, whether it’s from the cold or the thought of facing him after being so weak-willed. How could you have been so ignorant? To treat him like garbage after all he’s done for you. Up until this fight, there had been nothing serious. Maybe you were still in the honeymoon phase, and this sanctimonious time in your relationship was coming to a close, showing the true colors of your relationship…

But no, it had been three years. That was longer than the average honeymoon phase lasted. You missed the smiling boy you were used to, not the red-eyed, puffy-faced man arguing with you days ago.

Nothing had felt like this before. You resented your snide comment about him not wanting to spend time with you anymore, about him pulling away. But, more than the comment, you hated how defensive he got.

You missed your boyfriend, his smell, his eyes, his presence. You missed everything about him, yes, even the forced Harry Potter marathons you would share every other month. Sure, the movies got old, and if you had to watch them alone, you were sure you would wish they were never made. But everything with him was refreshing.

Granted, Dejun was always the defensive type, and you had found that aspect of him endearing until you had reason to believe he was hiding something from you.

You felt your stomach drop again, as it had done the many nights before when you stayed at Chittaphon’s house, crying into the pillows he kept in the spare bedroom. He understood your situation but refused to villainize you or your partner. This wasn’t his battle. He knew you had to figure it out for yourself. He also made sure to tell your boyfriend that you were safe.

“Maybe he’s just going through something,” your friend mused.

“No, it’s different than any other time, Ten. He’s never been like this.”

All he offered you was a shrug and a warm meal, something you were highly grateful for.

Did Dejun still care for you? You knew you cared for him more than anyone else who had entered your life before; you considered him your safe haven. When you had worries or insecurities bubbling and rising to the surface of your mind, he could tell and was quick to shoot them down, telling you how much he cherished and adored you.

And he did.

This was confirmed by the door swinging open to reveal his disheveled frame, looking at you like you were the center of his universe.

Too shocked to say anything, you stared at him with wide eyes and swallowed, feeling the tears start again.

“Are you really just going to stand in the cold..? It’s freezing out here, doesn’t be stupid.” He pulled you inside, studying your flushed face and body. “God… you’re ice cold. How long were you standing out there?”

Without thinking, you threw your arms around him, sniffling and burying your face into his neck to inhale his scent. Then, you begin crying as the comforting smell of vanilla and musk invades your nostrils.

His arms followed a tentative path around your waist, slowly pulling you closer until he couldn’t anymore. Then, rubbing small circles on your mid back, he shushed you and swayed gently.

Once you had calmed down, he grabbed your shoulders, pushing you away to wipe your face with the sleeve of the mauve sweater you had bought him.

You blubbered and began to speak, “I’m so-sorry. I didn’t mean to disappear like that, I know you must have been angry at me and I just- I let my emotions get the better of me- I know it wasn’t right bu-“, you felt yourself getting choked up again, and he stopped you with a sudden kiss to your lips.

“You had every right to take time to yourself.”, he assured you, eyes locking with yours. “I was upset too, and I understand you needed time to yourself, I just wish you had told me before I heard it from Ten.”

“He told you?”

“Do you think I would have left you alone if I didn’t know you were safe? I was mad, but I’m not a monster. Do you think so lowly of me?” he teased, smiling slightly.

Even though a fight, he cared for you and ensured you were doing well, messaging Chittaphon every day to check in on you and ensure you were eating and getting rest. God, how you love this man.

“So, let’s try this again,” he offered as he led you to sit on the couch. “What got you so upset in the first place?”

With a few moments of preparation,

you were ready to make your statement.

“Lately, it just… you felt different. Distant, like you didn’t want to spend time with me.”

In response, Dejun sucked on his teeth, his hand running through his hair, a nervous tick you had picked up on early on in your relationship.

“Whenever I tried to hang out with you, you said you were busy, and I felt like… I just wasn’t important to you.. I guess. Sorry, I know that probably sounds stupid-“

“It’s not stupid,” he interjected, brow furrowing, “Your feelings are your feelings, don’t let anyone take them away or make them feel invalid.”

Dejun took a breath.

“Look, it’s just…” he groaned, “Okay, fine. You know what? You’re just ruining your surprise, so that’s on you.”

You blinked at him, observing as his hand ran through his thick hair again. You always loved playing with his hair, feeling the silky strands in your fingers, and listening to him hum in pleasure. He was so beautiful; all you wanted to do was take him in again as if it were the first time.

The question, “Did you hear me at all?” snapped you out of your thoughts for the second time that day.

A confused “Huh?” was all you could muster as a reply.

He covered his face in his hands, embarrassed to have to repeat himself.

You had never heard him speak as fast as he did when his hands left his face.

“Okay-sobasicallyIwasthinkingaboutourfutureandstuff-“he rambled.

“Jun, slow down.”

He took a deep breath, frustrated. “Okay-okay- I was weird and distant because I was looking for the right time to ask, but you’re basically ruining that.”

His eyes darted around the room.

“I want you to consider marrying me.”

You couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping while your poor boyfriend became a puddle on the couch, disappearing into his hands and groaning, wishing he could disappear.

“Listen, you don’t have to say yes, okay? Don’t feel pressured or anything..”

“Xiao Dejun, you absolute idiot-“you said, smacking him with a pillow, “You ignored me for weeks. Are you joking right now, asshole?” you finished your point with another smack from your trusty pillow.

“I was just waiting for the right time, okay!?” he pawed at your weapon as you continued your assault.

“So you acted like a dumbass!?”

“Well-no! I mean, I guess I did; sorry about that-STOP. SMACKING ME!” he tore the cushion from your grasp, pulling you against him as he threw it across the room.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Oh my god, Dejun. I’ll marry you, you doofus.”

He smiled, searching your eyes for regret before crashing his lips onto yours, which you quickly reciprocated.

You had missed the taste of him more than you had ever realized.

After a few moments, you pulled away, staring at him.

And he did the same, eyes picking apart every millimeter of your face, searching for inhibitions but finding none.

“I love you so much.”

“I’m going to be your spouse….” you mused, testing out how your name would sound with a new surname. Not bad, not bad at all.

“You’re so lovely, do you know that?” he pulled you back into his chest, laying down, “You’re my gorgeous, gorgeous pearl.”

You happily laid your head on his chest, smiling. “You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

“I know,” he said, smirking at you and cocking an eyebrow.

“Xiao!”

“What? You said it, I’m just agreeing!”

“You dork…”

And as you nuzzled into his chest, sighing happily while he squeezed your waist, you knew you belonged in his arms.

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