#dpr oneshot

I appreciated his confidence, but my stomach still fluttered with nerves. Meeting Christian's friends felt like a big step, a glimpse into a part of his life that I hadn't yet been privy to. I knew how close he was with his crew, the people he worked with and trusted, so I wanted to make a good impression.

“Hey, guys!” Christian called out, catching their attention. “I want you to meet someone.”

All eyes turned to us as we reached the table. Christian gently nudged me forward, his hand resting reassuringly on the small of my back.

“This is Y/N,” he said, his voice full of pride. “My girlfriend.”

The group greeted me with warm smiles and enthusiastic hellos, and I couldn’t help but relax a little. They seemed friendly, welcoming even. Christian introduced each of them one by one—there was Live, Cream, and several others.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Live said, extending his hand with a grin. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Yeah, Christian doesn’t shut up about you,” Cream added, teasingly nudging Christian, who just rolled his eyes with a grin.

I laughed, feeling my nerves start to melt away. “All positive things, I hope?”

“Of course!” Live said, patting the seat next to him. “Come, sit down. We’ve got plenty of room.”

Christian and I slid into the booth, and the conversation quickly resumed. I listened intently as they joked and shared stories, their camaraderie evident in every word. It was easy to see why Christian cherished these people—they were like a family, a close-knit group that had each other’s backs no matter what.

As the night wore on, I found myself slowly being pulled into their world. They were funny, down-to-earth, and full of energy. They asked me questions about myself, genuinely fascinating in getting to know me, and shared stories about their adventures with Christian.

Christian whispered in my ear at one point, his arm wrapped casually around my waist.

I smiled up at him, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “I can see why you care about them so much.” I whispered.

“They already like you,” he said softly, his eyes shining with affection. “But then again, who wouldn’t?”

Before long, I was laughing along with the group, feeling more at ease than I ever expected. We talked about everything from music to travel, and I even got to hear a few embarrassing stories about Christian’s past that had me in stitches.

Eventually, the night began to wind down. The bar had emptied out a bit, and the energy had shifted to a more relaxed, mellow vibe. Christian’s friends started making their goodbyes, one by one, each of them giving me a warm farewell.

“It was great meeting you, Y/N,” Cream said as he gave me a quick hug. “You’re welcome to hang with us anytime.”

“Thanks,” I replied, feeling genuinely touched. “I’d love that.”

Once everyone had left, Christian and I were the only ones left at the table. He glanced at me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

“See? I told you it’d be fine,” he said, leaning in to kiss my temple.

I smiled, leaning into his touch. “You were right. They’re amazing, Christian. I really enjoyed tonight.”

He pulled me into a hug, his arms wrapped tightly around me. “I’m glad you did. It means a lot to me that you got along with them.”

I hugged him back, feeling a sense of contentment settle over me. Meeting his friends had been nerve-wracking, but now that it was over, I realized it was a huge step in our relationship—a step that brought us even closer.

But honestly, you don’t know if you even want to entertain whatever thought is going through Dabin’s head. Yes, you want him there’s no doubts about that (because you always want him), but the idea of moving even an inch from your spot in front of the fan doesn’t sound too appealing. So you whine in response, too hot to even give a proper answer.

Dabin playfully wiggles his eyebrows at you. “C’mon, I promise it’ll cool you right down.”

Holding back a smile, you bargain a deal like the mature adult you are. Throwing up your arms, you whine. “Carry me then.”

He rolls his eyes at you as he approaches you and crunches down to hook one arm around your lower back and the other behind your knees. Once he’s got you in his arms, he mumbles a “Let’s go, you big baby,” before kisses your temple and carries you to the kitchen.

As you two enter the room, he places on the counter before making his way towards the refrigerator. You watch him with curious eyes, eager to know just what kind of idea Dabin might have had that would’ve brought you two to the kitchen. He steps back with an ice tray in his hand before maneuvering in the small kitchen to reach in the cabinet for a bowl. 

He distributes some cubes into the bowl before placing the tray back into the freezer. And you watch with a nervous yet an excited feeling buzzing in the pit of your stomach. Finally, he turns to you and gives you that smug smile of his that always has your stomach churning with lust. Placing the bowl on the counter beside you, he easily slots himself between your open legs.  

“Curious, hm?” he questions, raising his eyebrows at you. You hesitantly hum in reply with your eyes trained on him. “Let’s take this shirt off first,” he says as he slowly reaches for the hem of your tee shirt and pulling it over your head. Your eyes flutter shut for just a moment as his cool fingertips brush against your skin before they open again and meet his sultry gaze. 

“Now lay back for me, baby,” he softly commands to which you immediately comply. His hands rest on your hips, his thumbs drawing small circle patterns on the skin. You wait with bated breath, not sure what he’ll do next. The seconds feel like a lifetime before you suddenly feel a cold, wet sensation near your belly button; you can’t help but gasp in surprise. 

Your eyes quickly dart down to where Dabin rests between your legs. He stares back at you with dark, lust-filled irises. He has an ice cube resting between his teeth as he trails it across your abdomen and his gaze is enough to make a soft moan pass your lips. And God, he even manages to smirk at you making your stomach flutter with pleasure. 

He makes his way up your body leaving a wet trail behind, stopping as he finally reaches your mouth. He places his mouth against yours, the ice quickly melting between your connected lips. When it finally melts, he deepens the kiss. Sliding his cool tongue inside your mouth, a delicious shiver runs down your spine as you sigh against his lips. 

“Dabin,” you murmur, pulling him a little closer. 

Drawing back in the slightest, he mumbles against your lips. “Let’s get rid of this too,” are his words as he tugs at the strap of your bra. You arch your back of the cool surface of the counter with just enough space for him to unclasp the lingerie. When your upper half is finally fully exposed, Dabin takes a moment to fully admire the curves of your breasts. You immediately flush under his gaze.

“I know I say this all the time, but baby,” he pauses to kiss your lips. “You are just so beautiful,” he smiles, his eyes glistening with desire but also so much admiration. You smile shyly up at him, always becoming bashful when he randomly compliments you. 

“Mm,” he hums against your skin as he starts kissing down the column of your neck. “I really don’t think you know just how beautiful and incredibly sexy you are,” he continues, his words tickling the skin on your neck. His lips continue to roam your body, often stopping to leave his mark. Then finally, he reaches the swell of your breasts. (And you’re not sure when he found the time to grab another ice cube,) But you’re pleasantly surprised when you feel the cold sensation of a new cube circling your sensitive nipple. You shiver at the feeling, a breathy moan escaping your parted lips. 

Dabin chuckles against the sensitive bud, the vibration eliciting yet another moan. “That’s right baby, I wanna hear you.” 

Dabin continues to work you over, oh so slowly. The combination of the cold ice cubes and the warmth of his mouth making the perfect combination; a mix that has you squirming and continually breathing out his name. 

Eventually, you two end up sprawled on the floor of the living room, your body pressed beneath Dabin’s body as he fucks you into the cool wooden flooring. Your hands grip onto his back, occasionally slipping because of the sweat forming there. “I-I’m so close,” you pant. 

“Good, baby,” Dabin grunts between thrusts. “C’mon. Cum for me.” 

His hips start to snap into yours a little harder, and you can feel the muscles in your stomach begin to uncoil - your orgasm so close. “More,” you whine. At your plea, Dabin pushes a little deeper, and he immediately hits your sweet spot. And then - finally - your orgasm crashes through your body with a loud cry. Dabin continues to move inside of you, chasing his release, until he finally cums too with a throaty grunt. He carefully pulls out of you and lays beside you as you both lay panting on the living room floor. 

As you finally come to, you turn your head to find your boyfriend already looking at you. “You know,” you start.

“Hm,” he inquires with a raise of his eyebrows. 

You look at him with a pout. “You said you’d cool me down, but I’m even more sweaty than before.”

“Aw, you poor baby,” he coos. “You didn’t seem to mind a few minutes ago,” he teases. 

We settled in front of our wheels after donning our aprons. The instructor gave us a brief demonstration, her hands moving skillfully to shape the clay. I watched, captivated by the transformation from a lump of clay to a lovely, delicate pot.

“Ready to give it a try?’’ Christian asked, his voice brimming with excitement.

I nodded, putting my hands on the wet clay. As the wheel began turning, Christian sat close to me, his hands cautiously working on his piece. We exchanged glances and laughed silently.

From the get-go, my attempts were awkward, the clay wobbled and collapsed under my touch. Christian chuckled next to me, his laugh a comforting sound. He was also struggling, his pot looking more like a bowl than a pot, but he was having fun and that's all that mattered.

He came closer and said, “Let me help you.” his hands covered mine, guiding my movement. Together, we coaxed the clay into a steadier structure, our hands working in a state of harmony.

The feeling of his hands over mine, strong yet gentle, sent a thrill through me. We were shaping the clay, and as it were, molding a piece of our relationship. The wheel spun smoothly, and the clay began to respond to our touch, rising and forming a simple but elegant shape.

“You're a natural,” Christian teased, his breath warm against my cheek.

“Only because you're helping me,” I replied, leaning into him.

As the instructor strolled by, she gestured approvingly at our progress. “You two make a great team,” She remarked.

Christian grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “We do, don't we?”

We worked on our pieces for a while longer, lost in the rhythmic motion and the tactile pleasure of the clay under our hands. Eventually, we both had something resembling pots, albeit a bit wobbly and imperfect.

“Not bad for our first try,” Christian said, inspecting his creation with a critical eye.

“I think they’re perfect,” I said softly, admiring the unique quirks of our pieces. “Very much like us.”

Christian gave me a tender look as he turned to face me. “I liked that. Imperfectly perfect.”

We carefully placed our pots on the drying racks, our hands canvassed in clay but our hearts full of warmth. The instructor offered to fire them for us, and we thanked her, already looking forward to seeing the finished products.

As we cleaned up, Christian reached out and took my hand, his fingers intertwined with mine. “I’m grateful that you’ve agreed to join me today,” he said, his voice earnest. “This was… special.”

I squeezed his hand, having a flood of affection toward this man who always found new ways to make our time meaningful. “It was perfect. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”