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aaa pls make another dpr live x reader work:(( the dabin drought is real 😭 anything would be fine !! preferably sth romantic:)) smut is fine too >:)
Hmmm I'm very much feeling Dabin-y tonight. Let's do this. (I'll do fluff with slight suggestive, just to tease a bit hehe)
(A/N: Very side note but this day was the first and only time i got to see him and my supervisor let me go backstage with him, CL (LOML) was performing, then right after they did no blueberries, him and the whole DPR crew walked past and I was staring, i think REM said something to him bc after he said something, Dabin started looking at me and I turned away bc anxiety. Then when he looked away I looked at him again. I lost my glasses in the process but it was worth it. Sorry for this long note;-;)
Warnings: gn!reader, slightly suggestive
The heat from his body transferred to you as he lay across your lap. It was already a blistering hot day and the addition of Dabin being randomly clingy didn't help the perspiration. He was set in wanting to cuddle despite the conditions, so you lay beneath him, stroking his hair. Light snores left his mouth, letting you know he was actually taking a nap. This was his favorite way to spend time with you and his favorite way to go to sleep. But his paradise was slightly disturbed when the doorbell rang. "Bin" You shook him softly. His groan was long and deep. "Dabin, the food you ordered is here." The emphasis on 'you ordered' convinced him to actually get up. When he opened the door, he received the food and tipped the delivery person very generously. He already knew that you would be sitting and waiting to eat the food with him and concluded on sitting next to you, setting up everything for you both. "What do you wanna try first?" He asked stroking your cheek with his thumb. Your cheeks blushed deeply before showing him which dish you wanted to start with. Happily, he began to feed you before feeding himself. "Mmmm what about this one?" You asked and picked up your utensils to feed him now. Not too long after the food entered his mouth, he hummed in approval and nodded his head. "Which one should we taste next?" You asked genuinely. "Not sure but I know what I want to taste," Dabin says and begins kissing on your neck. "Baby it's hot." You couldn't help but complain. "Maybe this will cool you off." He hints before getting up and going to the kitchen. When he returned there was an ice cube resting between his lips. Why did he have this much energy freshly waking up?
kiss me ✿ dpr live (dabin) x female reader
warnings -> none
synopsis -> two drunk friends share a kiss
fluff ofc <3 and smut kinda lol
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It wasn’t uncommon that you found yourself lounging on Dabin’s couch waiting for him to return after you came over to feed his dogs. You even cleaned up the area a bit for him and did his laundry. He was a busy man and you were a girl with a big savings account and a lot of free time.
You would say you did it for him because you were a good friend, but the truth is that you were undoubtedly in love with the rapper and it killed you to see him overworked and exhausted.
You knew he wouldn’t stay too late at the studio if you were waiting for him, especially if you had alcohol with you.
He had a long day of interviews before he went to the studio, so you made sure to buy the best of the best.
You were already quite tipsy once Dabin walked through the door. He didn’t say a word, he simply walked over to where you sat on the couch and took the bottle of tequila right out of your hand.
He takes a big gulp, slamming it down on the table and throwing himself on you; head on your chest and body rested between your legs.
Normally this would never effect you, but due to your slight intoxication, your heart was racing a mile a minute and you knew he could feel it.
“Long day?” you ask, brushing through his long hair with your fingers.
You feel your cheeks warm up once he lifts his head to take another big gulp from the bottle. “Very.”
Dabin’s a lightweight and you started drinking before him so it doesn’t take long before the two of you are giggling and slurring through your conversation.
By now you’re in the hot tub on the roof of his apartment building. Youre almost completely submerged, only your head sticking out of the water. You have your eyes closed, enjoying the warmth resonating inside and out of your body.
But a flash causes you to open your eyes. Dabin sits across from you with his phone up, giggling. “You look so cute,” He grins.
You don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the way his bare torso glistens in the moonlight but you feel overly bold and confident after his sentence. You sit up out of the water and make your way to sit next to him, body exposed with a black bikini covering the goods.
“You’re cute.” You respond, finding yourself grinning at him as he covers his cheeks to hide his blush.
“y/n stop it you’re making me nervous.” he giggles, eyes widening as you look up at him through your lashes.
Dabin lets out a cute scream, grabbing your face between his hands and squishing your cheeks together. “No!” You both giggle, your hands grabbing around his wrists.
Your eyes meet and it’s as if the world stops. Dabin looks at you; red cheeks, hair sticking to his forehead, a cute side smile on his face. It’s as if you’re the only girl in the world to him.
His thumb grazes over your bottom lip, eyes flickering down to the action. You catch him taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he does this. “Soft,” his eyes meet yours again.
“I want to kiss you really badly.” You see his chest rise and fall rapidly.
“Then kiss me.”
He pulls your face closer to his, lips hovering over yours. You feel his breath dust across your face, the smell of tequila and pineapple filling your nostrils. He gives you a soft peck, lips barely touching yours. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I love you.”
Before you can respond he kisses you fully, your heart practically beating out of your chest. His hands move from your cheeks, caressing your curves. They rest on your thighs under the water. You feel him squeeze them. Your own hands slide up his bare chest, wrapping around his neck. He grips your thighs, earning a gasp from you. His tongue enters your mouth, a groan rumbling in his throat.
You feel your body become hotter, everywhere he touches feeling as if it’s on fire.
Dabin pulls away momentarily to position his hands on your bottom and pull you onto his lap so you’re straddling him. The warm water splashes against your skin as he captures your lips once more. His hands massage your bottom, pulling you as close as physically possible as he trails kisses down your neck, holding you up to place them on your chest and between your breasts. He gently sucks on the exposed skin of your chest, groaning into his kisses.
“D-Dabin?” you gasp. Your head is spinning, you feel as if you’re dreaming. This is everything you’ve ever imagined and more.
“Yes baby,” He looks up at you after placing one last kiss where he left his marks.
“Are you doing this just because your drunk?” You don’t want to cry, but you’re afraid he’s just drunk and in need of a release.
“Yes, tequila gave me the courage to finally do this.” He laughs, kissing up your neck again and sighing into your skin.
As much as you’re enjoying yourself, you’d rather do this when you’re both sober. You hate drunk sex, you never remember a thing the next day, and you’re going to want to remember this moment forever.
“Do you want to do this later?” Despite being drunk, he notices your mood change, immediately moving his hands from your ass to wrap his arms around your waist.
You nod, watching as he gives you his signature side smile. “Let’s go inside then love,”
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Dabin laid with his head on your lap, eyes barely open as you played with his locks. “Did you say you loved me in the hot tub?”
“Hm?” He rolls over on his back to look up at you. “I did.”
“Why?” He laughs, sitting up and shaking his head at you.
“Oh my precious y/n, always so oblivious. I’ve been in love with you since we first ever met.” Your eyes widen, jaw slack. “Mhm, yea. But you’re just dumb. I had a feeling you liked me but being your friend is also nice so I wasn’t rushing but I was also afraid you wouldn’t want to be anything more.” he adds with a laugh, resting his hand above your knee.
“I love you too Dabin,” he giggles, grabbing you and throwing his body back so you both fall together. “Awe so cute.” He peppers kisses across your face as he holds you where you fell beside him.
You spend some time cuddling on the couch, falling asleep in each others arms with the tv on max volume. At some point, Dabin wakes up and carries you to his bedroom where he holds you tight against his chest, praying he never loses you.
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literally one person said i should write more for baby dpr so here i am. anyway i love him qnd i’m going to cry mtself to sleep now bye.
Action! (AMBW)
Genre [Rating]: Angsty-Fluff (T)
Pairing: Hong Dabin (DPR Live) x Reader
Summary: Dabin decides to write you a song to remind you how beautiful you are to him
Triggers: Anxiety, Panic attacks, low self-confidence, low self-esteem
Adlibs ✿ dpr live (dabin) x female reader
warnings -> none
synopsis -> you visit dabin during a late night studio sesh.
fluff :p
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1:34 am
You glanced at the time on your phone, closing your book. You had been waiting for a text or call from your boyfriend who was working away at his studio. You were supposed to go to his apartment after his session but your boredom has made you quite restless. You decide to just surprise him at his studio.
You quickly get up and put your jeans back on, gathering your things together before making your way out the front door of your own apartment. You hummed happily, excited to see the light of your life. No one would’ve ever expected you both to be together, even his label mates felt the same, but they loved you more than anything. You were a pretty bold person, weren’t afraid to speak your mind. A lot of people labeled you as a bitch. You had a harsh exterior, but inside you held the warmest and kindest soul. But Dabin loved that about you, he called you his little guard dog.
You made your way into the DPR building, smiling at the receptionist who waves at you. “Oh hi y/n, nice to see you again.” she says, watching you lean against the counter to have a chat with her.
“He hasn’t ordered any food today,” She tells you after you both catch up about her family. You sigh and roll your eyes in annoyance. “He’s never gonna learn, I’ll go yell at him.” You laugh, quickly pulling your phone out to order him, you, and Christian food, knowing theyre together in Dabin’s studio.
You wave goodbye to the receptionist and make your way down the hall towards his studio. You knock softly before entering, eyes meeting with Christian who lounges on the couch. “hey y/n!” he greets you casually in english, standing up to give you a quick side hug.
“You just missed him, he just went to the bathroom.” he says, taking his seat back on the couch and playing on his phone.
You sit down in Dabin’s chair, looking at all the different buttons and knobs on the sound board. “How’s it coming along?” you question the tall Australian.
It’s very rare that you talk to them about their work, you tend to just sit quietly and listen or sleep on the couch to not disturb them. And you refuse to talk about work with Dabin when he’s home so he can relax.
“It’s coming, I think we got a few more tracks.” Christian answers, stretching his body. “I’m actually about to leave though, we just finished the song.” He adds, looking up at you from his phone.
“Well you better wait for food, I already ordered.” You look at him knowingly, laughing when he immediately looks away from you. The amount of times you’ve scolded them for forgetting to eat has been one too many and he’s well aware.
“Oh baby when you’d get here?” You spin around in your chair to see Dabin stepping in the room, the door shutting behind him.
“How come you haven’t ate yet?” You ask, standing up to meet him for a hug. He lets out a noise that’s a mix of a groan and a chuckle. “I set alarms on your phone to remind you to eat, maybe listen to them before I force you to start taking the meal replacement shakes again.”
Dabin just nods and gives you a quick kiss before stealing his seat back. “She already ordered us food, we’re lucky.” Christian tells him, sitting up so you can kick your feet up on the couch after sitting in the other rollie chair.
The three of you conversate for a while until the delivery man knocks on the door with the food you ordered. You quickly grab it and begin opening the bags for them. “It’s the only place that delivers late,” You tell them, hoping they enjoy the burgers and fries.
“Anything paid by you is amazing baby don’t worry,” Dabin laughs, nudging your cheek with his knuckle before digging into his meal.
Once finished, Christian gets ready to leave. “Don’t forget to ask her about the thing,” He says to Dabin before waving to you both and leaving the room.
“What thing?” You ponder, returning your attention to Dabin.
“I want you to do some adlibs on this song for me,” He says casually, spinning in his chair to play the song for you. The low fi beat plays from the speakers, your body moving to the rhythm instinctively. “Christian and I thought it needed something so I figured it was you.”
“What do you even want me to do?” You ask. He shrugs, resting his hands above your knees and leaning in close to give you a gentle kiss. Once he pulls away he gives your thighs a squeeze and leans back in his chair.
“I don’t know just go in the booth.” He smiles at you, waving his hand towards said room.
You’ve played around in there with him a few times before so it wasn’t anything foreign to you. You put the head phones on, standing in front of the mic that drops from the ceiling. “Dabin what do I do?” You laugh nervously, looking at him through the window.
“I don’t know baby, just say something to me.” He coos through, removing his hand from the button and playing the music for you to listen to.
“Baby what do I do? I don’t wanna fuck this up,” The beat drops as you laugh and look at Dabin as he jams out to the song.
It stops and he you watch him mess with the computer before the song plays again. This time you hear yourself in the intro of the song. He overlaid your giggles with you talking to him with an echo effect, the beat dropping and your laughter fading out before you hear Dabin’s rap start. He somehow made that alone sound amazing.
“You voice is like music to my ears baby!” Dabin squeals like a little girl, pausing the song and waving for you to come back out. “I knew you’d say the perfect thing for it, the song is about wanting to do the right thing to not fuck up the relationship.” He informs you, typing some things on the computer before closing it.
“Wanna make a song together?” He says, grinning at you from ear to ear.
He loves sharing his passion for music with you. He’s always singing and rapping to you. Music is always playing when you both are together, almost like your life is one big love song music video. Your relationship never went down hill after the honey moon phase. You’re both extremely happy to be together, an argument is rare and if one does spark up its quickly put out by you both not wanting to argue with one another. Life is easy when you’re together, everything just flows.
“But I’m not that good at singing,” You frown, absently playing with the strings on your hoody.
“It doesn’t matter, it’s just for fun.” He laughs, opening something on his laptop.
“Okay let’s do it,”
So you both spent three hours rapping and singing about the most random things on a simple beat he had made. There was probably more laughter in the recording than actual good verses. You both laugh until your stomachs hurt while listening to the finished piece.
“This is going on my album.” Dabin says once the song finishes, pulling you to lay on the couch with him. He lays with his back against the arm rest while you crawl between his legs and lay your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Your adlibs sounded really good on the song, thank you.” Dabin says, his fingers making a mess of your hair while he smiles down at you. “You did all the work, I didn’t even try.” You laugh, closing your eyes and listening to his heartbeat against your ear.
“You never need to try, youre just good at everything,” You smile into his chest, sliding your hands under his hoodie to rest against his warm back.
“Oh youre also gonna be in my music video,” He says after a few moments of silence.
“No sorry, i’ve already given my piece of perfection.” You joke, feeling a chuckle rumble in his chest.
“Well give me a little more baby,”
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first time writing for dpr live,, i hope you enjoyed immgoing to try and write more for him <3
dpr live masterlist <3
scenarios
adlibs -> you visit dabin during a late night studio sesh. (fluff)
kiss me -> two drunk friends share a kiss
guysss i wrote some kind of fanfic with dabin aka dpr live
the thing is, i have stuff written for like... 3 chapters? and i'm not sure whether anyone would even want to read it soo tell me what you think, thank you❤
