request: can you do blackpink, light fluffy stuff, BDSM, sub!idol.
pairings: blackpink x reader
genre: sub!idol, BDSM, fluffy smut
warnings: masturbation, playful female JOI
rosé
“Oh my gosh. I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Rosé said, looking astonished at both you and herself.
“I’m not making you do anything,” you said. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”
“But you asked me to!” Rosé whined. “You know I like to do what you ask.”
“Well,” you said with a grin. “Then let’s see it.”
Rosé was totally naked in your bedroom, standing in front of you, looking like a goddess. An embarrassed goddess. An embarrassed goddess who couldn’t believe what she was about to do.
“You’re so mean,” she said, but it was obvious she didn’t mean it. “I hope you like the show.”
And then she turned around and bent over, giving you a perfect view of her tight, perky butt. She was spread far enough that you could see the gentle pink folds of her pussy, too. Which was exactly what you wanted.
“Mmm,” you said appreciatively, taking in the view.
She whimpered your name.
“But I didn’t just ask for a nice view,” you said. “I want to see you touch yourself.”
She moaned and reached a hand down tentatively.
“Don’t be shy,” you teased her. “Show me what you can do. Show me how dirty you can be.”
She started to rub her clit, still bent over, still completely exposed to you. You knew very well that it wasn’t going to take her long to finish like this. She pretended to be all innocent, but the truth in the bedroom was very different. Rosé liked to put on a show for you.
“Do you like that?” she asked as her hand began to move a little faster. You could feel yourself getting more and more turned on, and your own hand was between your legs, starting to play with yourself as you watched.
“You know I do,” you said. “But you know what I would like more?”
“What?” she asked, her hand still moving, her perfectly toned legs still spread.
“If you asked me for permission,” you answered, your tone devilish.
“Permission!” she practically squeaked and her hand stopped. “Permission for what?”
“Permission to keep touching yourself. And then, if I’m feeling nice, permission to cum.”
Rosé straightened up and turned to look at you. “You’re so mean!”
You patted the bed next to you. “That’s not what I would say if I was in your position. Come here.”
She crawled up on the bed and sat next to you, her legs tucked underneath her, hiding her nakedness. You shook your head. “No, not like that. Good girls keep them spread. Let me see.”
Rosé moaned and spread her legs again, revealing just how wet she was for you. She was practically dripping onto the bed.
“Now I want you to start again,” you said. “But ask for permission. And look at me the whole time.”
She nodded, her eyes wide.
“Oh, and one more thing,” you added. “Spread your legs. As wide as they can go. I want to see everything.”
She blushed furiously, but she didn’t argue as she opened her legs, revealing her smooth, perfect skin. “Please?” she whispered.
“Please what? I can’t hear you.”
“Please can I touch…”
“Touch what?” You knew you were driving her crazy.
“Please! Can I touch my pussy!”
You grinned. “As long as I can watch.”
It didn’t take long. She did exactly as you asked, her eyes on you the whole time. You could tell that there were a few moments where she wanted to close them because of the pleasure, but she struggled through and managed to keep them open. You were proud of her. Her eyes were so beautiful, and she knew how you felt about them. She did it for you.
“Please!” she finally gasped, this time not holding back. “Please can I cum?”
You placed a gentle hand on her thigh. “Cum for me, baby. Cum hard. Cum while you’re looking at me.”
She nodded and her hand moved faster than ever. You felt her thigh muscles tense up and you saw her toes curl as the orgasm began to hit her. “I’m—I’m c—”
“I know, baby,” you said as you watched her. “Let it all out for me.”
She gasped and began to close her eyes as the pleasure rolled over her.
You reached out and took her chin in your hand. “No, look at me.”
She looked at you as the orgasm struck her. “Oh, oh, yes!” she moaned. It lasted a few more moments before she sagged forward to you. You reached out and caught her, then gently helped her lay back onto the bed.
“See?” you said. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“You’re so dirty,” she whispered jokingly, her voice exhausted from what she had just done.
“Sometimes I just like a show,” you told her, giving her small kiss.
She sighed happily. “You’re lucky that I like to put on one then, aren’t you?”
The Jealousy Playlist: The Only Famous Nick Jonas' Song.
Pairing: BLACKPINK Rosé x gn!reader.
Word Count: 1.6k
Genre: Fluff, a little bit of Angst (not really)
TW: Cursing.
You loved accompanying your girlfriend when she had to rehearse. There was something that fascinated you about watching her get ready to do what she loved most.
Some time after the release of On The Ground, Rosé had finally had the chance to start preparing a mini album as a solo artist. Almost everything was ready, so the practices for the choreography had started two weeks ago.
Today you finally had some time to go with your girlfriend to see the rehearsal. You were really excited before you arrived.
Not anymore.
You had always seen the Kwon twins in passing. It's impossible for them not to catch your eye, not only are they identical, but also, and you hate to say this,
they're attractive.
And you hate to admit that they are attractive because Deukie was definitely flirting with your girlfriend.
Or maybe it was just a delusion of yours.
He really had just tied her sneaker laces.
But somewhere in the world that must be like proposing to her.
Right?
It should be you the one to tie your girlfriend's shoelaces.
You're not a jealous person, not really. You would never forbid your girlfriend to hang out with her friends or would you check her phone, or other things alike. But there are times, very specific times, where you have jealous outbursts with very particular people.
This was one of them.
Now that your head had decided that the dancer was interested in your girl, everything he did looked suspicious.
But even worse,
you began to see everything Chaeyoung did as suspicious.
Something about how she looked at him when she paid attention to him as he explained the choreography, or how she laughed at all his jokes, even how they touched each other in the parts of the choreography in which they danced together.
You were fighting with yourself to get all those ideas out of your head, but every time you calmed down, you saw something else that made you uneasy.
But when practice ended and they hugged.
There you lost your composure, there you stopped being classy.
Your girlfriend approached you, with open arms, ready to receive the warmth of your body and lots of affection, but you only returned the hug unwillingly and walked out of the room without saying anything. She quickly grabbed all her things and ran to follow you.
"Are you okay?" She asked once already walking beside you.
"Sure." You said dryly, without even looking at her.
The whole way to her apartment was silent, inside that car there was so much tension you could cut it with a knife. When you arrived, she got out, expecting you to go in with her, but you just said you wanted to go home and then said goodbye.
All the rest of the day and the next you didn't talk to her, didn't answer her texts or calls. To the point where she had to show up at your house to force a response out of you.
"What are you doing here?" You had no emotion in your words, just some frustration.
"I came to talk to you so we can sort out whatever is going through your head in an adult way," she walked into your apartment even though you didn't get away from the door, walking past you "because last time I checked, we're both closer to 30 than to 20, so we're not teenagers anymore so you can get mad at me and decide to ignore me as a solution." You turned to look at her, she was standing with her arms crossed.
"I just don't want to talk to you."
"Why? What's your logic behind that? If you ignore me and don't communicate what's bothering you, how am I supposed to know how to fix it? And if I can't fix it, how are you going to stop being upset?" You could tell she was upset as she spoke fast and her voice sounded annoyed.
"I have no idea."
"Fuck! What's wrong with you!?" She yelled, completely stressed out.
"Don't yell at me, Chaeyoung." You closed the door behind you, which was still open until that, and approached her.
"How do you want me to react!? If you're acting so annoying. I just want us to be fine!"
"Then you shouldn't be fooling around with other people!" You lashed out, losing your patience.
"What are you talking about?" she calmed down a bit, her tone returning to normal, looking at you in confusion.
"That fucking Deukie and the fucking way you act around him." You let out angrily.
"Wait, you're jealous of Deukie?" you faced her and nodded your head "Ew..." she complained in disgust.
"What do you mean 'Ew'? If when you were rehearsing you had no problem touching him."
"It's part of the choreography."
"And the hug at the end when you said goodbye?"
"What hug? I don't even remember, y/n, I hug everyone when I say goodbye to them!" She defended herself.
You didn't say anything, you just stood there, thinking. But in her you could tell that progressively, as she analyzed your behavior in her head, the rage grew more and more.
"God, y/n, you ignored me for two days because of a fantasy of yours?" She questioned when she finally got it all straight.
"What do you want me to do, watch you while someone else flirts with you?" You reproached.
"No one was flirting with me!" She exalted again "You know what, y/n? Talk to me when you come to your senses."
She brought her hands to her face, rubbing her eyes and then her temples from the stress, then headed for the door and left.
The first day you didn't talk, you were fine, angry, but fine. You didn't think Chaeyoung would last long without speaking to you.
Now, as the days went by, you were progressively starting to go crazy. Usually you can't be more than twenty minutes away from her and now you hadn't spoken to each other for almost a week. But your pride was bigger.
If you talked to her, you had to apologize.
And you weren't going to apologize.
It was already ridiculous, though, that you wouldn't talk to each other. She had to travel for the first concert of the Born Pink tour tomorrow. Which meant that if you didn't patch things up today, she would leave, for a year, angry. Not that you couldn't work things out ever again, but who knows how long you wouldn't be able to see her and the last time you would have spent together before she leaves would be arguing.
But even that didn't make you talk to her.
Idiot.
Rosé traveled, without talking to you first, not even a message. You didn't get to see her in person and have a nice goodbye moment before she left.
Now you were sad, lying in your bed, as you had been for the four days since your girlfriend went away.
Still not texting her.
Idiot.
Tomorrow is the first concert of the tour and you knew that was going to tear you apart. Seeing pictures and videos of her on stage, possibly cheerful and energetic, and not being able to call her to congratulate her afterwards.
Well, yes you can, but she sure as hell won't answer.
You couldn't help it and burst into tears, sinking your face against your pillow, letting all the anger you had built up towards yourself come out.
You really can't go that long without Chaeyoung.
You picked up your phone, still crying, and dialed her number, hit call and waited.
A phone ringtone started ringing behind you and you turned abruptly to see the door of your room. There she was, smiling, holding her phone and looking at you.
"You look pathetic right now." She spoke.
Her voice, you missed her voice so much. Never, since you met her, had you gone so long without hearing her voice. It was like filling your body with honey, with ecstasy, hearing her speak for the first time after two weeks.
You got out of bed fast and ran to her, catching her in a tight embrace and crying even harder.
"My love, I'm sorry, I should have called you before, I should have apologized for reacting like that." You pulled away from her so you could look at her face "You're right, it was all a fantasy of mine, I acted immaturely for something I imagined," you took her face in your hands "sorry, sorry, I never want to be away from you again."
"It's okay baby, calm down." She brought a hand to the back of your head, playing with your hair, trying to calm you "I shouldn't have reacted the way I did either, I should have tried to stop you from feeling insecure."
"No, no, you had nothing to do with it, it was my fault..."
"Oh, of course it was, it was definitely your fault," she interrupted you "but I did one or two things wrong too." She admitted.
"I love you, I'm so sorry." You pressed your forehead to hers "I'm so, so sorry." You said again
"I love you too."
"What are you doing here?" you asked after a moment in silence.
"I couldn't perform in the state I was in," she explained "anxious and sad because I missed you and needed to know we're okay," she continued "so the girls told me to come and talk to you. I'll be back tomorrow before the concert." She finished.
You nodded your head and hugged her again, even more tightly and affectionately than before. You were grateful that she came back to talk to you, to work things out. You would never make the mistake of letting her go again as long as you were fighting.
hi can i request a rosé x reader scenario where they like each other but never confess to the other, and one day someone else is interested in reader. some angst (not too much) and a fluffy ending ? also Idol!AU ? whatever you want tbh
Never Said... - BLACKPINK Rosé - GN! Idol! Reader
Angst/Fluff
My first request in Tumblr, I'm so so happy!
Did my best with this one, I hope you enjoy it
Who would have thought that the overwhelming happiness she felt just by being near you would actually prevent her from fulfilling her wishes?
Roseanne doesn´t remember when all this dance of emotions started, but she knew that the reason behind it was you.
Never in her life had she expected to fall in love with someone this fast this intense, but you came into her life and all of a sudden it happened. A smile was all she needed from you for her to know she was interested in you, and a couple of unexpected meetings in the backstages of some events were enough for her to develop something for you. Now, a year from that first smile has passed and things have changed a little bit.
No longer were the two of you happy strangers, but somewhat friends, much to her dread. It was becoming difficult to keep a straight face when you were in stage, or when you passed by her when the both of you were in camera, all because she didn’t want anything to ruin her chances with you. She didn’t even make any advance towards you, too afraid of a heartbreak.
But the feeling she got whenever she saw you was so intense that her heart could break out of simple attraction towards you. You were like a magnet to her, her perfect temptation, the one that was in her head when she wrote love songs, her inspiration, her-
“You did good today (Y/N)”
Why was Sana there? That close to you? Her eyes burning into yours as you smiled with your back on the wall.
Why was she holding your arm? Why was she smiling at you like that?
Why were you just openly receiving all that flirting and compliments like nothing?
Roseanne wanted to be the one in Sana´s place, as she always was. A show had just ended and you completely dominated it, Roseanne wanted to compliment you, to tell you how good you were as the both of you smiled for each other; only there could Roseanne have a small portion of what she actually wanted.
She wanted to step towards you and get between the two of you, but she couldn’t…
The same knot she felt when she thought about making any advance was making its presence now. As if a dozen hands were holding her back.
She must has looked a little bit creepy, just watching the two of you there for about a dozen seconds before Sana would finally step away from you and go back with her own members, but even then, she was trapped in her own mind.
“Rosie…?” You called for her as you saw her some meters away from you in the hallway. “Are you there?” You got off the wall and waved at her, seeing how she was still staring at you. “Roseanne Park!”
Finally, you could help her escape from her own thoughts as she jumped a little bit at your voice. She smiled nervously at you and stepped towards you.
“(Y/N), you need to change your clothes” But your manager came from behind you. “Come on, the CEO wants to congratulate you, you did great!” That was when your manager noticed Roseanne some steps away from you. “I’m sorry to interrupt, it is kind of urgent”
“Don’t worry” Roseanne waved her hand at your manager and then looked at you. “We can talk another time”
“Of course” You warmly answered. “See you another time” You turned around and went towards your dressing room, leaving your manager and Roseanne alone in the hall.
“I know when something’s up, you know?” Your manager´s words took Roseanne by surprise. “(Y/N)’s going to have some free days after this, I´m sure I you can spend some time alone, you have exchanged numbers, right?” Roseanne nodded and your manager smiled. “Good”
And like that, your manager left a shocked Roseanne behind.
-
A week has passed and Roseanne would like nothing more than to say that she actually messaged you, but she couldn’t.
Today, as every day ever since she saw you, she was staring at your contact in her phone. What could she even say to you? You both weren’t even that close, why would you choose to risk being photographed with her on the street?
She sighed, She’ll surrender again, maybe tomorrow will be the day.
Trying to get distracted, she opened her Instagram and scrolled down some posts from her friends, commenting on a few and reading positive comments from her own posts. It worked every time she wanted to get her mind off this kind of things, except this time.
This time she saw a post she didn’t like, one from Sana, from apparently a coffee shop and the words that accompanied it made it worse: “What a lovely day” with heart emojis. The thing is, it wasn’t a selfie, but someone else took the photo. Inevitably, her mind started to drift towards situations she didn’t want to be in.
What if the one who took the photo was you? What if Sana had actually invited you on a date? What if her own fears had just prevented her from being happy?
She lost you, didn’t she?
-
Her eyes opened abruptly as her ringtone echoed through her apartment. Apparently, she had fallen asleep while trying to put her mind at ease. Maybe it was a dream.
She sat up on her couch and looked at her phone beside her, your name showing on the screen. As fast as her sleepy body let her, she grabbed her phone and answered your call.
“Hello” She said, trying to be as normal as possible.
“Rosie…” Roseanee stayed quiet, wanting you to continue. “…I was wondering if you would like to meet up”
“Yes!” Rosé accidentally exclaimed. “Of course, do you want to come over?”
“I’d like that” Just as you answered, she had just processed what she just suggested, opening her eyes up like plates. “Could you send me your address?”
“I’ll send it to you”
“Thank you, see you later”
She just hummed as an answered before you hung up. She just invited you to her place. The reality of the situation hit her as she sends you the address.
Slowly, she looked around and while she wasn’t usually a disorganized person, with how her mind has been distracted with you, her apartment wasn’t in optimal conditions.
Some clothes here and there, some glasses on her coffee table and she was sure there were dishes on the sink left to wash. Roseanne bolted up from the couch and started going all around her apartment to clean it. She still needed to dress with something nice and apply some makeup, wait, what would you two even do? She didn’t have much snacks to see a movie, or enough ingredients to make dinner together
Suddenly, her doorbell rang. Almost miraculously, she could complete each thing she had to before you arrived; however, she couldn’t hide her lack of breath, her tensed state and her nervousness when she opened the door and she saw you there, with a cap and a face mask, holding a bag of Italian take out and a bottle of red wine.
“I brought this, I hope it’s okay” You raised your hands and show her the bags, she only nodded. “Great, may I come in?”
“Of course” She stepped to the side and let you in her apartment
“Can I heat this in your kitchen?” Then again, she only nodded.
Her mind couldn’t wrap around the situation, you were here, alone, with her. Roseanne’s eyes couldn’t separate from your figure, even as you were just heating your food, your face mask and cap already place on the counter beside the stove, with your back towards her.
Images of you with Sana came to her mind, her thoughts of earlier invaded her reason. She wished it didn’t come to this, her losing the opportunity to be with you as something more.
She had lost you…
“I like you, you know?”
…She had nothing else to lose.
You tensed at her words, had you heard her right?
“And I know you like someone else, but I just…” Her repressed sob just barely reached your ears, confusing you even more. “…I just had to say it, I’m sorry”
When you turned around and saw her in that state, you understood part of what was happening. She had just confessed to you, she was crying because the thought of you like someone else hurt her deeply.
“Who said I like someone else?” At your question, she looked into your eyes, breaking you because of the expression she wore.
“What about Sana?” You scratched your nape remembering what happened in your free days.
“She asked me on date, but I rejected her” Roseanne’s mind clicked with the realization that her own sadness and impotence led her to connect pieces of evidence she created on her own.
“But you let her flirt with you on the hallway”
“I thought all you will ever see me as was a friend, I just wanted to move on and stop hurting” You looked down, in regret of what you had done, if only you weren’t so blind, so oblivious. “But a close friend of mine knocked some sense into me, that maybe, just maybe, in all of the time I’ve been liking you in secret, you’ve liked me back” You looked into her eyes and saw her shocked expression, processing what you had just said. “If only I knew before, I would have never done that; I’m so sorry”
“So, you do like me back?” She asked, walking closer to you.
“Of course I do” You carefully placed your hand over her cheek and swooned over how she closed her eyes and let herself be loved by you. “How could I not?”
“Then, I’ll accept your apology, as long as you will be mine” She smiled, opening her eyes as she placed her hands carefully at the sides of your neck, with her thumbs caressing your cheeks.
“I accept your deal”
Roseanne was leaning close to you, about to do what she had wanted to do for a long time now, before a certain smell reached her nose. “Is something burning?”
You immediately came back to your senses and turned around to see the black smoke coming out of the pan. “Oh no”
Never said; never felt
You´ll never feel the true nature of your feelings, if you never express them properly
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