#park chaeyoung x fem!reader

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To be Loved

Fluff • Abuse • Smut

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader -> Requested

Word Count: 6885~

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, violence, soft NSFW

Prompt: Soulmate AU with spoice— (reader is shorter than Rosè)

A/N: The long awaited one shot… yeah. I’m on my knees type of sorry for how long this took to get finish. Also, spice starts near the end— SJDHFHDHDJDJ don’t tell me anything about it, just let me fade into existence LOL. It’s not my strong suit, so bear with me. I hope you like some part of it anon! 😭🤞🏽

Soulmates were such a complicated concept. They could be born many years before or after one another; die before meeting; fall in love with someone else— thus breaking their tie; or right out reject their fated pair. They could be halfway across the world, or live in a completely different society than your own.

There were those who didn’t believe in Soulmates, those that thought the system wasn’t fair. But what was fair about fate? It was just a way to bind two people together. Forever. You either got lucky or you didn’t, there’s no in between— soulmates are simply a random occurrence. And the world was too cruel to give everyone the same happiness.

You were one of the few people who didn’t believe in soulmates despite the evidence they were real being all around you. You didn’t believe in the fairytales from poets, the grand, romanticized adventures about those looking for their fated pair, those who traveled across the world, suffered many hardships, and finally, by the wonderful power of destiny, found their other half. 

It was all a joke to you. It was unhealthy, too. Imagine spending almost your whole life wishing upon a dazzling shooting star for a soulmate to take you away from the loneliness and the imaginary scenarios, making them true, only to find out they died or broke the tie. Or to pathetically plead to the otherworldly force that created soulmates each year for someone to save you, to love you, for it to not be answered?

It was your own personal experience— something you believed to be a forever thing.

 It wasn’t.

.

The crescent moon grinned down upon you mockingly, its light illuminating the streets. Everyone seemed to always have a destination in mind, somewhere they knew they had to go. You were always lost.

 A bitter wind nipped at your face and hands, and you pulled your scarf up more.You looked at the heavy brown-paper bag in your hands and sighed, you had to go back home. Those all familiar feelings bubbled up inside of you once again: hopelessness; fear. These feelings made you hurt, they were empty feelings that just seemed to grow bigger everyday, making it harder for you to have control. You clenched your fists to stop the shaking, even dug your nails into your skin. It didn’t help. 

(Even if you did right, you’d still get punished).

That’s how it always started: the trembling. It started from your fingers and made its way through your body till you’re shaking. When you shake you no longer have control of your nerves. If you’ve lost control of your nerves, you get dizzy. Then you’ve lost the ability to breathe properly… and you drown. 

You ripped your gaze away from the bag that held bottles of tequila and champagne and forced your feet to move forward. Though, too caught up in trying to prevent yourself from getting overwhelmed, you failed to notice the wild animal scurrying on the sidewalk in front of you. A shriek left you and the bag in your hands dropped as you jumped out of surprise, its contents smashing and spilling out on the floor and your shoes. The smell is strong, and you wrinkle your nose. 

There goes your chance at having a peaceful night.

You hope they’ve fallen asleep and forgot. When you’re walking up the driveway you saw that the lights were still on. They’ve just forgotten to turn them off. They’re asleep, you told yourself over and over as you're unlocking the door.

They’re not. 

Your mother was still perched on her soulmate’s lap, just as she was when you went out, looking at you expectantly. Your eyes darted to the floor, and a quiet, shaky breath left your lips. 

She noticed your hands are empty and her face falls. You could see the burning color appear on her cheeks— she’s angry now, and in front of her soulmate you’ve embarrassed her? 

“Excuse me,” she murmured as she slid off his lap. She walked past you, heading to the hallway, and even though she doesn’t verbally tell you to follow her or do any type of gesture, you just know to follow her. 

You’re in the hallway, and oh, what a hazardous place to be in. Your eyes darted around the small corridor, taking mental notes of what looked sharp and what could bruise you and what might— “(Y/n).” Her voice was cold and it made you jump, she gave you a what-the-fuck look. “Where are our drinks? Where have you gone to take this long and come back empty handed? Where’s my money? Where has it been spent?” She bombarded you with questions.

“I had them, but…” Should you tell her you were a klutz and dropped it? 

Well, you’re unable to anyways. The moment your mom scrunched her nose up with that glint in her eyes you knew what was coming, yet you weren’t ready for it. It was just so fast. 

A heavy, hard smack collided with your cheek, knocking you off balance to the ground. The trip wasn’t so smooth as your back dug into the sharp dresser edge on the way. You held your cheek, blinking rapidly as pain assaulted your senses. God, your head was spinning, your ears were ringing, and your face burned. You bit your lip to stop any cries. Tears pricked at your eyes and you refused to look at her, your gaze trained to the polished wood boards. 

Your mother has already come up with her scenario, her answer instead of hearing you out. (Not that the outcome would be any different, but maybe less harsh).

“So you decided to drink it yourself, huh?” She scoffed, rubbing at her temples like you were an annoying headache. “I knew I smelt something… You naughty little girl, that was ours!” You still smelt like the alcohol, meaning you must’ve drunk theirs, that’s the only reasonable conclusion, right?

You saw her coming closer to you. She grabbed a handful of your hair and you yelped, forced to stand up. Your legs scrambled for grip underneath you and as soon as it’s gained, it’s lost when your mother’s knuckles collide with your jaw on the same side of the slap. She was not going easy on you, and you deserve it. You deserve this, because this is what you get for not paying attention.

Your vision blurred for a moment and you finally let a cry escape your lips. “Mom!” Your mother rolled her eyes and practically manhandled you to your room, her nails digging into the side of your waist and arm with a bruising grip as she pushed you forward. “Mom! Please stop, it hurts!” 

“Good,” she sneered, fingers digging deeper into your skin. You whimpered in agony. “You had one job…couldn’t even do that.” You’re scared, everything hurts, and you're beginning to tremble again, and this time, maybe you’ll welcome the panic if it’ll give you something else to focus on. 

She pushed you onto your bedroom floor and snorted at your state. “Go to bed. I don’t want to hear anything from you.” Then she slammed the door, the sound ringing in your ears. 

You didn’t have the energy to drag yourself onto your bed, and would rather not risk making things harder for yourself, so you curled up on the ground. The sharp smell of cigarettes lingered in the air, causing your nose to sting, each shallow intake of air more stuttered than the last as you began to weep. The gash on your cheek was painful, and the feeling of a wet sensation let you know that the skin was broken and bleeding. 

You can’t do this anymore. 

You've seen how hard it is for people with mothers and fathers that aren’t soulmates. The judgment, the uncertainty, the hushed whispers. You’ve experienced it first hand. 

Your mom and dad weren’t soulmates, just two people that stopped trying. Ever since your mom found her soulmate (Evan) and broke up with your dad, you were able to see your mom finally in true love, yet your dad was broken. His soulmate, who died before they could meet, awaited him in the afterlife. Not long before they broke up, it was like the Universe decided he had nothing else to live for if not with his soulmate, and he passed. 

Since then, Evan stopped you from finishing your studies to stay home and take care of your mom and the expected baby. The miscarriage was highly unexpected, and you’ve been the punching bag since. Your little brother's death was traumatic for them, and they couldn’t come up with a reason why it had to be that way— so it was pushed onto you. 

It’s your fault, your mom told you; you should’ve taken care of her better, Evan had said, she was too stressed out because of you. You’ll never find your soulmate, they said, creating the first crack. You're unlovable. Useless. Who could ever love you? You’re here because your soulmate left you.

(It was then you realized you couldn’t rely on a soulmate to save you).

With your studies discontinued, your life plans were shattered. You've been forced to live with your mom since your dad died, having no other place to go. You’ve hopped from job to job, saving up money to leave and get back on track, but they take it away from you anyways. You're stuck.

That’s why you decided to run away. 

When Evan and your mom retired to their room, you waited a few hours, then snuck out of your room— for the first time grateful for not having a lock— with a bag packed. You always kept some funds away from your mother, funds she didn’t know about, and today you would use them. The downstairs was quiet, and you made sure to stray away from creaky floorboards. You turned the corner, flinching upon seeing Evan in the kitchen digging through the fridge. You needed to go through the kitchen to get out. His droopy, unkind eyes settled on you. 

“Hey,” he said, frowning as he put his cup down. “Aren’t you supposed to be in your room?”

When he took a step towards you, you bolted, running past him and throwing the door open. A moment later the same door flew open, and you realized he was chasing you. “Hey! Fuck— get back here!”

You ran harder, barely getting air into your lungs as you turned corners and ran through streets, bumping into people. When you no longer heard his voice yelling after you, you switched into a slow jog, then a tired walk. 

You walked a few blocks, then entered a café to rest.

You glanced around the room, noting how cozy it was. It reminded you of how your grandma’s house would have a homey atmosphere; old family photographs hung proudly on the walls, soft music playing from a record player, and the air scented with something that made you warm. There weren't many customers, and you figured it was close to closing. 

You hung your backpack over a chair and sat down, resting your head on the table, taking a much needed break. You would order a drink, but didn’t want to inconvenience the baristas since they were cleaning up. When you felt your eyes closing, you reminded yourself to leave before 

they closed. 

It wasn’t long before you slipped into a nap, the comforting atmosphere lulling you deeper, and ignored the almost overwhelming feeling in your heart. You ignored the tugging sensation on your index finger too.

.

“Excuse me,” a voice whispered, accompanied by a soft tap on your shoulder. When you didn’t respond, she lightly shook your shoulder.

You flinched awake and she furrowed her brows. “Hi, I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to scare you, but it’s closing time and…” She trailed off. 

You couldn’t believe Rosé from Blackpink, global kpop star and ambassador, was in front of you. You took note of the khaki, bear-printed apron she wore along with a name tag,p: the café’s uniform. But more importantly, why was she so much prettier up close? Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, and a couple strands were left out to frame her face. Her eyes were a soft but narrow shape, giving them a natural innocent look, and her nose was perfectly straight and sculpted. The bit of freckles that graced her nose and cheeks made her even more breathtaking.

The ever so reddening of her cheeks let you know that you were staring far too long. 

You quickly stood up and unhooked your backpack from the wooden chair, slinging it over your back. “I’m sorry,” you apologized almost immediately, as if it’s out of habit. Your eyes darted back to the floor, and she felt her heart break. 

Something clearly wasn’t right. 

“I’ll leave now…thank you for waking me up.” Without waiting for her response you started to walk away, unable to endure her curious gaze any longer. Though, a hand wrapping itself around your wrist stops you in your actions, and prompts a quiet gasp to leave your lips. Her touch was electric. You turned back around, trying not to dwell on the warmth encasing your wrist, and faced her. 

Why did she just grab you? She, too, looked shocked. Her cheeks dusted with a light pink as she looked away from you. Did she feel it too? 

Looking down, she noticed the harsh blobs of purple and green peeking out from your hoodie sleeve and her heart jumped for a whole different reason. They were shaped like fingerprints— like someone grabbed you violently. At the realization, she was momentarily rendered speechless. 

She only had one thing on her mind, and it wouldn't be right if she ignored it. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she looked down briefly before looking you straight in the eyes. Her eyes soft with concern, she asked, “Are you okay?” Immediately, you tensed up. You inhaled sharply, attempting to steady yourself by taking deep breaths. “You’re hurt. Who did this to you?” She pressed.

There it was. You could feel tears building at the corners of your eyes, and she definitely noticed. You tried to speak, but your tongue felt too heavy to form coherent words. “I— I’m…” You're fine? You injured yourself?

“Please tell me, I need to know.” Her voice was stern yet laced with a gently concern. You weren’t getting out of this. Her hand loosened its grip, but didn't fully let go. Did she know you would bolt the moment she did?

Your vision started to blur, and you blinked rapidly against the incoming stream of tears. It’s all you can do to keep yourself together. One part of you wanted to tell her, wanted to spill everything, the other held you back and wanted to tell a lie. You shouldn’t burden her. You could take care of yourself. But you couldn’t bring yourself to utter those words.

Noticing your inner turmoil, Rosé backtracked, and apologies were leaving her mouth in a rapid rush. “Sorry, I’m so sorry. That was very rude of me. I’m Chaeyoung. You are?”

You sniffled, feeling slightly overwhelmed. “…(Y/n).”

She smiled lightly. “(Y/n)? Your name is beautiful, I love it. Now… I know I was really forward just now, but I’m worried about you. I can’t just leave this unattended, I— I want to help you…if that’s alright.”

“Help?” You repeated quietly. The word felt foreign on your tongue, even more so hearing it applied to your situation. Usually people looked the other way, not wanting to get involved or merely too scared to. And you’ve gotten so used to it that you felt you weren’t deserving of help. Now, you bitterly wondered why it took so long to come to you, especially in times of need.

“Yes. Do you want my help?” She asked again, softer.

God, yes. Yes, you want help. You could only nod your head, a quiet sob leaving your lips. You hid your face, self-conscious in front of her. Suddenly, you're engulfed in a warmth, such a comforting embrace, and it only makes the tears fall harder. 

“It’ll be okay,” she murmured, letting you cry into her chest. She was taller than you, her chin resting delicately upon the crown of your head. The feeling of being cared for washed over you, easing your stress for a minute, allowing you to take some time to calm down. Her scent filled your lungs, and you could have sworn you smelled a floral mixed with vanilla. 

Once you calmed down enough, you pulled away and managed to whisper a hoarse, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” she replied. “Now, can I know what’s going on in order to help you better?”

After that short moment, you told her - a stranger you surprisingly felt you could trust - everything. You told her about your parents, getting chased as you tried to leave the house, and the origin of the bruises. You kept it brief, however, and once you explained the details of your situation she offered to take you to the hotel she was staying at.

You were hesitant to leave the café, fearing your family was searching the streets for you, she called her manager to get the two of you and you waited inside. While waiting, she asked you a few things about yourself and exchanged some things about her. 

You learned that she had a “complicated" job that left her restless at night, hence why she was helping out at her friend's café. She was humble to a fault, telling you about her friends and how grateful she is to have the opportunities she has now, too. 

It wasn’t long before her manager, a young-looking, friendly woman, greeted you when Chaeyoung opened the car door and the both of you slid in. You’re not good at small talk, but she was a natural at it. It wasn’t long before the conversation flowed freely and you didn’t have to pretend. She made you comfortable.

There was a lull in the air, the only noise being the car’s engine grumbling and the wind whipping by the slightly lowered window. She turned to face you fully, and you shifted in your seat from her gaze. “Do you know who I am?”

You bit your tongue at the question, not expecting it— at least, not this soon. (Was it obvious?) “I do. I mean, I may have seen your face on a few products and billboards.” You pinched at the fabric of your pants, not realizing you were beginning to frown. “Is that okay? I’m not trying to...” Intrude; leach; burden. 

She cut your rambling short with a chuckle. “That’s fine,” she assured. “It doesn’t change anything. I want to do this.” It honestly scared her how much she wanted to help you. 

She has been warned multiple times about “normal people”. 

They’re different, all they see is your fame, you on the stage, what you have and what they don’t. 

She has been used because of her kindness, taken advantage of and lied to. Threatened, even. But somehow she knew you weren’t like them. She was acting on a feeling she couldn’t explain. 

The feeling she has searched for her whole career, perhaps. She pushed the thought to the back of her brain— it was the least of her worries. Now, she needed to make sure you felt safe.

.

You expected she stayed at a quality hotel, but just seeing it— such a large, grandice building, was mind blowing. It was nestled between a street lined with high end brands and local restaurants, drawing eyes. Nonetheless, you didn’t feel any envy towards her. You knew she had worked hard to get to this point in life. 

You followed closely behind Chaeyoung, the guards at their post by the main entrance, intimating you with their blank expressions and bold stances. They gave her a singular nod as she passed, their eyes lingering on you for a few moments with masked confusion. You smiled wryly, imagining how it must look to others, and readjusted the facemask her manager had given you. 

You didn’t want to cause any problems for her.

Chaeyoung was a natural at conversing with people, something you lacked in, greeting the receptionist with a smile and small talk. She had just finished laughing at a joke. “Is there another room available on the same floor as mine?” She asked, glancing at you. You furrowed your brows, confusion reflected in your eyes.

The receptionist clicked around the computer for a moment. “Yes, there is. Are you trying to rent it?”

“I am,” she replied. 

“Okay can you state the guest name and residency? Or are you buying it in your name?”

“In my name—“

“No!” You blurt suddenly, coming closer to the counting. You turned to her, shaking your head. “I can…I can pay for it, Chaeyoung. You’ve already done enough for me. I can’t ask you to do anything more.” There was something in your voice, pleading, which caught her off guard. Why were you so against it? 

She tilted her head quizzically, her lips pursed together. Oh, she would spoil you. She smiled. “No, I can’t let you do that.”

You were flustered, calculating how much she would have to pay: a whole lot. It was definitely pricey for your current funds, but you didn’t care. You didn’t have to stay long… “But it’s only right—-“

”I want to. So please accept, okay?” 

Realizing she wasn’t going to back down, you gave up. (For now). “…You’ll at least let me pay you back after, right?” You really didn’t like owing people.

She pretends to think about it for a moment. “Nope, c’mon.” She grabs the keys from the lady and leads you to the elevator. 

The ride was silent, and Chaeyoung didn’t seem bothered by the lack of interaction. On the other hand, she realized you had a lot going through your mind. That much was obvious from your lack of expression.  

Once she returned to her suite, she would contact Alice or her family for connections to lawyers. Abuse was a touchy subject, getting you to open up would be difficult…

.

The suite was luxurious— spacious and lavishly decorated with high-end furniture, plush carpets, and drapery. The living room was furnished with comfortable sofas, armchairs, and a coffee table. The large windows offered breathtaking views of the surrounding city. Further in, the bedroom featured a king-sized bed with premium linens and soft pillows, and the lighting is carefully curated, creating a warm environment. The bathroom had marble floors and walls, a deep soaking tub, and a separate rainfall shower. 

You re-entered the living space, completely shook. Wasn’t this too much? 

Chaeyoung sat on one of the island chairs, swirling around. “Nice, isn’t it? I recently started booking with this place. They have 24-hour room service and a private chef upon request. There’s also a private lounge, spa, and fitness center— but I hardly have time to use those services anyways...” 

“It’s… definitely nice.” You couldn’t begin to imagine the price for one day— 

“I’m happy you think so, I want you to be comfortable. Are you hungry?” She was already grabbing her phone as she asked, a pamphlet in her hand.

You shook your head, only to be betrayed by your stomach rumbling. She laughed, and the sound made your heart stutter in your chest without warning. She had a cute smile on her face as she beckoned you over. “Not hungry, hm?” She teased. 

“Maybe a little,” You said then, your face heating up slightly due to the embarrassment. She smiled wider, typing in the Suite’s website and clicking on food service. 

“What would you like? This place is really famous for their pastas and stews, but they have almost everything here.” She started listing off items, going from the most popular to the lesser popular dishes (they’re all expensive either way). Halfway through the selections you stopped her, finding a simple meal that was the least expensive yet filling. 

“Can you add the pho and salad to the order? I’m paying for it. You don’t need to spend more than necessary on me.” A stranger.

She frowned at that. “But I’m treating you, still.” 

“I know…but you’ve really done enough for me. I can’t ask for more,” you were adamant. 

“You can,” She emphasized. “In fact, I want you to. And I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I was the one who wanted to bring you here, and I have more money than I know what to do with, so let me pay for your things, please. I want to do this, let me take care of you.” 

You bit into your tongue, mulling over the situation. You knew at this point she wouldn’t let anything go, she’d just insist, and insist, and insist, coaxing you to comply with her lovely smile, and her kind eyes, and her gentle tone that never fails to have you feeling so warm.

“Okay, fine,” You said, and immediately a smile was pulling at her lips, that cheerful mood she had before coming back as soon as it faded. “On one condition: you at least let me pay for the food— yours too.”

“But—”

“I need to do something useful, Chaeyoung. It’s killing me, so just this once, please.”

“Alright,” she reluctantly agreed, almost hesitant to even let you type in your card for the order. “Just this once, and this time only.” 

“Yes, yes, thank you,” You finally smiled. 

The hotel staff didn’t take long preparing your orders, which is likely expected of such a fancy place like this. The servers came in with a trolly and placed the meals on the table. It looked and smelt delicious, and you and Chaeyoung ate right away. 

Sometime while eating, Chaeyoung called for your attention. “Hey, (Y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

You paused, bringing the utensil away from your mouth. You took in a breath, steeling your emotions. “No.” 

She almost choked. “Can I ask why not?”

At that question you became quiet. Even more so than before. Soulmates— there it is again.

Everyone seems to talk about soulmates; finding their perfect someone, and it seems Chaeyoung is one of them. “I don’t.” You answered, smiling wryly. “A long awaited destiny finding your other half? It’s…it’s really nothing but a fairytale.” 

“Oh. Yeah… I guess it’s a little childish.” Once you saw her expression drop more, that look of concern on her face, you glanced away and started stuffing your cheeks with rice again. You shouldn’t feel guilty for opposing the idea— everyone’s entitled to their own options, yet the crestfallen look on her face gave you a pang to your heart. You felt you needed to explain why, and you did. 

“No,I didn’t mean it like that… it’s not childish to believe in. I just— I know they’re real; and it’s great if you find yours and you’re happy,” you began, finding it hard to express yourself. “I just think the system isn’t fair.” What you didn’t say, however, is that sometimes it’s a waste of hoping and dreaming. You’re bound to get tired of it, to give up after a while. And giving up hurts the most, because it means accepting you won’t have that happiness.

“I see,” She murmured, given your response. She smiled again, but you could tell it was lacking. “Well, let’s finish eating. The food is getting cold.“

“Right.” You both ate in silence after that. The mood was heavy, filled with awkwardness, uncertainty, and just— something. You didn’t understand why, however. Why is she so caught up on that rare concept? Why does she care if you believe in it or not? You really couldn’t understand her. 

.

Chaeyoung was standing outside the door, returning to her own suite. “I sent you a text from my real number. If you need anything— don’t hesitate to call me, no matter the time. I’m just down the hallway.”

“Okay,” you nodded. Then she left you alone to your own devices. 

You decided going to sleep would be the best course of action. You avoided checking your phone, worried that even though you’ve turned off your location they’d still find you. 

Just sitting on the king-sized bed made you drowsy, and you were glad Chaeyoung was helping you, because it surely made you feel safer. It wasn’t long before your eyes grew heavy and your breathing evened out, and you were happy to sleep peacefully.

However, it was short lived by rapid-paced banging on the door. Still in the bedroom, you heard the door knob jiggling aggressively, and a few murmured voices. You flinched, immediately reached for your phone to dial a number. It rings twice before she picks up. “Hello? Chaeyoung?” You call anxiously, circling your knees up to your chest as you sit on your bed. 

“Yeah?” She answers lightly, her voice evident of sleep, and as much as you’d hate to rip her from her sleep, even if she said she didn’t mind, but you had a problem. 

“Someone’s—someone’s banging on my door. I don’t know what to do. What if they get inside? What if it’s my mom? What if they hurt me? I tried calling the security but I got no answer. I’m scared.” 

“Okay, okay. Calm down. I’ll be over there right away. Stay in your room for now, okay?” Chaeyoung hurried down the hallway, mindful to not keep you waiting.

In front of your door, a man in a suit slumped against the wall, the hotel staff fussing over him. “Sir, you’re drunk! You’re disturbing our guests, this is not your room. Let us…”

She let out a sigh of relief, knowing the problem wasn’t serious— but still felt tense knowing you weren’t aware of the situation. When the staff got the man off his butt, she knocked on your suite door. “It’s just me. I’m coming in, okay?” With that, she cracked open the door slowly. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw you curled up into a tight ball, crying softly in your bed. Without hesitation, she walked over to the corner of your room where you sat, taking a seat beside you. You leaned back into her arms with a sniffle, looking at her with tears welling up in your eyes. The sight made her want to hold you tighter. “Hey,” she whispered, rubbing your back. “It was just a confused man, he had mistaken the room number.”

“…Really?” You sniffled and pulled away slightly, half-embarrassed you’re relying on her again, half not wanting to leave her arms. She made you feel safe. 

“Yes, the staff took care of it right away. I’m sorry you had to experience that…” She was frowning, frustrated it had to be your room, that you were probably scared out of your sleep because of it, and that it might’ve resurfaced some of your trauma. It pulled on her heartstrings seeing you so shaken up and anxious. 

“Oh,” you nodded, instantly feeling calmer at the news. “That’s good.”

“It is,” she agreed. 

You quietly cleared your throat, realizing the death grip you had on her shirt. Heat spreaded across your nape and face. In front of Chaeyoung, you felt like a middle schooler with a crush all over again. “Thank you,” you mumbled. 

“For what?” She asked. 

You fiddled with your fingers unconsciously, avoiding her soft gaze. Did she truly not know? “For coming here— for everything.” 

Chaeyoung wanted to shake her head and deny it— she did it out of her own violation, afterall, but instead accepted your gratitude. “Of course.”

Something has been on her mind for a while— your presence demanded her full attention; and despite not knowing each other for more than two days, you’ve managed to make her a mess— she felt like she'd do anything for you. 

“What’s that on your finger?” She asked, her voice a low murmur.  It was a red string, tied into a neat little bow, the other linking end tightly wound around her own finger. Her lips parted in shock, realization donning her features. 

“What do you…?” You looked at your finger, only for your words to die in your throat. You stared at the foreign string, heart pounding in your chest and blood rushing in your ears. It couldn’t be.

“You’re my soulmate,” she murmured, sounding so undeniably happy. 

“No…” you whispered, shaking your head. It was useless, though, because the evidence was there. You suddenly felt the need to escape Chaeyoung’s embrace— your soulmates embrace. Before you could attempt to get any farther, another step— there were a pair of arms quickly wrapping around you, pulling you against a familiar chest in a tight, tight, tight embrace. It's warm, unyielding, and you were trapped completely— you couldn't get away even if you fought. "Chaeyoung," you started, sucking in shaky breaths, trying to not get drunk by the close proximity. "Y-You said I'm—I'm yours. Your—soulmate?" You get out, half coherent and half blubbering.

She understood you nonetheless, and hummed in acknowledgment, holding you a little bit tighter. "I did," She confirmed. You hadn't even realized that you’d started crying— but you were, and there are hot tears streaming down your cheeks. They're salty, and they're bitter with disappointment, yet above all they're filled with relief.

You’re soulmates, she said.

The rare, one-time chance concept of being a fated pair— having someone in the world that was meant for you and you alone, your complete significant other, where the world pulled you toward them until that bond is broken by choice. It was a lot to process, and it changed just about everything, but—

“I’m here, and we can take this at whatever pace you want. I know it’s hard, very sudden, but… I want this. I want you, if you're willing to accept me.” 

…. ⚠️

“You look so beautiful tonight,” Chaeyoung told you, following behind you to your shared bedroom, admiring the way your dress hugged your body. It was a black fitted dress that showed off your shoulders and figure. Your hair was tied up loosely with a pink ribbon. 

She changed after the show, wearing something much more comfortable, but still looked amazing. 

You flushed, beginning to take your jewelry off at the vanity.  “That’s the fifth time you’ve told me that,” you said, a smile present on your face. “But thank you, it makes me really happy.  I should say I couldn’t take my eyes off you when you were dancing. It made me….” You trailed off, finding it too bold to confess. Over the course of six months, she’s worked her way into your heart almost effortlessly, supporting and loving you every step of the way. Everyday you're grateful that you were able to meet, even if the way you met wasn’t romantic. 

“Made you what?” Rosie stood behind you and rested her hands on your hips. Unable to help herself, she  bent down to kiss your exposed neck. You closed your eyes, sighing softly as she kissed the side of your throat. “It’s embarrassing,” you muttered, and she sank her teeth into your skin, causing you to gasp. “Ah— Chaeyoung…”

“Tell me, baby.” Her voice held that tone again, the one that had you shivering under her touch, aching for more. 

Knowing you couldn’t convey it through words, you turned around in her arms and wrapped your own around her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as you remembered how she moved to some of their songs’ sensual choreographies and the control she had while doing so. She kissed back, deep and languid. Her palm was hot, sliding over your curves and leaving behind a searing sensation. You broke away from the kiss, your breath coming out ragged as you  looked into her eyes, her pupils dilated. “That’s how you make me feel,” you whispered into the little space between you. 

She responded by pulling you into another heated kiss. The vibrations of your moans against her mouth made her heart hammer in her chest as she began to lift your dress up slightly, wanting to feel your thighs on her hands again. 

Breath hitching roughly in her throat, Chaeyoung felt the tip of your tongue flick at the seam before sliding across its full length. She let you push your tongue past her lips, feeling herself losing herself in the moment, completely surrendering to the sensations coursing through her. (Kissing you seemed to do that to her).

Lips sliding and pressing against each other, tongues touching and tangling, you felt weak in the knees. You squeezed her arm, “Chaeyoung,” you said in between kisses, tugging at her shirt.

She groaned, the breathy sound of her name and the authoritative, low tone coming from you sent tingles rippling down her spine and left her feeling lightheaded.

With one last lingering kiss, she pulled away and led you to the bed by your hand. You laid down first, reaching for her and pulling her towards you. She crawled onto the bed after you, kissing you again. Your fingers played with her hair, combed gently through the locks. “This feels good,” you said quietly, tilting your head for more access, feeling a sense of contentment, desire, and love welling up inside of you. You felt her pause and smile against your skin. 

While busying herself with making pretty marks on your neck, her fingers traced along your bare thigh, making you writhe beneath her, and she reveled in how sensitive you were to her touch. 

She groaned at the slight tug from your fingers threading themselves in her hair as she continued to kiss your neck. “We can stop anytime...”

"No,” You said almost too quickly, gasping when you felt her bite you lightly, teeth nipping at your neck before a tongue soothed the area. "Please, don't stop.” You were ready to go all the way tonight.

Chaeyoung’s heart could burst out of her chest in that moment, knowing that you were ready for the next step, that between soulmates it would make the bond even stronger. She made her way up and kissed you again, now with a fever and tenderness that had a growing hunger.

Your fingernails dug into her back when she darted her tongue slow and deep across the roof of your mouth— in and out, over and over, in a way that made you instantly imagine her mouth traveling elsewhere. The idea alone got you riled up. 

"Chaeyoung, please.." you gasped against her lips as another wave of heat circled through your abdomen and pulsed between your legs. 

"We've got time, my love," She slotted a leg between your thighs, pressing against your center purposefully. “I'm all yours tonight." Her hand slipped between your bodies, hiking up your mini-dress just enough for her to have access to your lace panties.

You gasped and tightened your grip in her hair, subconsciously bucking your hips the moment her fingers brushed across your center. A wave of pleasure overtook your body, and you could feel her edging to dip her fingers lower. It wasn’t long before she felt how soaked you were, how wet she made you, forcing a stifled moan from her throat that vibrated against your lips. You whimpered, tightening your thighs around her hand at the sound.

Knowing what you needed, she quickly discarded your underwear, and dipped a finger in you, making you shudder and squirm. Giving you a few moments to adjust, she watched your face for any signs of discomfort before pumping in and out. You lifted your hips off the bed to meet her pace, her finger reaching deeper with each slow, tantalizing pump. 

You could barely think straight with how intense everything suddenly became, and it only intensified as she added a second finger, pumping faster. There was a coil building in your stomach, moments away from snapping. “Chaeyoung— I’m gonna—” You panted heavily, your face burning, eyes closed tightly. With every stroke, your walls contracted tightly around her finger, making her curse under her breath. "Fuck, love. You're so tight... Are you close?”  

You nodded against her shoulder frantically, nails digging into her back.  

“Then come for me,” she murmured, adding her thumb in the mix to push you over the edge, her fingers relentless, as you arched forward, the pressure in your lower stomach building to such an extent you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your whole body trembled, incoherent words and moans leaving your mouth, your entire body shaking as an orgasm ripped through you. 

All the while Chaeyoung slowed the pace, your body writhing underneath her hand as she pumped in and out, her fingers gliding across your sensitive spot as she watched you come apart for her, helping you ride it out. She felt breathless, and absolutely loved seeing you like that; all flushed and sweaty, needy for her. You're her Angel— her soulmate. 

She kissed you, slow and sweet. “There, love. I’ve got you,” she cooed softly. “I love you, you did so well.”

You reached up, cupping her cheeks, loving the way your soulmate looked at you. “Just give me a moment,” you said, smiling. “It’ll be your turn next.”

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[bitchiswild]

Partition

G!P Rosé x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: pregnancy kink, tummy bulge, creampie, face fucking, etc.

A/n: Driver roll up the partition Please😏 Rosé ver. REQUESTED

As you and Rosé exited the YSL show, the flashes of cameras and shouts of paparazzi surrounded us, making our escape into the waiting limo feel like a whirlwind.

"Whew," Rosé exclaimed, breathless as she settled beside me. "The paparazzi are relentless today. You okay, babe?" Her concerned gaze met yours, and she instinctively pulled you closer, wrapping her arm around you protectively.

You leaned into her warmth, reassured by her presence. "Yeah, I'm fine," You assured her, feeling her hand soothingly rub your arm as she relayed our next destination to the driver.

"To the after party, please," she instructed the driver without hesitation.

Upon learning that traffic would delay our arrival by 45 minutes, Rosé took it in stride, unfazed by the delay.

As we settled into the plush seats, your mind wandered back to the moments before the fashion show, when the air was charged with anticipation and desire.

"God, you're so hot, baby," Rosé murmured, her lips trailing kisses down your neck, pinning you between her and the bathroom sink.

You let out a contented sigh, granting her access to your neck. "Mmm, Chae," you moaned softly, your body responding to her touch, "not here, baby."

Rosé's hands explored your curves eagerly, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "Why not? No one's looking for us," she husked, her lips finding yours in a hungry kiss, growing more intense by the second.

Feeling breathless and exhilarated, you gently pushed her away, promising, "Later," even as you felt her pout against your lips. We both knew the constraints of our current setting – technically, we were both 'working.'

The thought of it caused you to shift uncomfortably in the plush seat, the tight confines of the limo amplifying your discomfort. Sensing your unease, Chaeyoung's perceptive eyes locked onto you, her concern evident in the soft whisper that brushed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"You okay, baby?" Her voice was laced with genuine concern, and her touch felt like a soothing balm against my nerves.

You nodded, but the heat building up between your legs made it hard to focus. Instinctively, you started rubbing your thighs together, hoping to alleviate the growing warmth pulsating through your body.

"Yeah," You managed to stutter out, your voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes involuntarily drifted to the faint outline of Chaeyoung's bulge visible through her pants, the sight only adding to the turmoil of sensations swirling inside you.

Chaeyoung's gaze followed yours, and in that moment, understanding flashed in her eyes. Without a word, her hands moved lower, trailing down to rub your ass in a reassuring gesture.

Realizing the need for privacy, Chaeyoung swiftly took charge, her voice firm as she addressed the driver, "Driver, roll up the partition and turn up the music, please." The driver met her gaze through the rearview mirror, acknowledging her request before discreetly raising the partition, effectively shielding us from prying eyes and granting us the privacy we craved. As the music filled the air, drowning out the outside world, a sense of intimacy enveloped us, heightening the anticipation of what was to

She gripped my face with a gentle urgency, pulling me closer until I could feel her warm breath teasing my lips. "Were you thinking about earlier, baby?" she asked softly, her thumb tracing the outline of my lips as her eyes bore into mine.

Caught in her intense gaze, I could only nod in response, feeling a rush of desire coursing through me at her touch and the memories of our earlier encounter flooding back.

"You're so dirty, baby," Chaeyoung husked, her voice low and seductive, sending a shiver down my spine. "Getting horny while we have an after-party to go to?"

Her words ignited a fire within me, and I could feel the heat pooling between my thighs, aching for her touch. With a playful smirk, I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against hers teasingly. "Maybe I just can't resist you," I whispered, my voice laced with anticipation and desire, before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, losing myself in the intoxicating taste of her.

Chaeyoung responded eagerly, her lips moving against mine with a fervor that mirrored my own. The world outside the limo faded away as we indulged in the electric chemistry between us, our bodies pressed together in a tantalizing embrace.

Her hands roamed over my body, igniting trails of fire wherever they touched. I gasped softly as her fingers traced the curve of my waist, sending shivers down my spine. With each touch, the hunger between us grew.

Chaeyoung's breath hitched as she pushed you down onto your knees in front of her, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. With eager hands, she fumbled with the button of her pants, her excitement evident in the way she trembled. Finally, she managed to undo them, and with a quick tug, she yanked them down, revealing her throbbing cock straining against her underwear.

A string of precum connected her tip to the fabric as she freed herself, the slick fluid dribbling down her length. She didn't waste any time, grabbing your hair roughly and guiding your mouth to her needy member.

"Suck it, baby," she moaned, her voice thick with lust as she thrust her hips forward, pushing her cock deeper into your mouth. You gagged slightly at the sudden invasion, but Chaeyoung only groaned in pleasure, loving the sensation of your mouth enveloping her.

Her movements became increasingly erratic as she chased her own pleasure, thrusting into your mouth with abandon. Precum dribbled down your chin as she lost herself in the sensation, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps. It was messy, sloppy, and utterly intoxicating.

Tears welled up in your eyes as Chaeyoung relentless thrusting caused your mascara to streak down your cheeks, mixing with the precum and saliva already coating your face. Sensing your distress, Chaeyoung eased up slightly, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

With a firm grip, she wiped away the smudged lipstick, a brief respite before plunging back into the intense rhythm. "You look so fucking hot with your makeup running," she growled, her voice thick with desire. "You're such a good little cocksucker for me."

Her words sent a shiver down your spine as she pushed you back onto her throbbing cock, the wet sounds of your mouth eagerly accepting her filling the room. "That's it, take it all," she urged, her voice dripping with need. "You love sucking my cock, don't you? You're my filthy little slut, and I'm gonna use your mouth until I'm satisfied."

Your muffled moans and the sound of her hips meeting your face filled the air as Chaeyoung lost herself in the pleasure of fucking your face.

she gripped your hair tighter, guiding your head back and forth along her throbbing length. With each forceful thrust, she buried herself deeper into your mouth, reveling in the sensation of your warm, wet lips wrapping around her.

"Oh, fuck, you're gonna make me cum," she groaned, her voice strained with ecstasy. "You like that, huh? You like making me feel this good?"

You could only whimper in response, the overwhelming pleasure and intensity of the moment rendering you speechless as she continued to fuck your face with abandon.

Her breathing grew ragged as she neared the edge, her movements becoming more erratic with each passing second. "That's it, take it all," she panted, her grip on your hair tightening even further. "You're such a fucking good cocksucker, you know that? I'm gonna cum so hard down your throat."

With one final, desperate thrust, Chaeyoung reached her climax, her body tensing as she emptied herself into your mouth with a guttural moan of pleasure. Hot spurts of cum coated your tongue, the taste overwhelming and intoxicating as she rode out her orgasm with abandon.

As she finally began to come down from the peak of her pleasure, Chaeyoung collapsed against you, her breathing heavy and labored. "Fuck," she breathed, a satisfied grin spreading across her face.  "Fuck, baby, you made me feel amazing," Chaeyoung huskily whispered in your ear, her voice dripping with desire. With a tender kiss, she pulled you closer to her, the warmth of her lips igniting a fire within you. Then, with a sudden movement, she pushed you over the seat so that your ass was presented to her.

Her hands eagerly hiked up the bottom of your dress, revealing your soaked underwear which she wasted no time in yanking down and stuffing into her pocket. The cool air against your exposed skin sent shivers down your spine as anticipation built within you.

Without warning, Chaeyoung delivered a series of hard slaps to your ass, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body and leaving red marks in their wake. You couldn't help but jerk in response to the delicious sting, your senses heightened with desire.

With a firm grip, Chaeyoung then began to rub her hardened length between your ass cheeks, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. Her tip teased your entrance, tantalizingly close yet just out of reach, driving you wild with anticipation.

"Ready for me, baby?" she growled, her voice laced with lust as she teased you mercilessly. "I'm going to make you feel so fucking good, you won't be able to think straight."

The leather seats creaked beneath you, adding to the primal atmosphere. Chaeyoung wasted no time, her hands gripping your hips with a fierce intensity. "Fuck, you look so fucking hot like this," she growled, her voice rough with desire as she admired the sight before her. "You're mine to fuck however I want, understand?"

You could only nod in response, the anticipation building within you as you waited for her next move. With a sudden thrust, Chaeyoung entered you with force, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips as she filled you completely.

Her movements were rough and primal, each thrust driving you deeper into ecstasy as the limo rocked with the intensity of your passion. "You love taking my cock, don't you?" she taunted, her voice dripping with dominance. "You're such a fucking slut for me, begging for more."

With each thrust, she pushed you closer and closer to the edge, her dirty talk fueling the fire burning between you. The sound of your moans and the slap of skin against skin echoed in the confined space, a symphony of pleasure as Chaeyoung claimed you as her own.

Your moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure mixing with the sound of Chaeyoung's own primal groans. The limo rocked with the intensity of your passion, each thrust driving you deeper into ecstasy.

Chaeyoung's grip on your hips tightened as she increased the pace, her movements becoming even rougher as she claimed you completely. "That's it, baby, take it all," she growled, her voice filled with raw desire. "You're mine, and I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight."

Her words sent a jolt of excitement through you, igniting a fire within as you surrendered completely to the pleasure of being dominated by her. With each powerful thrust, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, the intensity building with each passing moment.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Chaeyoung moaned, her own pleasure mingling with yours as she relentlessly pounded into you. The sound of her voice, thick with lust, only fueled your desire further, driving you both to the brink of ecstasy.

Chaeyoung flipped you onto your back, her movements swift and assertive. As you lay there, breathless and trembling with anticipation, she wasted no time straddling you, her eyes blazing with desire.

With a wicked grin, Chaeyoung positioned herself above you, her cock throbbing with need as she guided it towards your entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pushed inside you, the sensation causing you to arch your back in pleasure.

As she began to move, her hips rolling in a relentless rhythm, you felt a delicious pressure building in your abdomen, a tummy bulge forming where her cock pressed against you from the inside. The sensation only added to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body, driving you to new heights of ecstasy.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Chaeyoung groaned, her voice thick with desire as she rode you with increasing fervor. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around me like this."

Her words sent shivers of pleasure down your spine as you surrendered completely to the sensation of being filled by her, your moans mingling with hers in a symphony of ecstasy. As Chaeyoung continued to thrust into you with primal intensity, her desire reached a fever pitch. With a guttural moan of pleasure, she leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear.

"Fuck, I want to put a baby in you," she growled, her voice thick with lust and longing. "I want to fill you up so good that you end up pregnant."

With each powerful thrust, Chaeyoung's words echoed in your mind, fueling the fire burning between you as you both surrendered to the overwhelming ecstasy of the moment. "Don't you want me to fill you up, baby?" she growled, her voice thick with desire. "Don’t you want me to pump you so full of my cum since your pussy is practically begging for a baby?"

Your moans of pleasure only fueled her primal need as she continued to pound into you relentlessly. "Yeah, that's it," she taunted, her voice dripping with lust. "You're gonna be so fucking full of me, you won't be able to walk straight for days. And when you're pregnant with my baby, you'll know who made you feel this good."

With each thrust, she drove the point home, her dirty talk sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. The idea of her filling you with her seed, of creating new life together, only intensified the passion between you. She flipped you onto your side, her hands gripping your hips with possessive force.

With a primal hunger in her eyes, Chaeyoung buried herself deep inside you, her thrusts growing more urgent with each passing moment. The limo rocked with the intensity of your passion as you both surrendered to the raw, unbridled desire coursing through your veins.

With each powerful thrust, Chaeyoung's grip on your hips tightened, her primal instincts taking over as she claimed you completely. "You're mine," she growled, her voice filled with possessive need. "Mine to fuck and fill with my seed."

As Chaeyoung's primal desire drove her movements, you found yourself lost in the overwhelming pleasure of the moment. With each powerful thrust, you couldn't help but moan in ecstasy, the sensation of her filling you completely driving you wild.

"Yes, Chaeyoung, just like that," you moaned, your voice filled with desperation and longing. "Right there, baby, right there."

Your words only fueled Chaeyoung's primal hunger as she continued to pound into you with relentless passion. The sound of your moans mingled with hers in a symphony of ecstasy, echoing through the confines of the limo.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Chaeyoung groaned, her voice thick with desire as she continued to pound into you with primal urgency.

The sensation of her throbbing inside you pushed you over the edge, and with a loud cry of pleasure, you felt your body convulse in ecstasy as waves of pleasure washed over you.

"Chaeyoung, yes!" you moaned, your voice filled with ecstasy as you surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

Chaeyoung reached her own climax, her body tensing as she emptied herself into you with a guttural moan of pleasure.

Chaeyoung gently pulled you on top of her, guiding you to sit astride her lap. Her cock still buried deep inside you, her cum leaking out of your swollen pussy, serving as a reminder of the passionate encounter you both shared.

With tender care, Chaeyoung began to rub your back in soothing circles, her touch a comforting balm to help you calm down from the intensity of your orgasm. Each stroke of her hand was a gesture of tenderness, a silent reassurance of her affection for you.

Just as you were beginning to catch your breath, a sudden knock on the window startled you both. "Miss Park, we are here," a voice called from outside.

Chaeyoung's grip on you tightened slightly as she glanced towards the window, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. "Okay, give us a bit," she responded, her voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and resignation.

As the driver's presence reminded you of the outside world, Chaeyoung's question brought you back to reality. "You still want to go, baby?" she asked softly, her gaze searching yours for reassurance.

Feeling a strong desire to remain wrapped up in the intimacy you shared, you shook your head no, a silent affirmation of your desire to stay together.

Chaeyoung nodded in understanding, a tender smile gracing her lips as she signaled to the driver. "Just drive us back to the hotel," she instructed, her voice firm yet gentle.

With a nod of acknowledgment, the driver pulled away from the curb, leaving the rest of the world behind as the two of you retreated into the private sanctuary of the hotel.

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[cool-fancier]

The Sweet Harmony

Rosé x Fem Reader

Synopsis: In the vibrant streets of Seoul, a rising K-pop soloist and her Blackpink girlfriend navigate secret love at a YSL event until a fan captures their longing glances, sparking viral rumors.

Word Count: 1.9k

The neon lights of Seoul danced across the night sky, casting a vibrant glow over the bustling city streets below. Among the throngs of people, there was an air of excitement as fans eagerly awaited the arrival of their favorite K-pop idols at the YSL event.

Amidst the crowd, you stood, a rising soloist in the K-pop industry, poised and ready to grace the stage. Your heart pounded with anticipation, knowing that tonight's performance would be a pivotal moment in your career.

As the event began, you scanned the room, your eyes searching for a familiar face. And there she was – Rosé, the ethereal member of the world sensation girl group, Blackpink. She stood tall and graceful, the epitome of beauty and elegance, as she mingled with the other ambassadors for YSL.

Despite the excitement of being in the same room as your girlfriend, you knew that you had to maintain a professional facade. After all, your relationship with Rosé was a closely guarded secret, known only to a select few.

"Y/N, are you ready?" your manager asked, breaking you out of your reverie.

You nodded, plastering a smile on your face as you prepared to take the stage. But as you made your way through the crowd, you couldn't help but steal a glance at Rosé, hoping to catch her eye.

For a brief moment, your gazes locked, and you felt a surge of warmth spread through you. But just as quickly as it had come, the moment passed, and you turned away, steeling yourself for the performance ahead.

As you took the stage, the roar of the crowd enveloped you, their cheers and applause washing over you like a tidal wave. With each note you sang, you poured your heart and soul into the music, losing yourself in the rhythm and melody.

But amidst the chaos of the performance, your thoughts kept drifting back to Rosé. You couldn't shake the image of her from your mind, her radiant smile etched into your memory.

After the performance, you retreated backstage, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. And there she was – Rosé, waiting for you with a smile that could light up the darkest night.

"Hey," she said, her voice soft and gentle as she approached you. "You were amazing up there."

You returned her smile, feeling a surge of happiness at the sight of her. "Thanks," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

As the two of you exchanged pleasantries, you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing wash over you. It pained you to keep your relationship with Rosé a secret, but you knew that it was necessary to protect both of your careers.

But as you looked into Rosé's eyes, you knew that every moment spent with her was worth the risk.

1. 🌹 Our beautiful Rosé slaying at the YSL event! 🌹 #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL

2. 🌹 Rosé's stunning YSL gown has us all in awe! 🌹 #FashionIcon #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL

3. 🌹 Can we take a moment to appreciate Rosé's ethereal beauty? 🌹 #Goddess #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL

@Blink4Life: OMG, Rosé looks absolutely breathtaking at the YSL event! 😍 That dress, that smile – she's perfection! 🌹 #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL

@RoseanneFever: I can't get over how effortlessly stunning Rosé looks tonight! 😭❤️ That YSL gown was made for her! 🌹 #FashionQueen #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL

@RoseGoldie: Rosé is glowing like a goddess at the YSL event! ✨ Can't wait to see her slay the stage! 🌹 #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL

1. 🎤 Y/N captivates the audience with her mesmerizing performance at the YSL event! 🌟 #YNSoloist #YSL

2. 🎤 Our soloist shines bright like a star on the YSL stage! ✨ #Talent #YNSoloist #YSL

3. 🎤 Y/N's vocals are out of this world at the YSL event! 🌌 #VocalPowerhouse #YNSoloist #YSL

@YNForever: Y/N's performance at the YSL event gave me goosebumps! 😭🙌 Her voice is pure magic! 🎤✨ #YNSoloist #YSL

@YNEnthusiast: Y/N never fails to leave me speechless with her incredible talent! 🌟 Can't wait to see what she does next! 🎶 #YNSoloist #YSL

@YNGalaxy: Y/N's vocals are out of this world! 🚀✨ Truly a force to be reckoned with! 🎤 #YNSoloist #YSL

@YRShipper: Okay, but can we talk about the chemistry between Y/N and Rosé at the YSL event? 🔥 They would make the ultimate power couple! 🌟 #YNSoloist #Rosé #YSL

@RYSunshine: Y/N and Rosé's interactions at the YSL event have me shipping them so hard! 🥺❤️ Can they please collaborate on a song together? 🎶 #YNSoloist #Rosé #YSL

@YRUniverse: Y/N and Rosé are the definition of perfection! 😍 The way they complement each other is just *chef's kiss*! 👌 #YNSoloist #Rosé #YSL

— — — — — — —

Months passed, and your relationship with Rosé flourished in secret. Despite the challenges of dating in the public eye, the two of you found solace in each other's company, stealing moments of intimacy whenever you could.

But as your fame continued to rise, so did the pressure to keep your relationship hidden. And nowhere was this more apparent than at public events, where you and Rosé were forced to maintain a professional distance from each other.

One such event was the annual YSL gala, where you and Rosé were once again ambassadors for the brand. As you arrived at the venue, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over you.

"Remember, no public displays of affection," your manager reminded you as you stepped out of the car.

You nodded, the weight of his words sinking in as you made your way inside. The venue was filled with the glitterati of the K-pop industry, all vying for attention and recognition.

And there she was – Rosé, radiant as ever in a stunning YSL gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. She caught your eye from across the room, a subtle smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Despite the thrill of seeing her, you knew that you had to maintain a professional facade. So you plastered a smile on your face and mingled with the other guests, all the while keeping a careful eye on Rosé.

But as the night wore on, you found it increasingly difficult to ignore her. Her presence was like a magnet, drawing you in with an irresistible force.

And then it happened – you couldn't help but glance at her, just for a moment, when you thought no one was looking. But someone was – a fan, with their phone out, capturing the moment for all the world to see.

The next day, the internet was abuzz with rumors of your secret relationship with Rosé. Fans had edited the footage of your glance into adorable and viral edits, speculating about the true nature of your relationship.

As the news spread like wildfire, you and Rosé found yourselves thrust into the spotlight in a way you had never experienced before. Suddenly, everyone wanted to know the truth – were you and Rosé really a couple?

@YSLYooopnRosie: "Did anyone else catch that moment between Y/N and Rosé at the YSL gala? My heart can't handle the chemistry between them! 😍 #YSLYoonRosie"

@YSLYoonRos: "I swear, every time Y/N and Rosé are in the same room, the sparks fly! They would make the perfect couple, don't you think? 🌟 #YSLYoonRosie"

@YSLYoonRosie: "I'm not saying Y/N and Rosé are in love, but... okay, maybe I am. Just imagine how beautiful their relationship would be! 🥺💕 #YSLYoonRosie"

@YSklLYoonRosie: "Okay, hear me out – I've been scrolling through Y/N and Rosé's Instagram feeds, and I swear, there are so many subtle hints that they might be more than just friends. From matching outfits to cryptic captions, I think they're low-key dropping hints about their relationship! 🕵️‍♀️💖 #YSLYoonRosie"

@YSLYoonRosie: "I've been doing some serious detective work, and I'm convinced that Y/N and Rosé have been dating in secret for ages. Remember that time they both posted Instagram stories from the same location, but at different times? Coincidence? I think not! 🔍👀 #YSLYoonRosie"

@YSLYoonRosie: "I've been following Y/N and Rosé's interactions for years, and let me tell you, there's something going on between them. From stolen glances to subtle touches, it's clear that their friendship goes way beyond the surface. Could they be the next power couple? 🤔💕 #YSLYoonRosie"

— — — — — — —

As the rumors continued to swirl, you and Rosé found yourselves faced with a choice – continue to deny the truth or finally come clean about your relationship.

For weeks, you wrestled with the decision, weighing the potential consequences of going public against the freedom of being able to love each other openly.

But in the end, love won out.

One evening, as you and Rosé sat together in the privacy of your shared apartment, you broached the subject.

"Rosé, I think it's time," you said, your voice steady despite the nerves that churned in your stomach.

She looked at you, her eyes searching yours for reassurance. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, reaching out to take her hand in yours. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," you replied, your heart pounding in your chest.

With that, you and Rosé made the decision to go public with your relationship, knowing full well the risks that it entailed. But you were determined to face whatever challenges came your way together, united in your love for each other.

The next day, you and Rosé made the announcement on social media, posting a heartfelt message about your journey together and the importance of love and acceptance.

The response from fans was overwhelming, but in the best way possible. Rather than hate, there was an outpouring of love and support for you and Rosé, with fans expressing their joy at finally being able to celebrate your relationship openly.

As you scrolled through the countless messages and comments, a sense of relief washed over you. You and Rosé had made the right decision, and now, you could finally be free to love each other without fear or reservation.

And as you looked at Rosé, her eyes shining with happiness and love, you knew that your journey together was only just beginning.

Together, you and Rosé had faced adversity and come out stronger on the other side. And now, as you embarked on this new chapter of your lives together, you knew that there was nothing that could stand in the way of your love.

For you and Rosé, the future was bright – and together, you were ready to face whatever challenges came your way, hand in hand, heart in heart.

@YnRHarmipugny: "I can't believe it's finally happening! Y/N and Rosé are out and proud, and my heart is bursting with happiness! 🌈✨ #YRHarmony"

@YRHarmonyuyy: "From secret glances to public declarations of love, Y/N and Rosé's journey is like something straight out of a romance novel! I'm living for this! 💖😍 #YRHarmony"

@YRHarmony: "Y/N and Rosé are proof that love knows no bounds! Their journey from secret glances to public declarations of love is giving me all the feels! 🥺💖 #YRHarmony"

@YRoseHarmony: "Y/N and Rosé are the power couple we never knew we needed! Their love is like a breath of fresh air in a world filled with negativity. Here's to forever shipping #YRHarmony!"

@YRuioHutarmony: "I don't know what's brighter – the smile on Y/N and Rosé's faces or the sparkle in their eyes! They're radiating so much happiness, and I'm here for it! ✨😊 #YRHarmony"

@YRHarmony: "Y/N and Rosé coming out as a couple is the best thing to happen in 2024! Their love story is straight out of a fairy tale, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for them! 🥰👑 #YRHarmony"

#blackpink x reader #blackpink x fem reader #blackpink #blackpink x fem #blackpink x you #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #rosé x reader #rosé fluff #rosé #rosé blackpink #park chaeyoung

[insomniakisses]

Not So Soft

requested? no

idol: chaeyoung (Blackpink)

reader type: fem, omega

warnings/notes:  smut, semi public sex, slight possessive nature, omegaverse, knotting, mate marking, bathroom sex, rosie has a dick, fem reader, alpha Rosè

Rosie was probably one of the softest alphas going, hating the idea of becoming a totally possessive and rude Knotthead like many alphas were. She was always kind and considerate to your needs, her personality sometimes making people mistake her for an omega. Which often lead to people assuming you were single.

Now, Rosè is pretty level headed and can usually deal with that happening quite pleasantly and in a calm matter. But the two of you hadn’t seen each other in weeks and not being mate-marked the only real sign that you were taken would be her scent. Due to the not seeing each other not one part of you smelt like her.

Unfortunately for an aloha with poor judgement you were an easy target, pressing up against you in the line as you waited to order your food for the date. Well, to say your girlfriend was pissed would be an understatement. You barely had chance to puss him off before she shoved her way between the two of you. Glare hard and a deep growl slipping past her lips, “Mine.”

Scoffing he took a step closer to you, smirking as he released some alpha pheromones “Don’t see your mark on her, I can show her a real alpha”

Lunging forward she was seconds away from punching him square in the face had you not whined. Snapping her head in your direction her gaze going incredibly soft at the sight on your trembling form, before realising why you were feeling so weak. Anger rising at the ever growing scent of this wannabe alpha infront of you. Grabbing your wrist she drags you to the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

-

Leaning you against the sinks she wraps her arms around you, nuzzling deeply into your neck laying soft kisses to the sensitive area. It isn’t long before they become more heated as she sucks and bites at your skin, your body reacting with an embarrassingly loud moan that has her smirking cockily.

“Needy, babygirl?” Her hot breath fans across your neck as she lowers her mouth, hands making quick work of unbuttoning your shirt, kissing along your stomach muttering about how much she loves you and wants to claim you.

Unclasping your bra she latches her mouth onto your sensitive bud, your body arching into her touch. Shuddering and mewling at the coldness of her hand when she pinches the other. Knee slotting between your legs.

“R-rosie mhh!” You moan when she pulls you down harshly guiding your hips along her thigh, cock bulging in her sweats.

“You want it? Want my cock like a good girl? Hmm fuck”

Wet patch forming as precum beads at the tip she pulls away, releasing her cock. Sweats pooling at her ankles.

“Bend over baby” she all but groans out, jerking her shaft as she speaks readying herself for you.

Bending over the sink you cant help bite your lip in anticipation, whining needily when she pushes your skirt up. Uncaring that the whole restaurant could probably hear you. Pulling your pants to the side to rub the tip agains your folds, teasing you with a harsh slap to your ass.

Yelping in surprise you push back greedily silently pleading for her to push in, which she does thrusting harshly till shes flush against you. Hands gripping your hips she takes off. Her pace fast and rough, her possessive side showing when she reaches around you to grab your throat.

Pulling your upper body agains hers as she lightly chokes you, sucking harshly at your jaw making sure to leave plenty of marks her pace never slowing.

Your mouth falls open unable to stop the moans falling from your lips, the sound of flesh meeting flesh and her thrusting into your dripping heat filling the room. Your first orgasm wracking three your body, yet her thrusting never stops.

“Who. Do. You. Belong. To.” Thrusting harshly between each word the removes her hand from your throat to rub your clit, lips latching onto your neck and shoulders. Continuing to mark every but if skin available. Her knot beginning to push into you with each thrust.

“Y-you r-os-ie!” Your voice shaky and uneven getting loader as she pushes her knot in with a deep grunt. “Mine.”

The force of her thrust and the feeling of cum spilling into you in hot spirts causing you to fall over the edge body shaking in her arms as she bites down in your neck, mating you to her.

#blackpink smut #blackpink #blackpink x fem reader #blackpink x reader #blackpink imagines #blackpink reactions #park chaeyoung #chaeyoung imagines #chaeyoung x reader #chaeyoung smut #rosie x reader #rosie imagines #rosie #rosie smut #blackpink omegaverse

[scrtxai]

PERFUME - (YANDERE JENNIE X READER) PREVIEW

"Can you smell it?"

Her Chanel branded perfume stung inside my nose, feeling so dizzy that making only a nod is the answer for the cat eyed woman above me. Her chuckle slightly heard and the traces of one of her fingers on my collar neck.

I've been thinking about what she had done to that drink she offered just a while ago?

That drink…

The drink that I can't control myself…

I'm paralyzed, can't move nor push this woman away from me.

Her smirks get wider, biting her bottom lips while her cat eyes look at me full of something that I can describe well…

"Instead of smelling my perfume… Can you smell my desire for you, Mon Cherié?"

She whispered, red lips getting closer to mine only just seconds, attaching it hungrily. My body is getting hot.

Oh god…

What happened to me?...

My vision is getting blurry..

Only to feel her lips keep marking my neck, my skin…

CTTO Tenor

FULL STORY ON MY WATTPAD 

https://www.wattpad.com/story/343453996-perfume-yandere-jennie-kim

#blackpink x reader #blackpink rosé #blackpink #blackpink smut #blackpink jennie #yandere blackpink #yandere jennie #blackpink x you #blackpink x fem #Jennie Kim #jennie x reader #bp jennie #blackpink lisa #blackpink jisoo #yanderejennie #Jennie #bp x reader #lisa manoban #kim jisoo #park chaeyoung

[regamoth]

Blackpink as your idol!gf (fem!reader)

⋆ Masterlist

⋆ This is only Headcanon.

⋆ Pairings: fem!reader x idolgf!BLACKPINK

⋆ Note: Let's go lesbians. Don't hesitate to send ideas! This hc is more about the way they would handle a relationship with a girl as the superstar they are. I'll probably do one about how they are in private.

Jisoo: She's probably the one who cares the less about haters. She even sometimes responds to people criticizing you and makes fun of them. She's a boss frr. She's quite discreet about you on Ig but she's proud to show you off from time to time. She loves when paparazzis take pictures of you too at the airport. Jisoo always holds your hand tight when you're walking together in public. She wants to do a badass photoshoot with you. Jisoo follows you and is ready to publicly put money into every project you have because she wants you to be the happiest. She's really careless, you can be proud of her.

Jennie: Jennie is already criticized about a lot of things, so she was very hesitant about making your relationship public. But now it's done, she's very, very happy about it. Fans grew happy about it too because since you're together, they've never seen Nini happier. You appear in half of her Instagram posts and stories. Her dogs love you too (that's a very important point to her). She brings you to EVERY event she goes to. Definitely does vlogs with you for her Youtube channel. The titles would be like «Making pancakes with my girlfriend» or, «Vlog in Paris with ❤». Medias love your couple, not as much as she loves you tho.

Rosé: Probably the most discreet of the girls about your couple on ig. She takes a lot of pics and videos of you but she keeps them private and waits for your engagement to make some of them public in a cute but sober post. She doesn't care about haters tho. She doesn't even read those kinds of bad comments. She said in an interview once that she's not going to apologize for who she is and who she loves, and that if people are not happy about it they can just block her and stop thinking about her. Your couple's life is almost normal thanks to her discretion.

Lalisa: She's the type to post silly pictures of you sleeping or just being goofy 😜 in her ig stories. Lisa is very sensitive so sometimes she's sad because she sees bad comments about your relationship, but then she sees you playing with her animals and she remembers what's really important: you (ooh- more cliché please). She definitely projects to write a song about you to put in the next Blackpink album (or in her next solo album if she ever gets one...). She hates when Dispatch is following you when you're on a date together. She once threatened a photographer to get him fired if he didn't let you girls alone. She also likes to bring you to events. She wants you to ✨shine✨

Found this on Pinterest 👀

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[bscik]

HOW DOES JISOO ACT?

1) FIRST SEX

You definitely go crazy when she eats your pussy for the first time like it's her last meal. She gives you many orgasms but has a shyness and gentleness towards you. When she buries herself in your pussy, these disappear and she focuses entirely on enjoying you. She will definitely play with your tits or spank you. Either your juicy glistening pussy or your beautiful ass. You are not allowed to close your legs, she is against it from the very first sex. She fingers you gently and then fucks you with a 7 inch dildo. Then you lick her beautiful pussy and finger her. You and she even do a romantic scissoring position to close. The shyness in her comes out this time and she enjoys seeing your naked body for the first time. She is grateful to you for trusting her and having sex with her. You will do this again later that week. Maybe at the end of the week, maybe tomorrow, who knows? ;))

#jisoo smut #jisoo #jisoo x reader #bp jisoo #kim jisoo #blackpink x fem #blackpink x reader #blackpink #kpop smut #gxg smut #smut #sexy content #kpop headcanons #fanfic #jennie #park chaeyoung #lisa

[let-them-read-fics]

Away With You

Pairing: Rosé x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: When a snowstorm of record-breaking proportion rolls into town and causes a city wide shut-in, you and Rosé take it easy and enjoy your time together.

Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff

Word Count: ~ 1,136

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hi everyone! I found this in my drafts a while ago and thought I’d share it with you all. Hope you enjoy it :) Stay safe and take care of yourselves!

💖 Happy Reading 🌹

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The wind, frigid and biting, howls as it whips through the sprawling branches of the neighborhood trees. They sway, sometimes eerily, in their perfect alignments next to the sidewalk. 

More particles of snow and sleet surge down to Earth, accompanying every haunting gust and only further worsening the conditions that the blizzard is causing.

Strangely enough, it's at times like this that you find yourself wondering if hot cocoa producers will ever run out of product. 

Surely, you think to yourself, as you stand in front of the counter and stir in the contents of yet another batch. It's the fourth one you've made today, and it's not even past 2 PM yet.

Your gaze falls down to the mixture, watching intently as the rich, velvety powder swirls with the milk you added before. It lends more of its color with every whirl, and soon it's smooth mocha, warm and tempting. Steam billows from the mug, and you sigh as the chocolatey scent makes its way to your nose. 

In the living room, Rosé has the television set to your local news station as she strums out the notes of a potential chorus to her latest creation. Her fingertips dance across the strings, trying out different combinations and slides as she pleases. 

Beneath her, the piano bench supports her movements, making only a faint creak when she sets the guitar in her lap and focuses her attention on the piano keys instead. She's been like this for a while now: switching between the two instruments that she loves so much as she tries to finally put her finger on the elusive tune she's been seeking.

The weather has given her an excuse to stay home and reconnect with what she's been missing most: making music, and you. She can't think of anyone else she'd rather be squirreled away with.

"... multiple inches are expected to accumulate throughout the day, and by nightfall some areas could have up to three feet of snow in total." 

She lifts her head at the mention of the forecast, listening closely to the weatherman. 

"We strongly advise that you stay home and only go out when it's absolutely necessary. Multiple roadways are already covered, and they're expected to get even more dangerous as the day progresses. Power outages are likely as well, so get prepared, folks, and stay safe. Bundle up, grab something warm, and settle in."

Outside, snowflakes fall in heavy droves, turning the atmosphere into a whiteout. They whip past the bay windows of the living room -- which Rosé is now using as a portal to peek into the frigid world out there -- unrelenting as more and more of them make their way to the ground. They've already coated everything in sight with at least six inches, and they don't seem to show any signs of slowing down. 

The Sun is quickly being clouded over; only a few glimmers of its warm rays remain now, and they kiss the land goodbye while they still can. 

In fact, one delicate embrace between the two is strong enough to catch Rosé's eye; a rather small snowflake rides the swirling air current just outside the window, arching up into the air as it perfectly catches a golden shimmer of the Sun. It dances and skates for a few more seconds before ultimately fluttering against the pane and coming to rest in the corner of the sill. 

Rosie's lips briefly tug up in the corners at that, and she pauses to think. Maybe she can use that for a song...

Your slipper-clad feet shuffle forward as you finally make your way out of the kitchen and towards the living room, slowly but surely. Your tongue is slightly stuck out as you concentrate on keeping all the contents of the mugs inside of them, and you simultaneously ask yourself why the hell you filled them up so high. 

A quick glance at Rosie earns you the knowledge that she's scribbling away in her notebook again, and you smile warmly at the mere thought of it. For months, she's been dying to have some time to really unwind and recharge like this; writing always comes the easiest for her when she's relaxed and able to experiment without fear of judgement. She's always said that you're the only person she trusts enough to hear her rough drafts, and you cherish that. She really is something special. 

"Hi, baby," you greet, feeling the tension leave your body as you bring the mugs to the coffee table and set them on a pair of matching coasters. Rosie got them on tour back in Australia, and they've been her favorite to use ever since. 

"There's my girl," she beams, happiness radiating from her. A growing smile is evident in her voice as she quickly finishes in her notebook and sets her guitar in its case. 

The material of her sweater looks especially soft from where you are; you can practically see the fluffiness interwoven into each of the threads. 

"I was starting to miss you, you know," she plays, standing up to meet you by the sofa. Her eyes travel across your face, silently admiring you. 

"I could tell," you tilt your head to the side, "...your playing turned sad." 

"What can I say?" Her shoulders rise and fall in a soft shrug. "My muse wasn't around. I got lonely." 

Her muse, huh? Hearing that never gets old.

You run your fingers through her hair, feeling the loose curls tickle your palm as they slide by. They're silky, and the movement releases the smell of her vanilla shampoo into the air.

She melts into your touch, visibly relaxing. Her eyes close as you move to stroke her cheek, reveling in the feeling of your warmth against her. She'd be content with staying here, just like this, forever. 

"Rosie, baby, I don't understand you," you whisper, disbelief evident in your tone. You take a step closer, draping your free arm over her shoulder. 

"You get even more beautiful by the day. I don't see how that's physically possible." 

She smiles, her eyes still closed. She's amused. 

"You've already won my heart, Y/N," she quips, peeking at you, "You don't have to make me fall in love again." 

You shake your head, still smiling. "I mean it, babe. You're so beautiful." 

Her eyes open now, and her hands slip beneath the hem of your shirt, splaying across your back. She pulls you closer with a short tug, giving you no time to prepare before her lips are on yours. 

They whisper words of affection against your own in between sweet kisses, reminding you of how much she adores you. 

As you kiss her back and touch her in all the ways she loves most, she wonders how she got so lucky. 

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[ryupages]

twice reaction — you self harming.

members — mina and jihyo + maknae line

requested - yes!

genre - angst

warning(s) - burns, cuts / cutting, hospitalization, mentions of blood, ripping out one’s hair

note: i tried to write other sh methods other than cutting as i know there’s plenty other ways people inflict harm onto themselves. i hope i did ok <3 remember that nothing that has happened to u in ur fault !!

—

jihyo — 지효

you stood nervously in your living room, watching jihyo pace back and forth while on the phone. it must’ve been a work call, as you immediately picked up on the way her eyebrows knitted in frustration. it made want you to just retreat to your room until the call was over. but it was now or never.

jihyo has never given you a reason to not confide in her, and you didn’t want to hide it anymore.. not after hiding it for so long.

“hun, can i please talk to you?” jihyo’s head snapped over to you, her expression softening ever so slightly.

she mumbled something to the other person, looking back at you and slightly tilting her head in curiosity. you finally had her undivided attention.

your body tensed. now that this was actually happening, you didn’t know how to go about confessing what you’ve done to yourself, what you still do to yourself. in your head, this played out smoothly, but actually standing in front of her, your nerves overwhelmed you again.

“what is it, y/n? i really do need to finish this call.” jihyo chided.

deciding to not say anything and rather just show her, your fingers gripped the waistband of your sweatpants and pulled them down, just enough to show off your thighs.

jihyo nearly flinched at the faded red scars that littered your legs. “y/n.. what.. ?”

she immediately hung up, mumbling an empty promise of calling them back later. her arms fell to her side, her eyes glued to your thighs. part of her wanted to ask what they were from, if someone did this to you. but she wasn’t dumb. she knew exactly happened. she just didn’t understand why.

“please don’t be upset with me.” you whispered just loud enough for jihyo to hear.

upset? with you? she could never be upset with you, not for struggling. she’s only upset that she didn’t notice any signs. she let out a shaken sigh and recollected her thoughts before making her way to you. jihyo gently took your hand, leading you to the couch and sitting you down. she plopped next to you, turning her whole body to face you. she noticed the confusion and slight fear in your eyes, so she smiled reassuringly and gently held your hands in hers.

“i need you to know i am not upset with you,” she spoke tenderly, drawing circles on your knuckles with her thumb. “but please let me help you.”

she bit her lip before continuing, “i don’t want to lose you, y/n. not to this. please let me help you from now on.”

the corners of your mouth twitched, and you couldn’t help but give a small smile. you said nothing, just nodded. that’s all jihyo needed before she pulled you into her arms, kissing all over your face.

“i couldn’t be more grateful to have met you, y/n. you don’t need to do this yourself anymore.”

—

mina — 미나

there’s no way you’d willingly tell mina about your struggles with self harm. even when you would fall over the carpet and would bruise ever so slightly, she would be all over you, kissing you all over. you were scared of what she’d do if she learned you were intentionally harming yourself.

while just in your underwear, you look for clothes to wear with your day out with mina. you wanted to cover up as much as possible, not wanting her to notice and question the burns and deep scratches on your limbs. although it was decently warm outside, you just couldn’t take any chances.

you heard a soft knock at your bedroom door, already knowing who was behind it. you turn around and see mina peeking in. you smile, letting her know that you were just looking for something to wear. she smiled and walked in, plopping on the bed as you continued your outfit search.

“i’m glad we’re finally having time for ourselves, y/n!” your girlfriend exclaimed cheerfully. you hum in agreement, listening to her ramble on how much she missed you and how excited she was for your date.

after a few moments, you noticed that she cut herself off, the room falling into an uncomfortable silence. you slowly turn to face your girlfriend, about to question what was wrong. your eyes followed where hers were looking and your heart fell instantly. you completely forgot you were half naked, and your scars were on full display.

“y/n,” mina whispered, “that’s not.. what i think that is, right? please tell me you just fell or something.”

mina knew she was acting delusional, but she refused to believe that you inflicted those wounds on yourself. she wanted you to tell her that you had just fell off the bed again, or bumped into the coffee table. something, anything. but the defeated look on your face said it all.

“y/n..” her voice was so soft, you barely heard her.

she hesitantly reached out, wanting you to come into her arms. you walked over and fell in her arms. she grabbed your thighs, lifting you and setting you down on her lap, rubbing your back.

she didn’t have the words with her at that time, but she already knew that you knew she was here for you. she loved you and would never let you go down this path alone.

—

dahyun — 다현

it was almost impossible to hide anything from dahyun, so the fact she still hadn’t caught onto what you do to yourself made you both relieved and anxious. you felt like it was only a matter of time before she found out, but part of you had that thought that maybe she would never find out.

you were out grocery shopping, coming home fairly soon. dahyun was sat on the couch, watching tv while waiting for you to return home. she paused the tv and got up, making her way to the bathroom. humming quietly to herself, dahyun began to freshen up.

however, something in the sink caught her eye. it was.. your hair? she picked it up, already knowing by the texture and colour that it was your hair. but why? she looked on the counter and saw more hair. it didn’t make sense, you always claimed that you would never cut your hair yourself, not after trying to do so years ago. so why was there..

“i’m home!!” dahyun was pulled out of her analysis as she perked at the sound of your voice.

she quickly dropped the hair and almost sprinted out the bathroom and into the kitchen. you were already placing stuff in the cabinets and fridge as you turned to look at her. you smiled at her, making her stomach churn. she glanced up at your hair, that pit in her stomach expanding as she noticed it was thin, with a tiny bald spot on the side of your head.

“you,” dahyun breathed out, “why are you ripping out your hair?”

you almost flinched at her question, already knowing she found the hair you forgot to toss in the trash. you gently put down the box of cereal you were holding and let out a deep breath. you kept your eyes trained on the floor as you explain that you didn’t have the guts to use a blade, so you resorted to pulling out hair and scratching yourself hard as a way to deal with your internal pain.

it was silent for a moment, making you think that she hated you or thought that you were weird. you heard footsteps and her hand cup your cheek as she gently tilted your head to look at her. she gave a bitter smile, kissing you tenderly.

“no more hiding this, okay?” she quietly pleaded, making you nod immediately.

her smile slightly grew as she pulled you into a warm, long embrace.

“let’s find other ways to deal with these feelings, yeah? don’t worry, i’ll be here no matter how long it takes.”

—

chaeyoung — 채영

“we’re almost there, chaeyoung, relax!” jihyo tried to calm the younger girl, but chaeyoung couldn’t even breathe right. she was on edge, she had been ever since she got the call.

while hanging out with the girls, chaeyoung had gotten a call. her heart dropped when the nurse on the other line introduced herself, her mind racing with questions on whether or not you were hurt or if you’re even the reason why they’re calling. her heart completely shattered when the nurse explained what had happened.

you had been dealing with severe depression and other mental health issues, which must’ve lead up to this moment. the nurse says that it probably wasn’t your intention, but you had cut too deep, losing a lot of blood.

jihyo didn’t even park the car before chaeyoung jumped out and ran inside the building, nayeon and sana trying their best to catch up to her. she screamed and begged for your room number, being taken up immediately. she was shaking, so scared that she couldn’t even cry.

the doctor opened the door and let chaeyoung and the girls walk in, and the sight broke her entirely. you looked peaceful while sleeping, but knowing why you were even in here finally did it. tears rushed down chaeyoung’s face, her legs wobbling. jihyo and sana held onto her as nayeon talked to the doctor, trying to get an understanding on your condition.

she finally stood up straight, walking over to you and holding your hand tightly. hiccups escaped her throat as she continued to cry.

“why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve—” chaeyoung choked on her sobs before she continued. “i could’ve helped you. please.. please let me help you when you wake up. please.”

she fell to her knees, jihyo immediately kneeling down beside her, reassuring chaeyoung that you would be okay. she believed her leader, you would be okay.

she was going to make sure you would not feel the need to do this again. she loved you too much to let this continue.

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tzuyu — 쯔위

tzuyu wasn’t as quiet as her fans made her seem, at least not with you. she was more than willing to shower you with compliments, soft kisses, basically just love you down until you physically can’t take it. so when she went dead silent when you finally confessed to why you had burn marks on your thighs and the scars on your arms, you were utterly terrified. you thought you’d get even a small reaction, but other than her eyes widening, there was nothing.

she stood there, looking at your arms and legs for a good five minutes, not sure what to say. you wanted to walk away, just to let her collect her thoughts until she finally spoke.

“how long?”

you swallowed the lump in your throat as you crossed your arms and looked down in shame, “about 2 years.”

she only sighed, not sure what to say. for the first time in a long while, tzuyu was lost on what she can do for you. she wanted nothing more than to put a stop to this, already guessing what type of consequences that could come with something like this. what if you tried to end it? what if you succeeded? she didn’t want it to get to that point.

tzuyu shifted in her spot uncomfortably, not sure what she could do. she pondered for a moment, before her lips twitched into a small smile. she looked up at you, her smile making you slightly confused.

“let’s go out today.” your mouth opened to say something, but she shook her head, already going over to your dresser to pull out some clothes.

“from now on,” tzuyu looked up at you, your heart rate increasing at the way she looked at you; with such softness and care. “let’s go out or do something fun, whenever you feel bad.”

you hesitated, and tzuyu knew why. “i don’t mind if you feel that way every other day, every hour. if you’re feeling that way, you come to me.”

the corners of your mouth turned up into a smile, and you made your way to your girlfriend and hugged her tightly, whispering a long string of “thank you’s” and “i love you’s.” tzuyu only smiled and hugged you back tighter, glad you know that her view and love for you has not and will never change.

#ryupages #anon ask #fem!reader #gn!reader #kpop scenarios #jihyo #park jihyo #twice x reader #mina #myoui mina #tzuyu #chaeyoung #son chaeyoung #twice masterlist #twice imagines #dahyun #twice scenarios #twice imagine #kpop reactions #twice chaeyoung #twice layouts #kpop oneshot #Spotify #chou tzuyu #nayeon #jeongyeon #twice reaction #kpop reaction #nayeon x reader

[d-dalladalla]

can you do a blackpink version of "seeing ther pup for the first time"? i love it so much <3

<3

Jisoo

She Would be so nervous, alpha’s weren’t allowed in the delivery room

So she sat outside with your and her family while she tried her best to just relax but it wasn’t happening

Trying the peak through the window in the door only to be met with a nurse opening it and Jisoo stumbling forward in the room

Spotting you in the corner of the room, and practically running over to the two of you, the medicinals professionals getting out of her way

She would coo at her pup in you arms, eyes meeting yours in a silent ask to hold them and you just nodded as she took the pup out of your arms and into her own as she sat down next to you

One hand taking yours and rubbing her thumb of the back of it, you were so tired and she was taking care of the pup so you started to doze off

Jennie

Jennie was going mad in the corridor, pacing back and forth as she was constantly being told by the both of your family to ‘please calm down’ and ‘shes going to be fine’

Every time someone would approach her she would just growl and bare her teeth, pushing them back and going back to her pacing

She tried to open the locked delivery room door. They usually don’t lock the door, but she kept coming in and trying to fight the doctors

She would press herself again the windows to try and to get a glimpse of you, but she was dragged back by her mom to sit.

When the heard the door’s lock click she bolted to the door and eyes scanned around the room to find you, when she did she pushed the staff out of her way as she got to you

Kissing your forehead and wiping the sweat stuck hair away from your face. Checking you to smell any other alphas who got too close but didn’t find anything, she pulled back to see the pup in your arms.

Eyes full of love as she let the pup grab her finger, wrapping their tiny fingers around her finger. Sitting down on the bed, pressing against you as she continued to let the pup play with her fingers.

Chaeyoung

She was so nervous, tearing up when she was told she wasn’t allowed in the room with you. Worried about a million things, if you were okay, was the pup okay?

She was drawn out of her worries when the door was opening and the nurse took her land to lead her into the room. She shyly made her way over to you, trying to meet your eyes but landing on the pup.

Eyes widening and tears threatening to fall out, hesitantly reaching her hands out to take the pup and watching you nod in approval as she picks the pup up and stands over you

Gently rocking back and forth as she hushed the crying pup, you smiling at the two of them as you finally get some rest after a whole day of labour

Lisa

She was in shambles waiting for news about the two do you, you weren’t in the best condition, going into labour a week early and being so unprepared

She was rushing you to the hospital and being dragged away from you, nearly ripping the head off the security guard. Her family restraining her in the waiting room as she grumbled and growled st anyone who tried to comfort her

She was eventually allowed in and pushed and shoved everyone out of the way until she was met with the sight of you, sweating, flushed and holding her pup.

She was on the verge of tears and leant forward to whispers praises in your ear as she held your jaw, kissing your lips so gently.

Standing back up and beaming with pride at her pup and you. She didn’t dare take her pup, letting you hold them and kissing your cheek over and over again as she whispered how proud she was of you

#Alpha!blackpink #Blackpink imagine #blackpink x fem reader #Lisa x reader #Jennie x reader #park chaeyoung x female reader #jisoo x reader

[biscuitblinkeu]

Are you hurt? [5]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader

Word Count: 2314~

ToSumUp: Lots of surprises in one day, yes? You don’t get quite the warm welcome coming home from grocery shopping.

A/N: Chapter dedicated to my anon, happy birthday! I hope you have a wonderful day and enjoy the chapter <3 Also, just wanna say thank you guys for being patient and for all the nice comments! P.S this chapter was supposed to be way longer but I had to cut it off because I wasn’t gonna finish the gaps at the end before Anon’s bday ended 😭

Rosie was asleep on the couch when you came home, her hair spread across the cushions like a river of flowing gold. The odd position she was in let you know she tired herself out, she even forgot there was a potato chip still in her hand. Laughing under your breath and highly amused, you fixed the cover over her. 

You felt compelled to get cameras— a recurring thought— to catch her doing something silly or find out whatever it is she does when you’re not home to end up like this. It would be similar to those pets on social media who respond to the talking animal-like object with a secret camera… and they would tilt their head in confusion or bark. 

But, again, Rosie’s not a dog. 

You shook your head, an action you hoped got rid of such thoughts (no matter how many times she reminded you of one), and situated yourself on the ground beside the couch, you stared at her face for a while, admiring her beauty. It’s something you know you’d never get used to. Your gaze dragged across the bit of freckles on her nose and cheeks, to her long eyelashes that were dark against her skin. You watched as they fluttered as she dreamt. 

A sigh left her lips, and she turned to her side, facing you. She had a soft pout shaping her lips, and you found yourself staring at them longer than you should’ve. She was so adorable asleep… What?

You blinked owlishly, heat rising to the back of your neck after realizing how creepy you were being. The last thing you wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. Just as you were about to retreat, you realized the potato chip was still nestled between her fingers, and, worried she’d crush it and make a mess, you reached out to pluck it from her hand, only for her eyes to flutter open. They were bleary, clouded with sleep, and caused a stir in your stomach. She blinked at you, a blush slowly appearing on her cheeks.

Startled, you toppled onto your elbows. “R-Rosie?“ You stammered. 

Crunch.

The crisp sound made you both look at the chip now crushed in her palm. She sat upright, now thoroughly embarrassed and wide awake. 

A smile grew on your face, and you dismissed the apologetic look she was giving you. “Here,” you said, grabbing the empty chip bag on the nightstand. “You can put that in here.”

“Did you sleep well?” You asked when she finished transferring the crumbs into the  chip bag.

Rosie nodded with a yawn, stretching her arms above her head. The action revealed more of her slender stomach and the soft curves of her waist.  It was distracting, and you quickly tore your gaze away from the sight to focus on the chip bag in your hands, thus not noticing the sly smile on her face. You played with the sides of the bag, pinching the aluminum plastic between your finger tips. She tapped your forehead to get your attention again, her brows raised in question, and mouthed How was work?

“Ah,” you said, relieved for a distraction. “It was fine— same old stuff. We have a new worker joining us, and so far she seems nice, a little clumsy though. I’m in charge of helping her out.”

She knew by now you weren’t one to love interacting with people— you would rather stand back and observe, finding interest in the actions of others, how they moved or expressed themselves. She thought that was why you were able to read her so well, how you were able to understand her despite the fact she didn’t have a voice. 

However, she didn’t know why she felt a twang to her heart at the mention of your new coworker, a feeling of unrest growing in her stomach. She felt anxious about today and didn’t know why the feeling still lingered. 

Rosie reached for your hand with a frown, noticing a bandage wrapped around your index finger. 

You looked at it, remembering your little accident earlier. “Oh, it’s nothing serious, just a shallow cut. The stapler nicked me when I was trying to refill it.” 

A staple..er? Rosie stared at you quizzically. 

“It’s a tool used to clip stacks of papers together and it’s sharp in some areas. I was refilling it when it clamped down on my finger,” you explained. 

Her mouth made an ‘O’ shape and she nodded, but you could tell she still didn’t understand. Either way, you were prepared to answer anything she asked you— who were you to deny her curiosity? 

“Are you hungry?” You asked, standing up. It’s been a while since you ate lunch, and knowing she had just woken up, she was probably hungry as well. You opened the fridge and staring back at you was a jar of mayonnaise, a single egg, a half of tomato, and two pieces of cheese. You bit the inside of your cheek, wondering how you didn’t notice the lack thereof earlier. “Looks like I’ll be going grocery shopping,” you murmured, closing the fridge. Your grandmother always told you to buy ingredients, which you took to heart, cooking your meals instead of ordering out. She also insisted you become a chef one day— which obviously didn’t happen. 

Rosie was watching you from over the couch, and when she noticed you were staring back at her she looked away, pretending to be interested in her hands. 

“Do you want to come with me?” You offered tentatively, noting her mannerisms. She definitely wanted you to ask– if the way her head whipped toward you and began to nod rapidly, if the way her eyes brightened and a smile tugged at her lips was any indication. “Then that’s settled, why don’t you put a coat on? And some warm pants.”

…

The doors to the grocery store slid open with a mute whoosh and a bell sounded out as you walked through. Rosie, still holding your hand (to which she insisted on the moment you walked out the door to make your way here), appeared shocked at the technology before staring in awe at the assortments of fruits and veggies that lined the entrance-aisle. You believed it was safe to assume she’d never seen a supermarket before, or seen this much food in one place, and it was evident that she had no idea what to do and looked quite apprehensive. But, she followed you closely behind nevertheless.

You grabbed two large baskets after realizing all the carts were being used (or missing), handing one to Rosie. "Can you hold this for me?... Thanks." You then began your journey of looking for ingredients. For tonight, you planned to fry something, perhaps chicken-- spicy chicken-- and maybe some white rice, vegetables and whatever else you find.  Your eyes fell on an aisle marked "spices," and your eyebrows furrowed, you definitely need to restock (flavorful food comes at a price, after all). Rosie seemed to realize where you were headed because she took the lead, yet peered over her shoulder every once in a while to make sure you were still there.

Every few feet Rosie would hold up an item she plucked off the shelf, and when you nodded she would put it in the basket before walking away with a smile to find something else. You simply shook your head in amusement, glad she was having fun. Figuring she would come back and find you, you moved to the next aisle slowly, so she would still be able to locate you nearby. You did this because you knew how it felt being separated from a parent in the grocery store, lost but trying not to look lost as you searched for your family, a growing sense of dread worming its way into your stomach the longer you looked.

Rosie wandered the aisles with a subtle boldness– she wasn't as uneasy as when she first walked in– looking for something else to find. She liked the smiles you would give her when she found something useful. She liked the smiles you gave her when she found something useless, too. Either way, she was on a mission. Or, maybe it wasn't a highly important mission because the moment she passed an aisle that contained brightly packaged, illustrated items, she swiftly turned and entered it. Her eyes widened, and she looked at the different packaging, with, what she believes is edible, a variety of "foods"-- all shapes and sizes. Everything looked so appealing, and she was simply dying to know what was inside. Maybe you would get it for her?

As Rosie was contemplating which package to get, she was approached by a group of guys– looking like they were in their early adult years or so, unbeknownst to her. One guy who was being jostled around and whispered to was pushed towards her, the others staying behind and snickering behind their hands. He took a deep breath, pulling his phone out his pocket.  “Hi, I think you’re really cute and wondered if I could get your number?”

No answer. 

He tried again, yet still received no answer. He looked back to his friends who merely shrugged. So he waited. They gave her a moment to see if she was just “lagging behind” but she kept staring at the packages—practically burning holes into them. But she was thinking hard. Very, very hard and intensive.  Which one should she choose when they all looked good? She’s never had this type of food, and never had to pick something out for herself, either. The servants in the palace would do it for her, not trusting her ability to pick out something that's not….”human-originated”. Would you like what she got? 

Would you smile at her again for her choice?

She wanted to know. 

Completely absorbed in this new task, Rosie took both of the packages and walked away, leaving the guy standing there dumbfounded.

“What just happened?” He murmured.

Just as you were about to go off and find Rosie, feeling that she was taking longer than usual to come back, she entered the aisle, looking very serious. She stopped in front of you. “Rosie?” You questioned, then the candy packages she held garnered your attention. “ Oh, are you interested in those? Do you want to try them? They're a little sour, but I’ll get them for you.” You smiled at her, relieved nothing bad happened, and found her behavior endearing.

You put them in the basket before informing her you were done shopping, the two of you making your way to the self-checkout. She trailed behind you like a puppy (yes, the reference again), grinning so hard her cheeks began to ache, feeling accomplished and happy beyond belief. She smiled at me again!  And she knew it was something she wanted to see a lot more, a sight that made her heart speed up.

…

You arrive home with arms with multiple bangs strung on them. You unlock the door and let Rosie in first, instructing her to put the bags on the dining table. As she’s doing that you make one trip to the kitchen with bags, put them down, then go back for the last of them. 

You’re just outside your door frame, bending down to reach for the bags, when the wind gets knocked out of you, and your arm is pulled behind your back. “What–” Your leg is swept from under you and you fall to the floor with a thud, a hiss leaving your mouth, a pounding beginning to resonate behind your skull. You groan, feeling pain throbbing where your body made contact with the ground. 

A shiny black shoe invades your vision, and you hear a woman's voice. 

“Where’s Rosé?” She demanded, and you had a feeling it was something you were expected to answer, but you didn’t have it in you to care. 

“What?” You murmured, blinking rapidly, trying to get a grip. There was a weight on your backside, keeping you down, and you figured its whoever is wearing those black shoes. Must be a tough guy.

Hah.

“Don’t play dumb, human,” came a gruff voice. Ah, so there were really two people.

"Aren't we all human here?” you mumbled, finding what he said weird. This smart comment earned you a tug on your arm, which was already pretty far pushed behind your back. You yelped.

You heard a sigh of frustration. The woman spoke again,  “Get off of her, KK.”

Just as he was removing himself off of you, rapidly approaching footsteps were heard, and a body shoved him away, running to your side. “Rosie?” You furrowed your brows. She should go back inside, you didn’t know if these people were dangerous or not. Nonetheless, she helped you sit up, and you did so with a quiet hiss, meeting her frantic eyes. She checked you over, and when she deemed you okay she whipped her head to the side and glared at the woman and her bodyguard. And what a mean glare it was; you’ve never seen that look on her. 

The feline-eyes woman appeared shocked at the action, and in a meek tone called her name. “R-Rosé? What— why are you...?” 

Why is she protecting you? Her captor. You’ve done horrible things to her. 

The woman looked unsure, confused. 

“Um…” Your uncertain voice disrupted Jennie’s train of thought and her eyes flickered to you, something akin to annoyance passing through them. She glared at you with such ferocity you thought you might actually see flames emitting from her eyes. You winced internally; you don’t even know this woman (Rosie seemed to, though) and can tell she already hated you. “You two seem to know each other, right? Why don’t you take this inside?… I don’t want to bother my neighbors.”

#biscuitblinkeu #blackpink x reader #fanfic #blackpink #rosé x reader #rosé x fem!reader #park chaeyoung x reader #park chaeyoung x fem!reader #the little mermaid.biscuit

[bitchiswild]

Us Against The World

Rosé x F! Reader Word Count:887 Warnings:none A/n:i need more music from Blackpink Requested

You and Rosie have been in a relationship for over two years now. Both of you are former members of the immensely popular girl groups Blackpink and Twice. Lately, fans have started to piece things together and are slowly realizing the depth of your connection, wondering if you're more than just close friends but actual lovers.

The suspicions among fans began to arise due to the amount of time you and Rosie spent together. Whether it's days spent in each other's company or those instances when one of you goes live on social media, the other always seems to be present in the background, fueling conspiracies and speculations.

"Here we go again," you remarked to your girlfriend as you scrolled through Twitter, encountering numerous posts speculating about your relationship. Chaeyoung glanced over, leaning in closer to take a look. "Should we just tell them?" she pondered.

You shook your head. "Nah, I think it's kind of amusing. Let's see if they can piece it together. Besides, we're not exactly hiding our relationship; they just can't figure out if we're friends or lovers," you said with a chuckle.

Chaeyoung chuckled along with you. "You're right. Let's post another picture on Instagram, something similar, and use similar captions. That'll definitely stir up some commotion," she said with a mischievous smile, reaching for her phone to find the perfect photo.

After exchanging mischievous grins, you and Chaeyoung decided on the perfect photo and crafted matching captions for your Instagram posts. The images were almost identical, capturing a candid moment of the two of you laughing together, bathed in golden sunlight. The captions were cryptic yet playful, leaving fans guessing about the true nature of your relationship.

Within moments of posting, your notifications exploded with activity. Fans immediately began dissecting every detail of the photos and captions, drawing comparisons and analyzing potential hidden meanings. The comments section quickly filled with a mix of excitement, confusion, and wild speculation.

"OMG, are they hinting at something?!" one fan exclaimed, while another wrote, "They're definitely more than just friends, look at the way they're looking at each other!" The similarities between your posts only fueled the frenzy, with fans sharing screenshots side by side, pointing out every tiny similarity and difference.

As the posts gained traction, your Instagram feeds became flooded with reactions from fans across the globe. Some were convinced that you and Chaeyoung were indeed a couple, while others argued that you were simply close friends and nothing more. The debate raged on, intensifying with each new comment and share.

Through it all, you and Chaeyoung watched the chaos unfold with amusement, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle you had created. It was a testament to the power of social media and the fervent dedication of your fans, whose imaginations ran wild as they tried to unravel the mystery of your relationship.

The day your relationship was inadvertently exposed was one for the books, filled with unexpected twists and turns that left you and Rosie both amused and slightly stunned. It happened in the picturesque city of Paris, where you were attending a prestigious fashion show as ambassadors for YSL.

What started as a quiet, romantic date that Rosie had planned turned into a whirlwind of events when an eagle-eyed fan spotted the two of you together. They followed discreetly, capturing candid moments on camera, but things took a surprising turn when they caught you and Rosie stealing a sweet kiss amidst the Parisian charm.

The fan wasted no time in sharing the incriminating evidence on Twitter, setting off a chain reaction that sent shockwaves through social media and beyond. The photos and videos quickly went viral, sparking a frenzy of speculation and discussion among fans and even grabbing the attention of local news outlets.

In the midst of the swirling emotions and intense scrutiny that followed the exposure of your relationship, you and Rosie found solace in each other's presence. As you retreated to the privacy of your shared space, the weight of the world seemed to lift off your shoulders, replaced by a sense of calm and reassurance.

"I can't believe how crazy things have gotten," Rosie remarked, her voice tinged with disbelief as she scrolled through the endless stream of comments on her phone.

You nodded in agreement, wrapping your arms around her in a comforting embrace. "I know, it's overwhelming. But we'll get through this together," you reassured her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Despite the mixed reactions from fans and the media, you and Rosie remained steadfast in your commitment to each other. As you navigated the tumultuous waters of public scrutiny, you found strength in each other's unwavering support and love.

"It's like a rollercoaster ride," Rosie mused, a hint of amusement in her voice as she leaned into your embrace.

You chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. "Yeah, but at least we're in it together," you replied, smiling warmly at her.

In the face of adversity, your bond with Rosie only grew stronger, a beacon of light guiding you through the darkest of times. And as you weathered the storm of mixed emotions together, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would always have each other's backs. It was the two of you against the world.

#bitchiswild #BIW.WRITES #park chaeyoung x reader #blackpink chaeyoung #chaeyoung x reader #park chaeyoung #roseanne park x reader #rosé x reader #blackpink rosé #roseanne park #blackpink imagines #blackpink fanfiction #blackpink #blackpink x fem reader #blackpink x reader

[crystylecore]

pov: cozy christmas at home with rosé

#pov: rosé as your girlfriend #blackpink #bp #blackpink rosé #rosé blackpink #rosé #roseanne park #park chaeyoung #rosé x reader #rosé x female reader #rosé x fem reader #rosé x you

[insomniakisses]

Pegging You Reaction

Idol: Blackpink

Reader type: alpha, reader has dick but otherwise afab anatomy, g/n reader

Warnings/Notes: smut, omegaverse au, Alpha x alpha

Doesn’t want to fuck ur ass but does have toys

Has you sit on a vibrating dildo as she rides you

Makes out with you as she rides you

Either kissing you or marking your neck with kisses and bites

Your not aloud to cum till she says

She cums twice before she lets you finally cum

Once you do she’ll pull you into the shower and probably suck you off

Less fucking you more cockwarming

Makes you sit on her cock and lean into her as she holds a vibrator to your tip

Makes sure to jerk your cock with her other hand

Every time you moan extra loud she grinds against your ass

You end up a panting mess with cum everywhere shouting “mommy” as she pushes down on your tip with the vibrator, holding you in place by the base of your cock.

“C’mon puppy cum once more for me”

Has you kneel on the floor and suck her off as she stands over you first

“Make mommy cum and I’ll fuck your ass for you baby”

When she cums she pushes your head down to take her cock deeper

Only releases you when she comes down from her high

Then has you bend over the arm of the couch as she fucks into you

Calls the girls out to watch and tease you

If you cum before she says you can end up tied to a chair for the others to play with while she watches

So eager to try it

Buys plenty of lube for her big cock

Preps you with her mouth and fingers before sliding her cock in

Bottoms out and waits for you to adjust before picking up speed

Fucks into you hard and fast till your both cumming

Only stops when you’ve both got nothing left in ur balls

Runs you a bath to relax in and orders food after

#blackpink #blackpink x reader #blackpink smut #blackpink x fem reader #blackpink imagines #blackpink reactions #kim jisoo #jisoo x reader #jisoo imagines #jisoo smut #kim jennie #jennie x reader #jennie imagines #jennie smut #park chaeyoung #chaeyoung x reader #chaeyoung imagines #rosie #rosie x reader #rosie imagines #rosie smut #chaeyoung smut #lisa monoban #lisa x reader #lisa imagine #lisa smut #alpha x alpha #alpha reader

[kpopsmut18]

Blackpink as subs/bottoms

Jisoo

Jisoo is more of a power bottom to me Like she would want to be bottom but also tell you how to please her. She would love if you'd use vibrators on her, teasing her puffy clit spreading her wetness everywhere on your fingers. Likes teasing but not to much teasing or she will end up getting frustrated and try and take control a little bit but she is not much of a top so it wouldn't be hard to put her back in her place. Punishing her would surprisingly be very often since she thinks she can take control whenever she wants. Punishing her would definitely be with overstimulation if she wants to be pleased so much why not please her until it's to much for her to take. She will be begging you to stop after the first hour and a half. Sweat dripping down her forehead. As she is let down from her 6th high.

Jennie

Jennie to me is definitely a bratty bottom. She loves to make you mad or jealous. So when you get home you can punish her. She loves to send you either nude pics or pics of her in langarie doing a pose. Her favorite things to do with you in bed is probably scoring. She loves to feel your clit against hers and to have your body so close. Her favorite punishment thing to do with you in bed is definitely spanking. She wants you to spank her until her ass is bright red. She is just a kinky little fuck that love's to be punished. So when punishing her you will give her the exact opposite of what she wants. To the point she is begging you to at least touch her clit once. After she can't take no more she will apologize over and over again so sensitive to the touch she could probably come over again at the slightest move or touch.

Rosé

Rosé strikes me as a very kinky bottom like she is up to doing anything new with you. You want to try something new she will be ready as long as she is making you feel happy and you are making her feel good. She will probably be into BDSM. Like the kind where she is fully tired down to the bed with ropes. A divider keeping her legs open wide with a gag in her mouth and teary eyes waiting for you to touch her. If she was getting this as punishment for acting up you would edge her plenty of time promising the next round you would let her cum but you never do. Making her sore from fingering and toys let's just say she will have a hard time waking the day after.

Lisa

Lisa is most definitely a soft bottom. Sometimes she can even a little bit of a pillow princess. Only caring about herself and herself only but later on she would feel bad and want to give you pleasure. She will do anything you tell her she is a pleaser to you, you had a rough day and want to be eaten out she would be right there waiting for you by the couch. If you had to punish her which wouldn't be very often ever once in a blue moon. even though you are punishing her make sure to praise her as well. To let her know she is doing a good job at taking what you give her.

#jennierubyjane #blackpink #kim jisoo #park chaeyoung #lalisa manoban #gg smut #fem reader #fem reader x Blackpink #gxg smut

[abandoned-anemoia]

Twice Relationship Moodboard

☯ Pairing: twice x fem ☯ Genre: idk man but I need it ☯ Warnings: mentions of food ☯ A/N: Please Let me know if I need to add any warnings! ☯Disclaimer: None of my work represents any of the idols included in any way. This is merely fictional and all based on my opinion as a joke! I have nothing against any of these idols and love them all dearly.

❥˙Nayeon

❥˙Jeongyeon

❥˙Momo

❥˙Sana

❥˙Jihyo

❥˙Mina

❥˙Dahyun

❥˙Chaeyoung

❥˙Tzuyu

#im nayeon #twice #park jihyo #yoo jeongyeon #hirai momo #minatozaki sana #myoui mina #kim dahyun #son chaeyoung #chou tzuyu #twice moodboard #twice x reader #twice x fem reader