#lisa imagine

[the-fangirl-lorax]

Empty Bed.

Request: Can I request a BP!Lisa oneshot where you and Lisa are face timing. She's very tired, but refuses to sleep cause she wants to talk to you so bad? Last thing she says before she knocks out is don't hangup cause she misses sleeping with you? 

“I miss you,” she whispers sleepily. You couldn’t help but smile at her adorable tired state. The girls were doing some promotions in Japan and this had been the first time in a nearly two weeks that the two of you had finally gotten the chance to talk to one another, even if it was really late and the both of you were really tired. 

“Lisa you’re exhausted, you should really go to sleep,” you said with a yawn. Lisa stared at you fondly through her phone screen. 

“But I want to talk to you Y/N,” she whined. 

“I want to talk to you too love but it’s kinda hard to if you can barely keep your eyes open,” you teased and Lisa pouted cutely. 

“I’m going to hang up now I’ll ca-” 

“No! Don’t you dare hang up!” Lisa interrupted. She gave you a warning look as you moved your finger towards your phone screen. 

“Lisa you have to-” 

“Nope! No! I don’t have to do anything except keep talking to the love of my life,” she insisted with a nod of her head.

That got you. Your eyes quite possibly had hearts in them as you looked lovingly at your sweet girlfriend. It was things like this that made it all worth it. It could get really hard being apart from her so often but hearing her say things like that made you remember why you held on. 

“Ugh fine I give in.” 

“Good,” she laughed happily, “But you’re right, I am tired.” 

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” you sarcastically replied, to which Lisa rolled her eyes. 

“Shut up,” she laughed and you simply smiled at her. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, both beyond exhaustion at this point after a hectic couple days.  

“Lisa you’re literally half asleep, we can always try again tomorrow,” you reminded her, still trying your best to reason with your stubborn girlfriend. 

“How about we both go to sleep but don’t hang up?” You raised an eyebrow in confusion and she smiled shyly. 

“It’s just..” You gave her an encouraging look and Lisa shrugged as her eyes closed slowly. 

“I miss sleeping with you. It’s so weird not having you beside me,” she mumbled quietly as sleep finally started to take her. 

“Don’t worry love, I’ll stay on as long as you want me too,” you promised as you too settled down to sleep. 

“I love you Y/N.” 

“I love you too Lisa.”

A/N: For those of you who would like to read more of my stuff, my masterlist is linked in my description and not at the end of this post because posts with links to other posts no longer show up in the tags.

[writingblackpink]

Fire Burning (On the Dance Floor)

Chapter Two: Light the Fire

read chapter 1 here

genre: still a bit angsty

word count: 1.7k

pairing: lisa x reader

A/N: Here's chapter two hehe. This one is from Lisa's perspective starting from the first solo practice so it's a bit introspective and there's not a lot of big plot movement. But I felt like it was important to include this information so here it is! I have a few more chapters planned so stay tuned. Also excuse any errors or typos...I'm finishing this at 1:30 am and don't feel like proofing it tonight lol.

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Lisa stepped into the practice room, dropping her bag with a casual thud. You didn’t turn around. 

Figures. 

She kept her tone neutral. “Hey”.

No response beyond a distracted hum. She watched you fiddle with the stereo, jaw tense, movements stiff. You were pissed, probably at her again. Part of her liked that. Maybe too much. 

She leaned against the wall, watching you with veiled curiosity. You were composed—too composed—but she could see the irritation just beneath your skin. It made her smirk. Not because she hated you. Not because she thought she was better. But because she liked pulling at people’s threads until something unraveled. Especially yours. 

You were the first choreographer she’d met in a while who didn’t tiptoe around her status. The others either idolized her or resented her. You? Neither. You just…pushed back, and that was interesting. Dangerous, but interesting. 

Lisa watched the way your fingers glided over the stereo controls, the way your posture changed the moment you realized she was close. You never looked at her for too long. Your touches lingered when you adjusted her arms or corrected her form, but your eyes never quite met hers. It drove Lisa insane. 

She wasn’t sure when it had started—this quiet obsession with seeing you flustered. At first, she just wanted to challenge you. She liked provoking people. But then there was that moment yesterday, during the group rehearsal, when your hand slipped on her waist to fix her angle, and it stayed there. Barely a second too long, not even enough time to call you out on it. That second had lived rent-free in Lisa’s head all night. 

So today, she wanted to see how far she could push. 

She let you walk her through the routine, biting her tongue despite the million ideas in her head. You were good—precise, strong, clear. But she couldn’t help noticing how you avoided her eyes every time your hand touched her shoulder, or brushed against her thigh to adjust her stance. 

That’s when she knew you felt it too. 

Still, she played it cool. Waited until the routine was clean. Until the room was heavy with everything unsaid. Then she opened her mouth and dropped the line, just to see you twitch: “You know, I’m thinking this whole section could be better…”

There it was—the shift. Your eyes glazed over like you were dissociating just to get through her feedback. She half-expected you to blow up, finally snap. Instead, you stayed quiet, jaw clenched. 

Lisa swallowed hard. The way tension coiled around your body when you were angry was intoxicating. She didn’t know what this was. Attraction? Power play? Maybe both. She didn’t care. She just wanted more of it. 

When you lunged at her—when your hand gripped her wrists—it was pure reflex for her to go with it. The fall was clumsy but soft. Lisa’s body hit the ground beneath yours, and her breath caught in her throat. You were on her. Not metaphorically. Not in her head. Literally—heat, limbs, weight, and confusion all tangled together. 

Lisa froze, lips parted, watching you process it. You looked terrified. Then intrigued. Then terrified again. The fact that you didn’t immediately move off of her told her everything she needed to know. 

Lisa’s brain screamed kiss me, so her mouth took the risk: “Why don’t you just kiss me already, Y/N. I see the way you look at me during practice. I feel the way your touch lingers just a little too long. So why don’t you just–”

It was meant to provoke, but part of her didn’t expect you to give in so easily. When you kissed her, it wasn’t gentle, it was desperate. Rough and hurried and too much and not enough, all at once. And Lisa—oh god—kissed you back because of course she did. Because that’s what she’d been trying to make happen this whole time. 

And then it was over way too fast. You looked like the ground had opened up under you, or that you wished it would. Lisa could see it in your eyes. She lay there, stunned, watching you panic, watching you try to pace your way out of what just happened. She wanted to say something. Something like, “don’t go, I didn’t mean it like that. Or maybe I did, but not in a bad way.” But the words stuck stubbornly in her throat. 

“Y/N, wait a minute—”

Too late. You were gone. Lisa stared at the door for a long time after it closed. Her wrist tingled where you’d held her. Her mouth still tasted like yours. 

She smiled to herself. This wasn’t over. Not even close. 

–

That night, Lisa lay flat on her bed, earbuds in but no music playing. The screen of her phone lit up every few minutes—messages from the group chat, from stylists, from her manager, but none of them mattered. 

All she could think about was you. 

The way your mouth crashed into hers. The way your body had pinned her down. How stunned you looked afterward, like you hadn’t meant to want it—hadn’t meant to enjoy it. 

Lisa turned onto her side, on arm flung across her face to block out the dim bedside light. Her skin was still buzzing. She couldn’t stop replaying it. The look in your eyes when you’d realized what you’d done, the way you fled. 

It may have been a mistake to push you that far, but she couldn’t deny how much she’d wanted it. How much she’d been wanting it. All week. Every time you corrected her posture or gave her a short, sharp nod of approval. Every time you held back a sigh of frustration. Lisa liked seeing how close she could ge to your limits—liked the challenge of it. 

She didn’t mean for it to turn her on. But it had. 

Hell, she didn’t even mean for the teasing to go that far. When she’d whispered, “Maybe you should just be better at your job,” she half-expected you to slap her. Instead, you kissed her like you wanted to swallow the words whole. Lisa kissed you back like she wanted to lose the fight. 

She groaned into her pillow. This was so messy. She was going to see you again tomorrow. What if you reported her? What if you didn’t even show up? Worse, what if you did and pretended like nothing happened? 

The thought made her feel queasy. She tossed and turned all night, her mind not going quiet long enough to catch any rest. 

–

Jennie was nursing a cup of coffee at the kitchen counter, hair tied up, scrolling through her phone when Lisa dragged herself in and collapsed into the seat across from her. 

Jennie looked up and blinked. “Why do you look like you haven’t slept?” 

Lisa rubbed her face and looked up. Jennie caught a glance of her sleepless, red eyes as she did. 

“Because I haven’t,” she almost groaned out. 

“Nightmare?” Jennie asked. 

Lisa paused, tilted her head in thought. “Something like that.” 

Jennie immediately sensed the weight behind Lisa’s deflection. “What happened?” 

Lisa still didn’t answer right away. She pulled at the loose strings on her old t-shirt, staring at the marbling in the countertop. She figured it wouldn’t hurt to get a second opinion about this.

“Do you ever mess with someone just to get a reaction out of them?” 

Jennie paused, narrowed her eyes before responding. “Like…joking around?”

Lisa hesitated, shaking her head. “No. Like…I don’t know how to explain this without sounding insane.”

“Lisa-yah, you know you can tell me anything, right?” 

Thinking it over, she gave in. “Okay…” she drug out the last syllable. “Like you know it’s going to get under their skin, but you keep doing it anyways, because you want to see how they’ll break.” 

Jennie set her mug down on the counter slowly. “Depends. Are you doing it because you hate them? Or because you like them?” 

Lisa didn’t respond right away. 

Jennie’s eyes widened slightly. 

“Wait, is this about Y/N?”

Lisa flinched. Too late. She had wondered if anyone had picked up on the tension between you two, and this was validation that yes, she was being very obvious. 

Lisa sighed. “She’s just…she’s so stubborn. And controlled. It’s like everything she says is locked behind this wall. But when I challenge her, she slips. And that’s when she’s the most—” 

She stopped, worried she’d already said too much. The words sliding out before her brain had a chance to stop them. 

Jennie prodded anyways, because of course she wasn’t going to let Lisa off easy. “The most…?” 

“...Alive,” Lisa finished quietly. “She gets mad, but it’s not bad. It’s more like…passionate.” 

Jennie studied her for a second, then blinked. She’d always been good at reading her members, and Lisa was not an exception. “You like her.” 

Lisa groaned. “I kissed her.” 

Jennie choked on her coffee. “You what?” 

“She kissed me first,” Lisa corrected quickly. “But I kissed her back. It just—happened. And now I don’t know what to do because she ran out right after, and we have to rehearse again today, and I think I completely screwed everything up.” 

Jennie blinked again, slower this time. Lisa could tell she was putting the pieces together in her mind. 

“So let me get this straight. You bullied our choreographer into a kiss and now you’re shocked that she’s spiraling?” 

Lisa scoffed, burying her face in her arms on the counter. “I didn’t bully her. I just—ugh.” 

Jennie snorted, and then softened, reading Lisa’s dilemma. “Okay, okay. Look. You clearly like her. And I knew something was up with the way you two were constantly tense around each other.” 

Lisa peeked up slightly. “What am I supposed to do?” 

Jennie shrugged. “You have two options: act like it didn’t happen, and stay miserable. Or talk to her, like a grown adult. Maybe apologize for being a brat. 

Lisa wrinkled her nose. “I’m not good at that.” 

“Yeah, well,” Jennie said. “It’s either that or you both keep spiraling.” 

Lisa always went to Jennie for advice because she gave it the best. This time, she was more interested in testing her own methods first.

[purecantarella]

No Touching

not much to say, i hope you lovelies enjoy!! lisa manoban x reader disclaimer/s : smut. a failed attempt at roleplay but i think i got it...? i suggest going to look for fluffier or angstier content.

Cheers echo throughout the modified practice room with Lisa leaning up against the cold metal pole, panting with a proud smile on her lips as her members scream and shout. Even a proud clap from their choreographer. She beams with delight before bowing low.

"You looked hot Lisa! The blinks are going to love it!" Rosé pipes up before slipping the dancer a cold bottle of water. She presses it against her own skin, enjoying the cool feeling it brought her.

Jennie sauntered up with a cheeky and gummy smirk. "I know just who else may like it."

Lisa flushes at the thought of you, her girlfriend, seeing her performance. She was fully aware of how you'd look at her, how much you'd want her, just how impatient you would be. She bites her lip at the thought of you brash hands manhandling her right there and then when the other girls snicker to themselves seeing the aroused flush on her face.

"We're gonna let you get home to her then..." Rosé throws as she plucks her and Jisoo's bags from the ground as an idea dawns on the dancer. She looks up to the group's choreographer who is staring at her phone.

She hops up to the choreographer with an innocent smile, "Unnie?" The older woman hums before looking up at the dancer with a quirked brow. "Is this room available for the next four hours or so?"

"Four hours?!" Jennie calls from beside the other members.

You walk into Blackpink's regular practice room upon Lisa's sudden request. Claiming she wanted to show you her new choreography for the concert, you dashed there as soon as you could.

"Lali? Princess?" You call out in the dark room. You're sure you're in the right room, Money plays faintly in the background of the dimly lit room as you eye the pole in the middle of the room. Quirking a brow, you continue into the room, looking around for your girlfriend, the other girls, or even staff.

Your heart jumps into your throat as you watch your girlfriend, in nothing but a black bralette and a pair of skimpy shorts. Unable to control your eyes from taking in her tight stomach, the dip of her chest and you're practically drooling at the sight. A grin falls on your face, "So that's why you asked me here, Lali."

As your hand reaches to pull her by the waist, she slaps your hand away looking almost offended. "If you don't want to get in trouble with my manager, I suggest you keep your hands off." Your ears turn hot as you look around frantically for her manager to be sitting somewhere behind you. "Is your manager—"

"And my name is Lily, I don't know this Lali you're talking about." Again, the familiar brown orbs are laced in a cold exterior and a dark lust. Lily then pulls you by your collar, pushing you towards the back of the room where the couch is before shoving you onto the plush of the seat. "And I am not your princess."

You feel your pants get incredibly hot as she turns around, taking slow and counted steps towards the pole in the center of the room, her hips swaying to the beat. When she does reach the pole, she strokes the metal slowly, her eyes never breaking from yours, "You paid for a private show, didn't you?"

Your mouth is dry as you catch onto what she's playing at, you gulp whatever's spit is left in your mouth harshly only making her smirk as her long, muscular leg wraps around the cool rod, confidence and desire filling her gaze.

"You liked my performance that much?" She rasps as she mounts the pole, circling around it as her hair falls gracefully behind her. You watch her entire body tighten trying to keep herself from falling, her muscles are tense and it makes you go wild seeing just how fit your girlfriend was. "It's hard to not be impressed...especially when you look and move the way you do, miss Lily."

The dancer smiles as you play along, her leg drops and stabilizes itself on the ground as on leg still remains wrapped around the pole. Her shorts rile up so high that you see most of her ass and get a peak at her dark panties. You tilt your head to the side to get a better look at how the fabric clings to her cunt, pulled up so tight that you could see the outline of her center.

Biting your lip you mutter to yourself, "Holy shit she's hot."

Lisa, still in character, smiles sinfully before pulling her other leg down, strutting back to you. Her voice low as she says, "You really think so?" Her hands corner you into your seat, your breath hitching as her chest peeks out at you. The dancer leans forward, pressing her lips to your ear as her voice drops to an even lower octave, "Then maybe I can bend the rules...just this once."

Your voice trembles as your hand ghosts her waist, begging to pull her closer to you. She eyes your hand before pushing it away, "I never said you could touch me. But..." She lifts her knee up to your own needy center, rutting it into you. You gasp at the sudden contact as your eyes fall slightly, your hand grabbing her waist to which she tuts.

She pulls away, much to your dismay, to tug her shorts off slowly and still oddly on beat to the song. 'She's really committing to the bit...' You think to yourself before she takes the flimsy fabric behind you, smiling faux-innocently as she ties your hands together. "I need to make sure you don't man-handle me with those beautiful hands of yours..." She pauses and laughs against your neck, making you shudder as her breath tickles you.

"That's for another time, no?" You nod helplessly, "This time is free just because your so cute but next time you have to pay extra for this." You breathe a moan as she rolls her leg along your cunt. You move your hips, chasing her leg for the friction to get you off only for her to pull away. "Getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we, stranger?"

You smile sarcastically as you writhe against the cloth around your wrists. She pats your cheek as she lifts her leg to straddle your hips, "If I'm going to break the rules, I want you to work for it, stranger." Your neck strains from you far you were leaning out to just be centimeters short. "You're in for it, princess."

"Sorry, but you're just going to have to sit through aaaaall of this, stranger." Her hand is on the hook of her bra as you ogle at her all over again, straining harder in your seat as she exposes her perky chest to you. Lisa giggles at your expression, breaking her meticulously kept character for a moment, "Tonight is going to be so fun for me."

and im going to hell...also im imagining being at the bp concert and watching lisa dance to money while getting on that pole. i think i would faint then and there and just hope that lisa would be the last image in my head before i died HAHAHAH anywayyy i hope you lovelies enjoyed this and im sorry for missing yesterday, meetings and classes hit me like a speeding truck and by the end of the day i just wanted to cry but here you go!! i hope you're all taking care of yourselves, i love you all so, so much and i will see you all tomorrow (or the day after we'll see) - r

[jinlias]

you don’t know how long it’s been since she’s been gone, but the lack of warmth forces you to start your day. walking to the living room, you spot her, sitting at the dining table with her laptop spread wide open.

“hi” you press a kiss to her cheek and wrap your arms around her shoulders from behind her. lisa only hums and pecks your forearm, caressing your skin with her thumb. “li” you use the tip of your finger to poke her shoulder, but no budge.

“give me just a second hon”

“babe” you poke again “I won’t stop poking you until you pay attention to me.”

“ahh” lisa sighs, closing her laptop shut and turning around to face you as she leaves the chair “you’re a little shit” she begins “but you’re my little shit, let’s make you some breakfast”

“walk love to the park later?” walking closer, you wrap your arms around her waist as she gets out the necessary ingredients to make the scallion pancakes batter.

“sure” lisa smiles and pecks your lips, letting herself look at your for a second. she loves admiring you this time of day, your hair still tousled even if she knows you tried to tame it running your hands through it. your eyes still squinting and adjusting to light, clingy from the lack of warmth for the last few hours. she hasn’t had enough of you, she never could, but she promised breakfast minutes ago and if she loves anything more than looking at you just as you wake, is watching you eat something she made for you.

[blu-joons]

BEST FRIEND BLACKPINK A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Lalisa Manoban

A ⇴ ATTENTION

A lot of the time Lisa will subtly pay attention to you. She lets you do your own thing, but at the same time, if you’re around then she’ll be glancing, just to make sure that you’re doing alright and smiling.

B ⇴ BICKER

Both of you like to think that you’re above bickering, but if you’re honest, you know you’re not. You try and hold yourselves back, but once one of you passes the first comment, the second comment soon follows from the other person as they refuse to back down when it comes to bickering together.

C ⇴ COMFORT

There’s very little that Lisa hates more than the sight of you upset, if you’re hurting, it usually makes her hurt too. She can’t help but be upset for you quite a lot of the time, finding it pretty easy to put herself in your shoes as she tries to figure out the right thing to do in order to be able to cheer you up again.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

Neither of you really disagree with the other that much, you’re both pretty carefree and tend to just go with the flow a lot of the time without so much as raising your voice at one another. Most of the time, stress was a factor in your disagreements as it would usually be when one of you was a little bit agitated and unable to switch off and decided that you wanted to snap at the other person instead.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

It took a little bit of time for the two of you to really get to know one another as you were both pretty guarded around the other. It was a case of taking things slowly for you both when you first met, keeping your cards close to your chest and then slowly playing them one by one. It was something that you laughed about now wondering why you ever so guarded around one another when you met.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Lisa’s family asked after you a lot, as they very rarely got to see you in person, like they did Lisa, they’d often ask her how you were getting on. You would be wrapped up for ages in conversations as everyone caught up with you, and once you were done, you’d have everyone still sat around you too as they got to catch up with you and Lisa too and hear about all of the fun things that you had done together.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

There isn’t much of a care for you both as to what you do when you meet up, all you really ever worry about is being careful. If you want to head out, then you don’t let anything stop you, but you both still are wary of what could be around you, and who might want to get a little too in your faces as well.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of staying up late into the night and talking to each other, forgetting about sleep. Once you got started, you struggled to stop as you had so much to talk about with one another, it would only be when one of you fell asleep when replying that you’d eventually both go to sleep.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

It surprised a lot of people as to just how many inside jokes the two of you had, as you were quieter when you were with others. You kept your jokes pretty private between yourselves, they were things that you only talked about when you were alone so that no one else could know about any of them.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

There was definitely a sensitive side to Lisa when other people were around you, she hated when your other friends tried to be too much or push her aside. She didn’t want to be the loud one or the one that craved the attention, but she struggled not to whenever someone tried to be your best friend. All Lisa wanted was for people to know their place, and with you, that was stood right behind her.

K ⇴ KICKS

Lisa got a kick out of laughing around you, most of the time with you, but sometimes she couldn’t help but laugh at you. She would try her best to hold in her snigger when you did something that made Lisa chuckle, but eventually her snigger would escape, leaving you a little flustered that she’d spotted you.

L ⇴ LOVE

She loved how well the two of you worked as a team, together or apart. You knew and appreciated when Lisa wanted space and independence, but at the same time you knew when she wanted you around and when she needed you to help distract her for a bit. It was handy for you both as when you gave each other space, it meant that you had plenty to catch up on whenever you finally reunited again.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met when you were working at an event and bumped into Lisa whilst walking around. It was you who struck up a bit of conversation first as you both felt a little awkward around such a loud crowd, finding comfort in the fact that neither of you really wanted to be there that night.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

If there was one thing that was a guarantee for Lisa with you, it was how relaxed she felt, and therefore her nonsense side came out quite a lot when she was able to be silly and relax for a little while.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Lisa was obsessed with how caring you were and how well you got the things that she did. You knew her inside out and always knew how to look after her or how to help her out when she needed that too.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

The moments that meant the most to Lisa were the first ones when you reunited after spending some time apart. That feeling of showing up at your door after being on tour or meeting up with you after a holiday never got old for Lisa, whenever she wasn’t around you, things just didn’t quite feel right.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

It takes a lot for Lisa to ask for help, and so when she does, you know just how desperate she is. If she asks you for help, you make sure to be there for her and let her know that it doesn’t matter if she needs to rely on you.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Kept in her phone is an album of photos specifically labelled for photos of the two of you. There were thousands of photos hidden away, some that Lisa had taken without even telling you that she had done too, so that you had plenty of memories captured to hopefully look back over one day together as well.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

Your support was a huge deal for Lisa, whenever she was doubting herself or feeling uncertain, a pep talk from you went a long way. You knew exactly the sort of things that Lisa wanted to hear when she was having a rough time with her confidence or worrying that she wasn’t doing the job well enough.

T ⇴ TRIPS

More than anywhere else in the world, when Lisa had the chance, the one place that she wanted to take you was home. She could hardly wait to show you where she grew up and introduce you to her family too.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

There was no one who got Lisa better than you, and that understanding of her that you had was something that meant a lot to her.

V ⇴ VISITS

Out of the two of you, you were the one that visited Lisa more to spend time with her. She liked to be independent and refuse that she needed visiting, but you knew differently and how much it really meant to her.

W ⇴ WISDOM

It often left you surprised how good Lisa was with advice, she just seemed to know what to say and understand just about any situation.

X ⇴ XXXX

Usually when the two of you were affectionate with each other it was when you were winding each other up. Pranks, or other mischievous tasks would lead to affection as you tried to get at the other person.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were her everything, you’d been by Lisa’s side through all the ups and the downs.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Most of the time, you’ll stay at Lisa’s whenever the two of you hang out. She quite likes to be in her own space as sleep is so important to her, and so you’ll be left to decide whether to take the couch or not.

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Masterlist

[dreampicss]

✧ SET 2 | LISA during the UEFA Champions League 2023/24 at Parc des Princes on November 28, 2023 in Paris, France

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[multidoluv]

IMAGINE → BLACKPINK : LISA

Imagine Lisa, the head of a mafia and your partner, getting jealous when you flirt with the guests at an event. Without saying a word, she returns alone to the grand house you share, waiting for your arrival to let out all her anger.

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[tzuyusluv]

❥ Lisa Fluff Alphabet

Affection ⇒ Affection is something that is constant in your relationship. Wether it be a piggyback ride or having each others arms around the others neck or waist. Lisa is always somehow touching you.

Beauty ⇒ She finds beauty in your kindness. He adores the fact you have unlimited kindness towards everyone.

Cuddles ⇒ Something she needs everyday, especially after practice. Her favorite position is the spoon and it’s 50/50 on wether she’s small or big spoon.

Domestic ⇒ Probably the least domestic member. You’ll do the dishes together or chores together but out of the four girls, she’s definitely the last to settle down.

Equal ⇒ Everything is pretty equal in your relationship. I can’t see her doing anything other than 50/50.

Fiance(e) ⇒ Not soon at all. She wants to focus on her career and her relationship with you while balancing the both of them. It’s more likely to happen if Blackpink didn’t have a comeback soon and if you were in a relationship for a long time.

Gentle ⇒ She can be more rough. Especially when she’s has a bad day. She’s needs to be alone during that time and if you push it, she might raise her voice a little.

Hugs ⇒ Her hugs are filled with emotion. Though she likes to be the one to be hugged.

Inspiration ⇒ You’re definitely an inspiration towards her. Wether it be including a dance move that you liked or her including subtle hints about you in some lyrics.

Jealousy ⇒ She’s pretty jealous. If you compliment someone else, she will ask for one as well. She tries to control it but sometimes she needs you focused on just her.

Kisses ⇒ A passionate kisser. While she likes pecks, she loves a good passionate kiss that includes a lot of emotion. She adores kisses especially after coming home from tour.

Love Confessions ⇒ Not big on saying ‘I love you’ out loud but saying it through actions. Like washing the dishes after you’ve had a long day or making sure your favorite blanket is warm just in time for bed.

Mornings ⇒ You might not see her in the mornings. Especially if she has a schedule that day. She likes to get an early start.

Nights ⇒ Nights are a great way for everyone to wind down. You cook dinner together and follow a similar routine of saying goodnight to the pets and talking about your day together in the bed.

Open ⇒ I think she would be a pretty open person especially if you’re someone who she trusts. I think it would take a little bit to gain her trust but once you do, she’s all in.

Patience ⇒ Not a patient person, especially if she’s in teacher mode. She’s a perfectionist and someone who likes things done fast.

Quizzes ⇒ She does remember a lot of things about you. I think she would be very good at it but it would be a 50/50 when she’s had a long day or got back from tour.

Remember ⇒ Teaching you how to dance to her solos. The fact you expressed an interest in it, her heart exploded with love.

Security ⇒ She likes to be the one protected than be the one protecting. She wants to know that you love her and the best way to show that is to be protective of her.

Try ⇒ She does try a whole lot! Though she does expect it in return so if you don’t try with things like anniversaries, she’ll start to not try as well.

Ugly ⇒ Someone who doesn’t have kindness towards anything. If you ignore an animal in the rain or an elderly person needed help, she instantly thinks you aren’t attractive.

Vanity ⇒ She does have to put some effort into her looks but when it’s just you two at home, she will be bare faced and hair kinda messy.

Whole ⇒ She doesn’t want to because she’s independent. She wants to feel whole with just herself.

Xtra ⇒ Loves when her cats or dogs cuddle up towards you. It shows that they trust you and love you. She thinks that it’s the biggest accomplishment someone could have.

Yuck ⇒ Probably being a perfectionist. She will not stop doing something until it’s perfect and up to her standards.

Zzz ⇒ Likes to have the animals near or on your bed. It makes her feel like a little family.

[multidol]

IMAGINA → BLACKPINK : LISA

Imagina que Lisa, jefa de una mafia y tu pareja, se pone celosa cuando en un evento coqueteas con los invitados. Sin decir nada, regresa sola a la gran casa que comparten y espera tu llegada para dejar salir todo su enojo.

GIF: ? ‧ ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ‧ masterlist

[sorrymaybenextime]

⠀⠀  ㅤׂ 𓇼 ִ ۫ ㅤ○● ♡●○ㅤ ִ ⋆Rich Girl~

[let-them-read-fics]

Youth With You

Pairing: Lisa x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 3,113

HC Count: 31

This is a mix between headcanons and a one shot

Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff, Little Hot & Heavy, (Public) Teasing, Happy Ending

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

A/N: Hey everyone! Here’s my first writing for Lisa; I’m pretty proud of it! Feel free to let me know what you think. Happy reading, I hope you enjoy!

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Becoming a new trainee was terrifying in every sense of the word. The media, the practices, the tests -- everything. 3 months into your coaching, however, things hit an all time high: you gained the opportunity to enter the competition Youth With You, as an independent trainee. Your freedom and right to expression was important to you, so it wasn’t an accident that you were going in independently. A company would only put pressure and bans on you, restricting your creativity and keeping you from being your most authentic self.

Finding out that Lisa was a mentor only made your nerves worse; at the same time, though, you’d never been more excited for something in your whole life.

Having friends in the industry proved to be an important factor as you prepped for the show. Producers and managers gave you advice, knowing exactly what each of the teachers looked for and demanded from their groups. You worked tirelessly to ready yourself for the whirlwind that was sure to come.

When you arrive at the production building, you’re in awe; the interior is ginormous, with insanely high ceilings and huge doors. Everything is coated in various colors, all of them pristine and beautiful. The labyrinth of halls that winds throughout the building before you is quite intimidating, but you take a deep breath and remind yourself of your reasons for being here. It’s far too important to chicken out now.

The staff had tipped you off to the fact that the mentors would be there today, but they neglected to tell you when. You had surely expected them to come in after everyone got settled. Alas, you were sorely mistaken; thus, you can imagine the surprise that etched into your features upon entering the main room.

Ella and Kun were invested in their papers, flipping through the stacks and whispering to each other; Jony J was turned to his right, chatting with Lisa. Your presence was announced by the rather loud thud that echoed through the room at the closing of the door.

The bright lights nearly blinded you as you turned to face them again, dread creeping into your mind.

“Hello everyone, I’m Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The words came out cooler that you had expected, and you patted yourself on the back for remaining so calm. You’re known for managing to hide your nerves well and remain professional, but that’s no easy task with this group of talent. Especially her.

You purposefully tried to avoid looking at her, knowing you’d blush and get majorly sidetracked. You feared you wouldn’t be able to recover from that.

“I see that you’re an independent trainee,” Kun said, a smile spreading across his lips. You swallowed at the sight, knowing the questions were about to come rolling in. “Yes, that’s correct. I prefer working alone; I only have to rely on myself.” He studies you, head tilted to the side as he considers your answer, and you nearly melt under his astute gaze. “I was the same way. It’s never easy, but the mentors and I will be right beside you during your time here.” Knowing that these 4 amazing people were here to share their experiences and guide you through your troubles made the task at hand much less daunting, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought. Despite the intensity of the competition, you felt at ease, knowing they genuinely want the best for you.

“Ah, look at that face! So cute,” Ella coos, grinning back. You hide your face behind your hands, embarrassed beyond belief. Everyone chuckles at the sight, and you join in. With the atmosphere officially comfortable, you allow your eyes to trail over to Lisa. To your surprise, she’s already looking at you, lip between her teeth. 

“I see that you have 2 special talents listed.” Lisa starts, leaving room for you to elaborate. “Yes ma’am. While studying abroad in my youth, I learned 3 languages in addition to my native English.” The mentors look pleasantly surprised, and you continue with your other skill. “My mother is a professional chef, and we’ve always been close. She’s trained me over the years, and that’s something I’m very thankful for. During my time away from home I was fortunate enough to learn new techniques and styles from across the world.”

As you finish talking about yourself, you look to each and every one of the judges separately. You know it’s important to have a good connection with all of them, and you use this chance to do just that.

Upon locking eyes with Lisa again, your breath hitches. The light blush that rests on her cheeks, combined with the look she’s giving you, is enough to make you swoon. It’s innocent enough, the way she’s watching you; after all, she can just blame it on her role as a teacher -- she has to get a good understanding of her students. However, though, behind the innocent facade lies a much more sensual reason for her behavior. You don’t miss the way her eyes rake up your body, nor her smirk as she notices your hands mindlessly toying with the band of your shorts. You do your best to keep your attention on the others as they ask you questions about your resume, but that’s easier said than done.

Once they’ve finished with their questions, they invite you to take a seat anywhere you’d like. Despite your desire to book it next to Lisa, you don’t want to be impolite; that’s also not to say that you didn’t enjoy the company of the others -- you truly did. Clearly, though, no one can compare to Lisa.

You give them all another smile, the dimples of your cheeks on full display, and approach them one-by-one to shake their hands. They appreciate the gesture, and you’re confident that you’ve won them over that much more.

As you make your way to the seat beside Lisa, your heart beats wildly. It’s difficult, but you manage to suppress your anxiety for the time being. Letting your control slip now is definitely not an option.

In contrast to the heated look she had been giving you just moments before, Lisa now dons an adorable smile that nearly makes your heart burst. In the moment, you almost reach forward to touch her puffed out cheeks. 

You sit down beside her, and she takes a minute to look you over again. It’s baffling how she can go from so wholesome and adorable to flirty in such a short period of time. 

As the time ticks on and the mentors work through the list of contestants, the two of you continue to steal conversations and teasing glances.

Things are ramped up, however, when Lisa’s hand finds its way to your thigh, settling there for a bit. You attempt to push the intrusive thoughts from your mind, but they come flooding back the second she leans in to whisper something into your ear.

“You look gorgeous,” she tells you, warm breath fanning over your neck. Her slight accent only adds to the effect that her words have on you. All you can offer is a breathless thank you, thoughts completely jumbled at having the stunning woman do such things to you.

Before anyone can get suspicious, she backs off. The disappointment must’ve been evident, because she chuckles lightly and pats your knee in response. Thankfully no one had been paying you two any mind.

~~~ Practices ~~~

It wasn’t often that you came into the studio upset or exhausted, considering you knew you’d soon be cheered up once you saw Lisa, but she made sure to take care of you when those times came around. She could read you like a book, easily knowing when you’d had enough and needed a break. That’s not to say that she lowered her standards, though -- she was firm and demanding, but she checked on you often. She respected all of her students, but she couldn’t deny that she had a soft spot for you. You lived for her soft gaze and gentle touches on the days you needed them most.

Other days, though, you got a kick out of teasing her; playing dumb, purposefully missing steps, ignoring her instructions -- anything to pull a reaction from her. 

          ↪“Eyes forward,” she would call out, voice strong, upon catching you talking to a fellow trainee when you were meant to be practicing. Her jaw would be set, eyes menacing.

          ↪“You keep messing up. Here,” she’d declare, demonstrating the moves directly in front of you. She knew exactly what to do to get you going, and sometimes your plans backfired a bit.

          ↪Those times that you’d play dumb were by far the best, both of you secretly loving the back and forth of it all. “I’m sorry, miss. I just can’t seem to get the moves right.” You’d say, appearing innocent and sweet all the while. It was hard to contain yourself when she’d approach you from behind, pressing her body against your own. “One here,” she’d inform, placing your hand on your hip; “...and one here,” she’d finish, correcting your position once again. When the music restarted, she counted next to your ear, keeping time as her warm hands held yours, guiding you through the positions.  

And of course, the majority of the time, you were a great student for her. Her praise had a mighty effect on you, and there existed a mutual love for it. Being a strong dancer often worked in your favor.

~~~ Performances ~~~

Anytime you were set to perform, Lisa made sure to settle in and get ready to enjoy herself. The two of you had spent many weeks getting to know each other better, growing closer in the process. She found you captivating, and always loved to watch you on stage. The same can be said for you; seeing her dance was always the highlight of your day.

The two of you made sure to play things up, having a knack for getting the other riled up and squirming in their seat.

Watching her cool demeanor falter and ultimately crumble before you was one of your favorite things in the whole world. One of its only rivals was how she had to attempt to conceal it, knowing the cameras would be on her often. 

“I-I loved it. I’m very proud of you, Y/N.”

You smirked at her stutter; no one else was capable of making her blush as much as you did

~~~ Bonus: Backstage ~~~

“You all did so well. I loved that dance break in the middle of the song.” You gushed to a group of your fellow contestants, smiling at how happy they were. Over the course of the competition you had become something of a “celebrity” yourself, noticing that the other girls would always approach you for help and get giddy when you agreed. Not to mention that the mentors were always proud of your progress and dedication to the craft. The conversation continued, and you settled into a comfortable rhythm; everyone taking a turn to share their favorite part of their performance. Seeing these girls -- your friends -- so proud of themselves was a wonderful thing. Everyone worked so hard, day in and day out, to put forth their best effort in everything that they did. Celebrating each other’s wins just felt right, despite the fact that this is a competition. It always hurt to see anyone go home, considering you spent so much time getting to know each other. These were the people who were there for you when you needed it most; all of you know how hopeless it can feel, and you wanted to protect the others from that in every way possible. 

“Y/N!” The sound of someone calling your name pulls you from the conversation, and you send a quick bow and goodbye to the girls before departing. 

Your eyes travel across the crowded stage, searching for the source of the noise. You spot Lisa looking at you, hand beckoning you towards her. A familiar warmth spreads across your body at the action, and you don’t even attempt to stop the smile that takes over your features.

“Yes?” You ask sweetly, approaching her. Her hands slip into yours, fingers lacing in a sweet embrace. “I want you to come to my dressing room once everyone goes back to the dorm. You impressed me tonight, but you still have some things to learn.” As that last sentence falls from her lips, your blood runs cold. Her voice had dropped lower, and you feared what she meant by that. Had you mixed up the choreography without realizing it? Surely not. The only thing you were sure of in that moment was the way she was studying you, almost intimidatingly. Her jaw was set, eyes narrowed, and you swallowed thickly upon noticing this. “Of course. I appreciate the feedback.” She smiled, seemingly pleased with your answer.

With a swipe of her thumb across your knuckles, she was gone.

A sigh left your lips, your mind racing at all of the possible things to come.

~~~ Bonus: A Private Meeting ~~~

“You wanted to see me, Lisa?” You announce upon entering the room and shutting the door behind yourself. The two of you had long ago left the formalities behind, opting instead to be on a first name basis. It was much more intimate, and you preferred things to be that way with her. Of course, occasionally you would use her official title just to get a certain reaction out of her. Slipping it into conversation when around the other instructors always worked to get her attention and catch her off guard. It was easy to see that she enjoyed it, the innocent way it rolled off your tongue. 

You sit down in the chair opposite her, feeling the coolness of the leather press against your calves as you get situated.

“Good job tonight; you get better and better with every performance.” You thank her, both well aware of how much you enjoy her praise. Her expression turns more serious, and you take a deep breath. Here goes. “I don’t think it’s wise for you to be so close with some of the other contestants, though. Not all of them are interested in gaining your friendship for the right reasons.” With furrowed eyebrows and slightly pursed lips, you look at her. “What exactly do you mean?” Her expression turns unreadable, and you sink into your seat a little more. “Some of them may want to get into your head to throw you off your game. Despite what you want to believe, Y/N, this is still a contest.” You sigh, now a bit upset that she’s treating you like a child. “I’m aware of that, Lisa, but I can take care care of myself.” At the change in tone, the air around you shifts into something more tense. “Are you sure? Because you seem to be pretty oblivious to their actions.” She bites back, shifting her seat to get a better look at you, and crosses her arms.

When you don’t respond, she takes this as her cue to continue. “Don’t play dumb, Y/N. I see the way they look at you, so entranced. They know that acting helpless will get your attention. It’s just to distract you!” She says, exasperated, jaw set and eyes cut, just like earlier.

“Are you jealous?” You ask, a contrasting tone of accusal and uncertainty in your voice. No turning back now.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Jealous? Of what?” Her eyes setting on you again, a cocky expression on her face.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you start, toying with her; you know exactly what to say. “Maybe at the fact that they get to be so close to me all the time, like you want to be. Or maybe that we sleep together, especially when it gets cold in the dorms.”

It’s her turn to be speechless. “I’m more observant that you act, miss.” She gulps, and you bite back a smirk. “I see how you look at me; your desire is obvious. We’ve both known it for a long time now… Why don’t you just admit it?” The teasing tone in your voice is thick, and it’s clearly getting to her. Who knew you could make her feel like this with just your words?

“Y/N…” Lisa says your name almost as a warning, knowing that you’re on the edge of crossing the line. She failed to deny your claims; after all, it would do no good. She can’t disguise her feelings for you.

A surge of confidence washes over you, and you take that as a sign to scoot closer to her. Soon, you’re mere inches away from her, your body pressed against the side of the seat as you rest your chin in the palm of your hand. Her tongue darts out of her mouth, soothing her lips.

You take her in for a moment, enjoying the sight. Her long dark hair tumbles past her shoulders in loose waves, and a blush takes residence upon her cheeks. Having her like this was something you only dreamed of in the past; seeing her so aroused because of you truly made you think back on how far the two of you have come.

To put an end to the silence, you loop two fingers underneath her chin, successfully coaxing her into meeting your gaze. Your eyes fall to her lips as you ask, “Am I wrong?” Before you can continue, her resolve fades. She leans forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. Any ounce of doubt that you had before melts away as she pulls you closer.

With inhibition and processing skills long gone, you slip from your chair and into hers, settling in her lap. One of her arms wraps around your waist to hold you steady, while her other hand tangles itself into your hair. A swift bite to your lip, paired with a flex of her warm thigh beneath you, sends a jolt through your body and earns her a low groan. She shudders against you, and that simple act works wonders in boosting your confidence.

All too quickly, a sudden noise from just outside the door startles you; reluctantly, Lisa pulls away. You nearly gasp at how dark her eyes have gotten in the heat of the moment. “I’m going to go see what that was,” she informs, gently setting you down in her seat as she stands up. Before turning to walk away, however, she plants another kiss on your lips. “Don’t even think about moving. I’m not done with you yet.”

[inejqhafa]

three tickets to challengers

[purecantarella]

Two Left Feet

short fluff to celebrate the cb!! enjoy everyone!!

lisa manoban x soloist!reader

disclaimer/s : light suggestive content at the end but nothing explicitly said.

As two booked and busy A-list celebrities, you, a well-loved soloist, and Lisa often didn’t cross paths due to differing schedules, but of course it was impossible not to know one another.

However...

On the off occasions in which you couldn't avoid one another, you couldn't help help yourself from looking over and catching a glance at the charismatic dancer.

Lisa Manoban was an ace on her own, it was impossible for you to not be curious.

In a somewhat bold moment on your part during one of the stages you both attended, you'd given a hefty tip to one of the make-up artists to have them slip your number to Lisa. Now, did you expect Celine's ambassador and one of YG's greatest gifts to respond? No. But you were oh so ecstatic when she did.

A couple hidden texts turned into late night calls to sneaking out late to get lost in the city together. Until, one night, you nervously told her that you saw her as more than just a friend or industry colleague but as you continue to ramble, the pressure starting to bubble to the surface. Before you could say anything more, she'd forcefully pulled you down to her lips, giggling at how silly and awkward you had become for her.

That's where it began really.

It wasn't long before she began appearing on your Instagram posts and you two were getting caught together on, what the media labelled as, friendly dates. It wasn't surprising though, YG and your company paid a healthy amount for your relationship to be concealed by the media outlets. That was in spite of your pleas to make you and Lisa's relationship public.

Both your companies had believed that it was better for both your public images if you stayed nothing more than close friends. It frustrated you and Lisa to no end always being forced to hide away.

There was no hope of changing that until one night.

Lisa is out later than you to prepare for BLACKPINK's comeback. You, on a brief hiatus to be able to support your girlfriend more actively, were sitting in your shared home, Love in your arms as you wait for the dancer to come home. Under your breath, you hum the melody of the group's song.

Suddenly, Lisa bursts through the front door, excited eyes meeting yours with a bright and wide smile on her lips. You can't help but melt at the sight of your girlfriend so happy and a warm, melty feeling sits in your stomach as the dog in your arms jumps to his owner.

You watch fondly as Lisa leans down to pet the excited puppy, a smile etching onto your lips as you stand up, "Welcome home, beautiful."

You watch her cheeks flush before she barrels over to you, her arms finding their way around your neck instantly. You nuzzle your nose into her hair as you tighten your embrace, quickly leaving a peck on her cheek before you whisper, "I missed you."

Lisa pulls away, her eyes scanning each feature on your face as she pulls a hand to caress your cheek gently. She leans in to press her lips onto yours, excited eyes still staring into yours.

"I had a meeting with corporate today." You quirk a brow, knowing full well how much Lisa hates those restrictive and strict meetings. You urge her to continue as she giggles to herself. "And they gave me the best news in the world!"

You tilt your head to the side, playful smile on your face. "They're finally approving take your pet to work day?" Lisa rolls her eyes and shoves your shoulder, her smile never wavering. You can't help but feel a twinge of excitement. If the news has made her this happy it had to be good.

As you open your mouth to speak, she finally rushes out, "They talked to your CEO and they're finally allowing us to go public!" You sputter over your words, cheeks becoming sore with how wide your smile is as you feel pricking at the back of your eyes as tears.

"We...I..." You cup her cheeks in your hands, squishing her cheeks lovingly. Staring at her lovingly and speechlessly.

You watched as her own eyes shimmered with a gleam of tears of pure joy. You lean down and take her lips, the contact light and innocent yet conveying everything you wanted to say in that moment.

You press your forehead pressing against hers as you laugh softly, thumb brushing over her cheekbone. "No more hiding."

Lisa nods before pulling away to rummage around her bag. "Now we just need to shoot a PR video for the official announcement."

You quirk a brow up curiously as the dancer lifted her phone up triumphantly. "What kind of video exactly, beautiful?"

You were standing behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, almost instantaneously as she angled her phone camera to catch both of your bodies. Satisfied with the placement she turns around, "Well, they thought this would be an opportune moment for the Pink Venom challenge..."

Your girlfriend continued to speak but you were frozen in place while you stomach dropped. When she realized that you were no longer listening she giggled and squeezed your hand.

"You know the steps I assume..."

Silence.

Curiously, Lisa leans back into your embrace, lips jutting into a faux pout. "You ignoring me?" She asked playfully.

"Lisa listen...I-I'm happy that their finally allowing us to do this but..." Lisa turns to you, her expression turning grim and almost pained as she pulled away from you. Her hand on your chest, pushing you away. The dancer's voice cold as she echoed back, "...But?"

"I...uh...well..." You pause, scratching the back of your neck, "I don't know how to dance."

There's another silence as you shyly looked down at your feet.

"But you're an idol?" Lisa asks, hands on her hips. You smile at her sheepishly, swinging your arms from side to side. "I was trained under my company for my voice and instruments. But I wasn't trained to dance..."

It wasn't common that Korean pop idols weren't the well-rounded celebrities their fans put up on pedestals. Usually they were trained to appeal to most, if not all, types of music-related talents. However it wasn't unheard of. Lisa just didn't expect you to be one of the select few.

For a moment, your girlfriend is stunned but before you can say anything more, you hear her melodious laughter before she smiles at you. Your heart jumps to life in your chest. She approaches you, grin still in-tact as she takes your face in her hands.

The dancer composes herself before she speaks, "You are nothing short of amazing, Y/F/N." She pauses, nuzzling her nose against yours. You stare at her stunned before she stands beside you.

"It's easy, I promise." She nudges you gently, "I promise I won't be as harsh with you as my other students."

You throw your head back laughing before she begins to speak and demonstrating the movements gently. Her hands skimming lightly over your body. You flush as her touch finds more and more skin.

"Not too bad, N/n." Lisa notes before moving to the phone, preparing the audio. She looks back at you, excitement still glimmering in her eyes, "Are you ready?"

The fear in your body began to dissipate as she tilted her head curiously, waiting for your response.

You were lucky to have her.

"Let's do it, gorgeous." You say confidently to which Lisa grins like a child on Christmas day before she hits the record button.

The music blares as Lisa plays around in front of the camera with you before her expression melts into a serious idol persona. It amazes you, but t the same time distracts you from the dance.

She watches you as she begins recording on the app, her movements are slow as she watches you do the moves of the song nervously. You mess up a handful of times as you both move in front of the camera but slowly you find the beat.

Albeit your dancing was still a little sloppy.

As the song comes to an end, she slowly shuffles backwards and flourishes you with a proud smile. You laugh and hide your face to which she takes your flushed face in her hands. "See! You're a natural. You did amazingly, baby!" She praises before you take her hands in yours.

You smile and mutter a soft, "I love you."

She smiles at you as she leans in to peck your lips gently, as she pulls away you notice how soft and adoring her eyes are. It made your insides putty.

Before you can relish in the moment though, a flash of realization passes her, she turns around to stop recording. Double checking it to see if it was clear what you two were conveying. She nods off and emails it to management for final approval.

Instantly, they respond with a simple message and informed her that it would be posted shortly. She turned around still beaming up at you before she jumped into your awaiting arms.

You two laugh before you dramatically fall into the couch behind you. Both your phones ping over and over again, Lisa pulls away from your embrace to look at the analytics and comments from the short video that was accumulating.

You watch her smile at the supportive messages and comments of your ship name before you pluck the device from her hand. Your other hand finding it's way onto her cheek before you pull her into a deep and loving kiss.

Briefly, you pull away and smirk down at your dazed girlfriend. "You know, dancing may not be my strong suit..." You lean down and catch her lips again, the kiss much needier than the last.

Lisa whines softly as you pull away, your mouth a mere breath away. Lips quirking up into a smirk, "But I am good at other things."

The dancer in your arms visibly flushes under your intense gaze. "I mean...we are due for a celebration."

Your quick to pull her up from the couch and carrying her to your shared bedroom, leaving your phones to blow-up from your announcement.

so yall remember when i said i would update consecutively to celebrate the cb? yeah i lied and i apologize for that :"")

i got really sick for a couple weeks and didnt have my laptop for all that time, but i hope this fic makes up for being late :"")

in any case i'll try to post more often but my classes have begun again and i immediately wanna cry hAHAHAH

i hope you all enjoyed this and are keeping safe!! i love you all vv much and i'll see you all as soon as i can 😊

- r

[ourdadai]

୨୧ lisa ( blackpink ) lockscreens.

[blu-joons]

When They Lay Down Between Your Legs ~ Blackpink Reaction

Jisoo:

The moment Jisoo shuffled in between your legs, your hands went through to play with her hair. “How was your day?” You asked, peering down to her.

A hum came from Jisoo as she made herself comfortable, resting against your chest. “Busy, but I’m glad to be back home and with you at least now.”

You smiled back down at her, twirling her hair around your fingers carefully. “If you’d had a busy day, why don’t you try and relax now here for a little while with me?”

“I will,” she grinned, “just as long as you carry on playing with my hair.”

“I reckon that I can do that pretty easily.”

The smile on Jisoo’s face grew as you played with more strands of her hair. “I reckon if you carry on doing this, I might fall asleep here soon enough.”

“I don’t mind,” you assured her, “I’ve got nowhere else to be, so I might as well be a cushion for you at the very least instead.”

“You’re the best pillow that I’ve ever had so you know.”

“I was hoping that you’d say that to me.”

Jennie:

Your hands grabbed Jennie’s shoulders ass he sat down in front of you. “Come on,” you told her as yet another yawn escaped from Jennie as the night came.

Her head tilted back past her shoulder to look at you pulling her in between your legs. “Are you sure?” She enquired, not wanting to get in the way of you.

Your head nodded as your hands helped her to lower to lay in between your legs. “You’re tired, let me take care of you for a little while and help you get some rest at least.”

“Thank you,” Jennie whispered, “I swear you can read my mind sometimes.”

“I could tell that you were hinting at me.”

A shy chuckle came from Jennie back to you. “Was I making it that obvious by sitting here that I was hoping to lay down in between your legs?”

“A little,” you agreed, poking gently against her cheek, “but seeing as you’re tired, I guess I can’t help but feel sorry for you.”

“Does that mean that you’re going to let me stay?”

“I’ll let you stay for as long as you want to.”

Rose:

Your arms draped over Rose’s shoulders, connecting just underneath her neck. “What’s wrong?” You asked, noticing how quiet she was between your legs.

Her head shook back across at you, tilting it up to look up at you too. “Nothing,” she whispered, but you weren’t having it, knowing her far too well.

Your hands slowly began to tickle against Rose’s arms, with her laying in the perfect position for you to be able to reach her. “I’ll get it out of you one way or another.”

“Stop,” Rose laughed, “I won’t let you tickle it out of me.”

“Then let me see your smile again.”

Rose’s hands began to push your arms as you carried on tickling her. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong, just as long as you promise to not tickle me anymore.”

“Alright,” you smiled, letting her go, “but I’ve just realised exactly what you laying in between my legs is perfect for me to do.”

“You’re going to say perfect for tickling me, right?”

“That might’ve been what I’d have said.”

Lisa:

Your eyes glanced down as a head rested into your lap, a figure in between your legs. “Hello?” You laughed, staring down at Lisa who stared back up at you.

Her smile was mischievous as you placed your phone down just beside you. “Pay attention to me,” Lisa whispered, fed up with sitting in the room in silence.

Your head shook as the corners of her grin turned up even more. “Did you really come all the way over here to tell me to pay attention to you?” You laughed back down at her.

“Yeah,” Lisa giggled, “and also because I like laying in between your legs.”

“All you had to do was say and I’d have done so.”

Lisa’s head shook back at you, “where would the fun have been if I’d have just told you to pay attention to me? At least this way I get to lay here too.”

“Did you really want my attention?” You challenged, “or were you just looking for an excuse to be able to lay where you are?”

“I might have just been looking for a bit of an excuse.”

“I knew you had something up your sleeve.”

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✧ SET 2 | LISA during the UEFA Champions League 2023/24 at Parc des Princes on November 28, 2023 in Paris, France

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