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THE PRETTY GIRL NEXT DOOR

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pairings: olivia rodrigo x black female!reader

analysis: all you and olivia ever did was disagree with each other and give each other passive aggressive compliments. what happens one day when your parents have dinner together and decide to leave you two alone?

classifications: smut

WARNING: 18+MDNI porn with plot, oral, scissoring, dom!olivia, sub!reader, semi-public, orgasm denial, hate sex, choking, praise kink, titty sucking, degradation, just slutty things 🧍🏾‍♀️

a/n this is my first time writing smut, yet this isn’t the gayest thing i’ve ever done surprisingly

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you and olivia never got along for some reason. from the moment you guys met, it was constant passive-aggressive comments and side-eyes. you don’t know why she has a deep dislike for you, but you know that as soon as she looks at you, you're like putty. every time she walks into 6th period spanish three you can’t help but stare at her in the front row from your dark lil shady spot in the back. you know that you would do anything she asked you to with little to no questions asked, and enrages you to no avail.

yet when olivia walked past her usual seat in the front you got curious. you got even more curious when she walked over to your little dark shady spot and plopped down right next to you. were you gonna tell her that she sat all up in that one-boy-who-looks-like-lord-farquad-on-steroids germs? nope, it was gonna be a secret you take to your grave.

”y/n, what are you doing on saturday afternoon?” she said with a tone of slight boredom. “how are you gonna come back in my space by choice and yet still act you were forced.”

“i’m going to be watching a movie from one of my many cd collections and go swimming in the lake,” you slightly raised your right eyebrow, “why?”

“my mom told me that your mom requested that i just have to hang out with you since your parents and my parents are gonna be going out for the whole day and she didn’t want for you to be so alone for that long.” she rambled on with a sickly sweet smile on her face.

“ok,” you said with a blank look on your face and your mouth slightly moving in way that you know annoys everyone, “be at my house by 11, because if you aren’t then i’m just gonna fall back asleep and forget to eat for the whole day.”

olivia smiled with her nose scrunched up and walked back to her desk with her nose high in the air. “she is a total pain in my fucking ass.”

saturday

it was clear saturday morning and your parents and just left the house after reminding you a million times to not leave the stove on, set a timer when cooking food, and to stop letting in every animal that walk pasts the house. in your defense the cat did look like garfield.

at around 10:55 is when the doorbell rang. you knew it had to be olivia since the pizza you pre ordered wasn’t gonna get to your house until 2. you quickly shuffled on your see-through mixed pattern that complemented your squared bikini and skipped down stairs.

you paused for a minute by the mirror in the front entryway to check your hair even though it wouldn’t have mattered because you were gonna go swimming soon anyways. you swung open the door to reveal olivia. she was wearing a baby pink bikini with light-washed jean shorts, sunglasses, and a clear bag in her hand. the bag had a towel, sunscreen, her phone, a speaker, a microwavable popcorn box, and “the perks of being a wallflower”, book and movie.

“hi,” you said moving to the side to letting her in, “you can leave some of your stuff here if you want to.” she stepped inside, placing her bag on the bench next to your towel. you reached up and scratched your scalp and placed your other hand on your hip. you then surugghed your shoulders, “do you think I need pants or something?”

olivia looked up and glanced back at you and started shaking her head trying to hide her reddish face, “nope you're fine.” the two of you then started making your way to the pond in the backyard of your guy’s houses. you found it one day when exploring the forests behind your house. it was big and deep enough to where swimming up from the bottom would take an extra couple of seconds than expected.

the area around the lake itself was beautiful. the trees were tall and lusciously green that allowed glimpses of sunlight through. it was beautiful in the middle of the day, the sun was high up in the sun and left the shadow of the leaves dancing in the wind. of course, the trees around the lake formed a circle of the pure sky around the lake. it was a stunning sight which was illuminated by the gorgeous girl next to you. she was sun tanning on her back reading her book and listening to “off to the races”.

“do you need something?” she asked, lowering her sunglasses and glancing to the side at you.

“i-i was just wondering if you wanted to go swimming with me,” you said sitting up in your towel. she shook her head and no and shifted her body so that she was laying on her stomach and her discarded book was next to her speaker.

you stood up and threw your shirt where your body previously was and ran over to the rope swing you hung up last year. it took you several hours, money from your “grandma got bank” fund, and almost killed you several times but it was worth it. climbing the steps you made in the tree was easy but the scariest part was the jump. you knew that if you let go too early you would end up in the dirt next to the lake. if you jumped too late you would end up face planting in the water. and if you never jumped at all you would just ram back into the tree. you closed your eyes and jumped, soon letting go of the rope and praying you were far enough into the water.

you landed feet first into the water and were relieved you didn’t die in-front of someone, cause let’s be honest it would be so embarrassing. as you emerged from the water you stared at the girl laying on her towel. her body was lying side by side with the lake, with her face facing yours.

“you have a serious staring problem, ya know that right?” olivia said as she took off sunglasses to stare directly at you.

“sorry,” you said trying to come up with a lie quick enough to save your ass, “i was just looking for the bunny that usual sits there.”

“you are also a terrible liar,” the girl said sitting crisscross on her towel.

“i’m not a liar.”

“is that so?” she said as you walked out of the water and sat on your towel, her eyes following your every movement. “then what was that thing that you just did?”

“if i’m a liar then you're just a spoiled little brat who thinks she’s better than everyone else.” you huffed laying down and using your hair as a lil pillow.

“i’m a spoiled brat?!”, olivia exclaimed, “i’m sorry that you're a back-seat, quiet weirdo who doesn’t talk to speak to people.”

“please, i don’t even sit in the back of the class that often. just in spanish cause i’m failing that class.”

“yeah, or maybe it’s just so you can stare at me.” olivia turned her body to face yours, “i know how much you stare. i can feel you staring at me through in the halls, in class, and through your car window.” your face warmed and you started nervously picking on your towel cause you knew she was right. you’re such a little creep.

“do you like watching me y/n?” she asked crawling to you, “do you imagine things about me? how it would feel to touch me?” she came closer to your face and started leaning in, “to kiss me?” your lips met and it was like magic. her lips were soft and yet asserted an extreme amount of dominance over you. she tasted like strawberry ice cream and strawberry chapstick.

olivia caressed her hand up your body to rest on your breast. she gently messaged them over your nipples making you let out a slight wine. olivia smirked into your lips and went to pull the string in the front of your bikini. you nodded your head and put yours hands on top of hers trying to hurry her up.

olivia pulled away from the kiss (much to your dismay) and stared at your chest as she slowly pulled the strings and fabrics away from your chest. she mockingly gasped and gripped your breasts in her hands. “well would you look at that,” olivia tilted her head, “your tits are so pretty baby.”

you whimpered out a pathetic please. olivia then reaches down and took her left nipple in her mouth. she was flicking the other one while sucking and slightly nippling in your brown areolas.

you slowly started to lay down as she continues to grope you. you pulled her up from your breast and started to kiss her again while trying to pull off your swimsuit bottom. surprisingly enough you didn’t even notice that olivia was already naked before you even got your bottoms down your legs.

olivia pulled away from your boobs and started kissing down your stomach. she pulled away from you and stared at your cunt. “how pretty are you? your pussy’s so pretty baby.” you slightly moaned and grinder your hips up, trying to urge olivia to hurry up. she got the message and dove in between your legs. olivia started lapping at your wet cunt.

you moaned out loud when she started slurping and sucking on your clit. she smirked against your pussy and placed her hands on your thighs to keep them apart. “oh my- please olivia.”

she picked up her pace and moved her left hand from your thigh to your clit. olivia started rubbing while fucking your hole with her tongue. you gasped and moved your body up in a seating position. you reached for olivia’s hair, “i’m gonna cum.”, you said between moans.

olivia immediately pulled away from you and laid you back on your back. “i don’t think so pretty girl. you’re gonna cum when i say so ok?”

you replied yes and she smiled cause she knew she had you exactly where she wanted to. she slowly lowered herself onto your thighs and started moving back and forth. you both moaned out loud and dropped your heads back. you were begging olivia but you didn’t know for what. for her to go faster, or for her to let you cum. she reacher her hand down to your throat and squeezed tight enough to just slightly chokeyou. “you’re doing so well for me y/n. my pretty girls doing so well.” she praises you while watching you cry from the pleasure.

“please, let me cum.”

“does my pretty little slut wanna cum? am i fucking you so good that you wanna cum?” olivia teased you while picking up her pace against your clit. you could tell she was close because her hips started faltering. “i’m gonna cum on your slutty little cunt, that’s how good you are.” your moans got louder and she reached down and caught your lips in hers.

“are you gonna cum y/n is my pretty little slut gonna cum?” you nodded your head vigorously. “so do it.” your body went rigged as the knot in you finally snapped. stars danced around your vision as you had a mind-numbing orgasm. you let out a loud moan that could shake the trees as your body shook.

olivia’s hips stuttered as she came on your cunt. her hands let go of your throat and went to clutch your breast as she crashed on your body. you both caught your breaths as you came down from your orgasms.

“so do you want to go watch movies at my house?”

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guys i actually beg of you to not let palestine become an unpleasant flashback, a transient tumblr trend, a hasbeen subject that just faded away. as an arab—and specifically iraqi—girl, i know what it feels like to have family displaced all over the world as a result of western imperialism. i know what it feels like to not be able to step foot into your homeland because it’s no longer safe. as an american iraqi, raised in the us and insulated from my roots, it wasn’t until last summer that i was able to visit iraq for the first time, and even then my family was worried for my safety—in my own blood country. although nothing like what palestinians are experiencing right now, it might be the tiniest semblance of what it feels like to watch your country disintegrate in front of you.

and this is a universal arab experience. i volunteer weekly at a refugee center that serves middle eastern refugees, and every day i see the longing in their eyes when they speak of where they hail from. it’s safe to say that we will be getting a wave of palestinian refugees very soon: just another generation of arabs who can’t inhabit their own country.

arab culture is so rich, so profound, so beautiful. i am tired of being told by the world—through literal genocide—that it doesn’t mean anything. please never let this be forgotten. free palestine. free palestine. free palestine.