the threesome fic is calling to me. the threesome fic is scratching at my brain. the threesome fic is in the walls and wanting to come out. the threesome fic is itching to be released from it’s enclosure.
sadlivia x reader: sadie and olivia competing to see who can make you cum faster, seeing who decides to tap out first. both of them comparing the nudes you send them separately. arguing about what color lingerie looks better on your body.
thinking too much about it. both of them at the same time.
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⭑. .ᐟ ꜱʏᴘɴᴏꜱɪꜱ ꪆৎ : olivia rodrigo x fem!reader ( reader is on love island . and olivia walks in as a bombshell . it coulda been smut , but like it’s not !!
♪ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ꪆৎ : bad idea , right
You were kind of the underdog in the villa.
Not in a “nobody-likes-you” way, but more like a “you’re a little too quiet, a little too observant, and way too hot for your own good” kind of way. You floated through the first week — grafting when you had to, making girls laugh when you were tipsy, but never really coupling up with anyone who made your heart drop.
Until she walked in.
Late arrival. Bombshell. Olivia Rodrigo.
And you damn near choked on your water.
“Is that—?”
“Holy shit.”
“Wait, I LOVE her music.”
“...She’s actually unreal, like, she’s fit fit.”
Yeah. Same.
She walked in like she owned the place — confident but soft, like she didn’t even know how famous she was. She wore this sage green bikini that looked criminal on her body, sunglasses half-pushed up her nose, and a calm little smirk like she already knew which girl she wanted.
Spoiler: it was you.
That night, around the fire pit, she said your name first. "Can I pull you for a chat?" Your soul left your body. “Y-Yeah. Sure.” You took your drink, and the two of you sat in the bean bags, facing the pool. Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for her to speak, legs crossed, pinky brushing hers without meaning to.
"So," Olivia said, smiling, "I literally only came here for one reason." You blinked. “And what’s that?” Her tongue grazed her bottom lip. “To meet you.” You didn’t know what to say. No witty response. No flirty one-liner. Just heat rising up your neck and a sudden inability to breathe.
That night, the producers made you share a bed with her. You swore they were doing it on purpose. And maybe they were. Because under the covers, neither of you touched each other, but both of you stared at the ceiling in perfect silence — hearts racing, knees just barely brushing. You whispered, “Liv?” She whispered back, “Yeah?” “If you kissed me right now… I think I’d combust.”
She laughed softly. "Then maybe I’ll wait till morning.” You didn’t sleep at all.
an. omfgggg ayayhshsjdhshshdhd . my first liv fic AND my first love island fic. like what the hell . also i especially won’t be as active this week bcus it’s my first week of boarding school
tags. tysmmm @aquazero AGAIN . you have the best packs and you literally have everything i need !!
Warnings: smut 18+ ONLY, dom!olivia, sub!reader, oral (o receiving), fingering (r receiving), marking, biting, cheating, sorry Louis is definitely the bad guy here, degradation, shy!reader, based off of Olivia’s song of the same name, let me know if I forgot anything.
Ever since Olivia started dating her boyfriend, Louis, she’s constantly think about you. She knows she shouldn’t care this much about her boyfriend’s ex girlfriend, but for some reason she can’t stop.
She stalked your instagram and TikTok. She watched your movies. She read gossip articles about you. She scrolled through Reddit pages reading about what other people had to say about you. The singer even talks about you to her friends. If they didn’t know better, they’d think she’s in love with you.
And, Olivia can’t sit here and lie and say you aren’t beautiful. Thats part of the reason why you bothered her so much. Even though you’ve never met in real life.
She never asked Louis about you, wanting to keep her obsession on the down low. She doesn’t want to seem like an insecure girlfriend. But isn’t that what she’s acting like?
The more she talked about you, the more she thought about you, and the more she searched you up, her thoughts about you became less of jealousy and insecurity and more…romantic.
She thought about simple “what ifs.”
What if she kissed you? What if you kissed her? What if she decided to touch you? What if she fell in love?
She feels absolutely horrible about these feelings considering she has a boyfriend. But recently, he’s been distant. And she suspects that he’s not into her anymore and probably talking to another girl.
The thought makes a chill run down her spine. She expected this due to her pessimism. But she didn’t think it would actually happen this time.
She decides she needs to get out of the house, maybe go for a walk downtown. Olivia gets dressed in just jeans and a t-shirt, not finding any reason to get all dressed up.
She grabs her phone, keys, and wallet before heading out to her car. It’s been a hot minute since she’s driven herself anywhere. In between tour and red carpet events.
One of her own songs ironically starts playing softly on the radio and she can’t help but laugh. It’s always so surreal hearing her own music on the radio even though she’s been successful for quite a few years now.
Downtown LA is always the perfect place to walk around and window shop in locally owned stores. Some people recognize her, and she takes pictures with them.
Olivia is too distracted as her head is turned back to bid a group of fans farewell when she bumps into someone.
“Sorry!” She says quickly before taking a look at who she bumped into.
Her eyes widen when she realizes it’s you. The girl she’s been obsessed with for months. Her boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend. Her face heats up.
“It’s okay.” You respond with a smile.
Oh god your voice is just as pretty as it is in the movies. You’re just as pretty as you are in the movies.
You’re wearing a pink dress and white ballet flats with your hair in a half-up half down style tied off with a pink ribbon. Your makeup is soft and accentuates your natural features.
“I was just talking to a group of fans and got distracted.”
You chuckle softly, “I get it, it happens all the time to me too. But I appreciate them when they’re respectful.”’
Seeing you in person is making her heart and mind go haywire. Suddenly she really does want to kiss you.
“Im Olivia.” She holds her hand out. You take hers in yours and shake it, “I know. Ive…heard a lot about you.”
“And “I’ve heard a lot about you from…Louis.”
“Yeah.”
Silence falls between the two of you. Then Olivia breaks it by speaking up again,
“How would you like to come to one of my shows?”
You blinked twice, trying to make sure you heard her right. Your ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend is inviting you to her show? Thats definitely a first.
“It’s okay if you want to decline the invitation. It’s just…something that came to mind.”
“No, it’s okay I was just caught off guard for a moment. Not everyday an ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend asks if I’d want to go to her concert. But um, yeah why not? I like your music.”
She suddenly feels a twinge of satisfaction knowing you like her music. And also confused. Because what was she expecting? You to hater her? Call her names?
“Great! I’ll hook you up with a VIP pass. Barricade seat.”
“Oh wow! Thank you.” You respond, shocked and bewildered by this whole interaction. Once the two of you part ways, you suddenly can’t get your mind off the brunette girl.
~ Time Skip ~
The concert is a blast. She sings every song of hers you love, and you notice how her eyes keep darting over to you as you stand in the VIP section. Your heart beats faster than usual.
Some people in the VIP section recognize you and ask for pictures. Ugh, this is definitely going to be in the tabloids tomorrow. You can picture the headline now, “ACTRESS Y/N L/N GOES TO EX-BOYFRIEND’S GIRLFRIEND’S CONCERT.”
The TikTok and Reddit thinkpieces will be up by midnight tonight. Twitter’s gonna have a meltdown.
You decide for now to shake off those feelings and enjoy the rest of the show. You were invited here as a guest after all, so being in a sour mood is not on the table tonight.
After the show, confetti falls down from the ceiling and you laugh as you catch some of it. You always love when singers have confetti after the show ends.
Right as you get up to leave, one of Olivia’s security guards approaches you, “Ma’am, Miss Rodrigo would like to see you backstage.”
Your eyebrows shoot up, “Oh, okay.” You let the man lead you backstage and to her dressing room.
The door simply reads “Olivia” on a piece of paper stuck onto it. “Miss Rodrigo?” Her guard says, “Miss L/n is here.”
A few short moments later, Olivia opens the door, still a bit sweaty but put together. She smiles, “Thanks.” Before pulling you inside. You blush at what this could look like.
Famous pop-star invites a girl backstage to her dressing room before pulling her inside. You hope to god no one’s going to sell some kind of story to the press.
“Hey, sorry. I know you probably weren’t expecting to be back here.” She says with a breathy laugh.
“It’s okay. Not like I have anything else planned tonight.”
“So you don’t have a boyfriend?” The question catches you off guard.
“No. Not since me and…well you know.” Now it’s awkward.
“Right, yeah, of course. I mean I was just curious.”
“I’m completely over Louis if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I know. I wasn’t asking about that.”
You furrow your brows, “What were you asking that for?”
Suddenly the air seems to shift into something warmer. Olivia eyes you, her eyes flickering up and down your body. You’re not wearing anything particularly fancy tonight. Just a black body-con dress and some sandals.
She steps forward until your back is against the door. Your heart rate picks up and your cheeks warm.
It’s not long till she presses her lips to yours. Youre shocked but let it happen. Because truthfully, you don’t mind this predicament.
When she pulls away and sees your shocked face she says, “Sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Ive just been thinking about this for a long time-“
You cut her off by kissing her back, your guys’ hands wandering each other’s bodies. She’s only wearing her two piece costume so you feel her soft skin under your fingers.
She pulls away again, “Before we go any further, I think it’s fair to ask what you’re into.”
Oh god. I mean, of course she’s asking that. You can’t just have sex without asking the other person what they’re into. But how humiliating is being on the receiving end of that question? Yet, it’s almost like the humiliation turns you on even more.
You blush, “Um…well, I like…um…” why is this so hard to say?
“Cmon baby, I won’t judge.”
Her gentle and encouraging voice lets you build up a bit of confidence.
“I like being submissive…”
Olivia chuckles softly, “Girl, why were you so afraid to say that? Thats hot as fuck!” Causing you to blush more.
“You want to continue this?” She asks, realizing she didn’t ask if you even wanted to take things further. You simply nod and she kisses you again before tugging your dress down to expose your breasts. You’re not wearing a bra tonight because it would show under your spaghetti straps.
“No bra? Look at these…” she trails off as she kneads and caresses them. You hiss and bite your lip when she pinches one of your nipples.
“Ooh…sensitive, huh?” You barely register her words because she’s putting her mouth on one of your nipples. You lightly grip her hair and arch your back as she bites and sucks on the sensitive flesh while tugging on your other one.
Your nipples have always been sensitive, and the way she’s playing with them makes you feel like you could cum right here.
Once she pays attention to both sides, Olivia pulls the rest of your dress down and you kick off your shoes leaving you in just your black lace panties.
Her eyes scan your body appreciatively, “I can see why my boyfriend fell in love with you.” You blush, feeling so exposed.
Soon enough your panties are pushed the side and her fingers caress your soaking pussy. “Sooo wet.” She purrs in your ear making you shiver. When she plunges her fingers inside, you’re gone for.
You roll your eyes back as she curves and thrusts while rubbing your clit with her thumb. You can’t stop the obscene noises that emit from you, and you can tell Olivia is getting a kick out of it.
“So noisy, hm? Did he ever make you feel like this? Did he ever fuck you this good?” She speeds up her pace, making you see stars and your knees buckle. If it wasn’t for her other hand holding you up by your arm, you might fall to the ground.
She pulls her fingers out and slaps your pussy harshly making you jump. “I asked you a question.”
“N-no! He never made me feel like this. He never fucked me like this!” You cry out, silently begging her to fuck you again.
“Oh, baby I know.” Olivia slides her fingers back in-with ease considering how wet you are-and continues her treatment from earlier.
You gasp in shock and pleasure when she bites down on your neck, leaving a beautiful purple mark in between your neck and collarbone. You knew exactly what she is doing. She’s marking you.
Her teeth move up to your earlobe, gently nibbling on it. Between this, and her excruciating fucking of your pussy, you get closer and closer to the edge.
“Olivia!” You cry out her name.
“What is it, baby? You gonna cum soon?”
You nod with tears in your eyes and pouty lips. Your makeup is destroyed by now.
“Go ahead, baby. Cum for me.”
You cry out as you clench around her fingers when you reach your finish. Your vision goes white for a split second until you come down from your high.
You watch as the singer retracts her fingers and sucks them clean. You moan at the sight, you’d never seen anything so erotic before.
Olivia then shimmies out of her stage costume and walks over to the sofa, sitting with her legs spread giving you a good view of her dripping pussy. You’re mesmerized at how beautiful she is. You can’t blame Louis for leaving you for her.
And maybe it was a good thing, because how else would end up in this position? She beckoned you over with her finger and as you stepped towards her she stopped you, “Ah ah. Crawl.” Your face is beet red as you shakily get on all fours and slowly crawl towards her.
Olivia pets your head once you reach her. Her pussy is just inches from your face. “I think I deserve a thank you for making you cum so hard, don’t you think?”
You nod and lick a bold stripe against her pussy making her moan and grip your hair to pull you closer. You lap up her arousal, and flick your tongue expertly on her clit.
“Fuck, you look so pretty with my pussy in your mouth. You know how to eat me so well…such a slut.” And by god if the degradation isn’t making you wetter.
She tastes so good, you can see yourself becoming addicted to her. You look up at her with glassy eyes, watching as she moans in pleasure. Her hand is deliciously pulling at your locks.
You can tell she’s close so you speed up, determined to give her the best dammed thank you ever.
“Oh fuck! So good…” she cries out as she gets closer to the edge. You gasp as you feel her release all over your face and you’re careful not to get it in your eyes.
Olivia’s release tastes even better than her pussy, if that’s even possible.
The singer pulls your head back, looking down at you with admiration. “Mmm you’re such a good girl. I think you and I are gonna make great friends.”
well, now that I know you're still writing for Olivia and Louis, I have some ideas. one could be inspired by the time Louis and Olivia went to the tennis match together; they could go with the reader and her fans would be dying of love for the three of them.
and the other one would be something where the reader is like a physics whiz (she's studying that at university) and Olivia and Louis love it when she's studying because they say she looks sexy. they too might be so proud of their girlfriend, and they'd be saying things like, "you know, my girlfriend is so smart and beautiful," they would be like, super in love with her
love means nothing (not a game)
love means nothing (not a game)
c.ai bot link at the end.
olivia rodrigo x louis partridge x fem!reader
warnings: fluff, established poly relationship, mild suggestiveness, pet names, reader is a tennis girly
word count: 1962
You're pretty sure your face hurts from smiling.
Not that you're complaining — not when the sun is hitting the Centre Court just right, not when the strawberries and cream on your lap are actually as good as everyone said they'd be, and certainly not when Olivia's hand keeps finding your knee under the shared blanket every time the player on the left misses a volley.
"You're doing that thing again," Louis murmurs from your other side, lips brushing your ear.
"What thing?"
"That thing where you look like you're about to combust from happiness but you're also trying to play it cool."
You turn your head just enough to catch the smirk playing on his mouth. He's unfairly pretty today — the navy Prada blazer hugging his shoulders, the wine-colored tie that matches the red of Olivia's gingham dress, his hair pushed back from his face like he just ran his fingers through it.
"I am playing it cool," you whisper back. "This is me playing it cool."
Louis snorts. Olivia leans forward to look past you, raising an eyebrow at both of you. "What are you two gossiping about?"
"Your girlfriend's about to explode," Louis says.
"I am not—"
"She keeps touching my knee," Olivia cuts you off, deadpan, "and I think she forgot we're being photographed by like, fifty different people."
Your stomach does a little flip.
Right. The cameras. The Royal Box. The fact that you're sitting here, in the most exclusive seats at Wimbledon, sandwiched between two of the most recognizable faces on the planet, and every few seconds you catch the distant click-whir of telephoto lenses from across the court.
You'd known this would happen, logically. When Olivia asked if you wanted to come with them — "it's just tennis, baby, we'll be in a box, it's not a big deal" — you'd mentally prepared yourself for the possibility of being seen. Of being noticed.
What you hadn't prepared for was how nice it would feel.
Not the cameras. Not the attention. But them.
The way Louis had showed up at your flat that morning with a garment bag over his shoulder and a sheepish grin. "Thought you might need something to wear." Inside: a cream linen blazer, a soft silk shell top, and tailored shorts that somehow managed to look both elegant and effortless. "Olivia picked the top. I did the rest."
The way Olivia had texted you an hour later, a selfie of her in the red gingham dress with a caption that just said: matchy matchy? followed by approximately seventeen heart emojis in varying shades of pink.
The way they'd both gone quiet when you opened the door, fully dressed, and Louis had whistled low and Olivia had said "oh, shit" like she'd forgotten how to breathe.
And now you're here. In the Royal Box. With your people.
"You're staring into space again," Olivia says, poking your thigh.
"Sorry. Just — look at this." You gesture vaguely at everything: the impossible green of the court, the hush of the crowd, the way the summer light filters through the roof panels and turns everything gold. "This is insane. We're at Wimbledon."
"We're at Wimbledon every year," Louis says, amused.
"You're at Wimbledon every year. I'm the one who plays tennis at 7 AM on a Saturday. I'm just..." You exhale, shaking your head at yourself. "I'm being weird. Ignore me."
"We're not going to ignore you," Louis says simply. His hand finds yours under the blanket, fingers lacing together. "That's kind of the whole point of bringing you along, love."
And — okay. Maybe your face hurts from smiling for a different reason now.
———
The match itself is good. Really good. You're not a professional — you'll never be a professional, you're too old and too late and too something for that — but you've been playing since you were twelve, sneaking onto the high school courts after hours, joining rec leagues just to feel the thwack of a racket connecting with something solid. You know tennis the way some people know poetry: not academically, but viscerally.
So when the rally stretches past twenty shots, when the players are sliding and grunting and pushing each other to the absolute limit, you forget about the cameras. You forget about the whispers from the row behind you, the not-so-subtle glances from other guests, the fact that your name is probably trending somewhere on Twitter right now.
You just watch.
And then — a drop shot. Perfectly executed, barely clearing the net, dying on the grass like it was always meant to be there. The opposing player doesn't even try to run for it. Just stands there, racket hanging at his side, watching the ball bounce twice.
You let out a noise — something between a gasp and a groan — and both Olivia and Louis turn to look at you.
"You okay?" Louis asks.
"That was filthy," you say, genuinely distressed. "That was — he just — how do you even defend against that? You don't. You just stand there and die."
Olivia laughs. It's loud and bright and completely un-self-conscious, the kind of laugh she only does when she's forgotten anyone's watching.
"You're such a nerd," she says, fond.
"I'm passionate."
"Same thing."
She leans over and kisses your cheek — quick, casual, like it's nothing. Like there aren't a hundred people in this box and thousands more watching from home.
Your heart does something complicated in your chest.
Behind you, someone whispers "oh my god, did you see that?"
Louis squeezes your hand. "Told you you'd combust."
"Shut up."
"You're blushing."
"It's sunburn."
"In the shade?"
You glare at him. He grins, unrepentant, and reaches across you to steal a strawberry from Olivia's plate.
"You're both insufferable," you announce.
"And yet," Olivia says, popping the last of her Pimm's into her mouth, "you're still here."
———
Between matches, Louis disappears to find more drinks, and Olivia pulls out her phone to scroll through — something. Twitter, probably. Or Instagram. You try not to look, because you know what's on there, and you're not sure you're ready to see it.
"You're doing it again," Olivia says without looking up.
"Doing what?"
"Overthinking."
"I'm not —" You stop. Sigh. "Okay, maybe a little."
She locks her phone and turns to face you fully, one leg folding under her on the velvet-cushioned seat. Up close, you can see the faint freckles across her nose, the way her mascara has smudged just slightly at the corners from the heat.
"What's going on in that head of yours?"
You chew on your bottom lip. "I don't want to make things weird."
"Things are already weird. We're dating two people at once and my ex-boyfriend's fans still send me death threats on a weekly basis. 'Weird' is our baseline."
A laugh escapes you despite yourself. "Okay, fair."
"So talk."
You look down at your hands — at the silver ring on your middle finger that Louis gave you for your birthday, at the faint calluses on your palm from gripping a racket. "I just — I don't want people to think I'm using you. Either of you. For clout or whatever. Like I'm just... here because you're famous and I want to be seen."
Olivia's quiet for a moment. Then she reaches out and tilts your chin up with one finger.
"Baby," she says, soft. "You hate being seen."
"I don't hate —"
"You literally wore a bucket hat and sunglasses to go get coffee with me last week. Inside the coffee shop."
"That's called fashion."
"That's called 'I don't want anyone to recognize me.'" She smiles, small and real. "Nobody who's using us for clout wears yesterday's gym clothes to brunch, okay? Trust me. I've met those people."
You want to argue. You want to say something witty, something self-deprecating, something that deflects.
Instead, you just say: "I really like you. Both of you. Like, stupid like."
Olivia's smile widens. "We know."
"Stupid."
"We know."
She kisses you then — not on the cheek this time, but on the mouth. Brief. Sweet. Tasting like strawberries and something floral from her drink.
When she pulls back, Louis is standing at the edge of the row with three glasses balanced in his hands and an expression of exaggerated patience. "Am I interrupting?"
"Yes," Olivia says.
"No," you say at the same time.
Louis hands you both your drinks and slides back into his seat, thigh pressing against yours. "Good. I'd hate to miss the show."
———
The second match is tighter. More aggressive. The players are younger, hungrier, and they go after every point like it's the last one they'll ever play.
You're on the edge of your seat, fingers digging into Louis's knee without realizing it, your whole body tracking the ball like you're the one out there on the grass. "Relax," Louis murmurs.
"I can't."
"Your shoulders are up by your ears."
"That's because his shoulders should be up by his ears — he's not rotating through his core at all —"
Louis exchanges a look with Olivia over your head. You can feel it, even if you can't see it.
"Should we be concerned?" Olivia stage-whispers.
"She's always like this," Louis says. "Remember the US Open final? She nearly threw my phone across the room."
"That was one time."
"You called the chair umpire a word I'd never heard before."
"It was a bad call."
Olivia laughs again, and this time, a few people in the row ahead turn to look. You see one woman nudge her husband, nodding in your direction. See a younger guy — early twenties, maybe — pull out his phone and angle it, not even trying to be subtle.
Your first instinct is to shrink. To hide your face, turn away, become smaller.
But then Louis's hand lands on your thigh, warm and grounding. And Olivia leans her head against your shoulder, her hair tickling your neck. And you think: this is mine. This is real. This is not something I have to apologize for.
Instead, you lift your chin. Let the camera catch whatever it's going to catch. And go back to watching the tennis.
———
Later — much later, after the matches are over, after the sun has started to dip toward the horizon and the crowds have thinned out — the three of you walk back to the car.
Louis has his arm slung around your shoulders. Olivia has her hand in your back pocket, because she knows it makes you squirm.
"You know," Olivia says, "we should do this more often."
"Do what? Get photographed by fifty different tabloids?"
"No. Go out. Be normal. Well — our version of normal."
Louis hums in agreement. "It's nice, isn't it? Not hiding."
You think about it. About the looks, the whispers, the comments you'll probably never read because you have better things to do with your time. About the way Olivia's fans — your fans now, weirdly — have already started making edits of the three of you, set to her songs, set to songs that aren't hers, set to songs you've never even heard before.
About the way none of that actually matters, compared to this: the three of you, walking through a London evening, tired and happy and together.
"Yeah," you say finally, squeezing Louis's waist with the arm you've got around him. "It is."
Olivia grins. Louis presses a kiss to the top of your head.
And somewhere behind you, you swear you hear the faint click of a camera shutter.
Let them watch.
end notes: based on the wimbledon 2025 appearance + the bbc interview where olivia said her wedding song would be "i melt with you" by modern english. reader plays tennis because i said so. title from the same song because i'm nothing if not predictable. 💕
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Request / Synopsis: could you write an olivia rodrigo x fem reader fic where olivia and r are exes that still have feelings for each other and they bump into each other at a halloween party, maybe r is dressed as a sexy vampire, and they hook up?
Please note I couldn't help but sing Exes by Tate McRae the entire time I wrote this.
request here | masterlist | yellowjackets account
The bass of the party was overwhelming to say the least, but that was only a part of (Y/n)'s problem at this Halloween party. A part of her forgot that Olivia was also friends with Tate, the host of the party, and that she would be here, too. Admittedly, she was inspired by her ex's song Vampire when she was trying to think of an outfit. They didn't end on bad terms, but that didn't mean that (Y/n) was ready to see Olivia at the party. It was only a few glances, a twinge of annoyance settling into her chest as she tried her best to avoid the brunette.
It was a shame, really, to see Olivia looking so stunning. She was dressed as an angel. This fitted her perfectly, in (Y/n)'s opinion. The sight of her, even at a distance, caused her heart to thrum in her chest. Even after a month of separation, (Y/n) wasn't surprised over the effect that Olivia had on her. She knew that just because they'd broken up, didn't mean those feelings would go away. Truthfully, she couldn't even remember the real reason for their breakup. They just decided one day, in agreement, that they needed space. Neither of them really wanted that, though, as (Y/n) filled a box with her things and left the apartment. This led to the first single of Olivia's third album to begin about giving up on the love of her life, and how she was regretful. (Y/n) hated the feeling of regret, and she very seldom felt it.
As if the universe was working against her plans of avoiding the girl clad in her angel costume, a body collided with hers. "Jesus," (Y/n) said, catching whoever bumped into her, an elbow lodged in her stomach. Recognizing the costume and voice that was uttering out a plethora of apologies, she had to resist a groan. Especially after her eyes caught onto a not so innocent looking Tate and Iris, neither of whom could keep their glances subtle enough to know that Olivia didn't come crashing into her arms by accident. "Are you good?" (Y/n) questioned, gently pushing off Olivia, who was still seemingly at a loss for words other than the handful of apologies that echoed off each other.
Finally, processing their closeness, the two girls scattered away from each other, but they weren't far enough to keep themselves from talking. "I'm sorry, you know how they are sometimes." Olivia rubbed her arms up and down, hugging herself. "You look good tonight. I-I… You know, I've always been a vampire girl." She joked, which caused (Y/n) to snort, surprising the both of them. If only Olivia knew just how much she inspired the outfit. It was her song, after all, that came on in the costume shop while she shopped. It was her song that made her think of the outfit, and she secretly had prayed to someone that Olivia would comment on her outfit.
"Speak for yourself. You look amazing. I've never seen a costume embody anyone as perfectly as yours does you." (Y/n) said, watching with a fond smile as the familiar blush spread along Olivia's cheeks. It caused a shiver to fall down her spine because God the way she wanted to take off the angel costume that Olivia was wearing. She knew that wasn't plausible given the fact that they were no longer a couple. She couldn't just crash their lips together in a moment of passion, begging Olivia to sneak up to her apartment, which was just one room above Tate's. She wanted to, though. Her body itched with passion, fingers twitching. "I would say I've always had a thing for angels, but we both know that wouldn't be true. I just have always had a thing for you."
The boldness of her statement caused both of their eyes to widen. (Y/n) scrambled for some kind of excuse, still aware of their friends' eyes on them from a distance. However, as (Y/n) attempted to make a hasty exit, Olivia's fingers wrapped around her wrist. "Come to my room," the invitation was now hanging in the air, and (Y/n) couldn't find it in herself to deny it. She allowed herself to be dragged upstairs by the girl, and the two of them were quick to connect their lips. They barely had the door closed as their body pressed against each other. "Please, I need you, and I want you, so bad. Please, I missed your touch." Olivia begged, their heated kisses leading them into Olivia's bedroom. Who was (Y/n) to deny the girl in front of her.
Quick movements caused them to suddenly have lost their costumes on their way to the bedroom. Pieces strewn across Olivia's apartment as (Y/n) now hovered over Olivia, the halo still on Olivia. It made (Y/n) want to laugh at the irony of it. Olivia was truly an angel, in her eyes, but what they were doing was a little less than holy. The teeth she painstakingly had temporarily glued in were not coming off, either, limiting her kisses to not become little love bites that she wanted to scatter along her neck. Her hand slipped through her ex-girlfriend's folds, shivering at how wet the girl underneath her was for her.
(Y/n) fingers finally found themselves dipping into the girl's dripping cunt, thumb rubbing circles into Olivia's clit easily. She had only prayed and dreamed for one more moment like this with Olivia. She never thought that she'd be able to hear Olivia's moans and the way she pulled her name from Olivia's mouth ever again. It was addicting, curling her fingers to elicit more of the sounds falling from her lips as she brought her pleasure. Their bodies were pressed together. It was evident that they never lost the passion they shared for each other, not that either of them believed they had. Not truly. Or, maybe they just hoped they didn't.
"I'm going to cum," Olivia announced, her eyebrows knitting together as she breathed, her fingers tangled in (Y/n)'s hair. (Y/n) kept her pace, helping Olivia make it to her orgasm. When she came, she rolled her hips on (Y/n)'s fingers as an attempt to ride out her high, though (Y/n) helped her succeed, thighs trembling as she made it to a second orgasm in seconds. Olivia was quick to return the favor, flipping them over. The two of them grinned at each other, meeting each other's eyes before Olivia kissed down (Y/n)'s body. In seconds, her tongue slid through her folds, and she moaned at the girl's taste. "Fuck, I missed you."
The feelings were definitely shared as Olivia began eating her out, uncaring about the slick coating her chin as her nose bumped (Y/n)'s clit. Embarrassingly, it didn't take (Y/n) long to cum on Olivia's tongue. She was grateful for the diligence of the brunette cleaning her up and swallowing every bit of whatever she offered. Their chests heaved and Olivia found herself falling into (Y/n)'s open arms as the two took in the moment that they had just shared. Fear settled in her chest as she silently begged Olivia not to deem their actions as some kind of mistake.
"I needed that. I needed you." Olivia stated, a huge sense of relief filled (Y/n)'s chest as she was able to fully relax. "(Y/n), I don't even know why we broke up. It was impulsive of us. I don't… I never wanted that. I don't want to be away from you. You're literally the love of my life, and I've been so mad that we just gave up so easy."
This was definitely a shared feeling, and it caused (Y/n)'s finger to trail up Olivia's arm. She wanted to think through her words and process Olivia's. "I agree.. I've missed you with my entire being over the last month. I couldn't even get you out of my head long enough to choose a Halloween costume. I know that you're a vampire girl, you know?" She teased, leaning over to capture Olivia's lips. They took each other in, enjoying the simple moment shared between the two of them. It was obvious that they needed each other, as they kissed.
Olivia shifted in (Y/n)'s arms, a hand cupping (Y/n)'s face. "Then… move in with me. I don't think I can spend another second of my life without you next to me. I love you. I love you so fucking much." Olivia whispered, her eyes searching the girl's as she sucked in her bottom lip for a moment. "It might feel like a jump, but it feels so right. I just… I can't be without you. You're it for me." Olivia whispered as she leaned in to kiss (Y/n), an action easily reciprocated. There was no world in which (Y/n) would deny Olivia a kiss.
When they pulled away, (Y/n) gently ran her nose along Olivia's. She pulled the girl closer by the waist in thought of everything. She couldn't deny that she felt the same way. She couldn't deny that offer. "Okay, yeah… I'll move in with you. I love you, too. With my whole heart." She stated softly. Olivia let out a breath of relief as they stayed in that moment for a long time. Everything, in that moment, seemed to fall into place. (Y/n) decided that maybe the universe wasn't against her, like she previously thought earlier in the night. Maybe the universe just knew what she needed more than she did.
Help omg a while ago you had Made a Louis and Olivia cg fic and it was for me and I’m going down that rabbit hole again and like I 100% get if you’re like not in that phase anymore but like what about where they all go out to lunch and like it’s just really cute yk and like they get recognized or something
But like def get it if you don’t want to do this they just need more content in this world
I love this idea!!!
Table For Two (plus a highchair)
Dada Louis, Mama Olivia & Little Reader
Lock in, it’s a bit of a longer one. Reader is more of a discreet little for the most part because that’s just more what I’m comfortable with. I feel awkward both reading and writing stories where the reader is suor openly little in public. If you don’t like it, don’t read it
You were in a small headspace before your feet even hit the ground that morning.
Some days you woke up chatty and silly, ready to play pretend and color and sing little songs. But not today. Today you’d woken up already deep in babyspace, snuggled between Mama Olivia and Dada Louis in your favorite fuzzy pajamas, your pacifier in your mouth and your whole body curled close to Mama’s side.
“Hi, baby,” Olivia whispered as your eyes blinked open slowly. “Oh, I see. We’ve got a tiny one today, huh?”
You nodded just once, not even taking your paci out.
Louis was already reaching for you, pulling you gently into his arms. “C’mere, sweet pea. Dada’s got you.”
You didn’t say a word. You didn’t want to. All you wanted was to be held. Soft things. Safe things. Familiar things. Olivia’s voice, Louis’s chest, your bunny stuffie. Everything else felt too much.
But you didn’t fuss. You were just very quiet. Very small.
“Should we take her out for a little walk?” Olivia asked after breakfast, where you’d barely eaten anything besides a few bites of banana off Mama’s fingers.
Louis was already buckling your shoes. “She could use the fresh air. We'll keep it calm.”
They took you to a quiet, sunny café they both liked—a cozy little place tucked between a florist and a bookstore, with sidewalk tables shaded by big umbrellas.
The hostess barely looked twice at you as Louis held you on his hip and Olivia carried your diaper bag. You were tucked into a chair with Bunny beside you before the server even came by.
Olivia had ordered you soft scrambled eggs and mashed avocado, which you mostly poked at, before deciding you’d rather be held. You reached your arms up toward Louis and gave a quiet, desperate “Daa-da…”
“Okay, baby,” he said immediately, scooping you up. “Come here, yeah?”
He settled you in his lap while Olivia sliced your toast into little hearts with the butter knife, humming gently. Just as you started to relax again, a soft voice broke the bubble.
“Sorry, I—” a girl, maybe in her twenties, hovered beside the table. “Oh my God, are you Olivia Rodrigo?”
Olivia smiled politely but didn’t shift away from you. “Hi, yeah. That’s me.”
“Oh goodness, and you’re Louis Partridge!” The girl nearly shrieked.
You froze.
Your body stiffened immediately in Louis’s arms as your fingers clutched his shirt.
“She’s feeling a bit shy today,” Louis said softly, rubbing your back.
“Oh—sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just wanted to say I love your stuff,” the fan said quickly. “I won’t bother you guys.”
“Thanks for being kind,” Olivia said sweetly. “We’re just having a quiet day.”
The girl gave a quick smile and left just as quickly.
You didn’t make a peep, just buried your face into Louis’s shirt and held on tighter.
“She didn’t even come too close,” Olivia murmured, leaning over to rub your back. “You’re okay, baby. Mama’s here.”
You peeked up at her with big, round eyes, and a tiny whimper slipped out.
Louis kissed your forehead. “You want to switch to Mama’s lap for a bit?”
You nodded immediately and let him lift you into Olivia’s arms, where you sighed and melted against her like a puddle.
“Shhh, it’s alright,” she whispered, rocking you gently even while sitting. “All done now. Just us.”
But it wasn’t quite all done.
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When the rest of your food arrived and you let Olivia feed you a few bites, another couple sitting two tables over pointed and whispered something. They didn’t approach—but one of them pulled out their phone and discreetly started recording.
Olivia’s gaze sharpened immediately. She turned slightly to shield your face, her hand instinctively smoothing your hair down.
Louis frowned. “Do you want me to say something?”
“Let’s just finish eating and get going,” she murmured. “She’s already overwhelmed.”
You didn’t fully understand the exchange, but you felt it. The shift in energy. The edge of discomfort that had crept into their easy rhythm.
You whimpered softly again and held up your arms.
“Oh, baby,” Olivia said immediately, cradling you closer. “You wanna go home already?”
You nuzzled into her chest, nodding once.
They didn’t leave right away. Olivia still finished her meal in soft bites, one hand curled around your back as she gently swayed you in her arms. Louis made sure the check was paid discreetly, and he helped slip Bunny under your arm.
But the moment you were back outside, you heard it again—someone calling Olivia’s name from across the street.
You flinched so hard you nearly tripped over your own two feet.
Louis was quick to stop you toppling over as he gently stepped in front of the camera.
“No photos today, thanks,” he said, trying to sound friendly but firm.
The fans didn’t push—but they still lingered. Two teenage girls waved shyly and whispered, “She’s so cute,” as they passed by.
You turned your face into Olivia again, your tiny body trembling slightly, overwhelmed by the extra attention.
“Okay, enough,” Olivia murmured. “We’re cutting through the park. Fewer people.”
The side path they took was quiet and lined with trees, and the moment the sounds of the crowd faded behind you, your body relaxed again.
Olivia rubbed your back slowly as she picked you up and carried you. “You did so good, baby girl. Mama's so proud of you.”
You let out a tired little sound—half whine, half sigh—and reached one hand out behind you until Louis’s fingers found yours.
“I’ve got you too, darling,” he murmured. “Always.”
You stopped into a boutique bakery on the corner to grab a croissant and some takeaway coffee before heading back to the car. Inside, it was quiet, and the warm smell of cinnamon and sugar seemed to ease you instantly. You sat on Louis’s hip, watching the barista with droopy eyes while Olivia picked out treats.
“Hi there,” the barista said brightly. “I just have to say—you have the cutest little family.”
You blinked slowly up at her and tightened your hold on Louis’s shirt again.
“Thank you,” Louis said warmly, shifting you slightly. “We’ve had a big morning.”
The barista smiled. “Have a sweet day.”
Once they were finally back outside, with coffee in hand and your bunny cradled close to your chest, the city felt a little gentler. You were still quiet. Still clinging. But not shaking anymore. Not hiding as deeply.
And your caregivers noticed.
Olivia leaned over and brushed a kiss to your cheek. “You’re being such a brave girl.”
“You’ve had a lot of people looking at you today, haven’t you?” Louis added gently, squeezing your thigh. “Still doing so good.”
You tucked your face into his neck and let out a soft, sleepy coo.
The walk back to the car was slow. Louis carried you the whole way, one hand under your discreetly diapered bottom, the other holding Bunny securely. You were already halfway asleep, your cheek pressed to his shoulder.
Olivia unlocked the car and opened the back door, laying a soft muslin blanket in your seat. You whimpered quietly as Louis moved to buckle you in, your hands reaching out blindly.
“No, no, no, baby, it’s okay,” Olivia said quickly, kneeling down beside the seat. “Mama’s right here.”
“Mmmm…” you whimpered again, blinking up at her through glossy eyes.
Louis leaned down and kissed your cheek before popping your pacifier in your mouth. “We’ll sit with you once we’re home, little one. Just a short drive, alright?”
Olivia stroked your cheek and let you hold one of her fingers. “We’ll play a lullaby. I bet you’ll be asleep before the second verse.”
True to her word, she queued up your favorite sleepy playlist before they even left the parking lot.
By the time you turned onto your street, you were completely out—head tilted to the side, Bunny tucked under your arm, pacifier gently bobbing.
Back home, Olivia carried you straight to the nursery while Louis grabbed the bag from the trunk. She sat down in the rocking chair, still holding you, and began to hum softly as she swayed.
Your eyes fluttered open for just a second when you felt her settle in.
You blinked once.
Then you saw her face.
Then closed your eyes again.
And sighed.
“Shhh,” she whispered, rocking you. “Back to sleep, baby girl. You were such a good girl at lunch. Mama’s so proud of you.”
Louis entered the room quietly and smiled at the sight—his two girls, rocking softly in the golden light of the afternoon.
He knelt beside the chair and kissed your forehead, then Olivia’s.
“Couldn’t ask for a better little day,” he whispered.
“Nope,” Olivia agreed, still rocking. “We’re the luckiest.”
Summary When you try to hard launch your relationship it seems to be that no one believes you.
Part 2
A/N I like this a lot. It is a bit lengthy but I love it. Also I removed Carlos Sainz because I needed a place and Ferrari was the best with the options. So the reader will replace him.
Also I tried something new with writing for a girl so lmk know if you want more fem!driver x famous girl fics!
I hope y’all like it!
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