Lady Lesso X Reader One Shots <3.

Innocence. NSFW

Summary: Lesso finds the Readers innocence beyond intriguing. She decides to test the Reader and toy with them a little. Until one day, she can no longer hold back her attraction.

Warnings: slightly Evil Lesso (she's totally unhinged), 18+ student & teacher, corruption, innocence, virginity, low-key manipulation, masturbation, possessiveness / ownership (?), etc. R consents ofc but is v inexperienced and pure and Lesso takes advantage sort of kind of.

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Lesso was no angel; she'd be the first to admit it. In fact, she thought 'good' behaviour was boring, laughable, pathetic.

At least, those were her thoughts before she caught sight of you the day you appeared in the school that she so desperately hoped would burn down to the ground some days.

Pretty little thing.

That was her immediate reaction. Her second reaction was to remind herself that she hated pretty. Or, well, she was supposed to. God dammit.

Lesso spent days avoiding the school for good. She somehow managed to make herself grow an intense hatred towards it now that she had caught herself interested in your beauty; and more importantly, your innocence.

She had only seen you interact with others a couple of times, but that was all she needed. An obsession within her grew and began torturing her mind with every passing moment. So much so, that the red-head began ditching her responsibilities, especially when it involved the two schools merging. She couldn't bare to let herself feed into this sick fantasy; wanting to corrupt you, play with you and your purity, test you, destroy you. Lesso felt beyond unprofessional. She was supposed to be the Dean — someone who protected the students, taught them and encouraged them, not ruined them and made them her pets. But that's all that the red-head could think about.

There was a knock on Lesso's office, startling the Dean of evil as she groaned at the distraction. She absolutely could not care less about anything school-related right now.

Another knock.

Lesso cussed under her breath, not moving from her place as she remained perched onto a side table, taking a swig of the whiskey glass in her hand, "This better be fucking important. Come in!"

On the other side of the door, you were standing nervously fiddling with your hands, refraining from picking at the pale pink polish on your nails. You heard the annoyance in Lesso's tone, and debated between bothering her or apologising and running away, but Dovey had so kindly asked you to check on the Dean of Evil and you couldn't bare to disappoint her.

"For God's sake! I said come in!"

The door swung open so harshly, you could've sworn you heard the hinges tear from the wall. You were wide-eyed like a lost fawn as Lesso revealed her form, a frustrated knit inbetween her eyebrows. She gazed down at you in surprise, opening her mouth to speak but her voice failing her. The redhead pursed her lips, glancing left, then right, then left, then back at you again.

"How can I help you?" Her face relaxed. You were almost convinced you'd seen her smirk, but it was probably just your nerves playing tricks on you.

"I-I'm sorry for bothering you, Lady Lesso," you looked down in shame. It was only your first week at the school and you'd already messed up and gotten on the wrong side of the Dean. "Professor Dovey asked me to check on you — she has been awfully worried about you."

Lesso scoffed. Worried about her. Why on earth would anyone worry about her? She was the Dean of evil, for Christ sake. She could handle herself.