Lady Lesso X Reader One Shots <3.

Overthinking. NSFW

Summary: Lesso gets jealous of you spending time with Clarissa.

Warnings: Hair pulling, spanking, fingering, jealousy, bickering, angry Lesso, etc

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"All I'm saying is—" you paused, popping a grape into your mouth, "If I fail this exam, I might as well just settle on becoming a cleaner here. Or a lunch lady. The sooner the better, too. There'd be no point in going to classes anymore."

"Oh, sweetheart," Clarissa giggled, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder as you both relaxed outside on the grass, enjoying a picnic lunch. "Don't say that — you'll do absolutely fine. I promise."

You gratefully smiled at Dovey, before falling back onto the blanket with a long sigh.

What seemed like an innocent interaction between you both, felt like the complete opposite to Lesso, who had been watching you from inside of the school, hiding slyly behind a dark curtain.

She always knew that Clarissa had a thing for you. The way she looked at you — it made Lesso want to crawl out of her own skin with nausea. And the way Dovey touched you whenever you made her laugh? That was enough to make the Dean of Evil homicidal.

Clarissa laid down beside you and began going over some recent material as you both observed the summer sky, leaving Lesso to storm away from the view as she could no longer bare witness to something so nauseating.

Later that night, you laid in bed on your stomach, a pen lodged in between your teeth as you studied your notes, multiple school books strewn around the room in a frenzied mess.

The door to your bedroom opened and slammed closed within the same second as Lesso stormed into the room — a weekly occurrence that no longer phased you.

"You're in a bad mood," you stated knowingly, eyes not shifting from the ink on your notebook, "What is it this time?"

"Brat," Lesso seethed, "That's no way to speak to me and you know that. Or should I remind you?"

You sighed, finally rolling onto your side as you faced the angry woman. "Look. Whatever it is, it can wait. I've had a long day and—"

"Oh, a long day?" Lesso interrupted as her eyebrows raised. She began slowly making her way to the bed. "Did you not enjoy Dovey's company today? Because it definitely looked like you did."

"That's what this is about?" You rolled your eyes, shifting back onto your stomach. Lesso's jealousy was going to eat her alive one day. Clarissa was the Dean of the school for Good. The school which you attended. How on earth did Lesso expect you to avoid her?

You went back to your notes, rereading everything for what felt like the millionth time.

In a swift motion, Lesso had straddled the back of your thighs and grabbed your hair in a fist, pulling back sharply.

"Hey!"

"Be quiet."

The redhead used her free hand to clear your bed of the several obstacles you had littered around, before bringing her attention down to your ass, spanking your right cheek and watching it jiggle. Your pyjama shorts were hardly covering anything. Lesso wondered what the point of even wearing them was. You may as well have been wearing a thong.

"You don't get to just brush my feelings away," Lesso harshly scolded you, smacking your ass once again.

You yelped at each hit, squirming under her hold. "You're being irrational! Dovey is one of my teachers— she's the Dean, for goodness sake!"