Im So Sleepy What Do You Mean I Have To Go To School? What Do You Mean I Need An Education? Im Just A

I’m so sleepy 😴 what do you mean I have to go to school? what do you mean I need an education? I’m just a baby let me sleep :(

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Hey! I was wondering if I could request some angsty jealous!reader x lilette where reader is jealous of how much time lilette is spending with her scene partner, possibly ending with smut?

On My Tongue

Lilette Suarez x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, bit of quarreling, smut— oral, fingering, toy use(reader receiving)

In which, Lilette makes it up to reader for making her feel jealous

“Hey, what are you up to this afternoon?”

“Oh, I’m meeting with Robbie to run lines for the play. What’s up, babe?”

“Nothing, just wanted to see if you were free to hang out.”

“Oh.” Lilette answers, the excitement gone from her voice, “I’m sorry, bubs. I promise I’ll go to yours once I’m done here, okay?”

“Okay.” You agreed, “Bye, Lil.”

“I’ll see you soon, okay? Love you.”

The thing was this. Lilette always kept to her promise and came to hang out with you every time she was done rehearsing and running lines with her scene partner, Robbie Thorne. He was nice and all, so it was nothing against him. But every time you and Lilette hung out ever since she got cast in the school play, all she could talk about was the play, or rehearsals, this scene and that scene.

You loved that she was so excited, it was adorable. She was adorable going on and on about something she loved. But you, you couldn’t help but feel jealous knowing that she had to prioritise rehearsals right now and for the next month— that’s how long the drama club had left till opening night. You were jealous, of the damn play, but perhaps more so about the fact that Robbie was the one getting to spend that much time with her since most of Lilette’s scenes were with him.

Did you let her know how you felt though? Oh, no way. You could never do that and have yourself seem like a needy little bitch. You’ve sat in at rehearsals a few times but hey, watching them interact made you want to roll your eyes the whole way through, annoyed. You missed her like crazy. You missed spending time with her, and with her current commitment to the play, it’s been crazy hard to get her alone. You weren’t about to ruin it for her because it was the senior play so it was the very last one she’d be able to do.

Oh, and one more thing— no one knew that you and Lilette were together. You were her secret. So if you add that into consideration, it meant that even when you two were together, you had to be so careful because living in this small town? Everyone knew everyone. And they talk. A lot. Your biggest worry? Her mother.

It was Friday and you guys had the day off school so you’d slept in till about 9:30 which was considered pretty late for you since you tended to wake up naturally before 8a.m. no matter what. Putting your phone aside, you got up to get freshened up and do some chores. Then, you had breakfast. Nothing fancy, just made yourself a bowl of oatmeal with strawberries and peanut butter. You stared into space while you ate, your mind subconsciously drifting back to think about Lilette after awhile. You sigh. “Stop it, y/n.” You chided yourself, “Nothing to be jealous about. She already said she’ll come over here later.”

Washing up your bowl and spoon, you went back to your room and curled up under the covers to read a book while you let your phone charge. Now that. That went well. You did not think about Lilette once. Feeling a little restless and thirsty, you got out of bed to stretch and get yourself a drink. Once you returned to your little safe place, your phone buzzed on the vanity. Lilette’d texted you.

But somehow, you just weren’t feeling excited anymore. Instead, you scoffed and felt so annoyed and you could not help yourself. You didn’t know how or why, but yet, here you are. Feeling like shit.

Obviously, seeing your unusual response, she calls you.

“Nothing’s wrong.” You deadpanned.

“Something’s bothering you.” She stated. She was right— but you couldn’t verbalise what was bothering you.

“Can we just talk when you get here? I can’t do this right now?” You answered hurriedly.

With a soft sigh, she agrees and hung up after saying bye. You slapped yourself on the cheek lightly, “What the fuck is wrong with you, y/n? She comes over early, you’re not happy. She promises to spend time with you and she’s been doing that— you’re also not happy. What the hell do you want?”

Getting so caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t even hear the knocking on the door. Until, you heard your name. Lilette was here. You scurried to the door to let her in. “Sorry…I was— I was uh, thinking.” Lilette shows up right around lunchtime.

She chuckles dryly, stepping inside your apartment. “Right.”

You squinted at her, taken aback by her response. “What?”

“Stop it, y/n. I’m sick of this, you know? You distancing yourself from me when something’s very clearly bothering you. It’s been going on for what, three, four weeks now?” Lilette snapped. You flinched, backing away from her. Tears immediately pricked at your eyes. You hated that you were like this. You hated that Lilette had moments like this, thanks to her Mother. Her mother’s tone of voice and reaction to things in situations like these ones. It wasn’t her fault, this was the only reaction she knew because that’s what she was taught inevitably growing up.

“Will you just talk to me?”

Damn, now you couldn’t. You were feeling that painful lump in your throat and you looked down at your feet.

Her backpack lands on the floor with a thud. You flinch again, “Fuck! I don’t— I don’t know what’s wrong okay? Fuck it, I don’t understand what I’m feeling. Why I’m feeling this way. I hate it, I hate myself. I hate that I’m like this. I don’t know why I hate that you have to be at rehearsals and running lines all the damn time even though I know you have to because the play’s coming up. And you’re fucking good at it and I’m happy for you, I think it’s fucking cute that you’re so happy and excited to be in the play so it’s my problem that I’m feeling so negative. I just— ugh! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please—”

You rambled, and Lilette gets snapped out of her little mood as she heard more and more of your words, when she heard you get more and more distraught.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve just talked to you instead of trying to deny how I was feeling.”

Lilette swallowed her words and just hugged you, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. That was wrong and not at all helpful.”

You burst into tears, tears seeping into her shirt, “I’m sorry. I know I need to change, I just— I need —”

“I know, baby. I know. You’ll be okay, one day at a time, y/n. You’re already going to therapy, you’re on the right track.” She rubs your back. “I’m not mad at you, okay? I promise. I’m still working through that whole thing regarding my Mom. I just— sometimes, it still happens. I get upset and my first reaction is to yell, but that’s not going to help.”

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After awhile, she broke away from the hug. “How can I make it up to you, hm?” She asks, looking at you as she sniffles. You exhaled harshly, pondering over her question.

Then, you looked at her and she looked at you. Up and down. Your eyes meet again, silently answering the question she posed you with. She puts her hair up quickly with the scrunchie on her wrist then pushed you gently onto the armchair. She kneels before you, swiftly pulling down your leggings and underwear in one smooth motion. “I bought you your favourite dessert, you know?” She tells you while her hands went up and down on your bare thighs as her gaze was locked in with yours.

“Then we better finish before it melts.” You guffawed, squirming a bit feeling her fingertips against your skin. Warm, but ticklish. Lilette pushes up one leg of yours and you bent it, the other one rests on her shoulder while she dove right in between your legs. Starting with soft, slow licks that circled your clit which caused an ache each time, your arousal rapidly grew. She was so pleased about it, picking up her pace and started to lick up and down the lengths of your folds. You seethed and whined, squirming in the restrictive seat. “Oh, my fucking God.” You muttered, exhaling shakily.

“Fuck, I could eat you out forever.” She curses, breath fanning against you and making you moan. Lilette only laughs again, making you give her the same reaction. She removes her mouth, eyes flicking downward to look at your cunt. “So pretty…” She licked her lips. “You’re so wet. Why are you so wet, baby?”

“Fucking tease.” You mumbled.

“Oh, of course. It’s been a month since we did anything.” She smirked, “Duh. Making out wasn’t enough for you, right, baby?”

You only whined in response while she inched closer to you again. Your eyes watched her closely as she moves, fighting the very intense urge to whine again. “Oh, just whine all you want.” Lilette said sweetly, causing your cunt to throb. “I love hearing you make that sweet, sweet noise for me, angel.”

Oh, God.

She walks away, and you glared at her. “Easy…I’m just getting something for you from my bag.” Lilette chuckles, unzipping her backpack. You sigh, eyes now on the container that was placed on the coffee table— the tiramisu she’d bought for you.

When she was kneeling between your legs again, you were shocked to say the least. The girl was holding onto a vibrator— a vibrating egg, to be specific.

“When the hell did you get the time to buy that?”

“I bought it online and had it shipped to my P.O. box.” She replied nonchalantly, turning on the toy.

“You actually got a P.O. box?” You asked, a little surprised.

“Yes.” She stated, “You want me to fuck you pr not?”

“Is that even a question?” You sassed. Lilette gives you a bewildered look, brows raised as the smirk returns to her face.

She was definitely going to make you pay for that attitude. Inserting the toy into you without much of a warning, you yelped, hips lifting up against your will. Unfazed, but very content, Lilette moved your legs to their original positions and resumed her stimulating of your clit while the toy worked on the internal part of the work.

The girl was sweet and innocent to anyone but you. At least in public she was…when alone? Lilette wasn’t afraid to explore fantasies and new things. You living alone gave her an advantage — She had a place to go to that she didn’t have to worry about privacy. Her combination of techniques had you soaking the leather beneath you— scary quick. She somehow saw you grabbing your boob and smacked your hand away. You whined very loudly, very frustrated, but she swiftly took over your hand and groped the hell out of it, forcing endless noises of pleasure to erupt from your throat. You were so desperate for her touch after such a long time that every gesture from her sent you closer and closer to tears.

“Oh, God. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” You pleaded, a quiver in your voice.

She listens to you instead of doing what she wanted. Lilette would usually stop her ministrations when you pleaded her to continue, you guessed that this time was a little different. “This enough for you?” She asks, voice muffled since she was buried deep in your pussy.

You let out a strained cry, “Fuck. You are so fucking good at this.”

The girl damn near bit onto your clit. If you didn’t squirm, she would’ve. “Shit.” You panted, feeling her tongue go faster and faster, then the toy went faster. Somehow.

You seethed, licking your lips, “Babe— I’m close—” Instantly, she pulled the vibrator out of you and abandoned it. “Fuck— fuck—” You cursed, clenching around nothing while the ache and pleasure grew and grew to no end. She was keeping you just stimulated enough for a damn long time. The edge seemed so close yet so far away. It was building and building to a brim. “Baby, please. Please, I need to come, please.” You hurriedly spat out.

Two fingers of hers replaced the vibrator and curled upwards to hit your g-spot mercilessly to chase your high. It absolutely did not take her long to make you come. And so very intensely. The fluttering in your core got so extreme it eventually becomes an ache as she helps you ride out your high. Seeing that you were in tears she was fucking proud of what she’d just accomplished.

“You’re so hot, baby…” She complimented, Handsome caressing your thigh as she moves herself up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on her lips. “Such a good girl, aren’t you? Coming for me so easily and so much…you feel amazing on my tongue.”

“If you keep talking, I’m about come again, Lilette.” You scoff.

“Oh, please do. That’d be such a treat for me…” Lilette smiled at you, sitting on the floor, her hand dangerously close to your apex. “You wanna come again, baby? I can give you that. Does my baby want that?”

Oh, fuck it. “Fuck, yes. Make me come again. Make me squirt for all I care.”

“Oh, a challenge?” She raised her brows, “Game on, y/n. Game on. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to think about anything but me.”

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Writing two very different smut fics is so silly because one is like consent is key and they’re being very communicative and the other one is very dom/sub lol this is silly

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