Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Eight

That night was very much the same as the previous two, the only exception being that you at last passed out around two in the morning. So at least you managed to get a couple solid hours of sleep.

The only problem was, now you were beginning to dream about Seán. They weren't nightmares, per se, but you did find yourself in some very compromising positions in that dream.

You couldn't tell if it was a good or a bad thing, truth be told. Sex dreams weren't unheard of, of course, but with your professor?

Shaking your head, you kept your gaze down as you saw Stephanie approaching you out of the edge of your vision. "Well, you look like you finally got some sleep!" she exclaimed, clearly happy for you as she tried to balance her lockbox with her notebooks again.

"Yeah, I got a couple of hours," you replied, managing a smile. "Had a hell of a dream though."

"Oh really? You wanna talk about it?"

You hesitated. Should you? Perhaps she could give you some advice. "It... there's this guy that's..." you trailed off, scratching the back of your head as you tried to find the right words. To tell her that you were having sexual dreams about the teacher she liked would have spelled disaster, wouldn't it?

"Go on..." she urged you with a sly sort of grin. "There's this guy, okay..."

"I had a sex dream about him last night and I don't know what to think about it." You bit at your lower lip, feeling your face start to burn.

"Is that all? Here I thought something had actually happened." She shrugged. "Do you like him?"

"I..." Did you? Seán was... intriguing, if not a little assertive, to say the least. "He's different. I think a lot of people really like him."

"That's not what I asked, though, is it? I asked if you liked him."

Damn it. "I don't know. I'm on the fence about it."

"Well, then! You must like him a little bit if you're having sex dreams about him."

"I mean, he's attractive. Very."

"Lots of relationships start out as physical ones. I say go for it. If he's into you, of course." She smiled and nudged you with her arm. "Hey, don't look so down. Having a sex dream about a hot guy isn't a bad thing."

"But..." You sighed. This was where your word choice was vital. "What if... the relationship... would be bad?"

Her eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Maybe it's taboo. You know, forbidden."

She laughed a little. "What kind of guy are you looking at?! A taboo relationship, what is he, taken?" Her laughter died down when she realized you were not laughing with her. "Ahem... well... if he's taken, I say don't do anything about it. Don't be a side chick."

"He's not taken," you murmured softly.

"Then why is it taboo? Is it a religious thing?"

"Something like that."

He practices something, all right...

Stephanie's sly grin returned. "If it's that kind of taboo, doesn't that just make it all the better?"

"Your views on relationships are a little twisted, Steph."

"Oh come on! Give him a chance, if he likes you, why the fuck not? Live a little!" She seemed excited for you. "I just wanna see my friends happy."

You won't be so happy when you find out just who this mystery man is, though...

~☆~

Seán seemed in a much better mood compared to yesterday as the two of you walked into the classroom. "Ah, top of the morning, ladies," he spoke with a smile.

Only Stephanie returned his smile; you felt your heart begin to race for no apparent reason. The dream was invading your thoughts again, and you hurried to your seat and opened up the textbook, trying to distract yourself desperately.

But you had turned to the page about sexual intercourse, so that certainly didn't help. Not that the textbook was particularly arousing in any way, but it just didn't help your predicament.

You could hardly focus enough to take proper notes, as your mind kept wandering back to the dream. Damn the thing to hell! Flashes of Seán's body kept popping up, and soon your face was burning again. He had looked so...

"... me? Excuse me?" He was waving a hand in front of your face, making a big show of it. "Hello, are we awake today?" There was a titter of laughter that rippled through the class. This just made your face burn all the hotter. "I asked you a question but it seems you didn't get enough sleep."

"Sorry! I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, your back rigid and hands clenching the desk tightly, knuckles white.

The professor sighed and turned away, choosing someone else to answer whatever question he had asked of you.

God damn it all...

~☆~

Class ended without any further incident, as your embarrassment prevented you from dwelling on your dream again for the remainder of the lesson. But as you tried to leave, a gentle hand stopped you by grabbing your arm. "Hey," the teacher murmured, "stay a minute. I want to speak with you."

You sighed and watched the rest of the students leaving the room, eyeing Stephanie a little bit before turning your attention back to him. "Yes, sir?"

Seán sat down at his desk and looked you over for a few long moments. "Are you all right?"

"I'm afraid I don't understand the question."

"You seem extremely distracted today. Did you get enough sleep?"

Your blood began to boil. No, you didn't get enough sleep, and what little you did manage to gain was ruined by a stupid sex dream! "Why are you so interested in my life, sir?"

He seemed mildly surprised. "This time I'm the one that doesn't understand the question."

"You pick on me, you embarrass me in front of the whole class, you find ways to get me into your office all the fucking time! You say you like me but your actions speak otherwise!"

He stood up slowly, approaching you at an agonizing pace. Just as slowly you began to back up until you hit the chalkboard behind you.

Seán got close, too close for comfort, blocking you there with his arms, his hands flat on the board behind you. His eyes never left yours, and you felt trapped in his own, locked in place by sheer will. Your breath began to shorten in a vague, uneasy sort of fear.

Like before, he leaned his head in to whisper directly into your ear, his lips grazing the shell of it. "Speak to me like that again and I'll teach you a lesson you won't soon forget."