Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Nine

Chills. Loads of them, shooting up your spine and making it curl away from the chalkboard at your back. Shooting down your legs and making them completely numb. Even your toes curled in your shoes. An unfamiliar wave of heat coursed through your body, settling somewhere beneath your belly.

"Am I understood?" Seán whispered, his lips tickling your ear.

"Yes, sir," you managed to choke out.

"Good. Now, then... pertaining to your... demands..." He pulled away but did not back off, simply crossing his arms over his broad chest. A chest that you were certain would be--

No! No, no, no! You shook your head violently, trying to rid yourself of the invasive thought process. Again.

He raised an eyebrow. "What ever is on your mind? Out with it."

"N-no, I can't... I just can't..." you murmured, hoping he would not press further.

But luck was not on your side that day. "Yes you can, and you will. Tell me what's been going on today. You are terribly distracted."

"I had a sex dream about you!" you blurted out, cursing yourself inwardly for it. Why? Why did you have to be honest?

Because refusing him would mean I get punished...

Wait, what?

Slowly, ever so slowly, he grinned. His hands reached up and out for you, taking the sides of your neck as he edged himself closer still. He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours again, breathing deeply before pulling his head away again. "Is that so?" the professor asked, still grinning. "A sex dream about me. I'm flattered."

"S-sir, I--"

He pressed a finger to your lips. "Do you know why I haven't kissed you yet? Believe you me, I want to. Quite badly. But do you know what would happen if I did?" When you shook your head he smiled. "Then the magic is ruined. I like to play with my food."

Your entire body began to tremble, your neck still in his gentle hands. You knew he could feel it. Wincing slightly, you wished desperately that he would release you, so you could leave, but what reason would you have? "S-sir, please, I think Stephanie is waiting for m-me..."

Seán's eyes narrowed a touch. He must have believed you, at least a little, for he pulled away and headed for the door. He closed and locked it; your sigh of relief was cut short. Now what?

Much to your surprise, the professor sat at his desk and pulled out a pad of paper and a pen. "So, then, tell me about it."

"I... I beg your pardon?"

His baby blue eyes looked up at you in such a way that it sent another chill down your back. "Your dream. Tell me about it."

You hesitated, then shook your head. "S-sir, I really don't want to..." you protested gently.

He seemed none too pleased. "You can, and you will. Now talk to me."

So demanding! You sighed and took a seat nearby, hanging your head. "There isn't much to tell you. I... it was just a dream where we... where we were... h-having..."

"Sex," he finished for you. "Yes, that's all well and good. What position?"

You blinked rapidly at him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean precisely what I asked of you. What sex position were we in?" Seán snapped a little, getting a little testy with you.

Your face burned a bright red color. That was his first question for you?! "M-missionary," you murmured softly.

"How... vanilla." His upper lip curled back for just a moment before moving on. "All right, so we were having sex in the missionary position. Is that all? Was it a silent dream? Were there words being spoken?"

You shook your head, trying to clear it, wanting to block out his words. "N-no, no, I don't... I can't..."

"Was there anything at all out of the ordinary or was it simply silent, boring sex?" He was writing something down, and you were terrified to ask what. "Well?"

Wincing again, you looked away. "It... it was... you were holding my wrists down on the bed..."

The professor raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" He grinned a little bit. "Now that sounds more like it," he added, writing some more. "What else?"

Your shame had skyrocketed. This was about your fucking teacher! "Sir, I don't want to talk about this anymore. I don't think it's appropriate."

"Appropriate?" He leaned over a slight bit. "Who else is better qualified to decipher a dream about sex than me? The one who teaches the Psychology of Sex?"

Damn it all! He was right, of course he was! Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to piece together what little you could recall about your damned dream. "You were holding my wrists down, and you were whispering... something into my ear. I don't remember what it was. I really don't."

"And how did this dream make you feel? Be honest." This was the question you were most afraid to answer. How did you feel about it?

"I'm not sure," you admitted.

The professor looked up from his writing. "You're not... sure. I don't think you're being honest. All dreams give emotion, even if they only serve to be arousing. Were you aroused by this?"

What kind of fucking question was that?! Your face burned hotter than ever, somehow. You squirmed in your seat, your legs crossed tightly together. "I don't know," you answered before he could get annoyed.

"I think you do. It's a simple question. I know you find me attractive," Seán added with a grin. "Very much so. I heard you talking with your little friend before." He set the notepad and pen aside before getting up, approaching you. You tried to shrink back into your seat but the chair was hard and unforgiving.

He leaned over you to graze his lips along the shell of your ear, like he seemed so fond of doing. "S-sir, I refuse to answer your question," you spat out before he could do anything.

"Why do you refuse me at every turn?"

"Because you're my professor. It's not right! It's forbidden!"

Seán took your face into his hands, grinning wide. "Doesn't that just make it all the better? Tell me you were aroused by the dream. Tell me." He leaned in once more, murmuring into your ear directly. "I can make your sweet little dream come true."