Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Ten

He let you go just at that moment, and you scrambled to gather your things as you ran out of the classroom, your heart pounding.

I'll make your sweet little dream come true.

Goddamn him! You knew that that would haunt you for awhile.

But "awhile" came much too soon, as you were distracted for the rest of the day. So much so that you ended up literally running into Stephanie again, who this time luckily just laughed it off. "Are you daydreaming about that hot guy or something?" she asked softly.

"Daydreaming, no. It's haunting me now," you replied bitterly.

"Haunting you? Oh hon, you've gotta tell him," she urged you, nudging you with her elbow. "What harm could it do?"

"I told you, Steph, this sort of relationship is taboo. I don't want to risk anything," you pressed.

"You know damn well it's gonna haunt you until you do something about it." You did know that, and your expression must have said so, because she smiled. "Tell him! Tell him you find him attractive and see where it goes from there!"

"I'm pretty sure he already knows that I think he's hot," was your muttered response.

"Even better. Do something about it, then! All the groundwork is laid out, now you just gotta seize it."

Easier said than done.

~☆~

You knocked softly at his door, wondering if he would answer it. If he didn't, you vowed to simply go home and try to figure something else out.

But alas, Seán opened the door and seemed happy but surprised at your arrival. "This is a pleasant surprise," he mused quietly, stepping aside to let you enter. "What brings you to my office today? I'm not letting you make up that homework. That was your own fault for forgetting to stop by."

You shook your head a little bit. "That's... no, that's not why I'm here," you responded. Your body felt rigid as you sat down, in the same seat as you always did. The same seat that he had a habit of hovering over. You gripped your purse tightly. "A friend just... gave me some advice about my... situation. That's all."

"Oh?" Seán leaned on his desk in front of you, watching you carefully like he always seemed to. "And what advice is that?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "To tell you that I... that I... f-find you attractive."

There was a long pause before he smirked. "I know. You said it yourself, didn't you? I heard you. I've already told you this, so was this just a waste of my time?"

That hit you where it hurt. "It's not a waste of time! I'm admitting to myself that I find you attractive despite all the shit you've put me through!"

He seemed to consider this, letting his head bob back and forth. "That's fair. Very well, so it wasn't such a waste of my time. But, you see, there's a problem." Like always he leaned over you, hands on your shoulders this time. "I already knew you were attracted to me. Despite it all." His voice lowered. "Do you know what I hate?"

You didn't. You felt the blood drain from your face. "N-no, I don't."

"I hate repeating myself." His grip on your shoulders tightened a little. "Do not make me repeat myself again. Am I clear?"

"Crystal, sir," you replied.

"Good." The whole situation just felt like a rehash of the same old shit; he would get close before pulling away again, doing nothing but putting you on edge. But this time he didn't seem to be pulling away; instead he pressed a kiss to your ear, making you shudder violently.

Just a kiss to the ear had done that! You were floored; he was damn good at what he did.

Now he pulled away, his arms crossed. "Would you like me to give you a diagnosis about your little sex dream? If you haven't figured out what it means by now, I'll be disappointed."

You slowly hung your head. "I've been trying not to think too hard about my dream, to be honest, sir..." was your soft reply.

He reached over and took your chin, making you look up at him. "It means you are curious about it. About me. You want me, deep down, don't you?"

You gazed into those baby blue eyes of his, knowing that he was right. In the end, he would always be right. Somehow you knew that to be a fact.

When you didn't respond right away the professor frowned. "I asked you a question. When I ask you a question I expect a response. Again, you are making me repeat myself, and I hate it. In fact I loathe it."

"I'm sorry, sir..."

"Don't be sorry, answer the damn question!" Seán snapped at you, slamming his fist down on the desk space beside him. "Answer me, damn it! Do you want me or don't you?!"

You shrieked a tiny bit at his anger; it had come so suddenly that fear knotted up your stomach, churning it and making it tighten in a very unpleasant way. You had to answer. You had to! You didn't want him angry any further!

"Yes, yes, I do want you!" you finally cried out, tears overflowing in your eyes. You knew it was wrong to want your teacher, yet you could not deny the attraction towards him. It was a vicious cycle.

Seán's anger melted away almost immediately. He had gotten what he wanted. "Stand up. Move away from the chair," he demanded.

His tone of voice told you that there would be trouble if you didn't follow his instructions very clearly. You practically jumped up out of your seat and moved away from the chair you had been sitting in, wondering what he was up to. What he was planning.

His hands reached out for you as he approached you, taking your shoulders and slowly backing you up and against the opposite wall. They trailed up to your neck as he inched ever closer; you could feel his body heat. Holding the sides of your neck his thumbs gently tilted your head upwards to meet his before he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours.