Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Twelve

Your heart pounded so hard in your chest that you were almost certain he could hear it. Your head spun; you had suspected it all this time, but to have him so clearly state it felt...

I'll make your sweet little dream come true...

Closing your eyes against the inevitable blush, you managed to whisper, "I know."

"If you know, why are you acting so fucking stupid about it?" His words were cutting, and you knew it was a form of punishment, somehow. He was, after all, a dom.

"Please don't call me stupid," you begged of him, tears filling your eyes as you opened them. "Please."

There was a kiss pressed between your eyes, and he lingered there for a moment or two longer than normal. "I'm sorry," he apologized, "but you infuriate me in ways I cannot describe. Tell me I've been driving you crazy, as well."

Nodding, you delicately wiped your eyes. "You have been, yes, sir," was your strained response.

He pulled away, reaching for a box of tissues from his desk and handing it over to you. "Forgive me. I don't mean to make you cry."

Your professor was actually apologizing, something that you never thought would happen, considering how he had been picking on you all this time. When the tears continued to roll despite the tissues and the apology, Seán took your face and gently wiped your tears himself. "You cry beautifully."

What kind of offhand compliment was that? Still, it was nonetheless a compliment, and you managed a smile. "Thank you."

"Do you know what that means? It means you would make the perfect sub."

Your stomach twisted into itself. The perfect sub? "S-sir... I..."

"Of course, that would mean that I would need to train you to be one. And we don't even know each other intimately." The professor returned to his chair, lacing his fingers together on the desk. "Tell me what you're thinking, right at this moment. Now that I've been honest with you about how I feel."

You swallowed and looked everywhere but at him. But you knew that he preferred you to be actually looking at him, so you forced yourself to gaze into his baby blues. "I don't know. I'm... I'm very confused, sir."

He sat back in thought before he smiled. "No matter how many times I ask you to call me Seán, you still prefer to call me sir?"

"You're my professor. I thought it was respectful."

Seán grinned. "I like that. You really would make the perfect sub... with training, of course." He sat forward, staring into your soul so hard you got the chills. "Is that what you want? Are you curious about my lifestyle? Do you want to be my sub?"

Your face burned hotly. "I... I don't know..." you trailed off, unable to keep looking at him as you stared at your hands in your lap. "Sir, I... a part of me still feels that even talking about it is inappropriate... but..." You sighed shakily. "I had another dream about you last night. These dreams are keeping me awake."

"Another dream? Would you care to elaborate?" He hid his smile from you. He was getting under your skin, and he knew it all too well.

"Y-you were holding me down again," you stuttered slightly. "I... I could almost feel you inside of me, I remember that very distinctly. And you were telling me the same thing over and over."

"And what would that be?"

"That you could "make my sweet little dream come true", sir..."

He spun around in his seat, smirking wide. "Well, it is the truth. I could. And I think you know it, as well. Otherwise you wouldn't be dreaming of it. We oftentimes dream of the things our brains cannot handle in our waking hours. Some dreams mean nothing, of course, but I think in this case, it means that I have been on your mind very much lately." Seán spun back around to face you with a gleam in his eye. "Well? What do you say? Would you like me to make your dreams come true?"

Too scared to look him in the eyes again, you looked away into your lap once more. "I... I don't know..."

"Satiate your curiosity. Give in to me." He was getting up again, and your skin began to heat up, pooling somewhere below your stomach and between your thighs. "Give in and give me what I want." His hands laid on your shoulders tightly, making you whimper a little bit. "I want you so very badly." He leaned in like always, murmuring further. "In the end, I always get what I want. And I want a new sub."

You shivered under his touch, and the professor chuckled softly into your ear. He pressed a kiss to the skin just below it, at your neck, and the gesture raised gooseflesh.

Would you give in? You didn't know. You still felt like it was taboo.

Doesn't that make it all the better?

Both himself and Stephanie had given you this exact advice. But you still felt hesitant. "Sir, please..."

"You said you wanted me. I want you right back. What are we waiting for?" Seán took your head into his hands, gazing into your eyes. You could feel your body melting under his touch. "Two very intimate dreams about me. You cannot tell me you aren't curious." He smirked, leaning in to brush his lips against your own. "Just give in... let me show you what I'm capable of. I may be a dom, but I am perfectly capable of tenderness."

"I-I..."

"Don't make me beg."