Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Thirty-Nine

".... en.... come on, kitten, wake up..."

The voice was gentle but insistent, and you roused from sleep with a good dose of confusion. Why were you suddenly so wet?

Oh.

Seán had pulled the covers away and rolled you onto your back, pushing your legs apart and diving his head between them. His soft words and gentle licks were what woke you up, and your sleepy voice let out a mewling sound as his encouragement.

He chuckled quietly against your skin. "I was hungry, kitten, I'm sorry," he explained, making your knees bend up so he could spread you open further. His lips molded around your clit, sucking steadily and watching your reaction.

Your eyes met his and you turned bright pink, looking away again as your hips slowly thrust towards his mouth. The knot that had formed was already threatening to burst; he had gotten you so aroused so quickly!

Your dom didn't stop sucking until you came, gentler this time, no squirting involved. But you did cry out eagerly, gripping the pillow beneath your head and your spine arching as waves of pleasure ran through your core.

At long last he sat back up and licked his upper lip, leaning over you to kiss both of your cheeks before your mouth. "On Sundays, kitten, I decompress. No BDSM, nothing of the sort. Okay? So on Sundays I'm going to request that you call me by name."

"O-okay, s--... Seán," you replied, trying to steady your breathing, coming back down from yet another high.

He slid off of the bed and held out a hand. "I'm going to shower. Will you join me? Or would you like to have a lie-in?"

The lie-in sounded wonderful, but so did the shower. So you opted for his attention instead, taking his hand and allowing him to pull you out of the bed and towards his bathroom.

"I expect that you must be feeling filthy by now, after so many orgasms and no shower to clean up afterwards." You made no mention of the fact that he had allowed you to sleep in his bed if he thought you were so damn filthy. You hid your frown a little bit; who was he to assume? But he was right, as usual; you did feel a good deal grimy.

You stood in the bathroom, feeling only mildly awkward for some reason as he turned the water on hot. With slow motions he undressed, smiling at you as he did so. "Seán?" you asked quietly. "If... if on Sundays you decompress, wouldn't it have been better for me to bring a change of clothes?" The ones you wore to his house were still on the floor in the basement.

He tilted his head back and forth in thought. "Perhaps, but I also have some clothes that you can wear. Besides, just because I'm decompressing doesn't mean we don't still have plans." This piqued your interest, allowing him to pull you into the shower by the hand.

He let you do absolutely nothing, washing both your hair and body for you with a gentle touch. It was almost as though he was trying to be...

You thoroughly enjoyed the attention he gave you, your eyes closing on their own. They only opened again when he began pressing kisses to your neck and shoulders. "S-Seán?" you questioned him, not quite willing to get him to stop.

"Mm?" he hummed in response.

"What... er... what... plans do you have today?"

He pulled away, smiling at you. "You'll see. Now come, out of the water with you." He shut the water off before grabbing a towel to hand to you, snatching a second one for himself and wrapping it around his waist.

You could not take your eyes off of his body. He was built well; he clearly took good care of himself. But he caught you staring, and you hurriedly busied yourself with drying off. "Should I grab my clothes from the basement?"

"No. Wait here, I'll grab you something to wear." He left the bathroom altogether, returning a few minutes later and holding what looked to be a blue dress. "Wear this. It should fit you."

It was a pretty, backless thing, the skirt flaring out a little but tighter up top. It fit perfectly, and you spun around a little to admire it. Then you glanced back up at Seán, who was watching you with a grin on his handsome face. "Thank you," you murmured.

He took hold of your face and kissed you, poking his tongue into your mouth once before pulling away. "Anything for you," he replied in a hushed tone. Then he turned away to dry off and dress himself. You still watched him closely, unable to really help yourself. "Has no one ever told you it's rude to stare?" he mused, still grinning.

You quickly glanced down at the carpeted floor, feeling your face begin to burn. "S-Sorry..."

Your professor chuckled, shaking his head. "It's not the first time I've been stared at. I am a teacher, after all."

"Still..." you responded, feeling a good deal ashamed of yourself.

"I plan on taking you out to eat," he said after a few minutes. "A real date. No bondage, no hidden meaning behind it. I'd like to get to know you a little better," your dom explained.

A date? A real date?