Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

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The problem was, your professor didn't seem to want to talk to you still. He made it a point not to even look at you as he talked through his lesson, but you were almost certain that he knew you weren't wearing your collar.

It was in the middle of your lesson that you realized your mistake. You knew what you had to do.

After his lesson, you waited for the rest of the class to leave before getting up, collar in hand. He was at the desk, still apparently grading the tests from the other day. But he did actually glance up at you as you approached, then down to the white collar in your hands.

You set it down on the desk before him, on top of the papers he was grading. "I thought you might want this back," you said in a steadier voice than you had expected. Then you turned and left the class altogether, your head down, too scared to see his reaction.

Throughout your math class you almost felt a sense of relief; the deed had been done. You had returned your beautiful collar, the symbol of your relationship with Seán, and now he could move on with his life.

But every time you let your guard down, a thought or a memory of him would come creeping back into your mind. No matter how hard or how often you tried to think of other things, he seemed to be stuck in your brain like a song: repetitive. Endless. Without mercy.

Your body was too dehydrated to cry anymore, but that didn't stop your lower lip from shaking whenever you realized that he would not leave you alone mentally.

How long do I have to go through with this? Thinking about him is so exhausting, and I can't stand it anymore!

~☆~

The rest of that day passed without incident. You didn't bother with going to Seán's office after your math class. He would not have wanted to see you, after all.

You tried to liken it to a success, returning his collar. But thoughts of him were always creeping up on you, and that night you realized the truth of the matter: you missed him. You missed him dearly. His gentle words, his touch, even just his kisses- always earned, never given freely, but there had been plenty of them that you had received.

I can make your sweet little dream come true...

Wasn't that what started it all? Those damned sex dreams? You gnawed at your lip while you laid in bed, unable to sleep. Unable to think of anything but him. You rolled over and, in a moment of weakness, grabbed your phone to see if he had by chance messaged you.

He hadn't, of course.

~☆~

That day turned into another one just like it, and soon an entire week had passed without so much as a word from Seán. You had hoped that the thoughts of him would finally start to stop, but it seemed like they were more persistent than ever.

What was worse, your dreams had returned to you. Triggered somehow, you weren't sure by what. Lack of sex, perhaps, as absurd as it sounded. But the sweet sex dreams had come back, more intense than ever, since by now you knew what it was like to be with him.

And that made it all the worse.

One day Mark pulled you aside, frowning deeply. "What happened? You look like you haven't been sleeping well at all."

You lowered your eyes away from his before mumbling softly, "I haven't."

"Care to explain why?"

"I'm stuck, sir. I keep having these awful dreams that won't go away. I can't... I can't go on like this, pretending that everything is fine when I'm just falling apart," you managed to choke out. There were tears in your eyes all over again but you blinked them away rapidly.

Mark, on the other hand, noticed everything. His arms uncrossed as he gently took you by the elbow and walked you out of his class... and all the way down the hall, towards Seán's office.

Immediately you began to protest, trying to pull yourself from his hold, but his grip was as strong as iron. He knocked hard on the door, and did not let you go until Seán answered the door. "Yes?"

Frowning, your math professor pushed his friend back inside and dragged you in as well. "I can't stand to see the two of you sulking and moping about like this anymore." Then he jabbed a finger against Seán's chest. "Tell her the truth." With that, seemingly satisfied that you were now with Seán, he left.

Then the awful, awkward silence fell between the two of you. Seán sighed and rubbed the space between his eyes before going and sitting down against his desk. He gestured to the chair in front of him, meaning that you ought to sit, as well. You did so, albeit hesitantly.

With a hard, visible swallow, he looked down at you from where he was. "I... I'm afraid I have some things that I need to apologize for. Namely my attitude towards you these past few days." It had been a week, but who was counting, really? "And I am terribly, terribly sorry for ignoring you. For treating you the way I did. I overreacted."

You lowered your head, unable to look him in the face. "Sir, about... the collar..."

"I got rid of it." That definitely surprised you, and your head jerked back up, searching his face to see if he was telling the truth. He had to be; his expression was gravely serious. He had gotten rid of the collar?! "You see, I now know what I want. And that does not involve you as my sub."

Your whole body flinched; so your pessimistic thoughts had been right, in the end. He no longer wanted you as a sub. "Shall I leave, then?" you asked, trying to mask the terrible sinking feeling from your voice but failed spectacularly.

But he went on. "Kitten, I don't want you as my sub. I want you. Just... you. I love you."

Your stomach twisted in a thousand different directions all at once. "Y-you... you what?"

"I haven't been able to get you out of my mind ever since you struck me. I couldn't decide what to do with you, so I just assumed I needed the space to think things over." His smile was wry but genuine. "Mark figured it out before I did. Sly bastard."

He loves me. He actually loves me...!

Without another word Seán pulled you to your feet, taking your face and into a kiss. But you broke it soon thereafter, frowning. "S-so... all this time... all the times I've been crying and trying to get over you, you... realized you were in love with me?"

"I'm so sorry, kitten. I..." He matched your frown. "I don't want you as my sub, I want you as my girlfriend."

You could not help it. You felt foolish for it, but you nonetheless smiled a little bit. This seemed to cheer him up a good deal as he kissed you again, feverishly, tongue writhing in your mouth and making you whimper against it.

He spun you around so that you were leaning against his desk, slowly raising a knee between your legs and grinding it against you. The sudden brush of pleasure made you gasp.

He grinned against your lips. So long without any contact and you had gotten painfully excited. And Seán seemed happy to oblige, grinding his knee against you until you were brought to a sudden, jolting orgasm.

Before things could go any further, he lowered his leg once more and whispered into your ear, "Well? Will you be my girlfriend?"