Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Two

"Now as I said before, I take this class very seriously. This is an adult class for, well... obvious reasons. If there is anyone present who feels that they cannot be serious in this class, leave now."

Several of the students actually got up and left, giggling and chattering amongst themselves.

"Ah, well, I... didn't actually expect anyone to leave." The teacher chuckled, as well as about half the class. He picked up a small stack of papers and began to hand them out. "This is a waiver. This will be required to be signed, because I do not care to be sued for having someone underage in this class. This is essentially stating that you are aware of the implications of my class, and that you are eighteen years of age or older."

You glanced at the waiver, the paper mostly stating precisely what he had just said. But one line intrigued you: the one about pornography.

"Wow, really?" you heard Steph murmur beside you. You glanced over and saw her scribbling her name at the bottom, where you had been instructed to do so, so you did the same.

You squirmed a little in your seat. Watching porn as a class activity? You supposed that it was a very natural thing for a class like this, but it nonetheless made you vaguely uneasy.

The professor took the waivers after all had been signed, throwing a smile down at you as he took yours. He had a lovely smile, and striking blue eyes behind his glasses. He may have been young, that was for certain, but he seemed incredibly intelligent. If not a little strict, perhaps.

He flipped through each waiver individually, making sure they were all signed and dated properly. When he was satisfied, he set them aside on the desk up front and smiled at the class. "Now don't worry, I don't plan on doing that whole "Let's get to know each other" bit, because no one really enjoys that. I will, however, tell you that if at any point you need to talk to me, my office is on the first floor. The hours are posted on the door, and so is my cell phone number in case I'm not in." He sighed and went on. "I rarely cancel class. I live very nearby, so unless I'm deathly ill, I'll be here."

Stephanie raised her hand just then. "Erm... for those of us who live a little further away, what if the weather turns bad?"

"You make a good point. If you're snowed in at home, give me a call so I can email you the assignment for the day." He smiled down at her and you saw her shoulders visibly relax. The teacher was charming, to say the least, in his dark blue suit and messy brown hair.

You listened to him talk for a little while longer before you realized that you were staring at him. Blinking rapidly, you turned a bright red against your will and looked away.

He was looking right at you, but said not a word about your obvious embarrassment. You did not catch him smirking to himself as he turned away to write something on the chalkboard behind him.

"For the first part of the course, we will focus on anatomy. I understand that this isn't technically a biology class, but in order to understand sex, you have to understand how it's done, so to speak. That means that none of you men have an excuse for not finding the clitoris." The teacher smirked, and most of the class laughed at his joke, or at least all of the females did, you included.

This is going to be an interesting class.

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You left the classroom with Steph beside you, glancing over at her. "So what do you think so far?"

"I think I'm gonna have a hard time concentrating on the actual class if he's the professor," she replied, a bit sheepishly. There was a faint blush across her cheeks.

"What do you mean?" you asked, though you knew precisely what she was on about.

"I'm sorry, did you see him? It's only the first day and I think I'm in love already." She paused and thought it over. "I didn't see a ring on his left hand, so that's a good sign."

"Stephanie, you cannot be serious. A professor with one of his students? That's so messed up."

"Oh, come on!" She grinned at you, her blue eyes flashing. "It's worth a shot."

"This isn't fanfiction. It's real life. There is no way in Hell you would have a shot with someone like Professor McLoughlin." But you matched her grin. "He's definitely good-looking, though, I'll give you that much."

As the two of you chattered away like a couple of squirrels, the teacher walked a few paces behind you, smirking to himself again as he listened in on your conversation. If it was meant to be private, you wouldn't have been speaking so loud.

She'll do. She'll do just fine.