Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Four

The rest of the day dragged on endlessly. You were dreading having to speak to Professor McLoughlin. Your heart began to pound as your last class of the day ended.

I should just skip it. Fuck him, I'm just...

No... no. I'm an adult. I need to do this. Maybe he wants to talk about how I can make up the grade. That would be perfectly fine with me.

The teacher was not in his office by the time you arrived, but there was a bench outside the door. You sat down, hands wringing nervously together in your lap as you waited.

You needn't have waited for very long, as he came around the corner soon enough. He smiled down at you from behind his glasses. "Ah, good, I was afraid you wouldn't show. Sorry I'm late, I was meeting with one of the other professors." He unlocked his office door and beckoned you inside.

The office was clean and spacious, with a large corner desk off to one side. The walls were painted a faint green shade, and you noticed that a lot of his decorations around the office were green, as well. Even the wallpaper on his computer monitor was green.

Gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk, he sat behind it. "Please, have a seat. I'm glad you did show up, I feel like we needed to talk."

Your hands clenched together tightly in your lap, and you struggled with not seeing red in your anger. As a result your face began to burn. "Is this about the quiz?"

"It is," he nodded, sitting back and lacing his hands together. "You're the only one that failed."

"It's not my fault!" you burst out before you could stop yourself. "You were just... standing there, watching me! It was making me paranoid as fuck!"

He was quiet for a little while. "I know. I know perfectly well what I was doing." Leaning forward, he went on. "You caved under pressure. How do you expect to pass this class if you're going to cave in at the slightest inconvenience?"

You sighed and looked away, lower lip shaking as you tried not to cry. It wasn't fair! "I guess I won't pass," you snapped at him angrily, still torn between crying and not. "Not if you're gonna hover over me like that."

"I was testing you."

"Fuck your tests! I failed because you made me nervous! I wasn't doing anything wrong!" At long last the dam broke, tears spilling over from your eyes. Burying your face in your hands, you did not see him getting up from his chair to sit on his desk in front of you.

Only when he leaned in to whisper into your ear did the tears stop. "Do I make you nervous?" the teacher purred.

Chills, loads of them, were sent down your spine in a massive wave. His mouth was so close to your ear that you could just barely feel his lips grazing the skin. Your face burned brightly, too scared to try and move your head away.

"I asked you a question, and I expect an answer," Professor McLoughlin murmured, edging himself ever closer to you, his hands on the armrests of your chair. "I asked if I make you nervous."

"You m-mean like now? Yes," you stammered, heart pounding right out of your chest. What in the hell was he doing?

"Good." He sat up straighter against his desk, looking down at you with a faint smile on his face. He looked so...

Smug.

"Is that all you wanted to talk to me about, Professor?" you asked, swallowing hard, trying to calm your nerves. They were shot to shit.

"Call me Seán. We're both adults here." He crossed his arms over his broad chest, his baby blue eyes never leaving you. Never leaving your figure, your facial features, your little mannerisms. He was studying you intensely, and your face burned all over again from the knowledge of it.

"You're staring at me."

"You're right. I am."

So blunt! "Why?"

"I like to study people. Why else would I be teaching psychology?" He made a good point. But you still felt like a bug under a microscope. Never before did you have someone stare at you so obviously, and now that you were made aware of it, you couldn't look away, yourself. Slowly, his smug expression faded to something less intimidating. "You can make up the quiz if you want to. But you're the only one who failed, so you're the only one I'll do this for. Do you understand?"

You nodded, breathing a sigh of relief and tearing your eyes away from his handsome face. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him removing his glasses to set them aside. Then he chuckled, leaning forward and over you again, hands covering your own as he breathed into your ear gently. There were more chills going down your back; why was he doing this? He was your fucking professor! "Sir, please, whatever you're doing..."

Seán chuckled softly. "I like you." His hands trailed up your arms to cup your face in a tender manner. He was close enough to kiss, if that was what you really wanted. Pressing his forehead to your own, you saw him smile. "I really like you."

"What are you doing...?" you asked softly, nearly at a whisper. You wanted to struggle, to get your face out of his hands, but you found yourself locked in his gaze. He just would not look away.

Seán brushed his lips against yours for a moment before pulling away, grinning wide when he saw that your face was burning. "You can make up the quiz tomorrow during class. I'll have a new one for you to take. Have a nice day," the professor said dismissively, walking around behind his desk once more to sit down.

"S-sir--"

"I said have a nice day." The expression on his face was so stern that you had to get out of his office and away, if only to avoid the look in his eyes.

What in the hell had just happened?