Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Five

"Are you okay? You look like you want to puke." Stephanie frowned a slight bit, biting at her lower lip as she walked beside you. She had no art supplies that day, so she wasn't trying to balance everything.

You sighed through your nose. "I didn't sleep so well last night, if I'm being honest." In fact, you hadn't slept a wink. Whatever the professor had done to you clearly affected you in more ways than one.

What in the hell had he been thinking? He damn near kissed you! Wasn't there some sort of code against student and teacher relations? Or was that null and void because you were an adult now? You weren't sure. All you did know was that something had passed between the two of you that afternoon. Something vital.

You wished desperately that you had someone to talk to about it, but you lived alone. And talking to Steph, well... you had the sense that it would have upset her a good deal. She did seem to have a crush on the professor, or Seán, or whatever he wanted you to call him. Telling her that the two of you damn near kissed would have been catastrophic.

The two of you took your seats in the front of the class as usual, though you wished desperately that you could change seats with someone else. Surely one of the others would be willing to trade, so that you weren't sitting there in the very forefront of his vision? But that would have looked suspicious.

The class began in the usual way, with the professor handing out the papers he had photocopied. But by the time he reached you he frowned, empty handed. "Hm. Seems I didn't make enough copies." Then he grinned, bearing that same smug expression that he had had the day before. "I suppose you can drop by my office after your last class so you can have the work. I wouldn't want you falling behind."

This asshole! Your face burned slightly, and you hoped desperately that no one- especially Stephanie- had noticed.

Seán pulled down the white screen and turned on the projector. "Just a video on anatomy to watch today. I figured after such a difficult quiz, you all deserved a bit of a break." There was a collective sigh of relief, but you had no time to do the same as he pulled out a piece of paper from his briefcase, handing it to you. "As promised, your make-up quiz. I won't be doing this all the time, so you're very lucky." He smiled, and you swore you heard sighs around you.

Were these people actually, honestly falling for this jackass of a teacher?

The lights were dimmed a good deal, but not too much so that you couldn't take the quiz. The questions were different but very much at the same level of difficulty.

There was, however, one major difference. The final question was one that had blindsided you.

Define: Sexual preferences and behaviors involving physical restraints, an unequal power relationship, or pain, including the practice of bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, sadomasochism, etc.

Your heart was in your throat for reasons you could not place. You were supposed to know what all of that stood for? Was this supposed to be some sort of extra credit question?

Hand shaking badly, you managed to come up with the only thing you could think of: BDSM. What else could that have meant? So you wrote it down and slowly pushed the quiz away, setting down your pen and trying to figure out why such a question was on your quiz to begin with.

Seán slowly meandered over to take the quiz away, all the while eyeing you with an expression you could not understand. Was he being smug again? It was difficult to say, with the lights dimmed down.

He sat at his desk and graded the quiz immediately, smiling to himself. This time you had passed, and had even gotten his final question correct. So he stood back up and handed it over. "Good job," he murmured. "If you have any questions about the quiz, feel free to ask me after class."

Oh, you had some questions, all right.

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Once class ended you lingered in your seat. "What's up?" Stephanie asked you, eyeing you curiously. "Do you want me to wait for you?"

"That won't be necessary," the professor chimed in, gently laying a hand on her shoulder. You saw her shiver, but he didn't seem to notice. "This may take quite some time, Stephanie, so why not run along to your next class?"

"O-okay," she stuttered, turning a brilliant pink and nodding before scurrying out of the room.

"Now that that's out of the way, I assume you have some questions for me about the quiz?" He looked so blissfully ignorant that you wanted to take him by the shoulders and shake the hell out of him.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact I did. What was up with the final question?" You crossed your arms over your chest, frowning a little.

"The last question? Refresh my memory. Which one was that again?" He smirked. He knew damn well what you were talking about!

"The damned BDSM one! Why would you put a question like that on a quiz about anatomy?!" You were trying your best not to freak the fuck out on him, but his smug fucking face was clouding your judgement.

Seán's smirk only widened as he fiddled with the ring on his hand. "Oh, wouldn't you just love to know?"