Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Seven

By the time your last class had ended, you were fuming. You stormed towards Seán's office, knocking on the door rapidly and furiously. That would definitely get his attention.

He smiled when he opened the door, apparently not bothered by your hard knocking. "Good, you showed up. Come on in." He stepped aside to let you in; his mood seemed considerably more relaxed than it had that morning.

You sank into the chair, sulking a little bit as you eyed him, and he you. The staredown felt intense, and you could feel the tension between the two of you.

The professor sat back in his seat, his expression passive. "You seem angry. Why?"

You know damn well why I'm angry.

Your eyes narrowed a touch. Before you could stop your tongue you spat out, "You know damn well why I'm angry. You're picking on me for no good fucking reason!"

His hands raised, lacing together in front of his mouth as he relaxed into his seat. "You think I'm picking on you."

"Yes! I don't think, I know you are! And I want to know why! It isn't fair, I haven't done anything wrong!" Your throat began to burn with oncoming tears.

No. I won't cry. Not this time. Not this time!

He was quiet for a long, long moment. His chair swiveled around, the back facing you, so you could not see his smirk. "You think it's unfair to be treated the way you are being treated. You think I'm picking on you because of, well... for reasons you do not know. But I think you do know."

You froze, feeling the blood draining from your face in fear. Why? He was your professor, he should have been making you feel comfortable and welcome in his office, not fearful and about to cry!

Seán spun back around, removing the ring from his right hand and placing it on the desk before you. It was made of a polished gray metal, with another smaller ring attached to it. "You know what this is, don't you?"

You did. You swallowed hard, nodding a little bit. "Y-yes, I do..." Your anger was melting away under his gaze, giving way to an emotion you weren't familiar with. You couldn't even describe it. You felt like he was doing things to you with his eyes.

"Tell me what it is, then."

"The... the Ring of O."

"Good." He took the ring and slid it back onto his finger. "And you know what that means, don't you?

"It's on your right hand, which means you're a dom."

The professor smiled. It felt almost cruel, sly and conniving. He was clearly pleased. "You did your research. I'm proud of you." He eyed the ring a little bit, still smiling. "Yes, I have been one for quite some time. The rumors you hear around the school are quite true." He polished it a little on his shirt before looking over at you. "Do you know why I've decided to tell you all of this?"

You shook your head, your stomach churning. Were you about to vomit? You certainly hoped not.

"Because I wanted you to know. You're the only one I want to know." Seán's smirk returned. "But rumors still circulate, I'm afraid."

He wanted you to know? Who fucking cared if he was into BDSM? It wasn't like he was...

Oh...

You squirmed a little, afraid to ask but afraid to not. "What does that have to do with me?"

He approached you slowly, his footsteps soft against the carpeted floor. Like the other day he leaned over your seat, hands on the armrests. His head was at the side of yours, so he could whisper into your ear. "I like you," he spoke softly. "Yes I'm picking on you. I have to test your limits."

"Seems like a bullshit way of doing it," you snapped.

He evidently didn't like that. Seán snatched your chin in his hand, turning your head slightly to look at him closely. Deep into his baby blue eyes. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kiss you."

What?!

Your mouth worked over for what felt like forever. "B-because you're my teacher. Teachers and students shouldn't... it's not right," you stuttered hurriedly, hoping he would not go and actually kiss you.

"This isn't high school, you know. We're both adults. It would be perfectly... consented."

Would it be, though? Your hands clenched into fists in your lap, and you squirmed slightly under his gaze. It was fiery. "Professor McLoughlin, please..." you begged. But you begged for what? Did you want him to kiss you, or didn't you? You could not deny the curiosity.

Brushing his lips against your own, he pulled away. "You're stubborn. Difficult. It would be an honor to break you."

Your spine stiffened. Break you? You didn't like the sound of that one bit. "Professor, please--"

"Seán. In my office, you will call me by my name. For now." He grinned down at you as he leaned against his desk casually, as though he hadn't said that he would have liked to break you. "My, my, how badly I want to take you and force you to bend to my will. It's been quite awhile since someone has gotten me so riled up, and lo and behold: it's one of my students."

Pulse pounding in your throat your body felt overcome with the chills. The way he spoke... he certainly had a way with words.

"Tell me what you think about it. About BDSM. About... us."

Us? There was no "us"! You squirmed a little in your seat, looking around at everything but him. "I-I don't... I mean... there is no "us"!"

His hand forced your head to face him. "Look at me when you speak to me." He sounded so strict that all you could do was nod. "Now then... try that again. What do you think about it?"

You didn't know. You didn't know! What kind of question was that?! You closed your eyes, if only to block his smouldering gaze on you. "I d-don't know... there is no us..." You opened your eyes again, and he was frowning slightly. "Was that not what you wanted to hear...?"

"Oh, no, it's exactly what I expected from someone like you. Stubborn. But... that means I need to take a different approach." Seán smiled kindly at you and gently helped you out of your seat. "Now, then, I'll see you tomorrow."