Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Sixteen

Professor Fischbach smiled down at you from where you were seated, in a lounging sort of area for students. "All right, well, if there's anything at all that I can do, don't be afraid to drop by my office. All right?"

You nodded. "Yes, s-- Mark. Thank you." Managing a smile, he seemed to buy it and nodded to you, looking satisfied.

But Professor McLoughlin was still there, watching you with narrowed eyes. You didn't meet his hardened gaze. You were too fearful.

Is he... jealous? Jealous that I was talking to another professor? Is he fucking insane?

~☆~

Professor Fischbach taught math, mostly, and it was a requirement for everyone in the university to take a math course, if they wanted to graduate. You had decided to take the core math class during your freshman year, in order to get it out of the way.

You were still the oldest in the class, besides the professor, of course. But Mark taught well, carefully and thoroughly. He wanted to ensure that everyone passed his class, and it showed through in his demeanor.

Seán's hard gaze seemed to be locked into your mind during that lesson, and Mark noticed but said nothing during class. Afterwards would be another story.

Gently he laid a hand on your shoulder as you stood up after his lesson ended. "May I have a word with you?"

"Of course, Professor. What's up?"

"You. I'm a little worried. Lately you've been distracted and it's starting to affect your work." He held up the last quiz that he had given the other day, the one you had barely managed to pass. "You're a smart woman. Tell me what's going on."

You sighed through your nose. You couldn't tell him the truth, that one of his fellow teachers was... "Boy troubles," you replied simply, hoping that it would suffice.

"Ah. Well, I suppose that would do it, sure." He offered a goofy sort of grin and rubbed the back of his neck. "Can I offer a little advice? Try to leave your problems at the door. I would hate to see you failing my class. I haven't failed a single person yet in the five years I've been teaching."

Your eyebrows went up. "That's impressive," you complimented him. "I'll do my best to leave my problems at the door, though." You smiled and gathered your belongings, trying to head for the door.

But he reached out and held you by the shoulder in a friendly gesture. "That includes you. I won't let you fail." Then he threw a wink at you. "Don't let other boys bother you, you could have anyone you wanted." At last he released your shoulder scratching his face.

Your stomach sank.

There was a ring of polished gray metal on his right hand.

~☆~

Somehow you found yourself at Professor McLoughlin's office door, your heart pounding in your ears. You had all but run away from Mark, the ring on his hand very much at the forefront of your thoughts.

He's a dom... he's a dom! Oh my fucking god, how many fucking BDSM people are in this goddamn school?!

The office door had opened when you weren't paying attention, and Seán stood there in the open doorway with his hard gaze still on his face. "Come in," he murmured, pulling you inside gently by the wrist.

You sank into the chair, disheartened. "S-sir, I... I have a question for you..."

"The answer is yes. I already know what you are about to ask." He did? "The man I caught you talking to is, in fact, a dom. Like me." He returned to his seat and leaned forward. "And I do not like you talking to him outside of class."

"S-sir, he approached me. I couldn't very well ignore him..." Your voice was small, scared of the look in his baby blue eyes.

He sighed and sat back, spinning around in his chair so he could not see you. "Mark and I go way back. He and I have... similar tastes. Do you see why I cannot have you talking to him in your free time?"

"No," you said plainly. "What does it matter?"

Seán whipped back around and slammed his hands on top of his desk, making you jump in your seat. "Because I will not lose you to him!"

Lose you? "We aren't even in a fucking relationship! We have nothing between us!"

"Nothing save for chemistry." He sat back again, and you felt your body relax. A little, anyways. "There is a spark between us that I intend to fan. I will not allow someone like him to wedge himself between us." He stood up and paced his office, hands clasped behind his back.

He's really bothered about this...

"I wish to claim you for my own." He stopped his pacing and turned towards you, the hard look in his eyes softening at the sight of you. "I am asking you but once: will you?"

Your mouth worked over as you tried to find the words. You still wanted Seán, whether or not Mark wanted to be involved. You simply couldn't imagine your gentle math professor being a dom.

Grasping your shoulders he knelt down to your height where you were seated. You gnawed at your lower lip in anticipation. "Tell me. Tell me you want me. I need to hear those words coming from your lips."

Your eyes searched his, realizing that this was his way of begging for you. For you. It was practically unheard of, wasn't it? "S-Sir... I..."

"God damn it, does everything mean nothing to you?" He stood back up, frowning deeply, a rut between his eyebrows. He whipped the office door open. "Get out of my sight."

But you clasped the armrests in your hands tightly, not moving. It didn't feel right to leave him in such a state. "N-no."

"Are you refusing me? Are you not listening? I said get out."

"No, sir." You stood up and put your purse down, approaching him and closing the office door yourself. "I told you I wanted you and I meant it."

He grasped your shoulders tightly in such a way that your heart sped up. "Then promise me you will not fall victim to Mark."

"I promise."