Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Twenty-One

Tears standing in your eyes you got up and readjusted your skirt, making sure everything was properly covered. It was so humiliating! You had been put through a hell of a first test, and you had failed! You turned around to face your teacher as he began grading the quizzes. You wondered vaguely if he would fail you on it. "Sir?"

He set down his pen in an irritated manner, glancing up at you. "What?"

"Is there... anything I can do to... make it up to you?"

His blue eyes narrowed. "Make it up to me? You've failed your first test as a sub and I'm starting to wonder if perhaps I made the wrong decision."

You laid your hands on his desk in a pleading sort of manner. "Please... please don't say that. I'll learn to be a good sub to you, I promise."

"Promises are empty. It's your actions that speak volumes." But he sat back, the stern look on his face softening a little. "Let me think about it. I'll give you one final test. Pass it and I can call you my sub. Fail, and the contract is null and void. I release you from your service, and I will probably want nothing to do with you."

You wrung your hands together. He was so cruel at times, but it only opened the floodgates between your thighs. What was he doing to you? How had he garnered so much control and power over you in such a short period of time?

I think knowing I'm a sub is turning me on... that has to be it...

Seán sighed, noting that you were lost in your own little world again. "When I speak to you, I expect you to pay full attention. Not to get lost in your own thoughts. Am I clear?" You nodded, your face turning a little pink. "Good. Now get out of here."

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All throughout your afternoon class you were in a state of disarray. How had you gotten so turned on so easily? Was becoming a sub really opening that door for you?

You squirmed in your seat, unable to really focus on Professor Fischbach's lesson. Did he notice? It was difficult to say. Your ass still stung rather badly, but it didn't matter because of course you were sitting on it, making the area throb in pain.

As you suspected, Mark stopped you from leaving his class right away. His warm brown eyes were full of concern. "You've been fidgeting all throughout class. Is everything all right?"

"Y-yes, I'm just in a little pain," you explained, grateful to be standing up.

"Pain?" He blinked before going to his desk, pulling out a bottle of painkillers. "Will these help?"

You didn't know if it would. "I suppose it couldn't hurt... thank you..." you murmured, taking two of the pills and cupping them in your hand. "I'll take them once I find some water," you added with a slight smile, eager to get out of there.

Mark pushed his dark hair from his face and smiled. "Anytime."

With nothing more than a hesitant nod, you scurried out of the room and went to the drinking fountain, taking the painkillers gratefully.

Someone behind you cleared their throat, and you whipped around to find Seán standing there. "Office. Now," he spat out, storming away ahead of you.

Fuck. Now what did you do? You trudged your way to his office, slowly closing the door behind you. He was already leaning against his desk, glaring at you. "Yes, sir?" you asked, hopefully.

"Did I or did I not give you specific instructions to steer clear of Mark?"

Your stomach began to twist. "S-sir, he offered me painkillers..."

"Oh? Painkillers for the pain that you brought on yourself?" He crossed his arms over his chest, and the simple gesture brought a rush of heat to your body. He was definitely pissed. "You're supposed to be feeling that pain and understanding why you're feeling it. Taking painkillers isn't allowed any longer unless I say so."

You hung your head, closing your eyes and sighing. "Yes, sir."

"Do you know who stopped by my office earlier? Your friend Stephanie." Seán pushed away from his desk and started to approach you, taking your arms into his hands and rubbing them. "She suspects that you were doing something... inappropriate during the quiz. What do you plan on telling her if she asks you about it?"

Chewing at your lower lip for a few moments you at last glanced up into his baby blues. "I... I don't know," you admitted at last. "I haven't made it that far."

"Well I suggest you come up with something soon, or else I fear your friendship with her will be put to the test..." he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to your neck. His breath was hot, trailing down your throat and along your collarbone. "I would so hate to see you upset over losing a friend..."

So would you. But Stephanie did not know about your peculiar connection with Professor McLoughlin, and you could only hope that she never would.

You opened your mouth to speak, to be honest with him, but his lips captured your own, holding your face in his large hands. You heard yourself whimper slightly as his tongue passed along your bottom lip. He pulled you away and towards his desk, backing you up and against it like the last time the two of you had been intimate.

The second time around was even better than the first. You climaxed twice before he finished onto your stomach, pulling you into a kiss afterwards.

Something was happening between the two of you. You could feel it.