Surrender (JackSepticEye x Reader)

Twenty-Five

Something bad happened to the last partner he had.

Mark's words seemed to echo your mind as you ran from his classroom, your heart in your ears, pounding away. What could he have meant? Surely...

No. Surely the last sub that your professor had hadn't been killed?

You didn't know, and quite frankly you were too frightened to find out. So you didn't even stop by his office, instead headed directly for your car.

You walked right by Stephanie, and the two of you stopped in the parking lot of the campus, awkwardly. The silence between you was thick. "Did you skip class?" she asked in a dull voice.

You opened your mouth to protest but nodded, remembering that you hadn't been seen, thank fuck. "I wasn't feeling too hot this morning. I was okay around noon, though, so I came back."

"Ah." More silence. Stephanie shifted on her feet, clearly wanting to speak but something held her tongue still. But what would she even have said?

You would never find out, as she brushed gently past you and kept on walking towards what you could only assume was her car. She shoved her art supplies into the back hastily before sliding behind the wheel, peeling out of the parking lot.

You sighed. You wished you could have had the chance to apologize, but... would you? It wasn't technically your fault! Seán pursued you, right?

But I never exactly told him no, so that still makes me guilty.

But she never would have had a shot with him to begin with! Why should I be the one to apologize?

Maybe I should ask for advice...

~☆~

Your trip home was uneventful, as was most of the evening. But as you sat at the dining room table, doing your homework, your phone buzzed with an oncoming text. [You didn't show up to my office today. I was waiting for you.]

Wincing a little, you replied immediately. [I'm sorry, I had a lot on my mind and I guess I forgot. I ran into Stephanie in the parking lot and that distracted me.] Telling him about what Mark had said to you would have only spelt trouble on your end.

[Then perhaps you shouldn't be trying to mend a friendship like that. I expect you to be in my office after your last class on a daily basis. Am I clear?]

You sighed. [Crystal, sir.]

[Good. I'll have a present for you tomorrow. You enjoy getting gifts, don't you?]

What sort of question was that? [Doesn't everybody?]

[Prepare yourself. Things will be getting real starting tomorrow. Expect more sessions, and to be punished if you fail them. But first things first: I will claim you tomorrow.]

Again with the "claiming" idea; what could he have meant by it?

There was no reason to respond, so you set your phone aside and focused on your coursework instead. But Seán's words floated into your mind endlessly, and you realized you couldn't focus.

He's so... dominant, I guess is the word I'm looking for. He has a way with words that just sticks in my mind. I can't get him out of it.

I guess that's the whole point.

~☆~

You ended up showing up early to class again; you hoped it wouldn't become a habit, as you knew you would need your sleep, but it couldn't be helped. Your curiosity had to be satiated.

"I didn't give you any instructions to show up early; what's the occasion?" The professor was already in the classroom, reading the newspaper on the desk. But he glanced up and smiled at you as you walked in.

"I... I mean, I slept okay last night, sir, I just... ended up coming early. I don't know why." It was only partially a lie. "What did you mean by "claiming" me?"

His smile twisted into something sinister. "Oh, it's much too early for that right now. You'll find out after your last class." The smile faded a good deal. "Is Mark giving you a hard time?"

"I... I don't know what you mean," you lied again.

He reached out and took your chin tightly in his hand. "You know damn well what I'm talking about. He's a dom like I am, and you have a certain way about you that attracts us to you. He wants you for himself. I'm not a fool, I know what his intentions are." You were pulled into a kiss, one that Seán nibbled your lip with. He tugged at it gently with his teeth before pulling away. "Remember that you signed the contract. You belong to me."

"Y-yes, sir, I know," you murmured softly. He released your chin and sat down at the desk again, just in time: Stephanie wandered into the room.

Her expression said everything: she knew she had interrupted something between the two of you. Her lower lip shook visibly, and she gnawed at it to get it to stop shaking. Your heart ached for her; she didn't even look in your direction.

You took your seat beside her and leaned over. "Hey," you whispered, "can we talk after this lesson?"

Steph didn't look up, but the grip on her pencil tightened a good deal. "I would prefer not to."

"Please, Steph. I want to--"

Seán approached the two of you, one hand on each desk. "I don't know what's going on between the two of you, but I hope it can be resolved peacefully," he murmured.

So do I.