Impractical Jokers: [Joker]xReader Collection

Joe x Reader - Professor

[SMUT WARNING! TEACHER/STUDENT RELATIONSHIP!]

You've been in Professor Gatto's more times than you can recall. You and him have built up quite a rapport, him quickly taking a shine to you when you'd delivered him top grade after top grade, even helping some of the other students in the form of selfless tutoring. You're no saint - but he damn well sees you as one.

However, you suspect he doesn't know your true reasoning for your good behaviour for in every other class you are of average standard; and not because you're not clever enough to exceed but because you don't want to. Not being able and not being bothered are two very different things, and it seems to take a genius to recognise it for all your other teachers claim you're where you should be. You leave it be. You have no desire to raise expectations in the stressful process of university, not when so much already sits on your shoulders.

With his mug, he leans back in his chair and takes a sip of his coffee. You've just calmed down from a bout of laughter. Oh that Mr. Gatto, funnier than funny, happy as Larry when the people around him were happy; and to say you've never laughed harder than when in his priceless company is no lie. Before his teaching career, he'd been quite the prankster and still liked to play practical jokes on his peers when perusing the staff room and hovering in the halls. Hell, he'd even got students a couple of times, mostly trouble-makers.

"Mm," Joe muses, loosening his tie. It's the end of the day and you often take the time to catch up with him after the weekend, exchanging stories and pleasantries until the sun begins to dip and he remembers he's not reallysupposed to be in an enclosed space with a student. The fact that he isnt supposed to be only makes his allure that much more irresistible to you. It is no secret that you have a thing for him, you admit it readily to yourself. "Yeah... I got the bastard good. Should'a seen him run, [Y/N]."

"I can imagine. You've got a pair of legs yourself," you remark, making him smile. Because despite his belly - which you can't help but find adorable - he runs like a rocket, legs propelling him faster than anything you've seen in an older man. Truly a child at heart, he is, has the energy of one too.

Joe finishes his coffee, puts the mug on the desk and clasps his hands over his stomach as he spins in his chair to face you directly. You're sitting on the desk adjacent to his own before he beckons you to him.

"I needed to talk to you about something, actually," he says, eyes fixed on yours as he pats the front of his desk. Swallowing hard, you come to him, do as you're told and perch on the edge of his desk. There's an underlying tension between you, one that has your pulse elevating and your heart thumping quicker as he pulls up in front of you and drums his fingers conspicuously on the desk on either side of you. They're only a distraction if you let them be... but the fact that his hands are so close to you has you distracted enough as it is. The Professor smirks. "A little birdy told me you failed an assortment of assignments in one of your classesover the course of the month."

You force yourself to keep calm. "With all due respect, sir, it wasn't your class I failed."

"Precisely. You never fail, [Y/N]. Your intelligence is beyond anybody that currently sits in this lecture hall. I've had students like you before... so clever, and so bluntly ignorant about it. Out of choice. However, the main reason I bring it up is because..."

Joe pauses, feeling a pang of laughter erupt from his throat before he can stop it. Feeling the corners of your lips twitch, you cross one leg over the other and watch him keenly.

"...your other teacher claimed you were being a bit of a bitch."