Impractical Jokers: [Joker]xReader Collection

Joe x Reader - Bring the Man to His Knees

[SMUT WARNING! TEACHER/STUDENT RELATIONSHIP!]

 Since your first sexual escapade with your professor, you'd learnt that the art of seduction was very much in the anticipation. With that in mind, you had made a show out of moving closer to the front rows with every one of his classes that went by; allowed your eyes to rake down his body whenever he had stood still and dared to meet your eyes fleetingly as he'd gone on with his lectures; had ridden your skirt higher up your legs when you were certain nobody would notice, feeling the sweep of his eyes across your skin before he refocuses his attention on his presentation.

Needless to say, you've been driving him out of his mind and when he's left alone with you in the lecture hall as the end of university hours draw in, a testy atmosphere consuming you as desire devours you from the inside out. You'd let him kiss you, generously at that, but had kept him from exploring you for a couple of weeks. For this to work, the rush of having agrown man on his knees to be earned, you have dragged his torment out over a course ofweeks.

Tonight's the night you're going to deliver - and you're going to make him beg.

"[Y/N]," Joe says as you enter the empty auditorium with your skirt high and your arms tucked behind your back so as to accentuate your breasts as you make your way towards him. His head has picked up from his desk, cheek resting on his palm as he restlessly marks papers; at that desk, your mind flashes images of you being bent over it and fucked senseless by the man you've been craving for weeks.

"Hi, Professor," you greet tamely, moving to stand behind him so that you can look over his shoulder. A soft chuckle passes your lips, purposefully next to his ear, as you lazily read one of the other student's mistakes. "Mm... 'Ed'... pfft, everybody knows it's 'Id'. Id, the Ego and the Superego... isn't that right, Professor?"

"You know it," he muses, swallowing hard as your hands touch his shoulders and dig in slightly. Humming under your breath, you lean in and catch his earlobe between your teeth. Joe tenses up, body firm as you trail to the sweet spot beneath his ear before peppering kisses along his jaw; a hand balances you as it settles on his desk, free one undoing his tie so that you can tug him closer with it. He closes his eyes, looks up and anticipates the soft feeling of your lips.

Mouths brush, his hand gripping his pen so tightly it shakes before you finally press your lips to his in a firm kiss, sinking into the feeling with a satisfied 'mmm...' passing your lips as you push his chair back and sit yourself on his lap. Giving in, Gatto neglects his pen and presses his warm hand to the small of your back as he kisses you deeply, growing more heated by the second as weeks of tension spill out of the pair of you.

Your palm slips to his crotch, nudging against him while he leads you in and kisses your neck with growing urgency. The feeling of his mouth mapping your veins and teasing the flutter of your pulse beneath teeth that scrape and search for the spot in which makes you shiver, that makes you turn to putty in his hands. Hands practically tear through the buttons on your shirt, lips assigned to pert breasts as you reveal a barely-there bra that hardly covers them at all. Joe doesn't care, couldn't have cared less if he tried.

Tugging his belt from his hips and undoing his fly, you stare at him with half-lidded eyes before you remind yourself of what you came for. To overrule, to make him squirm, and so it is with great concentration that you take his hands and place them on the plastic arms of his chair.

"Mm... I wish I could tie you down, Professor. Unfortunately, no rope; so you'll have to settle for clinging onto this chair."

You slide him out of his trousers, drool running down the side of your lip as you lower yourself to your knees and rest your head on his lap, tongue lazily tracing his tip whilst he shudders and shifts his hands to grab at your hair. Mouth comes to engulf the warmth of his head before you look up at him with innocence so sickeningly sweet it makes his entire gut flip upside down.