#teacher!tom

caught in the act

w/c: 1.0k

warnings: one swear and suggestive joke

a/n: hi sorry this took me a little! if only you could hear the way i squealed when i read itttgvsfs i adore the concept :,)

a/n: loving these two already SO much!

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Julie stated through gritted teeth, pushing her way out of the office with the door nearly falling back to hit Tom as he made a less dramatic exit behind her. The secretaries thought better than to say anything, even to Tom, whom they would make up excuses to speak with each day.

“I can hear you, Ms. Harvey!” called out the frantic principal, praying that there wasn’t a student perched outside.

Silently and without looking back, she extended her middle finger into the air, making her grand exit from the administration office. Giles was honestly just pleased that she lowered her voice—and didn’t set anything on fire. Small victories?

“Harvey–! Harvey! Wait, one second,” Tom instructed to no avail, trailing behind the woman. The redhead made no sign of stopping her aggravated tapping to her classroom. The news they had just received from their boss being less jovial than either one of them had expected.

"Tom? Are you alright? I felt a tug."

Harry breezed into the classroom, robes billowing behind him. 

"I'm fine Harry, no need to worry," Tom replied, nose scrunched up as he focused on the large bruise on his arm. It somehow seemed even more pale than usual. "Besides, you know as well as I do that we can heal this in seconds. We are wizards, after all."

Harry came to a halt in front of him, lips pursed and arms crossed over the dark green robes. "What happened, even? Did you experiment again?" 

His hands moved to inspect the bruising, one hand trailing lightly over the bloodied skin while the other already held his wand, the healing spell already on his lips.  As their skin touched, a familiar red thread formed in the air, glittering and translucent as it danced in the air, one end tied around their right pinky each. The colour slowly returned to his arm as skin knitted itself back together where it had split and bled, and soon nothing was left of the injury except for the dried blood clinging to his arm. Harry let go, and the glittering thread faded back into the ether.

He sighed. "I wish you would stop being so reckless. I was the gryffindor at school, not you. Take some notes from your students and start behaving more like a slytherin," Harry scolded.

"Oh, you mean calculating and ensuring that my partner comes to my aid when I require it?" He grinned at Harry, utterly unrepentant.

"Oh come now, even if you did plan this—which I don't believe for one second you did—you'd never have had the patience to wait for me to get here. You could have just come visit me in my office and foregone this whole thing."

The class of third years they were standing in front of had started quietly chattering, taking the break as a welcome respite from their potions class. 

"Now, who here can tell me what happened?" Harry clapped his hands and turned to the class, eyebrow raised. 

Behind him, Tom sighed and raised a hand to his head.

"Travers, yes."

"Well, P-professor Potter, sir, Professor Riddle had just explained the importance of keeping our utensils clean when all of a sudden, our potion started to boil and Professor Riddle put himself in front of it. H-he saved us."

"Couldn't you cast a shield charm? Christ, what are you, a muggle?" Harry turned back to Tom admonishing, hands on his hips.

"You do realise the irony of talking of a muggle saint while  you accuse me of being one, don't you?" Tom smiled, amused at his partner's antics. "And anyhow, I'm fine, it was hardly my first potions mishap." His hands grasped Harry's, red thread once again shimmering into existence, this time coiled tightly between them, flickering in the low dungeon light. 

"Now, I do have a class to teach. I'll come find you later, yes?" He looked at Harry fondly, cataloguing the scowl on his face and the carefree mess of black hair on his head. 

"And besides, don't you have a class to teach yourself?" 

"Eh, it's a free period. The next class won't be til—" He cast a tempus and paled, "Oh crap! I'll see you later, Tom. I left the pixies unprotected, Merlin knows what sort of chaos those menaces you call students have already caused!"

And, just as he'd arrived, he stormed out of the classroom and the professor and his students were left alone.

If you weren’t an actor, what other career would you like to pursue?

I can’t get into my peter parker series right now so here’s this mess.

listen up, of course you’re adorable little girl would be in love with her teacher

she always raved on how cute he was and how nice and how he always thought her finger paintings were the best

you knew his name was mr. holland but you never met him

but you told your daughter you’d love to meet the man she was in love with someday 

the next day she (let’s call her Daisy bc I fucking love that name and the flower) overheard mr. holland mumbling about a date gone wrong on his phone during naptime 

thus a plan began brewing in the five year olds head

it was perfect, daisy was going to throw a tempertantrum and not go outside to you at the end of the day

instead have you come inside to meet mr. holland

as the day went on she got very excited about her plan

she knew you were lonely, being very good at eavesdropping when you were talking to your mom about how much you wanted to go on a date

and your daughter knew that the teacher she had a crush on would be perfect for you

since she knew he was perfect for her of course he’d be good for you 

she was okay with giving him to you, you needed him more

she was content with waiting to meet the young prince george and have him fall for her

anyway, moving on

the end of the day came and daisy began her temper tantrum

“I don’t want to go home yet mr. holland I want to keep playing blocks with you!”

mr. holland because a pre-school teacher for a reason but right now daisy was testing his limits

he just wanted to go home and get ready for his date that night

it was 5 minutes past the time daisy should’ve walked outside when you finally went in to investigate

when you walk in you see a man about your age about ready to pull his hair out as daisy is screaming about not wanting to leave yet

as soon as she sees you walk through the door though all crying stops and she’s all smiles and innocence

‘mama this is mr. holland.’ 

thats when it clicks in your brain

you apologize profusely to mr. holland about your daughters actions but he doesn’t care

he’s too focused on the beauty in front of him

‘uh no no i-its okay. yeah its okay. i’ve dealt with worse.’ 

you chuckle and look down at daisy whos smiling up at you two

you roll your eyes and get to the point

‘um...how about i apologize more over coffee? say tomorrow at ten? It’s a saturday so hopefully you aren’t too busy.’ 

tom is shocked to say the least

not expecting you to make the first move

he obvioulsy agrees and you two make plans to meet at a local cafe the next day

once in the car you reprimand daisy with a smile on your face

‘that was not very nice miss daisy.’

she smiles and giggles

‘but now you two are going out!’ 

Alrighty!

Tom would be a substitute teacher, and he was just a couple of years older than you. Whenever Tom had your class, you always lost all focus. Usually, you were really smart, top of your class even, but whenever Tom was around, all you could think about was how great he would look with out that shirt on.

Now, Tom had heard about you, from almost all of your teachers. They had all told him how bright and confident you were, but whenever he asked you a question, you could barely put together the words. Tom hoped that he was the reason to why you seemed so distracted, because you definitely distracted him. 

The way you would bite your lip when you looked at him, drove him crazy. Every little thing you did, got his attention, and he prayed that no one else would notice. 

One day, he asked you to stay behind after class. It was the last class of the day, and the end of the school year was getting close. When everyone had left the classroom, you just kept looking at Mr. Holland, waiting for him to say something. 

“I’ve been wondering about something, and i hope you could help clear something up for me” He started, looking at you with an intense stare. “Why is it that everyone tells me that you’re one of the brightest girls at this school, yet you can never seem to focus in my classes?”

“Oh. I… I don’t know” You got out, you voice higher than it usually was. “Something must be distracting me” 

“Something, huh? Sure it’s not someone?” He asked, walking closer to you. You backed up, until you hit a table. 

“Hmm?” You didn’t quite hear what he said, too distracted by his movements. 

“So I am distracting you, aren’t I?” He smirked, placing an arm on either side of you, trapping you between him and the table. “You’re aren’t the only one whose distracted, darling”

“What are you saying?” You asked, already feeling out of breath. 

“I’m saying, that i think you’re really distracting. And I’ve been wanting to kiss you, since the moment i first got assigned this class” He whispered in your ear.

“Then do it” You challenged, turning your head to face his. His eyes kept flickering between your eyes and your lips. He leaned in, but he he stopped barely millimeters from you. “Oh for god’s sake” You muttered, before connecting your lips.

He was quick to catch up, and what started as a innocent kiss, turned into a much more heated one. His hands moved to your body, and carefully lifted you up, and sat you down on the table, his lips never breaking from yours. His hands went under your shirt, and instantly started fumbling with the lock on your bra. Your hands grabbed the hem of his shirt, and started pulling it up, making him break the kiss.

“Sure you wanna do this” He asked, pulling the shirt over his head. Your eyes went down to his torso, and you definitely liked what you saw. 

“Yeah, i want this” You breathed, making him smirk. He got down on his knees,  lifted up your skirt and pulled down your panties. He didn’t say a word, before felt his lips leaving kisses on your sensitive skin. 

When you let a whimper, he took it as a cue to get to work. You felt his tongue on your clit, making your breath hitch. You put your arms behind you, supporting your weight, as you leaned back. You tried to keep your moans quiet, but as he picked up the pace, it got harder. 

He kept changing the way and the pattern in which his tongue was moving. You felt your stomach starting to tense up and your legs starting to shake, getting closer to your high. 

“D-don’t stop” You moaned, and he picked up the pace further, sending you over the edge. When your legs started shaking violently, he didn’t stop. He made your orgasm drag out, making it last longer than ever, and by the end of it you were feeling rather breathless. 

“You wanna take a round two at my place?” He asked, moving his head up from under your skirt, his eyes dark.

-okay first of all, this relationship is secret obv

-at least at school

-because people are judgmental

-anyways, he is the cutest

-he brings you flowers whenever he feels like you had a hard day at school or just feeling demotivated

-you work so hard for school and it breaks his heart to see you sad

-he loves showing you off to his friends outside school, introducing you as a “colleague”

-you guys don’t even have that much of an age gap anyways

-during lessons, he keeps getting distracted whenever you ask a question or drop your pencil etc.

-he legit starts rambling and people don’t understand why because he is an amazing teacher

-and sometimes

-you get distracted because he looks so damn slick and hot in shirts/suits

-and he has to teach you the entire lesson again at home

-and it usually ends in you two making out

-he loves it

-“y/n, love, are you listening to me?”

-“i was”

-you two have study dates

-him grading papers and you studying

-you guys are just so comfortable around each other.

-when you introduce him to your parents (not as your teacher obv), they absolutely adore him

-“it’s a pleasure meeting you, sir”

-“you too, son.”

-“treat him well, y/n, he’s a keeper”

-sometimes, you take a shirt from his “school” wardrobe because they look so good on you

-and once your best friend asked “the shirts you wear- i swear I keep seeing them before you even wear them”

-you blush and look away

-but she’s smart

-she looks at tom in one lesson

-and then you

-“holy shit”

-she’s supportive

-and you couldn’t be happier

-now you actually have someone to ramble

-and tom is so happy for you