This is a ShiftyxFlaky idea I've had that I just needed to write. XD
Warning: THIS IS M RATED. LEMON SO . . YEAH GO BACK.
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The classroom's clock was counting down the minutes until it would be time to dismiss the anxious students. Pens and pencils scratched furiously against paper, one student tearing through his and exhaustively pulling his hair, as the sound of heels clicking against the floor sounded.
Sitting in his seat near the back of the class, a green haired male flipped over his test and toyed with his eraser top. He had been far from being done, barely making it past question three, and that was what he was striving for.
Emerald eyes followed the usual flowing hair of the young teacher, a female of only twenty years. She was a transfer from the more ghetto school located on the other side of the town, finding a job at Happy Tree High only months back. And for those three months this particular student had had his eyes on her. It wasn't every day that a woman with a stutter and cute awkwardness stepped into the class.
His tongue peeked out hungrily as he re-imagined the look of embarrassment on her red face as she taught about the human body. Her stutter had become noticeable, the flustered woman explaining the male and female reproduction system in dulled down detail. The other students simply laughed and cracked jokes after class when she had rushed out, finding it hilarious how she couldn't handle any sexual lesson.
But he had thought it was arousing, just seeing the shy redhead in front of the class and trying to explain what a penis was without uttering the actual word. She was so innocent for an adult, and with his eighteenth birthday just passed two weeks ago he couldn't have asked for a better gift.
Brriinngg!
At the sound of the bell, the screeching of chairs being dragged filled the air and murmurs of excitement. The teenagers filed out of the room in a flurry, handing their papers to the smiling teacher and rushing to leave the school grounds. Normally, he would have left with his brother and they'd go on the bus together, but he had already told Lifty that he had detention today.
The room emptied quickly leaving only the teacher who sat at her desk grading papers and the student casually leaning back in his chair. It was passing 3:15 before she looked up, surprised that he had stayed behind this time—normally the slacking boy would ditch detention and she would have to order him another. But there he was, staring at her intensely and a teasing spark in his eyes.
She turned her stare down and cleared her throat, saying, "Mr. Shifty, w-would you please come to the seat in front of me."
Shifty smirked snidely and got up, pushing his chair in roughly and walking to the seat she pointed to. "Yes, Ms. Flaky."
The teacher shuffled in her chair as she felt his unrelenting stare still penetrating her. Shifty was one of her more intense students, the kind that she would happily avoid and help as little as was called for. Red pen grading papers nervously, she licked her dry lips and started, "Do you know w-why I gave you detention? Again?"
"Nope," said an uncaring Shifty, again leaning back in the chair, "not a clue."
"Well besides for your failed attempts at making it t-to your other detention sessions . . turning in homework late . . sticking gum in Giggles' hair . . and skipping classes," Flaky racked her head for any other trouble he caused, "you got a-an F on your last test."
"So what? Half the class failed that test, maybe you were the one who didn't teach it right. Why are you blaming me for that."
"Actually, Mr. Shifty, only y-you failed," she corrected, biting her pen cap when he glared at her. "A-and you already had an F in this class so . . . Shifty, you're going to have to redo the twelfth grade if you can't get at least a D-."
Shifty grew stiff at the word 'redo'. He would gladly do over the entire grade if he had the pushover redhead as a teacher, but that wasn't the case. For every student who failed a grade and had to repeat it, they must take a remedial class for the next year. Now that wouldn't be all that bad, if it wasn't for the crazy principal who taught it. He had heard that the psycho had thrown a boy out the window for chewing gum, shattered a girl's phone in his bare hands after catching her texting, and even threatened a ditcher with his bowie knife.
The last part was just a rumor, though, he didn't want to take any chances with that.
"You don't say," he said thickly. Playing with his raccoon chain, he was inclined to ask, "What can I do to fix that?"
"I don't think you understand," she put her graded stack aside and folded her hands on the table. "The semester's a-almost over, and I don't have any extra work for you to catch up."
"Then why didn't you tell me this before?" Shifty growled, upset that he had been notified of his failing grade on such short notice. "It's teachers like you that are the reason why kids are fail—"
"I-I would've warned you sooner, but you never come to class," her tone was almost icy as she defended herself. "I left you messages on your home phone—"
"Well who the fuck checks their home phone?"
"—and I informed your brother about your F. I gave him l-letters upon letters to give to you, and he promised he would. Did he ever bring them home? . . B-because he said he . . would."
Shifty slumped in the seat and grumbled, "That little bastard, he didn't give me shit." Lifty had known about him failing the math class for some time now, and he hadn't thought it important to warn his brother about it? He had lied about the letters he had brought home then, saying they were love notes from creepy stalker girls and throwing them away.
Fucking dick, it's as if he wanted his brother to fall behind and redo an entire grade.
Flaky withheld her flinch at the harsh words and pat the stack absentmindedly. "W-well, I'm sorry that he didn't tell you about that . . . but that doesn't excuse your grade, Shifty."
"What do you want me to do about it now, can't do nothin' anymore." There was no extra credit he could do, this test was the last before progress reports came put, and he was too lazy to invest time into finishing what assignments they had left. "Fucking fantastic, this is ending as a shitty year."
"I would ask you to refrain from using c-curse words in my classroom, Mr. Shifty."
"Whatever," he brushed her off, "is there anything I can do to get an A? Or at least a passing grade? I really, really am concerned about this." Yeah, okay, that was a total lie. But if he said he didn't give a crap about his grades and simply wanted to avoid the psychotic principal she wouldn't think twice about his seriousness on the subject.
"As I said before . . it's the e-end of the semester. If you had realized this halfway through you would've had a chance to finish bigger projects, but y-you can't do that now. I'm sorry Shifty, you can't do anything anymore."
Shifty threw his hand up in annoyance, staring out the class window with a fixed jaw. "Wow, that's bullshit right there. So fucking stupid." It was then that he noticed the two squirrels running along a branch, one chasing the other. His eyebrow arched as he saw the larger animal reach the first, nose twitching in distaste at the sudden game of wrestling.
Then it snapped in his head, like a puzzle piece that had been put in the correct place. That's what he needed to do, a grin spreading across his face, and he was already thinking of how it would play out.
"Ms. Flaky, are you sure that there really is nothing I can do to get that A~?" Shifty asked, leaning his elbows on the table and staring at her through half lidded eyes. He slid tongue across his lips, sending her a sly grin, and gave himself a point for her flushing face. "If there's anything I can do . . Just tell me~"
"U-um, no, there's nothing you can do," mumbled the teacher, growing uneasy under his hungry stare. She received that stare once before from a different student when she had lollipops to hand out; it had ended with her on the ground and her candies nowhere to be found. "Please just sit quietly until detention is over."
The twin kept his smile fixated, hands under his chin, and his eyes on her anxious face. Standing, he went to the door and said, "Are you truly confident of that Ms. Flaky? There's absolutely no way I can get my A from an F?" He looked through the window for any lagging students or working teachers, finding the hallway delightfully empty.
"S-Shifty, please go sit down. This is detention, you aren't allowed to talk in here, so please stop speaking. And I h-have told you, there's nothing I can give you that can raise your grade that—"
A low clicking coming from the door handle.
Heart rate increasing at the possibility of being locked in, she had to ask before she grabbed her cellphone, "Shifty, is there s-something wrong?" Could it be a code red? But after school? "W-why did you lock the door . . ."
The thief came back and leaned on her desk, grabbing a stray lock of red hair and tucking it snugly behind her ear. "Ms. Flaky, I'm willing to make a proposition with you~ I know just how to get that A so you won't have to see me next year, wanna hear it?"
She had students who were kind and brought her gifts, she had students who were adoring and gave her hugs, and she even had students who had temporarily had crushes on her—but never had a student given such an affectionate touch to her. He hadn't meant it though, Flaky believed, he had only wanted to tuck the stray piece away.
"A proposition? I c-can't be making deals with students when the expectations are so great . . but i-it wouldn't hurt to hear it." Flaky jerked back as he abruptly bent down, grabbing her curly hair in one hand and grinning seductively. She grew cherry red at the closeness of her student, gulping as their noses pressed together and fearing the punishment she'd receive if another faculty member caught them.
"You're saying that I've been a bad little boy~" Shifty whispered huskily, chuckling at her low whimper. "Well, teacher, why don't you punish me? Punish me nice and long, and don't be afraid to hold back~"
"Shifty!" She reared back, finding how strong his grip was on her hair. "W-what is your implication here!?"
"If you want me to dumb it down," his lips pressed to the shell of her ear, tongue swiping over it and his sharpened teeth biting it lightly. "I'm saying that if I give you a good fucking, you'll raise my grade. Get it now Teach?"
"S-Shifty! You can't be doing this, I'm your teacher! N-now, let go of me and I won't say a word about this." Seeing his amusement and lack of his fingers unraveling from her locks, she breathed out desperately, "Shifty, please, I-I really need this job . . ! If Mr. Flippy finds out about this—"
"And I need that A," he said bluntly. "I'm not leaving here without it, and I'm not a minor anymore so you won't get arrested. Fired maybe but, eh, not my problem."
Was he being serious? Flaky's mouth hung open as she soaked in his words; he didn't care if she got caught and got fired, he was concerned about his needs alone.
Knowing she wouldn't be responsive if he didn't promise her her job still, he rolled his eyes. "I'll ensure it that your job stays, don't worry your head about it. I've got this under control, Ms. Flaky~"
She shuddered at the affection in his tone and began thinking on his words. He had this under control? Didn't that mean he had thought of this all before? The thought was enough to send heat flooding back into her face.
"I can't, this is w-wrong—"
"So was your affair with the principal, but did I say anything to the superintendent? Or did I keep it a secret to myself? If this is so wrong, then go ahead and tell, I have my own secrete to share as well~"
"Y-You're going to use blackmail against me . . ?!" she gasped out. It was obvious that her student was tricky and sneaky, she had seen him selling cigarettes to other kids outside without being caught before, but she hadn't expected he'd go to this far of measures. "But y-you—no the principal and I d-didn't do—"
Fisting her knee length skirt and stopping her shaking shoulders, she questioned, "Why don't you just blackmail me into giving you a better grade t-then."
"Because what would be the fun in that~? I'd get a better grade, but I wouldn't have the satisfaction of knowing I earned it~ you see why that isn't fair, right?"
"I . . . yes . . but—"
"Mm mm, no buts Ms. Flaky~ it's either you agree to me and we both leave happy, or you don't, I get held back, and you get prison time; your choice."
The frazzled teacher sunk in dread knowing that there was no other option. She couldn't get fired, or become an inmate. The last part sounded extremely brutal and best to avoid.
"Okay then," said Flaky meekly, "I a-agree, but you can't be telling your friends about this. Because if word gets out . ."
"I promise I won't even tell my little brother," Shifty smiled at how easy it had been to persuade her. He thought she'd ask for real proof of him knowing about her affair, which he had none of and only happened to see while tagging the lunch tables after school. "You're safe~ now let's get this lesson started, shall we?"
The woman squeaked as he stepped behind her desk, already having his hands on her slim waist and lifting her onto the desk top. In a quick motion, Shifty had swiped off the contents atop it and sent pencils, pens, and her papers onto the ground.
Flaky winced after hearing her favorite teacher mug shatter, apologizing to Lammy the student who had presented it to her. "Shifty be careful, s-someone may hear us!"
"Relax Teach, I'll clean it all up later. Just try to focus on me, you're gonna find it hard not to after this~"
"W-what? Why—" A short scream emitted from the twenty year old that followed the ripping of clothing. She clenched her thighs together and fearfully tried pulling her skirt lower. Face color matching her hair, she stared at the student who was holding up her torn underwear in his hand. "W-w-what!"
"You would've needed to get rid of that anyways~ I just helped you, you're welcome." Smirking, he disappeared from before her and got down on his knees instead.
Curiosity trickled into her expression as she questioned his reason for this. "Shifty, what are you—" Another yelp escaped her at the sudden breeze to her lower regions and the warm palms keeping her open. His strong hands had worked their way in between her clenched thighs and pried them apart despite her resistance, giving him a clear view of what she had to offer.
She whined as he gripped her bottom, raising her above the desk to ride her stiff skirt up. The table top was cold against her exposed skin and distracted her from noticing the twin going back to his former position. "I-I don't understand why—A-ah!" The female's back arched coupled with the gaspy moan. She had felt his lips press to her flushed skin, moving long until his parting mouth was grazing her pearl.
A zap of lust at hearing the moan zapped through the twin as he continued dragging his tongue over the fleshy folds of her womanhood. His movements were languid and drawn out, Flaky whimpering at the hot breath hitting her most sensitive spot.
She gripped the hair that was tickling her skin and forced his head closer, almost instantly forgetting who was causing her eccentric pleasure. "Shifty, if y-you're going to be doing this, I'm telling you to go faster." Her dominant voice slipped into a whispered plea, "If you c-can, please."
"You're in charge, Ms. Flaky~"
"T-thank you Shi—" Her fingers curled tighter in his dark hair, breath hitching as the wet organ intruded her body. His tongue pulled out again, running over her shining clit, before delving back in. The alluring scent of the juices emitting from her spun around him and danced in his at work mouth.
Sweet like a special candy, he thought, prodding at her inner walls until he gained a shocked mewl. That was it. His nose brushed against the bundle of nerves as he eagerly poked at the spot again. Shifty planted a firm hand on the desk counter and her leg, finding it hard to maneuver inside the heated entrance due to her shaking.
"R-right there," Flaky groaned out, glazed eyes on the whiteboard as she bucked her hips onto his tongue. She wanted so badly to get the high she had felt a few times before, and by his quickening pace he knew that too. "M-mm, just k-keep doing that S-Shifty . . !"
He already wanted to see her sprawled out body beneath his, sweat glistening on her bare chest and nude body, and hear her panted moans saying his name. But more than that, he wanted her to hit her first orgasm and know that the teacher had caved in under him. He was craving the fucking of the school year right then, the woman's pants and frantic tugging at his hair driving him every further.
It wasn't long before his anything but tentative licks got the best of her, Flaky buzzing in ecstasy and her cry echoing in the empty room. Her unique flavor was still on his taste buds as he wiped himself off using his scarf.
Shifty leaned back on his knees and stared at the pleasing sight above him. The heaving chest of his teacher, her crimson eyes clouded, and the blush that filled her cheeks. "How was that Ms. Flaky~?"
"I-it was worth an A," murmured Flaky. "I'll be changing your grade tonight." Thinking their session was over she began stepping down onto her shaking legs, but was stopped when he held her in place.
"I think I can do a little bit more to get that A~ don't you think? That was awfully fast and only worth half credit, let me show you how I can get a real grade." He was going to go gently on this, but the raging boner in his pants was saying to do otherwise.
Lustfully, almost roughly, he slammed her back down on the desk and began tugging on his pants zipper. Her pained cry was ignored and forgotten as he slid his hands to grip the underside of her thighs. Raising her lower body, he draped her shapely legs around his neck and pressed his freed member to her hole.
"S-Shifty I don't think that this part is a g-good idea, I'm supposed to have a meeti—"
"And we'll be done before that. Ms. Flaky, you have to trust that I know how much time I have. "
"Yes but t-they're supposed to be coming in—" Without waiting warning to her, the teenager rammed himself into her glistening hole and listened to her shocked gasp. Teeth latching down on her lower lip and on the verge of breaking the skin, she looked at the ceiling lights with pained eyes. The sudden intrusion left no time for her to adjust to his large size before he began pumping into her.
The smaller woman squirmed under his heavy body, her flexibility coming in handy as it was that her legs were nearly pressing to her clothed abdomen. Her first time had been sensual and endearing, the principal taking her lovingly, but this student was getting a ride out of their time together.
And why shouldn't he be? Since her first day working as his teacher, he'd been fantasizing about having her in every position. He could almost feel her sliding up and down his pole after every test, hungrily eyeing her whenever she bent down to assist a lost student. If she hadn't come, maybe he would have been passing the class. But she proved to be too much of a distraction, stealing his attention away from the numbers on the board and directed to her bouncing at every word chest. The teacher was naughty in her own secret way, and he hadn't been able to wait to bury his cock deep inside her.
Her sweaty hands sliding on the desk surface and the metal legs creaking as he thrust into her, Flaky unknowingly began pushing herself onto his member when it retreated. The feeling of being full was one she didn't want to forget, never mind the awkwardness she'd feel towards the teen during next day's class.
Her lubricated walls clenched tightly around his ramming cock, Shifty neared his pleasure high. The delicious mewls and cries that left her adding on to his levels that counted to his climax. Just one more thrust and—
The classroom door opened with another click, the grounds keeper, Splendid, having used his keys to open it.
"Thank you Mr. Splendid," the principal, Flippy, pat the blue haired worker on his shoulder. "I was wondering why it wouldn't open, Flaky's hosting the meeting to—. . day."
The squeaking of the teacher's desk stopped, the two panting forms turning their heads and seeing Flippy's repulsed expression. Flaky stared, horrified, at her boss and the actuality that they had gotten caught; Shifty appeared annoyed that they had been interrupted. He was this close from cumming, and the stupid principal had walked in.
Of course.
"W-what's going on here?" Flippy asked in disbelief. "Ms. Flaky? Shifty? What are you—"
"I'm doing a test retake," Shifty hissed. He was going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble no matter what, might as well finish what he had started. "Please get out, don't you know it's rude to interrupt students who are testing."
The grounds keeper and principal shared a look that asked what they had just walked in on. Hesitating, they backed out of the room, Splendid closing and locking the door again, and walked away down the hall.
"I-I'm going to lose my teaching credentials," Flaky whispered. "I'm going to lose my j-job."
"Yup, probably . . . But I still have to get that A, Teach, let's get back to the 'test'~"
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Sigh, this sounded better in my head. But with my inability to write lemons, well . . -.-' I really do love this couple—mostly for the sexual highlights xD
Up Next:
LiftyxFlaky /T/ for koyamon-lover
NuttyxFlaky (platonic) /T/ Bitter for Ratty4949
NuttyxFlaky /T/ Lollipop for my stalker, Crystal.
FliqpyxFlipped!Flaky /M (for gore)/ Revenge for xXxVampire-HimexXx
Tiger GeneralxFlaky /T/ Camping for boony832
SneakyxFlaky /T/ Traitor for InazumaGhostKing (can I please make this a story instead of request? *puppy dog eyes*)
NuttyxFlaky /T/ Jealousy for Crystal
. . . This was supposed to be the chapter where I said I'm not taking smut xD What the heck, but only this request!
FiqpyxFlaky /M (for smut)/ Clarity for Guest
AntsxFlaky /T/ Creepy for beejebuz
OCxFlaky /T/ Fear for Tommy-The-Panda (this is the only OC request I'm taking since I didn't specify at first that I dislike using them)
PopxFlaky /T/ Jailbait for Crystal
Damn, that list is long for me XD So . . 'parently Crystal and I got married (*shoots Boony*), and I'm tempted to ask who wants to go to our wedding? DX
