yoho! my friend's other friend wrote a hate letter to a teacher and STOOPIDLY SENT IT. So I thought hard about it and came up with a story and this time, I sexed it up A WHOLE FUCKKIN LOTT!
WARNING: NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW SMUT SMUT SEXY TIME SEXY TIME SEXY TIMEZZZ U NO LIKE PENIS UP ASS THEN U NO READ. SIMPLE AS.
NOTICE: THIS ACCOUNT NOW BELONGS TO TWO PEOPLE (pervs): MARS AND JENELL. SMUTTY THINGS IS OBVIOUSLY WRITTEN BY JENEL BECAUSE MARS IS A BIATCH DAT CANT HANDRE DIS...und is usually more on the angsty type story things...
DISCLAIMER: I DUNT OWN HETALIA OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER. THE ONLY THING I OWN IS THE SEX SCENE.
summary: Alfred has an unhealthy obsession with his English teacher, Mr Kirkland. The only way he can release his inner feelings is by typing up his erotic fantasies. Little did he know that one click on the 'send' button can change everything-Inspired by a stupid thing that happened with my friend ;)
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Alfred waited outside of Mr Kirkland's classroom for what felt like forever, his patience running thin. He could be at home writing more sexy, dirty literature of Mr Kirkland but no! He was standing outside his classroom, wasting his time away. What if he had forgotten? Or what if something had happened? The nearby clock kept ticking, influencing Alfred to leave but when he thought about it, he'd be all alone...with Mr Kirkland.
When the clock chimed four o'clock, Alfred gave up and forced his spent legs to leave. Disappointed, he lowered his head, slightly angered that he had wasted time on him. Mr Kirkland will never love him, or even let alone like him even just as a student. For all he knows, he could even be in a relationship or married and he could even already have his own children. Alfred clenched his fists, trying to wander off of that topic. It was then when he felt his body brush against another.
"Oh, Alfred. Leaving so soon?" Mr Kirkland appeared right in front of him out of nowhere. "Sorry for making you wait for so long. I had no idea that I had a staff meeting." He gave Alfred a sign to follow him. And then, Alfred found himself back in the classroom of his teacher. Mr Kirkland sat on his desk casually. This had been the first time Alfred had ever seen him so much less tense and 'unprofessional' .
"I'd like to talk to you about your grades. You're falling behind compared to everyone else in the class" Mr Kirkland issued.
Alfred had in fact been aware of that since he had laid eyes on his teacher. The very first day he had met the man was the start of everything. He had wanted to impress the man to gain attention but it had failed ever since. This kind of attention he was receiving now however, isn't so bad at all. The concern and care his teacher was giving seemed far off better than getting praise.
"Yes I know that, sir." Alfred replied in play-shame.
"I looked at your previous grades with your old English teacher and I have seen no faults in any of your grades. What happened?"
"I ...d-don't know sir."
Mr Kirkland eyed his student suspiciously.
"You seemed to have quietened in class. I remember having to tell you to stop talking to Kiku in almost every lesson. Now you hardly talk at all," Mr Kirkland leaned closer to stare at the younger's blue hues "Is there something going on, Alfred? Are you okay?"
Alfred almost gasped at how close his face was to Mr Kirkland's. Mesmerized by his teacher's beauty, he fought a losing battle trying to restrain his urges. It was then when his face felt heated and a small tinge of pink found its way to his cheeks.
"You alright?" the older of the two repeated. And all Alfred could do was nod accordingly.
"M'kay. You're dismissed...oh and remember to hand in the essay due tomorrow. The hand-in folder deactivates at 12 midnight. If you hand it in after, I won't be able to receive it, 'kay?"
"Yes, sir" Alfred walked out of the classroom, heart fleeting as he tried to wipe away the embarrassing colour on his cheeks. That could possibly be the only situation he could ever get that close to Mr Kirkland. Well...it was nice while it lasted. Now about that essay, Alfred had to rush everything once again. He hadn't started yet and to be frank, hadn't been listening in class due to...'distractions'. He knew if he wanted to get his grades up to make his teacher proud, he needed to up his act soon.
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Arthur slumped down on his desk, tidying up some books and paperwork readying to get home. He increased his deep concern on Alfred not academically but more on the personal note. The boy had kept to himself in his classes and his mind seem to wander off somewhere else. And every time he'd ask for Alfred's input, the poor boy always looked startled and scared even. What if...Alfred was having trouble at home? What if he's being hurt constantly? Arthur's mind darkened at the thought. Maybe he's just over thinking it. Besides, no scars or bruises had appeared on the boys face.
Arthur gathered the remaining pile of books and shoved it down his straining bag. Arthur hated having to mark books. It would always weigh his small physique down and all he wanted to do is to collapse onto the comfort of his bed. Grunting, he slung the huge bag over his slender shoulders and walked out of the classroom. He fumbled around his pockets for the keys to lock the classroom door. When he had reached grasp of it, he pulled it out and twisted the key into the lock. Then, he felt hands on his shoulders. As a reflex, he gasped in shock and turned around to find that pervert French teacher, Francis.
"Fucking hell, Francis! I hate when you do that." Arthur retorted, his face falling into a scowl.
"Oh Arthur, you really need to calm down. You're under so much stress lately." Francis replaced his hands on the smaller man's shoulders and gently squeezed and massaged the tiring flesh.
"Fuck off, frog! Don't want to be in your presence right now." Arthur turned to leave but Francis once again stopped him.
"Arthur, you wouldn't mind to come with me for drinks? Just to cool you off. You don't look so good and I can see your skin paling up. You need to just keep your mind off work for a second and just enjoy life."
"But its hard! It's so hard, Francis," Arthur turned away from Francis' gaze to avoid his tears being seen "I'm trying to keep up two jobs to repay my family's debt. F-Fucking bastards resorted to suicide and left me here alone"
Francis tried to calm his fuming friend down. "Arthur, you don't need to do...'that' other thing. Can't you find something else to do?"
"Francis, I owe them over $500,000 dollars. I have no choice..."
Arthur wiped the remaining tears and walked out of the building leaving the worrying frenchman behind.
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"Alfred honey, don't forget to close your lights when you sleep. Sometimes you leave them open and the electricity bills are literally far too high." Alison called out to her son.
Alfred ignored and resumed hurriedly typing up his unprepared essay. He hated poetry to shreds and yet he is here comparing two damned poems. An hour has gone by and only eight hundred words were written:
The poem begins with the speaker asking a fearsome tiger what kind of divine being could have created it: "What immortal hand or eye/ Could frame they fearful symmetry?" Each subsequent stanza contains further questions, all of which refine this first one. From what part of the cosmos could the tiger's fiery eyes have come, and who would have dared to handle that fire? What sort of physical presence, and what kind of dark craftsmanship, would have been required to "twist the sinews" of the tiger's heart? The speaker wonders how, once that horrible heart "began to beat," its creator would have had the courage to continue the job.
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It was just a ten more minutes left until midnight. And here, Alfred still sits thinking of a way to quickly end his essay. However, giving up and just sending it half finished is probably a better option than missing the deadline time and not handing it in. So instead, Alfred concluded his essay like this:
I like this poem
The tension was rising, sweat began to bead on his forehead as the final seconds came and gone. Alfred clicked on the hand in folder and scrolled down to his documents. He clicked on his essay and then, after that one final second, his essay was handed in. Alfred's heart thumped in his chest, still exhilarated from that tensioning moment. Done! All finished! No more stress and hardcore, super typing. Just relaxation. He watched the folder deactivate with his essay under the name of 'Algebra' written on it.
Hold up!
Something was terribly wrong. The name of the file he had sent is 'Algebra'. That name was only to draw attention away from the file as to make sure NOBODY would ever read it. But now he had sent it, there was no turning back. No way of retrieving the terrible mistake he had just commited. For he, my dear readers, had sent his teacher over five hundred pages of sex.
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Arthur waited for his folder to be filled with countless amounts of essays. He had received everyone from his class ...apart from Alfred. It was no surprise really. He knew he wouldn't be able to hand it in. He probably hasn't even started it yet. And as the final second of eleven pm rose, Alfred's essay appeared. Arthur sighed in relief. For the first time, the boy had actually done work. Strangely the essay was name 'Algebra' :/
Oh well. Better go take a look. Arthur opened the file, his eyebrows lifted as the document loaded over five hundred pages of words. Arthur smiled to himself. The boy had outdone himself a little too much. But seeing an essay this huge, it must be detailed and hopefully an A* quality.
Arthur skimmed through the pages. A couple of words caught his attention for example: 'Fuck', 'thrust', 'thrusting', 'moan', 'cum', 'penis', 'dick', 'big', 'huge', 'sex', 'sexy', 'youfuckinsexbeast', 'handcuffs', 'ass', 'bubblebutt', 'harder', 'better', 'faster', 'stronger', 'more' etc...
Strange...
Arthur decided to just read a random line, and somehow felt extremely uncomfortable with Alfred's 'Algebra essay'.
I fucked him harder each time. He squirmed and clawed on my back begging for more, his cock leaked down onto his sweaty stomach. I couldn't help myself but pump his arousal...
Mr Kirkland pushed me up against the wall devouring my sinful tongue. His hands unbuckled my belt and dipped into my briefs. He stroked my hardening member and I couldn't help but throw my head back, mouth wide open...
Mr Kirkland arched his back as he rode on my dick. I watched as his ass swallowed all of me, engulfing me in such warmth and tightness. He played with his nipple rings and pinched the irritated flesh. And as a reward, a long pleasure filled moan escaped his sexy little mouth.
Arthur shut the 'Algebra essay' immediately. Looks like Alfred is coming to see him after school once again.
soooo sorry for the wait guyz! it was the holidays and i felt like slacking offf ;P
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