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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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.

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Alfred sat back on his chair, mouth agape and pencil on his right hand ready to stab the living daylights out of his eyes. He had just sent Mr Kirkland pages and pages of sex. Out of everyone he could've sent it to, even his own parents, he had sent it to his English teacher. His cheeks began to flush , imagining what his teachers face would look like whilst reading sex after sex after sexy sex stories of himself...and his student. Alfred groaned and let his head fall onto the desk, hitting it hard. His whole life is ruined. He had been exposed. What would Mr Kirkland think of him now? If he is reading it, Alfred would be an absolute freak and a pervert in Arthur's eyes.

Alfred squeezed his eyes shut and looked up at the time. It is now twelve thirty in the morning. He had spent half an hour of his life sulking on the desk about the accidental porno he had just sent. UGhhh...fuck...the world.

Maybe after a good night's sleep, he'd forget about it all. Maybe, just to relieve all this pressure and sudden realisation, he just needed sleep. And it will all be gone tomorrow!...unlikely...

Alfred slipped inside the covers and tightly wrapped the duvet around his frame. And then one annoying problem has brought itself up: the lights were still On. The light switch was so far away...right at the very end of the bedroom. Alfred groaned. Why can't the light switch be right next to his bed just so he wouldn't have to fucking walk all the way to the other side of the room just to flick a godamn light switch? Why must the world and its very own habitants be so cruel? Ughh...First World Problems my fat, American ass! Fuck the world I'm sleeping with the lights on, Alfred thought. And after a few seconds, he drifted off to the wonderful world of sex.

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Arthur read through the so called 'Algebra Essay' before he went off on stage to do his second job on a late saturday night. To be honest, it was in fact the best he had seen from a fifteen yr old. The descriptions and dialogue were perfect and the imagery was extremely vivid and explicit. No shame in any of the sentences. Arthur did not expect anything this good from Alfred. And yet, he was here on the twenty fifth page of Alfred's little story slowly making his way onto very last page. He had sent the file onto his phone so he had easy access wherever he went. Arthur felt uncomfortable as a teacher that he is reading an erotic essay written by his pupil. What's more is that it was about him having sex with Alfred. But at the same time, he couldn't help but continue to read on no matter how wrong the situation was.

My dick pulsated inside of him. I knew I was close to the edge. Mr Kirkland twisted and turned beneath me, clutching onto my thighs as I pushed in further down. Desperately needy, Sir held onto me, wrapping his frail arms around my neck pulling me down, his moans had become so radiant as his mouth inched closer to my ear. Every little pants and cries and screams, I rewarded him with a hard thrust.

Strangely enough, Arthur could definitely paint that scene in his mind. He could clearly picture how Alfred's body could have the possibility to be toned but not too muscley. Alfred's skin could be smooth and soft. And judging from the small bulk in Alfred's pants that tends to always be visible, the boy was probably well endowed. Wait, what!? Alfred=Well endowed? WTF was he thinking?! That is his pupil for christ's sake. It is inappropriate to be thinking those things.

"Arthur? Your on in a few minutes" the manager reminded him. Arthur nodded back and resumed getting ready. The black spandex thongs he wore were getting uncomfortable. They were tightly squeezing onto his skin and it made his cock outline all the more visible. Arthur ignored it and slipped on the studded choker and put on the barred nipple rings. And then, another question came into mind: how the hell did Alfred know he had a nipple ring? As far back as Arthur can remember, the boy had never seen him shirtless...

Closing the document on his phone, Arthur undressed revealing a very tight and embarrassing banana hammock. It wasn't a big deal as he had gone through the same process every three nights. Strangely, Arthur loved the kind of attention he gets when he goes up on stage. Many men had called him hot or sexy and many women had called him cute. Those word were well appreciated but Arthur wanted more than that. He wanted someone to look past his outside and into his soul, hoping that they see a beautiful person instead of a whore-at-night-and-teacher-by-day.

"Arthur, your on."

Arthur went out into the room filled with perverts, drunken men and women and a LOT of Japanese business men. Being perfectly honest, Arthur didn't mind dancing provocatively in front of random men but he'd rather be at home in this hour relaxing and to be seen as something other than a sexual object. He knew himself that he was extremely attractive, but he wants a committed relationship. Right now, he's just a lonely twenty eight year old left behind by pathetic parents. And in due time, he hoped things will change.

The spotlight was focused on him, blurring the Briton's vision slightly as he gripped the pole tightly in his hands. He braced himself before lifting off into the air, holding on to the bar he had learnt to dance on. He steadied his body, balanced it perfectly against opposing forces, legs opened and groin grinding against the pole. He thrust his hips onto the pole, mimicking the movement Alfred had described in his essay. Then, he spiralled back down, legs still open making sure his bulge was visible. He had learnt how to pole dance as a profession a few years back but now he had to put all the artistic pole dancing behind and focus on seducing instead.

Arthur smirked at the amount of money thrown onto the stage and the wads of cash he felt being slipped into his tight banana hammock. After his performance, Arthur collected all amounts of money and left the stage.

"Good job tonight, Arthur. Maybe we should totally get you on more often. The crowd, like, loves you" Feliks, his boss, congratulated him. Arthur could only smile and pack his things up to leave.

"Oh are you leaving? Do you not want to stay around for drinks?" Feliks asks.

"No I have a few things to mark."

Feliks put an arm around Arthur and lead him out backstage.

"Oh come on, Arthur. Live a little. Here," Feliks hands him over a glass of scotch "Have some scotch then go talk to some people out there."

"But I really do have to get home. And besides I-"

"Please Arthur? You look really stressed lately. And I'd like to get to know my best act better."

Arthur sighed and gave in, grasping the scotch out of Feliks' hand. It was going to be a long night.

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A few hourss later...

"What am I doing with my liiiifee? II don't even -hic- know who I am anymooore" an annoying familiar englishman's voice was heard. Face down on the counter of the bar, was a drunken Arthur. An emotional sad, drunken Arthur. Francis sighed and placed a hand on his back.

"Arthur, I think we should call it a day. Come on, I'll take you home." He gripped the hands of the briton but was rejected.

"Shut the fahck up, bloody frog! I do what I waant betch!"

"No no non, Arthur you're going home" Without any other distraction, Francis excused himself and the drunkard from the bar, waved goodbye to some people and lifted the wasted man off the stool.

"LLeggoooo of meee...actuallly keep hoold mee...It''s like I'm flying. Wheee!"

Francis rolled his eyes and struggled to shove the man into his car. Once Arthur was in, Francis got into the driver's seat and drove away. He turned beside him to see Arthur's eyes half lidded, red rimmed and droopy. How much had he been drinking to actually make him look so terrible?

"I wish I were you, frog..." Arthur sniffled. Francis turned his head in surprise. He continued to listen to what the man says.

"I really wish you knew how lucky you are. You have a lover, a house and kids. My life is half finished and I'm still living in a small shack I call home, no family and I fucking live alone! I have no girlfriend...or in this case boyfriend. I have no one to share my life with. And I fuckin' hate my job and I hate teenagers and don't even know why?" Arthur gasped in between sentences, tears spilling from his evergreen eyes. Francis couldn't stand to watch his friend suffer through so much. And so Francis knew what to do. Francis pulled over at the side of Arthur's rather small home and looked into his solemn eyes.

"Listen, Arthur. Things get better. I'm here for you, ok. So is my dear Matthieu and the kids. The kids seem very fond of you," He brought his arms around to comfort the grieving British man in a somewhat manly hug."They talk about your eyebrows all the time" Francis giggled as he pictured his two adorable kids yapping on about how thick Arthur's eyebrows were.

"Oh shut up, frog!"

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Alfred reluctantly walked towards his english class. He knew Mr. Kirkland would've probably read it and now thinks he is a disgrace. What if he tells his parents or tells the headteacher? Or what if his friends knew? What if Mr Kirkland never talks to him again? Or what if he's not even in today? Billions of unanswered questions filled his nervous mind as he opened the door to the classroom to find out that everything was absolutely normal. Mr Kirkland was there in front of the class lecturing them about analysing a Charles Dickens book.

"Ahh, Alfred. Wonderful for you to join us." Mr. Kirkland greeted. Alfred just waved back and sat on his seat.

For the whole hour, Alfred remained still in his seat, still mortified that Mr Kirkland just might tell every one. For an hour, Alfred longed for that bell to chime, to tell him classes were over. But when it rang, he was told to stay behind once again. He watched as his classmates left their seats and happily exited as a calling of the end of the day. This made Alfred all the more worried. Now Mr Kirkland had definitely read it. Alfred drummed his pen on his desk out of nervousness and when Mr. Kirkland brought himself forward, Alfred couldn't help but swallow.

"Alfred, so I received that 'Algebra essay' of yours. And one question came in mind"

Alfred knew he was definitely in big trouble. He wondered what Sir would think of him now. But it was quite difficult to determine because, well...Sir looked as casual as he had always been.

"How the hell did you know about my nipple rings?"

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