Toxic!Natasha x toxic!teacher reader - Nat is 19 (she had to stay back at school for a couple of years).
Natasha unknowingly makes the biggest mistake of her life and becomes trapped...
Warnings: Unprotected sex, Natasha has a penis, tiny bit of cum play, creampie, spanking, slight degradation kink, toxicity, little bit of dubious consent towards the end.
Word count: 1.8k
Natasha sat in History, bored out of her mind, truly wondering how any of this would be useful information for her, considering she was going to college to be an athlete, but the attention of the brunette next to her made her perk up in her seat. "Hey, Natasha, right?" the brunette whispered out, to which Natasha nodded with a grin. "Do you fancy coming by mine later on to help me with this assignment? I'm really stuck on it, and I could use your help." Natasha thought about it carefully, she also didn't really know what to do, but when she saw the brown-haired girl flutter her eyelashes, she accepted. "Sure, detka, give me your number and I'll text you when I'm on my way." Natasha grinned wickedly, knowing that she wouldn't end up helping the brunette girl and would just use the situation to fuck another of her classmates into the mattress and add to her list of conquests.
"Miss Romanoff, could you repeat what I just said to the rest of the class please?" Natasha's cheeks flushed red under your glare, feeling humiliated in front of the rest of her friends and teammates. Not one to fall into line quite so easily, Natasha snarked back, "No Miss Y/L/N, I was preoccupied with someone and something more important. If you don't mind?" "Oh, I don't mind Natasha, but I'm sure you will when you have to spend every evening with me this week and miss your soccer practice. Miss Hill, move to the back of the room please, and Romanoff, do us all a favour and keep quiet. Now as I was saying..." Natasha quietly grumbled to herself as she started reluctantly writing notes about the subject you were discussing.
15 minutes later, the bell rang, and Nat had never been more grateful for a sound, until your voice, reminding her that she had detention with you, put her back into a grumpy mood. She stayed planted in her seat and laid her head down on the desk on top of crossed arms. The shutting of the door caused her attention to turn towards it, where she really took notice of you. Dressed in a tight black pencil skirt and a crisp white cotton shirt tucked into it, accentuating the curves of your hips and the fullness of your bosom. Natasha lost herself staring at your breasts as many more buttons than appropriate were undone, giving her a view of the lace that you wore underneath. It was only when the clicking of your heels came to a halt that she realised you'd caught her as you stood directly in front of her, sporting a smirk at her enamoured state.
"See something you like, Romanoff?" Slowly, her eyes trailed up your figure as she nodded with a sly grin, "hmm, very much so Miss. How about you give me a twirl, let me see everything, pretty girl." Turning slowly, you felt Natasha's lustful and predatory gaze on you, so you truly gave her a show. When you'd turned 180 degrees, you bent over, giving Natasha a better view of your supple thighs and nearly exposing your underwear as your skirt rode up your legs. Natasha could feel her cock hardening in her jeans as she got to see more of your exposed skin, wondering what it would feel like as she plunged herself into your willing depths. Standing back up, you made your way over to your desk, grabbing what you wanted for Natasha's detention task, but she clearly had other ideas, standing abruptly from her seat, causing the chair legs to scrape noisily against the floor. She pushed herself against you and trapped you against your desk, a squeal coming from your throat at the impact of her body on your back and your front against the desk.
"I don't like being teased, or humiliated, so now you're going to pay for both of those things. I'm gonna fuck you and show that I'm not one to be messed around with." She grabbed the bottom of your skirt and inched it up towards your panties, desperate to get a view of the garment standing in her way of claiming you. "God, what an ass. What a beautiful sight, Miss Y/L/N. You bent over this desk, unable to do anything as I fuck you however, I want." She slapped your ass and you let out a moan that rivalled those of an adult entertainer, "do it again!" So, she did, over and over again until she was satisfied, and your cheeks were as red as her hair. "I can see your juices dripping down your thighs. You're a little pain slut aren't you, that just turns me on even more." She leant all her weight on your back as she husked into your ear, "I'm going to fuck you so good baby." With that she pulled her jeans and boxers down, before pulling your soaked underwear down too and thrust inside you in one fell swoop.
"Jesus, I slipped in so easily, were you that wet or are you just a little slut that lets everyone fuck this little pussy?" "Jesus Nat, only wet for you!" Her thrusts got harder and harder as your words and moans spurred her on. "How does it feel Miss, having one of your students fuck you into a whiny little mess? Huh?" "Feels so good, please don't stop!" She growled menacingly as she used all of her strength in an effort to fuck you dumb. Both of your breathing was laboured, hers because of the exertion of fucking into you, and yours because you were still pushed up against the desk.
"I'm gonna cum, right in this sloppy little pussy and you're gonna take it like the obedient slut you are." She sped up and groaned in pleasure as she got closer to cumming. "Take it, take all cum! Fuck!" Natasha came a moment later, triggering your orgasm as she painted your walls white, releasing spurt after spurt of her cum inside your cunt. Eventually, she pulled out and watched as her cum slowly dripped out of you, "god you look so much hotter like that, flat against the desk with my cum pouring out of your hole." Carefully, she scooped up the cum and fingered it back into you, making you moan as she tried to stop any more from escaping. The previously discarded panties were pulled back up, trapping the cum inside you and forcing you to wear cum-stained panties until you got home, which Natasha took great pleasure in. "I'll see you tomorrow Miss." Fully dressed once again, she departed with a sly smirk and a cheeky grin.
This little game carried on for the rest of the week during detention, you teasing her with your outfits and her seducing you with that cheeky smirk and occasional whispers of Russian words right in your ear. The night always ending the same way; her filling your holes with her cum, always sure to end the evening with her finishing in your pussy.
A month passed by just about the same, but after that initial week of fucking around, Natasha herself addicted to fucking you, always desperate to plunge her dick into your hole. Although Natasha was a player and would basically stick her dick in anything, she loved the power she felt when she fucked and filled you. So, when she was caught pounding into another student by the headmaster, you told him you'd deal with it which Natasha was grateful for because it meant she had your undivided attention for the next hour and a half.
3pm came by and as soon as Natasha stepped through the door, you were there, locking it and her in place. "My, my, Miss, are you always so eager to see me? Or is it just my cock that you're desperate for?" She spoke as she went to sit behind your desk, leaving you to sit atop it in your dress pants and blouse. "Contrary to your beliefs Natasha, the world does not revolve around you. Although I do rather enjoy our...appointments." Smirking cheekily at her, she returned it when she saw what you were wearing. "Not wearing a skirt for me today sweetheart? That's okay, how about you put on a show for me?" Shaking your head, your face turned slightly serious before cracking into a slight smile at thoughts of events occurring over the past week. "What's got you smiling beautiful?" "Just thinking about something exciting. I'm pregnant. Although, with the amount of cum you've pumped into me over the past couple of weeks, that shouldn't come as a surprise.
Natasha sat there in shock, before hurriedly trying to leave. "Where are you going Natty?" Shock still evident on her face, she stammered an answer before grabbing her stuff. "I-I-I've gotta go, I promised to meet someone. I can't do this, I'm not ready to be a parent. It's probably not even mine!" A pout adorned your lips, "well that hurt my feelings sweetie, but it is yours, you're the only one I've been with in the past few months. Everything will be okay, I know it's a bit unconventional, a 19-year-old student and a 25-year-old teacher having a baby together, but we'll learn together along the way." "NO! I'm not gonna be with you and raise a baby together, this was all just a bit of fun for me." An evil grin took over your features, "I don't think you realise, but you don't have a choice here Natasha. If you leave, I'll send all the images I have of you smoking weed and taking various other drugs to your college, ruining any chance of your scholarship."
Her breath caught in her throat, she felt like an animal trapped in a cage, and you were her captor, watching on in glee as she suffered silently. "Now, you're gonna sit there like a good girl while I ride you and milk all of that precious cum out of you. If you try and resist, I'll make you regret it and I'll do more than send pictures of your various exploits to your chosen college. I'll make your life a living nightmare baby. Do you understand?" She whispered a faint 'yes' and you took that as your cue to start unbuckling her jeans and removing her cock from her boxers, immediately straddling her and inserting her thick, veiny cock into your dripping hole. Gripping her jaw with the hand that wasn't holding onto one of her shoulders, you forced her lips towards yours, messily making out with the redhead, who whimpered at the feeling of your warmth around her penis. "Oh, I'm gonna have so much fun with you sweetheart, you're all mine now Natasha. Don't you forget it."