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To Be a Family... Part 3

PlusSize!FemReader
Smut—Face Riding (N), Fingering(R), Marking(N/R), Doubled Strap, Teasing (!!) Overstimulation(R), Orgasm Denial(R), Hair Pulling, Blindfold, Silk Bonds, Roughish, Daddy (N), Good Girl(R).
Top!Nat, reader briefly tries 😂 ‼️

Warnings— "Fat" / "Tubby" used offensively, Schoolyard bullying / violence, homophobia.

Mostly though, it's some whore shit(Nat is a whore for reader, reader is a tease first, whore second) and fluff.

Eliza-6m, Sam-4, Avery-5 (adopted 11/2021)
Respectively 1(Mar), 5(May), 6(Sep) by end of the story.
Mama-Y/N, Mommy-Nat
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The house was suspiciously quiet, and the mattress was shockingly barren of the usual intruders as Natasha's eyes surveyed the bed. "Moya lyubov, wake up...," she lightly shakes your shoulders, and with clear struggle you peak one eye open,"Natty, is everything okay?," she strokes your cheek lovingly as your words soften her resolve, but then her need returns.

Her hips not so subtly buck into your bare thigh, eyes of emerald green visibly darkening, and you now see her intentions, "You absolute horn dog, I was sleeping peacefully, get away!," a raspy chuckle fans across your skin as she shifts to be hovering above you, lips press to your shoulder before sliding across your chest; sucking your flesh between her lips, her teeth lightly nibbling at your plush skin, whimpers of need betraying your previous sentiments.

"I've missed this..." you hum your agreement, fingers tangled into her short red locks to keep her lips on you, but just as you were melting into the mattress the sounds of encroaching footsteps stops you from enjoying the bliss that is your wife's lips., "Natty..." The redheads fingers dig into your hips, "No" her growls ignored as you throw her off just in time for the door to swing right open.

"Mama!" Avery shrieks, "Mommy!" Sam follows, both kids jumping into a set of corresponding arms, nuzzling into your warm embraces, and your heart bursts at the seams. Natasha however feigns annoyance, mouthing 'I'm calling the adoption agency' to you over your sons shoulder, and you just roll your eyes then greet your tiny ones. "Good morning angels, did you sleep well?," Your question seemingly enough to open up pandora's box as the energetic duo tell you tales of their dreams, the both of you listening with rapt attention.

"Alrighty now, how about you two run along to get dressed, then clean your rooms while I go make breakfast for the sleeping birthday girl." Natasha smiles at the switch to 'focused' mom, "What about mommy?," You smirk at their call out, "Easy, she'll get dressed too, then go get the little one ready for the busy day ahead." They run along, content with your answer, but the redhead huffs, realizing her dreams of continuing your previous actions were fruitless.

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Breakfast was plated up the exact moment everyone had began to file into the dining room, Natasha settled Eliza into her chair then made her way over to 'help you.' Strong arms wrapped around you from behind, hugging you tightly, placing a kiss to your cheek to 'distract' you from seeing the bacon she thieves, and you let it slide because it was her own plate anyway.

The kids were scarfing down the pancakes, "Slow down angels, your food isn't going anywhere.," you playfully reprimanded them, keeping your eyes on the infant shoveling the scrambled eggs into her mouth and smiling at her when she'd clap some between her hands, "But mommy's doing it too.," Sam snitches over his mouthful, and you gaze over to see your guilty wife who just shrugs her shoulders, then her fork expertly steals a pancake from your stack, and you suddenly realize this is why your mother always ate while she cooked.

Within a half hours time you'd managed to load everyone into the Subaru Outback, but you couldn't help but notice your wife's gaze shifting towards the stingray corvette, drowning in longing, and it's in the moments like these that you wonder if you might've rushed her into all this before she was ready.