Could I request Osamu reacting to reader letting him know that she is pregnant by using a jar of Prego sauce? Like, she asks him to get the jar from the cabinet when they are cooking together one night and she wrote 'I'm' above the label. Love your work! 💗
request - meal for three
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husband!Osamu x pregnantwifey!Reader
a/n: hi anon :) yes, of course! thank you for your request, I'm loving it UWU and thank you for supporting our blog too 🥰
includes: fluff, slightly suggestive (I'm sorry, it's Osamu, I CAN'T HELP IT)
"Samu..." You grinned whilst slinging your arms around your hunk of a husband. Back hugs were the best.
You softly inhaled Osamu's lingering fragrance of bergamot and mint, and tightened your arms as much as your shorter frame allowed.
The scent of freshly chopped parsley and sting of garlic permeated the air of your kitchen.
Just a typical day of cooking.
Hmm, not for long.
"Yes, Mrs Miya?" Osamu responded with that endearing smile of his. His eyes were scintillating, shining brightly as he switched the stove off, before tugging you to the exceedingly wide and warm expanse of his chest. He cradled your cheek softly with his otherwise rough fingers and pulled you even closer to him before leaning his forehead down onto yours.
He gazed into your eyes. You could feel your pupils dilating, and an uncontrollable tinge of red assaulted your cheeks as you blinked incessantly. Your husband merely chuckled, before he peppered kisses all over your face.
You were getting out of breath, your panting getting more laboured by the second.
His lips had graced every inch of your face, all except for your lips. They were so close to yours, merely touching yours but not kissing per se.
You must have made a sound of distress, for he merely chuckled. That sound reverberated down your spine and you shivered with delight.
Then, he pulled away.
Hmph, tease.
"Why don't we finish our dinner first before I ravish someone else?" He said. Osamu's eyes were glinting with mischief, his mouth twitching into a slight smirk.
You cleared your throat as you willed your heart to quit beating so much. This man was lethal to your health.
"Well, I have a surprise for you, too."
Leaning against your kitchen island, you continued, "Samu, could you get the pasta sauce from the cabinet, please?"
Osamu turned to face you, his eyebrows raised in a what-are-you-up-to manner. But as usual, he listened to your instructions.
As he took the glass jar of Prego sauce from the sauce cabinet, he began to frown. He padded over to where you were seated atop your shared kitchen island. You could only stop to admire his beautiful physique.
Your husband then trapped you between his strong legs. You were pretty much at his mercy. He leaned in, inch by inch, until his eyes were level with yours. His eyes were just as stunning as before, with a teasing glint evident in them.
"Is this true?" He whispered as he gestured at the written 'I'M' and the Prego label next.
You raised your palms only to gently pat your now developing womb. With a giddy grin on your face, you nodded and mouthed a yes.
Osamu's eyes softened and shone with unshed tears. His frame engulfed yours as he hugged you tightly.
"I love you so much. And I'll love our child unconditionally too."
"Yes, I know you will. And I love you too. But Baby wants food now though, so you should finish cooking our meal. I'll be eating for two now!" You smiled.
Osamu remained at his position. His intense gaze said it all.
"Yeah," he murmured.
"I will. Just after this," your bodies then pressed together with your back against the kitchen island, your breathing heavy as his lips firmly caressed your own.
After what felt like hours, you both came up for air.
"I'll finish our meal for three now." Osamu sauntered back to the stove, seemingly unaffected by what had just occurred between the both of you. Only the faint twitch of his lips left you privy to his innermost thoughts.
'I will never get enough of this man' was your final thought before getting ready to devour your dinner.
because I'm a sucker for domestic bliss with babies, just imagine Meian as your hubby and him coming back home and just as he passes through the entrance of your home,
he sees you cradling your five-month-old baby in your arms while both of you are on the couch all warm and snuggly with fluffy throw pillows and omgosh your baby is wearing a cute turquoise onesie with the words 'MY DAD IS THE BEST' and his pudgy 'lil cheeks being all squishy and with a pinkish glow UWUWUWUWU
Meian would be the best father ever because he'd be so gentle and caring and so so loving :D he would be this gentle giant kind of dad! he might seem imposing from afar due to his build but his personality WFCGWEBYDW we all need a Meian Shūgo
I mean, he is nearly two metres tall and his body is a work of art (yes, I simp for hot, muscular guys)
at the end of the day, he just wants to come home to you and your baby and he'd give you a million kisses and so many backhugs and entertain your baby while you rest despite his own fatigue from after training UWU
overall, Meian Shūgo is a 1000000/10 kind of guy that everyone needs in their life honestly ;)
