SPIDER-MAN RANDOM ONE SHOTS CHAPTERS - Husband Miguel O'Hara (2024)

SPIDER-MAN RANDOM ONE SHOTS CHAPTERS - Husband Miguel O'Hara (1)

Warnings-smut, baby fever! Baby talk- dirty talk- might disturb some people, but there's a lot of baby kink in this one-shot. So please be advised upon reading! Short chapter!

Summary- The baby fever is real with your sexy asf husband.

"Who got you smiling like that? Me, I hope." Your husband comes up behind you, pressing his cheek against yours.

A small giggle escaped your lips, and you sank back against him. "I went to see Jess and her baby, oh my god, Miggy, the baby is so cute! She has beautiful eyes, and her hair is so soft. Oh, and her tiny hands and her little noises she was making they were melting my heart." You gushed.

You turn around to see Miguel smiling widely. "What?" You smile timidly.

"Nothing, it's just cute, seeing you talk about the baby nonstop." He chuckled.

"Yeah, well, I can go on and on."

You and Miguel have been married for four years but because of his responsibilities as Spider-Man 2099, you guys haven't had a chance to talk about kids.

"I think they call that baby fever, amor."

You blush.

Did you have a baby fever?

An image of you holding a copy and paste of your husband clouds your vision.

"Perhaps you are right... but it's not the right time? Right?" You ask nervously.

You wouldn't be opposed to having kids now. It's been four years. And, you wouldn't be as lonely much while Miguel is off saving the world.

He gets close to you, his hands on your hips. "Is there a right time?" Although he whispered, you recognize the sultry tone. The same tone he falters when things are about to become spicy.

"I suppose not, but are you okay with it? Do you want kids?"

"I want whatever my wife wants. And if you want a baby Miguel... then I'll give you a baby Miguel." You were swiftly lifted into his arms.

You gulped with anticipation. You see the dark desire storming in his eyes. You can hear the lust dripping in his voice.

And you certainly can feel-

"Acuastete mi amor." Lay down, he rasps. He places you on the bed and you scoot back till your head hits the pillows.

Oh, how you love it when he speaks Spanish in bed. It drives you crazy. When he talks you through it, murmuring. "As es, amor." "Just like that, love."

"Abrázame fuerte y no me sueltes." "Hug me tight and don't let go."

"Te Quiero tener abajo de mi, para siempre." "I want you under me, forever."

Climbing on top of you, he tells Lyla to turn his suit off. You clench your tighs together seeing your naked husband who can be easily mistaken for a god with a figure-like body. Of course, you've been with him imitately plenty of times but he will always send chills down your spine.

He showers with your affection and kisses as he undresses you.

"Tell me." He mutters.

"I want your baby." You say and he groans. "Say it again."

"I want your baby, husband. Please." You say a little louder.

"Si amor? You want your husband to fill you up with a baby boy?" He's loving every second of this, isn't he?

You gasp a moan as he sucks on your neck.

"Y-Yes."

"Okay, baby."

Spreading your legs apart, he enters lightly and waits momentarily for you to become comfortable.

You give him a nod and he thrusts.

"God, mi amor feels so good. She's so needy, isn't she? She just needs my baby in her, doesn't she?"

"Yes- I-I do."

"Okay, amor. vas a tener a mi hijo."

"You're going to carry baby Miguel for nine months. That's what you want, right, baby?"

His thrusts jerk harder the more the baby talks. Yet, it fires a passion inside you.

"Yes, Miguel- Your back arches, and he slams deeper inside.

"How bad you want him? How bad do you want your baby? Amor?"

"Bad! I want him. I want my baby." The words choke out from a strained voice.

"You're going to get him, I promise." His steady pace hardens. He's determined to give you a baby. Come hell or high water.

"F-f*ck baby, that's right, clench around me. You're so close, baby. You're so close to getting what you want." He grunts and dips his head to kiss your neckline.

"C'mon, Y/N, I'm close. I'm going to fill you with my son, but I need you to cum first. You can do it. I know you can. You want him as much as I do."

"You're going to have a part of me growing inside you. You won't be alone when I have to go away because he'll be beside you."

"He's going to have your eyes-

"No, I want him to look like you." You cry out, your eyes flickering to the back of your head. "If that's what you want."

"You want him to have my eyes? Same hair color?"

"Yes."

"God, Y/N, you're going to look so beautiful and swollen."

"I can't wait to meet Baby Miguel." The knot in your stomach snaps and like a broken mirror, it shatters into a million pieces.

You let out a guttural moan, feeling your org*sm as Miguel spills inside you. Yet, he doesn't pull out immediately. He waits momentarily.

"Don't get up." He breathes out, pushing the leaking sem*n back inside your sex.

"I'm going to make you some food then we'll do it again." He caresses your cheek. And with a lazy smile, he kisses your forehead.

"We're going to f*ck as long as it takes for you to hold baby Miguel in your arms." He whispers.

"Okay." You whisper back.

You lay back, feeling sleepy, but you stay awake and prepare for a very long night.

NINE MONTHS LATER,

Your heart is content. He's everything you imagined and more. He's beautiful.

Your smile might as well be permanent because as long as you have baby Miguel in your arms. It will not go away.

You turn to see your husband caressing his soft hair. You gave birth four hours ago, and he's fast asleep. Oblivious to the world.

"Thank you." You say.

"I'd do anything for you, amor."

A small sneezing noise grasps your attention, and you look back to baby Miguel. You snuggle noses with him.

"Bless you, my little sunshine."

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