Michael B. Jordan x Black! Reader (Pt.2)
Synopsis: 10 Months after meeting the woman his mother introduced him to, Michael ended up getting attached faster than he expected. He never expected his days to shine a little differently.
A.N: Hi! Here is part 2! Enjoy. (Part 1)
From the forced introduction in the Photo Booth to late night calls on the phone during press tours. Michael made well on his promise to his mama to at least court Y/n.
Michael was nervous at the beginning. Not because things were awkward or bad. Quite the opposite actually.
The man was catching feelings. Fast. Everyone noticed it— his crew, colleagues, and especially his family.
It was little things. How his smiled lingered on his face whenever he got off the phone with you. The extra attention and time he spent when planning his schedule for the months.
He was a busy man. Always on the go, but he learned from last relationships that making time is necessary. Even if it’s a few text messages, or short Face Time call.
It was even better when you told him you understood his work life. That he can’t be there all the time. That messages would stay on delivered. He’s an Award winning actor, so it’s obvious he’s in demand for films and television shows.
That’s why Sundays were a special day. Both of you are free and can wind down together.
“Baby, what do you want for breakfast?!” You shout from the kitchen. Your voice carrying across the rented mid-luxury townhome. The place you call home since moving to LA.
“Cook whatever! You know I’ll eat anything you make,” Michael replies back. That deep, raspy morning voice echoed from the back bathroom.
Opening up the fridge, you look inside searching what to throw together. After being with him for a few months, you come to realize how much that man can eat. It’s the fifth time this month you’ve went grocery shopping and had groceries delivered just to keep the fridge stocked.
You even went out to purchase a deep freezer, just to keep extra food in. Pantry stays full too.
Light footsteps sound in the hallway. Michael makes his way into the kitchen, humming a random tune as he slides into a stool at the kitchen island.
“So, what’s on the menu today chef?” He teases. Those dark eyes tracing over every inch of your frame in the multi-colored muumuu. Not in a creepy, perverted way.
The man always looked at you in adoration. Admiring the beautiful woman he calls his. He especially loved when you dressed comfortably. Whether it’s one of his shirts, a nightgown or even basketball shorts with a tank top. He always thought you were fine. Bonnet and all.
“I was thinking high protein french toast with fried eggs, bacon and croissants with jam. What do you think?” You ask while still looking in the refrigerator.
It’s silent for a few seconds. Scrunching your face, you turn around. “Babe, did you hear me- mm!”
Michael silences you with a quick kiss. It catches you off guard. He tilts his head down a bit, studying your reaction again before pressing another kiss to your lips.
This one slow, reverent, and attentive. Pulling back a few centimeters, he lets out a small breath. “Wewe ni mrembo..” he exclaims while wrapping his toned arms around your waist.
You practically melt into his arms when he speaks Swahili to you. A shy grin appears on your face as a giggle slips out.
“Asante, mpenzi wangu.” You reply back, eyes tracing over his features.
“Someone’s been practicing, huh?” He asks with that famous grin. His dimples showing a bit.
“Well, I do have a great teacher.”
“Damn right. Sounds good coming out your mouth, too.” He presses his face into your neck, kissing softly.
“Mm, baby..don’t be starting that..” your voice goes up an octave slightly.
“Aight, fine. I know you still tired from the past two days,” Michael pulls back with a mocking laugh. “You usually able to keep with me, baby. Whats got you feeling like this?”
“Maybe because my man can’t keep his hands off of me.”
“I will never, ever, keep my hands off you. You will always be mine.”
“Always? How you know that for sure?” You tease with a slight raised eyebrow.
“Don’t play with me. You ain’t going nowhere. For several reasons,” he counters while moving around the kitchen.
“Please enlighten me on these reasons since you seem so sure.” You had over to the cabinet near the sink, bending down to grab the large mixing bowl.
“For one, my mama loves you. So that’s locked in. Since day one.” His says proudly as he stands a couple of feet behind you. “Two, you practically live with me and I’m always here with you. Third, I really don’t feel like returning this.”
You scrunch your face in confusion. “Returning what baby?” You ask as you stand back up holding the glass bowl. Turning around, you find Michael down on one knee.
A red velvet box in hand.
The top of it open. Revealing the clean, shiny gold resting inside. The rainbow reflection of the radiant cut diamond resting inside.
It stared back at you in all of its expensive glory. You study it and look back to him and then the ring. The back again at him.
“5. It’s 5 carats. An ideal diamond. VVS1, Color D, radiant cut. Has that vintage and nature look you love.”
“Michael..” your voice lowers a little. Your hands holding the glass bowl firmer.
“Baby, I love you. Everything about you. Since the day I saw you at the Golden Globes, I knew there was something about you that I couldn’t understand. Then you came to my moms house. And I just knew God was telling me something,” he takes a shaky breath. You can tell he’s nervous by the way he’s looking at you.
“These months with you, have changed me in ways I never thought possible. You are mine. Not just in the physical sense, but I feel that spiritual connection with you. One that I’ve never got with anybody. So, I’m asking you, right here, right now..”
Your breath stills. The atmosphere becoming raw and intimate.
Excitement crawls up your spine, but you can’t resist to tease him.
“You asking me to be the Chi Chi to your Goku, Michael?” The anime reference slipping out your mouth. He snorts out a laugh.
“Girl, yes. I’m asking for that. Please be my Chi Chi. Goku couldn’t survive without her and I can’t survive without you.”
“Yes. I’ll marry you baby. A hundred times yes.” You laugh as you bend over and place both hands on his face, kissing him.
He slides the back of his hand to the nape of your neck, his fingers gripping the back of your hair gently as he deepens it. The overwhelming emotion flowing out of you both.
“If you don’t like the ring, we can get it changed-“
“No. I love it. You did amazing. Don’t change a thing.”
“Yeah? Cmere so I can put it on.” He takes your hand and slide it over your ring finger.
“Who all knows about this?”
“My parents. Yours. They were all over the moon about it. Especially our mamas. They both mentioned grand babies.” He laughs at the memory. You roll your eyes playfully.
He reaches into his right pocket and pulls out his phone. He opens Instagram and swipes over to the camera.
“Uhn Uhn baby, I look ugly right now-“
“You look like mine. Don’t disrespect what’s mine.”
That took you by surprise and you look at him. He smiles at the camera as he records. “She said yes! And yes, we’re together for everyone who didn’t know..”
“Everyone didn’t know, baby.” You chuckle gently. Raising up your left hand, the ring flashes the screen. He kisses your neck while cheesing hard.
He ends the recording and rewatches it. Without hesitation, he posts it.
“I gotta prep myself for these DMs from your fans and random strangers now.”
“As long as no niggas get bold.”
“Oh my goodness, Michael-“
“Nah, nah. You know who I’m talking about.”
“For the last time, Daniel is not into me.”
“Please. I’m not blind. Nigga was standing too close to you when we were at that pool party. Even touched your face.”
“He was removing a spider web.”
“Nigga think he spider-man..tryna remove spider webs and shit-“
