WARNINGS: 18+ only, SMUT, oral sex, dirty talk, etc.
PAIRINGS: Micheal B. Jordan x Black OC
SYNOPSIS: On the night Michael wins Best Actor at the Oscars for Sinners, the celebration doesn’t end on the red carpet or at the glamorous after-parties. When he finally makes it home to his wife Y/N, what starts as a simple night of pride turns into something far more intimate.
This is a long one, enjoy 😉
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The sleek black Escalade glided through the LA streets toward the Dolby Theatre, the city lights streaking past like golden ribbons. Michael sat in the back row, thigh pressed against Y/N’s, his custom black military styled tux impeccable except for one telltale sign. His right knee bouncing like it had its own nervous rhythm.
In the middle row his mom was quietly humming an old tune smoothing the edge of her elegant crimson skirt. His dad sat beside her, one hand resting on her knee and the other tapping the armrest in time with Michael’s bounce. Up front, his sister and brother were scrolling through the live red-carpet feed on their phones whispering predictions and cracking jokes to keep the energy light.
Y/N felt the vibration of Michael’s leg against hers. She glanced sideways. His jaw was set and his eyes were fixed on the window, but she could see the faint pulse jumping in his temple.
She reached over without a word, sliding her hand over his, fingers threading through his until their wedding bands clicked softly together. The bouncing stopped almost instantly.
He exhaled through his nose.
“You okay?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah,” he answered too quickly flashing a smile. “I’m good, baby.”
Y/N tilted her head studying him the way only she could.
“Michael,” she said again, softer this time, squeezing his hand. “Talk to me.”
He looked down at their joined fingers thumb brushing over her knuckles once, twice.
“I’m… a little nervous,” he admitted finally almost embarrassed. “This ain’t just another award show. This feels… different. Like everything we’ve been building toward is right there.” He gave a small laugh. “And what if I trip on the stairs or forget half my speech?”
Y/N’s heart jumped. She lifted his hand to her lips pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles.
“You won’t trip,” she said firmly. “And if you forget a word, the whole world already knows what’s in your heart. You’ve got this, babe. And even if the envelope says someone else’s name tonight…” She leaned in closer, forehead brushing his. “You’re still coming home with me. Still my Oscar-winning man in every way that matters.”
Michael’s eyes softened, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little . He turned his head studying her face like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.
Then he closed the small distance between them and kissed her. His free hand came up to cup her cheek, thumb tracing the line of her jaw as he pulled back.
“Love you,” he whispered against her lips.
“Love you more,” she whispered back.
The light turned green. The Escalade rolled forward again carrying them closer to the Dolby’s red carpet. The flashing lights were already visible in the distance. Michael’s knee stayed still now with his hand still locked in hers.
The Escalade eased to a smooth stop at the edge of the Dolby Theatre’s red carpet. Thousands of voices layered over the constant pop of flashlights and music pulsing from hidden speakers. A handler in a crisp black suit opened the door.
Michael’s parents stepped out first. His mom emerged waving modestly to the crowd as Micheal’s dad followed close behind, hand protective on her lower back. Jamila and Khalid came next.
The door stayed open. Michael took a slow breath, squeezed Y/N’s hand one last time, then slid out of the car. He turned immediately offering both hands to help her. She stepped down carefully in her heels. As soon as her feet hit the carpet he pulled her close before lacing their fingers again and stepping forward together.
The second they crossed onto the carpet the volume doubled. “Michael! Michael B. Jordan!” “Over here, Mike!” “You got this tonight!” Screams rolled in waves and cameras flashing so fast it looked like lightning. He kept his smile visible, but Y/N felt the slight tighten of his grip on her hand.
His assistant appeared at their side almost instantly. “You’re up first solo shots, then family, then couple,” she said.
Michael nodded before glancing at Y/N. “You good, baby?”
She squeezed his hand back. “I’m perfect. Don’t worry about me, this is your night. Go shine.”
He searched her eyes for a second before he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her temple before letting go. The photographers went wild at the small gesture.
He stepped into the solo line first posing with that effortless charisma, the tailored suit hugging every line of him. The crowd chanted his name louder. Then he waved his family over all of them beaming as shutters clicked in a frenzy.
Finally Michael reached back for Y/N. She stepped into frame beside him, his arm sliding around her waist pulling her against his side. They posed with him looking down at her with that smile only she ever got to see, her gazing up like he was the only person in the world. The flashes felt endless.
While Michael did one last round of solo shots, Y/N hung back near the velvet rope. His assitant appeared at her elbow.
“ET wants a quick word with you,” She said already steering Y/N gently toward a small interview setup just off the main carpet. “They’re asking for the wife’s perspective. You got this?”
Y/N’s stomach flipped, but she nodded. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”
The ET correspondent was warm, mic already live. “Y/N Jordan, hi! Michael’s big night, how proud are you right now?”
Y/N smiled. “Beyond proud. He’s poured everything into Sinners and all of his work. Seeing him here, nominated for Best Actor… it’s surreal. He deserves every bit of this.”
“And how are you feeling about the possibility of him winning tonight?” the interviewer pressed, camera tight on her face.
“Honestly? I’m just happy he’s getting recognized for the artist he is. Win or not, he’s already won in my book. But yeah, I’m rooting hard for that gold statue to come home with us.”
The questions were quick and kind. Before Y/N could overthink it his assistant swooped back in. “Sorry, we’ve gotta move, we’re already running behind.”
Y/N thanked the interviewer and let his assistant guide her back through the crowd. She found Michael again near the theater entrance still posing but looking a little more tense now that the initial rush had settled. His smile was still there, but she knew him too well.
She slipped up beside him, sliding her hand into his again. He turned immediately, relief flickering across his face.
“Babe, you ok?” she asked softly.
He exhaled, thumb brushing her wrist. “Yeah. Just… it’s real now.”
Y/N leaned in, her body angled for the cameras while her lips brushed his ear.
“Win or lose, you’re getting some tonight. You smell and look good as fuck in that tux. Been wet all night just watching you.”
Michael’s grip flexed hard on her hand before he eased it back for the flashes around them. His eyes darkened instantly.
He dipped his head, lips grazing her temple on the way to her ear.
“Keep talking like that, baby, and I’m dragging you to the nearest bathroom right now. Fuck the ceremony.”
She let the tiniest smirk ghost across her lips all innocence for the photographers still snapping away.
The roar of the red carpet began to fade as they approached the grand entrance of the Dolby Theatre. Security parted the velvet ropes and his assistant fell behind them tablet glowing in her hand.
She leaned in close to Michael and Y/N. “Quick heads-up, seating’s tight tonight. Unfortunately, only one plus-one can sit with you in the nominee section. The rest of the family will be in the section right behind.”
Michael’s brow furrowed for a split second, but before he could respond Y/N spoke up immediately.
“Mrs. Donna should sit with him,” she said turning to his mom with a soft smile. “This is your baby’s moment. You deserve to be right there beside him.”
Donna Jordan shook her head gently. She reached out and took Y/N’s hands in both of hers.
“No, sweetheart,” she said. “This is y’all’s night. You’ve been holding him down through everything. You sit with my boy. I’ve been to plenty of these award shows over the years, I know how they go. And I’m sure this won’t be Michael’s last one. Not by a long shot.”
Y/N’s throat tightened, but she managed a small laugh. “You sure?”
“I’m positive.” Donna pulled her into a tight hug, one hand smoothing down Y/N’s back like she was comforting her own daughter. “You’re family. Go be with your husband.”
Y/N hugged her back just as fiercely breathing in the faint scent of Donna’s sweet perfume.
Michael watched the whole exchange standing just a step away. His two favorite women in the world wrapped up in each other loving on one another without a hint of competition, just pure support. It hit him square in the chest melting away another layer of the night’s nerves. His eyes glistened before he blinked it back, jaw working as he swallowed hard.
Donna patted Micheal’s cheek. “Go on now. We’ll be right behind you cheering the loudest.”
Y/N slipped her hand back into Michael’s lacing their fingers tight. He gave her hand a squeeze then nodded toward the open doors.
The golden glow of the Dolby Theatre auditorium wrapped around them as Michael and Y/N stepped inside, ushers guiding them down the wide aisle toward the front row. There was soft orchestral music drifting and celebrities murmuring greetings. Heads turned as they passed. A few quiet claps and “Congrats, Mike” whispers followed.
They reached their row near the front. Michael’s family had already settled in the seats in the section behind. Donna was waving with a proud smile, Micheal’s dad gave them a thumbs-up, and Jamila and Khalid were snapping discreet photos for the family group chat.
Zinzi Coogler spotted them first. She stood up from her seat a few rows over and hurried over with Ryan right behind her. Ryan’s tux was sharp, his energy calm but buzzing with the same mix of pride and nerves Michael carried.
“Man,” Ryan said, pulling Michael into a firm dap-hug. “You made it. We made it.”
Michael grinned clapping Ryan on the back. “Couldn’t have done it without you, bro.”
Zinzi hugged Y/N tight then stepped back to look at her. “Girl, you are glowing tonight. That dress? Fire.”
Y/N laughed softly. “Coming from you? Thank you. You look incredible.”
Ryan leaned in. “Y’all ready for this? They’re saying it’s neck-and-neck, but I got a good feeling.”
Michael exhaled glancing at Y/N. “We’re ready. Or as ready as we’re gonna get.”
The conversation drew a small cluster of familiar faces from nearby seats. Miles Caton approached first.
“Mike! Y/N!” He dapped Michael up then gave Y/N a respectful side hug. “This is wild, right?
Michael studied him for a second, then leaned in a little. “Yeah, it is. You good though? They got you performing tonight. You ready for that stage?”
Miles rubbed the back of his neck. “Nervous as hell, honestly. Ryan’s been texting me all week like ‘you got it,’ but… damn, that’s a lot of eyes.”
“You got the voice and the soul for it,” Michael said clapping him on the shoulder. “Just breathe. You’ll kill it.”
Miles nodded, exhaling. “Appreciate that, man. Means a lot.”
Delroy Lindo drifted over next. He shook Michael’s hand with both of his. “Proud of you, man. Whatever happens up there, you carried this film.” Then to Y/N with a nod, “And you, keeping him grounded like always. Good to see you both.”
Y/N smiled. “Thank you, Delroy. Means everything.”
Wunmi Mosaku and her husband joined last. Wunmi moved carefully, her emerald gown beautifully tailored around her very pregnant belly with her husband’s hand at her lower back. She hugged Michael first, then Y/N lingering a second longer.
“You two are glowing,” Wunmi said softly. “Michael, we’re rooting hard for you tonight.”
Her husband gave Michael a solid handshake. “Big respect, bro. You earned this.”
Y/N’s gaze dropped to Wunmi’s bump. She reached out gently, palm resting lightly on the curve for a moment. “How you holding up, mama? You look absolutely radiant.”
Wunmi laughed quietly covering Y/N’s hand with hers. “Kicking like crazy, feels like this one wants to watch the show too. But I’m good. Just happy to be here.”
Y/N gave a soft squeeze before pulling back. “You’re gonna be the most amazing mom. Again.”
The small circle broke up naturally as ushers began motioning people toward seats, the house lights flickering once in polite warning that the pre-show countdown was about to start.
Y/N slid into the seat beside Michael, their thighs brushing as they settled in. She smoothed her gown over her lap with a slow exhale.
Michael caught the gesture. His eyes flicked down, then up to her face.
“You ok?” he asked under his breath.
She turned to him a small smile tugging her lips. “Better than ok.”
He laced their fingers together on the armrest between them, thumb brushing slow circles over her knuckles. The orchestra swelled into the opening fanfare. The lights dimmed further. The show was about to begin.
The show unfolded around them in waves of applause, laughter from the host’s jokes, and the occasional swell of music. But her focus narrowed to a pinpoint.
The ticking clock toward the Best Actor category.
Her stomach bubbled with anticipation, a low constant churn that made it hard to sit still. Every time the envelope was opened for another award she felt the tension coil tighter in her chest. She was already nervous for Michael but watching the results roll in only amplified it.
When Wunmi’s category came up, Y/N squeezed Michael’s hand without thinking. The presenter read the winner’s name, and it wasn’t Wunmi. Y/N’s jaw tightened. A flicker of anger sparked low in her gut, not at the winner, but at the machine of it all. If they could overlook Wunmi after the unforgettable work she had done, what chance did Michael really have?
Then Delroy’s category flashed on the massive screen. Same story. Another name called, another round of polite applause while Delroy sat tall, expression unreadable. Y/N exhaled sharply through her nose, a quiet frustrated sound only Michael would catch. He gave her fingers a small squeeze, thumb brushing her skin in silent acknowledgment. She leaned her head against his shoulder for a second trying to breathe through the rising worry. If the Academy was playing these games with legends like Delroy and rising powerhouses like Wunmi, what would they do to her husband? The thought gnawed at her.
It wasn’t until the Original Score category that the knot in her stomach loosened just a fraction. Ludwig’s name was announced, and the theater erupted. Ludwig stood, beaming and hugging the cast before heading to the stage. Y/N let out a relieved breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Then, Ryan won best screenplay. His win felt like a small victory for the whole Sinners family.
Like proof that the film wasn’t being shut out entirely.
Michael’s shoulders eased beside her. He clapped hard and gave genuine grin for the first time in minutes.
Then the lights shifted, the stage transformed, and Miles Caton was introduced. The young actor stepped out under the spotlight, guitar in hand, voice steady despite the nerves Y/N knew he must be feeling. For those few minutes, the auditorium faded. She felt like she was in the theater watching the montage scene for the first time again.
She felt tears prick her eyes, not from nerves this time, but from the sheer beauty of it. Michael’s thumb kept tracing slow circles on her hand, but his gaze was locked on the stage too with pride and something deeper written across his face.
The performance ended on that final, lingering note, and the theater erupted again. The standing ovation rolled through the rows like a wave that refused to break.
Y/N exhaled shakily, clapping until her hands stung before finally let them drop to her lap. The nerves that had receded during Miles’ song came rushing back in the sudden quiet. Her stomach twisted again. Beside her, Michael let out a low breath and squeezed her hand once before loosening his grip.
During the break he leaned in close, voice pitched low so only she could hear over the murmur of the crowd and the distant chatter of other nominees.
“Still breathing over there?” he whispered, thumb brushing the inside of her wrist.
She managed a small laugh. “Ask me that again after Best Actor.”
He studied her face. “You’re shaking, baby.”
“Am not,” she lied, even as her free hand trembled slightly against her thigh.
Michael lifted their joined hands to his lips pressing a quick kiss to her knuckles. “Whatever happens up there… we walk out of here the same way we walked in. Together. You and me.”
Y/N swallowed, nodding. “I know. I just… I want this for you so bad.”
“I know you do.” He leaned his forehead against hers for a second breathing her in. “Love you for that. For everything.”
“Love you more,” she whispered back.
The red light on the camera rig blinked off which meant commercial break over. The host returned to the stage and the show rolled on.
A few minutes later, Best Cinematography flashed on the screen. The presenter read the nominees and the clips came rolling in. The winner was announced and Autumn name rang out clear as the theater cheered warmly. Autumn stood accepting hugs from her team before heading to the stage. Y/N clapped hard, genuine pride cutting through her anxiety. Another win for the film. Another crack of light.
Michael’s smile was small but real as he applauded. “That’s my girl,” he said under his breath.
Then the lights shifted again. The announcer stepped forward, envelope in hand.
“And now… the Academy Award for Best Actor in a Leading Role.”
Y/N’s heart slammed against her ribs so hard she thought the people around her could hear it. The massive screen above filled with the playback montage of Micheal acting as the Smokestack twins. Clips of the other nominees followed, but Y/N barely registered them. Her vision tunneled to Michael on screen then back to the real man beside her.
She was trying so hard to keep it together. Chin up, breathing steady, smile fixed like she had practiced in the mirror a hundred times. But inside she felt like she might be sick. Nausea rolled in waves as her legs were trembling under the gown. She squeezed Michael’s hand, a silent I’m here, I’m here.
The presenter smiled into the camera. “And the Oscar goes to…”
“…Michael B. Jordan, for Sinners.”
Y/N jumped up instantly, a raw sob tearing out of her as tears streamed down her face. Pure joy crashed through her. Her man had won. An Oscar. Right there.
Michael stood slowly, eyes wide like he couldn’t quite process it. Then he turned to her.
Y/N launched herself at him, arms wrapping around his neck as he caught her pulling her in hard. Their lips met in a deep kiss. The crowd around them cheered louder, but for those few seconds it was just them.
He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers. “We did it, baby.”
“You did it,” she choked out, laughing through the tears. “Go get it, babe.”
Michael nodded, kissed her once more then turned. Ryan was already on his feet, grinning wide as he pulled Michael into a tight hug. Delroy was next wrapping Michael in a firm hug and murmuring something low in his ear.
Michael stepped onto the stage amid thunderous applause, the gold Oscar clutched firmly in one hand as he made his way to the microphone. The Dolby Theatre was on its feet and cheers echoing off the walls. He stood there for a moment, eyes scanning the room. Then his gaze found Y/N, still standing near their seats with tears streaming freely down her face.
He exhaled a shaky laugh into the mic.
“God is good. God is good.”
The crowd quieted just enough for his voice to carry.
“Yo, Mama… thank you. For everything. For raising me right, for believing in me when nobody else did, for every prayer, every sacrifice. I love you more than you know. Pops—hey, Dad, where you at? You came all the way from Ghana to be here tonight. Thank you for showing me what strength and love look like. My sister Jamila, my brother Khalid… y’all been riding with me since day one. Through the highs, the lows, the long nights. I wouldn’t be standing here without my family holding me up. I love y’all.”
He paused, letting the words settle, then continued.
“I want to thank Warner Brothers. I want to thank Mike and Pam for believing in this dream, this vision of Ryan Coogler, and betting on a culture and betting on original ideas and original artistry. Ryan, you’re an amazing, amazing person. I’m so honored to call you a collaborator and a friend. You gave me the opportunity and space for me to be seen, and I love you, too, bro. Love you to death.”
He glanced down at the Oscar, then back out.
“I stand here because of the people that came before me; Sidney Poitier, Denzel Washington, Halle Berry, Jamie Foxx, Forest Whitaker, Will Smith. To be amongst those giants, amongst those greats, amongst my ancestors, amongst my guys… thank you.”
His voice cracked slightly, but he pushed through.
“Thank you everybody in this room and everybody at home for supporting me over my career. I feel it. I know you guys want me to do well, and I wanna do that because you guys bet on me. So thank you for betting on me, and I’m gonna keep stepping up, and I’m gonna keep being the best version of myself I can be.”
He took a breath, eyes finding Y/N again across the sea of faces. A private smile curved his lips meant only for her.
“And to my wife, Y/N… baby, you’ve been my rock through every doubt, every long night, every win and every loss before this one even happened. You believed in me when I didn’t always believe in myself. Your love, your strength, the way you hold me down… that’s what carried me here. I love you more than words can say. This is ours, forever.”
He lifted the Oscar slightly.
“Thank you. Thank you so much.”
The orchestra began its gentle cue as the applause swelled again. Michael stepped back from the mic eyes glistening, and made his way offstage with Oscar in hand and heart full.
The night had been a beautiful blur. After the Oscars ceremony ended, Michael and Y/N first stopped at the Vanity Fair Oscar after-party. The place was packed and loud with bright lights and people constantly coming up to congratulate Michael. He carried the Oscar casually in one hand, smiling and dapping folks up while trays of food and champagne moved through the crowd. They posed for a few photos together, his arm around her waist.
Later they headed to the Gold Party, Beyoncé and Jay-Z’s exclusive after-after-party. It was more intimate than Vanity Fair which made everything feel even more special.
They arrived around 1:45 a.m. and spent the first twenty minutes mingling. Michael got pulled into a conversation with Ryan Coogler near the bar.
Y/N stood beside him, sipping on a fresh glass of champagne and chatting lightly with Zinzi about how unreal the whole evening felt. She mostly watched Michael proud at how grounded he stayed even after winning his Oscar.
After a while Michael gently pulled Y/N aside to a quieter corner.
“Come here for a second, baby,” he said as he opened the camera on his phone. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close. “Let’s get one just us. Smile for me.”
She leaned her cheek against his, both of them grinning as the Oscar gleamed between them in the frame. He took a few shots — one silly, one sweet, and one where she looked up at him with pure love while he looked back the same way.
He checked the photos and smiled. “This one right here,” he said posting it to his story with no caption, just the image and a single gold heart emoji. “You look so good tonight, baby. Real good.”
Y/N smiled resting her head against his shoulder. “You’re the one who just won an Oscar. I’m just trying to keep up with you.”
He turned to face her. “Nah. You supported me through everything. You never let me quit. That’s why tonight feels so right.”
She reached up brushing her fingers along his waves. “You did all the work, Michael. I just loved you through it.”
The DJ switched to a slower track with deep bass and a familiar slow jam. Y/N’s face lit up. “Dance with me. Just one.”
He smiled and took her hand, leading her onto the open dance floor. She turned so her back pressed against his chest and started rolling her hips slowly. His hands settled on her waist, holding her gently as they moved together. Just for a few minutes the rest of the world faded away.
“Damn, baby,” he whispered against her. “You keep moving like that and we’re gonna have a situation right here.”
She laughed softly tilting her head back against his shoulder. “Maybe I want you to have a situation.”
He let out a quiet breath, his grip on her hips tightening just a little as he pulled her closer. “I already got one. Been thinking about taking this dress off you the whole night. You know that, right?”
She pressed back against him. “Then enjoy your party so we can leave sooner.”
They danced through a couple more songs, bodies swaying close together. Michael stole soft kisses to her temple while they moved whispering little things in her ear that made her smile and blush. It felt like almost an hour had passed when Y/N finally slowed and turned in his arms. She placed a hand lightly on her stomach and spoke softly so only he could hear.
“Baby… I’m not feeling the best,” she said. “The champagne is hitting me harder than I thought. My stomach feels a little off. I think I need to head home.”
Michael’s expression changed instantly. He cupped her cheek with one hand, his thumb gently brushing her skin as he studied her face with real concern. “We can leave right now if you want. I don’t care about staying.”
She shook her head and gave him a small smile. “No, it’s not that bad. I just need to get home, drink some water, and lie down for a bit. You should stay and enjoy the rest of your night. This is your Oscar win. People are still coming up to you. Have fun, celebrate with everybody. I’ll be fine once I’m home.”
He hesitated, his brow furrowing as he thought it over. His hand stayed on her cheek. “Nah, I don’t like the idea of you going back alone if you’re not feeling right. I can come with you. We can leave together.”
“I promise I’m okay,” she said gently placing her hand over his. “Stay. Soak it all in. I want you to enjoy every second of this. You deserve it tonight. I’ll text you the second I walk through the door.”
Michael still looked hesitant for a long moment, his jaw tight like he was fighting the urge to leave with her anyway. But he finally nodded slowly though the worry stayed in his eyes. “Alright… but if you start feeling worse, even a little bit, you text me and I’m coming straight home. No hesitation. I mean that.”
“Deal,” she said leaning up to kiss him softly.
Unbeknownst to him, she wasn’t planning on just lying down and resting when she got back to their house. The red lace lingerie she had laid out was waiting for him. She was going to make sure he ended this historic night winning in more ways than one.
He walked her out to the waiting Escalade himself, one arm wrapped protectively around her waist while the other held her hand. Two security guards flanked them closely as they moved down the driveway. Paparazzi had gathered near the gate, flashes popping like crazy, but Michael and the security team formed a tight shield around her blocking most of the cameras as they reached the car.
He helped her into the back seat then leaned in close. “If you need anything, anything at all, you text me and I’ll be home immediately. I’m serious.”
Y/N nodded and pulled him in for one more kiss before settling back into the seat.
The door closed and the Escalade pulled away smoothly into the LA night.
The Escalade pulled up to their house about 30 minutes later. Y/N thanked the driver quietly and stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind her. The house dark except for the soft city glow coming through the large windows. She let out a long breath, the intensity of the night finally settling down.
She pulled out her phone and typed a quick text.
A couple minutes later her phone buzzed. Michael had sent a selfie of himself pouting dramatically.
Y/N smiled at the screen.
<You are too cute. Stop worrying about me and enjoy your night. You deserve it.
She added one more message.
She slipped off her heels, the cool floor a relief on her tired feet. The dress came next. She unzipped it slowly and let it slide down her body stepping out of the pool of fabric. She walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the warm water run over her for a long time washing away the makeup, the hairspray, and the long hours of the night. When she stepped out, she dried off carefully and reached for her favorite scented lotion. She took her time moisturizing every inch of her skin until it felt soft.
Then she slipped into the red lace lingerie she had laid out earlier. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, turning slowly from side to side. A playful grin spread across her face. She gave her hips a little shake doing a quick mini twerk in the mirror and watching the way the lace moved with her.
“I’m about to get some dick tonight,” she said out loud to her reflection laughing softly at herself.
Finally, she pulled on the short silk robe and tied it loosely at the waist.
She moved through the bedroom lighting a few candles that filled the room with a glow.
Y/N climbed onto the big bed and propped herself up against the pillows. She picked up her phone and opened Instagram, then switched over to X, curiosity getting the best of her.
The internet had gone absolutely wild.
Clips of her reaction to Michael winning were everywhere. The moment she jumped out of her seat the second his name was announced had blown up.
“the way she jumped up crying 😭 I felt that in my soul”
“that’s real love right there, she was HYPED”
“Y/N Jordan is a real one, protect her at all costs”
People were calling it one of the sweetest Oscar moments in years.
Michael’s speech was trending just as hard. Fans kept replaying the part where he looked straight at her and thanked his wife.
The comments under those clips were nonstop:
“the way he looks at her… I’m actually crying”
“Black love winning tonight”
“this speech just hit different because you can tell it’s real”
Y/N kept scrolling with a soft smile on her face. Then she found the In-N-Out videos and photos. There he was sitting at the table with the Oscar standing proudly beside a red tray. Her favorite picture was the one where he was smiling mid-bite of his burger, cheese dripping, eyes crinkled in pure joy while the golden trophy gleamed next to him. He looked so happy and so… him.
Without thinking twice, she saved the photo and posted it to her Instagram story with the simple caption:
She stared at the picture a little longer, a deep feeling of love spreading through her chest. The red lace felt nice against her skin as she shifted on the bed, the candles flickering quietly around the room.
She was more than ready for him to come home.
Y/N’s eyes were starting to feel heavy as she lay on the bed. She had been scrolling through her phone for a while smiling at all the sweet comments and videos from the night when she heard the low rumble of a car pulling into the driveway.
Her heart skipped a beat. She quickly shifted on the bed propping herself up on one elbow so the short silk robe rode up just enough to give a teasing glimpse of the lingerie underneath.
The front door opened and Michael’s voice carried up the stairs a little tired from the long night.
“I’m home, babygirl. Where you at?”
Y/N smiled to herself and called back softly, “I’m in the bedroom, baby.”
She heard his footsteps on the stairs. As he climbed he kept talking, his voice getting closer.
“I stopped by the store on the way home and grabbed you some medicine. And mama made you some soup. She said it’ll help settle your stomach…”
He pushed the bedroom door open, still mid-sentence, but the words died on his lips the moment he saw her.
Michael stopped in the doorway eyes widening slightly as he took her in. She was laid out on the bed in just the short silk robe that had slipped open enough to reveal the red lace bra hugging her chest, the high-cut panties, the garters, and the sheer thigh-high stockings. The candlelight danced softly across her skin making the whole moment feel intimate and a little unreal.
He stood there for a moment completely paused the plastic bag with the medicine and the container of soup forgotten in his hands while the Oscar remained tucked securely under his arm. His gaze slowly traveled over her taking in every detail.
“Damn…” he breathed, the corner of his mouth lifting into a slow smile. “What’s all this?”
Y/N bit her lip, heart racing as she watched the way his eyes darkened. She pushed herself up a little higher on the bed then slowly crawled toward the middle of the mattress on her hands and knees. The short silk robe slipped further open.
“I wanted to give you a little award of my own tonight,” she said softly.
Michael’s gaze followed every movement she made. He finally set the plastic bag and soup container down on the dresser before he carefully placed the Oscar on the nightstand beside the flickering candles. The golden statue caught the light as he turned back to her.
He walked toward the bed slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. When he reached the edge, he leaned down and wrapped one large hand gently but firmly around her throat. His other hand slid down her body, fingertips tracing over the red lace bra then lower across her stomach until he reached between her thighs.
“Fuck, baby…” he stated. “You really been waiting for me like this?”
Y/N’s breath hitched at his touch, her hips shifting toward his hand instinctively.
He kept his hand around her throat, thumb stroking soothing circles while his fingers pressed more firmly against her feeling how wet she already was.
“You look so fucking good,” he said leaning in closer so his lips brushed her ear. “All dressed up just for me.”
Michael’s fingers found the loose tie of her robe and tugged it open with one pull. The silk fell away from her body pooling around her on the bed and leaving her fully exposed in the lingerie. His eyes darkened even more as he took her in.
He leaned down pressing his lips to the side of her neck. The kiss started soft then turned hungry as he sucked gently on her skin, his tongue tracing the sensitive spot just below her ear. He moved lower sucking a little harder leaving a faint mark that made her gasp.
“Michael…” she breathed tilting her head to give him better access.
Michael’s lips stayed on her neck, kissing and sucking softly while his fingers rubbed slow circles on the outside of her panties. The pressure was teasing, just enough to make her hips twitch toward his hand.
Y/N let out a shaky breath before whispering, “Stop.”
He pulled back immediately with concern flashing across his face. His hand froze on her thigh and he looked at her.
“Baby? What’s wrong?” he asked. “You okay?”
Y/N smiled softly reaching up to cup his face. “I’m fine. More than fine. I just… I want to take care of you tonight.”
Michael searched her eyes for a second still a little thrown off. “You sure? You don’t have to—”
“Yes,” she said. “I’m sure. Let me do this for you.”
He nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at his lips as the worry melted away.
Y/N sat up and reached for him. Her fingers worked the buttons of his shirt one by one, pushing it open to reveal his chest. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the center of his sternum before moving lower, undoing his belt and pants. Michael helped her kicking his shoes and pants off until he was standing in just his boxers.
Y/N hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down his legs letting them fall to the floor. He was already hard and she took a moment to appreciate the sight of him completely bare in front of her.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” she told him.
He sat down on the edge of the mattress his eyes locked on her as she moved closer.
Y/N knelt between Michael’s legs. She wrapped her hand around the base of his dick and leaned in dragging her tongue slowly up the underside before swirling it around the head.
Michael let out a shaky groan, his hand sliding gently into her hair. “Fuck… baby…”
She took him into her mouth, lips stretching around him as she sucked gently at first then deeper. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside while she bobbed slowly taking more of him each time. One of her hands slipped between her own thighs pushing the lace panties aside so she could rub slow circles over her swollen clit.
Michael’s breath hitched hard. “Shit… look at you,” he managed. His hips twitched slightly as she took him deeper, the warmth of her mouth making his head fall back against the pillow. “Feels so fucking good…”
Y/N moaned around him, the vibration traveling up his shaft and making his grip tighten in her hair. She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, while her fingers moved faster between her legs sliding two inside herself. The sounds filled the room with her sucking mixed with the slick noise of her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy.
Michael’s thighs tensed under her hands. “Baby… fuck…” He was breathing harder now, words breaking apart between moans. “Your mouth… so warm… goddamn…”
She looked up at him through her lashes, eyes watery but locked on his and took him even deeper until he bumped the back of her throat.
“Shit… just like that… don’t stop, baby…”
Y/N kept going, bobbing faster, sucking with more pressure while her fingers curled inside herself hitting that spot that made her moan louder around his cock. Spit dripped down her chin and onto his shaft making everything messier and wetter.
Michael’s free hand gripped the sheets. His moans grew more desperate. “Fuck… I’m close… you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that…”
She didn’t pull away. Instead she sucked harder, tongue working the sensitive head every time she drew back while her fingers moved quicker between her own legs. Her own pleasure was building fast, but she focused on him . She enjoyed the way his dick throbbed against her tongue and the broken sounds falling from his lips.
Michael’s hips stuttered, his hand tightening in her hair. “Baby… oh fuck… I’m gonna—”
His words cut off into a deep moan as he came hard in her mouth. His warm liquid hit the back of her throat. Y/N swallowed around him taking everything he gave her without pulling back. She kept sucking gently through it milking every last drop while her fingers kept moving between her thighs.
Michael’s whole body shuddered, a long groan escaping him as the last waves rolled through. His hand stayed in her hair. He looked down at her with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Damn…” he rasped. “Come here, baby.”
Michael pulled her up gently by the hand until she was straddling his lap before he cupped her face and kissed her. His tongue slid against hers tasting himself on her lips and he groaned softly into her mouth.
Y/N pulled back just enough to look at him breathing hard. “I want to ride you” she whispered. “Right now.”
Michael’s eyes darkened. He ran his hands down her sides gripping her hips. “Whatever you want baby. Take it.”
She didn’t waste time. She reached between them, pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, and lined him up with her soaked entrance. With one slow roll of her hips she sank down taking every inch of him in one motion. The stretch made her moan loudly as her head fell back.
“Fuck…” Michael groaned hands tightening on her waist. “So wet… so tight… fuck me.”
Y/N started moving rolling her hips in deep circles at first before she started lifting and dropping faster. Her breast bounced heavily in the bra with every thrust. She braced her hands on his chest and rode him harder. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room along with her moans.
Michael couldn’t take his eyes off her. “Look at you” he rasped. “Riding me so good… shit baby… your breasts look so fucking pretty bouncing like that.”
He reached up and tugged the cups of her bra down freeing her plump breasts. He leaned forward mouth latching onto one nipple sucking hard while his tongue flicked over it. Y/N cried out her pace faltering for a second before she picked it back up grinding down on him even harder.
“Daddy…” she moaned the word slipping out as she rode him faster. “Fuck you feel so deep.”
Michael groaned against her breast, sucking harder before he switched to the other one. He kept one hand on her hip guiding her movements as the other slid up to squeeze her free breast.
“Keep riding me just like that” his voice muffled against her skin. “You’re doing so good baby… taking all of me… look how wet you’re making my dick.”
Y/N’s moans grew louder. She was bouncing on him now. The headboard started to knock softly against the wall with every downward thrust. Her breasts bounced wildly in his face and he couldn’t get enough, sucking and licking at them leaving wet marks on her skin.
“I’m gonna cum” she gasped. “Daddy… I’m so close…”
Michael pulled back just enough to look up at her eyes. One hand slid between them, thumb finding her clit and rubbing tight circles.
“That’s it baby” he said even though he was breathing hard. “Cum for me. I want to feel you squeezing my dick. Let it go… come on ride me through it. You’re so fucking close I can feel it.”
Y/N’s hips stuttered and her walls started to flutter around him. She cried out as the orgasm hit her hard.
Michael thumb never stopped rubbing her clit. “There you go… good girl… just like that. Let it all out on me. I got you baby… cum all over my dick… fuck you feel so good squeezing me like that…”
Her whole body shook as she came, loud moans spilling from her lips while she kept riding him through the waves. Michael groaned deeply holding her hips tight to help her keep moving until she finally started to slow.
He kissed her chest softly, then her collarbone, then her lips murmuring against them “That’s my baby… so fucking perfect.”
Michael kissed her, still buried inside her as the last tremors of her orgasm faded. His tongue tangled with hers, tasting himself on her lips, and he groaned softly into her mouth.
He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers. “Can I fuck you from the back, baby?” he asked against her lips. “I need to see that ass while I’m deep in you.”
Y/N shivered at the question, a fresh wave of arousal rushing through her. “Whatever you want, Daddy,” she whispered.
She didn’t wait for him to move. She slid off his lap, turned around, and got on all fours in the middle of the bed. She arched her back deep pushing her ass up high and spreading her knees wider so the panties framed everything perfectly.
Michael let out a low curse behind her. “Fuck… look at you.”
He smacked her ass hard, the sound echoing in the room. Y/N gasped and gave her hips a little playful shake making her cheeks jiggle for him.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her back toward his face. Without another word he buried his mouth between her legs from behind, tongue sliding through her soaked folds. He licked her slow sucking on her clit before pushing his tongue inside her. Y/N moaned loudly pushing back against his face.
Michael groaned against her pussy, the vibration making her thighs shake. “Taste so fucking good,” he stated. “All wet for me.”
He ate her like he was starving — deep licks mixed with sucking and gentle bites on her ass cheeks. His hands spread her wider, thumbs pulling her open so he could bury his tongue deeper. Y/N’s moans filled the room as her fingers gripped the sheets tight.
After a few minutes he pulled back. He stroked his dick once before lining himself up and pushing inside her in one thrust. Y/N cried out at the sudden stretch, her back arching even more.
“Shit, baby…” Michael groaned gripping her hips as he bottomed out. “So fucking tight like this.”
He started fucking her hard, hips snapping forward with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with her loud moans and his low grunts. He kept one hand on her hip the other sliding up her back to press between her shoulder blades pushing her chest down into the mattress so her ass stayed high in the air.
“Take it just like that,” he rasped. “This is how I celebrate my win… fucking my wife raw after I bring home that Oscar.”
Y/N moaned louder pushing back to meet every stroke. “Yes… fuck me, Daddy.”
Michael smacked her ass again then gripped both cheeks and spread her open so he could watch himself disappear inside her.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” he growled pounding into her faster. “Tell me, baby. Who owns this wet little pussy?”
“You,” she gasped. “It’s yours… all yours, Daddy.”
He groaned deep. “That’s right. This pussy belongs to your Oscar-winning husband. Only me.”
He fucked her even harder, the headboard banging against the wall now. One hand reached around to rub her clit in circles while the other kept her ass spread wide. Y/N’s moans turned into broken cries, her whole body shaking as another orgasm built fast.
Michael leaned over her back lips brushing her ear. “You gonna cum on my dick again? Let me feel it, baby. Squeeze me while I fuck you through it.”
Y/N’s walls started fluttering hard around him. “I’m cumming… Daddy, I’m cumming—”
“That’s my good girl,” he groaned never slowing down. “Cum for me. Let it all go. I got you.”
Her orgasm crashed over her hard. She cried out loudly pushing back on him as her pussy clenched and pulsed around his dick. Michael kept fucking her through it moaning her name under his breath, his own release getting closer with every tight squeeze.
“Fuck… you feel so good when you cum like that,” he panted. “Gonna fill you up, baby… you want that?”
Yes,” she moaned still trembling from her orgasm. “Cum inside me, Daddy. Please.”
Michael groaned deep. He gripped her hips tighter pulling her back onto him with every thrust. His pace turned rougher, more urgent, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room.
“Shit… I’m so close,” he rasped. “This pussy is mine… all fucking mine.”
He leaned over her back one arm wrapping around her waist to hold her close while he drove into her harder. His breathing grew ragged, moans turning into broken grunts with every deep stroke.
Y/N pushed back to meet him, still sensitive but wanting every inch. “Cum for me,” she whispered. “Fill me up.”
Michael’s hips stuttered. He buried himself deep inside her with a moan. “Fuck… baby… I’m cumming—”
His dick pulsed hard as he came, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside her. He kept thrusting through it, milking every last drop while his body shook against hers. A broken “Shit…” escaped his lips as the pleasure rolled through him, his forehead pressing to her shoulder.
He stayed buried inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, his hand gently stroking her side. Finally he kissed the back of her neck.
Michael stayed buried inside her for a few long moments, both of them breathing hard and trembling. He finally pulled out slowly, a soft groan escaping him as he watched his cum leak from her. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder gently.
“Stay right here, baby,” he murmured.
He disappeared into the bathroom for a minute and came back with a damp washcloth. Y/N stayed on her stomach too tired to move. Michael climbed back onto the bed and gently wiped between her legs cleaning her up with careful strokes. He took his time making sure she was comfortable and he occasionally pressed soft kisses to her lower back and the curve of her ass.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
Once he was done he tossed the cloth aside and pulled her into his arms. Y/N curled against his chest, one leg thrown over his as he wrapped her up tight. He kissed the top of her head, then her forehead, then the tip of her nose, holding her close while their breathing slowly evened out. His hand rubbed slow circles on her back.
Michael chuckled quietly after a minute, the sound rumbling through his chest.
“You know… you didn’t have to lie and say you were sick just to sneak home and surprise me,” he teased. “I was worried about you the whole time at the party. Kept checking my phone like a fool wondering if you were okay.”
Y/N lifted her head and gave him a playful glare poking his chest. “I told you not to worry about me. I said I was fine.”
He grinned pulling her closer and kissing her forehead again. “Yeah, well, I’m your husband. Worrying about you is part of the job description. Can’t help it.”
She smiled and rested her head back on his chest listening to his heartbeat. Her fingers traced lazy patterns over his abs as she spoke softly.
“I’m so proud of you, Michael. I watched you put in all that hard work… the long nights on set, the early mornings, the times you doubted yourself. All those sacrifices you made. You deserved tonight more than anyone. Seeing you up there accepting that Oscar… it meant everything to me.”
Michael’s arms tightened around her. He kissed her forehead again.
“Thank you, baby. Couldn’t have done any of it without you. You’re my rock. Always have been. Every late night you stayed up with me running lines, every time you reminded me why I started… it all led to tonight. I love you so much.”
They stayed like that for a long while, tangled together under the soft candlelight. Michael kept rubbing her back in slow circles, Y/N nestled deeper into his chest with one hand resting over his heart.
The Oscar still sat on the nightstand gleaming quietly in the candlelight like a silent witness to their night.
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