𝒟𝒾𝒻𝒻ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓃𝓉
𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡★
𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁
Micheal B. Jordan x Reader
Description: Michael is just so in love with his girlfriend
Warnings: (smut) 18+ Mature themes, pnv⚤ (no use a condom☻) fluff
God help him.
That was the only thought running through his head.
Poor Michael didn’t understand it—couldn’t, really. In the past, things had always been easy. His girlfriends adored him, clung to him, wanted him in ways that felt predictable. Comfortable.
This?
This was different.
It showed up in the smallest ways—how his hand felt empty when hers wasn’t laced through his, how the quiet of his trailer stretched too long when she wasn’t curled into his side. Even now, surrounded by flashing lights and applause, none of it reached him.
Because she was right there.
The two of them sat side by side at some award show he couldn’t care less about. The host kept talking, names were being called, people stood and clapped—
Michael heard none of it.
His gaze was locked on her, soft and heavy, like he couldn’t look away even if he tried.
Damn.
Something in him snapped—quietly, but completely.
He leaned in, pressing slow, lingering kisses along her jaw, like he’d been holding back for too long.
“Baby…” she murmured, a quiet laugh slipping through her lips.
“Mm?” he hummed, barely pulling away.
“What are you doing, sweet boy?” she teased, her fingers brushing along his cheek.
“I just need you,” he said lowly.
Her smile softened. “You have me.”
He shook his head slightly, voice dipping. “No… I need more.”
That was all it took.
She stood, slipping her hand into his, pulling him up with her. Neither of them said a word as they slipped out into the hallway—but the second the doors shut behind them, it was like gravity shifted.
They found each other instantly.
Like magnets.
Like they’d been waiting all night.
His hands found her waist, hers slid up his chest, and their lips met somewhere in the middle—hungry, familiar, a little breathless.
When they pulled back, just barely, her eyes searched his like she was trying to steady herself.
He didn’t let her go far.
“Bathroom?” she whispered, half-teasing, half serious.
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he lifted her easily, earning a surprised laugh, and carried her down the hall as he had somewhere else in mind entirely.
By the time they reached the car, neither of them was thinking about the show anymore.
Not the awards.
Not the cameras.
Just each other.
The drive was quiet—but charged. His hand rested on her thigh, her head tilted toward him, and every glance they shared said everything they weren’t putting into words.
“We’re not making it home,” he muttered finally.
She smiled, already knowing.
He turned into a dark parking lot where no paparazzi cameras would flicker. The pest-like media teams were the only reason he didn't just park outside the ceremony.
When the car parked , the world outside didn’t matter. Sevyn Streeter played as they stripped in the backseat, and the space between them disappeared all over again.
“I love you,” she moaned, breath unsteady as she slowly grinded against his lap.
“I love you” he repeated biting his lip as he guided her body down
He licked his fingers and teased her already soaked core.
“Please” her eyebrows furrowed needily
Then he carefully pushed into her wetness, skillfully curling his slightly cooled fingers and hitting that spongy spot so perfectly that her back arched into his hand grinding her throbbing clit onto his palm.
“ ‘Kari” she whined frustrated
“Ok, baby” Mike whispers pulling his fingers out and pressing his large tip to her hole getting it wet before pushing into her.
Her arms snaked around his neck, trying to get impossibly closer, as her legs enveloped him in her warmth.
“Ohh God” she purred into his ear
“I love you so much baby” He groaned as he thrusted into her sweet velvet pussy beyond drunk off of her.
Michael fucked normally, he solely focused on how good he felt and chased after his own high, but right now he didn't care if he came or not it felt so much deeper than that to him. Slowly realization hit, this was his first time making love.
Crystal tears from pleasure poured from her eyes as his dick kissed her cervix while he kissed a constellation of delicate hickies onto her skin.
Her thighs shook under him as he begged her to cum. With his forehead stuck to hers and his lips ghosted her lips, Michael’s hips met hers as he coaxed her through an earth-shattering, toe curling orgasm as he followed closely after.
This…
This was different.
Not rushed. Not careless.
Something way deeper.
Something he wasn’t used to.
Later, when everything quieted down and the car was still again, he glanced over at her—resting peacefully, wrapped in his shirt, completely at ease.
Michael smiled to himself, brushing a gentle kiss to her temple before starting the car.
Yeah, this was different.
ℰ𝓃𝒹.
Note: First time posting smut I practice writing it but never post sooo…don’t kill me if it’s a little bad🥲