#neosoul!reader

Michael's introduction to you was more of a casual work thing. You wrote a song and you wanted him to have it—Not that you thought that it'd be possible anyway but thankfully it was. He happily agreed on once condition. You had to come and guide him as he recorded.

Of course you happily agreed, who wouldn't?

So, you showed up to his home studio. You were greeted with a warm and accepting environment.

He listened to you explain every lyric, emotion, and small detail behind the song. He asked questions only because he wanted to understand more.

And in return you listened to his ideas of things to add to the song, like runs and adlibs he'd come up with on the spot.

He'd compliment your personality and artistry, the beauty of you and your mind all from one day of meeting you. It was honestly one of the best moments of your life.

After 'Butterflies' was finished recording, the two of you weren't finished. Just from that day alone built the two of you a really strong friendship. You'd call him on the phone for advice and he'd call you for advice, and those questions would end up turning into full blown gossiping sessions or telling each other about your day. When the both of you were free he'd invite you over from time to time to just sit and talk.

And when you had won your first Grammy and bursted out into a fit of tears right there on the stage, he was the one you thanked.

That was the strongest friendship you had made with anyone in the industry, and you didn't get why people treated him the way they did.

Well to break tradition of the two of your being at Michael's house...You invited him to yours. The two of you walked around your house, as you gave him a tour. "Where's that picture from?" He asked, pointing to the photo of you as a child, beads missing from a few of your braids as well as your two front teeth as a butterfly sat on your nose

"My grandma took that in the back yard. We found the butterfly with a broken wing and brought it in the house and fixed its wing. When we brought it outside we tried to let it go but it flew right on my nose" you smiled as you explained the story.

A smile grew on Michael's face as he listened to you speak about the picture "You love butterflies huh?" He asked, causing you to laugh "mhm" you hummed.

"Mkay, let's go sit in the living room. Or do you prefer the backyard?" You walked down the hall into the kitchen, unawares of Michael who followed behind you, hypnotized by the natural sway of your hips.

"You want somethin to drink?" You walked over to the fridge, showing him the display of drinks that you had stored. "Yeah— some orange juice" he snapped out of the trance, earning a small nod from you. You grabbed the bottle of juice, reaching into the cabinet and grabbing two glasses. You poured a generous amount in each cup, throwing the empty bottle away.

The two of you walked into the living room, Michael taking a seat, watching as you sat down your cup. You walked over to the large crate filled with albums, bringing it over to the couch. "Let's see.." you trailed off picking up the first stack.

Michael looked through the wide variety of your album collection, a small smile forming on his face when he seen a few of his own albums.

"I can tell who your favorites are" he smiled as he seen a few albums by some of the same artists, causing you to laugh. "Who?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Well... you got a lot of Stevie, Minnie Riperton, Anita baker…Prince?" He looked over at you, with bite betrayal on his face, causing you to burst out in laughter.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry yall beef ain't my beef. Love you to death though." You covered your face. "I have all of your albums and only got two of his so that should make up for it yeah?"

He looked at you with narrow eyes before burying the two Prince albums to the bottom of.

"If my discs break I'll break foot off in your you-know-what" you pointed at him before continuing to look through albums. You pulled out 'Come to you garden' by Minnie Riperton, your maxi skirt flowing over your feet as you walked to the record player.

Once the album began playing, you removed the crate and flipped back down on the couch.

"I can hear her influence in your singing" Michael stated, a warm smile taking over your face. "Yeah?" You Sat sideways with both of your legs tucked beside you.

"Yeah like when you sing soft. But when you belt and sing with more passion I just hear you. It's beautiful" he complimented.  You let out a soft chuckle as you twisted one of your curls that hung freely with the rest of them. "Thank you"

Michael watched your fingers absentmindedly wind the curl around themselves before letting it spring back into place.

"I really like your house. It's real peaceful" Michael pointed out. "Mhm. Ain't no paparazzi in my bushes or fans in my closets" you joked, causing him to huff out a breath.

"Gosh!" Michael laughed, looking around again.

“Your fans crazy. They love you to death though” you laughed along with him . "Oop you got a..." you leaned over to look at his face, a piece of fuzz resting on his cheek. You brushed it off, getting ready to sit back in your previous position, freezing once you felt Michael's hand on your bare waist, butterflies beginning to flutter in your stomach .

Michael leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. You couldn't help but kiss him back, giving him access to your mouth as you brought you leg over to straddle his lap. Your hand found his face, holding him by his jaw.

"Mmh" he groaned, his hands holding you by your waist. You rolled your hips forward just to feel his growing bulge, a soft moan escaping your mouth.

"Let's go upstairs" you whispered, climbing off of his lap. You grabbed his hand to pull him up to from the couch, still holding it as he walked behind you.

Once the two of you made it upstairs into the bedroom, Michael's mouth was all over you. He left kissed along your shoulders and small love bites on your neck.

Before you knew it both of your clothes were on the floor and Michael was tossing you on the bed, hovering over you as he peppered kisses between your breasts where a tattoo lay. "Make love to me Michael" you stopped his face before he could kiss you, your words causing him to let out a shaky breath.

"I will baby. I will" he spoke before kissing you again. He straightened out on his knees, admiring your dripping pussy, running a thumb over the wet slit. "So wet f'me" He brought his now wet thumb to his mouth, groaning at your taste. "Can i taste you?" He asked, the question earning a smile from you. "Mhm" you spread your legs wider, giving him more access. He bit his lip at the sight, trailing kisses from your sternum all the way down to your clit. He lapped his tongue over your clit before taking the wet nub into his mouth, earning a loud moan from you.

"Oh my g- Fuck!" You exclaimed, hands holding on tight to the pillows on either side of your head. "Mmh" Micheal groaned as his face was practically buried in your pussy, your substance covering his mouth.

You wrapped your legs around his head, letting out a moan as the feeling intensified—a signal that your climax was approaching. "Im— Im about to cum" you rushed out in a whimper, your hips idling rolling up into his face. You let out a moan as your orgasm spilled into his mouth, twitching as it took over your body.

Michael pulled back with a small pop, licking around his mouth before swallowing with a small gulp.

"You did so good" he praised, rubbing your thigh before pulling you down so your cores lined up.

You let out a breath, because after seeing his length you were afraid it'd rip you in half.

You let out a loud moan once he pushed just the tip in, a shaky sigh following. Michael's eyes rolled back in his head as your squeezed around him. "You okay?" He asked, stopping halfway in, earning a nod from you.

He pushed the rest of the way in, his fingers digging into your thighs unintentionally. "Shit" you groaned. He felt like your opening was vacuuming him inside. The two of you let out and in sync shaky breath before he pulled back, beginning to fuck himself into you.

"Gah-" he placed his hands on either side of you, your hands immediately snaking up his back. "Y'so big Michael" you whimpered, you voice alone making his dick twitch inside of you. His dick was mindlessly messaging your insides and it was driving you insane with every stroke.

"You feel so good" he whimpered before placing a wet kiss on your neck. As his strokes became rougher, your hands idly scratched his back, the room filled with your whines and moans, along with the slaps of skin.

“I know. I know baby, me t—too” Michael whispered as he kissed you through your screams of pleasure, only making the feeling better. The thing was, Michael was unknowingly hitting your sensitive and swollen clit with every stroke, the feeling of overstimulation taking over your body.

“Michael!” You cried out before your body began shaking. Michael could feel the wetness spraying out on his core before looking down.

He had made you squirt.

His hips jerked forward before his own orgasm came, the hot milky white ropes spilling into you.

“G- I’m sorry” you huffed, watching as he settled on his knees, looking down at his wet abdomen. “I never did that before”

“Don’t be sorry for nothin.” He panted, rubbing the side of your thigh. You let out a depleted sigh before looking at the wet pool around you. “We can worry about that later, we need to get in the shower” he pulled you off the bed by your ankle. You stood up, a bit wobbly, laughing once Michael picked you up bridal style. “You do too much” you shook your head.