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Zip Me Up? (Michael Smut)

ITS ALIVEEEEEEE ahaha okay this is my birthday present to me ahhhhhh! i hope y'all like it. i haven’t written actual smut in a really long time so yeah okay here ya go!!

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Michael walked out of the expansive closet rolling up the sleeves of his black button-down to his elbows. “You nearly ready to go?” He asked, stepping into his shoes. 

“Almost,” she called out while carefully applying her jet-black liquid eyeliner. 

It wasn’t until she replied that he actually took the time to look her over. And the sight before him sent all the blood in his body straight to his cock. Y/N was bent over their dresser, her ass in the air, as she put the finishing touches to her makeup. The lacy black garter belt he had bought her for Valentine’s Day secured around her waist was holding up her favorite pair of black thigh-highs. The look was completed with a lacy black bra and a matching thong. Michael felt his dick throb in his tight jeans and rubbed at his crotch to get a little friction. In a heartbeat, he was standing behind her, his semi pressing against her ass. He ran his hands up her bare sides and leaned down to press hot, wet kisses up the back of her neck. “Don’t you just want to stay home tonight kitten?” He lowly growled, trailing his hands up to cup her breasts. 

Laughing, she shook her head and leaned back against him, her head resting on his shoulder. “Baby, we’ve canceled on your parents twice. We have to go,” she cooed, removing his hands from her body. Swaying her hips tauntingly, Y/N walked to the bed were she had laid out her favorite dress. She stepped into it slowly before pulling it up her body and turning so that her back was to her boyfriend. “Zip me up?” She asked, tossing her head over her shoulder to look at him. 

He swallowed thickly and nodded, his long legs carrying him across the room in just a few strides. Michael brushed her hair over her shoulder and with his left hand firmly on her hip, he slowly drug the zipper up her back. He leaned down and pressed a few kisses under her ear and inhaled her sweet scent. “You smell good,” he mumbled as he continued to scatter kisses over her neck and shoulder. 

“Well thank you,” she laughed, again pulling away from her wound up lover in order to finish getting ready. Michael watched as she slipped on her heals and put on the pearl earrings his mother bought her for her birthday. He loved his parents and really wanted to see them, but right now all he wanted to do was plow his girlfriend into his mattress. 

“You better get control of that before we get to the restaurant. I don’t think your mother would appreciate seeing your boner,” Y/N said, motioning to the obvious bulge in his pants before patting his cheek as she strode from their bedroom. He quickly turned on his heal and chased her calling out, “Well you could help me out ya know." 

She laughed and sent him a wink, "Maybe when we get home." 

Michael grumbled but snatched his phone, wallet and keys up off the small table by the door anyway. After stuffing his wallet and phone into his impossibly tight pockets, he took Y/N’s hand and lead her from the apartment. 

The car ride to the small Italian restaurant was short and quiet. Michael kept one hand resting on Y/N’s thigh, absentmindedly tracing small circles there. He quickly pulled into the parking lot and shut off the engine before climbing out of the car and circling it to open Y/N’s door.  She took his extended hand and gracefully climbed from the car.

Upon entering the restaurant, Michael’s parents greeted them with warm hugs and kisses on their cheeks. All through out dinner, Y/N kept her hand on Michael’s upper thigh. She wasn’t necessarily teasing him, but he couldn’t get the thought of her naked body pressed to his out of his mind. By the time the check had come, Michael was practically bouncing in his seat. He quickly paid and said goodbye to his parents as he drug his girlfriend out to his car.

“Michael, what has gotten into you? That was really rude-” she was cut off by Michael’s lips crashing to hers as he quickly backed her up against the car. Moaning in to his kiss, she brought her hands up to his neck and pulled him closer to her.

“I just need to get you home,” he breathed out once he finally pulled away.

“Yeah, okay,” she nodded quickly, slipping into the car.

Michael sped back to their apartment building, Y/N’s hand dancing over his upper thigh, and occasionally his crotch, spurring him on. Once there, he hastily parked and the two of them practically jumped from the car, racing into the building. They managed to slip into the elevator just before the metal doors slid closed. Much to Michael’s dismay, they were not alone. The elderly couple that lived a few doors down from them was in the lift as well. The older lady smiled at Y/N fondly and asked her about work and her family as Michael stood stiffly behind his girlfriend in attempts to hide his growing erection. She wasn’t helping in the slightest though, she pressed against him tightly, occasionally rubbing her ass against his crotch. Michael had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning at the as she continued to subtly grind against him.

After what seemed like an hour-long ascent to the eleventh floor, the doors finally slid open. Taking Y/N’s hand, Michael pulled her from the elevator and raced down the hallway to their apartment. By the time they got inside, they were all fumbling hands and clashing teeth. Michael quickly kicked the door shut behind them and spun her around so that her back was pressed against the cool wood. Y/N wrapped one leg around his waist and moaned when he ground his denim-clad crotch into her. 

“Fuck baby,” he groaned, pulling at the bottom of her dress, “get this off.”

Y/N smirked and turned around, pressing her palms flat to the door and looked over her shoulder. “Unzip it,” she coaxed, biting down on her lip, a habit that she knew drove Michael insane.

He hummed and slowly pulled the zipper down and pushing the straps down her shoulders. “Christ, you’re so fucking sexy,” he growled, as she turned and stepped away from the dress that had pooled around her feet.

Smirking, she ran her hands up his chest, “Let’s go to the bedroom yeah?”

“Oh hell yes,” he growled as she took his hand and walked them towards their shared bedroom, his eyes never straying from her pert ass as she walked.

In the doorway, she stopped and turned around, craning her neck so that she could slot her lips against Michael’s. She moaned as he licked over her lower lip and happily granted him entrance. Rough fingers slid over her back, making haste of her brad. Without breaking their kiss, he pulled the straps of her bra down her arms and let it fall away from her chest.

Pulling away panting, she fumbled with his belt buckle for a moment before he pushed her hands away. Confused, she looked up at him, “What are you-?”

“I’m wanna play first,” he smirked, cutting her off. He motioned with his chin for her to lie back on the bed. She kicked off her heels as Michael walked her backwards until the backs of her knees touched the mattress then gently pushed her back so that she was positioned at the head of the bed. He hovered above her, running his hands up her thighs before carefully nudging them apart, her pretty pussy on display for him. Settling down between her legs, Michael scattered kisses along her stocking covered thighs, occasionally nipping at the thin material and letting it snap back against her.

“Easy,” she smirked, running her hands through his hair, “if you rip them, you’re going to buy me a new pair.”

“I’ll buy you as many pairs as you want kitten,” he chuckled before quickly pulling her lacy thong to the side so he could get a proper look at her. “I adore your pussy. Have I ever told you that?” he asked before giving her clit a quick kiss.

She gasped. “A time or two I believe.”

Michael just laughed and gave tentative kitten lick up her slit before he dove in and ate her out like a savage. Wrapping his plump lips around her swollen clit, he suckled on it until she was writhing under him. Her hands were wound tightly in his hair, tugging him even closer to her. The breathy moans and whimpers that were passing her lips only encouraged him in his assault against her sweet pussy. His fingers danced over the flush skin of her thighs before slipping down to her dripping cunt. Without a warning, he curled two of his fingers deep into her. Quickly finding her g-spot, Michael massaged it while simultaneously flicking his tongue over her clit.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, tightening her grip on his hair, “Michael I’m gonna cum.”

Michael hummed around her clit and tugged his fingers against her front wall, sending a wave of pure ecstasy crashing over her.  She came with a moan that could rival any porn star Michael knew, her thighs quivering on either side of his head and hips jutting off the mattress into his face. Michael slipped his hands around her and cupped her ass, pressing her even further into his face, subconsciously rutting against the mattress to get some friction against his swelling cock. He drank her up as if his thirst hadn’t been quenched in days. Moaning at her taste, he licked up her slit one final time before pressing a soft kiss to her sensitive clit. She gasped and jerked back slightly causing Michael to chuckle lowly against the skin of her hips. 

"You always taste so fucking sweet,” he breathed out as he slowly kissed and licked his way up her body.  

Y/N panted, her flushed chest rising and falling quickly. Michael leaned back to drink her in. “I love that I can make you like this,” he said in an almost whisper as he ran his hand over the curve of her breast, pinching at her nipple. “And I really fucking love your tits.” Ducking his head down to her chest, he swirled his tongue her hardened nipple before biting down and tugging lightly. Y/N moaned, and ran her hands through his hair again, pressing him closer to her chest.

“C’mon and fuck me baby,” she whimpered as he continued to suck at her breasts.

With that one statement, Michael felt himself get impossibly harder. He groaned and released her nipple with a ‘pop’. Hastily, he sat up on his knees and tore his belt free of the belt loops. He went to toss it to the floor but instead had an idea. Folding the leather in his hands he said, “Roll over for me baby. Face down, ass up.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she seamed to catch on to what he was hinting at. She swallowed thickly before nodding and rolling onto her stomach. Pressing her face onto the cool cotton sheets, she brought her knees up so that her ass, one of Michael’s favorites of her assets, was waving in the air. Michael pulled his lower lip between his teeth and stepped back to admire the goddess that he had laid out before him on his bed. He truly believed she was the finest piece of art he had ever seen. 

“Are you going to do something or just stare at me?” She cooed, looking at him over her shoulder. 

A devious smirk formed in his lips, “Oh I’m gonna do something honey.” Michael stepped back to the edge of the bed and ran his cold hands along the curve of her ass and up her spine. Y/N moaned at the sensation of his chilled hand meeting her over heated skin. Without any warning Michael raised the belt up and brought it down against her ass. The crack or leather on skin was almost as loud as his girlfriend’s moan. She fisted the sheets tightly in her hands and pushed her ass back. “Again,” she panted, tossing her head over her shoulder to meet Michael’s lustful gaze, “do it again." 

For a second time, Michael brought the belt down against her backside and relished in the moan that seemed to claw its way from her throat. He tossed the belt aside before leaning down and gently pressing soft kisses to her reddened flesh. Y/N sighed as Michael kissed over her backside.

“Mikey, baby, wanna play too,” she pouted, turning so that she was on her back beneath him.

“I know you do baby girl. You love sucking on my cock just as much as I love to watch you do it,” he chuckled as he stood from the bed and held out his hand to help her stand.

Smiling up him, she took his hand and quickly popped the button of his black jeans before shoving them down his thighs and Michael kicked them the rest of the way off.  Y/N pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed and sank to her knees between his legs. Her eyes staid locked on his as she teased him through his boxers. Hooking her fingers in the waistband, she pulled them down just enough for Michael’s rigid cock to slap up against his stomach.  He watched as her hot tongue made contact with him for the first time. Y/N licked up and down his shaft teasingly until Michael’s frustration became apparent. She sucked on his head while moaning, sending the vibration of her vocal cords up the length of his cock and she swirled her tongue. Her hands helped greatly pleasure him as she cradled his balls in one and pumped majority of his length her mouth couldn’t take. Michael bucked his hips sending his throbbing cock to the back of her mouth, his tip brushing the back of her throat. Y/N detached herself from him and signaled him to stand. She looked up to Michael through her lashes and opened her mouth wide. Michael looked at her with surprise and excitement with what she was suggesting. Taking himself in his hand, he slid himself into her mouth then placed his hands securely in Y/N hair. His movements were at first slow but soon Michael found himself thrusting uncontrollably into her pretty mouth. Y/N whimpers and the clinging of her hands around his thighs as the water of her eyes spilled down her cheeks, only sent Michael in a daze that had him thrusting his cock the deepest he could down her throat. He was vaguely aware that even as this happened, he could see Y/N’s right hand pressed securely between her thighs as she made rapid circles. Michael’s head flung back as he stilled, the only thing audible to be the groans of Y/N. But, Y/N caught on to his game and even though Michael was about to have a soul shattering orgasm she pulled away.

“Y/N what the hell?” Michael practically growled.

Smirking, she stood and ran her hands up Michael’s chest, pushing him just hard enough that he fell back against the bed. “I want you to cum in me tonight baby.”

With his eyes clouding over with lust, Michael nodded, “I can do that.”

She crawled over Michael, smirking down at him as if she were a cat about to pounce on her prey. With a leg placed on either side him, she positioned herself over him and taking his cock in her hand, she slowly guided him in. Michael’s hands went to her hips and roughly pulled her all the way down on him, filling her up completely.

Michael moaned as Y/N gasped and lurched forward, her hands bracing on his chest. No matter how many times they had sex, she would never truly get used to delicious burn and stretch he caused her. Taking a deep breath, she sat back and slowly started to swivel her hips in small circular motions.

“God baby,” Michael hissed, “Your so tight. So warm.”  Licking his lips as he slowly raked his eyes over her as she lazily rode him.

Y/N grinned down at him and planted her hands on Michael’s chest to give her a little leverage as she slowly began to bounce up and down. He was nowhere near satisfied with this slow and easy pace she was setting though. Firmly grasping her hips, Michael lifted her off him so that only his tip stayed inside her before quickly ramming her back down onto his length.

“Ah fuck,” she moaned, tossing her head back, “Right there.”

Michael bit down on his lip, focusing on her bouncing breasts before him. He snapped his hips up and thrust deeply into her causing a deep moan of his name to tumble from her lips. Reaching up to grip onto the headboard, Y/N started to rapidly bounce over his cock, Michael thrusting up to meet her every time.

Never been one for being submissive in the bedroom, Michael grabbed her hips and slid out of her. Ignoring the pout she gave him, he kept a strong grip on her and flipped them over. “All fours kitten,” he growled, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.

She rolled her eyes but grinned at him anyway and did as told. Michael waited on her to get situated before kneeling behind her. Slowly, Michael slid back into her, groaning as he bottomed out, “Shit, babe, you feel so good stretched around my cock.”

Y/N moaned, her head falling forward as Michael started to pull out before snapping his hips forward again. Little gasps and whimpers fell from her parted lips with each thrust. Michael grunted, the hand he hand on her hip tightening its grip to the point where he knew she’d have bruises in the shape of his finger prints the next day.

“Michael!” she screamed, as a particularly sharp thrust had him brushing against her g-spot in the most delicious manner. “Ah fuck,” she called out, her eyes screwing shut as Michael slammed into her again and again. “Pull my hair, Mikey. Pull my hair.”

Obediently, he threaded his fingers through her locks and tugged her back just hard enough for her to rise up on her knees, her back now flush with his chest. With the new angle he was able to stroke her g-spot much more effectively. Twisting his hand tighter in her hair, he forced her to turn her face forwards him. “Are you close?” he growled, continuing to snap his hips at a furious speed.

“God, yes,” she gasped as a particularly deep thrust had his tip brushing over a new spot.  

The hand that was braced on her hip slipped down and began to rub harshly at her swollen clit. The white-hot ball that was forming in the pit of her stomach exploded and a wave of pure euphoria washed over her. Her eyes screwed shut and stars danced behind her eyelids as she came with a loud call of his name. Her walls fluttered around Michael’s cock that was still buried deep inside her, drawing thick moans from deep from his chest. Michael continued to thrust up, chasing his own release.

“Cum for me baby,” she whispered to him, craning her neck to nip and kiss at his jaw. “Fill me up.”

He came with a loud roar of her name, his eyes screwing shut and arms tensing around her. Sloppily continuing to snap his hips forward, he lazily road out his high, his head resting on Y/N’s shoulder. “Fuck,” he panted, his warm breath tickling the back of her neck. As gently as he could, he slid out of her and flopped down on his side of the bed. He held his arms out to her and beckoned her to come lay beside him. Grinning at him, she curled into his side, her arms winding around his torso and her head settling into the crook of his neck.

“I don’t know what got into you tonight, she giggled, pressing a kiss to his collarbone, “But I liked it.”

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St. Pauli, a neighborhood in the German city of Hamburg, has demonstrated one of the most unusual applications of superhydrophobicity I’ve ever heard of. St. Pauli is known as a party district, and the residents of the area have grown understandably frustrated with inebriated visitors publicly urinating on their buildings and, yes, playgrounds. When fines failed to curb the issue, they took to treating walls chemically to make them superhydrophobic. As the targeted audience has discovered, water repellency tends to make liquid jets bounce off rather than run down a surface. Well played, St. Pauli. (Video credit: IG St. Pauli; submitted by entropy-perturbation)

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When two jets of liquid collide, they form a sheet of fluid.  As the speeds of the jets change, the sheet can become unstable, forming a set of liquid ligaments and droplets that look like a fish’s bones. This is shown in the video above. For purposes of orienting yourself, flow in the video is moving right to left and the video has been rotated 90-degrees clockwise (i.e. the two out-of-frame jets forming the flow seen are falling due to gravity). (Video credit: Sungjune Jung, University of Cambridge)

Red-eye to Dublin

Overnight
Plastic meal
Dark, long flight
Drugged up feel

Arrive sleepless
Heavy trunk
Sip Guinness
Oh god drunk

“Zip me up?” Michael smut preview

Michael walked out of the expansive closet rolling up the sleeves of his black button-down to his elbows. “You nearly ready to go?” He asked, stepping into his shoes. 

“Almost,” she called out while carefully applying her jet-black liquid eyeliner. 

It wasn’t until she replied that he actually took the time to look her over. And the sight before him sent all the blood in his body straight to his cock. Y/n was bent over their dresser, her ass in the air, as she put the finishing touches to her makeup. The lacy black garter belt he had bought her for Valentine’s Day secured around her waist was holding up her favorite pair of black thigh-highs. The look was completed with a lacy black bra and a matching thong. Michael felt his dick throb in his tight jeans and rubbed at his crotch to get a little friction. In a heartbeat, he was standing behind her, his semi pressing against her ass. He ran his hands up her bare sides and leaned down to press hot, wet kisses up the back of her neck. “Don’t you just want to stay home tonight kitten?” He lowly growled, trailing his hands up to cup her breasts. 

Laughing, she shook her head and leaned back against him, her head resting on his shoulder. “Baby, we’ve canceled on your parents twice. We have to go,” she cooed, removing his hands from her body. Swaying her hips tauntingly, y/n walked to the bed were she had laid out her favorite dress. She stepped into it slowly before pulling it up her body and turning so that her back was to her boyfriend. “Zip me up?” She asked, tossing her head over her shoulder to look at him. 

He swallowed thickly and nodded, his long legs carrying him across the room in just a few strides. Michael brushed her hair over her shoulder and with his left hand firmly on her hip, he slowly drug the zipper up her back. He leaned down and pressed a few kisses under her ear and inhaled her sweet scent. “You smell good,” he mumbled as he continued to scatter kisses over her neck and shoulder. 

“Well thank you,” she laughed, again pulling away from her wound up lover in order to finish getting ready. Michael watched as she slipped on her heals and put on the pearl earrings his mother bought her for her birthday. He loved his parents and really wanted to see them, but right now all he wanted to do was plow his girlfriend into his mattress. 

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Milk and juice vibrating on a speaker can put on a veritable fireworks display of fluid dynamics. Vibrating a fluid can cause small standing waves, called Faraday waves, on the surface of the fluid. Add more energy and the instabilities grow nonlinearly, quickly leading to tiny ligaments and jets of liquid shooting upward. With sufficiently high energy, the jets shoot beyond the point where surface tension can hold the liquid together, resulting in a spray of droplets. (Image credit: vurt runner, source video; h/t to @jchawner)