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Red Handed!

38- “want help with that?”

Body Piecer! Matty: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 

Teehee for the sake of convenience they live together in this one. Thank you for the request!! I genuinely get so excited when I get any requests for body piercer <3

Contains: 2k of just a detailed depiction of Matty touching himself…my bad, him getting caught jerking off (with her panties), her watching him get off, dirty talk, spit play, facial 

WC: ~3.2k

Matty’s POV

Matty can hardly contain himself from the second he steps inside your shared flat, it’s like he’s burning up from the inside. The whole drive home from the piercing shop he’d been uncomfortably aware of the straining against his boxers. Why? Because you’d so kindly slipped a pair of your panties into one of his pockets for him to find.

In your defense, you really didn’t think he would find them at work. Luckily for him, it was towards the end of his shift, just as he was finishing up with his last client. He had reached into his pockets to rest his hands there when he felt a soft, lacy fabric tickling at his fingertips. He’d tried his hardest to keep a straight face as he was talking the customer through the piercing care process, feeling at the fabric to try and figure out if something had gotten stuck in there when doing the laundry. With an instructional packet bestowed upon the man and a shaking of hands, the client left, allowing Matty to hurry into the back room to investigate. He swears he had almost groaned out loud when he’d fished out the pair of your panties, thumbing over the lacy fabric as he stared at them with wide eyes. Immediately, he recognized them as the ones he’d pulled off of you with his teeth last night. 

“Fuck…” he’d murmured, already feeling a stir in his cargo pants and a flush of heat roll through his body, “that little minx wants to kill me.”

He’d shoved the underwear into one of the side pockets of his pants and zipped it closed so he wouldn’t be tempted to take them out again. Matty ran a slightly trembling hand through his mohawk, hissing out a breath between his teeth as he forced himself to pull it together and focus on the closing procedures… which he rushed through, he’ll admit that much. His coworkers had watched as he raced around the shop, exchanging glances with each other as he preemptively fumbled with his car keys (that have far too many key chains attached to them) before dashing out the door with an “okayseeyoumatesgoodnight!”. He’d forgotten to even put on music in the car on the way home, that’s how distracted he was.

Now, he’s sat on the couch with the TV on, sitting with his legs spread as he tries to ignore how unfathomably horny he is. One of his legs impatiently bounces up and down as he continues to remind himself that you’ll be home in a few hours, that he’s not a teenager and he has the self-control to wait until then. But god damn, he’s so aware of the fact that your panties are sitting in his pocket, they might as well be burning a hole through the fabric. Matty bites his lip, the image flashing through his mind like a ricocheting bullet as he thinks back to the look on your face when he’d bit down on the waistband of your underwear and dragged them down your legs. He lives for those moments when you look at him with lustful wonderment, he’d do anything to steal your breath away like you do to him so often. He groans at the dull throb that resounds from the protrusion down his thigh, tilting his head back against the cushions. He can’t even remember what movie he’d put on. 

Just a little relief… he thinks to himself as he allows one hand to slide down over his band t-shirt slowly, skimming down his chest and over his stomach until it settles over the subtle bulge in his trousers. Tingles erupt under his fingertips. Matty licks his lips, dragging the tip of his pierced tongue over his plump bottom lip as he begins to ever so slightly tease himself. It’s far, far too hot in the room, his clothes which are normally so comfortable feel as though they’re suffocating him. The pressure at his crotch is almost unbearable, it’s the only thing he can focus on besides how much he wishes you were here. His cock twitches under his ginger touch, he doesn’t have to undress to know that by this point, beads of precum have soaked into his boxers. His lips part with a quiet gasp as he slowly strokes his fingers over himself, looking up at the ceiling almost like he’s begging for forgiveness for being so wanton. But he deserves this, doesn’t he? You must have wanted this, after all.

The movie continues as background noise, muffled by the sound of Matty’s heartbeat pumping in his ears, his blood roaring in his veins. He traces his fingers up and down along the outline of his erection, it’s not nearly enough to satiate himself. He should stop, he knows he should stop, but it feels so fucking good. His brows draw together with bliss as he gets bold enough to squeeze himself roughly through his pants, feeling a rush of sensation spread deep inside him as his hips jump forward into his palm. He curses under his breath, his eyes fluttering closed as he tries to pace himself, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Of course, it wasn’t the first time he’d touched himself to you. Hell, he’d shamefully jerked off to the thought of you the night after he’d pierced your tits, all because he couldn’t get you out of his head. He’d vowed he’d never do it again, but he’s just a man after all. He spent many nights with just him, his right hand, and a lingering nip of guilt while he relived every second of you being at the shop. Maybe he’d admit that to you someday if he was intoxicated enough. 

“Fuck it,” he grumbles to himself, now hastily fumbling with his belt to undo it as his eyes snap open with determination. 

He doesn’t even bother to slide his trousers all the way down, he just tugs them down along with his boxers just enough to pull out his weeping, throbbing cock. Matty lets out a shuddering breath of relief to be free from the confines of too many layers, running his thumb tentatively over the angrily flushed tip. Gathering the pearly beginnings of his release, he hisses at the sensitivity of his dick having been neglected for too long. 

To keep the fabric out of the way, he brings the hem of his shirt up to his mouth, biting down and keeping it between his teeth. Matty allows himself to wrap his hand around the head, dragging the slickness of his precum down his shaft, feeling the protruding veins against his palm. Once he reaches his base, he languidly strokes upward again, twisting his wrist just like how you usually do it. He groans, the sound slightly muffled as he grits his teeth against the hem of his shirt, allowing his memories of you getting him off to puppeteer his hand. It never feels as good as yours, but it’s enough to offer him what he’s itching for. 

Matty begins to move faster, finding his sensual rhythm as he constricts his fingers harder around his cock, another spurt of precum spilling from the tip. He times the pumps of his hand with the needy upstrokes of his hips rolling into his fist to chase the crescendo of sensation, of pure relief. Beads of sweat gather on his forehead like a sheen across his skin as the tension pleasantly builds, permeating through his whole body. 

“Oh, fuck,” he murmurs, reaching into his pocket with his free hand to toy with your panties while pleasuring himself. 

His fingers twist at the lace as he continues to stroke himself harder and faster, his chest heaving. He breathes out your name into the empty room between pants for breath, his heart racing as he feels himself inch closer to euphoria. Normally, he’d slow down and tease himself a bit longer, prolonging his pleasure to make the release feel that much better. But not tonight. Tonight, he can’t stand the idea of being kept any longer from the sweet remedy to the ache in his bones. His moans get unabashedly louder, his eyes rolling back as his hips jerk upwards with more urgency to the point that he’s almost fucking his fist. So completely lost in the moment, he doesn’t catch the sound of the front door being unlocked… 

Your POV

With a quiet sigh, you unlock the door and push it open, feeling exhaustion weighing you down like it was trying to drag you to the floor. You couldn’t lie, you were pretty relieved when you found out the after-work drinks with your coworkers were canceled. It had been a long day, and really, the only thing that was keeping you going was thinking about coming home to your gorgeous mohawked boyfriend. Especially because now you get to surprise him by getting back early, it was perfect material for a cozy night in. 

Placing your keys on the counter next to his, you begin to stretch your arms over your head only to freeze in your tracks when you hear it. You can almost feel your ears prick up at the sound of a deep moan spilling from Matty’s lips, a sound you’ve come to know very well. Just like that, you’ve found your second wind, a flood of warmth overcoming you and waking up your every nerve. Realization simmers in you as it clicks that he must have discovered the “treat” you’d left for him.

Your feet are carrying you through your flat before you can process it, walking on your toes to keep your presence a secret. You follow the sounds of rustling fabric and breathless, pornographic grunts, your heart thrumming against your ribs faster with every step. Peeking around the corner into your shared living space, that’s when you find him, your stomach instantly swooping at the sight. His head is tilted back against the cushions, eyes squeezed shut so can’t see the look of pure lust cross your face as you stare at his diligently working hand. You lean against the wall, exhaling a shuddering breath as you resist the urge to instantly jump onto his lap and take over for him. You instead slowly drink in the eye candy before you: his shirt caught in his teeth, the lace of your panties poking out of the pocket that his hand is shoved in, the way his hips are writhing against the couch. It was too perfect for words to describe. Not to mention how fucking good he sounds, being so carelessly vocal. It feels like your whole body is buzzing, heat pooling in you almost embarrassingly quickly as a shiver skitters up your spine. You’re already soaked as you watch him with your mouth dropped open. Then, you hear your name like a prayer on his lips and you just can’t help yourself.

“Want help with that?” you call out to him. 

Matty shouts out a shocked “fuck me!”, his eyes snapping open as he lets his shirt fall from his mouth, hurriedly using the fabric to cover himself. In a panic, he sits up ramrod straight only to find you casually leaning against the wall, a little coy smile painted on your lips. He groans, covering his face with slightly trembly hands as he tries to calm his racing heart. 

“Fuckin’ hell. Scaring me half to death like that, the fuck… can’t have a wank in peace,” he mutters, dragging his hands down his face as he looks over at you with exaggeratedly weary eyes. 

You can’t help but laugh a bit at his distress, striding over to him and dropping to your knees before your boyfriend. Apologetically you lean up to kiss him on the lips, whispering a muffled “‘m sorry” against them while cupping his flushed face. His breath is hot against your mouth as you pull away, Matty’s chest still rising and falling quickly with shallow breaths. 

“Hello to you too…” he murmurs, a lively glint flashing in his eyes while he shakes his head at you with playful disapproval. 

“You having fun without me?” you whisper, pouting your lips at him.

“Oh, don’t act so innocent now. Have you got any idea how these ended up in here?” Matty smiles wolfishly, pulling your panties out from his pocket to dangle them in front of your face off of one finger. 

“I’ve never seen those before.”

“No? That’s odd, ‘cause I distinctly remember you begging me to take them off you last night.”

You sputter with the lack of a comeback, cheeks flushing at the reminder of your neediness. Instead of fighting him with wits, you take the panties from his hand and toss them to the side, ridding you of the barrier between your lips and his. You kiss him hard, making Matty groan against your mouth as you stay kneeling between his spread legs, slotting your lips against his in a clash of teeth and tongues. His hands find your hair, inhaling you deeply while he knots his fingers into your tresses. You kiss until you both need to come up for air, left breathless and staring into each other’s eyes with intention. 

“You didn’t have to stop,” you whisper, the implication of your statement not lost on him in the slightest. 

Matty’s eyes light up as smugness pulls at his lips. He nips at your lower lip with his teeth, tugging at it before letting go to tease you, of course. He’s never dry of silver-tongued comments that make you blush to your roots. 

“You wanna watch me touch myself? Dirty girl. You like shit like that, don’t you?” he chuckles lowly. 

A soft moan slips past your lips at his words, your hands moving down to his thighs, running over them in encouragement as you feel your body only getting warmer. He leans in and captures your lips sweetly before gently putting his hands on your shoulders and easing you into kneeling down in front of him. You pliantly allow him to move you, leaning your cheek against his knee as you stare up at him adoringly. Matty coos at the sight of you, running his thumb over your cheek with gentle appreciation, a of reprieve amidst the rush. 

He fully takes his shirt off this time, tossing it to the side in a heap on the couch. He sighs out as he looks down at his cock resting heavily against his stomach, leaking precum near his colorful rose tattoo. You watch as Matty grabs himself at his base, feeling a flutter between your thighs while he begins to slowly stroke himself while looking down at you with half-lidded eyes burning into you.

“Spit on it for me, sweetheart,” he whispers, gesturing towards his cock with a nod. 

Your breath hitches in your throat at the blunt request, because god damn. Without a moment of hesitation, you lean upwards, gathering saliva in your mouth. The whine you make as he taps his tip against your bottom lip is simply obscene. Matty smirks as he smugly observes the string of his precum connecting your lips to his cock. Sticking your tongue out, you allow a few drips of spit to land on the flushed head, blinking up at him prettily as it dribbles down his shaft. A low groan rumbles in his chest while he strokes your hair, holding his dick steady for you with a tightening grip. With the last of your saliva, you lean down and properly spit on his tip, making Matty hum with approval. 

“Atta girl,” he murmurs, feeling himself twitch in his hand while he reaches to gather the slickness. 

And, god, he knows how to put on a good show. You watch from the floor, your cheek smushed against his knee while he keeps his legs spread wide. Matty fists his cock with vigor, staring down into your eyes with such intensity that you feel as though you may shatter. You’re completely lost in his rhythm, the writhing of his body, his every grunt and gasp. You gaze at him hazily, trying to commit this moment to memory and file it away for a lonely night. He’s finding himself teetering on the edge much quicker with you watching him, knowing you’re tracking his every move. It’s exhilarating.

"Shit. You look so pretty down there," he smiles, playing with your hair with his free hand.  

“Does it feel good?” you purr, keeping one hand tracing little patterns on his thigh. 

“Mmm, you know it does, angel. Not as good as you do though. Nothing’s as tight as that sweet cunt of yours.”

Your head tilts forward with a longing groan and Matty just laughs breathlessly, knowing the effect he has on you. The urge to satiate yourself in any way is burning you up from the inside, but you behave, squirming slightly on the ground while your thighs press together. You watch as his face screws up with the tension of his impending release.

“Oh, fuck…” he hisses, “gonna cum, baby. Where do you want me?”

You move quickly, wordlessly leaning up and opening your mouth, sticking out your tongue with a flair of sensuality. Matty grins lazily, his eyes glinting with the pride of you being his perfect girl. With a few more rushed pumps of his cock and breathy, repeated swears, he lets out a loud, guttural moan and loses control, the tension inside him snapping with a sense of sweet relief. He watches hazily as his thick ropes of cum land on your tongue, some spurting onto your cheek and your chin despite his efforts to aim steady. You shudder, feeling his warm release grace your skin as you have the pleasure of seeing him fall apart before your eyes. He gives himself one last drawn-out stroke before letting go, chasing his breath as his body goes limp against the couch cushions. He peers down at you, drunk on his orgasm as you swallow the saltiness on your tongue. Matty slowly reaches and wipes away the stray drips on your chin with his thumb. 

“Sorry ‘bout that, sweet girl,” he whispers, placing his soiled thumb on your lips for you to clean, like he knows you will. 

You graciously take his thumb into your mouth, licking and sucking away the last of his cum like you’re simply starving for it. Matty’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he observes you quietly, not hiding how he’s loving every second of this. Once you’ve finished, you release his thumb with a pop, a clear craving for approval written all over your face. His heart swells in his chest at the sight of you.

“C’mere. I’ll show you what happens to girls who use their knickers to be menaces to their boyfriends,” he roars, grasping you at your sides to tickle you as he pulls you up onto his lap in a fit of giggles. 

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I watched a couple of the consumption clips for this… for PURELY RESEARCH PURPOSES. Don’t look at me like that. 

🐝anon the shirt between his teeth bit goes out to you queen, that concept has never left my mind dude 

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Matty in his Johnny Knoxville era

Someone wanna help me with my next chapter of my fic cuz man I be struggling !!!!????

Chapter 6

Word count :882

This chapter is really short and doesn’t really have any importance (in my opinion) I just needed something to write at the time so did a quick update on it

I make my way upstairs, swiftly check on Lou he's sound asleep , I love that kid more than anything in the world, I close the door over leaving space for a little bit of light to make its way through the room. I then slip into my room leaving my door open just a little in case Lou wakes up and needs me.

I strip out of my clothes and just into my boxers, brush my teeth in the bathroom then come back to bed pulling out my laptop to pull up and old English exam paper to have a go at that. I send George a quick message letting him know I'm free whenever he is ready. The ringtone rings through my room no later then five minutes. I place my laptop onto the bed and sit cross legged on the bed and press accept and it goes through smiling at the screen.

"Hey there ". Wow he really is handsome, he's sat at a desk and he's fixing up his hair and has a zoot between his lips.

"Hello there Matty, how are you feeling ", Shit his voice deep.

"I'm doing alright at moment, but todays been a mad one Jesus Christ." I lean over to my bedside table and take zoot from the drawer just so he's not the only one smoking and light up. As he 蝷exhales, he smiles and there it goes again those damn butterflies, what the heck is this.

"You sure you are doing okay right now because that's why I'm here, I'm here to make sure you're alright."

"Yeh no I'm doing alright, I just need someone to take my mind off of everything, Maybe just watch a film with someone."

He smiles at me like an idea just popped into his head " I could help with that, Have you seen Marquis it's a really cool interesting thriller", His eyes basically grow three sizes bigger from excitement.

I smile at his excitement "No I can't say I have no", The face he makes at me this time makes me giggle.

"Then that's what were going to do, were gunna watch that together, smoke a few then we can check in on how were feeling after yeh?"

"Sounds good to me ". I smile at how happy he looks at the prospect "what sight is it on?"

"It's on Hulu, I can screenshare it to you in a moment just make sure you comfortable it's not something you're going to want to miss, I'm going to get snacks and go pee and I'll be back.

"Okay ill go gets a coffee "I watch him exit the screen then I do the same and I quickly grab myself a coffee and I pick up a bag of crisps just in case I feel the need to eat them, it takes me all of five minutes to come back. I get comfortable in bed while I wait for George to return. Leaning back over to my bedside table I pick up another zoot and light it taking a long drag helping me relax. George comes back after about 5 minutes with a hand full of snacks and like 3 energy drinks which makes me giggle again "Do you really need that much stuff bro?"

"Well I never know what I'm going to want, could change my mind." He drops all the snacks onto his bed and then picks up his laptop bringing it from the desk to his bed " I know your not wearing your shirt but do you mind if I take mine off "

"Sure, go ahead get comfy, I don't mind." I just sit and watch him go about his nightly routine until hes ready to sit and watch the film.

"Okay lets go , ill screenshare it now" the film comes into view on the screen and we both get comfortable watching the film smoking our zoots and just being in each others company. After about 20 minutes I remember I had coffee sitting "whoops", I pick up the mug its gone cold but whatever I made it so ill just drink it. The liquid going down my through makes me shudder cold coffee is genuinely the worst

"You doing alright there Matty"

"Yeh, cold coffee is just rank ay"

The film is actually pretty good I wouldn't say its exactly my type of thing but its still good either way, after an hour or so I feel my eyelids start to fall. I feel really relaxed for the first time in quite some time.I try to keep myself awake but its getting harder too.

"If your tired you can sleep you know we can finish this another day love"

"I want you stay though, can you stay while I sleep"

"If that's what you need I can "

" Please", my eyelids close on me as he agrees to stay on the call with me while I sleep. I don't know what he does while I sleep but I hope he's okay.

This chapter  is a little shorter but if there is anything anyone wants to add or feels would be good to add just let me know 

I genuinely just want to give em both a hug 

I will correct the mistakes when ive completed this.

introducing mate to The 1975 (idk if it’s the girls on the song or them ) but she’s living 😂

When you’ve got the world beat laptop lock-screen and your laptop is plugged into your tv and this is all you seeeee 😍😍😍😍

This is just a small one shot I thought of based on one of my favourite songs , it’s pants and I know it could be soooo much better but it’s like 6am and I’m so sorry if it sucks

Called “Now your mine” , written from Mattys perspective, there about 17-18 and there isn’t much warnings for it other than maybe slight jealousy and cheating

(Changed the feminine pronouns to male ones just for the Fic)

I saw him standing cross the AstroTurf , I couldn’t believe that you had got there first.

Playing footie on the Astro after school is something that we always did before we wrong home, That day was no different I was standing with Ross and Hann just waiting for George to come along , as he did I could see that he was with her! Again , what a nightmare she is , and from the look already on his face I could tell that something was going on something was brewing between them. She was just chatting away to him and it looked like she was genuinely draining the life out of him. I couldn’t help but watch his every move as he came over to us, his broad shoulder and tall frame dark hair righted up in the bin that had always drive me wild. I couldn’t help being jealous of her and how she had somehow managed to crowd her way into George’s life, with her stupid little laugh and long ass legs (what that’s got to do with anything I’ll never know but there we go that’s what’s annoying me today), I’d loved George for as long as I’d known him but how could she just turn up one day and turn his life upside down.

You said you loved him did you really though , already had someone else on the go

They’d been together about five months at this point and George appeared to be totally smitten by her, she was always around , at school , when we hung out, always coming to see him at work and he even had to bring her to practise. She said she loved him too but the amount of stories I’d heard from others that would disprove this theory was immeasurable. I don’t know much about her but I know that she’d been with nearly ever lad out year and is now just making her way through the year below George being the newest she’d gotten her fuckin claws into. I’d brung it up with George a million times but he just told me every time that “she’s changed”, “she loves him” , but I’d heard that no matter how she was with or how ever many times she’d “changed” , she just used people and cheated every chance she got, she’d probably be looking for her new prey at this point. Not that I’d ever call George prey because he could stick up for himself and he was my best mate but even Hann dislikes her and he doesn’t dislike anyone you know.

And yes he stayed the night and he, he probably shouldn’t have.

He’s stayed the night, we’d spent a few hours with the lads practicing for the gig we had lined up down the pub that weekend and on the off occasion that , she hadn’t actually come he stayed over, it was a Thursday night and we’d gotten high after dinner and we were watching re-runs of friends. Laying next to each other I could feel the height coming off him I was the close to. I couldn’t keep my eyes of him, blowing out the smoked as his cheeks hollow out, his eyes slightly blood shot, his lips always so pretty.

“ Bro , you know you can take a picture right it’ll last well longer”, even his laugh his godly.

This leads us into a conversation about how he’d been so quiet and to himself recently, comes to think of it if he wasn’t at home, he was with her. We hadn’t seen him in months and when we did he just seemed off, upset, maybe even traumatised if that was the right word. He’d tried to say he was fine but I could tell he wasn’t,

Look in his eyes tell , tell me you wouldn’t have

I had to get him to be honest , his eyes weren’t as bright as they used to me, not as full as optimism and mischief as they had once been. They just seemed dull, as did he just tired and overall done with everything. So I pushed him to be honest with me. And that’s when he told me that Little Miss Jessie is just as bad as everyone says she is, That they argue all the time , that’s she’s manipulative , doesn’t trust him, won’t leave him alone. He’d told me that she’s always at him for being out and not with her or always making him feel like the bad guy. She overall just treats him like shit but he loves her and doesn’t want to hurt her even after the fact that he’s so upset by everything.

All is fair in matters of the heart so , go ahead and tear this friendship apart

We’d gotten into a massive discussion about the fact that he has to look out for number one no matter how much you may love someone, that the people you love shouldn’t be allowed to do as they please just because they feel like it. And then.

As I’d like magic he turned me and told me that he just couldn’t take it anymore and that he doesn’t want to leave her but doesn’t know what to do about it, his head fell onto my shoulder and a few tears let slip, I wiped them away holding him close to me. I waited till he had calmed down a little bit. Holding him this close to me wasn’t helping my situation in anyway what-so-ever and I couldn’t hold myself back. While I was comforting him I brung my lips to his cheek and then the other I could feel the heat raising throughout my body and when I looked at him we both leaned into each other and my world fell into place. Our lips met and our souls connected on a deeper level.

“What was that Matty!”

“George honestly , I’ve loved you since the day I met you and I just can’t watch you go through it with little miss perfect anymore I just wanted you to know that, and if ….if you don’t feel the same that’s fine….but please for the love of God ….you have to get rid of her….she’s just messing with you ead”

He then pulled me into him again , into a brain melting kiss. I closed my eyes this time and pulled him closer to me feeling his hands trail up my body until they were resting on my flaming hot cheeks and mine where shoved into his shirt that I grabbed onto for dear life.

“Gimmie your phone love” , we pulled away from each other for a second to breath and he passed me his phone after he’d pulled it from his pocket, I punched in the passcode and found her contact sending her

“It’s not my fault you know what’s done is done , he wanted me let it be , we’re still so young , which I could say that sorry I’m wrong but it’s not my fault that you got cheated on - Matty ❤️”. I send it away and got back to the task at hand.

Based off of “Cheating” by Michael Aldag

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