STURNIOLO FANFIC ā¢ POST-VIDEOSHOOT DRYHUMPING
sum. matt and y/n, caught in the heat of the "like me" music video shoot, steal a passionate moment in a cramped dressing room.
cw. dryhumping, sexual content, smut, nsfw.
the studio hummed with the aftermath of a long shoot, the air thick with the smell of coffee and warm lights. matt and nick had been at it for hours, filming a music video for a surprise diss track aimed at chrisājust a playful jab, something to make their brother laugh. the set was mostly cleared now, the crew on a quick break, nick sprawled in a corner scrolling through his phone, oblivious. the chaos had dialed down, leaving a quiet that felt almost intimate, like the world was holding its breath.
matt didnāt notice the quiet. he couldnāt, not with y/n pressed against him in the tiny dressing room, the door locked, the space so cramped their bodies had nowhere to go but closer. theyād been together for months, the kind of couple that thrived on stolen momentsāquick kisses between takes, her hand in his back pocket, his arm slung over her shoulders like it belonged there. but this? this was something else, a desperate edge to their need, the kind that comes when youāve been teasing each other all day, brushing past, catching eyes, knowing exactly whatās coming.
the dressing room was a messāmakeup brushes scattered on a narrow counter, a chipped mirror reflecting their tangled shapes, a single chair pushed against the wall. y/n was up on the counter, her legs spread, matt slotted between them, his hips grinding into hers with a slow, filthy rhythm that had them both panting. her hands were in his hair, tugging just hard enough to sting, her breath hot against his neck as she arched into him.
āfuck, matt,ā she whispered, voice low and ragged, her lips brushing his ear. āyouāre gonna ruin me like this.ā
he grinned, teeth grazing her jaw, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her tighter against him. āgood,ā he murmured, voice rough. ābeen thinking about this all fucking day.ā he rolled his hips again, deliberate, the friction of his jeans against her thin leggings sending sparks up his spine. he was hard, achingly so, the bulge in his pants pressing right where she needed it, and the way she gasped told him she felt every inch.
they werenāt new to thisāgrinding like horny teenagers, stealing moments where they couldābut today was different. maybe it was the adrenaline of the shoot, the way y/n had been teasing him all morning, brushing her ass against him when no one was looking, whispering dirty shit in his ear during a lighting reset. whatever it was, it had them both wound tight, ready to snap.
her crop top was rucked up, bunched above her bra, and mattās hands were everywhereāsliding up her sides, cupping her breasts through the lace, his thumbs brushing her nipples until she moaned, soft but desperate. āyouāre such a tease,ā she said, but there was no heat in it, just want, her legs hooking around his waist to pull him closer.
āme?ā he laughed, low and dirty, his lips trailing down her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. āyouāre the one wearing these fucking leggings.ā he punctuated it with a harder thrust, his cock straining against his jeans, dragging against her core through the layers of fabric. she was soakedāhe could tell, even without touching her, the way her hips bucked, chasing the pressure, her breath hitching every time he hit the right spot.
āshit,ā she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, scratching through his shirt. āmatt, faster.ā her voice was a plea, and it lit him up, made him grind harder, faster, the counter creaking under her weight. the mirror rattled, reflecting their messāher flushed cheeks, his dark eyes, the way their bodies moved like they were made for this.
he slid one hand down, gripping her ass, squeezing hard as he pulled her against him, setting a rhythm that was almost brutal. the denim of his jeans was rough, perfect, catching against her leggings just right, and she was falling apart, her moans getting louder, needier. āfuck, you feel so good,ā he said, voice low, almost a growl, his forehead pressed against hers. their breaths mingled, quick and shallow, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and her perfume.
āmattāgod,ā she whimpered, her thighs trembling, her hands clawing at his back like she was trying to climb him. āiām so close.ā her voice cracked, and that sound, that desperate edge, sent a shiver down his spine. he wanted to hear it again, wanted to make her shake, wanted to feel her come undone without even taking their clothes off.
āyeah?ā he said, his lips brushing hers, not quite a kiss, just a tease. ācome for me, baby. let me feel it.ā he ground into her harder, angling his hips to hit her clit through the layers, relentless, his hands keeping her pinned so she couldnāt squirm away. she was panting now, her moans turning to sharp little cries, her body tensing, arching, so close he could almost taste it.
āfuck, fuck, mattāā her orgasm hit like a wave, her body shuddering against him, her nails biting into his skin, her mouth open in a silent scream that turned into a low, broken moan. he felt her hips jerk, her thighs clamping around him, her whole body pulsing as she rode it out, grinding against him like she couldnāt stop. the sight of herāhead thrown back, lips red, eyes half-closedānearly pushed him over the edge.
he wasnāt done, though. he kept moving, slower now, dragging it out, chasing his own release. his cock throbbed, trapped in his jeans, but the friction was enough, her heat against him, the way she was still trembling, still clinging to him. āshit, y/n,ā he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips, his thrusts turning sloppy, desperate. āyouāre gonna make me lose it.ā
ādo it,ā she whispered, her voice wrecked, her lips brushing his. āwant you to.ā
that was it. he ground into her one last time, hard, and came with a low, guttural sound, his body shaking as the release hit, hot and overwhelming, his jeans damp where heād spilled. he buried his face in her neck, breathing hard, her scent grounding him as he came down, their bodies still pressed together, sweaty and spent.
they stayed like that, catching their breath, her hands softening in his hair, his arms loosening around her. the mirror showed them disheveledāher top still pushed up, his shirt wrinkled, both of them flushed and grinning like idiots.
āweāre a fucking mess,ā y/n said, her voice hoarse, a laugh bubbling up as she fixed her bra, tugging her top down.
āworth it,ā matt said, stealing a quick kiss, his lips lingering on hers, soft and lazy now. āalways worth it.ā
she smirked, hopping off the counter, her legs a little shaky as she smoothed her leggings. āyouāre gonna have to act normal out there,ā she said, nodding at the door. ānickās gonna know somethingās up.ā
ālet him,ā matt said, adjusting his jeans, still buzzing, still half-hard just looking at her. āheāll get over it.ā
y/n laughed, low and teasing, as she unlocked the door. āround two tonight?ā she asked, glancing back, her eyes glinting.
ācount on it,ā he said, and followed her out, the studio lights bright, the crew filtering back, the world snapping back into place; but the heat between them? that wasnāt going anywhere.
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