famous ★ s3 maddy perez x fem!reader
part 2 here SMUT blurb a/n: back to my roots with this one! love the concept of manager maddy
"trust me, this is going to be big."
then the she taps the record button.
you're already on your back, completely naked on maddy's sheets. you're a little shy, all things considered, but you trusted your manager knew what would be best for your career. you just didn't think it would be her fucking you on camera.
her free hand pushes your thighs apart, the other focusing the phone camera between your legs.
"hmm, already wet for me?"
her fingertips press against your pretty pink thong right over your clit. you hiss in response. your head lulls to one side and your cheek presses into the pillow. maddy watches all of it, her fingers feeling your wetness soak through the fabric.
"look at that. already so needy."
"maddy..." you whisper, refusing to look up at her, which would mean looking into the camera lens. she smiles at your shyness.
"what? i thought you wanted to be famous?" her fingers press even harder and your thighs shake a little. "this is how it's done."
finally she pushes the lace aside and swipes her fingers through your slick, ensuring the phone captures all of it. when she pulls back, a string of your slickness connects her finger to your pussy. she laughs under her breath and you can't help but feel small beneath her.
"what makes you wetter—being famous or fucked by your manager?"
she doesn't give you any warning before she sinks her fingers inside you. your back instantly arches off the bed and a surprised moan escapes your lips.
"bit of both, huh?"
"maddy," you repeat, but it comes out as a whine now. your voice only grows in volume as she curls her fingers. "fuckkk—maddy!"
"right there, yeah?"
she leans over you to get an angle of your face twisted up in pleasure. as she does, her hard nipples press against the thin fabric of her tank top and you find yourself wondering if this is really just all for the video.
but that thought is short-lived as she removes her fingers with a wet squelch before rapidly pushing them back in. your thighs attempt to close around her hand but she nudges one of them back out with her elbow.
"no, no, no, let them see. let them all see how much you're enjoying this."
her fingers find a rhythm that has your hips bucking and consistent whines pushing past your lips. she hears every variation of "please" and "don't stop" and her name as your fingers claw at the sheets. she smiles devilishly realizing you don't need any practice. you're a natural.
"yeah, gonna make you so famous."













