1 stalker, 2 pervs
warnings: smut, mdni, mature themes, p in v penetration, clit stim, unprotected sex, dirty talk, squirting, riding, phone sex, backshots, oral (f receiving) dry humping, fondling, toy play, humiliation kink, cursing, dirty talk, belly bulge, dumbification, slight choking, cum eating (m &f), age gap, if i missed any lmk :3
summary: perv winwin & yangyang x fangirl reader
requested! thanks for being so patient with this one!
winwin and yangyang were obsessed with their pretty fan girl. some would consider you somewhat of a saesang, to others yes it does come across that way, but you know the truth, you know yangyang pays for all your flights and accommodation so you can come see him in concert. you know winwin always asks you to come to filming locations for some extra special motivation. you don’t just show up to their dorms or apartments unannounced, they invite you over.
yangyang thinks it’s funny when you get called out for being a saesang, watching online discourse take place in your name, calling you obsessive, dangerous, a stalker, but you have never once paid for any of their info and you have never sold it either. winwin thinks you are the prettiest girl in the world, he always apologises for not being able to take part in nct/wayv promotions due to his acting commitments but he remains thankful that you support this career move just as much as his music.
when yangyang brings you out to see winwin together, you all go back to wins hotel and they both love on you, have you crying and shaking, hair clinging to your neck and forehead with sweat. you had grown up with nct and wayv, attending concerts and fanmeets throughout your teens, but when they first started this little fling with you, you were freshly an adult, they felt like such pervs, eyeing up the cute 20 year old who they had met hundreds of times, now freely touching your hands and arms during fansigns, looking at your legs and up your skirt as you walk away from the table and down the line, scanning your chest, imagining what kind of bra your wearing if you’re wearing one at all, what your boobs look like under your shirt, nipples perked up and begging to be toyed with.
yangyang is the bolder one of the two, not ashamed to be seen in public with you, out at restaurants, grabbing coffee, sure he tries to “disguise” himself but everyone knows who it is, and everyone recognises you, so it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who you’re with. when you’re spotted with winwin, it’s mostly snapshots of you on his sets, keeping heating packs to his cheeks to keep him warm and holding fans to him to cool him down. nctzens across the internet complaining every time a new picture is dropped, saying that you are a psycho, been stalking these boys for years and now you’re legal you’re forcing yourself into their beds and infiltrating their lives and schedules.
yangyang always teases you, whenever you stop by his house, after he’s invited you, he lets you in with a quick “hi stalker” making you roll your eyes. you’ll be on his couch, watching tv while his palm gently grazes your stomach over your shirt while he hugs you, his thumb intentionally bumping the under side of your boob while he does.
“you keep touching my boob”
“no i’m not, just holding you close”
“you’re touching my boob”
“you wish i was touching your boob, plus you’re not even wearing a bra, so its not my fault even if i did”
you go quiet, because you do, wish he would push his hands up inside your shirt and squeeze and fondle you, pinch your nipples and twist them hard, you wish he would just initiate what you came here for quicker. he chuckles at your lack of comeback
“say it baby”
“no…”
“oh come on, don’t be shy, just tell me”
“you’re so annoying you know that? okay fine, i wish you were touching my boobs, happy?”
you sit back to look at his smirk while he nods his head yes cheekily, his hands coming up to grab the hem of your shirt, it’s barely even a shirt, a skin tight, paper thin tank top that he can see every curve of your torso in, clinging to you and your boobs, nipples poking through the material. he pulls it up and off and watches your boobs bounce and recoil as the fabric snaps off you.
“sitting here all innocent, pretending to watch our show, when really you just want these played with right?”
he cups your boobs and gives them a light squeeze before shaking his hands and jiggling them slightly
“mhm…”
“is it cold in here? nipples are so hard baby, could take my eye out”
you laugh and push his chest before he’s laying back against the couch arm rest, bringing you to straddle him
“want you to ride me like this, let me watch them bounce”
you grind down on him instinctively just to relieve some of that tension in your core and he laughs
“at least wait for me to get your clothes off baby, god so desperate”
you stand off him and he tugs your leggings down, and your not wearing any underwear
“you’re impossible you know that? came all the way here with no bra and no panties? that needy for me?”
you just giggle, knowing that he’s somewhat wound up and turned on at how desperate you are. he pulls himself out of his pants, keeping his clothes mostly on, wanting you to feel any kind of embarrassment from being completely nude for him while he remains dressed. you straddle him again, dragging his length up and down your slit before pushing down and sitting fully, both of you let out a breathy moan at the squeeze. he brings his thumb to your clit and your legs twitch either side of him
“you’re so wet, i haven’t even done anything and your cunt swallowed me whole”
“shut up, knew what you were doing”
“oh yeah, playing with these”
he smirks as his free hand comes up to fully grab your tit, jiggling it before moving on to the other making you whine. he pinches your nipple between his finger as you start to grind your hips on him, twisting and tugging at it and your head falls back, pushing your chest closer to him.
“so pretty baby, keep going, fuck yourself for me”
you pick up the pace, moving with a steadier rhythm, with more purpose, grinding in between each bounce of your hips. your arms fall back and against his thighs for leverage as you lift yourself off him, dropping back down before you’re moving your arms again to hold onto his shoulders. you’re a fidgety thing, always searching for the right angle and trying to hold onto him. your hands claw at his shirt over his shoulders and chest, he keeps up with his derogatory praise, you don’t know how he does it but he’s able to degrade you and praise you all in the same breath, the same sentence.
“luckiest little fangirl there is huh? greedy cunt getting split open on your favourite idol, so fucking good for me baby, love this nasty little pussy so much”
you’re whining and moaning, his words and his dick hitting that spot inside of you sending shockwaves through your veins.
“let me call win, bet he’s missing his best girl”
he slides his phone out his pocket and facetimes winwin, a few rings later he’s picking up and the camera is already flipped to you, yangyang smirks as winwin panics and holds his phone close to his chest, fears that his cast mates have just seen what’s happening on his phone screen. hurriedly walking to another room alone.
“thought you might like to see what pretty girl is up to”
“fuck look at her, hi baby”
“h-hi- ah!”
yangyang free hand is back on your clit rubbing harsh circles all for winwin to see
“she’s doing so good, i’m not even doing anything she’s just taking it herself”
“yeah she’s good like that, have you came yet sweetheart?”
“no… i’m close though, fuck yangie it feels so good! so big”
his hand moves from your clit and to the bulge in your belly that disappears and reappears every time you sink down.
“yeah? filling you up nice?”
“mhm! oh shit! it’s so good”
winwin starts to jerk himself off quickly, doing anything he can to relieve himself asap before being called back to set
“fuck princess, keep going, riding him so good, look at those tits, so gorgeous, you look so beautiful like this baby”
yangyang hurls a glob of spit at you, aiming and hitting your chest, it shines in the glow of the living room light, before he’s sitting up, mouth going to take one of your nipples in his mouth, biting and licking the skin around it, you hold his phone, holding it back in selfie mode and let winwin watch as you ride his best friend, while he sucks and licks at your chest
“you feel good? you look like you’re about to cum princess”
“feels so good winnie… i’m so close”
“you gonna let her cum yang?”
he pulls off you
“oh for sure, want her to soak me”
when your hips start faltering his got both hands either side of you, holding you up as his hips thrust up and drove into you at a new found speed, drilling into you while you shakw with the force, you’re holding onto his phone, angling so it catches your fucked out face, tits swaying and the brief view of yangyangs hips meeting yours. winwin watches as you drool and eyes cross struggling to speak with just how good yangyang is fucking into you
your muscles lock as you feel the band tighten and tighten before it snaps. your mouth hangs open, spit tumbling down your chin and in between your tits keeping them shiny from spit, your eyes roll back and the faint hiss of your orgasm falls on winwin ears.
“fuck baby! look at you!”
you can’t move, can’t really hear him until he’s taking his phone from your hands and panning it to showcase your squirt covering his shirt, lap and some on his couch, his hips still bucking into you with the same force. he wraps a hand around your neck, holding you up as he shows winwin the scene, hips stilling inside you as he paints your walls with thick seed. groaning as the sound of his jean clad thighs thumping against your ass comes to a slow stop. winwin groans as he keeps pumping himself.
“let me see her leak”
you let out a little noise as yangyang shoves you off him, feeling empty and started at the sudden movement. he has you on your back at the opposite end of the couch and comes to sit on his knees, phone held up above your legs as he pushes them open, your cunt still twitching and gaping around nothing, before the thick white starts pooling out of you. you hear both of them groan at the sight, winwin finally letting go of his own hot spurts of cum too.
“she made such a fucking mess”
“yeah couch is soaked, how much did she squirt? jesus”
“a lot, not seen her in a couple days so she was pent up, isn’t that right baby?”
his tone is mocking as he brings a hand to your face, cupping and squeezing as he baby talks you, rocking your head side to side with his hand. you giggle dumbly and nod yes as best you can.
“i gotta clean this messy pup up, speak to you soon, get back to work”
winwin doesn’t have time to bite back before he’s hanging up, throwing his phone on the table, and pushing your legs apart, watching as his cum has leaked in between your ass cheeks, licking a long hot strip through your cheeks then your folds to gather it up before spitting it back down on you. you moan at the lewd gesture and try and grind your hips up to meet his lips again
“sit still mutt”
he dives back it, arms strong while holding you down, licking sucking and slurping at your cunt, his own cum covering his lips and chin now, eating it out of you and cleaning you up. you shiver as he keeps lapping at you, squirting again, he chuckles as it sprays him and he moves back to watch it flood out of you.
“fuck… look at that”
“yangie”
you pout and thrash as he lets go of your legs, humping up against nothing, legs twitching and hips grinding. after you’ve calmed down he keeps you naked on the couch in his lap again, watching tv while you grind against his clothed thigh.
when you finally get real alone time with winwin he doesn’t waste much time before he’s got you on all fours in his bed, pulling your hair back in a makeshift ponytail creating the perfect arch for him, an evil smirk on his face as he humiliates you
“missed this little stalker pussy so much”
“m’not a stalker- ah! winwin!”
“sure you’re not”
he laughs as he feels you clench around him
“did you miss me?”
“you- you know i did, missed you so much, f—fuck… missed your dick so much”
“yeah you did”
he keeps ploughing into you, picking up some pace and his free hand pulls you back against him harder. your breathing hard and heavy through gritted teeth, eyes watering. your whines and whimpers spur him on when he feels you cum around him his hand moves from your hip to snake around your front and in between your legs, fingers strumming against your clit in fast circles causing you to sob out. he pulls you by the hair to bring you deep down on him, keeping you there as you shake and cum again. it’s not long before you feel his hot speed filling you up, you feel full to the brim, like it’s going to leak out of every crevice of your being, weeks, maybe months of pent up release, sure he’s jerked off but even winwin can’t deny that nothing is as good as cumming inside of you, his pretty dumb stalker.
of course he knows your not really a stalker like some of the other saesangs, but he does remind you how you came to be like this with him, first started as just a fangirl, following them on your, going to multiple dates, staying at the same hotels, going to any events they’re at, waiting for them to sign photo cards and albums, showing up to film premieres and getting invites to private screenings. you were determined, enamoured by them, and himself and yangyang couldn’t help but give into their own urges.
his hips stop rolling slowly, pulling out and pushing you forward, face falling into the pillows as he watches his seed drip and gloop out of you, glazing down your thighs slowly. you know not to move, you know he loves to watch as you push him all out, loves how gross and disgusting it is, watching your cunt expel all of his sticky cum, listening to the air bubbles and wet globs as your cunt spits him out.
“that’s it, make a mess baby”
you feel his palms gently rub up your thighs, purposely smearing himself all over you.
“c-can i taste it? please… been so long”
his fingers scoop some up, collecting his cum on two of his fingers from between your folds, then lays his palm out as you push more out, bringing his hand to your face. your tongue falls out, flat and wide and he splats his palm on it, letting you lick his whole palm, dragging it down slowly letting you lick and suck the fingers with his cum on them.
“there you are, eat up… oh you were hungry for it”
he watches amused as you guzzle every drop you can, holding his wrist to keep his palm infront of you, licking and slurping even when all that’s left is the shine of your spit covering his digits.
the three of you don’t have any idea what you would call your relationship, it’s definitely more than just a fangirl x idol thing, but it’s not exactly a relationship or even friends with benefits, it’s unprofessional, messy, dirty and unpromising. you spend a lot of time with them both outside of just sex, but it would be absurd if any of you were to fully commit, knowing they can’t get caught in a relationship, but having rumors and allegations thrown around about you surely isn’t ideal either, but you don’t care, in fact it fuels your ego knowing how notorious you are in the fandom, knowing that so many people speculate and don’t believe you, people hating and sending all kind of threats, but nothing can shake you, not when both of them fill you up to compensate. you no longer need a job, both of them finding your lifestyle, if you had any commitments outside of them, it would limit their time with you even more, so they agree to be some kind of sugar daddy duo for you, splurging on you always so you can keep up with them during tours and schedules in return for your company, and of course your body.
it’s unconventional, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, devoting your life to both of them.
