Remedial

The crowd full of students roars at the end of the Know About Me. They make sure to show their appreciation to the performers for their amazing work on stage. 

“Thank you Korea University! You guys have been amazing, this has been NMIXX!”

The six girls bid farewell in unison to the festival crowd after their 3 song set. They start waving to their fans in the crowd, doing some last bits of fan service before they leave the stage. Sullyoon, however, was taking her time in waving to the crowd, giving herself an alibi as she carefully scans the audience. Disappointment was starting to wash over her face when she couldn’t find who she was looking for. That is, until she spots you in the crowd.

The second your eyes meet, Sullyoon’s face instantly lights up. Honestly, you couldn’t help but give her a big smile in return too. She waves frantically at you before calming herself, trying not to raise any suspicion for her suddenly brightening up even more. After a moment that felt like eons, she eventually had to leave the stage. You were about to make your way to the exit before you noticed one of her managers waving at you trying to get your attention. When you approach them, they lead you to the holding room where the group was resting before leaving. The second you open the door, your ears are met with laughter before a high pitched shriek invades your ear drums.

“AAAAHHHH! Oppa you made it!” Sullyoon happily exclaims as she rushes towards you. You meet her with a hug and lift her up in the air before setting her gently back on the ground. “I thought you would miss this one too when I didn’t see you in the crowd.” She pouts as she whines. 

“Hey, I promised I was going to make it to this one. I intended to keep it.” You reassure her by kissing her, which is met by playful gags and barfs by the other girls in the room. “You did great by the way. You all did!” 

“Thanks, Oppa!” the rest of the NMIXX girls reply in unison. They all go back to their own worlds while you talk with Sullyoon.

“Are you guys done for the day?”

“Yep! That was our last performance.”

“Cool. I was thinking we could get some food on the way home.”

“I’d love that, oppa. But I kinda want to walk around the campus for a bit. Maybe get some fresh air while we’re out here. Is that okay?”

“It’s fine, Yoona. I don’t mind. Though, is there anything we need to put in the car?”

“Not really. Most of our stuff is going back to the company with our managers.”

“Alright, then. Let’s go on that walk.”

Sullyoon’s smile grows wide before she goes to her manager, who helps her wear a heavy coat. Her manager asks if you can handle her, which makes you scoff. Of course you can. She relents and gives you a final reminder that their van leaves in two hours, though you reassure her that the two of you will be back by then. You and Sullyoon sneak out of the waiting room while the other NMIXX members continue to relax.

You and Sullyoon walk through the campus, escaping the crowded areas into the more secluded parts of the university. Everyone was still focused in the area where the performers were, leaving only a few stragglers that you helped Sullyoon hide from. Eventually, even the stragglers started to dwindle down to a few bodies before only the two of you were virtually the only ones left walking.

“The campus is so pretty, right oppa?” Sullyoon asks.

“Yeah, it reminds me of my old campus back when I was still studying.” You say as you can’t help but feel nostalgic. You remember your first day of college, the freshie tour that your seniors organize as they show you around the campus. The large trees, the art deco buildings, the fresh air from the greenery. It really does take you back to when you were still a young, bright-eyed, and plucky freshman.

“What was it like? For you back then, when you were a student?” Sullyoon asks out of curiosity.

“Well the campus is pretty similar, though ours is a bit more… rundown?”

“Are you roasting your own alma mater?” Sullyoon asks as she chuckles.

“I mean, I didn’t say it wasn’t beautiful or anything. Since we’re a state university, most of our funds came from the government. And maybe some ‘well meaning’ donations from alumni. But aside from that, the budget was always tight so some of the buildings weren’t always in shape.”

“Okay, maybe not the campus. How were you like back then?” Sullyoon clarifies what she wants to know.

“Alright, alright.” You relent. “You already know I was a varsity player before… you know.” You say as you motion to your knee. “They offered me some suggested programs that weren’t really heavy on requirements, but I still chose Political Science. How I managed to juggle that and training for games, I can’t remember. But yeah, as a star recruit the whole campus kept treating me like a king.”

“I bet you liked it.”

“I mean, at first. But it started feeling fake. Like I didn’t know who my actual friends were from those who liked me just because I was a star player.” You confessed. “I mean, my teammates were great. We had a real brotherhood. But outside of them, I didn’t really know who I could trust.”

“You must have felt lonely, Oppa. But I bet you had a girlfriend back then who helped you through it.” Sullyoon cheekily accuses you.

“Unfortunately for me, it was just basketball and academics that took up my time.” You try to make an excuse. Instead of being content with the answer, you earn a glare from Sullyoon.

“Oh come on, oppa! I know girls were throwing themselves at you left and right!”

“Yoona! I wouldn’t—”

“Oppa!” she says with an annoyed look.

“Fine. Maybe a few flings here and there, but nothing serious!” you finally relent. “They never really stuck around after…” your gaze drifts to your knee. Sullyoon notices, so she holds your hand to comfort you. You give her a smile to let her know you’re alright. “What’s gotten you so curious about my student life anyway, Yoona?” 

“It’s just…” Sullyoon replies with hesitancy, “the other day, when we were at the university in my hometown, and today, while we’re walking through the campus, it got me thinking how my life would be if I didn’t become an idol.” She says in a moment of vulnerability. “Like, would I have gone to college? What program would I have taken?”

“And it’s not like I’m ungrateful for everything I have now.” Sullyoon continues. “I worked hard to get to where I am and I appreciate everything I’ve earned thus far. It still makes me wonder how my life would be like if I was… normal.”

“That would be kinda sad for me and Dahyun.” you joke, “It would be a bummer if we never met you.”

“Who said we’re not going to meet?” Sullyoon argues back. “What if I ‘accidentally’ bump into you when you’re here scouting one of our players for the draft?” she jokes. It gets a laugh out of both of you.

The two of you continue to stroll along the campus before you find yourselves in an empty building, far enough from where the festival was taking place that no one else would accidentally come wandering through. It wasn’t closed off, so you both assumed that you were free to enter.

“You know Yoona, if you really want to go to college, it’s never too late to try.” You tell her, earning a confused look in reply. The cute expression she makes gets you to chuckle before explaining further.

“There are tons of people who go to college at a later age while they focused on work earlier in their lives.” You assure her. “Athletes, actors, writers, you name them. They all chose to finish their education when they were more stable, regardless of how old they were. Hell, Dahyun told me that Tzuyu’s finishing an online psych degree. I’m sure if you ask the company they would be more than happy to help you with that when you’re ready.”

“Are you sure, oppa?” Sullyoon asks you.

“I’m sure, Yoona.” You hold her hand tight reassuringly. “It might not be the normal life you thought of, but it’s close.” She lets go of your hand to hug you instead.

“Thanks, oppa. I’ll think about it more at a later time. It’s just nice to know that the option is available.” Sullyoon says. “For now though, I think there’s something else you can help me with.” She says with a smirk that gets you just a tiny bit worried.

As the two of you were walking down the hallway, Sullyoon was checking if any of the lecture rooms were left unlocked. Though the first three wound up locked, you saw Sullyoon’s smile grow when the fourth was left open. She sneaks in, dragging you along with her into the lecture hall.

“Yoona! Are you sure we can be in here?” You whisper.

“It’s their fault for leaving it open, Oppa.” She jokes, “Besides, this helps me with crossing off a few things on my bucket list.” She says with a mischievous grin.

“What do you mea—” you’re unable to finish your sentence as Sullyoon makes her way down the hall. She drops her heavy down coat on the way down. When she gets to the professor’s table, she bends over and takes off her safety shorts. With a grin, she launches them towards you, nearly making you stumble down the hall as you try to catch it.

“Were any of those flings a cheerleader, Oppa?” Sullyoon suddenly asks.

“Uh… no. I don’t think so.”

“Good.” Sullyoon says as she hops on the desk. “How about you pretend that you’re in your freshman year again and that you’re the star of the campus, while I’m one of the girls that’s throwing themselves at you.” She says with a smirk, as she slowly spreads her legs and reveals her exposed core. “And try as you might, but you just can’t help falling for this cheerleader.”

Yup. She’s gonna be the death of you.

“Yoona… I—”

“I guess I didn’t make myself clear enough.” Sullyoon says, with a slight bit of annoyance of having to repeat herself. “This cheerleader wants the school’s star point guard to fuck her good, daddy.”

Your mind goes blank when Sullyoon says… that word. Your eyes darken, the rest of your body follows suit in a trance. The intended effect that she wanted.

“Did I make myself clear enough?” She asks with a smirk.

“Crystal.” you reply before crashing your lips onto hers.

You lean in towards Sullyoon, pressing her hard into the desk. She smiles through the kiss as she pulls you in by your collar with one hand. The other snakes down your body before resting at the waist of your pants. She tries to undo it with one hand for a minute before you end up helping her. When your length springs free from the restraints of your pants, both of your lips rest first as she takes hold of you. She starts guiding your length along her lower lips, using your tip to spread them apart. When she lets your tip rest at her entrance, she expects you to take her right then and there. To her surprise, you elect to do something else.

You lift Sullyoon off the table and set her on her feet before spinning her around and bending her over the desk. A gasp escapes her mouth from the shock before she giggles from your sudden assertiveness. You take hold of your length, mirroring what she did earlier by guiding your tip along her lower lips, splitting them apart to tease her. Each swipe has her moan against the table, and when you finally nestle your tip at her entrance, her audible groan echoes through the lecture hall. When you start pushing in, her whimpers crash against the hardwood. When you fully hilt into her, she lets go of another long moan. You grab a fist full of her hair, not too hard so that she doesn’t get hurt, and lift her upper body from the desk. She looks over her shoulder with a smile, whimpering at each of your slightest movements as you're fully buried inside of her. She knows you’re not asking for permission, but you want to hear her say it anyway.

“Fuck me, daddy.”

The smirk on Sullyoon’s face never leaves as each word escapes her mouth. 

With that much confidence, who were you to deny her request?

Soon enough, the smirk fades away as Sullyoon’s face contorts in pleasure as her inner walls cling to your shaft as you slowly pull out. With just the tip left inside, you snap your hips towards her ass, fully burying yourself inside of her again in one quick movement. 

“Oh fuck!” She manages to let out before a string of moans escapes her.

You eventually let go of her hair. Your hands find a temporary home when you grip her perfect waist, but they eventually migrate upwards and take hold of her soft mounds through her top. You do your best to play with them through the fabric, but you both decide it was too much of a hindrance. Your hands sync in taking hold of the hem of her top, both of you desperate to strip it off of her. This leaves her upper body exposed to the environment, along with freeing her mounds to be played with for her pleasure.

Sullyoon stays upright, only her hips making contact with the table. One hand reaches back for your hair as you continue to plant kisses on her neck and newly exposed shoulders. Her other hand dances between joining yours at her chest and gripping the edge of the table out of pleasure.

Your mouth is magnetized to the skin of Sullyoon’s neck and shoulders, marking her with kisses and light bites along with lapping at the sweat forming on her skin. Your hands remain glued to her breasts, kneading her soft mounds and letting her nipples dance in the spaces between your fingers. Every thrust makes the desk creak as you fuck her into the wood. The force pushes the table an inch every time you bury yourself in her.

While you were busy fucking Sullyoon like she asked, you finally notice how much time has passed. The sky had started to dim, leaving only the glow of the festival grounds in the short distance as a source of light. The strobing of the different colors in the distance gives you an idea.

Without ever leaving inside her, you pull Sullyoon away from the desk and walk her towards the window. She gasps from the sudden movement, but a few moans escape as well. She steadies herself on the windowsill, taking a moment to catch her breath when she notices the view outside. The colorful, strobing lights from the festival looked amazing against the backdrop of the darkening blue sky. Even from this far, you both can hear the subtle hum of the current performer’s music. She was mesmerized by the scene, but you break her out of the trance when you lean in and whisper to her.

“Can you imagine it, Yoona? Hours ago they were cheering for you while you were on the stage. Now that crowd has no idea that you’re being fucked in a random lecture hall.”

You feel her tighten up with the last statement. But then she looks back at you with her own smirk.

“That’s just what this cheerleader wanted, daddy.”

You give her no reply except continuing your hard and fast thrusts. Her palms flatten against the glass. She moans into her reflection, fogging up the spot where her mouth was directed. The windows shudder from the force of your thrusts, shaking every time you bottom out inside of Sullyoon.

Even though there aren’t any people watching, you could feel the thrill of the near voyeuristic act is getting to Sullyoon. Her walls are becoming more active, gripping and clinging to you harder, making her tighter. Her natural slick has gotten thicker, creating a mess every time your hips meet. She’s getting close. And, if you’re being honest, so are you.

You pull out of Sullyoon for a moment, earning a disgruntled groan from the younger girl. Her disappointment only lasts for a second because you immediately crash your lips onto hers. Your hands find the rise of her butt, hoisting her up in the air to carry her. Her arms and legs instinctively wrap around you for stability. You make your way back to the desk, planting her on top of the table making sure you are face to face. The both of you reach for your dick, guiding it back to her entrance in tandem. You both let out a guttural groan when you find your way back into her, and after a moment or two of being buried deep inside of her, you pick up where you left off.

You start jackhammering into Sullyoon once again. Neither of you wanted to build up another rhythm from the start. No, you both know you’re close and you’re both desperate to finish. You bury your face in the crook of her neck, mouth latched on to her skin, sucking, licking, kissing her soft flesh as your hips move on their own. Sullyoon’s moans are free to fill the air of the lecture hall, each groan and whimper echoing throughout the room intended for education.

“Fuck! Just like that daddy! Keep going! please! I’m so fucking close!” 

Sullyoon’s actions match her words as her hips rise to meet yours. She grinds towards your every thrust, your combined actions driving you deeper and harder into her. You continue to do your part, pumping into deep and hard, making sure your tip hits her most sensitive spots. You could vocalize no reply, so you let your actions do the job for you.

Sullyoon’s fingers get tangled in your hair as she holds on for dear life. You hook one of her legs in your arm while the other remains wrapped around your waist. The new angle lets you drive into her deeper, harder and faster. There was no sense of rhythm but at this point it wasn’t needed. 

You groan against her neck. 

She moans into the open air. 

You could feel it. Her walls were starting to spasm. Each time you drive into her you feel your shaft get slicker. A familiar burn returns to your stomach. Coils are dying to break loose. You pull away from her skin to give her one last warning.

“Yoona –FUCK– I’m close!”

“Me too! Please! Inside! This cheerleader wants to get filled up by the school’s star point guard, daddy!”

You crash your lips onto hers again for the final time that afternoon… evening? It takes only three more thrusts. Three more times of plunging deep into her. When you bury yourself deep in her for the third and final time, that’s when the two of you finally let go.

You feel your length pulse inside of Sullyoon. Shooting the first of the countless streams of cum into her waiting womb. 

Sullyoon’s body stiffens under you. Her back arches, pushing her body towards yours. Her walls start violently contracting around your shaft, milking you for all you had. Gushes of her release start spurting out against your thighs, soaking the both of you as you’re still connected. 

She moans into your mouth as you groan into hers. When you both finally relent from the kiss, you retreat to the familiar territory in the junction of her neck and shoulder, your mouth latching on to her skin once again. Sullyoon’s head falls back in pure ecstasy, her mouth agape in a silent cry. 

Sullyoon’s hands find their way to the back of your head. Her fingers get tangled in your hair as she holds on to you. Your arms wrap around her waist. Bringing her close– holding her close to you. You both pause, staying still as you both ride out your shared nirvana.

When you both start to settle down, you feel the fatigue finally hit you. Your legs go weak, making you stumble backwards, slipping out of Sullyoon and landing on the professor’s chair. Sullyoon continues to lie down on the desk, as you see her chest rise and fall with every breath. The lecture hall slowly grows silent, save for your shared labored breaths. A far cry from the moans, grunts, and curses that echoed throughout the room awhile ago.

It takes a few minutes before the two of you start to recover. For Sullyoon, she signals it when she starts giggling.

“Well Oppa, was that fun or what?” She asks while giggling.

“Way too fucking fun, Yoona.” You manage to reply before you join her with a chuckle.

Sullyoon sits up groggily. Hair a mess. Her neck and shoulders shining from your saliva while slightly bruised from your kisses and bites. She gives you a blissful and satisfied smile that makes your own grow on your face. She hops off the desk onto her shaky legs, though you were ready to catch her just in case she falls. She straddles you on the leather office chair, hugging you as she rests her head on your shoulder. You hug her back and kiss her on her forehead. In the silence, you have a sudden realization that worries you.

“Yoona…” you whisper. “You don’t think they have any cameras—”

“All clear, Oppa.” Sullyoon replies in a ho-hum tune. “Had a manager-unnie scout this place before we went on our walk.”

“Scout? Wait, did you plan this?” You ask with shock.

“Duh. I wanna have fun, not create a scandal.” Sullyoon jokes. “Besides, Dahyun-unnie planned that little car fun session you had, so I asked her for some tips.” She says with a smirk. Once again, you’re left in disbelief.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Yoona.” You say before giving her a quick peck on the lips. “Come on. We should get dressed and get you back to your manager and the rest of the girls. They might be looking for you already.”

“Alright, Oppa.” Sullyoon says as she slowly gets up, “Though, I can’t wait for our little next adventure. I want to know who else daddy wants to fuck.” The last sentence comes with a smirk as she starts getting dressed.

Yeah.

She’s gonna be the death of you.

-end