study date | h.hyeongjun
➨ pairing: junhan x fem!reader
➨ genre: smut (MDNI)
➨ word count: 4.6k (hehe)
➨ warnings: shy turned FREAK junhan, junhan with glasses 👅, he tries to teach her guitar but fails..
a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNHAN !! my best friend and i recently saw them on tour and we got hi-bye.. i’ve been gaon biased since forever but seeing junhan irl and making EYE CONTACT actually changed everything.
junhan was your classmate, but you barely knew anything about him. you knew he liked to play the guitar, seeming his fingers were always covered in calluses and bandaids. you also knew he was quiet, way too quiet. every time you were around him, you were always hyper aware of yourself, even your breathing.
when you got paired for your project, you were beyond nervous. this class was frustrating enough to begin with, and now you’ll have to work on an assignment worth more than half your grade with someone you barely knew? you felt like you were being set up.
but you couldn’t complain with the way that junhan was treating you already. he’s not a man of many words, but he definitely showed it through his actions. he figured it was too busy to study in the library, so he very shyly invited you to his place to work on it.
while you were nervous, you also couldn’t help but be a little excited. he’s very cute and sweet, and hopefully this would give you an opportunity to talk to him more and find out what he’s like beyond the exterior he’s always showing at school.
you get to his place around 7:00, you walked alone much to his disapproval. you knock a few times before putting your hand back to grip your backpack strap, your sweaty palms rubbing against the fabric. after a few seconds, junhan opens the door. there’s a small smile on his face that makes your heart race, and he opens the door a little wider and moves out the way. “come in” he says as he gestures for you to walk inside.
you’re surprised by the state of his dorm, in your mind every college boy’s room is dirty and littered with cans of alcohol and other.. illegal substances. maybe a few clothes on a floor that haven’t seen a washing room in a few weeks. but junhan’s place wasn’t like that at all. it wasn’t spotless, but it was clear he did his best to keep it as clean as possible despite the tight schedule he seems to have. you just didn’t know that he cleaned it for you.
he closes the door and walks up to you but still stands a few feet away before speaking up, “so.. do you wanna start? my coffee table is a little messy so we can study in my room. if you’re okay with that.” he says a little too worriedly. you giggle softly at how frantically he’s speaking but you nod, “that’s fine with me.”
he leads you into his room, and you’re immediately greeted with the sight of his guitars on the wall. he has one acoustic and 2 electric all lined up, a few amps and other accessories are on the floor below them. one that you pay attention to is the one at the end, it has a pretty pattern that catches your eye. he closes the door behind you two before sitting on his bed, pointing to the chair in front of him at his desk, “you can sit at my desk.”
you snap out of your trance and quickly thank him before sitting down at the desk, moving a few papers and notebooks out the way so you can put your laptop down. you open it to your shared document, going back to the study material you two were looking over during class.
“so, he wants us to create a slideshow, right?” you ask him. you already knew the answer and had the syllabus memorized at this point, but you needed to try to talk to him as best you could.
he nods as he opens his own laptop and opens the document their professor sent out earlier that day, “a 20 page slideshow and an 500 word essay due by friday, no exceptions.” he says monotonely, seemingly anything but excited for this project.
you nod and look over at the study material again before speaking, “this website he sent us over has everything we need, we just have to read and take notes and then we can go from there.” you reassure, hoping it’ll make him feel a little easier about this.
he nods, looking back at his computer again, “i guess we can start now.”
about 30 minutes pass and not a single word has been uttered between you two besides him asking if you need water and to use the bathroom, and it’s driving you insane. the point of this was to study, yes, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t talk to each other. he intrigued you so much and you couldn’t tell if it was how quiet he was, the way he probably has more guitars than friends, or how stupidly attractive he was.
either way, you needed to get to know him.
you pull away from your computer, stretching your arms a bit and taking a look back around the room, the guitar from earlier catches your eye again. it had an almost pearlescent brown look to it with a nice dark wood grain for the neck. from what you’ve gathered about him he’s had it for a long time, but you can barely tell due to the condition it’s in.
you look over at his bed and see him still typing away, you assume he’s still taking notes. you can’t help but notice how good he looks, he’s not even dressed up nicely either. his black framed glasses are almost slipping off the tip of his nose and he has to readjust them every few seconds, and every time he does you get a good look at his hands. apart from the dry skin on his fingers, he has pretty, dainty tattoos on the outside of his fingers that made you dizzy.
as much as you’d like to, you knew you couldn’t stare forever, so you decide to try your best to talk to him. “you play?” you say, pointing to the guitars on his wall.
he looks up at you and nods, looking a little surprised you were paying attention that well. “oh, guitar? i’ve been playing for a while now.” he says, and you can tell he’s a little more enthusiastic than usual.
you smile and your eyes widen, “really? i’ve always wanted to play but i couldn’t ever get good at it. you must be really talented.”
his face heats up a bit and he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment, shaking his head, “thank you..” he says awkwardly
you nod and smile again, awed by how shy he is. you glanced back at the wall, absentmindedly staring at the guitar again. you see him out the corner of your eye, tapping his fingers along his notepad like he’s contemplating something.
“it’s not hard once you get back the first few weeks.” he says slowly, like he’s testing the waters, “once you get the hang of it, it’s really fun.”
you hum softly, tilting your head back to him, “still, it’s impossible to me.” you say as you laugh softly.
he hesitates, his eyes flickering between you and his laptop for a moment before speaking again, “you know i could teach you if you’d like. only if you want me to, of course.” he offers.
your heart skips a beat, you never would’ve imagined in a million years someone as shy as him would offer to teach you. but who are you to pass something up like that?
“i’d love that.”
before you can say anything else, he clears his throat, “uh you can-“ he gestures to the empty space next to him on the bed, “sit here, it’s easier if you’re.. closer.”
you bite back a smile and set your laptop and notebook on his desk before sitting next to him. he stands up and grabs the guitar from the wall, quickly plugging it into the amp. he sits back down with it in his lamp and makes sure it’s in tune and at a decent volume before looking over at you.
“do you know how to hold it?” he says as he hands it to you, trying to ignore his heart racing from how pretty you look right now, even though you’re just sitting there.
you nod, taking it from his hands and placing it on your lap. your left hand immediately goes to the fretboard and you use your other hand to adjust the body of the guitar against your thigh, “am i holding it right?”
he nods and smiles a bit, surprised at your posture. “it’s perfect.
his gaze lingers for a little longer before looking back down at your hands, “i’ll show you how to play a c chord, it’s very easy.” he says quietly, like he’s nervous all over again. he shifts closer, his hand hovering over yours as it touches the fretboard. he gently moves your fingers into position, making sure your placement is right and comfortable. you’re trying your best to ignore how warm his hands are, but it’s hard when they’re so close to yours.
he pauses for a second, his gaze flicking up to your face and setting on a few stray strands of hair covering your cheek. without thinking, he reaches up and moves them out the way, gently tucking them behind your ear, his fingertips brushing your skin for a second too long.
“sorry..” he murmurs, his voice lower like he’s embarrassed. “just need to see your hand,”
you go still for a second before realizing what he’s telling you to do, and you put your hand back on the fretboard like before.
“all you do is place these 3 fingers.. here, here, and here. hold them down, but not too hard or else they’ll hurt.” he says, moving his hand back into his lap when he sees you got the position right.
“now.. strum.”
you strum the guitar once, and you’re immediately taken aback by the way it sounds. you actually, for once in your life, played a guitar chord correctly; and that was all thanks to him. you smile again and strum a few more times, looking up at him.
“i did it!” you say excitedly.
he smiles back proudly, his eyes meeting yours for a second before looking back at your hands, “you did it perfectly. that’s so good!” he says softly, almost like it means more to him than it does to you.
only when you look up is when you realize how close he really is, his face just a few inches from yours. his thighs press against yours, his arm brushing your side every time he shifts. you can smell him, clean laundry and a trace of cologne that he sprayed on just for you.
there’s another far, much worse problem that he refuses to acknowledge, partially due to the fact that he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, and the other fact is that he can’t do anything to fix it. he was getting hard.
he swallows, trying to keep his breathing normal, but it’s useless when your eyes keep flicking down to his lips. you don’t even notice you’re doing it until you see the way his gaze drops to your mouth in return.
“you’re.. a really fast learner. that was good”, he say quietly, his voice lower now.
you smile a bit, “you taught me.”
he doesn’t laugh, just leans in slightly, enough to where you can feel the tension growing between you two. “no,” he says, pausing slightly, “i mean.. you’re making it really heard to focus.”
your stomach flips, “am i?”
he lets out a small breath, nodding. “yeah. it’s.. hard to pay attention when you’re looking at me like that.” his eyes flick down to your lips again before darting away like he’s afraid he’s being too obvious.
your heart pounds, warmth creeping up your neck. “is that.. bad?”
he shakes his head quickly, a shy smile tugging at his mouth. “no. not bad.”
there’s a pause where neither of you moves, the air between you heavy. then, like he’s finally made up his mind, he leans in, slow enough for you to see it coming, slow enough to give you time to stop him if you wanted to. but you didn’t.
he didn’t know if it was the fact that you were so close to him, or if it was the way you smelled, or the way you smiled at him when he praised you, but one thing for sure was he couldn’t hold back anymore.
he leans in carefully, like he’s testing the waters and making sure you want this as much as he does. his lips press softly against yours, and just when you realize you need more, he pulls away before you know it’s even over.
you barely give him time to react when you’re leaning back in and kissing him again, firmer this time.
he lets out a soft noise from his throat, one hand finding your waist while the other cradles the side of your neck. the guitar shifts awkwardly in your lap, and you keep having to adjust it so it’s not digging into him, but neither of you care anymore.
before you can do anything, he leans in and presses a warm kiss to your cheek. slow, lingering, like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel. then his eyes flick down to the guitar still on your lap. his hands move carefully, almost hesitant, as he takes it from you and sets it against his dresser.
the space between you feels different, heavier now. there’s no holding back anymore. his fingers find your waist again, gently pushing you back onto his bed. your head hits the pillows softly and he moves so he’s on top of you, his knee slotting right between your thighs and his hand bracing the mattress on the side of your head.
his glasses slide slightly down his nose, and you can see through the dim light in his room the faintest pink tint on his cheeks, but he doesn’t stop.
you’re still catching your breath when his voice drops to a whisper. “i’ve wanted you for so long.”
your breath catches, and before he can lean down, you murmur, “then why didn’t you tell me?”
he glances at your lips, his voice low. “didn’t think you’d want me too.”
you smile faintly, shaking your head. “ well then you have no idea how wrong you are.”
that’s all it takes. his mouth finds yours again, deeper this time, more certain than before when he knows you want him as badly as he does. his body presses closer, his palm firm against the bed, his other hand sliding to your hip like he’s finally letting himself touch you the way he’s wanted to. your hands curl into the fabric of his shirt as the kiss grows warmer, slower, like neither of you are in any rush to pull away.
“don’t hold back,” he whispers against your skin, his breath warm. his hand under your shirt slides higher, his palm resting just beneath your ribs as his lips linger on your neck.
your fingers grip the fabric of his shirt tighter, pulling him a little closer without even realizing it. his hand slides further under your shirt so his fingertips are brushing up against the bottom of your bra, your back arching at his warm touch.
he doesn’t pull away this time, just kissing you deeply and slowly while his hands explore your torso cause he can’t help himself anymore. his knee slides down, and when he gets closer you can feel his unmistakable hard on through his sweats.
your breath catches, and the realization makes heat rush straight through you. you shift slightly without thinking, and his breath stutters against your mouth.
“careful,” he murmurs, voice lower now, almost strained.
you look up at him through your lashes, unable to hide the small smile tugging at your lips. “does that.. distract you?”
his eyes lock on yours, and for a second he looks like he’s about to answer honestly, but instead he leans down, his lips brushing your ear. “you have no idea.”
he notices, and his lips curve into a faint smile against your neck. “you feel even better than i imagined,” he whispers, his voice a little rougher now.
the pressure of his knee shifts again, pressing up in a way that makes your thighs clench around him. you let out a shaky breath, biting down on your lip so hard you can taste the faint hint of metal, still trying to keep quiet.
but he notices that too. he leans up just enough to meet your eyes, his own darker now, and says softly, “i wanna hear you, please?”
you nod and smile softly at him, watching as he leans down to kiss the underside of your jaw as both his hands start to pull your shirt up slightly. your arms lift instinctively, and he pulls away for a second to take your shirt off completely.
he almost moans at the sight, he would’ve never imagined that he’d have you under him like this, completely under his control. but it feels better than he would’ve ever thought it to be.
“so so pretty..” he whispers, leaning down to kiss a line from your neck down to your belly button. his hand caresses your bra, squeezing gently, making you moan a little louder than you expected to. he smirks to himself and continues kissing you, reaching behind your back to free you from the restraints of the fabric.
he kisses down your chest slowly, tugging your bra aside until you’re fully bare beneath him. the look on his face makes your skin burn, it feels like he’s trying memorizing every inch of you, like he can’t believe he’s allowed to see you like this (he can’t). his mouth wraps around your nipple, gentle at first while his other hand squeezes your entire boob, the wetness of his tongue makes you grip the sheet harder.
your hand tangles into his fluffy hair, grabbing it gently but hard enough to make him groan. he breathes against your skin, grinding further into you. you can’t believe you have him like this, the boy that was too shy to look in your direction during class was moaning your name in your ear?!
his other hand slides down, brushing along your side until it reaches the waistband of your jeans. he hesitates for a second, lifting his head to glance up at you. “can i?” he asks, voice breathy.
you nod, letting out a breath as your hand is still gripping onto his hair, “please.”
that’s all it takes for him to start unbuttoning your jeans, pulling them down to leave you in your lacy set that you may or may not have worn on purpose.
his eyes flicker from your eyes to the fabric as he finishes pulling your jeans off, his large hands moving your tights apart.
you notice he looks nervous all over again, so you take his hand and lead it down your body and placing it over your heat, silently letting him know that you want this as bad as he does.
“fuck,” he whispers, “you’re so warm..” he says, his fingers pressing down gently.
you whine softly, rolling your hips against his hand without meaning to. you’ve never been this desperate, it’s like your body is begging for him. his eyes darken watching you move, his breathing becoming more heavier now.
he moves your panties to the side, his fingertips trailing up and down your slit before easing two inside. you gasp at the initial stretch, his eyes locking back on to yours to make sure that he’s not hurting you. you barely nod your head before he slips his fingers back out and move them back into you.
“junhan-“ you gasp, your thighs clenching around his hand so tightly it felt like it could break. he smirks, adding a thumb to your clit and circling softly. the combination of both is something you’ve never felt before, you could barely get off to your fingers, but feeling his was something completely incomparable.
just when you feel like you’re about to come undone, he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his lips, licking your slick clean off his fingers. you let out a whine at the loss of stretch, but you feel something in you change when you see him sucking on his fingers so desperately.
“i can’t wait anymore.” he admits, his voice rough.
your stomach flips and nerves kick in that you didn’t have before, but you couldn’t wait any longer. “i’ve been waiting for you to say that..”
his hands fumble at the hem of his shirt before tugging it over his head, his glasses slipping off and falling onto the bed in the process. you can’t help but stare at his torso, he’s so lean and pretty, and you start to hate his clothes for the way they kept this hidden from you for so long.
he stands off the bed to take his sweats off, not forgetting to stumble when he’s pulling them off his feet. you giggle softly, but stop when you see his dick print through his boxers. he’s huge.
he notices the way you look at him, his face turning red. “d-don’t look at me like that.” he mutters as he finishes taking his boxers off, your eyes immediately going to his cock before you can stop yourself. it was just as pretty as you imagined it to be.
he swallows hard, climbing back into the bed and pressing himself against you. he groans, burying his face into your neck as his hands grip onto your hips.
“wait- fuck i need..” he trails off, pulling back to reach over you and to his beside table. he opens it, grabbing a small unopened box of condoms. he fumbles with the box for a bit before opening it, pulling a small foil out before throwing it back into his drawer and closing it.
he rips the plastic before slipping it onto himself, letting out a small moan from the way he’s gripping himself. “sorry.. i didn’t wanna..” he trails off again, embarrassed.
you call out his name, smiling softly, “it’s okay, i’m glad you did.” you reassure.
you lift your hips and he helps you finish taking off your panties, almost moaning at the sight of how wet your pussy is. his eyes soften softly, but not for too long when he looks back down and realizes what’s about to happen.
he rubs his tip against your clit, moaning softly at the feeling, he still can’t believe he has you like this. “f-fuck you’re so wet, is this normal?”
you let out a breathy laugh, your hips grinding softly against him, “i jus… like you a lot.” you murmur, your pulse picking up at the sound of his voice.
“you ready?” he asks, searching for the answer in your face before you even say anything.
you nod, tugging him closer, your lips brushing against his cheek and leaving a small kiss. “i want you so badly, please?”
you begging is all it takes, he lines himself up with you before pushing himself past your entrance and letting himself sink into you. your whine catches in your throat and your nails dig into his shoulders. he groans, his eyes squeezing shut as his head falls onto your shoulder as a way to ground himself from being overwhelmed.
“you’re so tight.. feels so good.” he cuts himself off with another moan, his fingers still gripping onto your hips.
he waits a few seconds for you to adjust to size, seeing your small nod before starting to move. the way he moves into your makes your jaw drop, a silent moan falling from your lips as you hold onto his shoulders.
immediately, his hips start moving against yours, each thrust earning a low groan from him and making your head spin. the sound of skin on skin fills the room, hot and desperate. when you look up, junhan is completely lost in the moment, lips parted and flushed, eyes half-lidded, as he buries himself deep into you again and again.
he groans low and desperate, thrusting faster than before, voice breaking. “fuck.. you’re so perfect, god, so tight.. feels so good.” he pants, lips brushing your ear, teeth grazing your shoulder.
you gasp, nails raking down his back. you take one hand off him to grip the bedsheets when you feet something hard, it was his glasses that fell off. an idea hits you and grab them, slipping them onto your face. they’re too big, completely crooked on your face and sitting way too low on your nose bridge, but the way he looks at you when he realizes you’re wearing them makes you clench harder around him.
“oh my god” he groans, thrusts faltering for a second, “you’re so perfect.”
he starts thrusting faster than before and you let out a loud moan, your hand going back to dig your nails into his back like before, “i’m so close”
he groans into your neck, his teeth grazing against your collarbone. “me too.. fuck, i can’t hold it” he pants, hips snapping harder against you in a desperate motion.
hearing him just as needy as you pushes you over the edge, your lip trembles and your lashes flutter when your orgasm washes over you, ripping a yell of his name from your throat.
then it hits him, and he swears he’s never seen or heard anything prettier. he whimpers into your ear, hips stuttering as he cums into the condom, silently wishing it wasn’t there in the first place, and hoping it isn’t there next time. his body trembles against yours and you’re chest to chest, his hands still gripping onto your hips like a vice.
he shudders again, tiny moans escaping as he rocks into you slowly, coming down from the intensity while still buried inside you. he sighs softly, forehead brushing against your soft skin and lips pressing soft, lingering kisses along your jaw and collarbone, finally allowing himself to relax in your touch.
he lays against you for a bit, trying to catch his breath and revel in the ecstasy of it all. his fingers trace your arm, absentmindedly drawing patterns when he realizes he’s still inside you.
“oh shit.” he says, sitting up and slowly pulling out of you with a quiet whimper. he ties the condom off and throws it away in his trashcan, then heads into his bathroom without a word.
he comes back with a wet towel, slowly climbing back onto the bed with you and gesturing for you to open your legs again. he gently brushes the towel against you, earning a wince from the way the towel brushes against your swollen clit.
“i know, i’m sorry i’m almost done,” he whispers, trying to finish as fast as possible so you’re not uncomfortable anymore. he finishes and throws the towel in his laundry basket before laying back next to you and throwing a blanket over the two of you.
his arms wrap around you protectively and his chest keeps you warm and safe. your hair is slightly damp and you’re both a little sweaty, his glasses are completely off your face somehow and on the other side of the bed, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of his heart beating against yours.
you let out a shaky laugh when you look around his room and see your laptop and notebook still on his desk, completely turned off due to inactivity. “we’re definitely getting an F.” you murmur, voice muffled against his shoulder.
he smiles and laughs back, holding you a little tighter than before. his lips buried into your hair as he speaks,
“it was worth it.”
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