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Midnight visits (Bufan Smut)

“Ask: I really like your writhing and this is my first time asking for smut,could you please write a smut scenario with Bufan from oner please?? 🙈 thx

Tags: high school au, new kid au, Smut

Slamming your locker shut, you had grabbed the books you had needed for your next few classes. Your locker wasn’t one of the lucky ones, being in the middle of the main traffic flow of the school. People tended to crowd when the bell rang and it caused you a lot of stress, being pushed, knocked over and nearly stepped on.

Turning around, you hadn’t anticipated bumping into someone having a conversation there. Your books hit the back of a very tall man and you fell to the floor, not being prepared for the situation what so ever. Your books scattered everywhere along with some loose papers and you simply looked up at the culpurit who was painfully unaware he was standing and having a conversation.

The man was quite tall and dressed in all black, he looked intimidating from behind. He turned around to see what bumped into him, only to see you and your school books splayed over the floor. He had sharp features and dark eyes which were now focused on you. His friends followed suit, looking at you on the floor as you tried to gather your books and papers.

“Are you okay?” He asked, crouching down to your level and helping you gather your things. “I’m fine. You know you really shouldn’t stand in the middle of the hallway when there are people rushing around. It’s rude.” You said and stood up, brushing past the man and his friends in a fit.

You had never seen him before and you weren’t usually this uptight when it came to a small bump, but it wasn’t the first time it had happened and it wasn’t the first time you were the victim. Everyone has a breaking point, whether it be small or large.

“Well that was...harsh.” YueYue said as he watched you storm off. Bufan’s eyes followed you as well, shrugging the incident off. “You’ve been here one day and you already made an enemy. Good Job, Fan.” Ziyang said, clapping the taller male on the back. “I guess so.” He said and scratched the back of his head in confusion.

You sat in the back of the class, going over the notes you had taken in the previous class. You had already forgotten the incident, mainly because it wasn’t that big of a deal to you. The classroom slowly filled, students got into their seats and just as you thought that everyone was there, the tall wall of a man walked in. You huffed to yourself, returning back to your paper.

You tried your best to ignore him as you noticed him making his way over to your seat. You wondered why, maybe he was coming to confront you, maybe he was going to yell at you. The more you looked at him the more intimidating he seemed. Then you noticed the last empty desk beside and huffed to yourself. You focused on your paper, but still watched as he made his way to the empty chair.

“Looks like we’re in the same class.” His deep voice said and you glanced at him. “Looks like.” You mumbled and he huffed. “Look I wasn’t aware I was in the way a second ago. I’m sorry...” You didn’t respond to his apology making him huff anymore. “Can we forget that happened? My name’s Bufan, I’m new here.” Bufan said and leaned over from his desk to extend a hand to you. You looked at it for a moment before taking his hand in yours. “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N.” Bufan repeated your name, sounding good in his mouth. “I like that.” He added and you stifled a laugh.

The week ended with a bang. Your friend were throwing a big party because her parents were out of town and everyone was invited. From jocks to the chess club, everyone was invited. The house seemed a lot smaller than you remembered considering the amount of people inside.

You sat crammed on the couch, the couple sitting next to you taking up all the space in their hefty makeout session. Staring at your plastic cup, you felt incredibly awkward. Your friends were all in deep conversation, spread out over the room. Tracing the rim of your cup, you sighed... what a party.

You drew the line when a heeled shoe almost knocked your drink over and you stood up ubruptly, only to run straight into someone’s chest.

“It seems like we have an awful habbit of running into eachother.” Bufan’s voice filled your ears and you took a deep breath. “Either that or you have a habbit of standing in my way.” You pushed past him and he followed you. “I have never been lucky.” He said and you walked to the kitchen, Bufan trailing behind you. “Neither have I apparently.” You said sniffed a bottle of something standing on the counter. The scent was strong, making scrunch up your nose and Bufan laughed.

You handed him the bottle and watched him pour the substance into his cup. “So, don’t have any friends? Is that why you’re following me like a puppy?” You teased and Bufan looked at you with a small smile. “I wanted to say Hi. But it looked like you were busy third wheeling that makeout session over there.” You had known Bufan a week and you already teased eachother as if you knew each other your whole lives. Aside from the fact he didn’t know anything personal about you at all.

You picked your cup up and finished your drink, before looking at your phone for the time. “Oh would you look at that. It’s eleven o’clock, I’m gonna go home.” You said and brushed past him. “Wait, the party is just starting.” Bufan said, grabbing your hand. You looked at his hand holding yours and looked back up at him. He got the hint from your gaze and let your hand go immediately. “Sorry.”

You laughed to yourself and leaned on the counter. “Give me a reason why I should stay.” You said and crossed your arms over your chest. Bufan smiled to himself, looking down to the floor.

“Because I was planning on walking you home as I left and I don’t want you to leave without me.” His words made a subtle blush creep up on your cheeks. “Well then, come on. Walk me home.” You said and headed for the door, gesturing for him to come along. Bufan caught up to you and placed his hand on the small of your back as you said bye to your friends. You knew they thought it was odd, seeing you with Bufan and him holding you in a certain way.

But you brushed it off, and walked off with the male. As you walked down the street, your hands were in your pockets and you were quiet. It hadn’t struck you that Bufan might have thought this was more than just him walking you home, not until you could see your house fromt he street you were walking on.

“Well this is me.” You said and Bufan looked at you. “Oh, that was shorter than I thought it would be. That’s a shame.” He said and scratched the back of his head. You smiled and stood on you tip toes, kissing his cheek quickly. “Goodnight Bufan!” You said and ran to your front door, leaving Bufan stunned and watching your every move. “Goodnight.” He said and waved as you entered your house.

He felt his heart pounding chest as he watched you walk away, he had hoped that you would invite him in but this was okay. Baby steps. Bufan wanted you in every way, he could wait. He wanted you comfortable with him, he wanted you to be his girlfriend.

With a smile on his face, he left your house and went home, totally forgetting about the party he was going to return too. He didn’t even go to the party for anything else really.

A few days had gone by and you had barely seen Bufan. Your schedules conflicting with each other and your school work load being incredibly overbaring. It had you pulling all nighters frequently.

There you sat at your desk in your room, pencil in hand and scribbling angrily. The irritating tapping at your window wasn’t helping your mood. You looked up from your paper in anger before storming away from your desk and to the window. You didn’t really know what to expect, maybe just nature being annoying and wanting to test you. But it turns out it was someone being annoying but not with the intentions of testing you.

Bufan stood outside your window, looking up at it with some small pebbles in his hand. He was about to throw another one until he realised your window was now open and you were looking at him.

“Bufan what the hell are you doing?” You whispered, knowing your parents were asleep. “I feel like I haven’t seen you all week, so I thought I’d stop by and see if you were still alive.” He said and you laughed to yourself as you felt your heart flutter a little. “Well here I am, alive and breathing.” You said and paused. “Do you want to come up?” You added and Bufan nodded. You were about to leave the window to let him in downstairs when he started attempting to climb up.

“I could just let you in downstairs.” You said, trying your best not to laugh as the large man tried shimmying up the drainpipe. “You know, I’ve gotten this far. Just let me embarrass myself and we won’t speak of this again.” He grunted as he was almost all the way up. Covering your mouth, you muffled your laughter as Bufan stumbled into your room.

“It’s midnight you know.” You told him as he straightened himself out. His height always amazed you and made you feel small. “I know and I was just passing by really, when I saw your light on and I just figured I’d see if you were up and well, you were.” He said and looked around your room.

Your room wasn’t what he expected, the walls covered in drawings and pictures of your friends. Your desk wasn’t neat either and it was obvious you were in the middle of a cramming session.

“Was I interupting?” Bufan questioned with a worried look on his face. “Kind of, but I think I needed it.” You reassured him and sat down on your bed. “So what are you here for?” You added and he sat down next to you with your permission. “I don’t actually know. I just wanted to see you.” He mumbled and you blushed. “You’re so shameless. Just flirting with me but not telling me how you actually feel.” You said and fell back onto your bed.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He asked and mimicked your position. You felt oddly comfortable with him. The other times you had, had a man in your room it made you feel incredibly awkward. But something about this was peaceful.

You spent the next few hours talking and laughing. You needed to cover his mouth sometimes, in the fear that he would wake your family which only made you two laugh harder. Bufan was everything you liked, there wasn’t a flaw yet.

It was 3 in the morning and you could feel yourself getting tired, the yawns getting more frequent and barely being able to keep your eyes open. Bufan could tell, finding it cute as you struggled to stay awake to listen to him speak. You felt him grab your hand to pull you closer as he kissed your forehead.

“Go to sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow in class.” Bufan told you and stood up. You were lucky that your room was dark, otherwise he would have seen the deep blush over your cheeks. Sleepily you watched Bufan walk to the window and you started laughing. “Just go out the front door. Just lock it before you close it.” You said and he smiled. “Yep, I feel like an idiot. Goodnight.” He mumbled and left your room.

Bufan’s personality didn’t match his appearance at all, but you liked both equally. His appearance was cold and intimidating, until he smiled then the room just lit up. But in the short time you knew him, you knew his personality was something special. Caring, sweet and the biggest dork you had ever met (literally). Bufan made you smile and devestated you at the same time.

The next day in class, Bufan sat next to you and simply smiled. “Hey.” You said, looking up from your paper. “Oh I feel special. You looked up from your school work to say hi to me.” He joked and you shot him a glare. “Do you want to hang out again tonight?” You asked him and looked him over.

He looked good today, a whole meal some would say. Tight black jeans tucked into Dr. Marten boots a white shirt and denim jacket, he had the proportions of a model, he looked good in anything. But today, for some reason, he looked especially good.

“Sure, I’ll come through the front door this time. Think I ripped my pants going up the drain pipe last night.” Bufan stated and you laughed. “Well that’s fine my parents are out of town anyways.” You said and turned back to your work with a smirk.

Bufan nearly choked on air at your words but managed to control his body before he embarrassed himself. “Parents are out of town.” He thought to himself and nodded. “Alright.” He mumbled and re-directed his attention to the teacher.

Bufan couldn’t help the smile on his face the whole day, he couldn’t wait. ANy time spent with you was time he appreciated.

Bufan leaned back in his chair, smile spreading over his face after he finished his lunch. “What are you so smiley about?” Ziyang asked, tossing some food wrapper at Bufan. Bufan dodged it and looked at his older friend. “Nothing.” He replied and played with the straw in his drink. “He’s going to Y/n’s again tonight.” Yue Yue said, exposing him.

“Again?” Ziyang asked, obviously oblivious to the fact that Bufan had visited you the night before. He wiggled his eyebrows at Bufan, as a question. He didn’t have to think twice about what he was asking him. “No we didn’t do anything. We’re just hanging out.” Bufan clarified and the 3 huffed. “Yeah sure.” Even though he knew his friends were teasing him, he couldn’t help but feel nervous. He really liked you.

Bufan knocked on the front door and thought back to the night before. “Why didn’t I just knock on the door. Idiot.” He mumbled to himself and nearly jumped out of his bones when you opened the door. “Hey.” He smiled and his heart nearly burst out of his chest when you stood on your toes to wrap your arms around the back of his neck to hug him. Bufan pulled you closer into his chest by wrapping his arms around your waist. “Hey.” You said and looked at him, being painfully aware of your chest pressing against his.

“We should go inside.” You said and pulled away from him. Your hand caught his and pulled him into your house. “So if you want, you can just go up to my room. I set up some movies and stuff up there. Just pick something out and I’l come up with some food and drinks.” You added and he nodded awkwardly. Just as you were about to exit to the kitchen, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him.

“I’m sorry. I just need to know where we stand. Is this a date?” Bufan asked and you looked down at your intwined fingers. Bufan did the same and smiled softly. “What do you think it is?” You asked, redirecting your focus to his face. “Personally,-” He paused, pulling you flush against his chest again. A feeling he secretly really enjoyed. “I think this is a date.” Bufan said and you could feel his breath graze over your lips.

“Let’s go upstairs.” You teased, walking away and up the stairs to your room. Bufan was at disbelief, he was inches away from your lips and you pulled away. He trailed behind you, his eyes couldn’t help but wander to the curve of your ass as you walked up the stairs. You yourself nearly stumbled into your room, kind of nervous now for some reason but still feeling good.

Before you realised what had happened, Bufan’s lips pressed against yours harshly and his hands cupped your face. You didn’t mind it, if anything you laughed at how impatient he was. In his defense you did tease him a little.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, to keep his lips against yours and to let him know he was doing everything correctly. He was bending awkwardly, his height proving to be a disadvantage for once and he laughed slightly. You backed up, not wanting your lips to leave his and you tugged him along by his jacket.

The back of your knees hit the edge of your bed and you fell back onto your bed. Bufan followed suit and quickly re-attached his lips to yours. He didn’t want to waste anymore time and neither did you. His hands moved down to your thighs and he gently wedged himself inbetween them. Your own hands moved from Bufan’s hair to push his jacket off of his shoulders. He stopped kissing you for a second and tossed his jacket away.

“Is this okay?’ He asked and you had to hold back your smile when you noticed how red his lips were. “This is perfect.” You said and pulled him back into you. You moaned softly against his lips, feeling his thigh press against your core. The sound made him look at you with dark eyes before pressing his thigh to you while simultaneously lifting your shirt off of you.

This was going a lot faster than either of you had anticipated but that was okay, you were ready and you wanted him.

“Wow.” Bufan mumbled, drinking your body in after he tossed your shirt to the other side of the room. The blood rushed to your chest and cheeks, feeling awfully shy all of a sudden. “You are the most beautiful girl I have seen.” He said and you looked away. Only to have him make you look at him again. “You’re beautiful.” He said one more time with a soft smile on his face. “I feel so exposed.” You huffed and reached to take his shirt off of him.

“Would that make you feel better?” He asked and chuckled as you nodded. He threw his shirt in the same direction as yours and you smiled in satisfaction. Bufan wasn’t ripped or particularly muscular, but he definitely wasn’t a sight for sore eyes. You allowed your finger to trace over his abs, making him chuckle and shiver a little.

He grabbed your hand and pinned it over your head. “Don’t do that.” He laughed and unclipped your bra. The laughter died down quickly as Bufan attached his lips to your chest. Your soft gasps egged him on as he sucked on your soft skin, he was going to leave marks, he wanted too. Moving down to your nipple, he latched on. Running his tongue over the nub, he hummed against your skin making you whimper in repsonse.

Your nails dragged over his bare shoulders lightly only to hear him hiss. Bufan’s hand moved to the top of your jeans, popping the button open and slipping his hand under the waist band. You moaned loudly feeling his fingers graze your clit. He watched your eyes flutter shut and smiled against your skin.

Bufan pulled his hand away and tugged your jeans down your legs, making you whine at the loss of contact. You sat up and placed your hand on his chest to push him onto his back. He had had his fun.

Straddling his hips, Bufan smiled up at you. “I normally don’t feel this comfortable with people this quickly.” He said and you hovered over him, hands on either side of his head. “Neither do I.” You hummed as Bufan’s hand slipped into your panties again. His middle finger traced over your slit and you pressed your forehead to his.

He slid two fingers into you and absorbed your gasp by kissing you. Curling his fingers, he used his other hand to keep you still on top of him. “Fuck- Bufan that feels so good.” You moaned and rolled your hips into his hand. His thumb ran over your clit and you could feel him curl his fingers faster. “Are you gonna cum?” He asked as he felt your walls tighten around his fingers. You nodded and he pulled his hand away. “Fuck.” You muttered, the relief slowly slipping away from your body.

“Sorry.” He laughed and just shook your head. Leaning down, you took his fingers into your mouth and cleaned them off. “Shit.” Bufan groaned, feeling your tongue over his fingers. You moved yourself further down his thighs and dragged your pointer finger over his bulge. “You’re teasing.” He said and you popped the button open of his jeans. “Am I now?” You asked and took your bottom lip between your teeth.

You pulled his jeans off along with his boxers and were pleasantly surprised when his cock hit his lower stomach. Wrapping your hand around his cock, you licked his tip. Your eyes locked with his and you took him into your mouth, making him sigh.

“Holy shit.” He moaned as you hollowed your cheeks, his hands tangling in your hair. Bufan didn’t force you to take more, no the grip in your hair was more for him, for some sort of hold on as you sucked him off. You felt his thighs shake under your hands and forced yourself to take a little more. You pulled your mouth off of him and the grip on your hair stopped. He chuckled and looked at you. “Yeah, you got me back.” He mumbled and you nodded, pulling your underwear off of your body.

You straddled his waist again and reached past him to your night stand. Pulling out a condom, you ripped it open harshly and rolled it over his cock. You wiggled your hips slightly as you hovered over him. Bufan’s large hands rested on your hips, using a little force to pull you onto him.

You sank down slowly, pausing slightly to allow yourself to adjust to him. Your eyes shut as you planted your hands on his chest and Bufan watched you. He was trying his best to keep his himself at bay because the way you were feeling was more important than his needs. He sat up and wrapped his arms around you in comfort as he filled you up all the way. “Are you okay?” He mumbled, his eyes finding yours as you opened them again. “I’m fine. Fuck you’re so big.” You whimpered and rolled your hips to find some relief.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled him in for a kiss as you rode him gently. Soft moans left the both of you as your body worked. Cupping your face, Bufan deepened the kiss even more as he rocked his hips to meet yours. His actions hitting your sweet spot and you dug your nails into his shoulders. He soaked up your moans with his lips.

Bufan adjusted your position, moving you onto your back to take over. He wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed himself deep into you. “You feel so good.” He hummed and you whined in response. The coil in your stomach tightening at record speed. He wasn’t even being rough with you, you just needed him so badly.

A moment before you came undone, it felt like he was everywhere. It felt like you were wrapped in him, you felt well treated and spoiled by a guy you had met only a few months ago. Cumming, you felt him still inside of you as ran your hands up and down his back. Your thighs shook pleasantly around his waist and Bufan smiled softly, coming down from his own high.

He laid down on top of you gently and you ran your fingers through his hair as he laced kisses over the side of your neck. It took Bufan a minute to realise what had happened. He was in a state of pleasure and shock as you continued to stroke his hair.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You asked and he chuckled into your skin. “I’m still processing if this is real or not.” He whispered and finally moved away from you, tossing the condom into the trashcan next to your bed. You rested your head on his chest and pulled the sheets up over your chest. “Same here.” You said and he laced his fingers with yours. “I’m tired.” You added on, yawning and shutting your eyes for what felt like a moment.

The sound of the front door slamming shut woke the both of you up harshly. You shot up, not realising the situation right away. Bufan groggily copied your actions and you looked at him confused. “Y/n?” You heard your mother’s voice call out to you from downstairs and you immediately panicked.

“Shit my parents are home.” You whispered to Bufan and his eyes grew wide. After the night he had with you, the last thing he wanted was to get kicked out of your house by your parents. “I thought you said they were out of town?” He asked as he scrambled out of bed, pulling his underwear and pants up quickly. “They were, they must have come home early.” You said and mimicked his actions, grabbing underwear and a set of pj’‘s for yourself.

You heard footsteps coming up the stairs and you looked at Bufan with apologetic eyes. “I hate to ask you this. But could you maybe climb out the window again?” He had to hold back a laugh at your question and sighed. Walking over to the window, he opened it and gestured for you to come to him. You followed suit and he kissed you quickly, needing a fix before leaving you.

“I’ll call you.” You said and he nodded, heading out the window. “Y/n?” Your mom asked, knocking on your door lightly. You waited for Bufan to be fully out of sight before responding.

“Yes, mom?”

A/n:

For some reason I put my heart and soul into this smut so please enjoy it.

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