Anime characters x reader

Bakusquad x fem reader 🍋 pt.2

Once again
this has g@ngbaging, 4 men 1 woman/use of slut/whore/praise/daddy/baby girl. Blowjob, toys, penetration/ references to anal sex

Let's get into it
Edit: super long chapter so I put where the spicy part will be
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Sitting on your bed, you bite your lip, your finger hovering over your phone. Finally you type in his number. You've already decided that a public place was the only way you'd meet with them.

(Y/n) - Friday is fine, 6 pm at the library
The text sits unread, waiting a few minutes, you breathe out. "Crap," you set down the phone just as it flashes with his response.

(Bakugou) - Library closed early on Friday, meet at our fraternity house - same time.
"What?!" Opening the campus website you scroll quickly to the information page, there on the top is the announcement of the library closure on Friday through Monday. "Nooo!" You wail, staring at the screen trying to think of any other place.

(Y/n) - No, a cafe instead
(Bakugou) - You know I don't like working at places like that, fraternity house or ask the prof for a different group.
You can practically hear the growl behind the text. "Shit," clearly he knows who you are and remembers the time you'd spent working on the last project. He'd never wanted to meet anywhere public and had always insisted on the private dorm study rooms available only to freshmen. Sighing, you debate your choices. Your phone flashes with another text.

(Bakugou) - Worried?
Snorting you glare at your phone. "Yes," you mumble.

(Y/N) - No
(Bakugou) - See you Friday then, 6 pm - our house.
"Ugh!" Flopping down on your bed, you hug your pillow. Why, why, why? Why did you wait to take this class with Ochako, you'd be done by now! Why did you forget the classroom change today?

Sighing you close your eyes, outside of asking for a table switch, which you dreaded, the damn professor had been anything but nice, you'd have to go and work on the project with them.

Picking up your phone you read through the texts again. He'd remembered you, a small thrill courses through your body. You'd figured he'd forgotten, but he'd actually remembered your name.

Sitting back up, you touch the screen of your phone, the thrill turning into a deeper ache. Friday night, hugging your knees, the swirling of nervous energy in your stomach turns into a full storm blowing through your body.

Isn't this what you'd wanted all along? "Here's your chance girl, grab it," you whisper but you're still trembling. You'd spent over two years perfecting your skills for one man, you steel yourself, even if he comes with a pack, it was worth everything.

It would be a challenge but you wanted him to be the one having ten orgasms. Laughing, you jump up, opening your closet and begin picking out your clothes carefully.

(Sussy stuff)

Getting out of your car, you smooth your clothes. You chose a simple black skirt and a soft low cut blouse that showed the swell of your breasts without being blatant. Underneath you wore black silk thigh highs with your favorite dark pink lingerie set, a butt plug firmly in place.

You'd hydrated, eaten right, cleaned everything and packed your toys, since your past boyfriends always struggled to bring you to orgasm, you'd decided to bring your personal equipment, in case the rumors weren't true. Working your way to the large fraternity house, you knew you were more than prepared physically.

Squeezing your pussy walls together in a quick whipping motion you try to make yourself feel confident. If something did happen and anyone was going to be begging for more tonight, it would be them.