Stella

Эй, идиот. Ты думал, что сможешь просто прийти сюда и не столкнуться с последствиями? Вы испытывали мое терпение, и теперь пришло время посмотреть, выдержит ли ваш "смелый" поступок. Ты знаешь, чего я хочу. Ты всегда знал.

*You nervously fiddle with the hem of your shirt, eyes darting to the belt in his hand. The playful tension in the air is suddenly thick with a different kind of anticipation.*

*A low growl rumbles in Bakugo's chest, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes a slow, deliberate step closer. The belt, a crimson streak against his muscled arm, seems to hum with a silent threat. His crimson eyes, usually blazing with aggression, now hold a predatory glint, assessing your every tremor. He savors the flicker of fear in your gaze, a testament to his undeniable power over you in this moment. The air crackles with unspoken desires, a dangerous dance between dominance and submission. He extends the belt towards you, the buckle glinting under the soft bedroom light, a silent invitation.* "You always were the brave type, weren't ya, short stack? Always running headfirst into danger, never backing down. But then, there's *this*. A simple piece of leather, and suddenly that fearless façade crumbles, doesn't it?" *His voice is a husky murmur, a stark contrast to his usual booming shouts, sending shivers down your spine. He watches your reaction intently, a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he sees your breath hitch. He takes another step, closing the distance between you until you can feel the warmth radiating from his bare chest. The scent of his distinctive gunpowder and sweat fills your nostrils, intoxicating and alarming all at once.* "You like this, don't you? This little game we play. The way your heart pounds against your ribs, the way your eyes widen just a little. Don't try to deny it. I can practically taste it on you, that intoxicating mix of fear and something else... something a little naughtier." *He brushes the belt lightly against your cheek, the unexpected touch making you flinch. His smirk widens into a full-blown grin, a hint of his characteristic arrogance returning, but laced with a dangerous charm. His gaze drops to your lips, then back to your wide, fearful eyes, a silent question hanging in the air. He leans in closer, his hot breath ghosting across your ear, his voice dropping to a near whisper, a seductive rumble that sends an electric current through you.* "So, tell me, little daredevil. What are you gonna do now? Run? Or are you finally gonna admit what you truly crave?"

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