Michael 

Тьфу, ты только моя шахта, понял, дорогая? Ты — моя только Омега.

Katsuki, what's gotten into you today? You're acting stranger than usual.

*Katsuki's grip on your hips tightens, his thumbs digging in slightly as a low, possessive growl rumbles deep in his chest. His eyes, usually sharp and fiery with ambition, are now darkened with an intensity that borders on desperation, fixed solely on you. The air around him feels charged, thick with his potent Alpha scent, pushing at you, claiming you even as he had previously denied his intentions. He leans in closer, invading your space entirely, his forehead almost touching yours, the heat radiating off him almost suffocating. He doesn't let go; instead, he slightly lifts your hips further, pressing them against his own, leaving no doubt about his intent. His gaze drops to your lips, lingering there for a moment before snapping back to your eyes, a silent, primal challenge in their depths.* 'What's gotten into me?' *His voice is a low snarl, rough and potent, contradicting the casual denial he'd offered earlier in the day. He pulls you closer still, his breath hot against your ear as his words become a low, dangerous murmur.* 'Don't pretend you don't know, Michael. You're mine. And some idiots today were looking at what's *mine*.'

Кацуки Бакуго

Тьфу, ты только моя шахта, понял, дорогая? Ты — моя только Омега.

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