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trashy gungoo omegaverse because i can (btw goo tops)

Jonggun Yamazaki, the training genius, the white ghost, son of Shigen Yamazaki, one the masterminds behind the four major crews, the-

He’s a fucking omega

Doesn’t matter if he’s completely mastered UI, doesn’t matter if he can singlehandedly win against all the strongest fighters from all of Korea coming at him at the same time, doesn’t matter if he’s proven time and time again that he’s an unstoppable force, a champion in his own right.

It all falls apart if someone, god forbid, finds out he’s genetically the world’s bitch.

He’s never cared about his secondary gender, not really. He knows better than anyone that being an omega doesn’t mean you’re weak; he’s the living proof. Inversely, being an alpha doesn’t mean you’re above the rest. He’s just pissed that it matters so much to people when in reality, it’s just the deciding factor whether you have ruts or heats.

The second people find out someone is an omega, they hold their punches. They start acting patronizingly under the guise of concern, as if somehow omegas are genetically predisposed to be weaker. Like hello? If we’re talking genetics, Gun can’t be beat, doesn’t matter if he has heats instead of ruts. These fuckers can’t beat him.

But he does want to be beaten, maybe that’s the Yamazaki heir in him, wanting a genuinely good fight, or maybe it’s the omega in him, wanting to get him put in his place.

Well, that’s neither here nor there. Bottom line, he’s an omega, but no one knows because he doesn’t want to be cheated out of a good beatdown, just in case his opponent is somehow a massive omega rights activist, blows tempered by their misguided sense of chivalry.

No one knows. Really.

Except for maybe his roommate, Goo. Gun isn’t sure because the blonde didn’t say anything about it, but they’ve been partners in crime for two years already. While Gun thinks he’s hidden it pretty well, he also knows Goo is unexpectedly sharp when it counts. The loudmouth is an alpha, through and through, and he doesn’t hide it. It’s in the swagger of his steps and the confident raise of his brows.

When they first started living together, Gun found out quickly that Goo is clingy. That bastard sticks onto people like an annoying barnacle on a ship, but he’s particularly attached to Gun, even wearing the other man’s clothes when he’s out and about.

“There’s no way he doesn’t know,” Gun thinks. And so what? Goo hasn’t been weird about it. Goo still treats him like always, fights him like crazy, and still acts like the insufferable asshole he’s always been. Who cares if Gun’s an omega? Goo knows Gun is strong as fuck. Knows it better than anyone else.

Gun doesn’t worry about it. His senses have been dulled to pheromones for years now. Growing up, no one believed the sole miracle child of the Yamazaki clan could ever be an omega, so they never bothered to protect him from pheromones. Worked out for the best, anyway.

It’s fine, it’s fine.

Gun's vision swam as he stumbled through the door of their shared apartment, his body aching deliciously from the battering he'd just taken. He'd left a trail of battered and broken opponents in his wake at J-High, each one crumpling under his relentless onslaught. It was a rush like no other, a high that no drug could ever replicate. But now, as the adrenaline began to fade, Gun felt an unfamiliar sensation, a slick heat that pooled in his core and made his thighs tremble.

"Fucking hell," he swore, realizing with a sinking feeling that his heat was upon him, two weeks earlier than he had anticipated. He'd been so caught up in his training, so focused on his fights, that he had neglected to restock his heat suppressants. Now, he was paying the price. Stupid.

Gun staggered to the bathroom, his vision blurring as he rummaged through the medicine cabinet, desperate to find any stray pill, any remnant of the suppressants he had once hoarded. But there was nothing, only the harsh fluorescent light and the knowledge that he was well and truly fucked.

He was just about to give up and collapse onto the cold tile floor when he heard the apartment door slam open, the sound of Goo's heavy footsteps approaching. Gun tried to stand, to maintain some semblance of dignity, but his legs gave out from under him, and he found himself face down on the bathroom rug, his bare ass raised and lewdly on display, leaking slick. He’s now suddenly remembering that he did take off his pants and boxers on his way to the restroom.

"Gun? You okay, man?" Goo's voice was tinged with concern, but there was an undercurrent of something else, something that made Gun's skin prickle and his cock twitch traitorously in his pants.

Gun tried to push himself up, to cover his exposed flesh, but it was too late. Goo had already seen, had already taken in the sight of his roommate's slick, dripping hole, the telltale sign of his true nature. Gun braced himself for the pity, for the condescension, for the patronizing bullshit that always seemed to follow the revelation of his omega status.

But when he looked back at Goo, he saw none of those things. Instead, he saw shock, yes, but also a flicker of something else, something that made Gun's heart race and his mouth go dry.

Gun snarled at Goo, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and a confusing surge of desire. "Don't look at me like that, Goo. I'm not some fucking charity case." He tried to stand, but his legs were still weak, and he stumbled, nearly faceplanting into the bathroom rug once more.

Goo clicked his tongue, a sound of exasperation and concern, as he quickly closed the distance between them. "You're being a fucking idiot, Gun. Stop being so goddamn prideful for once in your life." He reached out, his large hands gripping Gun's hips, steadying him and pulling him up to stand.

Gun wanted to protest, to push Goo away and insist on dealing with this shitstorm on his own. But the feeling of Goo's hands on his hips, the warmth of his touch seeping into Gun's chilled skin, made him pause. He had always kept Goo at arm's length (though it was the closest anyone had ever been), had never let himself rely on his partner's strength and support. But now, with his body betraying him and his mind fogged with the first pangs of heat, Gun found himself hesitating.

"Gun, you stupid fucking omega," Goo muttered, his voice rough with an emotion that made Gun's heart clench. "You can't do this alone. Let me help you, you stubborn bastard."

Gun shook his head, even as he leaned into Goo's touch, his body craving the warmth and the comfort that he had denied himself for so long. "I don't need your fucking help, Goo. I'm not a goddamn invalid."

But even as he said it, Gun knew it was a lie. His body was burning up, his cock aching and leaking, his hole clenching around nothing and screaming for something, anything, to fill it.

Goo seemed to sense his roommate's weakening resolve. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Gun's ear, and let out a low, rumbling growl. The sound sent shivers down Gun's spine, and he felt his cock twitch, his balls drawing up tight against his body.

"Stop being a fucking idiot, Gun," Goo said again, his voice dropping an octave, his pheromones beginning to fill the small bathroom. "You can't fight biology”.

Gun's eyes widened as he felt Goo's fingers, long and strong and slightly calloused from years of training, begin to gently probe at his tight entrance. He clenched his teeth, biting back a moan that threatened to spill from his lips as Goo's fingertip circled his rim, teasing, stroking, coaxing him to relax.

"Fuck, Goo, don't you fucking dare," Gun growled, even as his body betrayed him, his hole fluttering and clenching around Goo's invading finger. He had never been touched like this before, had never allowed anyone to see him in such a vulnerable state. It went against every instinct, every fiber of his being.

But Goo was undeterred, his finger pushing past the initial resistance, sinking knuckle-deep into the tight, silky heat of Gun's ass. Gun gasped, his back arching, his hips jerking forward as if to escape the unfamiliar sensation. But there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide from the slow, deep thrusts of Goo's finger as it explored his untouched insides.

"Goddamn it, Goo, I said fucking stop," Gun snarled, even as his body began to respond, his cock throbbing and leaking pre-cum, his hole clenching greedily around Goo's finger as if trying to pull it deeper.

Goo just clicked his tongue, his other hand coming up to rest on the small of Gun's back, holding him in place as he slowly, carefully worked a second finger into his roommate's tight channel. "You can curse me out all you want, Gun, but your body is telling a different story."

Gun wanted to argue, to rage against the invasion, against the way his body was betraying him so thoroughly. But as Goo's fingers began to scissor inside him, stretching him, preparing him, Gun found himself panting, his hips rocking back against Goo's hand, seeking more of that delicious friction.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," Goo murmured, his voice uncharacteristically rough with a hunger that made Gun's blood run hot. "I've never felt anything like this before. You've never been fucked, have you? Never had anyone claim this sweet little ass of yours? Pretty sure it hasn’t seen the light of day. It’s pale as fuck."

Gun shuddered as Goo's fingers continued their relentless assault, stretching and preparing his virgin hole with a skill that made his toes curl. He had never been touched like this before, never been so utterly at someone's mercy. It was a foreign feeling, a terrifying and exhilarating sensation that set his nerves on fire and made his cock throb with a desperate, aching need.

Gun finally finished, his body going limp and pliant in Goo's strong arms as the last waves of his orgasm crashed over him. He collapsed back against the bathroom wall, his chest heaving and his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Goo stepped back, giving his roommate some much-needed space, his own breathing slightly elevated, but his expression soft with concern.

"Feel better now?" Goo asked, his voice rough but gentle. "I know that was intense, but I just wanted to help you through this, Gun. Nothing more to it."

But Gun was in no state to appreciate his roommate's noble intentions. He was too busy drowning in the aftershocks of his release, his body still tingling and his mind still fogged with lust. He glared up at Goo, his inverted eyes dark and accusing.

"Help me?" Gun growled, his voice ragged and low. "You call that fucking help? Leaving me like this, with my fucking balls blue and my cock still hard as a goddamn rock?"

Gun pushed himself up on shaky arms, his body still slick with sweat and other, more intimate fluids. He pointed an accusing finger at Goo, his jaw clenched and his eyes blazing with a fury that was as much arousal as it was anger.

"Finish what you started, Goo," Gun demanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "I know you fucking want to. I can see it in your eyes, smell it on your skin. You're fucking hard as a rock, and you think you can just walk away?"

Gun's gaze flicked down to the growing bulge in Goo's pants, and he licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry with anticipation. "So fucking finish it, Goo. Fucking claim me, like you so clearly want to. Stop being a fucking tease and give me what we both know I need."

Gun's words hung heavy in the air between them, the raw, desperate need in his voice impossible to ignore. Goo looked at his roommate, really looked at him, taking in the flush of his skin, the glazed look in his eyes, the way his chest heaved with each ragged breath. He saw the fear and the desire warring within Gun, the pride and the need, and he felt a surge of protectiveness and possessiveness that he had never felt for anyone before, much less for Gun of all people..

A slow smirk spread across Goo's face, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something far more primal. "Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice taking on that infuriatingly casual tone that always seemed to drive Gun to the brink of madness. "Looks like someone's feeling a bit... pent up."

Gun snarled, his fists clenching at his sides as he glared at his roommate with a mixture of frustration and desperation. "Fuck you, Goo," he growled, even as his body screamed at him to just shut up and take what he needed. "Don't act like you're not fucking dying to just bend me over and fuck me stupid right now."

Goo just laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through Gun's very bones. "Oh, I am," he admitted, his voice dropping an octave, his eyes darkening with a hunger that made Gun's breath catch in his throat. "But I'm not going to. At least, not right now."

With that, Goo reached down and swept Gun up into his arms, cradling him against his broad chest as if he weighed nothing at all. Gun instinctively wrapped his arms around his roommate's neck, his body molding to the contours of Goo's equally muscular frame as if he belonged there.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Gun demanded, even as he let himself be carried, his body too weak and sated to put up much of a fight.

"I'm being a gentleman," Goo replied, his voice infuriatingly cheerful as he carried Gun down the hallway to their shared bedroom. "You're in no state to walk, and I figured you could use a good night's sleep after... all that."

Gun soon succumbed to the exhaustion that had been building up in his system, his body too depleted and drained to fight against the pull of sleep any longer. He nuzzled into the warmth of Goo's chest, his breathing evening out as he drifted off into a deep, dreamless slumber, his earlier desperation and frustration forgotten, at least for the moment.

Goo carried his roommate carefully into his bedroom, his stride steady and sure. He gently laid Gun down on the bed, taking a moment to admire the way his face looked so peaceful and unguarded in sleep. It’s a rare sight. With a soft sigh, Goo set about tending to the various bruises and injuries that littered Gun's body, the result of his brutal fight earlier that day. He carefully cleaned and bandaged the deeper cuts, his touch gentle and meticulous, his brow furrowed in concentration. All the while, he kept up a soft, steady stream of commentary, his voice low and soothing as he catalogued each injury and speculated about the idiot who had dared to land that particular blow. It was clear that despite their shared living situation, Goo still marveled at the sheer, unrelenting ferocity of his roommate's fighting prowess.

“Gun, you’re one badass motherfucker.”

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