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Pairing Taehyung x readerÂ
abo!au - werewolf!au - magical!au
wordcount: 1099Â
warnings: none for this chapterÂ
summary: he is haunted by the white wolf that occupy his dreams, but the mere thought of seeking out his mate scares him. Because what if you only were a dream?Â
Part oneÂ
Comment: What a hiatus huh? Iâve been gone for a while, havent updated, but i needed to find myself and my writing style. This is something Iâve been working for on quiet some time. Both writing and rewriting. I kind of like it. But as always, let me know what you think! Donât be a silent reader, I really appreciate all the feedback.Â
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He could feel the ground beneath his paws, and the cold winter breeze in his dark fur coat as he ran through the forest, underneath the pale light of that month's full moon. The subtle scent of summer rain and sandalwood was what had made him bail his brothers on their midnight run in the forest surrounding their familyâs territory.Â
He was still a cub. Still not strong enough to pick a fight with rogues or intruders, but his senses were better than most wolves his age and his curiosity was once again stronger than the fear of being killed.Â
As he ran towards the clearing where he could hear the two wolves, they were closer to him now. They almost danced through the night as they chased each other onto the frozen lake. They were playing, having fun. He watched them as their crystal white fur made them shine as white as the snow around them or the full moon above them.Â
They looked like two angels, two mythical creatures that shouldnât be disturbed. So, he didnât. Instead, he watched them from the shadows.
He was woken up abruptly by the sound of his brother pounding on his door. The dream always ended there, that was no surprise. The memory of that night by the lake was both crystal clear and hazy at the same time. He never knew how heâd gotten home, in fact no one did. His parents had sent out a search team that night after his brothers had returned without him. Only to find him in human form, tucked into bed in the early morning hours.
He stretched his arms above his head and scratched his eyes before yawning loudly. There was nothing in this world he hated as much as early morning runs. âYAH! Tae hurry up or Iâll send Jin up with a bucketâ his brother Namjoon yelled when he didnât get a reply from the youngest of the three. Taehyung shivered by the thought of the ice-cold water that had woken him more than once throughout his relatively short life.Â
âIâm up! Iâm up! No need for that today. Goddess...â he could hear a chuckle from his brother that was already halfway down the stairs. He knew he needed to hurry if he wanted anything to eat before their 50km morning run. Heâd of course win no matter what, he always did, but he could use the extra energy since his two elders always tried to beat him.
He walked downstairs, his eyes still adjusting to the bright morning sun as he felt his stomach growl. His mother laughed, a loving and kind sound, as he stepped into the giant kitchen. Him and his closest family all lived in a huge house made by the very trees that had once stood in its place.
Their family had an open door policy, so wolves, both young and old would be coming and going throughout the day both to hang out, but also to get help from their Alpha and Luna.
âSame dream as always?â Seokjin said from the table near the big windows that were overlooking the terrace.Â
Taehyung sighed as he answered: âyou know it brother, nothingâs changedâÂ
His mother looked at her youngest with sympathetic eyes, as Seokjin rolled his own at his statement.
âI told you guys you shouldâve forced him to see a therapist. White wolves... he might as well have told us all heâd been kidnapped by fairiesâ their mother quickly turned as she threw a waffle at the broad-shouldered man. He yelled out dramatically, earning attention from both his father and Namjoon as they walked in.Â
âYou donât joke about fairies Seokjin, not as long as you live under my roofâ his mother said with a stern look in her eyes.Â
âYou never know if theyâre listening in, and none of us need that kind of bad luck. As for you my dearâ she said as she walked over to Taehyung, âwhatever creature, white wolf or fairy, you saw that night, youâre one lucky man. You were touched by the goddess that night, and that is a blessingâÂ
She ruffled his dark locks, showing off the patch of white hair that had appeared in the back of his neck after that midnight run, so many years ago.Â
âAre the three of you done discussing the creatures of the night? We need to get going if we wanna make time for a good run before we leaveâ Namjoon asked from the place he had leaned against the dark marble countertop.Â
Seokjin smiled smugly, as the sun broke the tree line surrounding the house, making him look almost as golden as his eyes. He quickly rose from his seat pushing Namjoon on the way out the door. He quickly followed him, determined to get a head start.Â
Taehyung on the other hand didnât rush, he took a bite of the waffle his mother had made for him and gave her a peck on the cheek before he whispered a quiet thank you. He then slowly strutted out the kitchen and down the hall out the front door, with such confidence that made both of his parentsâ smile.Â
The two of them were proud of their boys. They had raised them right. They were respectful to their elders and kind to those younger than them. Every day the three of them made their hearts burst with both pride and love. Their mother sighed before she whispered, a subtle question that only her husband was supposed to hear.Â
âDo you think heâll ever recover from that night Ji-hoon? Do you think the dreams of that night will ever stop haunting him?âÂ
Ji-hoon pulled his mate close to his chest as he nuzzled his head in the crook of her neck, the place he had marked her 20 years earlier. He breathed in her scent of vanilla and mango, the only thing in this world that could make both him and his wolf calm.Â
âI have no idea Jee, I just hope that what ever happened to him that night, will one day bring him joyâÂ
They looked out the grand windows watching their youngest son turn into his wolf form in a millisecond, before he sprinted toward the edge of where the forest began. He was so fast and so determined to once again beat his brothers, that he looked more like a shadow than a wolf. The two parents stood in the window and looked at their youngest disappear, a little sting of worry in both of their hearts.
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Rintarou has been reading "RPF - Volleyball" fanfic and it makes his life a little complicated when he develops feelings for Motoya because of it.
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âDid you know about the fan fiction?â Rintarou looked down at his phone as he waited for Motoya to finish getting dressed after practice.
âYeah? What about it?â Motoya had heard of fan fiction, who hadnât?
âThe fan fiction about us,â Rintarou responded deadpan, now looking up from his phone. He wanted to see Motoyaâs reaction to this. It took a second for it to compute.
âFan fiction aboutâŠÂ us?â Motoya pointed between the two of them.
âYup.â Rintarou popped the p and raised his chin so he could look down his nose. He was lucky he had a good poker face because he was relishing this conversation.
âAnd?â Motoyaâs eyes had started to bug out a little.
âAnd what?â Rintarou raised his eyebrows. He knew what Motoya was asking but he wanted to tease him.
âWhatâs it like?â Rintarou couldnât see Motoyaâs face as he put his gear in his locker.
Rintarou had already read most of the fic he could find on that cursed site. He had stumbled upon it when he was scouring his digital footprint. He had wanted to engage with his fans and when one accidentally tagged him directly instead of a fan account when talking about their latest story, he couldnât help but check it out. He kind of spiraled from there.
He had seen that he was âshippedâ with a couple of people in the v.League circuit. He saw one crack fic with him and vabo-chan which he had to admit was hilarious. Then he stumbled upon a story with Atsumu, which, made him grimace. The guy was objectively attractive, but if he had to imagine dating his best friend, he may vomit. So he avoided those. Then there was Aran, which is valid. They went to high school together, were kouhai/sempai, could even be seen as rivals, and the man was hot. He read a couple of those, but it got a little weird when they got too spicy. He just couldnât picture it. He realized Aran was like a brother. So he checked out of that ship.
But when he found the fics that featured him and Motoya⊠everything changed. At first, it was funny. He felt like he needed a bucket of popcorn to eat while he indulged â he read through stories about how they celebrated their wins, supported each other through losses, took care of each other when they were sick, or pined after one another when their backs were turned. In some, they werenât even volleyball players! They worked at coffee shops, wielded magic, ruled kingdoms, managed corporations, or were single parents.
However, his brain broke and was â possibly, probably, definitely â rewired when he read the ones marked E. He thought those were âE for Everyone,â like the video games. Boy, was he wrong. Sending each other to subspace, being alphas and omegas, and worst of all, when they were soulmates. It made him start to rethink his relationship with Motoya and his relationship with love in general.
Rintarou had never particularly thought he was a romantic, but reading about how so many people thought he was soulmates with one of his best friends? How so many analyzed their interviews and interactions, writing fiction around them getting together? Having sex and making love? It made him think. A lot.
Motoya closed his locker. Rintarou was leaning against his, spacing out. Motoya had to repeat his question a few times, waving in his face. âHello? Earth to Sunarin. I said, whatâs it like?â
âI guess youâll have to read it, huh,â Rintarou smirked at that. He would actually like it if Motoya read it. He brought it up to plant that little seed in his mind. He wanted his teammate to suffer the same way he had over the past several months, falling down this deep dark hole. Suffer in how he found it difficult to look Motoya in the eyeâhe often had to look away from him in the locker room too and when he saw beads of sweat drip down Motoyaâs neck after games? He had to suffer through the thoughts of licking them off.
Worst case, they could have a laugh together at the idea of Rintarou as Motoyaâs assistant, knight Rintarou saving Prince Motoya, mob boss Rintarou purchasing debtor Motoya, or whatever other scenario their fans spun up. Best case, well⊠Rin didnât think that would actually happen. This wasnât a fan fiction, after all.
So Rintarou planted the idea. But he wondered if it was a mistake as he choked on his blue electrolyte-infused water that evening following the text he received.
>>Â What are alpha/beta/omega dynamics?
It was too soon for that. Couldnât Motoya start simpler, something light and easy? Slice of life, maybe? This was like giving a kid the birds-and-the-bees talk.
And then the phone started ringing, Motoyaâs name lighting up the screen. Rin just stared at it until it stopped, but when he got another text, he knew he was fucked.
>>Â Suna, pick up. I know you just saw that text!
Damn read receipts. He should turn those off. He liked to keep them off to make a point that he was being an asshole though.
His phone started ringing again and he had no choice but to pick up. He knew that gremlin would just keep calling.
âWhat do you want, Komori?â He sighed.
âSo rude,â Motoya quipped.
âOkay, now that I have you on the phone. Iâm looking at the fanfic you told me about,â he paused, âthey have these tags and I donât know what some of them are. Like knotting.â
Rintarou placed his fingers on his forehead to steady himself and closed his eyes. He was glad this wasnât a video call. Heâs not sure he would be able to look Motoya in the face. He wasnât sure heâd be able to hold it together.
âYou have Google.â Rintarou thought his heart would give out if he had to explain any omegaverse concept to Motoya.
âBut sometimes it doesnât explain nuances. Like when I looked up alpha/beta/omega, it just told me it was a part of the Greek alphabet or when a man is like macho or whatever. Thatâs not correct, right? I just donât want to go into these not knowing what they are.â
Rintarou sighed. âFine. That trope is like a dominance hierarchy. Alphas are usually the most dominant, while omegas are submissive. But maybe read those after experiencing something a little⊠tamer. Anything else?â
âTamer? Sounds like youâre warning me away from the good stuff!â Rintarou could just imagine the way Motoyaâs cute little eyebrows were dancing across his face.
âI just think you might want to ease your way in.â He sighed. Maybe this was a bad idea. Thinking about Motoya reading something so explicit made him warmâno, hotâhe was getting very hot in the face.
âUhh huh. With what kind of stuff? Do you have favorites? How much of it have you read?â He could hear the smile in Motoyaâs voice. Damn him. He had suggested the fanfic because he wanted Motoya to suffer just like he was, but it seemed like Rintarou was going through it even worse now. He should have known.
Rintarou tipped his head back on the couch and stared at the ceiling. âStart with literally anything else. How about the ones based on Taylor Swift songs?â He avoided the question of how many he had readâhe did not want to address thatâor if he had favorites. He couldnât send those over. Not yet at least.
âCool. Iâll see if I can find them. Iâm looking forward to learning what some of these words mean too. Itâs like a whole new languageâŠâ Motoya trailed off. Rintarou swore he could hear him mumbling through the tags he was reading like dead dove, water sports, and selfcest. He had to get off this call. Now.
âUh huh.â Rintarouâs eyes unfocused as he stared. He was about to dissociate.
âOkay, talk to you later!â Motoya thankfully hung up.
He went to his room and face planted into his bed.
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About a year ago, Motoya had to console Kiyoomi through one of his many crises. This particular oneâs cause? Fan fiction.
Someone on his team had found a particularly entertaining one and sent it out through the group chatâits subject matter, Atsumu. Kiyoomi wanted to clown on him like the others, who had all read it. It was an ode. To Atsumuâs tongue. The guys had not been able to stop quoting it, not that Atsumuâs ego needed it. Of course, in âretaliation,â Atsumuâs tongue remained outside of his mouth more than normal, which was already an absurd amount of time.
The real problem was the way the words of the fic burrowed themselves into Kiyoomiâs mind and created some kind of Pavlovian effect between that tongue and how he felt when he had read that stupid work of fiction. Because it was fictionâhe had to keep telling himself that. Nothing written about his tongue was true, right? Right?
Every time Kiyoomi saw a flash of pink dart of out Atsumuâs mouth, his mind rebooted and powered up horny.exe, a virus implanted inside of him, which was rotting and melting his brain. He knew it was a problem when a ball from Atsumu hit him in the face during practice. He hoped the bloody nose it gave him would cause the stupidity to leak out of his mind, but alas, no luckâit only made it worse. Atsumu hovered around him, licking his lips in trepidation. Thatâs when he had to get some free psychotherapy from Motoya.
âI canât keep going on like this, Motoya.â
âHm, my mom would probably prescribe exposure therapy or something,â Motoya said offhandedly.
Motoyaâs mother was a psychologist so he knew some of her treatments and exercises, but more often than not, he was talking out of his ass. That said, they had tried exposure therapy on Kiyoomi as a kid for his various neuroses. It worked to keep him from bringing his obsessive compulsion into volleyball.
âYouâre a genius. Iâll read all the fan fiction I can find of Miya.â Motoya could hear the smile in his voice. Oh no.
âUh, thatâs not exactly what I was thinking. Howââ
His cousin cut him off, âLook at what I found. Texted it to you. See ya.â
Motoya pulled his phone away from his face and looked at the link in his texts. When he clicked on it, it brought him to the page Volleyball RPF â Komori Motoya, listing every fic about him and his colleagues that he was tagged in.
âI hate you!â He was sure that Kiyoomi had not heard him before he hung up. It didnât matter. He was stuck now. He was Schrödingerâs Fanfic Reader.
Like in Schrödingerâs thought experiment, Motoya was the catâhe was just as curious, so how could he not click on the link and dive deeper? To Kiyoomi (our modern-day Schrödinger), Motoya was both the reader and non-reader, now stuck in a box. Maybe if he never spoke of this again though, no one would ever know that he had actually died inside once he found those fics. He died and was reborn as someone new, someone who had read very explicit sex scenes between himself and his best friend; scenes that he couldnât forget, scenes that he didnât exactly want to forget.
But unfortunately, Suna Rintarou opened the box and Motoya was now officially dead, reborn as a fanfic reader. Even if he didnât bring the subject up, it wouldnât have made it any less true, but he could have continued pretending. He could still continue pretendingâHe didnât have to let Rintarou know that he knew about it all just yet.
Itâs not like Rintarou knew he let Motoya out of this metaphorical boxâso Motoya could still pretend for a bit. He spent all that time in the box alone, accumulating all that knowledge. He should put it to use. This could be fun, actually.
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âSunarin! I canât wait to tell you about what I found out.â Motoya clapped his hands. They were undressing to head to the showers after practice. âKnotting is like when a wolfââ
Rintarou slammed his locker and blinked his eyes slowly at Motoya in disbelief. âLetâs, uh, talk about it later.â He looked around to make sure no one else had heard Motoya. He did not want to talk about the myriad of alternate universes where they were together, all of them except here. He especially did not want to talk about the explicit versions of those universes (and whether he had an ever-expanding dick or not in them). He did not want to talk about how they had changed him and how he couldnât look at Motoya the same way, and howâÂ
âSure. How about we grab dinner?â
âIn public?â Rintarouâs voice was a little high. Maybe his poker face was cracking. Maybe he was losing it.
âYes?â Motoya laughed as he brushed past Rintarou. Where they touched burned. Rintarou looked over his shoulder as he kept walking to the showers. âOr we could get takeout.â
âTakeout. Letâs do takeout.â Rintarou nodded and followed him to the showers.
Somewhere in the last two months, Rintarou had to stop walking to the showers with Motoya. He couldnât look at the lean muscles of his back rippling as he walked or the little trail of stomach hair that begged his eyes to drop lower without wanting to slam his head into a wall. Otherwise, heâd have a worse problem on his hands. Today, however, he had other things on his mind.
As he sudsed up, Rintarou couldnât decide whether takeout actually was a good idea. Talking about dubcon and cannibalism and whatever other stuffâkinky or otherwiseâthat Motoya wanted to throw at him could not be done in public. Then again, he thought about talking about it alone in his apartment and wondered if he was actually, truly fucked. He felt like he was on some kind of prank show. Maybe someone will jump out and yell âPUNKED!â at him if heâs lucky. But then he reminded himself that this was all of his own making.
He needed advice. Who the hell could he call about this? Didnât Atsumu say he had read fanfic before? Maybe heâd understand. He finished up quickly and told Motoya he would meet him outside; he had a call to return.
âPick up, pick up, pick up. Heyyy!â Rintarou paced around the side of the EJP training center, away from the door.
âHey, bitch. Whaddaya want?â Atsumu answered and Rintarou breathed a sigh or relief. He normally would banter but he didnât have much time until Motoya came out.
âI have a problem,â Rintarou said flatly.
âOkay? And? Be quiet, Omi. Sunarinâs upset.â
âIâm not upset,â he huffed.
âSpill.â
Knowing Sakusa was there did not make Rintarou feel good about asking for help from Atsumu, but he didnât know what to do. Maybe if he was vague he wouldnât let on his issue was about Motoya.
âI, uh, shit. I read all this fanfic about me and a friend and it fucked me up. I think⊠I like them.â
âOh shit! Who? A teammate? Is it me?â Atsumu snickered. The jerk.
âIt's not you, you ass. It doesnât matter who it is.â Rintarou ran a hand through his wet hair and tried to fluff it up so he didnât look like a wet dog with Motoya later. âWhat do I do?â
âWell, Omi and I read fic to each other sometimes. Itâs pretty hot. It really gets him goinâ.â
âEw. Stop.â Rintarou didnât want to know about their sex lives.
âOkay, okay. We also read them because we mayâve found a funny one or somethinâ cute, ya know?â Rintarou did know. He had read some tooth-rottingly fluffy fics. âYou could share one that shows what ya wanna convey. Like from yer heart? If ya like âem like that? It could be a good way to take it to the next level, if thatâs what ya want.â
âWhat the fuck? Did you just give me good advice?â Rintarou was honestly kind of stunned. He didnât expect much but maybe dating Sakusa had matured him.
âYer an asshole.â Then Atsumu hung up on him. Well, he kind of deserved it. He texted him a thank you though.
When he went to the front of the building, Motoya was waiting for him. âI ordered for us.â He held up his phone. âI got you those noodles you like from Botanâs.
âThanks.â Rintarou didnât let his emotion show. Motoya cared enough to remember what he liked and it made him a little gooey inside.
âSo, do you have a favorite fic?â Motoya asked him as they walked to get dinner.
âHm,â Rintarou had to think for a minute. âThereâs a couple that I like.â He felt a little embarrassed to admit it, but he had to give a little to get a little.
âMe too.â Motoya didnât elaborate and it left him wondering.
They walked in pointed silence after that and got their food. All the while, Rintarou thought about which one, or multiple, heâd want to share. His hands felt a little clammy and he wondered if Motoya could sense his jitters.
As he dug into his meal at homeâNikumiso Hiyamugiâmixing the minced pork into the noodles, he texted a link to Motoya. He had steeled himself on his walk back with a few retorts based on what Motoya might think. He could say he liked the way the slow burn was executed, how good the writing was, or even how the writer nailed their personalities.
Despite all that, he hadnât primed Motoya to receive the fic but figured heâd be the first to share, before he had to talk about the omegaverse again, as thatâs all the guy seemed to want to discuss, or god forbid get into the topic of what he could find in dead dove fics.
He wasnât sure whether Motoya choking on his food was a good or bad thing. He tried to analyze his face for any giveawaysâRintarou was good at doing so on the court, but found Motoya could hide his true intention in everyday life almost as well as himself.
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Motoya had to admit that maybe he was in over his head. When he clicked on the link Rintarou had sent him, he wasnât expecting muchâa silly alternate universe, a light-hearted slice of life, or something overtly raunchy. He could deal with all of those, easily. What he couldnât deal with was this.
Why did his heart stop? Why did his stomach churn? Why did Rintarou send this of all of the things written about them?
What he was staring at was a fic with the following tags: getting together, pining, slow burn, friends to lovers, love confessions, theyâre so in love your honor.
Motoya needed to stall. âDo you want me to read this now?â To be fair, this fic was kind of long. It would take him a few hours to read it⊠if he hadnât read it already. Which he had, and it was utterly gooey and romantic. And it was Rintarouâs favorite?
âArenât you going to send me one too?â Rintarou stuffed some noodles into his mouth.
Motoya did not want to send him stories yet, not when Rintarou was sending him stories like this. Was it because he thought of their relationship like this or because he legitimately liked this kind of story? The guy didnât seem like heâd be into romance, but what did he know? So he made up an excuse for now.
âIâm still pretty new to this, so I donât know a ton of them. I need to get familiar with more of them before I can do that.â
âDidnât you want to brag about what you found out earlier?â Rintarou cocked his head to the side and smirked. âYou had to have read something.â
âOh, um, I didnât exactly take your advice and got wrapped up in the omegaverse. Pretty interesting place, huh?â
âUh huh,â Rintarou affirmed through a mouthful of food. âSend me your worst then.â His tongue slid out to lick sauce off his lips. Motoya tracked it with his eyes as if it moved in slow motion. It reminded him that he had read about that mouth licking up his neck, nibbling on his ear, sucking marks on his skin, andâ
ââMori?â
âHm? Oh, sure.â Motoya was so fucked.
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âKiyoomi, I hate you,â Motoya grumbled into the phone.
âWhat did I do this time?â
âRemember when you sent me that fanfic link last year?" He didn't wait for a response and blustered through, "You gave me this knowledge and now I am cursed.â
âUh huh. How so,â Kiyoomi sounded bored.
âThereâs this person who was featured in them with me and it was never anything more than a fantasy before. But now they want to talk about it! The fics! They know! And I canât play dumb.â
âOkay, sure. So this person, how do you feel about them?â
âTheyââ Motoya wasnât quite sure how he felt.Â
He found himself noticing this guy more ever since he stumbled upon those stories. Like, his eyes were instantly drawn to him when he entered a room. He had been analyzing his microexpressions and finding joy in understanding them. And experiencing skinship from the guy? He felt like little zaps of electricity ran through him when that happened.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
These are not thoughts someone has about a friend.
âMotoya?â
âItâs complicated.â He was a teammate and his best friend. He didnât want to complicate it with these feelings.
âIt doesnât have to be.â
Rintarou had sent him a tender and amorous fic as his favorite story about the two of them. Was it really that simple?
Kiyoomiâs words pinged around his mind.
It doesnât have to be complicated. It doesnât have to be complicated. It doesnât have to be complicated.
â
Motoya elbowed Rintarou while sitting next to him on the couch, âSo whatâd you think of the fic I sent you?â His caterpillar of an eyebrow raised in question.
Motoya had sent over a fic where omega Rintarou was teased within an inch of his orgasm by Motoya licking at the slick coming out of his ass. He thought it was so unrealistic and out of character enough that Rintarou might find it funny.
âWas that your way of asking me if Iâm a bottom?â
Motoya was glad he wasnât in the middle of a sip of his beer because he would have definitely spewed the drink all over himself after choking. Instead, he froze, stopping the bottle on the way to his mouth.
ââCuz Iâm a switch. So I can be both your submissive omega and your big bad, possessive Alpha.â Rintarouâs eyes flicked up to his. His teammate smirked, then took another swig.
âOh my god, youâre so embarrassing,â Motoya threw a balled-up napkin at him. Rintarou snickered at Motoyaâs beet red face.
Motoya cleared his throat to change the subject, âSo do you have any other recommendations? I, uh, enjoyed the last one you sent me.â And suddenly he felt even hotter with the way Rintarouâs eyes bored through him.
âSure.â While he took a sip of his drink, Rintarou pulled out his phone and shared a new link with Motoya.
This new fic had the following tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Idiots in Love, Fluff and Angst, Insecurity, Anxiety.
It doesnât have to be complicated.
âEither youâre quite the romantic or I think you might be in love with me,â Motoya teased. There was a grain of truth in the jest, a hope that he wanted to bloom and flourish.
Rintarou could have quipped back with a taunt, laughed, or winked, as he had done so many times before during their bantering. Instead, he sat frozen with the bottle to his lips. When his brain came back online, he chugged the rest of his drink. It was still half full.
âDo you want another one?â Rintarou tried to stand up, somewhat robotically, but Motoya grabbed his arm to stop him and pulled him back down.
âHey, Suna. Talk to me,â Motoya held a note of concern in his tone, almost pleading. He didnât want Rintarou to feel like he had an issue he had to drink away.
âWould that be bad?â Rintarouâs face was neutral, but he wouldnât look at him. His voice was quiet.
âWould what be bad?â Motoya still clasped his hand on Rintarouâs arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
âIf I liked you.â It was then that Rintarou turned to look at him. He had an air of vulnerability about him, one that he often hid and compartmentalized behind his flat facade and bantering jokes.
Motoyaâs fingers skimmed down to Rintarouâs hand, looping his fingers into his friendâs. âNo, it wouldnât be bad.â
Rintarouâs mouth dropped open into a little âoâ and his eyes roamed Motoyaâs face as he looked for any hint of a joke, any hint that this wasnât going his way, unintentionally leaning in as he was drawn to the magnetism of the man, drawn to their inevitability.
Motoyaâs free hand cupped Rintarouâs cheek in a move that was nearly too soft. He leaned forward, mirroring the otherâs body language. They now shared each otherâs space and air; their noses touched. He looked at Rintarouâs lips and knew he was never coming back from this. Those lips were a portal to another realm and when Rintarou closed the gap between them, he was transported there.
He was lightheaded and breathless getting to know Rintarouâs lips. Soft and full, they sucked and pulled at Motoya slowly in ways that made him wonder if he had ever really kissed anyone before. When Rintarou pulled back, Motoya chased them, wanting more. And he got it.
From kisses and nips at his lips to smiles, Motoya thought Rintarouâs face would get tired. He had never made expressions like that before and it was almost too much for Motoya. It made him melt. He wondered if he was the only person who had seen Rintarou look like that, and the fact that he was the cause? It made him a little feral. It made him want to eat Rintarou whole.
He left pecks along Rintarouâs jaw, as his hands roamed his back under his shirt. Fingernails left invisible trails as Motoya pressed his lips along the curve of Rintarouâs neck. He wanted to kiss along every inch of Rintarouâs skin.
ââMori, be careful.â
âHmm?â He pulled back to look his friend in the face.
âI didnât want you to be tempted to claim me.â
âClaim you?â
âWe only just got together. I canât be seen with a mating bite just yet.â
Oh, hell no. An omegaverse joke? Now of all times? Was this all one big joke? Motoya was shocked, stuck blinking and mouth agape.
When Rintarouâs face couldnât hold back a shit-eating grin, annoyance overcame Motoya. He stood up and tried to get away, facing towards the door. âAre you fucking kidâ
âStop. Donât go. Iâm sorry.â Before he could get away, Rintarou grabbed his wrist. He didnât look very sorry, as he pulled Motoya into his lap and wrapped his arms around him. He still wore that grin as he kissed Motoya with abandon. âI actually wouldnât mind if you claimed me, but take me to dinner first,â he said when he came up for air.
God, he was kind of insufferable. âWe both know youâre a beta. Câmon.â
âOuch, babe. A beta? Really?â
Something bloomed in Motoyaâs chest at the pet name, but he couldnât relish it too much. He had bigger fish to fryâhe was never going to live down this omegaverse thing, was he? He groaned and decided he might as well lean into it then, teasing, âAw, so you want to be my good little omega then? You want my knot, huh?â
Now it was Rintarouâs turn to stare at Motoya, who began to laugh.
âAnd you think Iâm the embarrassing one?â Rintarou started laughing along with the infectious laugh coming from Motoya, settling their foreheads together as the peels of laughter slowed and reverberated under their breath.
âYeah, I do,â Motoya said and kissed him, while rubbing their noses together. âI like that about you.â
Motoya eased back into Rintarou, fingers finding purchase in dark hair as they became a mess of lips and teeth once again. The more charged the air between the two of them got, the tighter Motoyaâs fingers gripped, not realizing how much he pulled or how hard he was, rocking against the other. Rintarou moaned with his head pulled back in Motoyaâs grip, gasping into his mouth. Heat licked in Motoyaâs gut at the sound.
âBedroom?â Rintarou murmured against his lips. Motoya murmured an affirmation while he nodded.
âHold on.â Before Motoya could parse the meaning of those words, long strong arms cupped his ass and hoisted him up.
While liberos were notoriously smaller in the league, he had a few kilos on Rintarou. Nearly all of Motoyaâs previous lovers were smaller too; so when Rintarou hoisted and threw him onto the bed like he weighed nothing, he was certain heâd let the man do anything to him.
When he landed on the bed, it wasnât his weightlessness or the little bounce that made Motoyaâs stomach swoop though, it was Rintarouâs piercing stare that looked down at him hungrily that really did the trick. Motoya was so down bad it wasnât even funny.
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Rintarou straddled Motoya; both naked and aching for each other. He had fantasized about this so many times over the past several months and now that he was here, he didnât want to fuck it up.
âTell me what you want.â Rintarou peppered Motoya with kisses, finding it hard to control himself with the affection leaking out of him.
âIââ Motoya couldnât control a strangled noise from escaping his throat when Rintarouâs tongue licked up his neck.
âOut of everything youâve read, there had to be something you wanted to do, something youâve fantasized about.â Motoya groaned in response, rutting against Rintarou, who threw his head back and tried to keep his wits about himself. âCâmon, Motoya. Use your words.â
He had wanted to use Motoyaâs first name more and more recently. Seeing the manâs reaction, he was glad he waited for this moment. His eyes were blown out and he licked his lips. âAh, anything,â Motoya panted, âanything you want.â
âAnything? Shit.â Rintarou bit his lip as he thought about some of the depraved things heâd do given the chance, if only Motoya would let him. âYou donât know half of what Iâd do to you.â He ran his hands up Motoyaâs sides, who shivered. âOr what Iâd let you do to me.â He flicked Motoyaâs nipple and rolled it between his fingers, eliciting a gasp. âLetâs start easy and we can get into the anything next time. After we talk.â
Motoya continued rocking his hips into Rintarouâs, eyes closed and mouth open as if begging to be filled. Rintarou rubbed his fingers against Motoya's bottom lip and then couldnât help himselfâhe slid his fingers in, catching Motoya by surprise. His eyes snapped open, but he soon adapted by sucking with gusto. Keeping eye contact, Motoya swirled his tongue around fingers, taking them as deep into his throat as they would go. Rintarou soon found out that Motoya didnât have a gag reflex and wondered whether Motoya would look this good sucking his cockâprobably better.
âYou take them so good,â Rintarou breathed heavily into Motoyaâs ear, who whimpered in response. âGod, youâre so fucking hot.â
Pulling his wet fingers out, Rintarou brought them to curl around Motoyaâs dick just to tease him. His hand roamed up and down, but not with any consistent pace or grip.
âRin, stop teasing me,â Motoya whined and Rintarouâs stomach dropped. He liked hearing his name from Motoyaâs lips as much as he liked saying Motoyaâs.
âOkay then, do you want me to fuck you orââ
âYes.â  Motoya cut him off and Rintarou chuckled in return. Motoya looked tortured, debauchedâhe looked like he needed to be fucked immediately.
âI was going to ask, or do you want to fuck me,â Rintarou huffed in amusement. He wanted to give the man options. As much as he was into fucking him, he wanted to make sure it was what he wanted too.
âYes.â Motoya squeezed his eyes closed and bit his lip, as he squirmed in Rintarouâs hands. God, he was making this so much harder. Making him so much harder.
Rintarou sat up, making a grab towards his nightstand for lube and condoms. He sat over Motoya without touching him. âToya, you canât just say yes to everything.â
âI know, but Iâm excited.â Motoya snapped his hips up and Rintarou bit back an embarrassing noise as Motoya said, âHow about you fuck me then?â
Rintarou confirmed it with a chaste kiss before coating his fingers with lube, rubbing them together for warmth. âTell me if you want me to stop.â Rintarou spread Motoyaâs legs apart, settling between them.
âDonât stop until I cry. Seriously, make me cry, Rin. Shitââ Motoya gasped when he felt Rintarouâs finger penetrate him.
Rintarou felt satisfaction curl in his gut. Heâd hardly done anything and yet Motoya was so expressive. He loved seeing his range of emotions, wondering what else he could draw out from just his fingers. He wondered what it would take to see his tears.
Speeding up from one finger to two and then three, Motoya panted and writhed under him. His face flushed and blissed out, Rintarou whispered how much he liked hearing Motoya, how good he looked under him, how much he wanted to be inside him.
âOh my god. Iâ fuck. Iâm going to come.â Rintarou wanted to indulge him, but a little bit of the sadist inside of him liked teasing Motoya and wanted to pull his fingers out and hear him whine, edge him until he was close to coming and pull back, only to bring him to the edge again and again. Instead, Rintarou sided with the indulgent part of himselfâif he indulged him over and over and over, maybe thatâs how he could get Motoya to cry. So when he found that spot that had Motoya throwing his head back and chanting his name, he didnât stop his ministrations.
Thatâs how Rintarou milked the first orgasm out of Motoya, cum splattering Motoyaâs chest as he choked on a silent scream. When he came down to this plane from the stars he ascended to, he grabbed Rintarouâs face and pressed their mouths together, regaining the energy that left him.
âMore,â Motoya breathed against his lips.
Rintarou had barely just removed his fingers and it seemed like Motoyaâs refractory period was already over. âFuck me already, Rin.â The way he whined Rintarouâs name would forever be cemented into his mind for him to replay at willâhe wasnât sure if this was a blessing or a curse. He wasnât sure how he would survive a game, let alone practice, after hearing that.
Of course, he obliged the request. He sheathed himself in a condom and then mentally prepared to be in Motoya. He was so hard he was leaking and was worried he would fuck this up.
He grabbed the base of his dick to calm himself down and lined himself up. He closed his eyes and pushed inside Motoya.
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âRin, you have to move,â Motoya whined. He felt full, so full. If Rintarou didnât start moving soon, heâd lose the hard on that just came back.
âIt just feels too good,â Rintarou murmured. He had his eyes closed and his head tilted up. âYouâre so tight.â Motoya thrusted his hips, circling them in a way that got Rintarouâs attention. âToyaââ He said warningly. He held Motoyaâs hips tightly, almost bruising, as Motoya smirked and kept trying to move. âOkay, okay. Iâm going.â
Rintarou snapped his hips and railed into Motoya at a grueling pace. One hand gripped Motoyaâs shoulder possessively holding him. It was exactly how Motoya wanted to be fuckedâhe felt like he was being flattened into the bed, like all the air was being knocked out of him.
Rintarou slowed his pace to a near stop to pump Motoyaâs cock, which sat red and at attention.  He used his other hand to pinch and tease Motoyaâs nipple, which sent a zap up Motoyaâs spine.
Arching and gasping, he sat warming Rintarouâs cock, while his dick was showered with lavish attention. He tried to moveâto get more leverage for his hips, but Rintarou held him down and bit his shoulder, sucking and pulling at the skin with his teeth, all the while still stroking him. His head swam and he whined in delight, heat pooled in his stomach.
âRin, IâIâm close.â
Rintarou started moving his hips in time with his strokes. âBe good and come for me, âToya.â  And he did. They were rewarded with a little spend to add to the pool on Motoyaâs chest.
Rintarou loved to see how Motoyaâs face scrunched, how flushed he became, how blissed out he looked, how he lost all the bones in his body when he came. He kissed Motoya as he came down through a lazy smile.
âI saw some vibrators in your drawer. Should we get them for the next round?â Rintarou looked at the drawer.
âYes, letâs get the vibrator.â Unfortunately, that meant that Rintarou had to slide out of him and he was left feeling empty.
Another round would presume the end of the first, but Rintarou hadnât even come yet. Motoya had to remind himself that not everyone could come 5 times or more in a row like himâthat was acquired stamina. Most people were one-and-done; he was lucky that Rin was indulging him this way. He was lucky Rin was still goingâhis achingly red cock looked like it wanted relief so badlyâhe was probably edging himself at this point. God, that was so hot.
âUhh, which one?â Rintarou held up two bullets that dangled from some wires attached to a button and another that was a cock ring. He had forgotten about that one. âBoth?â
Oh, heâd never used both before. âBoth,â he agreed.
He held out his hand to take them, but Rintarou held the items back. âI got it.â
So he laid back on the bed with his hands behind his head and let Rintarou get to work putting them on. Rintarou pushed both bullets in as far as he could get them and then pulled the stretchy silicone cock ring around Motoyaâs dick. The ring had a little slot for another bullet which needed to be turned on and then inserted, which Rintarou did with ease.
When he put that last bullet in placeâthe only bullet actually on so farâMotoya was already beginning to feel heat pooling in his gut as he started to get hard again. Maybe heâd be crying sooner than he usually does. The overstimulation was beginning to take hold and build inside of him. The vibrations felt goodâtoo goodâto the point that his brain was slowly melting. It felt like pins and needles that grew slowly over his body. He could feel the pressure growing from the bottom of his spine up to the top of his head. He began to float and thatâs when the other two bullets turned on.
Motoya stiffened and let a guttural moan loose from the depths of his soul. He could feel Rintarou lining up as he was asked, âDoes that feel good? Are you okay? Tell me to stop if itâs too much.â
âFuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckâYes. Yes. Yes.â Motoyaâs eyes rolled backwards as Rintarou entered him. Every time the bullets were fucked into his prostate, he screamed in pleasure. Maybe if he screamed more, he could release the pressure building in his body? Tears gathered at the corners of his lashes and his chest felt like it was ready to explode. The vibrators were too much in the best possible way. He was overcome with emotion that needed to get out and the screaming wasn't helping.Â
It didnât take long before tears were rolling down Motoyaâs faceâit was too much, too good, too perfect. His head was fuzzy. He couldn't think. He needed to come. He was close, so close, but couldnât say so. His words were stuck in his throat. He made eye contact with Rintarou and it nearly sent him over the edge to be looked at through dark, lidded eyes that way.
âYouâre so sexy,â Rintarou said as he bent down and licked the tear rolling down Motoyaâs face. This time he didnât need to be asked to come. That did it. The orgasm wracked through him and he felt like he was floating away from his body, the bed, his head, this mortal plane. Tears continued to flow. And he slowly floated back with the vague understanding that Rintarou had come too. He wasnât sure he had ever come so hard in his life.Â
Before he knew it, the bullets were all removed and Rintarou was holding him, burrowing into his neck as he shivered.
âShit.â Motoya covered his face. Rintarou stiffened, but relaxed when Motoya huffed out a laugh under his breath. âThat wasâyou licked my face?â
âWhat? You didnât like it?â Rintarou held him a little tighter, almost defensively.
âI think the problem is that I liked it a little too much.â In fact, he loved it. He wanted it again.
He could feel Rin smiling into his neck. Motoya felt all the warm and fuzzies that heâd never felt after sex before.
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Seeing Motoya cry like that? Rintarou didnât think itâd be that hot when Motoya first mentioned itâin fact, he was a little apprehensive at first. He wasnât sure what empowered him to lick Motoya either, but in the moment, everything just felt right. Normally, he didnât think crying would be his thing, but knowing that Motoya wanted it and enjoyed it that much? So fucking hot. Seeing Motoya come so much too? Shit.Â
Rintarou wished he had it on video. He would replay it over and over in his mind from now until the end of time. Now he could definitely never shower after practice together again.
âRin, did you hear me?â Motoya turned his head to try to look at him. They laid in the bed and cuddled after Rintarou had cleaned them both up.
âHm?â
âI said, weâll have to do that again.â
Again? Hell yes. Rintarou smiled. He hoped thereâd be a lot of agains.
âYeah, Iâd like that.â
Spoilers: they wouldn't even be able to count the number of agains there would be.Â
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