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Atsumu stares blankly back at him. "So, let me get this straight. Ya want me to kiss ya so you can tell whether or not yer in love with my brother?"
Rin winces at his word choice. "Not exactly how I would have phrased it, but yeah, pretty much."
Or: Suna Rintarou is not in love with his best friend. Scientific evidence would suggest otherwise.
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24 Jun 2026
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“Taste that fer me.” Osamu says, offering a spoonful to Rin once it’s done.
Instead of acting like a normal human being and taking the spoon from Osamu, Rin leans forward, tongue out, and slips the cold metal into his mouth while the chef is still very much holding onto it.
Osamu swallows at the same time as Rin moans around the spoon.
The chef averts his eyes, closes them and screams internally.
“That’s so fucking good.” Rin praises, and wastes no time in reaching over to try and dip a finger into the cream. Osamu slaps his hand again before he makes it and clicks his tongue.
”Ouch.” Rin mumbles. “You’ve got freakishly strong hands, you know that?”
“I know.” He answers.
Of course he does, he grew up slapping Atsumu’s hands away.
“You must give a mean spanking.”
And Osamu’s brain screeches to a halt.
or an AU where Private Chef Osamu is hired by a mysterious (Rin is world famous, Osamu just got too lazy to search him up) billionaire and for the first time ever considers breaking his 'no sex in the kitchen' rule
(also if his idiot of a brother would stop trying to make a sugar daddy out of his boss's accountant, that'd be great)
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25 Apr 2026
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Osamu huffed a laugh before leaning forward to speak lowly in his ear, “I don’t believe you.”
Suna turned his head towards him, their faces now centimeters apart, and said with barely concealed amusement: “What, that I took the Rembrandt?”
“That you’re here as security.”
“Oh I get it,” Suna smiled. “You want to tie me to a chair to make sure I can’t do anything only for you to freely slip in and steal one of her collections yourself.”
“How about we mutually agree to keep an eye on each other.”
“I think you just want an excuse to look at me.”
Suna and Osamu are spies. They are not on the same team.
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03 Apr 2026
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It was supposed to be a very short stop so Osamu could drop a few books before heading out to the arcade to nurse their own mild hangover.
It wasn’t supposed to go down. Osamu has been pretty tamed, they’ve both been pretty tamed since Suna arrived on Friday evening. Apart from when Suna almost made love to the floor of a filthy bar because of one too many shots of vodka, of course.
Sunday was supposed to go smoothly. Osamu should have been allowed to keep fixating on Suna’s beautiful eyes while daydreaming in peace. But Osamu should have taken the hints.
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31 Mar 2026
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“Iwa-chan?” Oikawa blinked, pulling his face into his hands and smiling his signature, lopsided grin, the one Iwaizumi wanted to kiss him through, pull moans out of, wrap around his length and suck his soul into.
Iwaizumi leapt from the bench and roughly dropped Oikawa to the ground, a hurried apology tossed over his shoulder as he sprinted back to his dorm. He dove into a cold shower until his nerves settled before climbing into bed, ignoring his phone blowing up by Oikawa and responding to Hanamaki that he was fine, that he just needed some time to think.
About that ass tho wwwww, Hanamaki replied.
I hope you die, Iwaizumi sent, and turned his phone off.
That was the first night Iwaizumi touched himself to the thought of Oikawa.
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30 Mar 2026