Thread by @meekswrites

Happy birthday to the wonderful @ChaoticFriendly! Here’s a little thing to celebrate this, the day of your birth, and I’m so happy to have your Suga kinnie self in my life. 🥰

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Daichi Thirst Trap

Light NSFW(?)
#DaiSuga, #IwaOi

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“Sawamura,” Iwaizumi answers easily.

Oikawa frowns. “Iwa-chan. Pay attention.”

Iwaizumi sighs and sets his menu down. “I paid attention. I answered your stupid question. What else do you want from me?” +

“A lot more than /that/,” Oikawa says. He sits back and raises a finger. “Consider this!” He ignores the sigh from the other side of the table and goes on, “Daichi’s on patrol. Suga gets home after school +

after a long day of dealing with gross, tiny humans and all he wants is a big, strong - “

“Shitty-kawa,” Iwazumi says sharply. “We’re in public.” +

“Fine, fine. So he has an hour to kill before his /handsome/ husband returns. And he has the house all to himself. So he starts to slip off his - “

“Stop it,” Iwaizumi hisses. +

Oikawa leans over the table. “You’re thinking about it now though, aren’t you? Suga’s a little minx. Just imagine it. I am. You know he’d just take the filthiest -”

“Filthiest what?” +

Oikawa sits back abruptly, eyes darting up to meet a set of curious brown eyes. “Hello!” he greets brightly. He positively /feels/ Iwaizumi’s glare, and he hasn’t even said anything yet. So he smiles his most charming smile and says it: “The filthiest thirst trap photos.” +

Suga’s eyes positively light up, but Sawamura coughs and doesn’t stop coughing for a few more seconds.

“Sit, sit!” Oikawa says with an easy smile.

He nudges his glass of water across the table to Sawamura who’s gone awfully red. +

“Here you go.,” he says. “You seem like you need this. Also, rude. You’re 15 minutes late.”

“Thirst traps?” Suga says. “You see my husband right there, and you think /I/ take them?” +

Oikawa shoots him a sideways look. “Fair. But are you really telling me you don’t?” He doesn’t miss the quick look Suga sends in Sawamura’s direction.

Somehow, Sawamura seems to be turning even redder despite having quenched his thirst and ceased his coughing. +

Suga leans back into the booth and taps one finger on his chin. “I guess, /technically/, I do.”

“Koushi,” Sawamura says.

“But if we’re talking about who the /subject/ of the photos are -”

“/Koushi/,” Sawamura says again. +

And oh. My, my, my. That is definitely his stern police officer voice.

Oikawa shivers exaggeratedly in his seat, glancing delightedly at Iwaizumi’s sudden wide eyes and biting back a laugh at the fact that he’s turning red enough to rival Sawamura’s growing blush. +

“Want to see?” Suga asks, a bright yet wicked grin growing across his face. He’s already pulling out his phone.

“Koushi!” Sawamura says for the third time.

And really, Oikawa thinks. It’s as if he believes he and Suga keep any secrets from one another after all these years. +

“Shush,” comes Suga’s playful but firm reprimand. Sawamura sits back, eying him with a frown. “Let me show you the newest one!”

“Ooh,” Oikawa says.

“We’re ordering,” Iwaizumi cuts in.

Oikawa rolls his eyes. As if anyone believes Iwaizumi /doesn’t/ want to see it too. +

Oikawa flicks his fingers dismissively in his direction and looks at Suga’s screen. “Oh. Very~ nice, Sawamura,” he says in a sing-song voice.

And it is. In the photo Suga tilts in his direction, Daichi is sitting up against the headboard of a bed. +

He has a light blue shirt rucked up his chest and held beneath his chin. His chest glistens as if he’s built up a sweat, and Oikawa thinks, Isn’t that such a nice look for him in the bedroom versus on a volleyball court. +

Sawamura has hand wrapped around the top rung of the headboard, his grip tight enough that the muscles of his tricep and the bulge of his bicep are pulling at his shirt sleeve. His head is tipped back, his eyes squeezed shut, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. +

But it’s his other hand that catches Oikawa’s attention. It’s low and offscreen but centered enough that it’s clear where it is, what it’s probably doing.

Oikawa flicks his eyes at Sawamura again, who’s staring between him and Suga. “Which - uh - which photo -” +

“Hold on,” Oikawa says slowly, raising a hand to cut him off and squinting at him across the table. “That’s the same shirt you’re wearing in this photo!”

Sawamura snaps his mouth shut and turns wide eyes at Suga. Iwaizumi clasps a hand on his shoulder as if in commiseration. +

“It is! It’s why we were 15 minutes late!” Suga exclaims with a bright laugh as Sawamura buries his face in his hands. “Now where’s the waiter? I’m thirsty!”

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LOL This one feels short. I hope you like it, Jenna love. Probably could have been much smuttier, but I am too fluffy for you today! Haha! All the hugs and love to you~!