#in case you couldn't tell my main kink is being cuddled and told that i'm loved

[pazumane]

Home for the Holidays

Pairing: Sugawara Koushi x CisFem!Reader

Summary: After a disastrous holiday gathering with your overbearing parents, Suga comforts you in the best way he knows how.

Genre/WC: Comfort, Smut, Established Relationship, 2.5k.

THIS WORK IS NSFW SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. Blog rules are clearly stated in my pinned post.

Warnings: Oral (f! receiving), dry humping, vanilla af, this is canon-compliant and takes place after the timeskip so TIMESKIP-SPOILERS.

Notes:

Written for Anilysium’s NSFW Winter Collab (Masterlist can be found here).

Do not mention me/my blog or repost my work on here or other platforms with lots of minors, such as TikTok or Wattpad.

Reblogs are very much appreciated! <3 Fic is under the cut. Hope you enjoy <3

The holiday season is hard. Holidays mean visiting your parents. Your overbearing, hypercritical parents. They’re not awful people by any stretch of the imagination, but their high expectations and passive-aggressive comments make you feel like you’re letting them down every time you come home. Every year, you try to tell yourself that that’s not true, but it’s hard not to feel that way, especially when you compare yourself with your sisters. They’re lovely people, but it’s next to impossible to compete with them in your mom and dad’s eyes.

Your older sister and her lawyer husband have three kids already and another on the way. Your younger sister managed to graduate college before you and is engaged to a doctor. And here you are, still doing entry-level work well into your twenties and never having dated anyone except your current boyfriend, Sugawara Koushi.

You haven’t been together for long, but Suga is everything you could possibly want in a partner – kind, sensitive, and patient, but never boring, always cracking jokes and making you laugh. The children he teaches love him, judging by the stacks of little handwritten notes and drawings he brings home every week, several of which are from students that have since aged out of his class. The moms love him too, as evidenced by the dirty looks some of them throw your way whenever you go to pick Suga up from work. You’re not quite sure how you landed someone as wonderful as him.

So by the time the holiday season rolls around and it’s time for your annual visit home, you’re confident that your parents will love him and optimistic that they’ll finally get off your back. Despite this, you make sure to give Suga a clear heads-up, and he readily accepts the challenge, assuring you of his excitement about meeting your family for the first time.

Things seemed to be going well at first. Your sisters loved his friendly disposition and his willingness to swap embarrassing stories about you. Your nieces and nephew gravitated towards him and listened in amazement as he regaled them with stories of his kouhai who had just played in the Olympics a few months prior.

But your parents… well, they’re another story.

As soon as dinner starts, the interrogation begins.

How long have the two of you really been together? What are your intentions with our daughter? She’s old enough that she should be settling down soon. Our eldest is married to a lawyer, but I suppose a school teacher is respectable enough. She should be with somebody who isn’t going to waste her time.

Suga handles their incessant questioning well, answering each of their questions thoughtfully and skillfully dodging their passive-aggressive barbs. However, you don’t handle it as well, and end up asking him to take you home before dessert is served, spending most of the ride back in tears.

*

When the two of you finally arrive back to your apartment, you flop down on your bed, feeling completely drained. Suga follows closely, laying down next to you and taking you into his arms. You weep quietly into his chest, tears soaking the fabric of his shirt. He holds you through it, rubbing your back and running his fingers through your hair until you start to settle down. Once your sobs finally begin to ease up, Suga coaxes you into a seated position and passes you the tissue box on your bedside table.

“I’m sorry,” you say, sniffling. “I don’t think I’ve ever cried in front of you like this before. It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing at all, sweetheart,” he says. “I know how stressed you were about this.”

“It’s not just that,” you groan. “It’s just… you’re the first boyfriend I’ve brought home and they spent the whole night talking down to you and treating you like dirt. It’s not okay.”

“Sweetheart…”

“It’s one thing when they treat me like that, but it’s another when they do it to you, too,” you say tearfully. “It’s not right. I’m just… I’m just really sorry.”

“Hey,” Suga says firmly, laying back on the bed and gesturing towards himself. “Come here.”

You lay back down next to him, burrowing into his chest. You force yourself to focus on the sound of his heart beating, and you feel yourself beginning to relax into his soothing touch.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” Suga whispers, gently combing his fingers through your hair and lightly scratching your scalp. “It’s not your fault.”

The two of you lay there in a peaceful silence, yet more words linger at the tip of your tongue. Suga seems to sense it too, because he guides your face up towards his and peppers it in light kisses.

“I feel like you’ve got more you want to say,” he says. “What’s on your mind?” “I just feel like I’m always disappointing them,” you admit quietly. “I just don’t want to disappoint you too.”

“You’ve never disappointed me, sweetheart,” he says.

“I know, I just… I really like you, Kou. I don’t want some stupid holiday gathering with my parents to be the thing that scares you off.”

“Hey,” he whispers, gently wiping your tear-stained cheeks with his thumb and softly pressing his lips to yours. “I know your parents can be difficult, but that won’t change anything for me. I’m with you for you, not for your parents. I’m really proud of you, and I’m proud of being with you. And sweetheart?

“Yeah?”

“I really like you too,” he murmurs, gently rolling you onto your back. Carefully climbing over you, Suga dips down and leaves a trail of wet kisses across the curve of your jaw until his lips just barely hover over your ear.

“Can I show you just how much I like you?” he asks.

You barely manage to give him a breathy yes before his lips are back on yours again. This kiss, while still soft, carries a greater intensity than the others he’s given you since you got back to your apartment. You gasp when he nibbles on your bottom lip, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His lips and tongue are insistent against yours, demanding to be kissed back, and it lights a fire in your core that threatens to rage out of control.

Suga runs his hands down your sides and when he reaches your hips, he pushes them under your shirt. His hands are warm as he trails them up your bare skin, his touch leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You mewl when his fingertips trace over the lace of your bra and you arch into him, desperate to feel more.

“Kou,” you whimper. “Please.”

“I know,” he says quietly, carefully pushing your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra. He discards your clothes to the side, baring your body to the chill of your bedroom. Suga sits back on his heels and drinks in your exposed form.

The way he looks at you, with so much pure adoration and reverence in his gaze… it’s almost like he’s seeing you for the first time again, and it sends a nervous heat through your body.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Suga whispers reassuringly, gently palming at your breasts. “Can’t believe you’re mine.”

He quickly unbuttons his shirt, tossing it to the side and moving back over you. He carefully sinks down over you, his weight slowly pressing into you. It’s comforting, feeling him on top of you, bare chest to bare chest. You could almost fall asleep like this, if it weren’t for the pair of lips gliding across your collarbone and down your chest. Suga suddenly latches his lips around your nipple, suckling gently on the sensitive flesh and pulling a quiet moan from your throat. Quiet little whimpers pass your lips as Suga laves his tongue around the stiffening peak, sucking harder as you mewl his name and palming your other breast.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, voice muffled from the way he’s buried between your tits.

“So good,” you murmur.

Suga pulls away, but not before sucking a mark in the valley of your breasts hard enough to leave a bruise that will almost certainly be there come morning-time. Moving his hands to your hips, he quickly unzips your jeans and tugs them down along with your damp panties. His hands are gentle and his touches are so light as he trails his hands down your body all the way down to your core. You keen when he ghosts the pad of his thumb on your clit, sending a pleasurable heat all the way through your body. He settles between your naked thighs, throwing them over his shoulders. His warm breath lightly fans over your wet cunt, making it pulse with needy anticipation.

“Don’t tease,” you say, your voice coming out as much breathier and more desperate than you would’ve liked.

“Can I eat you out?” Suga asks, nudging his nose on your clit and making you unconsciously push yourself even closer to his face.

“Please,” you plead, weaving your fingers into his silvery locks.

Suga chuckles, placing a light kiss on your thigh before descending on your warm, wet cunt. His mouth is careful and methodical as he laps away at your pussy. Long, languid strokes of his tongue send fire through your veins and slick down his chin.

You’re not sure which is flustering you more – the sounds of your boyfriend slurping away at your pussy, or the obscene sounds his forcing from you as he eats you out with unmatched intensity. You can’t help but whimper at the feeling of him practically devouring you, rolling your hips up to match his movements.

“Want you to come all over my tongue,” he groans as he flattens his tongue on your pussy, slowly running it up and down and sending a chill down your spine. “Wanna taste how good I make you feel.”

He looks up at you and swirls his tongue one, two, three times around your throbbing clit and making your pussy clench.

“Please,” you mewl, scrabbling for a pillow, the bedsheets, anything. Anything to ground yourself. “Fuck me with your tongue, please.”

“Anything for you, my sweetheart,” he says lowly, sucking your clit into his mouth one more time before dragging his tongue back down towards your weeping hole. Suga hums contentedly as he pushes it past your entrance, thrusting it in and out until your thighs are shaking around his head.

“Your fingers, Koushi, need your fingers now,” you moan, tightening your grip in his hair and grinding down on his face.

Suga eagerly obliges, moving his tongue up to your clit and quickly replacing it with one of his fingers. Your back arches almost painfully when he pumps it in and out of you, curling it over that spot inside of you that makes you scream his name every time.

“More, more, please, I need more,” you chant like a prayer.

Suga’s gaze is hazy with lust as it lands on you, but you can feel his gratified smirk as he slips a second finger inside of you, and then another. Part of you wants to cover your face in shame, but he’s clearly enjoying this just as much as you are, judging by the way he rolls his hips into the mattress, matching the pace with which his fingers thrust in and out of you.

You can feel yourself rapidly approaching your peak, waves of euphoria washing over your whole body as your boyfriend makes a complete mess of your pussy. When he closes his lips over your clit and sucks hard, the tight rope in your core holding you together snaps.

“Kou, I’m gonna… fuuuck…”

You cry out as your orgasm washes over you, sending surges of electric heat through your entire being. Your thighs quake around Suga’s head and a violent shudder runs through his whole body at the feeling. He groans loudly as you gush all over his face, lapping up your cum until you’re a quivering mess underneath his mouth.

“Koushi, ‘s too much,” you whimper, trying to wiggle away from him. “Can’t take anymore.”

Suga obliges, pulling away and laying several messy, open-mouthed kisses on the insides of your thighs before making his way back up to your mouth. You sigh as he kisses you and floods your mouth with the taste of your own arousal.

“Please, let me touch you,” you say breathlessly when he pulls away.

Suga simply shakes his head, instead leaning down and giving you another soft kiss.

“It’s okay,” he says. “I don’t need anything in return.”

Your eyes trail down his flushed body down to the telltale stain on the crotch of his jeans, and you find yourself blushing in spite of yourself. Suga maneuvers to your side, brushing your hair from your eyes and leaving a featherlight kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll be right back sweetheart,” he whispers.

Suga ducks into the bathroom and by the time you gather the energy to sit up, he’s already back with a glass of water and wearing his sleep clothes. You take the glass from him, downing the entire glass in a matter of seconds. Suga’s gaze on you is tender as you flop back boneless on the bed.

“Feel any better?” he asks.

“Uh huh,” you reply tiredly, burrowing into him as soon as he lays down next to you. Suga gathers you in his arms, holding you as close as he comfortably can and gently caressing your back.

“You’re so good to me,” you murmur, pressing a row of soft kisses along his neck.

“You deserve somebody who is good to you,” he replies as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “And if I’m ever giving you less than you deserve, please, please, be honest with me.”

“Kou…”

“I mean it,” he says insistently. “You are enough. I promise. It doesn’t matter what your parents say. I will keep saying it until you finally believe it yourself, and then I will say it even more.”

You can’t find it in yourself to respond, squeezing his hand instead and snuggling further into him. Tears prick at your eyes once more, threatening to spill over. Whatever you did to deserve a man so good and gentle is beyond you.

“Are you gonna be okay, sweetheart?” Suga asks, tenderly stroking your back.

“I think so,” you reply. “Sorry that I made us leave before dessert.”

“It’s okay, I still ate, didn’t I?” he says cheekily.

“Koushi!”