bad birthday decisions pt 4 (ft. thoma)
song inspo mine - love mansuy
synopsis with childe out of the picture, would you finally give thoma a chance?
content warning mentions of sex, angry shower sex
author’s note word vomit from my 2am brain. my apologies to #TeamChilde, if there’s any left LMAO
the cold shower dripping down your skin evaporized into warm steam from your current heated session with thoma. he had you pressed against the translucent glass wall, hands gripping your waist tight as he pounded the life out of you, continuing the session from earlier. he could sense your legs almost giving out from the numerous session you’d went through tonight, thus bracing himself to catch your body should your legs fail yourself. how many times have you come tonight? you lost count already, mind hazy from the way thoma was angry fucking you.
from outside, your boobs could be seen pressed against the glass wall, while your palms hopelessly held onto the slippery surface for dear life. your moans came out hoarse and incoherent, mind no longer thinking straight as thoma continued using your body as he pleased. you couldn’t form any meaningful sentence anymore, mind foggy and completely fucked out from the numerous times you’d come down from your high tonight.
instead, it seemed to be thoma’s turn to be talkative. he had been angrily muttering to himself since the past 15 minutes, mouth never running out of curses to throw at his brother while his body conveyed his suppressed anger, thrusting harder into you, not even bothering to angle his hip right as he kept his pace rough, forcing you to take him full.
"what do you even see in him, y/n?“
"would’ve punched his face if he wasn’t my darned brother.”
"shouldn’t have let him near you.“
"why do you like him that much?”
"what does he have that i don’t?“
"does he fuck you better than i do? is that it?”
"he’s not serious about you!“
"fuck it y/n, when will you see that?”
‘’i can do better than him, just give me a chance, y/n.“
with each passing minute, he grew angrier and angrier, his hip ruthlessly abusing your cunt, eager to have his sweet release. he watched as your pussy greedily sucked him in, how his dick was buried so deep inside you as he slammed it into you over and over again. oh, how the sight of your ass trembled at the rough slap of his hand, painting your skin a faint pink blush, the action had you convulsing for a quick second.
leaning in to groan in your ear, he further babbled, voice raspy with lust as he continued his attempt at influencing your cloudy thoughts in the midst of the . "that fucker doesn’t give two shit about you, oh my god. when will you see it?”
he proceeded to lower one hand down to your crotch, fingers sensually rubbing and toying with your clit, earning a sigh of pleasure from you. “this pussy? mine. only I get to come inside this tight cunt from now on. you hear me? only me.”
while he loved the way your body just melt into him, the lack of verbal responses made him unhappy. gripping your chin, he forced your head towards his, voice dangerously low as he questioned you, his other hand harshly gripped your waist, keeping you in place as he slowed his pace down to hear your answer.
"answer me when i’m talking to you. is this pussy mine?“
your fucked out self somehow managed to uttered a weak ‘yes’, satisfying the ginger haired boy.
"am i the only one who get to fill this pussy up? fill you to the brim with my cum?”
"ye- ah, ah… yes! only you!“
"good,” thoma praised, pleased to hear your answer, before picking up on his speed again, slamming your core even harder this time. his cock fit so snugly inside you, like your cunt was made only for him to fill with his creamy cum. you could feel the knot building up in your stomach, as thoma sensed that you were close too, from the way your pussy clenched and gripped his dick even tighter, causing the man to let out one last growl.
with one last ram, he came together with you as he moaned your name, once again dumping his massive warm load into you. thoma gave several weak thrusts after, trying to milk out some more cum from his cock. he stilled soon after and rested his forehead on your wet hair, taking deep breaths to inhale your scent, letting the shower wash away all traces of your dirty act tonight.
your legs were still shaking from the climax, to which thoma supported by wrapping his arms around your waist, worried that you might slip and hurt yourself trying to stay standing up. he was still buried deep inside you, indulging in the way your warm walls welcomed him - which was why he was reluctant to pull out just yet, wanting to savour the sweet pleasure your pussy has to offer him.
“fuck, that was amazing… you did great for me,” he paused to give your nape a soft kiss, “so so great.”
when he was met with silence, thoma took a closer look at your seemingly numb self. stroking your damp hair away from your tired face, he murmured a small ‘’what’s wrong?’’ as his brows contorted in concern. his warm action instantly had you tearing up seconds later, all emotions rushing in and overwhelming you. you let it all out, ugly sobbing in front of thoma, your heart pained from the realisation that childe was just using you, he never had the slightest interest in you. it was your fault for ignoring the red flags, so who else is there to blame for your own mistakes, really?
thoma sighed at this miserable sight of you. his heart dropped, partially blaming himself for your current demise. had he not asked childe to stay back earlier, you probably wouldn’t be in this pathetic state. but then again, a small, selfish part of him was glad he did so, the heartbreak his brother gave you should be the ultimatum for you to finally see childe for who he really is, right?
or maybe not. whatever. thoma didn’t dare to break his own heart thinking about the possibility of you not reciprocating his feelings. as much as it tugged at his heartstring to see your eyes glimmer with excitement at childe whenever he’s around, it wasn’t the right time to make it about himself. no, not right now.
he’ll worry about his feelings later.
pushing the depressing thoughts to the back of his mind, thoma turned of the shower and took a peek at the bathtub that had long been ignored minutes ago. he slowly pulled out of you, immediately missing the feeling of your warm core clinging onto his length.
“let’s have you rest in the tub now.”
you didn’t have any energy left in you to utter a reply, so you continued sobbing as he picked you up bridal style, carrying you and placing you inside the bathtub gently, taking careful steps to avoid slipping on the restroom tiles.
the warm water instantly relaxed your tense muscles, but your chest still tightened in pain as your strong facade gradually faltered. hugging your knees close as you sobbed into your arms, you felt comfortable showing your vulnerability in front of thoma, knowing he wouldn’t judge you for it. reminiscing over tonight’s events, you wondered if you deserved the way childe treated you. was it on you? you knew he was a major red flag, yet you willingly let your guards down for him, only to be used and discarded as soon as he had his share of fun. maybe you were to blame after all.
you felt thoma slipping in the bathtub behind you, his long legs sprawled on either side of you. pursing his lips nervously, he stared at the back of your head and waited patiently as you bawled your eyes out, his fingers mindlessly untangling your messy hair. once he was done with that, he moved on to massage your hickey-filled shoulders, helping you calm down and relax even more. he didn’t utter another word, he didn’t need to. he just hoped his presence was enough to bring you comfort.
and it did. after what seemed like another long 10 minutes, you had finally calmed down, though you still let out hiccups and weak sniffles. face damp and eyes red from crying, though your damp hair was finally smoothened out, you still felt and looked like a mess. leaning back against thoma’s chest, you took a long, deep breath, and let it out slowly. he then loosely wrapped his arms around your waist, silently admiring how your body seemed to fit perfectly in his arms.
he hummed, relieved to see you finally calm again as you both sat in silence for the next few minutes, before an idea suddenly popped up in his mind. grabbing a small duck floatie next to your bathtub, thoma let it float in front of you.
“guess it’s name,” he asked.
“you won’t believe me…” he looked into your eyes expectantly.
“well…?” you urged, bracing yourself for whatever he had to say.
“he’s christopher columbus,” thoma answered smugly, already expecting the puzzled look on your face.
“look here,” he played with the floatie again, “he set sail on a voyage, throughout shiny days and stormy nights…” he splashed it through the water to mimic a storm.
“…until he finally discovered the land of dreams. the treasure of lifetime!” he exclaimed enthusiastically.
“and that treasure is..?” you urged him to continue.
“aha, good question. the treasure is… right here,” he muttered as he placed the floatie in between your boobs, not missing the chance to brush his fingers along the curve of your breast.
you giggled, splashing some water onto his face. “you’re an idiot.”
“only for you,” thoma sheepishly replied.
“no, i mean you’re a literal dummy. hasn’t it been debunked that he’s not the first to discover america?”
“what are you, the encyclopedia?” thoma retorted, to which he earned another chuckle from you. god, he’s in love with the way you laugh, especially when he knew it was him making you do so.
“just making sure you’re getting your facts right.”
“now i can’t make jokes without a professor with a pHd in US history lecturing me? oh alright,” thoma playfully rolled his eyes at you.
“though, if you let me… then i’ll colonise this piece of land,” he added, placing the duck floatie on your left chest this time.
“yes, and no. depends on how horny i am. but for now, i mean your heart,” thoma jokingly answered, earning an unbelievable puff from you.
“out of all the pickup lines you could’ve made, you went with that?”
“i thought it’s pretty funny.”
“that’s pretty telling, coming from you,” you slyly added, giggling at the way his eyes squint at you.
“okay, what’s that supposed to mean?”
you spend the rest of the night trying to outdo each other’s shitty pickup line.
thoma wasn’t sure if you would look at him differently after tonight. but he was willing to wait, ready to give it a try with you. only question left is, would you let him?
author’s note what am i doing… venturing into angst when it’s not my expertise T.T but Team Thoma we finally won ahhh <3 let me know what you think of this last chapter! thanks for the support on my first series, I’ll see you in my future work! :)
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