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risustravelogue · 8 months

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Gifts of A Kind

Summary:

His love for you is the gift he's offering.

Featuring:

Zhongli, Alhaitham, Wriothesley

Tags:

Emotional hurt/comfort, love confessions, self-indulgent, reader has mental health issues and huge insecurity about her worthiness of being loved. Fem!Reader (referred to as a woman) who is having her birthday!

Note:

Me: Happy birthday to me! 🥳 Also me: *writes an emotional hurt/comfort piece with my favorites to cry* Haha. Also, I'm resting from the 1-week EBG grind, so have this for now. As always, enjoy~

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It’s another busy day at Bubu Pharmacy.

Sorting the medicinal ingredients in one of the back rooms, you were humming to yourself when a familiar baritone voice came from behind you.

“Happy birthday.”

You turn around to find your crush, the handsome consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, walking towards you with a huge bouquet of silk flowers, dotted with the biggest glaze lilies you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Zhongli! You remembered!” you squeal.

When the man you fancy remembers your birthday, you say thanks to Celestia above. Especially when he’s actually Liyue’s beloved archon.

—This is fine. He can never be mine, but I can have my small joys, can’t I?

“I have a gift for you,” he says with a playful lilt to his voice as he hands over the bouquet to you.

“You mean this pretty thing?”

He smiles. “No. It’s a surprise. Close your eyes.”

You obey. Your heart thumps with anticipation. Maybe you’re finally getting that cute hairclip you’ve been eyeing for a while? Or maybe…

Your thoughts dissolve into thin air when you feel a soft warmth pressing against your lips and the scent of his cologne entering your sense of smell. Your eyes flutter open to find your vision filled with him.

But it’s not joy you feel inside your chest—it’s dread.

You struggle in protest, only for him to snake his left arm around you and press his lips harder against yours. He takes the bouquet away from your hands and sets it on the table behind you while nipping at your lower lip, as if asking for permission. You put your hands on his chest and push him away, breathless.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask.

Zhongli blinks, surprised.

“I thought you wanted it. Was I wrong?”

You shake your head and offer him a frown. “Why?”

“Is that not obvious? I love you.”

—What?

“What did you just say?”

He smiles as he repeats, “I love you.”

“... Heh,” you chuckle, and it turns into a full-blown laughter. “You’re lying. You wouldn’t.”

He only stares into your eyes with those golden pupils of his, his soft expression still like the mountains. You shake your head, dispersing the thoughts that maybe, just maybe—

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “No one would, especially not you.”

You feel his left hand clench at the small of your back as his expression hardens. “Why not?” he asks.

A bitter smile grows on your lips. “You know why. I’m—you know. I’ll only be a burden for you. For anyone.”

“I can bear it, and you know that.”

“But I’m—I’m defective and you know it!” you shout, pushing him away to no avail. His eyes widen, his heart taken aback at how much you must have hurt. You feel your chest clench as you mutter, “I am not the right person for you.”

Zhongli sighs and caresses your cheek, so gently as if you are the most fragile piece of porcelain he has ever held.

“Listen. No one is perfect. Not even me. And you… you awaken something I have never felt in the thousands of years of my life. And I want—”

His lips quirk to form a painful smile.

“I want to keep you by my side, for as long as I am allowed.”

You chuckle bitterly as you slap his hand away.

“Stop it. I don’t want this. I don’t—you’re mistaken. You don’t love me. You can’t.”

Tears roll down your cheek as your fingers clench on the fabric of his suit.

“Please… you can’t.”

A heavy silence hangs between you. His fingers find their way under your chin, tilting your face up towards him.

“Look at me,” he whispers. You shut your eyes in defiance, and you can feel tears dripping down your chin.

“You are the kindest woman I know, and have a strength beyond what even most gods can comprehend. And please believe me when I say I have never met anyone like you in my life,” he says, his voice gentle like you’ve never heard before. You open your eyes to find his gaze looking softly into yours.

“I love you. I will be yours if you want me to.”

He smiles, and you can feel your heart melt.

“Let me be your strength, your rock, your home. Will my word as the God of Contracts do?”

Expressive is one of the last attributes one would assign to the Scribe of the Akademiya, who also happens to be your longtime crush.

So you were surprised to find a saccharine sweet love letter in a pink envelope containing the words “I,” “love,” and “you”—in that order, next to each other—in his distinctly neat handwriting arriving at your doorstep on your birthday.

It’s not funny anymore, you think, deciding to confront him for playing with your feelings. You stroll to his office and bang at the door harshly, your face hot with anger.

“Come in,” the room’s owner says. You barge in, slamming the letter he sent you onto his desk.

“Out of all of your jokes, I rate this shit minus a hundred out of ten,” you say, voice shaking.

The silver-haired man tilts his head, seemingly confused. “What joke are you talking about?”

“This,” you smack the tip of your index finger onto the pink envelope, the force nearly ripping the paper in two. “This fucking letter, Alhaitham.”

“Oh, that,” he says with a smile. “I assure you, it’s not a joke.”

“Stop playing around!” you shout. “You said you love me, you liar.”

“Careful, I did say that, but my patience still has an end,” he says, his voice low, almost a growl. He sighs. “Why would you say I’m lying?”

You scoff. “Because there’s no way, right? You’re perfect, men and women alike want your hand in romance, and you said you love me?”

You laugh derisively as you try to ignore the sharp pain penetrating your chest.

“You can’t love me. You can’t. I’m just a pathetic woman fumbling through life, unlike you. You’re fit as a fiddle while I have to take medication every single night, else my sanity would crumble like dust. I’m a burden to everyone I’ve ever cared about. So please, just stop.”

You feel your lips tremble as you grit your teeth in pain. Alhaitham frowns.

“Yes, I know about all that. I still love you, though.”

“Shut up, Haitham.” You lower your head and turn away, stifling back a sob. “I don’t deserve you. Nobody wants me, and that should include you.”

He slams his fists against his desk as he stands up, making you jump in surprise at his loss of composure. He saunters over around the desk and stops in front of you, his much taller figure looming over your head. His hands find their way to squeeze your shoulders.

“Who hurt you?” he demands, his palms trembling in quiet rage. “I swear I’ll hunt them down and make them suffer for making you think so lowly about yourself.”

“No one,” you lie. The pain in your chest pulses. “I’m just stating the truth.”

“It’s not the truth,” he says, his hands moving to cup your cheeks. “One as strong as you shouldn’t have such a low opinion of themselves.”

He lowers his head to meet you in a slow kiss. A tear rolls down your cheek as you relish the feel of his soft lips against yours.

“There,” he mumbles after pulling back. “Now do you believe me?”

“I don’t want to,” you finally admit, tears now streaming down your face. “I can’t.”

“Then—give me the chance to prove my love for you. Please,” he says while pulling you close. You shut your eyes, taking in his presence like a thirsty deer greedily drinking from the water’s surface. The words he whispers next have a certain promise woven into them.

“I am going to make you the happiest person in the universe.”

The Duke of the Fortress of Meropide looks a bit different than usual today. You are certain of that.

Whenever he catches sight of you, he’ll either hum tunes to himself, smile like an idiot, or walk towards you with a skip in his step that others barely miss.

Too bad you’re only his personal mechanic. Pointing his strange behavior out is way above your pay grade.

… Which is what you’ve been saying to yourself, but your feelings, your amour for him screams and rebels inside your chest, threatening to spill into the flirty sentence of “Wow, someone sure is happy to see me.” You bite on the insides of your cheeks to hold it back. After all, he knows that you’re literally sick in the head, and he wouldn’t want someone like you by his side.

He would never, ever fall in love with you.

But, if that is true… what is that beautiful bouquet of Rainbow Roses doing in his hands, then?

“Happy birthday, wonderful woman,” he greets, a grin plastered across his face. “Please accept this duke’s gratitude.”

“Gratitude?” you ask, folding your hand over your chest where your heart is—the organ working super hard to pump more blood to your already-pink cheeks.

“Yes. Gratitude for all the work you’ve done,” he says in a sing-song voice.

You sigh, trying to rein in the butterflies in your stomach. “Wriothesley, I’m not an idiot. I know what Rainbow Roses mean.”

His smile turns melancholic.

“So what do you say?”

You harden your expression, trying to keep your tone as flat as possible.

“I’m sorry… I can’t.”

An uncomfortable silence goes on for a few seconds.

“Sure you can. Why not? I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

“No, I can’t. Now please stop this nonsense, Boss.”

He takes a step closer, and you take a step back.

“Go away,” you say, turning away from him while stifling back a sob. “I can’t have you.”

He puts a hand on your shoulder. “You can. I want you to have me.”

You shake your head and shrug him off, tears starting to roll down your cheeks as the pain in your chest grows stronger.

“I can’t! I won’t burden you with… with me, of all things!”

“Stop saying that!”

Before you can react, he turns you around and pulls you into him, wrapping you with his strong arms like he’s protecting you from the cold, cruel world.

“Please stop saying that. You’re not a burden. You are never a burden.”

You try to push him away, but he doesn’t budge. His shushes drown your grunts of struggle.

“Let me go. Please, I can’t want this—I can’t want you,” you finally plead, but he only pulls you closer, trapping your hands between your chest and his. You limp, pathetic sobs filling the air as you finally surrender.

“You want to know a secret?” he asks. He does not wait for your answer.

“I think you’re perfect. The way you pursue growth, the way you love. You are the most precious thing I have in my life,” he says, his voice half a whisper. “I am eternally thankful for you. Thank you for coming into my life. I’m at my best when I’m with you, and I don’t only mean because you can fix my gauntlets.”

His embrace tightens around you. You can feel his growing stubble rub against your temple.

“And if I don’t at least try being with you, I’m sure I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

He sighs as he presses his lips to the crown of your head, the warmth sending goosebumps across your skin.

“I want to be your home. I want… no, I need you by my side,” he continues.

Your grip on his vest tightens as you feel him bury his face into your hair.

“I love you. I love you so much, my heart hurts every moment I remember that you’re not mine,” he whispers. He pulls back, only to press his lips against yours in a slow, gentle kiss the next moment.

“Please… be mine. I will never let you down. That’s my vow to you, and I intend to keep it for the rest of my life.”

He looks into your eyes, his gaze as gentle as a beautiful snowflake. You tiptoe a bit to meet him in another kiss. He chuckles as he returns the favor with passion.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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yaesnovels · 1 year

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hello! i’d like to order a bouquet with red carnations with red wrapping paper with a yellow binding for thoma!

. hold me tight !

— thoma x fem reader, no pronouns, he calls you milady once, childhood best friends to lovers, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, i think that‘s all <;3

— 3.516 words

— a/n: really like how i paced this one. i hope you like it too <3

finally, the ship reached the harbor of the land of eternity - a place you had always dreamt of visiting.

ever since the vision hunt decree and the sakoku decree had been lifted and it was possible to go back and forth between inazuma and the other nations, you were all giddy and excited to finally go. it just had taken a couple of days for the crux to prepare and finally leave.

and it took another couple of days to reach land at the end.

you were surprised you didn’t get seasick like you expected. it was a quite enjoyable journey and you were absolutely thrilled for the next journey that was expecting you, now that you officially moved to inazuma.

as soon as you reached ritou, you were stopped by an officer, who checked whether you had the proper documentations before you entered the city.

now, it was time to finally look for a certain blond-haired guy.

well, maybe once you had a bite to eat. you were starving and your stomach let out a not so beautiful sound once you smelled the different and sweet scents of desserts and snacks coming from the shops.

after your little snack time, you finally went ahead to the international trade association; beidou had told you that thoma was closely involved with kurisu and you were most likely to get a hint on your childhood best friend’s current whereabouts from there.

“hello! i was wondering if you could help me out. uhm, my name is y/n, i’m from mondstadt and i was looking for thoma?”, you spoke up to the male, in attire that was familiar to you from fontaine, standing in front of the entrance to the trade association.

“ah, yes, thoma! he was around here a couple of days ago, he must have returned to the kamisato estate. i’m afraid you just missed him”, presumably kurisu said.

“isn’t the kamisato family one of the clans mainly involved with the tri-commissions?”, you questioned. what was thoma doing with them?

“indeed, they are. thoma has been their helper for many years now, almost immediately being taken in by the family after the accident he and his late father went through. he also was helping us as the international trade association a lot. speaking of which, i haven’t introduced myself, my bad! i’m kurisu. if you have any troubles, i will do my best to help you during your visit!”, kurisu explained.

“thank you very much! now, could you possibly tell me how i can reach the kamisato estate?”

it was a somewhat long trip all the way to the estate but once you had finally reached the building, you were amazed with the view the family had from the terrace.

“what is you business at the yashiro commission?”, a guard spoke to you, startling you in your thoughts.

“oh, uhm, hello! i was looking for thoma? i heard he has been working here?”, you asked, unsure how to talk to the person in front of you, somewhat intimidated by the massive sword attached to his belt.

“yes, that is correct. one moment, let me get him for you”, the guard moved inside the estate and a couple of moments later, your best friend from all those years ago was standing in front of you.

“y/n? what are you doing here?”, he exclaimed excitedly, in disbelief that you were now here, in the place he was now calling home. he rushed to you, hugging you tightly as he was overwhelmed with the happiness coursing through his body. it had been years since he last had seen you, that being the day he had bid his goodbyes to you before leaving mondstadt once and for all with his father.

“i wanted to see you, idiot! you never wrote me or let me know you were still alive! and now that the decree was lifted, i immediately left for liyue to convince beidou to take me with her to inazuma. and now i just heard your father passed away? what happened?”, you were bombarding him with questions, still standing at the entrance of the estate.

“hey, come in at first. you must be exhausted with the travels all the way from mondstadt”, he pulled you inside, having you sit down on the bench of the garden where he promised you he’d be back with some tea and a small meal and disappeared before you could stop him.

while you were waiting for him to return, you walked around the estate, curious about the garden.

“hello, miss. apologies for startling you. may i ask who you are?”, a gentle, soft voice coming from behind you.

“oh, i am y/n! i’m a friend of thoma’s!”, you explained quickly. “i’m sorry for barging in like this!”

“ah, don’t worry about it. a friend of thoma’s is also a friend of mine! i’m kamisato ayaka, the youngest daughter of the kamisato clan. it’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n.”

“y/n! where did you disappear to– oh, hello milady! i see you two have already met. i hope it’s not an issue if my friend stays here with us for a night or two?”, thoma asked. ayaka shook her head as a no, smiling sweetly.

“it’s no problem at all! just let ayato know once he returns from his meeting in the city and everything should be fine”, ayaka excused herself and went inside the estate, as thoma led you to the terrace where a hot tea and a dish was waiting for you.

“thank you, thoma. i wasn’t sure where i was going to stay tonight. anyway! now, talk”, you playfully looked at him with a mad expression, making him laugh.

“fine, milady, i’ll tell you everything”, he replied, before he started talking about his journey, the loss of his father and how he was all by himself for a couple of weeks until he was taken in by the kamisato clan.

“... and well, once i settled in, i promised my lord i would help out by working at the estate and handling some of his business for all the help he provided while i was getting used to the new place. i had no mora to afford a trip back to mondstadt, nor was i ready to go on the same trip that cost me my father. so i just stayed here. and i guess with all that crap happening i kind of forgot to send you a letter. i’m sorry”, you shook your head as a response.

“there is nothing you have to be sorry about, thoma. of course you won’t think of writing letters to your friend when you’re in grief about your father’s death. i’m so sorry for your loss. your father was a great person, someone i really liked as one of the older generation of mondstadt.”

“i got to terms with it. we both knew what a dangerous journey this would be so i guess that helped with the processing. i’m really glad you’re here now, though. how long do you plan on staying?”, he then asked. you shrugged.

“well, i quit working at the angel’s share a couple weeks ago – the drunk guys were getting on my nerves – so i’m currently unemployed and open for anything. i don’t really have a timeframe of where i need to be back in mondstadt. not that i want to”, you murmured the last part, thoma almost didn’t get you, but since he was used to ayaka speaking quietly to herself often, he had somewhat adapted himself to pay attention more than he did before.

“why not? i miss mondstadt”, he sighed. “but i don’t think i’ll be able to go anytime soon. though i would’ve loved to go for this year’s windblume festival.”

“you should‘ve been there! it was amazing”, you replied dreamily, wished for thoma being there as your date – also purposefully trying to distract him from your reasoning why you don’t want to return to mondstadt for now. “but mayhaps you can come for the next weinlesefest? it would be a perfect time to come back.”

“that sounds like a great idea! maybe i can convince milady to join too! my lord will most likely be too busy to come but miss ayaka will definitely be delighted to join!”, he replied happily, pulling you closer to himself.

“woah, since when do you have that vision?”, you asked then, noticing the pyro vision attached to his belt.

“i got it around ten years ago. it was around the times where the kamisato clan was at a very low point. i guess the gods got their attention on me for the loyalty i promised the clan. and ever since then, this little thing has been with me”, he grinned proudly.

“i’m so happy for you”, you hugged him tightly, realizing how much you really had missed your best friend. it had been over ten years, since you last had seen him. and you were happy that nothing had changed between you two, that he was still his happy, cheerful self despite the many traumatic events he went through as a teenager.

you chatted a little more, you gave him the bottle of dandelion wine that you had brought him as a gift, knowing that he was always dying to try some — considering he wasn’t of age back when he left mondstadt.

finally, the exhaustion from your long journey crept up on you - you were almost falling asleep against his shoulder. he then showed you to the guest room, where you would be residing for a day or two, still unknown to you how visiting your best friend after years would affect your life.

the day after your first night in the land of thunder kamisato ayato returned to his home.

it had been a couple of weeks since he had left due to a mess caused in the tri-commission, especially after the shogun had called of the sakoku decree. therefore, your presence in the garden of the estate had surprised him a lot.

a quick chat with thoma had cleared things up fast and ayato happily welcomed you to his home as their guest. thoma introduced you two to each other quickly before he resumed his work.

“walk with me?”, ayato suggested, very interested in you and mondstadt – he heard so many nice things about the nation of freedom and wanted to hear some bits from you. he, obviously, could also ask thoma, but you had caught his attention. he wanted to chat with you, talk to you, listen to you tell him all about the latest festival in mondstadt, the windblume festival.

“what is a windblume?”, he asked, curiously.

“well, apparently, it isn’t a flower that really ever existed. according to the legends, it only existed in dreams centuries ago. yet, there are discussions about what flower it was, whether it was a dandelion, a windwheel aster or a sweet flower. every person in mondstadt has their own thoughts about it”, you explained.

“and? what is your windblume then?”

“hmm… i don’t really know, to be honest. i never really gave it a thought. though, if i were to decide on the spot, i think i would say dandelions”, you replied, smiling. “it is said that a windblume was a floaty flower. apparently it was in the dreams of people back when mondstadt was still under decarabian’s tyrannic control. the windblume was a symbol of the freedom our archon barbatos was able to give our ancestors. a dandelion is also a symbol of freedom, in my opinion. after all, the very first dandelion knight, vennessa, was how mondstadt was saved by the aristocrats.”

“that makes sense. i like that”, ayato replied, leading you to the seats in the entrance of the estate.

“so, tell me something about inazuma! i was always curious about your traditions and customs!”, you then suggested.

you both were deeply focused in your conversations, a giggle here and there coming from you, as thoma was watching his first and only love in front of his lord, happy and looking at him with those shimmering, beautiful eyes.

he ignored the pain in his chest as he was continuing his work.

once thoma was done with his duties and ayato had to rush out of the estate once again for another issue in the tri-commission, you and thoma got together to chat some more.

“i see you and ayato got along quite well, huh?”, thoma asked, trying his best not to sound jealous at all. though the forced tone was easily noticed by you.

“is that a problem? you asked, confused.

“no, not at all. why would it be a problem?”, he replied with another question – a habit of his when he got nervous.

“come on, don’t lie to me. i know you better than anyone, remember? is there something bothering you?”, you asked, concerned.

thoma sighed.

“i guess, i should be able to talk about it, considering it has been years”, he gave in, sitting straight in front of you, gaze serious.

“i am in love with you.”

you stared at him.

“... what?”

“you heard me. i am in love with you.”

it took you a couple of moments to process what he just said.

thoma did not expect you to wrap your arms around him, with how sudden he came forward with this confession. it was no surprise to him that you were frozen in your seat. that you were completely overwhelmed with how to feel. but it did sting when you got up so suddenly and excused yourself hurriedly, saying you need some time to think.

“hey, slow down”, ayaka stopped you as you almost bumped into her, rushing inside the estate, just wanting to be alone for a moment. “what happened?”

“i… just need to be alone. please”, you asked her, to which she nodded and let you go to the guest room. shortly after she saw thoma enter, shoulders slumped in disappointment and ayaka then understood what happened.

about two hours later thoma simply couldn’t stop himself from checking up on you. so, he knocked on your room’s door, hoping you won’t send him away. he was already pacing back and forth in the estate simply because he was so scared that he just ruined an almost fifteen years long friendship that even lasted over ten years of no contact. you had always been on his mind, never leaving his thoughts for a moment. everything he did reminded him of you.

and now he most likely ruined that.

“can i come in?”, he asked hesitantly. once you replied with a ‘yes’, he entered the room, seeing you cuddled up in the blankets. “i am so, so sorry, y/n. i shouldn’t have bombarded you with this so suddenly, especially since we only saw each other for the first time in years.”

“it’s okay. i was just overwhelmed with my emotions for a moment. that’s why i had to leave”, you replied. he sat down next to you, taking your hand into his.

“i did mean it, though. i was always in love with you, y/n. you haven’t left my mind for a single moment. i just never wrote because i was too scared that you would simply not reply and i would remain here heartbroken. i couldn’t handle that. and then i saw you all excited and happy with ayato today and i was just so insanely jealous, i can’t even explain it. yes, i was jealous. i just wanted you to look at me the way you looked at him.”

before he was able to continue, you pulled him in closer to kiss him.

thoma was so confused for a moment that he simply didn’t do anything. once he realized what was going on, he kissed you back, somewhat in desperation, thumb softly caressing your cheek.

you were tired of talking.

it wasn’t that you didn’t feel anything for him – you did. that was primarily the reason you had decided to go to inazuma. because you wanted to find him and finally get things straight with your feelings. the lifting of the sakoku decree was only a perfect timing because you were intending to just sneak into the country. you just needed to get this straight.

“i love you”, you mumbled against his lips, pulling him in more to avoid him talking more.

thoma could swear he was on cloud seven the moment he heard those sweet three words coming out of your mouth.

thoma had been dreaming of this moment more than he would admit to. he had dreamt a lot of being on top of your beautiful body, having you close your eyes in bliss, smiling contently with how good he makes you feel. and he was planning on catching up on those past ten years he spent apart from you.

the moment he had your pants pulled down to your ankles, he buried his head between your legs, licking up a stripe up to your clit. “mhm, you taste so good”, he groaned against your pussy, unable to hold back from eating you out anymore. he just had to make you come just by his tongue but he was too desperate to feel you around him.

how was he so good at this? how was he already able to tell your weaknesses?

the moment he slid a finger inside, he had you whimpering in pure desperation, hands on his nape, tugging on the little strands of hair there. “i won’t ever get enough of how good you taste, sweetheart. but i swear if i don’t feel you around my cock anytime soon, i’m probably going to explode. i promise i’m going to make you come on my tongue so many more times after this. until you beg me to stop.”

he pulled off before he went back on top of your body, you were desperately tugging on his clothes to pull them off. thoma was giving you soft pecks to distract you from the initial pain coming from the stretch of him slowly burying his cock inside. not wanting to hurt you, he was only slowly thrusting in an out of you, the moans you let out were a delight for him to listen to.

“are you feeling good?”, he mumbled against your neck, leaving soft kisses over the sensitive skin, whining at how good you felt clenching around him. you nodded, brain too hazy to form proper sentences. your legs were wrapped around his waist, holding him so close against your body as he was setting up a proper rhythm, slowly increasing the pace and he was fucking into you, almost hungrily.

the amount of care he was still putting into his thrusts, being as careful as possible not to hurt you had you overwhelmed, in tears. they were just running down your cheeks.

they had thoma scared for a moment that he did indeed hurt you, stopping in his movements, still buried deep inside you.

“are you okay?”, he asked worriedly, wiping off the tears from your cheeks.

“yes, i’m fine. i just… love you so much”, you sniffled, “you just make me feel things i never knew were possible.”

thoma couldn’t possibly describe the relief he felt once you confirmed that you were indeed okay. he picked up his pace again, this time making sure he was hitting all the right spots, slow, but somewhat rough thrusts that had you arching your back.

he made you see stars so quickly, you had never imagined feeling this good was even possible. the afterglow of you feeling like you were in a whole other universe had you shaking.

“so good for me, love, look how good you came for me”, thoma groaned, unable to keep himself back from painting your walls white, coming so nice and deep inside of you. “all mine, all mine, just mine.”

he was repeating those words like a mantra, hips still bucking inside of you, cock twitching like crazy. once he pulled out, he couldn’t help but watch his cum drip out of your hole. thoma already wanted more but he didn’t want to overwhelm you more than you already were.

he got out of the bed with shaky legs, the ecstasy from the moment of release still coursing through his veins, grabbing a towel to clean you up and pulling you in closer to his body once he laid down next to you.

“shh, everything is fine. you’re okay. it’s just me, baby. it’s always going to be me. until you don’t want me to”, he whispered into your ear, hands softly caressing your body while he was peppering kisses down your neck.

“i love you”, he mumbled again, unable to stop saying those three magical words to you, after being forced to keep quiet for years.

“i love you, too”, you smiled contently, cuddling against him as your eyes closed shut and you fell asleep shortly after.

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