The Tailor's Bride | Trenderman x Reader

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝. 𝚂𝚒𝚡 | 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚄𝚙 𝚂𝚎𝚡

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry if I upset you earlier. I know you understand that we both didn't quite expect this relationship, but I vow to take care of you and if intimacy is necessary I won't hesitate, as long as it pleases you." Trender said as uninsanely as he possibly could, knowing that to anyone else that would sound entirely insane.

(Y/n)'s body began to heat beneath his touch, perhaps not unreasonably, considering he's rarely touched her. However, her skin felt like a fire as she grumbled into the pillow in response.

"It is sinful to feel this way." She whined, considering acts of adultery weren't allowed in her culture unless a couple was bonded, not just married.

"It is completely natural for you to feel sexual attraction and it would be just as natural if you didn't. It's not sinful, we are married." Trender answered, holding back a scoff so she didn't react the wrong way.

"It is sinful, we don't love each other and we are not bonded." She whimpers softly in response as Trender rubbed warm circles into her skin. "I'm not good enough for you."

"What? What are you talking about?" Trender asks, moving her head to face him. (Y/n) kept her eyes squeezed shut.

"You hold no attraction to me, it would not be fair to please myself if you are unsatisfied." She explains, considering if she was to act upon the sin, she'd want to do it if there was mutual attraction, not just because she was getting all warm and wet.

Trender released a sigh, had he truly been so insensitive to her self image? So focused on her need to be perfect he never took a moment to assure her that she, herself, without all that abuse lodged up in her brain, was still perfect. He had complimented her hadn't he? Though perhaps to her that does not speak attraction.

"You do not love me and you hold no attraction for me. I am a horrible bride. You should've chosen your bride, not required to take my hand." She continued, answering his silence. Trender sighed and lifted her up and onto his lap. He watched her face light up once more and her pretty little (e/c) eyes widen in surprise.

"(Y/n), you are a beautiful woman. Any man or woman would be lucky to have you as their bride. You have so much more to offer than your looks and have so much to learn about taking what you deserve. And what you deserve now is a moment to relax and... release. But only if you'll allow me to do so." Trender whispered into her ear, feeling the woman shudder against him. A soft whine left her and Trender felt a hungry thump in his chest.

"Y-you should have dinner... I-I will prepare... r-re... p-prep... I-I... I do not know what to do." (Y/n) stammered, her hands resting on Trender's chest as she looked at him with innocent and begging eyes. She felt so warm and with that soft shiver on her flesh, he felt that hunger rise and begin to boil.

"I will do everything required. You just make sure you tell me when to stop. Do you wish to continue?" Trender asks, brushing his skin against her neck, hearing a hitch in her breath.

"Y-yes." She answers, waiting for him to do anything and everything. His hands cold on her skin and yet her body warm.

Trender's hands moved up and down her body, shaping her frame with his hands until he lifted her up and set her on the edge of the bed. (Y/n) inhaled sharply when his hands moved up and beneath her nightgown. Not knowing what to do or say, she just continued to breathe in and out.

She closed her eyes to focus as his cold hands cradled her bottom beneath her undergarments. He waited for permission before wiggling them slowly down her thighs, down her calves and throwing them aside.

"I-I do not... understand..." she exhaled, his thumbs rubbing circles into her thighs as she awaited contact to her soaked region. (Y/n) inhaled deeply and exhaled, awaiting his next move. Her leg involuntarily moved due to the feeling of silk moving slowly up her thigh.