I Need You; Alois Trancy x Reader

Days went by in a blur, filled to the brim with planning for the wedding and, ahem, stress relieving.

There was one thing that never left
Y/n's mind, even as she decided what dress she was to wear.

Alois hasn't once let her pleasure him as he had done for her many times now. Was this normal? For her to be the only one receiving? The one time she had offered Alois had gotten upset and ended the session.

Was she not good enough?

Doubts clouded her mind as she stared into the mirror, the seamstress finishing up her wedding dress.

"Is it not to your liking, Mistress?" The seamstress asked nervously, stepping back from the block Y/n stood on, noticing the displeased look on her face.

Y/n snapped back into reality and focused on the mirror, taking in her appearance.

"I like it, its beautiful." Y/n responded after a moment. The seamstress smiled, relieved.

"I'll ready the bill for you then, Mistress." With that the seamstress walked over to her several bags she had brought, sifting through them until she found what she was looking for.

"Leave the bill with Yuma please, you're dismissed." Y/n said, looking down at her dress in distress, her mind wondering back to the problem at hand.

"Yes, of course." The seamstress handed the bill to the handsome butler, blushing as she scurried out of the room, bags in hand.

"What ever is the matter Mistress?" Yuma asked, looking over the bill, "I assume you want me to give this to Alois?"

"Yuma, I'm... sexually desirable, right?" Y/n asked, feeling her cheeks grow hot from the question.

Yuma looked up in surprise.

Excuse me?

Just answer, please..

"Well, I personally don't see you that way," Yuma drawled, walking over to his mistress, inspecting her gown, "but to other men, yes."

"Then why.." Y/n paused, regretting even bringing this topic up. She shouldn't be relying on Yuma to help solve every problem she ever comes across.

Yuma placed a warm hand on Y/n's head and smiled reassuringly at her when she looked up at him. Y/n knew what he was saying even without him voicing it.

It's okay, you can trust me. There's no need to be embarrassed, I will never judge you.

Y/n took a deep breath, feeling a bit better after Yuma's silent reassurance.

"I'm having doubts about.. about if Alois truly loves me. He showers me with.. 'attention' but gets upset whenever I want to return the favor. Is that normal?"

Yuma hummed in thought, keeping a comforting hand atop Y/n's head.

"When you say attention, you mean sexually, yes?"

Y/n nodded, refusing to let herself become any more embarrassed than she already was.

Yuma has always been her caretaker, better than her own father. She can trust him.

"Well, all I can really say is that everyone is different. Master Alois may just not like being on the receiving end of that kind of affection."

"But he loves to cuddle and hug?" Y/n pondered, even more confused. Yuma gave her an exasperated smile.

"Yes, but that is different. Why don't you try asking him first before you start doubting whether he loves you because of this?" Yuma smoothed out Y/n's hair in a loving manner.