When he feels anxious

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Lukas Pov

No matter how many kwamis I count, or how many melodies hum, I just couldn't sleep. I couldn't shake off the glum feeling in my chest.

I tossed and turned, trying to find a good comfortable spot— but to no avail.

A small sigh in annoyance escaped my lips as I turned back to face (Y/N).

My eyes growing wide as saucers, seeing her still awake. Eyes looking a little droopy, yet adorable nonetheless. I looked at her confused—

"Babe it's late, why aren't you asleep?" Caressing the soft skin of her cheek, I then tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

She smiled at me, nuzzling her face close to the palm of my hand.

"I was about to ask you the same thing. Aren't you tired?" (Y/N) mumbled under her breath, going down to press small butterfly kisses on the crook of my neck.

I closed my eyes and sighed, feeling the sweet sensation of her fiery lips melting my worries away. "A little bit." Was what I could only muster out.

Our bodies flushed against each other, with her cuddling close as I brush her skin in a comforting manner.

After what happened earlier today, after that passionate love making we've done—

I'm starting to feel this almost overwhelming pain welling deep inside me.

The memory of her eyes filled to the brim with tears, the way she winced in pain when I started moving.

She reassures me she was fine, but I still felt guilty.

Her (E/C) eyes looked intently at mine. The way her lips curl into a pout, how hair freely moves around when she snuggled close.

I couldn't help but wrap my arms around her, quite forgetting about the fact that we were still bare.

But she didn't seem to mind, going back to continue her sweet assault on my collarbone.

I'm happy to have her snuggled up in my arms, to have shared this intimate experience with her.

It made my heart soar knowing that she felt the same way, that she wanted to take our relationship further.

Nevertheless, the memory of her discomfort still alarmed me.

(Y/N) must've noticed the distressed and anxious look on my face as she wraps her arms around my waist— I thought that she'd be asleep by now.

"Something is wrong. My girlfriend senses are tingling." She spoke, a small yawn escaping her lips afterwards. I couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"That's a thing? I'm fine, darling." I mused, diving in to press a soft kiss on the bridge of her nose. She gave me a bemused look, a tint of blush slowly starting to form on her already rosy cheeks.

"You can tell me anything, I'm your girlfriend." (Y/N)'s arms wrapped tighter around my waist, her (E/C) eyes looking intently at mine.

"I know, sugarplum." I gave her another small kiss, which seemed to have her reddening up in mere seconds.

I'm pretty sure she's going to stop pestering me until I spill— So I might as well tell her.

"I may be a little distressed." A small sigh escaped my lips as I admitted, my eyes quickly averting her gaze as I awkwardly continued.

"You l-looked uncomfortable earlier. I was worried that you felt discomfort or maybe s-soreness.. I'm sorry if I pushed you to hard."

I can already feel my cheeks heating up lively, I subconsciously scolded myself for sounding like a stuttering fool.

"What're you talking about? I was going to ask for a second round."

I was baffled at her bold response, and I could tell that my face was burning with undeniable blush. My eyes growing as wide as saucers as I try to comprehend her words.

"I—i.. What?" Sounding rather stupid, i started to mumble incoherent words. But then I saw her reaction.

(Y/N)'s cheeks were puffed up, it was as if she was trying to hold her breath. Eventually, her voice came out, and she started giggling. "I was kidding, you dork." She said in between her laughing.

A moment of relief washed over me. The intercourse was amazing.. She was amazing, But I don't want to see her uncomfortable or distressed. My mind started to ponder—

Wait— does that mean she doesn't want to do it anymore?

My small question was briefly answered when she spoke.

"I'd like to try that again, maybe not soon— but I'd definitely like to try again." I noticed that she started to fiddle her fingers, a small perk that she does whenever she's embarrassed.

Blush once again formed on her cheeks as she continues.

"It's natural to feel slight discomfort— T-the first time we do it. At first, I felt a little discomfort.. But you were doing your best to make me feel the up most pleasure! I loved every second of it, Luka."

Her words eased my regrets and worries, it made me happy knowing that she was delighted.

"I love you, (Y/N)"

I couldn't think of any other response to give her. Feeling content, I buried my face into her chest. Her warmth and soft scent indulging my senses, instantly melting my worries away.

(Y/N) started to play with my hair, softly humming a small tune as she twirls her finger around my locks.

My eyes started growing heavy as her tantalizing aroma filling my lungs, her soft voice and beautiful humming got me sleeping in no time. But before all that, I heard her response—

"I love you too, Luka."

I just noticed something—

Y'all must've liked that Smut Chapter cause I feel like alot of you guys skipped some chapters to read that one 😂

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Y'all must've liked that Smut Chapter cause I feel like alot of you guys skipped some chapters to read that one 😂

I'm sorry that I couldn't make a better smut chapter. Honestly, I didn't know what I was doing when I wrote that one 🤣 I tried making it as sweet and as innocent as possible, but I still think it turned out weird.

I might make more again soon! For the Husband scenario one ofc.

Buuut anyways— Thanks so much for reading! Y'all know the drill lol. But is you don't— Just leave a vote and comment your thoughts on this chapter 😂

Annnd as always, requests are still open. Read the REQUEST PAGE chapter to find out how to request a story from me!

See y'all next time <3

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