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Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Cyrene sent you a new message! (3)
Cyrene: could my friend stay over at your place for a week or two?
Cyrene: he kinda got kicked from his dorm and has nowhere else to go…
Cyrene: he'll be the best temporary roommate you'll ever have, i swear!
Part of you believes she is lying, but down the hallway, a large man in a banana yellow shirt and dark purple pants with yellow stars paces around your apartment door. Is that your new neighbor?
Just a few days ago a new neighbor moved in, but you have only seen him once. He has a similar build to the man pacing around your door — though, not as bulky as you remember. You also swear he had blonde hair. Did he dye it? However, the closer you get, the more obvious your questions become. This is definitely not your neighbor; this is Cyrene's friend who will stay at your place for roughly a week. She did not even give you a chance to decline, let alone ponder your decision.
Just above his head, equally energetic notable strands of hair jump to the sound of your shoes clicking against the concrete (his ahoge). Two puppy-like ears perk upwards, angled slightly in your direction. His head raises, and so does the growing smile on his lips.
"Partner!" He calls out to you, rushing over like a puppy who has been waiting for their owner's arrival. "I am forever indebted to your kindness!"
Did she really just leave a dog at your doorstep?!
My Puppy Would Never!
Chapter 1: (My Puppy Would Never) Kiss You In Your Sleep!
"Where's your stuff?" You ask, inviting your new roommate in. He slowly follows behind, copying your mannerisms. When you take off your shoes, he does too, setting the pair beside yours.
He tilts his head, and you catch him sniff the air as you walk by. "What stuff?"
Is he serious??
"Cyrene told me you got kicked from your dorm."
His ears lower. "She told you?" He asks as if you are not supposed to know in the first place.
Sighing, you stare at the abandoned dog thiren you adopted at your doorstep. He simply looks around, tail wagging happily. Oddly happy for someone who just got kicked from their dorm.
"So… you're going to sleep in those clothes?" Your gaze lowers, and his head follows, traveling down to his half-buttoned yellow shirt and purple pants decorated with matching yellow stars.
"Yes!" He beams, stepping closer to you. "I was getting ready to sleep, but then…"
His fluffy white ears on the top of his head mirror his pitiful expression with downcast eyes as he pouts. As if reliving the horrible memory, he clutches the end of his shirt. "Then I got kicked from my dorm."
Obviously, that makes you feel bad for him. The poor puppy just wanted to sleep.
There must have been a reason his roommates kicked him out, and that freaks you out. Cyrene never told you why, and neither has he. What on earth did this puppy do?! You can't discern whether your heart is racing from the fact you have no idea why your friend's friend got kicked from his dorm or the fact there is a hot man in your apartment.
Wait. Hot?
Pffft. No. What are you thinking?
Totally not because of his blazing suns that peek out from his shirt.
"Is there something on my shirt?" Phainon asks, effectively reeling you back to reality. Any more staring and you might start imagining the poor man shirtless. Seriously, what is happening to you?
Bad.
Bad. Bad. Bad. This is bad.
"This is very bad." You say aloud. Meanwhile, your new thiren roommate stands in front of you, unaware — slightly unaware of your mental spiral.
Thinking it might have to do with sleeping arrangements, he suggests, "I can sleep on the floor!"
That is definitely not what you are worried about, but should be. With Phainon coming on short notice, you are severely under prepared. All those days of disregarding the possibility of an uninvited guest bites back at you. No extra pillows and no extra blankets. Just one bed, one blanket, and two pillows at best.
"You are not sleeping on the floor, Phainon." You sigh.
"Then…" The dog thiren steps towards you, slowly falling to his knees, large hands scrunching the fabric over his chest, or lack thereof. His head tilts, eyes pleading. He acts like he does not know the answer to his question. "Where will I sleep?"
"With me— I mean- on my bed." You say, looking away from him. Dear Aeons, how will you survive the week? "And stand up!"
Accepting your fate, you decide to show him around. The kitchen, which is right by the entrance. The living room with a sliding door that leads to the balcony where you hang-dry your laundry. A small hallway to the right of the entrance, leading to your bedroom, a bathroom at the end of the hall, and a small utility room on the opposite side of your bedroom. Of course, you add what he can and cannot do.
"Make yourself at home, but don’t mess with anything on my desk and put everything back where you found it."
When you turn around, he simply stares down at you. Was he paying attention to your tour at all?
"Yes ma'am." He beams, tail wagging happily as he paws at your shoulder. "Avoid desk and return belongings to its rightful place!"
"Good. Now, let's get ready to sleep."
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Honestly, you did not know what to expect, but it definitely is not this. Who knew sleeping with a dog thiren would be so hard.
In the middle, a long pillow splits the bed in half.
"You'll sleep here." You say, patting the space beside you.
Eager, Phainon follows, but his ears lower when he sees you settle behind the makeshift wall.
"No cuddles?"
Is this what got him kicked? Overly clingy and needy behavior. Too tired to reason or argue with your new roommate, you give in to his requests.
"Will you sleep if we do?"
His ears perk, tail aggressively wagging. "I'll be asleep before you know it!"
Without hesitation, he grabs the pillow, tossing it aside before settling absurdly close to you. He lies on his side, arm propping his head slightly upwards. Softly, he taps on the space beside him.
You really hope you don't regret this.
Exhausted, you sigh, lying in the only space you are allowed to: in Phainon's arms, pressed against the wall. The moment you rest on his arm-pillow, he wraps his other arm around you. Just this once, you tell yourself, trying your hardest to fall asleep. At least you are not facing him. The last thing you want is a large puppy panting in your face. Peace, quiet, and sleep is what you need. Peace, quiet-
Not even a few seconds later, you hear his tail periodically thump against the mattress — like it did earlier when he removed the makeshift wall. Falling asleep with a dog thiren might just be impossible.
"Phainon…"
You just know he has the stupidest smile plastered over his face as he nuzzles his nose against your neck, very much content with the cuddles.
"Yes?"
"Could you give me some space?"
Behind him lies the largest estate of bed you will ever see in your life. Unfortunately for you, you are confined to the small space between your new roommate and your bedroom wall.
He hums, nuzzling your neck a few more times before responding. "Mhm…"
Once he shifts away, you spring up to make your escape. As if he knew you would do so, his hold on your waist tightens, pulling you back into his arms. Sure, you have a little more space, but you were hoping to create some much needed distance between him too. He is too warm…
His leg comes up between your thighs, slotting itself in its rightful place — he probably thinks so. You end up mimicking his pose to keep your feet away from his soft and fluffy tail.
So much for space…
Later that night, you awake to the soft sound of breathless whispers and heavy breathing. The memory of your new thiren roommate floods in the back of your mind. Stiff from sleeping in such a confined space, you lean away to stretch. Only then do you feel something cold and wet dry on your shoulder before it is kissed, and left to dry once more.
Feeling the subtle shift in your position, your thiren roommate behind you thrusts upwards, likely masking it as 'fixing his position' from the way he stretches — as if he was not making out with your shoulder moments ago. The slow rolling of his hips against yours makes itself known — or rather, he does not seem to care enough to hide it anymore. His soft whimpers grow louder with each agonizingly slow thrust, your slick soaks your panties, and the head of his cock kisses your clothed entrance. Your stomach flutters with phantom butterflies and your hole pulses around nothing.
"Phainon?" You say, turning your head to face him, only to be captured in a surprisingly soft kiss.
It goes from a human-like kiss, tongues chasing one another, to a kiss that you assume thirens must be familiar with. His lips travel downwards, leaving open-mouthed kisses along his journey. Lovingly, he licks a long stripe up your neck, passionately and slowly dragging his tongue along the base of your neck up to the bottom of your ear. The air cools his saliva, and you are left shuddering.
Your thiren roommate grows exponentially aggressive, grabbing and squeezing every soft part of your body. Thighs and hips. However, once he reaches your breasts, he is far gentler. Carefully placing his hand over the soft mounds before teasing the hardening buds with his index finger and thumb.
The pace of his thrusts and the roll of his hips increase accordingly, and before long, you find yourself grasping your bedsheets while crying into your pillow. The sound of soft moans, skin against skin, and slick and pre-cum mixing with one another fills the room.
What a particularly interesting… dream of your new roommate.
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Naturally, when you wake up, you are quick to check underneath the covers. No slick. No cum. Surprised, you even rush out of bed to check your underwear. Completely dry — unreasonably clean, even.
What… an odd dream indeed.
"Good morning." Phainon yawns, stretching in bed once you step foot back into the bedroom. He coils back to his previous position, but with you missing from your spot, he opts for your blanket.
He does not seem bothered at all, so it must have been a dream. Well, that is awkward. A wet dream of your roommate who moved in not even 24 hours ago? Yeah, you need to touch some grass, maybe splash yourself with some un-horny water along the way.
Yet, when you look over at him, you cannot help but feel like it was real. Dear Aeons, you need to take your mind off this.
"I'm gonna take a walk." You tell him, grabbing a sweater from your wardrobe.
Maybe you should have used another excuse because the dog thiren jumps up and out of bed, chasing after you.
"Take me with you!"
You end up walking with Phainon around the block.
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Later that day, you arrive home from a six-hour long study session with Danheng and Hyacine. Phainon is not home, evident by his missing pair of shoes. So, you take this time to make a home-cooked meal, and while plating the food, someone knocks on the door.
"Partner! I'm home!" Phainon yells, knocking profusely.
The moment you open the door, a large dog throws himself onto you like an old habit. He sees the plates on the counter, eyes lighting up at the display of food. Not just one plate, but two.
"You cooked for us?"
Proud, you nod before carefully prying him off, not expecting him to actually jump you. Thank the Aeons that you had held onto the doorway to the kitchen or the both of you would have fallen over. His nose nuzzles against your neck, arms wrapped securely around your hips as he lifts you from the ground, twirling you around before setting you back down. However, unbeknownst to you, your scent seems to sour his mood.
"Why do you smell like that?"
It is the first time he is concerned about your smell. Thinking it must be the result of cooking, you say, "It comes with cooking food."
He shakes his head, shoving his face deeper into the curve of your neck. His hands come up to your shoulders, tugging your shirt downwards in frustration.
"No- No, not that. It's just— You smell like— Did you hang out with someone day?"
The question makes your stomach turn, but in a way you cannot discern. It feels good neither bad — maybe both? Not only that, but the fact he is this close makes you nervous.
"Yeah." You lean away from him, pulling your shirt back up. "I had a study session with my friends."
"You only studied, right?" He pouts kneeling to your level, tugging at the helm of your shirt with two fingers.
Dear Aeons, you might need another walk and maybe a better shirt. At this rate he might as well rip it off. The way he looks up at you, pleading like a kicked puppy does not help either.
"What are you on about? We just studied…"
Fortunately, your response seems to suffice.
"Good! Now, what did you cook for us?" He peeks over at the plates behind you, pawing at the plate to bring it closer.
Of course, you made your favorite and happily explained the process. In the middle of rambling, you finally notice how intently he is staring at you. Mouth full, but his eyes are all on you. Those sky-blue eyes of his are heavenly, and distractingly so. It just makes you want to lean in, get lost in those beautiful eyes, and kiss him—
"And?" Phainon says, reminding you to finish your sentence.
You stammer, trying to find your words. An unfamiliar heat rises to your cheeks, and while you are switching between staring at his face, the food, and his teasingly low shirt, you catch a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. The smile disappears just as quick, lost in the action of him munching on the food you made. You have barely eaten, let alone taken a bite of your favorite dish.
"And then you knocked on the door." You end, stuffing your face with food to keep your mouth busy.