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TO NOTE: Phainon is a Samoyed hybrid :) Btw the position is like yall r on the couch and you’re in between his legs facing him as he’s nuzzling into your shoulder. Your thighs are on top of his and your ankles are behind him! Hope this helps
You had always thought that those stupid questions, like “Would you love me if I was a worm?” or “Are you still mad mad at me or just mad?” were the kind of things grouchy girlfriends asked.
So, you could only stare in shock when Phainon, buried in the crook of your neck, asked:
“My dawnlight, would you still love me if I was a worm?”
You coughed on your saliva, trying your hardest not to burst out laughing in consideration of his feelings. In your coughing fit, Phainon leaned back and crossed his arms, grumpy that you didn’t answer immediately.
“Is that a no?”
You covered your mouth and shook your head, struggling to catch your breath. “Ug- No- Just-“
You took a sharp inhale and finally calmed down, stifling a giggle. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t.. Expect you to ask a question like that.”
“So? Would you?” He narrowed his eyes, ears folding like he could pounce on you at any given moment.
You smiled sheepishly, trying to predict all possible outcomes. Realistically, how could you ever love a worm? Worms can't even talk, for Aeon’s sake! But if you did tell him that.. he would be absurdly dejected for the entire week, or maybe even a month.
A little white lie wouldn’t hurt, right?
You looked away from his piercing glare, scratching the back of your neck. “Uh.. Of course I would! I would love you in every form!” Your words trailed off into a mumbling silence, a clear indication of your nervousness. Phainon’s feelings were extremely easy to influence, and as his partner, you knew you held the most power in that regard.
As you slowly began to look at his face to observe his expression, a cold sweat broke out on your forehead.
A low growl rumbled in his throat, his tail brushing against the couch mischievously. “Don’t lie to me, dawnlight.”
“Hah- Uhm-” you pushed against his knees that were at your sides, scrambling away from him. Phainon caught your ankle and pulled you against his torso with abnormal strength.
A playful glint flashed in his eyes as he tried to maintain this dangerous facade. “Say it like you mean it.”
You held your breath, fists against his rising chest. “I would! I would love you if you were a worm!!”
“And?” He huffed, agitated.
“I would buy you a giant tank and the best quality soil! I would put the tank on the bed next to me so we can sleep together at night! I would carry you around wherever I go and always make sure you don’t shrivel up and die!” The words flew out of your mouth in fear, all of your effort going into making sure Phainon would be satisfied with your answer.
You bit your lower lip as a few moments of suffocating silence passed. Little by little, his expression softened and his mouth curled into a giant grin that stretched ear to ear. His tail perked up, violently wagging as he tackled you into the cushions.
“Woah!-”
Phainon caged you in his muscular arms and pressed you against the couch, rubbing his cheek against yours. “Attagirl!” He licked a few apology swipes on your ear and hummed a tune in contentment.
You sighed and hugged him back, a smirk uncontrollably plastering itself on your features. Who was the boyfriend in this relationship, truly?