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There was never a dull moment at the TV Time studio. It was always a cacophony of noise; whether it be the cheering of the audience, the yelling of the backstage crew or the occasional Mr.Tenna pre-show meltdown. It was overwhelming at first but after a while it became so comfortingly familiar.
Y/N let herself into the studio bright and early, per usual with her tray of coffee in hand. Her job at the studio was Tenna’s personal assistant and that included everything, pre show and post show check-ups, tailoring, maintenance, secretary work, emotional support, you name it. That's what her job entailed and she can't say she didn't love it. What girl didn't want to spend her days around her secret infatuation?
Indeed, she had fallen victim to the "I'm sort of really in love with my tall hunk of a boss” Surely this wasn't an original experience, she thought to herself. He was sweet, considerate, tall, charming, tall, handsome and did she say tall? Still, there was an undeniable tension between them that could not be overlooked by the pair in question and the rest of the 'TV TIME' cast. The extra time he spent with her, the lingering touches, the flirty comments, his softer tone and his probable favouritism she refused to admit to, made it all the more evident. Either way, she knew that her feelings and advances had to be limited to what was classified as work appropriate, or so she thought.
“Goodmorning!”
She chimed as she handed each one of her coworkers their curated caffeinated drink. She made small talk with the rest of the staff as she made her way towards the big red door with a golden star plaque right at the center. In bold letters it read “Mr. ‘Ant’ Tenna”. She opened the door, letting herself in as she had done so many times before.
“Mornin’ boss.” she said softly as she shut the door behind her.
Tenna sat in front of his vanity, his red coat draped behind his chair as he fumbled with his tie.
“Ah, well if it isn't my star employee! Good morning sweetheart!” He affectionately greeted as she strode up to his chair– to hand him his cup labeled with a heart.
He seemed to have taken notice as his screen flushed a shade of pink.
“Th-Thank you for this, as always.” He chuckled.
“Dont mention it.” She smiled sweetly, that smile he loved so very dearly.
He took a sip of the warm brew and let out a pleased hum.
“Just how I like it.” He said as he looked down at her.
Despite the fact that it was a normal comment, it still made the girl feel some type of way. Forcing himself to look away from her, he resumed his failed attempts at tying his yellow tie.
“Did you uh, need help with that boss?” She cracked a small smile at his failed attempt.
“That would be appreciated.” He admitted shyly.
She nodded and wordlessly went to retrieve the star patterned stool she needed in order to reach the mountain of a man that was Tenna. This only accentuated the drastic size difference between the pair as she climbed up to finally reach his tie at the top of his neck. She took hold of the tie on either side of him, pulling him closer to her, which caught him off guard earning her a sound of surprise she found adorable— flashing him a sly smile.
“I could shrink down if that's better-” He uttered.
“No need. Besides, I like you at your full height.” She admitted, feigning confidence.
His eyes (?) widened at this as she continued tying his tie unfazed.
“I-is that so?” He asked, bordering nervousness.
“Oh yes indeed.” She said as she finished up, admiring her work.
“There we are— handsome Mr.Tenna.” She praised, watching him slightly melt at it.
“Now, shall I run you through your schedule?”
“Ah-Ahem- Yes! Please, that would be fantastic.” He got up, grabbing his coat from the chair and slipping it over his broad frame.
Y/N walked over to his desk that was way too big for any normal sized person and took a seat on her chair as she waited for the big man to take a seat in his even bigger chair.
“Right then, starting in the next half hour there’s a briefing with yourself, Mike and the weather crew for today’s programming. Afterwards, you are to be prepared for today's broadcasting to then film right after. You've also been booked for a call with one of our partners in the Cyber City and after that— you and I can look over ratings and budgeting for the next month.” She explained eloquently, handing him some papers that were relevant to the information she had just shared. He reached for them, dwarfing her hand with his to then reach for his reading glasses.
“Let’s see here…” He muttered, adjusting the rectangular frames. She gazed up at him, finding his glasses awfully charming.
“What's that look for, doll?” He gave a bashful smile. She giggled and shook her head innocently. He seemed to catch on rather quickly.
“Age is catching up to me, cut me some slack will ya?” He ruffled her hair playfully, earning him protests on her behalf. He finally put the glasses back in their case after he finished reading.
“They suit you.” The girl admitted shyly, smoothing her hair back down.
“You and your flattery, you're gonna kill me one of these days with all your sweet talk.” He let out an airy chuckle.
She didn't expect him to admit that. Looking into his screen, she gave him her brightest smile.
“Maybe that's been my plan.” On cue, his fans started whirring up as his screen bore a dusty pink colour. The girl began gathering her things in her book bag as his eyes followed her every move. Before she could leave he gently caught her hand in his.
“And we're still having lunch today, right?”
She looked down at their interlinked hands in surprise, dragging her gaze up to meet his.
“Wouldnt miss it for the world.” She grinned, and took her leave.
Once the door shut, steam blew out of his vents almost cartoonishly. He quickly snapped himself out of it and confidently strutted out to his briefing.
Y/N checked her watch, deciding that it was an appropriate time to start heading to the briefing of the day. She got to the door, knocking and awaiting Tenna’s “Come in, dear!” She never got tired of hearing. As she let herself in he smiled warmly at her.
“There she is!” He opened his arms dramatically. It made her chuckle bashfully as she took her seat at the head of the table right next to her beloved boss. She was last to arrive and was quick to pull out her pink notebook covered in TV Time stickers as well as relevant documents to hand to Tenna as the briefing went on. Mike was first to clear his throat and begin the briefing. The secretary moved on autopilot, she understood everything that was happening as she took notes of everything important but as the conversation went on it became almost a sort of background noise. She could only ever clearly hear Tenna’s laugh and corny jokes, momentarily breaking her out of her daze. Eventually she'd get lost in the rhythm of writing once more and when the conversation turned to friendly chatting and catching up, she found herself doodling in the corner of the page, drowning out everything going on around her. It wasn't until she heard a familiar voice calling out to her over and over that she snapped out of it.
“Y/N? Could I see those papers, sweetheart?”
“Huh?! Oh- sorry love, here.” She handed him the papers, not catching her slip up.
It clicked that she said something she probably shouldn't have as his shoulders tensed and Elnina snorted. She never used any terms of endearment with him, on the other hand it was very common for him to do so with things such as “dear, darling, sweetheart, etc…”, blaming his old-timey nature– everyone in the workplace found it sweet, so very him. It's not that she didn't want to, hell— there was so much that she wanted to say…and do to him. She simply feared what would happen if she finally put ‘work appropriate’ aside and let emotion take over her rationality. As she caught onto her out of character slip up she wordlessly went beet red.
“M’Sorry…sir…” She mumbled so only he could hear, secretly fearing Elnina's teasing.
“I-it’s quite alright, besides it's not like I mind…and you know that, don't you?” He reassured her, not being able to help his flirtatious advances, though he sounded flustered too.
Tenna had also fallen victim to "I'm kind of in love with my adorably charming assistant.” What a classic trope, who could have possibly predicted this? He knew that she knew that he knew that they both knew. (sheesh, what a mouthful!) But once again, the fear of what that would mean for both of their careers lingered at the back of their minds. The briefing went on smoothly, Y/N’s little slip up not being noticeable enough to cause any sort of scene. It made her mind wander, however…would it be so wrong to indulge herself and finally express to Tenna how she really felt? Would it be such a crime for a girl to live in her truth? Y/N was never a passive person, she was confrontational and always upfront about her feelings. Which is why this aimless game of avoiding any sort of verbal confirmation of what was already very obvious was killing her! Realistically, Tenna is the only man who has ever made her feel secure, safe and loved. It was written in the stars that they were the perfect pair— soulmates even. This could really work, they would make it work and they wouldn't even have to try! Perhaps it was time she took matters into her own hands.
Existential crisis aside, the meeting finally concluded, the room going down in numbers until Tenna and Y/N remained.
“That went well.” Y/N spoke first, Tenna agreeing with a satisfied hum.
“I agree, though you did seem out of it.” He commented, looking down to her sitting frame, hands in her lap and attentively staring up at him, his heart throbbed at the sight.
“Well maybe a little bit…I still took notes though!”
“Always the reliable one aren't you, dear?” Tenna stifled a chuckle.
“Only for you, Tenna.”
“No honorifics this time?”
“Nah. Maybe we're past that now.”
“Oh are we?”
She chuckled at his sassy reply. She said his name again, simply because she wanted to, because she loved the way it sounded and oh how he loved the way it rolled off her tongue.
“Tenna.” She batted her lashes. He tucked her hair behind her ear, having to lean down more than the average man would. Then again, there was nothing average about Tenna. The tension in the office began thickening to the point that it could be sliced with a knife, the proximity between the pair diminishing more and more. Tenna’s hand remained at the side of her face— feeling confident, the girl placed her hand over his, pressing it closer to her face and running her thumb over his gloved hand. She heard his fans start up as they had this morning, smiling warmly at the TV host.
“Do you always get nervous this easily?” She mused.
“Are you really going to make fun of me right now? Let me have this, why don't you?” He scoffed playfully.
“Sorry, sorry.”
“But ah…I think you and I both know you're the only one who gets the…VIP special.” He mentally punched himself for the term he used, only trying to insinuate that she's the only one who can see him come apart since…she's the reason.
“Oh really?” She laughed at his corny comment.
“And tell me Tenna…What does the VIP special entail exactly?” She inched closer, taking a hold of his tie.
“Oh stars…you’re killin’ me here, doll.” He couldn't help but let his gaze fall to her expression, her figure, her hair, her eyes, her-
He was infatuated. He needed her so badly it made him hurt. She completed him in a way no one else ever could, she made him whole, she made him feel alive— she was everything. She gave him a knowing look, a look urging him to say the right thing, to say what they both knew desperately needed to be said. Her gaze was inviting, pulling him into the endless pit of her dark eyes that he so desperately yearned to get lost in.
“Y/N, I need you to say it to me.” His tone changed to more serious suddenly.
“I want you to tell me you feel the same too. That you want this just as badly as I do.” He had an almost pathetic expression, the small girl feeling her body heat up.
“I’ll make you so happy, darling. I promise I will–i’ll take good care of you.” His fans got louder and the girl could hear her heart beating out of her ears, was this really happening?
“I just need you to say it. Say you feel the same, say you love me, say you love TV. For Heaven’s sake, please, please, please just…—”
She suddenly let go of his tie, for a moment he panicked thinking he has said too much, that was until she reached for his other hand, intertwining it with hers and she turned to plant a chaste kiss onto the hand that rested gently on her cheek , bringing it down afterwards to hold into hers.
“I was so afraid, Tenna.”
“Afraid this would ruin my job because I love the studio and more than anything I love working with you. You've made me feel like I matter, like I'm loved.”
“And most of all, I've loved you. I've loved everything about you, you're everything I've ever wanted and more.”
“You're perfect. I love you and I love TV, so, so, so much.” He could almost whimper at the praise, the satisfaction of hearing the words he so desperately yearned for broke the dam within him.
“Say it again.” He demanded and she knew exactly what he wanted, reaching to his shoulders and his hands pulled her into his lap with ease
“I love you.” She snaked her hands around his neck.
“Again.” He pulled her hips impossibly closer, earning him a pleasured sigh.
“I love TV” He hoisted her up into his arms and hastily set her down on the tall table, caging her between his large arms. She reached up for him, needing to touch him— to feel him between her fingers.
“Again.” He said breathily next to her ear, she groaned not being able to stand the tension.
“I-i love you…i love- i love TV, oh please Tenna, i love-”
He cut her off, kissing her so lovingly as he held her tightly. It felt so perfect, his hand engulfing her waist, the hand behind her head desperately holding her against his lips, searing the confession with this very kiss. Her hands desperately pulled at his collar, searching for more, more, more, taking whatever she could. She ground into him, earning a desperate groan from the both of them, breaking the kiss apart.
“Mine, mine, you're mine all mine, mine alone, mine to touch, mine to love.” He said as he kissed down her neck, fangs grazing her supple skin.
“All yours, Tenna. All for you, fuck- Tenna i need-” As she reached down to his belt, yells in the hallway could be heard.
“Fuck’s sake where is he?!” One Pippins yelled.
“Mr.Tenna! We need you in your dressing room, we're on in 30!” Another Pippins added shortly after. They stopped mid makeout suddenly. The girl halfway through sucking a mark into his neck and Tenna’s hands mid-way through snaking up her thighs. They backed off each other, catching their breaths. His secretary had the most pleased expression across her face.
“What?” He asked curiously.
“Nothin’ just didn't know you had that in you.” She bit her lip to stifle a chuckle
“Oh trust me honey, there’s much more that I have in me that you haven't seen.”
“How soon can I find out?”
He laughed tilting her chin up to kiss her again. She caressed the side of his screen, relishing in the staticky feeling she felt against her lips.
“Mmh i really do love TV…” She pulled at her collar that was already unbuttoned at the top, wearing way too much than she would like at the moment, practically inviting him to take it off her.
“Youre playing with fire now, sweetheart.”
“I know.”
“I have to go.”
“I know.” He laughed at her repetition, pinching her cheek.
As he straightened his posture she pulled him right back down, fixing his tie, tightening it just enough to earn a choked gasp out of him.
“At least let me fix your tie.” She said in a sultry tone. He allowed himself to indulge in a few more kisses, their hands getting lost across each other's bodies until Mike was the one to come down yelling and then they had to actually cut it out.
As he got up he asked her once more with a smile:
“Lunch?”
“ ‘Scuse me, I have a name.” She responded cheekily.
“Geez, you're so corny.” He said as he blushed.
“Says you.” She playfully pushed him away with the tip of her shoe.
“I'll see you later in my office, sweetheart.” He said to her softly. She waved goodbye, allowing him to take one last look at her beautifully dishevelled state, sprawled across the table just for him, he almost considered tossing today's broadcasting out the window but with better judgement, he gently left the meeting room. Soon after the secretary left as well, making sure to leave enough time between both of their exits so no one suspected a thing.
Recording had ended and it had been a great shooting, meaning Tenna was in a pleasant mood. Y/N was completing paperwork while recording wrapped up, adding notes where re-evaluation was necessary. Her mind wandered, rewinding back to her earlier ordeal with her boss. In the heat of the moment, many things were said, things that she had wanted to say for a while now. She had been pining for her boss for ages now, yet she still wanted to understand what exactly was their relationship now. Whatever had happened in the meeting room, she wanted more of it. She knew what she felt for Tenna was real and had an inkling that he felt the same too. He did literally tell her to her face. With confidence she strode down the hallway that led to his office.
She knocked, waiting for his response.
“Who is it?!” His smooth voice asked.
“Meeee” She replied.
“Come in, dear!”
The girl gently opened the door, closing it behind her. She looked up to meet his gaze only to be met with the back of his chair, smoke oozing into the air. She knew of her boss’s habit, hell, she'd lit his cigarette she doesn't know how many times. Sure, he needed to lay off it but damn was it hot. He turned to face her, cigarette between his teeth and to make it all the more better he had shed his red coat, leaving him in his white button up and suspenders with his sleeves rolled up, putting on display his delicious looking forearms. She drank in his appearance, wanting nothing more to climb him like a tree and— She snapped out of her lust clouded haze and cleared her throat, he seemed amused and was he already blushing?
“What can I do for you today, dearest?” He took a drag of his cigarette, blowing smoke away from her. How considerate. She walked up closer, despite the fact that the wooden desk was so tall it almost covered her.
“I missed you.”
His breath caught in his throat, eyebrows rising as she heard the sound of his fans. He eyed her up and down, studying the look in her eyes. She was nervous, yes— but also extremely sure of herself. That’s one thing he admired about her; her unwavering confidence in herself.
“I-i oh- I’m flattered, I mean- I missed you too! Of course!” He fumbled his words, earning a smirk on her lips. She circled around his desk, walking up directly to his chair, slotting herself between his legs.
“Listen, Tenna, I wanted to talk to you about earlier. I know we got caught up in the heat of the moment but I meant everything I said. I want this–I want you and I want to be sure that’s what you want too. I guess I just wanna put a label on this.” She explained. Her tone bordered nervousness, she had never been in a relationship before and she could only imagine his experience being older and well…him.
“Ive never been in a relationship before— I've never even had a boyfriend and i just— i want it to be you.” The girl admitted shyly, avoiding his gaze which seemed to burn into her.
Suddenly, a flower popped out of his nose, catching them both off guard. Tenna plucked it away in a hurry and when he looked down at it he decided to offer it to her. Stretching out his arm he placed his behind her ear, caressing her cheek as he retracted his hand. He thought over his words carefully and put out his cigarette.
“You simply amaze me, Y/N.” He said with the warmest smile she had ever seen upon his face.
“I think I practically begged you to tell me you felt the same, remember? As well as how good I'm going to take care of you…how I want to make you mine…”
“How long?” She piped up.
“Hm?” He tilted his head quizzically.
“How long have you um…liked me for?”
“Ever since I hired you, honey.” He chuckled softly.
“Ever since you…strutted to my studio all starry eyed and full of confidence.”
“You?” He asked her back.
“Since I saw you on TV.”
He froze, heat blooming into his chest. He could already picture her watching her TV–watching him and his heart could simply burst out of his chest right then and there.
“R-really?”
“Yeah…gosh Tenna you were my celebrity crush for I don't know how long.” She laughed at how awkward yet endearing this confession was.
“And that made you decide you wanted to work for me?” He asked, growing in size as the flattery got to him.
“That and my love for the theatre, of course.” On a bold streak the girl inched closer to the space between his legs, tentatively placing her hands on either side of his thighs, feeling him shiver beneath her.
“A-and my age don't make you-” He was cut off as she slid her hands upwards.
“At. All.” She bit her lip, looking up at him with pure adoration.
“So…” He started.
“So.” She repeated.
“Youre my…”
“Girlfriend.”
“And I'm your…”
“Boyfriend.”
“Cool.” He smiled giddily. She laughed at his adorable awkwardness and using the leverage of his thighs, propped herself up into his chair. Instinctively, Tenna’s hands wrapped around her middle, setting her on his thigh. Straddling his leg, Y/N pushed herself up, taking a hold of his tie, leaning in close.
“So that means we can do this as much as we want…whenever we want, got it?” She said slowly, placing kisses on his nose.
“O-okay” He leaned back into his chair, his arms gripping the armrests of his seat as he took everything in. She kissed over his warm screen, avoiding his lips. He sighed in defeat at this, attempting to chase her lips. She used the grip she had on his tie to push him further back into his seat. She worked her way down to his neck, her hands coming behind his neck to gently feel up his wires. He gasped, the pitch of his voice sounding whiny.
“Sensitive.” He squeaked, barely above a whisper. He felt her lips curl into a smile against his neck, using her free hand to undo his tie, immediately working at his buttons.
“Y/N i–woof, you really know how to get a guy going!” He let out gasps, his chest heaving.
“Enjoying yourself?” She looked at him through her lashes, licking down his collarbones.
“Y-yes.” Tenna whimpered. As she inched lower and lower–kissing all over his chest, down his torso, across his abdomen and his willpower shriveled away, before she could reach his belt he raised his voice.
“W-wait!” He gasped.
“What’s up?” She asked concerned, immediately halting her movements.
“T-turn my dial–up-up here…p-please…” He guided her hand to the side of his head.
“Oh I see.” She smirked, wasting no time and curiously turning it. The results were instantaneous, his body jolting upwards as he moaned loudly, the sudden movement causing the girl in his lap to gasp at the pressure between her legs.
“Please–please, dont stop please dont stop please—” He was cut off by his own keening as she turned his dials faster, the colours on his display beginning to warp.
“Feels so good.” He groaned wantonly.
“Where do you feel it?” She snaked her hand to his slacks, palming him through the fabric.
“Everywhere! I've never—felt this– It feels so good! Please please please–” He didn't even know what he was begging for, all he knew was that he didn't want it to stop. His voice only increased in volume, his hands suddenly grabbing at her hips and pulling her over his lap, her legs straddling each side of his hips. Without a second thought she grinded herself down on him, filling his office with their moans. His hands slid up and down her body, squeezing, groping and kneading at anything he could, popping her shirt buttons open. She leaned forward, pressing her chest against his and bit at his bottom lip, licking into his mouth. They kissed each other with fervour, with passion, with need, their bodies molding perfectly against each other. When they parted, Tenna dove to her neck, lightly sinking his fangs in the junction between her neck and her shoulders.
“Shit- Tenna, keep doing that!” She moaned his name like it was the prettiest song, she trailed the hand at his dial down to his chest panel. He whined at the loss, leaving pretty little bites all over her.
“Open up for me, big guy.” She purred and he obediently complied.
“A-anything for you– whatever you want, ill do whatever you want, I’ll be good just keep watching me please— don't take your eyes off me.” His panel opened up.
“Keep talkin’ like that and I’ll fuck you into your office chair.” She whispered.
“Please.” He rutted into her at the thought.
“That’s for another day.’’ She teased, leaning back in to greedily kiss him, barely letting him catch his breath. Once his panel opened she pulled his wires out of his chest– holding them like reins, earning her a loud moan torn right out of his throat. After she was satisfied she moved up to his antennas, gently pulling them and rubbing the tips, she could feel little shocks under her fingers as Tenna almost drooled at the feeling, melting to her touch.
“Oh my god– i- i can’t- i’m” His whole body emitted a shock of electricity, his screen going black as he slumped back into his chair. The shock was just right enough to push the girl to the edge, her body tensing at the overwhelming pleasure, moaning out his name. Once she came down from the sensation and Tenna hadn't awoken she worriedly called out to him, closing his panel for him and turning his dial back into place. A beat had passed before his screen lit up again and his familiar features returned to his screen.
“Sorry about that, darling. I haven't uh…done this in a while.” He chuckled, brushing his antennas back only for them to spring right back up.
“It was hot.” She said in between pants, looking down at the state of him; shirt fully opened and soaked through his pants with the most blissfully satisfied expression on his face. He equally took her in, her shirt basically falling off her shoulders and her skirt bunched up at her hips.
“You’re beautiful.” He said in amazement.
“All yours.” She rested her head against his chest, embracing him lovingly.
“I love you.” He mumbled against her head, stroking her hair and kneading her hip, not wanting to let her go.
“Me too.” She mumbled into his chest, smearing more lipstick on him, lipstick marks he never wanted to get rid of.
“Do you…want to go to my place? We could clean up and then I could take you to dinner.” He asked nervously, as if they hadn’t humped each other like horny teenagers moments ago.
“I’d like that a lot actually.” Stealing one last kiss he wanted more of, she hopped off his lap. The pair took turns making themselves look presentable before walking out of Tenna’s office. Once they were outside and away from their fellow co-workers, they interlinked hands— fitting so perfectly with each other and walking up to Tenna’s lavishly expensive car: shiny and bold, just like him. Being the gentleman he was, he opened the passenger door, allowing her to sit comfortably before joining her in the driver's seat. He took a hold of her hand, placing a chaste kiss on it, looking deeply into her eyes— both lovers sharing a look of utter devotion. After gazing at each other he took his hand to change the gear into reverse, driving away and taking her home.