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Tenna, in his limited need to breathe, should find it amusing how often he finds himself letting out a long, deep sigh whenever he finishes something.
A day’s shoot, Sigh. A stack of paperwork, sigh. A meeting with his team about upcoming sponsorships and their rising numbers; deep, chest moving sigh.
…A date with his wife? No, no he doesn’t sigh then, absolutely not. He shakes his head, shedding his jacket over a railing for a moment as he lights up a cigarette.
The dressing room is empty right now, his staff scattered around the building prepping for the next day’s sets before they pack up and clock out for the evening. Taking a deep breath back in, he unbuckles his belt and slumps down in relief as he loosens the zip ties keeping his power cord and extra arms hidden and out the way.
He could go back to his office, lock the door and pretend he’s working on the piles of forms he needs to check over before they get sent out, but recently that room just felt… claustrophobic to him.
He should remodel, he thinks, out with the old, try something new! Cover up those posters! Get a new couch!
Snorting, he jabs his used cigarette butt out on an ashtray on the vanity desk- he can just add it to the endless list of things he needs done, that his worthless staff will never get around to, because nobody listens to him anymore, ratings were in the trash, nobody even cared, not since that little rat up and ran out-
“If you press any harder, you’re just going to break that.” A voice knocks him out of his stupor, one soft but crackled at the edges like the vocals had been segmented and sliced together anew.
He turns, sharply, feeling a wide grin across his face as he looks down at his wife.
“It needs replacing anyway,” He snarks, before letting go of the used cigarette and scooping his arms underneath Buttons’ armpits to lift her up to his face. “Golly, you’re a sight for sore antennas right now.” He smatters kisses all over her face, poking her with his nose once or twice just to hear the cackling laughs she lets out every time he does.
After a few minutes, he lets go, but only after easing the smaller darkner back down to the ground so that her feet are steadily beneath her.
“I can tell you needed that,” Buttons dusts herself off, smoothing down her skirt where it’s risen up. His sight snaps to the little extra thigh on show before it’s hidden away again, mouth watering as he catches a glimpse of a little discoloured panel peeking out from under the fabric.
“Buuuuut~” She recaptures his attention as she pulls a little folded paper from her pocket with a flourish. “I think you’re going to like this more!”
He kneels down closer to her height - nowadays a much smaller drop than it used to be, to his shame- and takes the little scrap from her hands. It unfolds carefully, and he scans the lines with building excitement.
“A movie night? At ours? For Asriel’s party? Oh this is 
news! Incredible news! This news is about to bring me to 
!!”
Buttons giggles below him, grabbing onto a pant leg as he shoots right up in size.
He scoops her up again, wrapping her into his oversized arms and crushing her smaller frame against his chest in glee.
“You really do know how to make a glooby day better, don’t you!” He practically sings, before holding her up before his face once more. “My lovely 
She grabs onto the sides of his face, gently stabilising herself and his attention as he beams at her.
“I love you.” She says, plainly, without flourish, just those words and a tired smile. The little bumps on her cheek crinkle with the movement. In that moment, she’s the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and he feels warmth spark like electricity all the way up his frame until it bursts out through his nose in the form of a lucious, thick petaled, pink rose.
The rose, upon its weasel-popping release from his cone, unfortunately ruins the moment when it spits out a thick cloud of gold glitter all over his little spouse’s face.
She coughs, reeling back, and he outstretches his arms fully to yank her away from the cloud at the same time as snapping his head to the side. Gracefully, the petals spread out and loosen, floating away on a nonexistent breeze until there’s nothing left of the flower or its golden dust.
In his arms, his little partner continues to cough, sputtering sparkling globs of spit into her hands as she tries to remove all the intrusion from her airways.
“Here, here! Some water!” Tenna plops her down, grabbing a glass from the side and holding it up to her face for her to gulp down. “Gosh, that was not ideal. Who knew an environment like this could make such feelings...blossom.”
“I can’t believe you just made a pun while I’m dying,” The remote before him deadpans, before taking another sip of the water. Her face is still shimmering gold, and her cheeks have started to glow a pretty purple in her embarrassment.
She’s so cute, Tenna coos internally. “You can absolutely believe it.” He says externally instead, smoothing a gentle hand over her hair.
Still burning in the face, Buttons pouts up at him. “I can.” She sighs, deflating, and guzzling down the rest of the water. “Do.. you have any more? My throat’s really dry…”
Tenna’s screen casing crumples in at the top, frowning worriedly as he stands up straight to reach over to the watercooler in the corner. The Miss Mizzle inside protests angrily, but he silences that with a glare as he fills another cup to the top with the spout. That cup is guzzled down almost the second he hands it over, before a second follows a similar fate.
Buttons deflates further against the vanity top, pulling at the buttons of her waistcoat as she pants heavily. “Tenna, something’s wrong. I’m still thirsty, and I’m warm, and I feel like I have sparks under my casing. What did that flower do?”
“I honestly don’t know,” he replies, pressing two fingers against her forehead. His gut tightens at the little whimper that escapes her at his touch, but he dutifully ignores it as he checks her over because he’s a good husband that does not think with his cock. “We should get you a TV Dinner just in case.”
She shakes his hand off, rubbing a hand over her face in frustration. “I swear on your life, Tens, if you’ve sex drugged me, I’m going to turn on your closed captions for a week, and let your employees see all the mean thoughts you have about them.” The words grouse out, before Buttons’ hand lowers to cover her mouth and her eyes glare at him over top of the limb. “You’ve sex drugged me, haven’t you.”
“I-” Tenna winces, dragging out the syllable for a few seconds, tugging on his collar, “- might have? Done that? Unintentionally?”
“And now you’re going to fix it. Intentionally.” Buttons prods at his chest, only just in reach with him kneeling over her the way he is. Before he has even a second to reply, whether in protest or enthusiastic, horny agreement- his brain hadn’t quite caught up to decide yet- the remote starts stripping off her waistcoat with haste, before unlacing the intricate bow that sits snugly against her collar.
It takes for her to start rolling up her skirt before his brain snaps back into reality.
“Not out here!” He blurts, “We should go back up to the apartment, or my office at the very least! Anyone could walk in here!”
“You’ve literally fucked me 5 feet away from the stage, with your staff around a corner, before.” Buttons rolls her eyes, grabbing his tie and pulling him close. If she had pupils, Tenna imagines, they’d probably be so blown out by now her eyes would be black. Her other hand presses against his chest, feeling its warmth with a gentle caress. “Can I suck you?” She breathes out hot air on his face, and he feels like his wiring is going to explode.
“Right here? Now?” He stage-whispers, looking around frantically, “Where people could hear it?”
“Oh, yeah,” Buttons whines, “yes please. I want you so much, you look incredible like this. I want to rip your clothes and make you beg for me-”
Tenna covers her mouth with his hand, feeling screen glitching with colourbars and red scanlines. He can hear voices and footsteps coming closer, approaching the space completely unawares.
Behind his hand, Buttons gives a startled- though not unhappy- yelp as he lifts her with his other hand and pushes her behind the curtain of the nearest dressing booth. Hurriedly, he bundles her out of sight, throwing her waistcoat at her in a final flurry. He sees her mouth fly open to protest, and, turning quickly, presses his plug cord into her mouth to keep her quiet as he wrenches the curtain closed behind his back.
At that moment, a few of his employees round the corner and step into view. Their conversation cuts off mid sentence as they all look up at him in what he knows is shock.
“Oh! Funny seeing you guys here! In the dressing room! For employees!” Tenna booms, flinching as he hears how loud his speakers have projected the words. “That I am also in!”
In the changing room, the wet warmth around his plug disappears as Buttons finally wrenches the thing out of her mouth. He twitches, swaying it with as much control as he can muster in the damn thing, trying to gesture for the drugged up little remote to stay quiet and out of sight, and praying internally that she gets the message.
“H-hey boss. Didn’t expect to find you back here.” A Zapper scratches at the back of its neck-head combo. “Smoke break?”
“Smoking! No sir-ee!” Tenna wheezes, leaning over just slightly to push the used ashtray on the vanity next to him into a bin. “That’s such a dirty, unhygienic habit. Wouldn’t want to set a bad example for the kids, now would we?”
“....Uh-huh.” His employees look between themselves, “Well, did you see your Missus come through here? Big news, ain’t it?”
“Yes! Big news indeed! Very exciting!” Tenna gives two big thumbs up, “I absolutely cannot wait to get started! Lots to do!”
Electricity sparks straight up Tenna’s spine, and he quickly mutes himself before he makes a noise that absolutely would not be appropriate for daytime TV.
The reason for this sudden torturous zing, he’s pretty sure, is that his wife just licked his plug.
There’s a Pippins standing next to the two Zappers, and he watches their mouth move as they talk. He does not hear a single second of it, however, and simply curls his mouth inwards into a strained smile as he nods along. He throws in a “m-hm” and a “okie dokie!” here and there for good measure, but his attention is thoroughly side-tracked.
Behind that curtain, just a foot away from him, he can feel a warm tongue slinking its way between his prongs, a hot, breathy giggle just after static sparks from the metal tips.
“-hat do you think, Boss?”
Tenna feels condensation pool down his screen, and even without his jacket he’s molten under the collar.
“Sounds great!” He bluffs, clasping his hands together, “Ab-so-lutely!”
All three of the employees before him become much more annoyingly enthusiastic after that, speaking over each other in tandem as they prattle on uselessly before him. The sensations from behind the curtain have eased, even with Buttons still keeping a tight hold of his cord, so he starts to try and zone in, attempting to figure out exactly what he just agreed to that he definitely shouldn’t have.
“Well, that’s all to be decided anyway,” He cuts them off, taking a deep breath. “I will definitely think it over, so don’t get your h-HNRK-” Suddenly, his throat seizes.
Hot. Wet. Tight. Tight- Wet? Hot!
His voice box screeches suddenly, his screen shuts off with a loud degauss that echoes through the room, and he can feel his knees almost give out.
“Boss? Are you okay?”
“I’m FINE.” Tenna snarls, covering his glitching screen with his hands as he bites out his words. “I just need a minute.”
A Zapper starts to hop forwards, arm outstretched. “Do you need-”
“I Need. You. To Leave. I will see you on set. If anyone else enters this dressing room for the next hour I will have them fired on the spot.”
Unfortunately, it seems his words didn’t land the first time, and the gaggle of unappreciative employees of his dawdled around- looking at him like he was some sort of ugly monster they’d never encountered before.
“NOW.”
Finally, the words land, his authority taken seriously, and the three of them scatter.
Deep breath. In. Out.
Slowly, Tenna turns.
Reaches out.
Pulls back the curtain.
Reasonably, the sight before him should have been hilarious; Little darkner, on her hands and knees, entirely naked from the waist down with her shirt all dishevelled and rucked up to her armpits, desperately trying to shove his tail into her as she bit down on the fabric of her discarded waistcoat. On anyone else, the desperate shame should have been pitiful.
Tenna drools, taking a step into the booth and slamming the curtain back across the rail behind him.
Buttons made a strangled noise into her makeshift gag, somewhere between a squeal and a screech, and he saw the way she tried to grind herself backwards onto his plug in frustrating vain. Her hands gripped at his cord, back arching, and for a second he tensed the fibres just enough for the plug to push further and further into her wet heat.
She’d been so mouthy earlier, he laughed to himself, and now the little remote was reduced to nothing but broken sobs and tiny, throaty moans.
“Wow, this stuff is potent,” Tenna laughs, hot under the collar, crouching over her to get a better look at her purple-flushed face. “You were in here for, what? A minute? And look at you~” He coos that last part, pushing his little wife’s hair away from her face.
This is how Buttons looked best, Tenna decided, all needy and flushed and wanting for him. Part of him wishes he could just collar her up in his rooms all day and all night, reduce her to a warm hole for him to come back to after a stressful day at work.
“More, I need more-” Buttons pants out, half muffled into fabric, jerking her hips backwards and peering up at him heatedly.
“Oh, honey,” Tenna definitely doesn’t whimper, and he’s definitely not staring at her ass, “does it hurt?”
“Please…it hurts, it's so much, I need more.” Buttons, contrary to his very composed and not at all pitched voice, is practically moaning her words, drool cascading down her chin and saturating the fabric pillowed under her head. She pauses, shuddering, takes a deep breath, before she looks up at him with wide, watery eyes. “Tenna. Shut me up.”
His cock absolutely throbs in his pants, punching air out of his chest in a rush. That’s right, she’d asked to suck him earlier too, hadn’t she? Hands clench, then relax, at his sides, before he’s hurriedly hiking up his shirt and unbuckling his belt.
Tenna barely has enough time to pull himself out before Buttons’ head flops down against his hip, nuzzling into the rubber skin that peeks out between the gap of his zipper. She mouths against him, eagerly kissing across his abdomen before laving her hot tongue up his cock. Her mouth suckles against the underside of his head, sucking playful, wet kisses against the sensitive transition- and electricity zips up Tenna’s spine.
Buttons’ voice crackles out a shriek that’s muffled by his flesh, her muscles spasming around his tail, and he realises with a start that the electricity in his veins is very real, and being sparked out by his plug directly inside her.
“Oh, fuck,” He breathes out, pushing his cock further down the warm heat of her throat. “Does that feel good, doll?”
Underneath him, she shudders violently, limbs stiff. The hand still planted on the ground, holding up her own weight, is shaking under the pressure, whilst her other hand is reaching back, back, back to push and pull his cord through her tight opening.
“Let me help-” Tenna leans over her, batting her hand away as he hooks two of his fingers inside her behind his cord and fucks his rogue apendage even further into her. On the pullback, he loops one finger around the wire and yanks, before once more pushing forwards all the way down to his second knuckle. “There we go, isn’t that better, isn’t this what you need?”
Buttons moans so loud it’s almost a scream, bouncing forwards to swallow his cock down her throat before jerking backwards to fuck herself on his fingers and tail.
His pants are soaking from the drool cascading down her chin.
Something possessive and hot curdles in his chest, watching the way her eyes roll up and her mouth splits open around him.
“You think you can come just like this, sweetheart?”
Immediately, she moans around him at the words, her head nodding frantically in small jerks as she fights to stay wrapped around his cock, swallowing the head down her throat. Her movements devolve into short, intense rocks as the sensations overtake her. Thoroughly immersed in the bliss, Tenna’s hips snap forwards, his spine curling sharply around her smaller form as he sheathes himself in her throat. Desperately, he wiggles his fingers down the sides of his plug, squeezing into the space inside her just enough for him to start punching at the insides of her walls, his thumb circling her clit for added measure as he feels her start to clamp down around him.
He feels the moment he cums down her throat in excruciating, sharp, electric detail- his plug offshooting a charge that zaps up his arm and through her body like a gunshot.
Buttons spasms around him, breathing choppy and screams choked off, before her limbs kick out and lock in place all at once.
After a moment to catch his breath, Tenna pulls out both his softening cock from her mouth, and- much more gingerly- his plug from her sensitive insides. The sensations make Buttons’ body twitch, and her hands clench, so he smooths his spare hand over her back in a soothing circle.
Tenna picks her up by the underarms, setting her upright so she can sit properly as he checks her over.
“Feel better now?” He asks, smoothing back his wife’s hair- he rakes his vision across her, taking in her flushed face and glassy, distant eyes. “Sweetheart?”
Her hand comes up to grasp at his arm, nuzzling against his hand. “A little bit.” She bites out eventually. “It still burns, though. Can we go to your office? Preferably before I start acting like a cat in heat again.”