and oh my god they were perverts

It had only been fifteen minutes, yet he finds himself anxiously bouncing his knee, thumbs crossing over each other repeatedly. He shouldn't bother you, and really, he should have so much more self-control! How many months had it been since he started living here with you? Enjoying your company.

Tenna lets out a low sigh, remembering how little his impatience often rewarded him. There was just nothing to do when you weren't around. No chores to help with, no hobbies he built up… alone. What is he supposed to do other than just sit here, hearing the thumping music, and wishing he could be with you instead?

What was so important that you had to be alone? And for so long? If you were pent up, couldn't you just finally ask him for help? It's like you didn't even realize he was an option!

And gods, was he a willing one. It didn't take long after meeting you for his mind to wander, even ignoring the fact of how you were the entirety of his world right now. He was initially fine with just existing alongside you, keeping it PG, but…

It's like you're dead-set on teasing him! Getting comfortable enough to wear revealing clothing at night more often, inviting him to share your bed for the sake of 'comfort', and those damned clumsy moments of yours. Dropping things so often, giving him a snapshot worthy sight of your ass…

… No, he shouldn't be thinking of you like this.

And … is it wrong to be thinking like this? It feels like it's too much to risk whatever is between you. You've repeatedly explained just how safe you felt around him. If you stepped out while he indulged himself so openly on your couch, you'd surely regret ever having to house him.

God, he's so hard, though.

The guilt trying to plague him is fizzling to a murmur at best, drowned out by the sound of his chest thumping with excitement. Mindful of his size, Tenna sneaks over to your room, edging closer until he stands pressed against your door, listening.

After all, maybe you did just need to recharge your social battery. That wouldn't be too shocking, would it? But… Tenna's thoughts are working in overdrive to pick up anything that would fuel his fantasy; tuning into when the songs may change, or lower in tempo, to attempt to snag a glimpse of your moans.

Breathing in deep, quietly, he unlatches his belt buckle, revealing that the front of his briefs are already damp with his arousal. Tenna pulls out his cock to the cold air with a shameful trepidation; a shiver of shame mixing with excitement traveling down his spine. He shouldn't be doing this, but god damnit, he was so tired of pretending.

The more he takes what he's doing, the more precum dribbles from his tip freely, trailing between his glans and down his length, wetting his fingers while his hand moves faster - harder. Yet his only reaction is to shakily fumble with his volume controls, turning himself down but refusing to mute himself - hoping deep down, with a twisting in his gut, that you would hear him. That he could fuel your fantasies just as you fueled his.

Is your toy even doing it for you? Without straining, he hears the way your voice twists into desperate frustration. Is it big enough? How much bigger is he in comparison? Could you handle him?

Gods, if only he could see. If only you'd let him help… He'd even use the toy, if you asked. Just anything he could see- taste, if he couldn't feel it on his own. But angel above, does he want to feel you. To nuzzle the head of his cock into your warmth, feel how slick with excitement you are. The way your inner walls flexed, trying to accommodate for more. You'd whine- you did it playfully all the time, unaware of how much it made his cock twitch. How wonderful it'd be to rip a true cry of his name out of your throat, just in trying to get his tip to fit.

He wants to tease you with it first, to hear you plead for him, so he would know just how badly you craved him.

How long would it take for you to cum? You didn't seem to jerk off often, but maybe you were perverted like he was, sneaking off at other times to touch yourself - to murmur his name, wishing for his hands to fondle you.

… Do you jerk off to him?

His hips jut upwards against his hand, the thought of it sending a hot wave of excitement through him. Shakily, before he could consider otherwise, his finger fumbles for his mute button while he strokes himself faster, rougher, trying to hide the pathetic whine of your name.

He's so close, the thought alone nearly sending him over the edge… and then, your music stops.

Fuck.

Without a second thought, Tenna scrambles to the nearby bathroom, locking the door as he leans against it - straining to hear you over the sound of his heartbeat.

You almost saw him in such a state, standing outside your door like a common pervert.

It should riddle him with embarrassment, however… he feels that familiar itch across his skin. One that makes his hand slowly resume stroking himself. Would the sight of him getting off to your noises finally break down whatever wall the two of you sloppily put up between yourselves?

Ugh, he could feel his balls tightening, his cock aching for so much more. Sucking in a breath, he glances around the crowded space, looking for anything that could withstand his climax.

…Oh. Of course.

His gaze falls on a bright fabric resting on top of your other discarded clothes, tempting him to blur these lines further.

"…Tenna? Are you in the bathroom?"

Well… you wouldn't be paying that much attention to discarded underwear, would you?

Unmuting, but keeping his volume low to hide his labored breathing, Tenna shakily replies, "Y-yeah, I'll, ah, just be a moment!"

"… I thought you didn't need to…?"

"I thought I'd, mmh, freshen up a little. C-clean my screen, and all that-" oh god, just talking to you was making his cock twitch. Quickly, clumsily, Tenna fumbles with your worn underwear, the lace print rubbing deliciously against his sore cock.

With a strangled, muffled groan, Tenna desperately presses against the gusset of your underwear, shivering as thick spurts finally, finally, were able to soak into the cloth.

"Oh, uhm… okay, I'll see you in a bit then?"

As he regains his breath, your footsteps fade away. Probably going downstairs while Tenna is left to witness the mess he made; cum dribbling off of your panties, onto his hand and then the floor. Now is when the embarrassment starts to creep up on him, but the satisfaction of finally busting a load after being so pent up lately…

Just how long could he keep living like this with you?

After Shame, a few people wanted to see more pervert Tenna, so I've slowly came up with a few ideas. Since I'm pretty busy, it'll take a while to get them all out, since I'd like it to be a mini series of oneshots. This one has been beta read and I'm very thankful for it! The others may be more spur of the moment type of oneshots, depending on time and inspiration. In this AU, I've considered Tenna having gotten stuck in the light world somehow. Did the fountain suck him up in there? Did the reader's lust for this tv do it? Idk, you can come up with your own reasonings, I just want him in the light world.

If you've enjoyed this, please feel free to check out my other works. I also have an AO3 (Scummy) and a twitter/bsky (scummy-writes). I do mainly yap on those more than anything, though. My next fic may be more spmtnna centered, since I have some half written fics for those two rotting away. we'll see how inspo goes.

it's usually a miracle in and of itself for him to keep his stature under control so he doesn't start growing while he's inside you – he's just so happy to have you like this, you understand – so cockwarming him would be a challenge for him specifically. you just feel so good, your heat enveloping his cock so tightly; don't be surprised if he bucks his hips just a little, trying to get any kind of movement like this, trying to scavenge for all the pleasure he can get because he wants more, needs more. having you like this in the first place is already so much for him, he's already leaking so pathetically inside you, and yet it's perpetually not enough, for as long as you stay firmly seated in his lap.

he tries to hold out for you, he really does, but he just craves so deeply that he's already begging a few minutes in. he's being good for you, don't you see? surely you can spare him with just a little grinding and show him some mercy, right? his breath is shaky, his voice is already a pitch higher than usual and compressing under the stress of trying to be still, to be so, so good for you. his screen struggles to keep the full display of colored bars on, glitching particularly hard when you squeeze his cock, his desperate noises clipping through. please, have mercy on him, he's already so close, don't tease him like this...

if his hands are free, then they are all over you in the meantime. specifically, he finds himself grasping at your thighs for some sense of stability, but otherwise he loves to hold you by your waist or your behind. though, in this instance, it's a bit difficult for him to feel you up so intensely, given how squeezing your ass usually results in you involuntarily squeezing around his cock in return... this entire set-up is so cruel, and yet he can't get enough of it. if you feel like being even more cruel and restraining his hands one way or another, then inevitably you'll have his plug-in cord wrapped tightly around your thigh or waist; he needs connection, despite how you're already connected so deeply with each other.

cockwarming Tenna is not a casual affair, as much as you perhaps try to make it out to be. he's a showman that wants it all, and being forced to the edge like this, having you so intimately but not quite all the way... he's desperate to get you to fall apart for him, just like how he's falling apart for you. depending on the scene, he'll do his best to stop from cumming prematurely, and just let you use him – he'll gladly let himself go crazy from the constant edging if it makes you happy.

sometimes, though...his impatience can get the better of him. he may be apologizing for cutting your fun short, but the way he starts grabbing at you and moving you on his cock like you weigh nothing to him might say otherwise, whatever restraints might've been involved be damned. he just needs to have you so badly, and he's tired of being teased, even if unintentionally.