#utdr x reader

You slid into Tenna's lap, hands still wrapped around his antennas as you did. His hands immediately flew to your waist, fingers drumming against your skin.

"Feeling bold today, are we, sugar?" He did his best to tease, but his words came out shaky. "If I knew just how eager you'd be, I would've gotten you in here sooner."

He emphasized his statement by capturing your lips in a kiss. It was messy, with his hands trailing along your body as he moaned into your mouth due to your continued assault on his antennas.

The hardening of his cock below you was also becoming difficult to ignore. You let him set the pace for now, breaking away from the makeout session to press open-mouthed kisses on an antenna.

He practically shuddered in response, hips bucking upwards and grip tightening. "Fuck! Baby-" He threw his head back, panting as he forced you to pull away from the sensitive antennae.

You tilted your head at him, heart pounding in your chest. Had you went too far? Or maybe he was having second thoughts? "Tenna, I'm sorry, I-"

He quickly shushed you, gentle smile making its way back onto his face as he traced shapes into your hips with his thumbs. "Don't apologize, Y/N. It's just- Ah, this is embarrassing..." He sighed, shaking his head. "It's been so long since I... was last with anyone in this way. And when you keep paying so much attention to these," he lightheartedly gestured towards the top of his head, "Well. Sweetheart, I could get off just from that."

Your face flushed as he spoke, doing your best to regain composure. You were a hop, skip, and some foreplay away from fucking your hot boss. Don't mess it up now.

You pecked the bulb of his antenna one last time before settling back in his lap. "Guess I'll have to save that for next time, then." You both picked up right where you left off, your mouth on his instantly.

Tenna felt his heart flutter, only this time from an emotion outside of arousal. The thought of being with you in such a way, perhaps even romantically rather than just sexually, made him lightheaded. In all the time you had worked for him, he'd greatly enjoyed getting to know you. He'd seek you out during any company activity, jumping at the chance to talk to you about anything other than work. And now, he was sucking face with you in his lap. He felt like all his dreams were coming true.

You let out a breathy gasp as his mouth moved to your neck, his cool breath a stark contrast to the burning you felt when he touched at you. He latched his lips to your pulse point, almost experimentally, before lightly sucking.

Your reaction was instantaneous as you ground your hips down onto his clothed erection. Upon seeing your pleasure, he grew almost desperate in the way he began marking your neck, leaving little bites in between. His canines were sharper than you'd expected, considering you had only seen the fangs when he was really pissed at subordinates (which didn't happen around you often.) His tongue would flatten over each mark he left before pulling back to marvel at his handiwork.

"You look gorgeous all marked up for me, dollface. Feel like I just won big on a game show." You stifled a snicker at his analogy, instead opting to loop your arms around his neck.

"And what's gonna be the prize for my big winner today?" You teased, eyes flickering downwards. He gulped, tugging on the collar of his now-wrinkled suit jacket and dress shirt.

"I-I'm not sure, really..." The warm light coming from his screen illuminated your face as he looked up at you. "Is it... okay with you if I take the lead?" He sounded cautious, as if afraid you would rescind his offer and walk out on him.

You nodded, albeit a little too quickly. "Please, Tenna. I would love nothing more."

That was apparently all he needed to hear before he laid back on the couch, bringing your crotch to his face as soon as his head hit the armrest. He made quick work of slipping off your bottoms and underwear, practically drooling at the sight of you. Immediately, his head was between your thighs as he got to work on your hole.

The noises you were making were downright sinful, spurring the man on even more as you grabbed onto his antennas while riding his face.

"S-so... You're so good," you moaned. He paused for a moment, fingers flexing against your hips, before doubling down in his efforts. The wheels in your head started turning. He must have liked the praise.

You felt your pleasure heightening, arching into his mouth as your hands slid down his antennas. "Fuck, Tenna, you're making me feel so good. Look so- hah, handsome underneath me."

A muffled series of moans vibrated against your hole, his grip on your hips tightening. You leaned forward, licking up his antenna as he practically vibrated beneath you. You weren't sure if a television could even get hickeys on its antenna, but you sure as hell wanted to try.

He cried out as you continued your assault, nearly bringing you to your climax as his jaw tightened. You gripped harder onto the sensitive antennae. "Mm, c-close-"

And with that, he pulled you off of his face in an instant. You let out an exasperated gasp as he sat back up, sitting you in his lap. "What the fuck?" He looked down at you, screen darkening.

"Wanted our first time to be real special, sugar. As much as I loved tasting you, I'd rather have you cumming all because of my cock."

You blinked, mind going fuzzy at his words before he began slipping off his suit and pants. You hadn't even seen him naked yet and you were already drooling over him.

"And take off your shirt, will you? Want to leave pretty marks all over your chest while I'm fucking you."

You didn't need to be told twice. Both of you fully undressed, Tenna laid you back down on the couch. "Y/N." His voice was uncharacteristically serious.

You looked up at him, eyes slightly wide. "Y-yeah?"

"You're... sure you want to do this, right? I mean, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, or feel like you have to just because I'm your boss, or worse, you're just sleeping with me out of pity... Or-"

You quickly cut off his rambling with a peck on the nose, smile sincere. "Tenna. I really don't think you understand just how much I like you. I've had dreams about this with you for months- hell, domestic, cutesy things too." His screen took on a pink tint as you spoke. "This is more than okay. I've never wanted anything more, especially because it's you. Okay?"

As he looked down at you, eyes filled with genuine adoration as you looked at him, he could have sworn he was on top of the world. He swallowed thickly, burying his face in your neck as he hugged you.

"I hope I didn't... ruin the mood." He spoke softly, antennas pinned back as he looked at you like a sad puppy dog. You shook your head.

"I've never been more turned on in my life. My hot boss, asking me for enthusiastic consent, naked on top of me," you teased. His smile became bright again as he began playfully kissing down your throat.

"I'll make your dreams come true, alright, sweetheart?"

He left a trail of hickeys down your neck and chest, hand working to get you off as he did so. "Hngh, Tenna, stop teasing and just, oh, right there-- just fuck me already."

Smirking down at you, he stopped. "Well, guess we'll be tuning in to the season finale, then." He lined his cock up with your hole as you anticipated the stretch.

Your boss was a large man. This, of course, extended to his dick. You weren't sure if it was considered small, average, or large for... well, whatever kind of Darkner he was. In all honesty, it didn't really matter. Because for a Darkner of your size, it was huge.

"It's not gonna fit," you cried, watching as he disappeared inside of you, inch-by-inch. Tenna smoothed over your thighs, hissing as you clenched around him.

"Taking me so well, dollface, doing so- fuck, so good." Heat bloomed in your abdomen at his praise as he pushed further inside of you, desperate for you to take him to the hilt.

When, somehow, he was finally fully sheathed inside you, he stammered out more praise. Of how sweet you looked, how good it felt to be inside you. He practically caged you in with his arms, hunched over your form.

Your hands came up to stroke his antennas, the man above you involuntarily bucking his hips. You gasped, legs around his waist pulling him closer.

He watched you carefully, afraid to hurt you. "A-are you comfortable, Y/N?" He asked meekly. You looked up at him, slightly dazed, before nodding. "I'm okay, Tenna."

He started off slowly, doing his best to be gentle as he set his pace. You didn't care how loud you were being at this point, with each thrust perfectly hitting that spot inside you.

"Shit, not gonna last long-" You panted, continuing to play with your lover's antennas. "You feel so good inside me, could- mmph- could spend all day like this."

Your moans were what spurred him on, as his thrusts got harder, deeper. At one point, your hand caught on his antenna by accident and tugged, causing him to whimper in a downright filthy way. You knew the sound would be ingrained in your memory.

As he continued to fuck you, moaning and whining out terms of endearment, you let your hands trail down his body. He was gorgeous. Your hands stopped at the dials on his chest, ghosting over them. He sucked in a quick breath as you gazed up at him expectantly.

"Y-you can touch them, just... Please be gentle," he begged, blush deepening. You worked the dials, relishing in the way he gasped and quickened his pace. One hand resting by your head as the other steadied himself on the couch, he trembled as you brought your head up to suck on one of the dials.

"Ah- Y/N!" He whimpered, dick twitching inside of you as he nearly came right then. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, ripping you off of the dial on his chest. The string of saliva between your mouth and the dial broke at the force of his pulling, causing you to let out a moan. The grip you had on his cock was like a vice, Tenna panting.

"Y-you like that, don't you? Fuck, you're so dirty and it's so fucking hot," he whined, burying his face in your neck as his hips bucked. A slight static shock tingled at your neck, but the sensation only drove you closer to ecstasy.

"Tenna, please, I'm so close-" Your legs tightened around his midsection as he bit down on your shoulder to muffle his moans. "Be a good boy and let me cum, please." You knew you didn't need to beg-- he'd unravel as soon as you used that name.

"Shit, touch me, please please please, touch me," he begged, hoping you knew what he meant. You grabbed his antennas immediately, practically groping them as his head lowered to capture your lips in a kiss.

His hips stuttered as his senses felt like they were on fire, between the way you were clenching around him, and the feeling of your lips, and how you were touching his antennas just right-

"Cumming, 'm cumming, oh my god, fuck-" His moans only grew in volume as he clung desperately to you. "Me too, baby, me too, you're so good for me, cum for me," you murmured, your own release catching up to you.

At your urging, he came unraveled, spilling into you. The warm, static feeling coating your insides, coupled with the loud whimpers of your name, causing you to cum just moments after.

When you finally came down from your high, you rested your forehead against Tenna's monitor. He was still panting, screen complete static. You ignored the static shock that zapped your forehead as he slowly came back to, giving you a soft smile.

"That was so, so amazing, sweetheart. I... Just, thank you. Really."

You let out a breathy laugh, pressing another kiss to his nose. "You don't need to thank me. I was being serious when I said I like you."

He went pink again, pulling out from you. "I know, I know..." He was distracted by the sight of his release leaking out of you for a moment before quickly regrouping. "I kind of wanted to know if you were... Uh, serious about the other things you said, too."

You raised an eyebrow as he settled down on top of you, head resting on your chest while looking up at you expectantly. "Like what?"

He coughed, suddenly embarrassed as though he hadn't just been inches deep in you. "Well, you know... You said you imagined domestic couple things before, and talked about there being a next time, so... You know..." He trailed off as he rambled, voice growing quiet as he seemed to shrink.

You rested one hand on his back as the other cupped his face. "Tenna, are you asking if you can take me out on a date?"

His screen flipped through different cycles for a moment before he sat up, hands waving wildly. "W-well, I suppose so, but...! I mean, if you're uncomfortable with it, I- Look, I don't want you to be weirded out, I just- I really care for you, but if you just wanted to do the whole one-time broadcast with no reruns, that's-"

He cut himself off as you laughed, one of his favorite sounds. You sat up with him, looping your arms around his neck as you nuzzled against his bare chest.

"My answer will always be yes. So no need to overthink it, alright? I'm here to stay, for you." You looked up at him, catching his lips in a sweet kiss. "Besides, I'm like an old sitcom. I'm here to stay."

He let out a laugh, kissing you on the cheek. "It'd be more befitting to say, 'I'll be there for you,' but I'll take it. We may need to brush up on your program references, sweetheart."

Lying in each others arms for a few more minutes, Tenna finally moved to get dressed. "I can take you home tonight, refrigerate the cake, and maybe watch an old Western. How's that sound?" He turned to face you as he straightened his tie, giving you his signature smile.

You stretched as you slipped back into your clothes. "I couldn't think of a better way to end the night." He looped an arm around your waist, beaming.

"Then it's settled! Oh, and I almost forgot!" He scrambled back over to his desk, holding the small gift box from before that caused this whole mess. "I meant to give this to you... Before, you know." He waggled his nonexistent eyebrows at you, causing you to roll your eyes before opening the gift.

Inside the box was a red pen, 'I LOVE TV!' written on it in bold white letters. You smiled, looking back up at Tenna as you kissed him on the cheek.

"It's great, Tenna. I love it."

The pen was cute, yes. But the excited smile that he gave you was much cuter. He whisked you out of his office, blabbering about how he had decided on what flavor of cake to get you and how the pen was custom made.

— Kel is like the #1 funnest older brother ever real

— He would love to hear you’re getting into painting and art! He would paint and draw with you, and always ask about it.. he’s pretty involved with all your activities.

— Always asking “any new paintings? any new drawings”, and always responds so positively to them, he truly loves them!

— he’ll compliment you on them and then give you a big hug !

— He would also encourage Sally and Hero to look at them as well :)

— So when you come to Kel, saying that you made a painting of him, he gets WILDLY ecstatic.

— in all honesty he would probably cry happy tears, so happy that you like him THAT much that you would paint him.

— But when he sees you’re a bit shy to show him, he’ll put his hand on your shoulder and tell you that he always loves your art! You’re so good at it!! and then you, cautiously, show him your painting of him.

— He smiles ear to ear and hugs you, just repeating thank you, and how good it is, and how he loves it <3

— If you let him, Kel would absolutely, 100000% hang it up in his room.

— He really loves this hobby and all of your paintings, and your talent!

Asriel

— im going to go a bit deltarune-esque on this one lmao

— Asriel is in college, but he still comes home very often to see you, his little brother, and Toriel <3

— He loves his family and doesn’t really like going long periods of time without seeing you both.

— So one day, he comes home and learns you’re into painting, when you excitedly show him a painting you’re working on in the common room!

— He laughs and smiles, saying it looks great. He never really knew you were that into painting; though you were always artsy.

— Asriel asks if you have any more paintings, and you take his hand, bringing him to your room to show him multiple paintings!

— he loves them, and he’ll talk to Toriel about them too!

— The next time Asriel comes home, you hug him and tell him you have a little surprise for him.

— you painted him! you just hoped he’d like it, as you worked really hard. Nonetheless, you were super nervous, trembling as you led your older brother to your room to show him.

— He just puts an arm around you, kneeling down, and telling you that he’s so excited, and that’s… weirdly soothing?

— You open your door and show him the amazing portrait, sitting on an easel.

— He gasps and blinks, a smile creeping onto his face as he kneels down to look at it intently.

— You’re watching nervously as he just looks all around it…

— he suddenly turns around and hugs you tightly! “Thank you.. I love this. This is a great way to come home!” Asriel whispers into your ear. You smile and hug tighter. “Please keep painting.”

Laios

— autism brother

— Laios is literally bouncing off the walls when you tell him you’re into painting. He’s super mega uber x100 excited.

— “THATS SOOOOO COOL”

— He would marvel over your paintings like no other, just admiring them!

— For the next few weeks, you’re working on a particular painting, and are very strict when you say Laois CAN’T see.

— He’ll just say, “Okay…”

— Until one day, you nervously blindfold him and take his hand into your room. You’re very nervous, but Laios’s goofy smile and excited laughs put you much more at ease.

— “1,2,3..” you untie the blindfold and Laios squeals and smiles, rushing over to the painting of him, in his armor.

— He starts talking about how much he loves it, straight up ranting, he says he loves you, and hugs you, multiple times!

— He’d show Falin and would be shaking her, saying: “THAT’S ME!!! ME!!!”

It hadn't been long now that you'd been working under Mr. Ant Tenna at the TV station. For the most part, you kept to yourself, unless your assistance was needed by the film crew. You kept Tenna's station running smoothly thanks to the work you did.

Which was exactly why he wanted to do something to thank you.

His plan was simple, really. Surprise you with a cake (with help from Ramb, of course), give you a fancy pen, and then sincerely thank you. You'd be smiling and on your way, and Tenna could get back to his regularly scheduled broadcast.

"Mr. Tenna?" You knocked on the door to his office, stack of papers in hand. You had made sure to painstakingly scrawl out the schedule for next week's broadcast on paper, after copying it from the spreadsheet you made on your computer at home. Tenna didn't need to know that, though. He hated anything to do with emails and whatnot, meaning on office hours, you worked by hand. About a week into working for the TV-headed man, you realized how inefficient that system was, and opted for secretly configuring schedules at home before transferring them over to bring to work. What your boss didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

The door flung open, nearly knocking you over with its gusto. "Y/N! My most valued employee, the star of the show! Come in, come in!" His beaming smile never seemed to waver as he ushered you into his office.

The sheer size of him never failed to take you aback for a moment. Your boss towered over you, and his larger-than-life personality certainly didn't help. You offered him a small smile back before dropping the papers off on his desk.

"Here's the schedule for next week, sir. I'm guessing that's why you wanted to see me?" Your tone was slightly cautious. You knew that Tenna could be a bit unpredictable, which was why receiving a one-on-one invitation to his office worried you-- just a bit.

Tenna barked out a laugh, shaking his head. He slid into the seat behind his desk, gesturing to the chair in front of it.

"Not at all, actually!" He laughed again before pausing, pulling on his collar. "But- Well, that's not to say that your efforts aren't appreciated, of course!" A light blush appeared on the white screen of his face before he straightened out his suit jacket, sitting up taller.

"What I meant was... That's not why I called you in here today. You see..." Tenna's grin grew impossibly wider as he reached under his desk, before re-emerging with a large white box, "I wanted to thank you!"

You blinked, mind going blank. Thank you? Was that really the reason he'd set up a private meeting? "Oh- Really?"

He nodded, much too eagerly, before pursing his lips and ducking back under his desk.

"And that's not all!" He chimed, mimicking the tone of someone off the shopping channel. He came back up, holding a nicely wrapped gift before setting it down in front of you. "I figured it was the least I could do for my best employee."

You could feel your heart thrumming in your chest at his words. Sure, you'd had a workplace crush on your boss of all people since you started working there, but this... This was almost too much, even for you!

"S-sir, I-" You began shakily, quickly being cut off.

"You can just call me Tenna, really. We don't need all of those... stuffy formalities." He waved off any concern you had before opening the larger of the two boxes and pushing it towards you.

You nodded at his words before peering into the box, which held a nicely decorated cake.

'Thanks for all you do, it's true! You're the best :)'

If your face wasn't already flushed, it certainly was now. Your gaze snapped up to Tenna's screen in an instant. His smile, usually so wide and practiced, had softened as he looked at you.

"I wanted to do something nice, for all the work you put in to make things run smoothly around here."

You were speechless for a moment, a million thoughts racing through your head. His smile faltered at your silence, growing self conscious under your gaze.

"B-but if it's too much, then, uh..." He pulled the box away, shame creeping into his features. You snapped out of your daze, hands flying to the cake box.

"No! No, not at all, Tenna. I think it's really sweet."

You gave him an encouraging smile, hands resting over his. You could've sworn you saw his screen flash to static for a split second before he straightened back up, smile growing.

"Well, I'm glad! Can't get much sweeter than cake, right?" He laughed loudly to himself in a desperate attempt to cover up his nerves, slapping his hand down on his desk as he lost himself in his hysterics. The smaller, carefully wrapped box fell to the ground.

You let out a noise of surprise, rising out of your seat. "Oh, I'll get th-"

"I CAN GET IT!" Tenna cried out, swiftly ducking under his desk to grab the gift. Your brows quirked up in confusion as you approached him.

"Tenna, it's alright, I-"

"YEOWCH!"

You were once again cut off, only this time by the bang of Tenna's head against the underside of his desk. You heard him hiss out in pain before you rushed to his side.

"I'm fine, really, Y/N! Nothing could shake me up more than the digital switchover," he joked, rubbing the back of his head as you carefully pulled him up by his other arm.

You tutted, shaking your head. "I was trying to tell you I could grab it, Tenna. You're much too stubborn."

He sighed, shoulders dropping. "Right as always, of course." He seemed to shrink at your light scolding. You led him to the couch at the far end of the room, sitting him down tenderly. He sunk down onto the cushions, still rubbing at the back of his head as you sat down next to him.

Even when in one of his moods, he was still a sight to behold. You took him in as he sat beside you, scanning over his form. His antennas were out of place, likely due to the force of him hitting the desk.

"Oh, you knocked your antennas out of place. Let me just..."

Before Tenna could protest, you reached over to fidget with his antennas. A deep blush immediately spread across his face, slapping a hand over his mouth as a whine nearly slipped out.

You looked down at him, concern etched on your features. "I'm sorry if it hurts, I've almost got them back in place." You continued to fix his antennas back into place, completely oblivious to Tenna's internal conflict beneath you.

He could have blacked out at that very moment. Your hands gently sliding over his antennas, taking care of him in more ways than one... It was almost too much for him to bear. A groan slipped past his lips as you straightened out his left antenna.

"Shit, sweetheart..." he breathed out, mind hazy. The dim glow of his screen cast up on your features as you looked down at him, realization dawning on you.

Oh. Oh.

Your hands stilled. Tenna gazed up at you, practically panting at this point. You could feel the heat radiating from his screen, as if it were threatening to engulf you, too.

You had two options at this point. Stop what you were doing and profusely apologize to your boss for accidentally engaging him in such an inappropriate way, or...

Gazing down at Tenna, he shot you a lazy grin.

You swallowed hard, grip subconsciously tightening on his antennas before sliding into his lap.

I see him as a switch; he prefers being a service top but he'll bottom when he's feeling particularly down on himself

When he's upset with his employees, dom all the way. Probably the kind of guy to bend you over his desk to blow off steam

To him, there's no better way to spend his night than with his face between your legs. Much prefers giving oral than fingering, in my very humble opinion

Will lightly toy with the idea of exhibitionism, in the way that he'd have you under his desk and sucking him off while in a meeting or something

Horrific praise kink. Please tell him how good he is, what a great job he's doing, how badly you needed him. He will increase his efforts by tenfold.

I headcanon that his antennas are super sensitive, which you likely either find out by accident or in the heat of the moment. He'll beg for you to touch them while you ride his face or fuck him

Vocal as hell (especially if you play with the antennas), he is practically incapable of staying quiet. He whimpers and moans when he's being more gentle or subbing, and lets out groans and hisses while pounding into you during his more dominant moments

Loooves to tease you, both with pet names in the moment and overstimulation. He can be unrelenting when he wants to be

Not big into pain (both giving and receiving), but will tug on your hair when particularly lost in blowing off steam

Lowkey has a breeding kink, even if he may never acknowledge it. Just can't get enough of filling you up.

Whether his comment to Mike about kids is true or not, if you are able (and want) to carry children, it'll become his newest fixation. The second you give him the go-ahead, yeah, he's creampie-ing you for weeks

He prefers to actually fuck you instead of just jacking off, but if he doesn't have any other options, he'll gladly pump himself to the thought of you while at his desk. Free hand covering his mouth while his monitor practically burns, whines of your name spilling from his lips

Size kink is basically a given with him. I mean, he towers over everybody, so you are of course no exception. Holding your much smaller hands over your head as he pins you against the wall to obliterate your insides is one of his guilty pleasures