#kittyphie

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i think tenya wants to fuck you so bad it feels carnal after you meet his family at a really nice restaurant and charm them so thoroughly that he gets texts on the drive home about how lovely it was to meet you

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finer things in life - tenya x f!reader. 1.7k. just for fun....

reader has a cat quirk with little ears and a tail. and she's the apple of tenya's eye.

Today you’re wearing a brown wool dress that comes just above your mid thigh, which as a sensible turtle neck and sleeves that bell out at your wrists. It’s tailored for you quirk, allowing your cat-like tail to peek out of a comfortable little hole (it matches the cute little ears on your head). Atop your sleeves, you wear your bracelets: a tennis bracelet (blood diamonds), a charm bracelet (Pandora) and a gold bangle (Cartier). Your glasses are Prada, and your shoes are nude and black mules from Chanel with a little bow on the side. 

On your desk is a little Sephora bag, black tissue paper sticking out of it. Smiling, you set your large bag (Dior, Galliano) on the ground and round your tidy desk to sit in the ergonomic chair. 

There’s no little envelope leaning against the bag this time. You pull out the tissue paper, delighted to see the box for a pretty pink Dior lip oil. There’s also a Charlotte Tilbury lip liner. 

How sweet. You go into your desk drawer, filled with pink sticky notes and black ball tip pens, and pull out your Chanel compact mirror, located in its velvet case. Then, you move to your lower desk drawer and get out a Kleenex (name brand, with lotion infused) and the travel micellar water, setting about taking off your current lip combo. 

You put on the new combo with little hesitation. Tenya’s always getting nice things for you— little gifts here and there. A bag or two. Shoes, dresses, skirts. But makeup is always in passing. 

The assistant who sits in the desk across from yours, a middle aged woman named Saeko with some sort of bubble quirk, types away on her computer. 

She doesn’t comment on your tardiness. She doesn’t wear labels. 

“Iida needs you to accompany him on his lunch,” she says, looking away from the computer and over her glasses. “You’re going to Yoko with Uravity and Deku.” 

“Oh!” Your eyes light up. “I didn’t know Yoko did lunch. When did that start?” 

“A few weeks ago. He’s also asked that you pick out a birthday present for his grandfather.” 

“Oh! How sweet, Genshiro is so nice,” you hum, and open your laptop. It never comes home with you. “Where is he now?” 

“He’s talking to some sidekicks in the Action Room.” 

“Genshiro’s turning 88 this year, isn’t he?” You wonder out loud, opening up the internet browser. 

“That’s your job to keep up with.” 

“I think he is, because he was born in the year of the Snake,” you continue. “Hm, what would an 88 year old man want…” 

“Your job to figure out,” Saeko reminds you. 

Today, Tenya Iida is in a custom made suit in his preferred shade of navy blue. His tie is striped, fun for today, alluding to his good workout that morning. He comes up to his office and nods at you and Saeko, before turning to you. 

“Let’s get to lunch early,” he suggests. 

“Oh!” You close your computer, from where you’d been knee deep in Rolex’s website, with no hesitation. “Sounds good!” 

You open your bottom drawer and procure another, smaller bag. She’s Coach, with a little cherry charm on her. As you transfer your essentials from your larger work bag, Saeko takes Tenya’s ear. 

“I left files for you of some prospective work study students…” she drones on. How boring. 

The minute you stand, Tenya’s eyes are back on you. “Thank you, Saeko,” he’s saying. 

“Is this a business lunch?” You ask as you step into the elevator with him. 

“No,” Tenya says, pressing for the ground floor and then hitting the door close button repeatedly. The second they close, Tenya wraps an arm around your waist and places a chaste kiss against your oiled lips. He pulls away as quickly as it happened, lest someone else come in. “I just wanted to get lunch with you and my friends.” 

“Are we not friends?” You pout. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Tenya replies. “Do you like the lip products?” 

“They’re very trendy,” you say. “How did you pick them out?”

“The sales associate,” Tenya says. “I thought the color would look pretty on you.” 

“And? Were you right?” 

Tenya smiles softly. “I was.” 

You grin widely. The two of you step out of the building, heading towards the restaurant. Yoko is in the area, does simple, homemade meals that taste good with a beer. 

The two of you do not hold hands on the street. As you pass a jewelry store, you linger in the window. Tenya pauses alongside you.

“Those diamonds are gorgeous,” you say, pointing at a pair of earrings. “It looks like they have peridot with them.” 

“Duly noted,” Tenya says. 

You smile up at him. “You’re so sweet to me.” 

Tenya hums. “I’ll fire you soon.” 

Giddy, you turn back to the showcase. “Will you do it before summer? So we can go to Fiji? I don’t know if you saw— I sent you the excel sheet of that trip I planned.” 

“I saw it,” Tenya says, ushering you along with a hand on your lower back that lingers for only a moment. “It looks like a relaxing time, but you know I can’t take off work like that.” 

“That’s no way to live,” you frown. “When we go back to the office, I’m going to book you something to do.” 

Tenya leans down to whisper in your ear as you enter the restaurant. “Just make sure you book for yourself too.” He rises, addressing the hostess. “Iida, for four. We’re a bit early.”

Once you’re seated, you launch into telling him about how you found these nice lacquered wood chopsticks that would be perfect for his grandfather.

“That sounds great,” Tenya says, looking over the menu. “Just get whatever you think he’d like.” 

“I’ll make sure he has a nice note, too. I’ll write it and then you can put it in your handwriting.” 

“He won’t notice if it’s in your handwriting.” 

“It’s the thought that counts!” You insist. “Would you want your grandchild to handwrite you a card?” 

That brings pause to Tenya. He looks up from the menu, then looks over your body. He opens his mouth to say something, reconsiders, and chooses: “I suppose I would.” 

Ochako arrives in tandem with Izuku. When she sees you sitting at the table, she lights up. 

“Oh! I didn’t know we were bringing our partners! I would have brought Miko.”

“[First] isn’t my partner, she’s my assistant,” Tenya says. 

Izuku shares a look with Ochako, who rolls her eyes. She reaches her hand over to place it atop of yours. 

“Don’t listen to him, he doesn’t mean it,” she says with determination. 

Tenya looks at Ochako tiredly. She ignores him. 

“So, how is the painting going?” She asks you, remembering your hobby from last time. Ochako and her girlfriend, Miko, both like you. Like you. They make it known every time they see you. 

“It’s going really well!” You say excitedly. “Tenya got me in an exhibit! It opens on Thursday. At Palais.”

“Miko and I will be there! Will you send me the ticket information?”

“Oh you don’t have to pay,” you say. “I’ll let you in for free.” 

“Don’t be silly! Just text it to me!” 

You do, just as Izuku strikes up conversation about the latest development to his hero suit with his old friends. It’s hard to jump into the middle of, but you’re saved when the server comes over to take your order, causing an abrupt end to the conversation. 

Of course, Tenya orders for you. A nice little salmon dish with… you’re not sure. You never looked at the menu. 

After the meal, you and Tenya head back to the office. It’s rather warm out, so he gets you a taxi. Once you’re seated back at your desk, placing your small purse back in its spot and putting your belongings back in your work bag, Tenya speaks. 

“Place the order for the chopsticks, and then go home. Use my card.” He gets his wallet out and hands over the mirrored card, which you accept gladly. 

“Can I buy wrapping for it as well, and a card? Maybe Genshiro needs some teacups to go along with it? Maybe a tea pet?” 

“Whatever you want,” Tenya says. 

“Whatever I want?” You press the card against the fat of your cheek. 

Tenya takes his eyes over you. “Just bring it to me when you’re done and then go home.” 

“Okay!” You chirp. He turns to head back into his office. 

You order all the bits and bobs you need for Genshiro’s gift, sending them to the office. When they arrive, you can wrap them for Tenya. Drumming your nails on the Amex, you wonder what you’re going to get. 

fleurdumal .com. The babydoll you buy is a sheer light blue with embroidered hydrangeas on the bust. You send it to your apartment. 

Then, you stand and head to Tenya’s office, not bothering to knock. He looks up from his work. 

“I have your card,” you say, holding it out. 

Tenya looks at the card, then looks at your nails. Heating up from embarrassment at how grown out they are, you set the card on his desk. He picks it up and hands it back to you. 

“Go get your nails done, and then meet me at Yallah at eight.” 

You blink at him. “But we’ve already had a meal together today.” 

He blinks back. “Can we not have two?” 

“I— I suppose we can…” you trail off. Then, you blurt out: “I just spent a lot of money on your card.” 

Tenya stands up, and your breath hitches as he does, as you have to tilt your head back to look up at him. He reaches for your hand, taking it in his, palm up. He places the card back in your hand closes your fingers around it. 

“Go get your nails done, and then meet me at Yallah at eight.” 

You squeak a little bit at the moment, but then nod quickly. He’s so tall. You turn on your little heel and clop out of the office, the back of your mule lightly tapping against your pantyhose-clothed foot with every step. 

“Oh, [First]?” Tenya calls, your hand on the door. 

You turn. “Yes, sir?” 

For one awful, horrible moment he’s back in your father’s office, closing a business deal. Your father has one of those offices with dark oak and cognac leather, shelves lined with books he’s probably never read and a stash of bourbon. 

And you’re there in a pretty little sundress to as your daddy— you were grown— some mundane question. In turn, he had turned you away and then stopped you— prompting the yes, sir?— and asked for you to get them some ice. 

And in that awful, horrible moment that he remembers the past, he likes the way those two words make him feel. 

Tenya flicks the edge of the folder he’s looking over. 

“Get them done French.” 

You beam at him and nod. Then, you close the door behind you, gather your belongings, and head to your nail salon. 

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operation: transform ingenium’s public image into more than just a “good hero” but someone for the girls to lust after

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need u to know i never rlly thought abt iida ever EVERR until that one post you made abt him and izuku and like feeding you .. yeah

the food gets brought out on nice china. the restaurant is nice, a little too nice for izuku's standards. but he's not going to turn down a free meal, even if it makes him feel a little bit like a third wheel. he's gotten a nice cut of steak, as tenya has, but a plate of scallops gets placed in front of you.

izuku says thank you to the server the fastest.

you smile happily as the food is set down in front of you, taking a picture with in on you new, shiny phone. one of the plate as a whole, the others zoomed in on the golden texture of the seafood. then, your phone is back in your purse.

tenya reaches over with his fork and knife, and cuts each scallop in half. izuku watches, eyes wide, no longer listening to what the blue-haired man is saying. that's been an option? just... cutting up your lover's food in public? he's seen tenya do it for you at the apartment many times, but... in public you're always eating sushi. there's never anything to cut up.

when he looks away from you plate to tenya's expectant gaze, izuku's throat is dry. you hadn't even said thank you, just carried on like that was what was supposed to happen every time. and that... well, that might have been the most desirable part.

"sorry, what?" izuku asks, clearing his throat. he reaches for his water.

"i was just asking..."

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when tenya gets interviews for women / girlie magazines and they ask about his dating history…. does he mention you or does his pr team say no to keep the mystery going!!???

oh u mean when tenya goes on call her daddy rightrightright

i think he just responds with "i wasn't popular like that in high school" and keeps it moving.... his pr team def wants him to keep the 'always single' image up until the last possible moment. however on reddit people are theorizing who is taking the photos (lots of fujoshis think its pro hero deku since they were roommates for a period of time after graduation akjdfhakjdhfakdjfh)

in my mind + his crazy rise in popularity tenya comes out as being in a long term relationship with a vogue-covered wedding. like one day he's single and the next is a vogue spread of him getting married on the estate of his new wife's childhood home...

but also i imagine that his pr agent soft launches their relationship by posting this video of tenya (fit check) and it has his fiancee's voice in the background: keep walking… okay! now turn! do the thing where you move your chest… now rub your undercut! you look so good, handsome. because she has a sense that it has viral potential... and it does go viral

also! i think his partner is popular on tiktok + instagram. she's friends with his friends and therefor posts lots of 'hero content' but its fun stuff. she's posting a video of denki and kiri drunkenly doing interpretive dance to spend the night. she's vlogging getting her nails done in harajuku with mina for the first time.

after the wedding this grainy ass picture of her and tenya at a charity ball gets leaked on the ingenium reddit and one very devoted ingenium + kittyphie fan who has been claiming for years that they're dating since the backgrounds of some of their tiktoks line up is very please

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feeling tenya pilled i fear

me always nowadays.... thinking about the sweet little virginal girl that his parents set him up with..... a little too young for him and a little too sheltered for him but he eats it up..... never worked and never plans on it...... lounges around the house all day with little hobbies but is mostly content to just cat nap around and watch home decorating shows or mukbangs on his big flatscreen all day....... he doesn't even have to break you in.......

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i love daddy kink when its dad kink. when its taking care of you like your father with no acknowledgement of it. that being said, i think you freudian slip and ask tenya "daddy can you bring me a glass of water" and he does it and neither of you ever mention it again

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hellooooo just Woke up (im the tenya/kdrama ask). first and foremost I must say that after reading all your post I had an unexplainable urge to cry in front of that man just to make him Crumble

"i just don't understand how this could have happened," tenya says with a frown, looking at the stain on his nice white couch. he sighs, patting at it further with his cleaning rag, bottle of cleaner in his other hand. "this is why i've told you not to eat on the couch."

jutting your bottom lip out in a pout, you watch tenya with your arms crossed.

"i do it all the time and i've never stained it," you murmur.

tenya rises to his full height and places his hands on his hips. "what do you mean, you do it all the time?"

you have to tilt your head up to look at him, but you don't hold eye contact for very long. one meeting of your eyes and then you're looking back down, the scolding sinking in. tears prickle at your eyes as the disappointment you've caused sinks in.

you shrug. tenya calls you by your first name: not darling, not sweetheart, not nekoni.

your chin trembles and your cover your face with your hands. "i'm sorry," you warble out.

tenya's eyes widen at the wavering cracks of your voice. he quickly places the cleaning supplies on the coffee table, then places his hands on your arms.

"why are you crying?" he asks, trying to tilt your head up. you don't let him. "nekoni, what are you crying for?"

"i didn't mean to spill anything," you whine pitifully.

"i know, i know," tenya says quickly, trying to sweep all of your emotions up and bundle them back together. he wraps you up in his arms, pressing you against him.

"you're mad at me," you cry into his sweatshirt.

"i'm not mad," tenya says quickly, all his irritation simmering off of him. "i'm not mad with you, sweetheart."

"you are," you insist. "i ruined your couch..."

"it's not ruined," tenya says softly, rubbing your back. "and i'm really not mad at you. i'm not."

he rests his cheek atop your head and gently rocks you side to side.

"i should have been here to have dinner with you," he murmurs. "then you wouldn't have eaten on the couch, right?"

you hum, sniffling, into him. he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"you're okay," tenya says softly, bringing a hand to scratch behind your little cat ears. "lets get you a little dessert..."