kozume kenma x f!reader | fluff
cw: suggestive content, read at your own risk.
;; boyfriend!kenma is the ultimate ‘low-battery’ cuddler. when he’s had a long day of meetings and sponsorship deals, he doesn’t want to talk. he just wants to lay his head in your lap and have you stroke his hair while the tv hums in the background. he’ll let out a long, shaky sigh, finally melting into the cushions because you’re his only safe zone.
;; boyfriend!kenma buys you the most thoughtful, high-tech gifts that make your life easier. if you mention your neck hurts, a top-of-the-line massager shows up the next day. if you say you’re cold, he installs smart-heating in the floors. he doesn’t always say “i love you” out loud, but your entire environment is optimized for your comfort because he’s the one controlling the settings.
;; boyfriend!kenma has a secret folder on his phone filled with candid photos of you. you sleeping, you laughing at a meme, you focused on your own hobbies. whenever he’s traveling for a gaming convention or a business trip, he scrolls through them to help him deal with the social exhaustion. you’re his tether to the real world.
;; boyfriend!kenma loves slow mornings with you. since he sets his own hours, he’ll stay in bed for an extra hour just to hold you. he likes to tuck his face into the back of your neck, his breath warm against your skin, and just drift in that half-awake state where the only thing that matters is the weight of you in his arms.
;; boyfriend!kenma is a sucker for parallel play. he’ll be on his switch and you’ll be reading a book, but your feet are intertwined under the blanket. every once in a while, he’ll lean over and kiss your shoulder or the top of your head without saying a word, just checking in to make sure you’re still there.
;; boyfriend!kenma gives you his undivided attention when it really matters. he might be a busy CEO, but if you send him a text saying you’re having a bad day, he’ll delegate his tasks to his assistant and be home within twenty minutes with your favorite takeout and a new game he thinks you’ll like.
;; boyfriend!kenma likes to rest his chin on your head. since he’s usually hunched over a screen, standing up straight to tuck you under his chin feels like a reset for him. he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and just sway slightly, closing his eyes and enjoying the fact that, out of everything he’s built and won, you’re the best part of his life.
;; boyfriend!kenma is the king of low-effort luxury; he doesn't care about the price tag of the jewelry he buys you, only that it matches your eyes. he’ll casually drop thousands on a designer bag just because he saw you glance at it once in a magazine, presenting it to you while he’s halfway through a boss fight. “here, i thought it suits you.”
;; boyfriend!kenma has a very specific love language: space. but not distance. he wants you in his office while he works, tucked into the crook of his arm or scrolling through your phone with your legs draped over his lap. he’ll subconsciously reach out to rest a hand on your thigh, his thumb tracing circles over your skin without ever looking away from his monitors.
;; boyfriend!kenma lets you wear his expensive, oversized hoodies—the ones that cost more than your—past—rent. he loves the way you smell like his cologne and home. when you try to return them, he just pushes them back into your arms. “keep it. i like seeing you in my things.”
;; boyfriend!kenma isn’t much for public displays of affection, but behind closed doors? he’s surprisingly needy. he likes to bury his face in the crook of your neck after a long stream, breathing you in until his heart rate slows down. his hands are always wandering, usually finding their way under the hem of your shirt just to feel the warmth of your skin.
;; boyfriend!kenma spoils you with the bouncing ball corporate card. you have the login to all his accounts, and he gets a notification every time you spend his money—it’s his favorite kind of notification. he’ll text you: “saw you went to that cafe. get the dessert too, baby. i want to taste it off your lips later.”
;; boyfriend!kenma is incredibly observant. he knows exactly when you’re getting tired or overwhelmed before you even realize it. he’ll quietly close his laptop, scoop you up, and carry you to bed. he doesn’t say much, but the way he pulls the covers over you and then crawls in behind you, pulling you flush against his chest, says everything.
;; boyfriend!kenma has a bit of a possessive streak that comes out in the quietest ways. if he sees another guy looking at you for too long, he doesn’t make a scene; he just slides his arm around your waist, pulling you so close there’s no room for air, and lets his heavy gaze do the talking.
;; boyfriend!kenma loves it when you sit behind him while he’s gaming and play with his hair. it’s the only thing that can actually distract him from a high-stakes match. he’ll let out a soft, shaky breath when your nails graze his scalp, his hands faltering on the keyboard as he mutters, “y/n... don’t do that right now unless you want me to turn the PC off entirely.”
;; boyfriend!kenma has a habit of pulling you onto his lap while he’s sitting in his expensive ergonomic chair. he’ll continue his business call or stream with one hand on the mouse and the other sliding under your thighs, hiking your skirt or shorts up just a little too high. he likes the thrill of you having to stay absolutely silent and still while he talks numbers, his fingers occasionally applying a firm, grounding pressure that makes your breath hitch.
;; boyfriend!kenma loves marking his territory in ways that aren’t immediately obvious. he’ll leave a faint, blooming bruise right on your collarbone or the sensitive skin behind your ear before he leaves for a meeting. he’ll smirk when he sees you trying to cover it with concealer later, whispering against your skin, “don’t hide it, i want everyone to know who you went home to.”
;; boyfriend!kenma is a huge fan of late-night ‘distractions.’ if you’re trying to read or work while he’s bored, he’ll crawl between your legs and rest his head on your chest, looking up at you with those heavy lids. his hands don’t stay still for long; they’re always tracing the lace of your underwear or the curve of your hip, his voice dropping an octave as he asks, “are you really more interested in that than me?”
;; boyfriend!kenma definitely uses his wealth to facilitate his more.. indulgent side. he’ll fly you out to a private villa just so he can have you all to himself, away from the prying eyes of his fans and employees. there, he’s much more vocal about what he wants to do to you, spending hours worshiping every inch of you until you’re nothing but a shaky, panting mess in the silk sheets he bought specifically because they’ll be comfortable for your skin.
;; boyfriend!kenma loves the contrast of his cold, expensive watches against your warm skin. he’ll pin your wrists above your head with one hand, the metal of his rolex biting into your skin just enough to be a reminder of his weight. he’s quiet, but the sounds he makes when he’s buried inside—those low, gravelly huffs of your name—are reserved only for your ears.
;; boyfriend!kenma has a thing for praise, but only from you. he loves it when you whisper how good he feels or how much you love his touch. it makes him get a bit more aggressive, a bit more desperate to please you. he’ll bite his lip to keep from getting too loud, but the way his grip tightens on your hips tells you exactly how close he is to losing that signature composure.
n: for one of my sweet freaky babies @j4zume !! i wrote this while trying to code a heart, hell yeah.
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