i never see dom!neko kenma but i stg it just- makes sense
like him getting off his games and snaking his arms around you from behind as he lays down knowing his rut is about to set in and hes so horny, he'll feel bad if he wakes you up but he also wants to wake you up because that's how eager he is, slipping his tail between your thighs and teasing you until you're awake.
he just wants you so bad, not caring what time of day it is. if he’s horny he’ll be rubbing his hard cock against you whenever you may be. pushing you over the countertop just to tease at your clit, his canine teeth pointing out as he smirks and bites into the back of your shoulder
A/n: Hello again ^^~ it’s 4:22 a.m., what am I doing... Anyways, here are the neko!Kenma head cannons that I’ve been working on~ I hope that you like them ><! (I thought of it cause I saw my classmates’ cats over video call today, and I got jealous TT. It’s fine, I have my imaginary cat Kozu~)
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Tw: I guess I mentioned people making fun of Kenma, so there’s that
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Kenma was all you could’ve ever asked for: an adorable and shy kitty who held great contempt for everyone and anything but you. You were the only one he would let his guard down around, the only one who he let touch his things, and the only one who he let touch him - willingly and eagerly at that.
Unlike the discomfort he felt from other people giving him high fives and hugs or invading his personal space, his small safe bubble, the feelings he experienced when you gave him head pats and when you scratched his ears was undoubtedly a pleasurable one, one that made rose-coloured butterflies flutter around in his stomach and one that, without fail, dyed his cheeks that same shade of pink.
When he gamed for hours and hours, his back would always end up hurting because of his posture, and his butt would also hurt since he would have been sitting in the same position for so long, so when you offered to have him sit on your lap, he readily agreed. And it didn’t just help the aches and pains: it was also warm and comfortable. You’d rest your head against the crook of his small neck, and the scent of your favourite shampoo would waft throughout the dim room. Unbeknownst to you, your eyes closed, a small grin would appear on Kenma’s gorgeous face, his delicate features lighting up, if only slightly.
And when he would start dozing off, you would stroke his velvety tail, scratch in between his fluffy ears, and play with his cute little toe beans. You liked fiddling with his incisors and his claws too, though of course, it had resulted in you getting shallow cuts in the past. Kenma had of course, called you stupid, but he had also been worried and told you not to do things that could end up hurting you. Deep down, you knew that these things also helped him sleep, and since you really did like his feline features, you assured him that it was nothing and that he could never hurt you.
When he was so gentle and content around you, it could sometimes be hard to remember how reserved and emotionless he could be with others. You didn’t mind though, since this was him and that everything Kenma Kozume, you loved to the very core. Sometimes, when he would be irritated by things like gravity or the rare instances where he would lose a game, you’d tease him a bit and follow up with a comforting smile to remind him that neither you nor any of the others who cared about him would ever think any less of him for slipping up, for making mistakes, and that it was perfectly fine to not be “perfect” - especially because in your eyes, he was already the most beautiful person alive, inside and out.
When strangers would mock him for his cat-like traits, you made sure to stand up for Kenma if he didn’t feel up to it himself, and though he claimed that he didn’t wish to cause unnecessary trouble, of course he did care, and having you be there for him (and perhaps occasionally threaten or beat the scumbags up) definitely made him feel better.
