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Heyy ! Can you write a Koga x s/o or a Ryuki x s/o scenario please ? Thank you so much~~

literally anything for you, my dear :3 i hope you enjoy !! i chose koga for this one because he’s just so damn cute 

under the cut for length + MILD NSFW :)

“I dunno...it’s not really my style.” You eyed the bomber jacket that Koga was holding up to your torso.

“C’mon, babe. Don’t you wanna match?” He turned around to reveal the design on the back of his own bomber jacket. They were almost identical. “It’d be sick!” 

You scowled at him. “Tell me that it’d be sick one more time and I’m leaving.” You grabbed the jacket out of his hand and shoved your arms through the holes and straightened it out against your body before turning to look in a mirror. You caught Koga’s eyes light up behind you as he checked you out in the jacket he had picked. 

Your boyfriend had an impeccable sense of fashion, so you weren’t surprised that the jacket was actually flattering. It was just big enough to be called oversized but fitted enough that it you weren’t swimming in it. It was quite comfortable. You blushed at Koga’s delighted expression. 

You frowned at the outfit you had picked out for the day, it didn’t match very well with the jacket that Koga had picked out for you. You felt bad that you had fought him so hard on giving the jacket a try, and you wanted to figure out a way to make it up to him.

You knew that shopping for cool clothes was one of Koga’s favorite pastimes when he wasn’t training or eating out with friends—so you decided to give him a little leeway.

“Babe?” Koga raised an eyebrow at you as he watched you fumble with the hem of your shirt.

“I like the jacket, Ko.” You refused to meet the glint of his eye at your admission of him having better taste than you. “But it doesn’t match the rest of my outfit.”

“Well, you don’t have to wear it right now. We can buy it and you can wear it later.”

“You know my style, I don’t usually wear stuff like this.” Your bottom lip poked out and drew Koga’s attention as you had intended.

“So...I’m not following, y/n.” Koga said slowly, his eyes studying your face. He was good at reading his opponents when it came to a match, but he had always been terrible at gauging what you were up to.

“I want you to pick out an outfit to go with this. For me.” You smiled as you watched Koga’s face transform from confusion into excitement. 

“Babe...babe, this is so great!” Koga placed both of his hands on your shoulder and smiled at you in the mirror. “You’re gonna look so good. Bet.” 

“I don’t think that’s the correct way to use ‘bet’, Ko.” You giggled as you turned to face your boyfriend, but he was already back at the front of the store. You made your way to him and wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his back, listening to his muttering.

“You know, this place isn’t as cool as a thrift joint but we can probably get some real good stuff for you here.” Koga mused, sifting through a rack of track pants. He pulled out a pair of classic, black Adidas joggers and turned them around to hold them up to your hips. He stretched the fabric around your waist and made a satisfied noise in the back of his throat. 

“Awesome! You always take mine, so now you can finally have your own pair and I can finally wear mine when I want.” He nodded proudly and slung the pants over his shoulder, returning to the rack to dig through more clothes. 

You trailed behind him as he continued to search for the perfect clothes to accentuate your perfect body, smiling and giggling at his obvious excitement and enjoyment. Once he had accumulated the right amount of clothes to satisfy his tastes, you followed him to the fitting room. He put all the clothes on the rack inside and sat down on the bench, leaving you to pick out what you wanted to try on first. You recognized white stripes against black pants and plucked the Adidas joggers off the rack, turning to Koga.

“I thought you said these were already fine?” You raised your eyebrows suspiciously.

“Just in case. We shouldn’t buy them without trying them on, then we’d waste our precious money. Also, it’d defeat the whole purpose of you not wearing my clothes.” He teased, thrusting the pants back at you. You accepted them reluctantly, burying your face in the fabric to hide your pout.

“But...I wear your clothes because I like the way they smell. Smells like you.” Your voice came out muffled and Koga stood, walking over to you so that he could hear you properly.

“What’d you say?” 

“I said, I like wearing your clothes because they smell like you.” You lifted your chin toward him, giving him a full view of the blush that assaulted your cheeks and the bridge of your nose. A similar blush appeared on his face as he quickly directed his gaze at the floor. 

“Gosh, you’re just too damn cute.” He took the joggers from you and threw them on the bench before pressing his fingers to your neck and bringing your lips to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer, slotting your nose against his as he slid his tongue in between your lips. 

You brought your knee up and hooked it around his waist before he pushed you up against the wall and jutted his hips into yours. You pouted when he abruptly pulled away, the both of you heaving from the sudden make out session.

“How ‘bout we take this back to our place?” Koga panted, his grip on your waist tightening the longer he stared into your half lidded eyes.

“If I said ‘absolutely’ would that make me too eager?”

“Not as eager as I am, babe.” Koga chuckled lightly, nodding his head in the direction of his nether regions. You followed his movements and had to slap your hand over your mouth to keep from laughing out loud at the bulge in Koga’s pants that accompanied the pained expression on his face. “Are you gonna keep laughing or are you gonna answer me?” 

You tried your best to compose yourself long enough to answer him, but you didn’t trust your voice, so you just nodded. You grabbed Koga’s hand and led him out of the store, leaving all of the outfits, including the bomber jacket, in the fitting room—he’d probably be back for them later. 

Once the two of you were outside and under the protection of the public crowd, you squeezed Koga’s hand and turned to him with a mischievous grin and a gesture toward his crotch. “I hope the little guy can wait.”