#{still.}

From the monitor backstage, you watched Jongho drifting his way through his solo set. He was doing a small local show, which meant you could be there to see him perform and spend some extra time with him. You were beaming, proud of his talent and delighted that he was thriving. 

When he came offstage for a short break before his encore, Jongho tore off his leather jacket and draped it over your shoulders, leaning down to give you a quick kiss on the forehead. As he headed back to the stage after a few sips of water, you slid your arms into the jacket and held it close around your torso. Traces of his cologne lingered, mixing with the leather to create an intoxicating fragrance. You couldn’t describe it in any way other than it smelling like Jongho. 

As he began his final song, you took another deep inhale, running your fingers across the sleeve of the jacket to feel its worn texture. For a moment you wondered how it would feel to wear the jacket with nothing separating it from your bare skin, letting the heady aroma bathe your body. 

Whoa. You forced yourself to return your attention back to the stage, where the show was finally coming to its close. Any moment now you’d finally have Jongho to yourself, once he had put away his equipment.

Soon enough, he had done just that and made his way over to you. A small grin broke across his exhausted face when he saw you wearing his jacket. “Looking gorgeous, princess,” he said as he took you in his arms.

Your only response was to hug him tighter, breathing him in while he held you. His shirt was unbuttoned a bit, only a button or two, and you softly kissed the exposed part of his chest before looking up at him through your lashes.

He met your gaze with a smirk, seeming to read your mind. “How about we go find somewhere to appreciate each other? There’s some free dressing rooms back there.” 

You held onto his hand, letting him lead you to an empty room. As he locked the door you praised your own foresight in wearing a skirt that day. 

Jongho walked over to you, resting his palm against your cheek as he drank you in with his eyes. “You look so sexy in that jacket, you know that?” 

Normally you shied away from compliments, but this time you really felt sexy, and you loved that he sensed that from you. “Do I?” you asked playfully. “Are you going to do something about that?”

“You bet I am.” He quickly helped you onto a tall table, keeping you close to his height so he could kiss you with ease. You were just as eager, parting your lips to slide your tongue into his mouth. 

He slid his hands under your skirt to rest on your thighs, gripping tightly as he spread them wide. You moaned against his lips, reaching up to thread your fingers through his hair and hold him to you. From this close, the leathery fragrance of the jacket in combination with your very real and present boyfriend swirled around you, making you almost lightheaded with want.

“Please,” you nearly whimpered. “I need you.”

“You have me,” he responded, reaching for the waistband of your panties to slip them off as you lifted your hips to assist. After tossing aside the unnecessary garment, he stood between your legs and ran his right hand along the inside of your thigh, making his way upward. You widened your pose, granting Jongho better access to your core. 

He wasted no time, sliding his fingers along your folds before swiftly pushing two fingers into your already drenched pussy. As he slowly pumped them in and out of you, he kissed and nibbled at the sensitive spots on your neck. You could hear his desperate breathing, and you realized he too was caught up in the euphoria of the leather and the way it combined with your natural scent. 

Despite its aphrodisiac effect on you both, you wondered if you should take off the jacket. It was tailored for Jongho perfectly, so you felt like it didn’t fit you quite right.

You went to shrug it off, but Jongho stopped you. “No, no, keep it on.”

“It’s not in the way?” You didn’t really want to remove it, but at the moment your priority was sexual enjoyment for the two of you. 

Jongho shook his head No. "I got what I need right here.” He curled his fingers up inside you, stroking your g-spot and coaxing a yelp out of you. Moving his lips back to your neck, he whispered, “You smell so good wearing it, I don’t know why.” 

“Mmhmm,” you agreed. “It smells like you.” 

He paused briefly, smiling at you, and you knew he was thinking the same thing. That it wasn’t so much the leather itself as it was the combination of you both, that you were so well suited to each other that your bodies worked together beautifully in every way. 

“Want me to fuck you now?” Jongho asked, knowing the answer already. 

Still, you chuckled softly. “You better.”

With a smirk he pulled out his fingers, offering them to you to lick clean. You readily obeyed his silent command, locking your eyes with his as you did so. He swallowed a moan at the sight, then once you returned his fingers he quickly undid his pants, freeing his erection. You reached out to take him in hand and guide him to your entrance. 

He entered you smoothly; your wetness let him easily bury his entire length inside you. You wrapped your legs around him as he began to thrust, reaching up to rest your hands behind his neck. While it wasn’t your main thought, some part of your mind realized that this positioning allowed both of you to continue breathing in the heady scent of the leather jacket. 

You caught Jongho turning his face once or twice to press his nose into your sleeve, and your fingers found their way into his hair again, brushing the sleeve across his face gently so he could smell it.

He smiled at you, understanding you were teasing him, and he grabbed onto your hips so he could fuck you harder in response. Each collision of his body into yours forced a series of desperate whines from your throat, and you pulled him to you so your kisses would smother the sounds. 

In a moment he broke the kiss, straightening up to bring his hand back beneath your bunched-up skirt to massage your clit. At times like this it seemed like he was playing you like a song, hitting every note and coaxing soft desperate music from your lips. 

“I… I need-” The pleasure building in your abdomen cut off your words, and you closed your eyes to lose yourself in the joy of the moment. 

“I know. Let go.” 

As your orgasm began to crash into you, you bit on your lip to avoid being too loud, but it was wasted effort. Jongho knew your body better than his own, and he never failed to bring you to the edge of what you could physically handle. He continued fucking you as the pleasure rose and crested, and you covered your mouth as you opened your eyes to lock onto his. The sudden proximity of your leather-covered arm only sharpened your bliss.

The tightening of your walls and the sight of you lost in ecstasy drove Jongho to his own climax, spilling himself into you with a breathy groan. You kept your shaky legs around him as he came, not wanting to break contact for even a second as he lost himself in pleasure. 

He slipped a hand behind your neck, pulling your face to his to kiss you hungrily. Even - or especially - after the intensity of what you had just shared, he loved and desired you and needed you to know it. 

Once he stepped back from you, he retrieved your panties from where they had fallen, and helped you compose yourself once again. As you entwined your hand with his, ready to leave the room and hope to hell nobody realized where you had been, it occurred to you that you were still wearing his leather jacket, the bewitching garment that had driven you both to such fervor. 

“Hang on,” you stopped Jongho so you could remove the jacket, but he stilled you with a hand on your shoulder.