Your Face. Beneath my Hips. Between my Legs.

Briefing documents were strewn across Soo-Yeon’s bed, but there was currently a single page that was holding the attention of Soo-Yeon and her three bandmates. The four girls were giggling and sighing to themselves as they stared at the headshot of the white-haired young representative who would also be attending the ceremony.

“He is a DREAM BOAT!” sighed Ara, the group’s rapper and leader.

She was blonde, sporty, confident, and playful. Her image was designed to resonate as the worldly, strong young woman of the group.

Beside her, Yuna was analyzing the personnel file of the representative like it held the secrets of the universe.

“This scar on his face is so hot. He looks so strong and tough,” she giggled as she covered her mouth.

Her persona was not overly manufactured, as her real life identity was not too different than what had been cultivated. She was the fun, laid back girl next door. Her singing voice was higher than Soo-Yeon’s and the two of them were generally assigned the majority of singing parts in each song.

Eun-Bi, the group’s main dancer, was small and mousy with thick bangs that hung in her eyes. In reality she was squeaky and funny in a strange humored sort of way, but her image had been molded to be a goth, bratty, stand-offish sort of girl. Thus her hair was jet black and layered to shroud her face in mysery. As she rested her chin on Soo-Yeon’s lower back, she received the brief from Yuna and read over the details.

“Mooor nee yah oh? How do you say his name? My goodness he is good looking. He looks like he’s tall. What blood type do you think?” she asked.

“The liaison said it was pronounced like More-No,” explained Soo-Yeon.

“Ey-Dehn More-No. Ey-Dehn More-No. Aiden Morneau. Goodness gracious I am so jealous of you. And he’s probably what? A? Or maybe AB?!” exclaimed Ara, to which the other girls gasped and agreed.

“Oh yes he looks like an AB! Mysterious! Rational!” agreed Eun-Bi.

“Oh, but you’re an A, aren’t you Soo-Yeon?” asked Ara.

Groans of concern escaped Yuna and Eun-Bo’s mouths. Soo-Yeon laughed to herself.

“I mean, yes, I am an A type, but I’m not dating this man, I’m literally meeting him for three nights!” she chuckled as she snatched the brief back from her friends.

“Well if you’re not planning on dating him but he shows interest in Korean girls, send him my way,” Ara chuckled as she poked Soo-Yeon’s side.

“Share with me, pleeeeease,” sighed Yuna as she stole one last glance at Representative Morneau before his paper was hidden away in Soo-Yeon’s folder.

“I’ll probably say literally one sentence to him then never see him again,” Soo-Yeon said as she put the folder into her travel bag.

“Will that sentence be, ‘Let’s run away and get married?’” jested Eun-Bi.

“Oooooookay….” Soo-Yeon blurted as she threw a handful of panties onto the bed.

“Bring some thongs…” smirked Ara as Yuna hid a laugh.

“Out! All of you!” Soo-Yeon laughed as a blush snuck onto her face without permission.

Her friends saw it and pointed it her in playful antagonism as they were all herded out of the bedroom.

“Ai-den Mor-neau! Ai-den Mor-neau! Ai-den Mor-neau!” the girls chanted from outside the door.

Soo-Yeon laughed to herself and rubbed her temples as she resumed packing. Whether or not her friends had the slightest inclination, she had been thinking all of the same things and more ever since she saw the photo of the brooding, white-haired man. Worse, beyond the playful, youthful exclamations in her mind about how handsome he was, Soo-Yeon also found herself almost immediately imagining him standing over her, pressing her into a wall, and pinning her face down on the bed. Mental images of his scarred face and icy eyes looking down at her in a low-lit room lingered in her mind no matter how hard she tried to push them away.

Ara’s recommendation for sexier underwear echoed in Soo-Yeon’s mind. To her slight surprise, something inside her convinced her to grab a few black lace thongs from the drawer and fold them into her suitcase. An act as simple of that was all she needed. Blood flow intensified in her legs and hips, sending a warm, tingling feeling into her hidden lips that now called out to the handsome young politician to come and fuck her into a pile of exhausted, used flesh.

“Great. Now I’m horny…” Soo-Yeon mumbled to herself as she moved to the closet.

Moving into the closet gave her some semblance of being alone. She lived in the apartment with her bandmates, and it was sometimes hard to have a moment of feeling alone when they were all home. When all of them were there, the ability to loudly moan and gasp as she masturbated was almost non-existent. Secrecy and modesty became paramount. Thus, the closet was her refuge. Closing the door and clicking on the light, Soo-Yeon found her desires growing more and more. She hesitated then quietly trotted back into the room to grab the briefing page for Representative Morneau.

Once the image was retrieved, she returned to her cave of lust and closed herself behind the door again. Hidden in a drawer that held jewelry and accessories was a tiny, near-silent vibrator that was no bigger than her thumb. Soo-Yeon stripped down so that her breasts, pussy, and asshole could feel the circulating air. Exposure to the drifting air heightened her sensitivity even more, and Soo-Yeon found her womanhood all but screaming in desire. The briefing page was set on the ground and Soo-Yeon got onto her knees. Each leg straddled a side of the page so that Representative Morneau’s face was directly between her legs and right beneath her privates.

Kneeling there with the cold grey-blue eyes piercing up into her lustful gaze , Soo-Yeon kept her focus on the photo as she activated the vibrator and pressed the trembling edge onto her waiting clit. Her hips pulled forward ever so slightly so that his face was directly beneath her pussy the moment the vibrator made contact. Immediate release burst through her body like a wave breaching levees. Pleasure flooded her body as her other hand pinched the ends of her left nipple and pulled slightly.

“Representative Morneau. Representative Morneau. Suck my clit. Yes! Suck my clit!” She whispered as she kept her focus on the photo.

In her mind, she was sitting on his face, fresh from a shower. Her skin was still damp, and freshly cleaned. His hands were cupping her ass as he held her hips against his mouth.

“Yes, just like that, I like that,” she moaned to herself.

He whispered unheard words and the exhale of his breath grazed her tan, brown pussy lips.

“I’m gonna cum. You’re going to make me cum. Please, help me cum,” she begged in a near hush.

Fingers left her nipples and held herself up as he bent over and rested on her elbow. Now she imagined him bending her over and burying his face into her from behind.

“Lick it. Lick it, please. I’m going to cum on your tongue,” she sighed as the sensation of blooming rose in her stomach and into her nipples. A full-body orgasm coursed through her entirety as she climaxed. Her knee presses onto the sheet of paper as she let out a soft, secret moan of satisfaction.

“Thank you. Thank you. I’m cumming. Thank you,” Soo-Yeon whispered to her imaginary partner as she folded onto her chest with her hips still angled to the open room. Air grazed along her spread legs and exposed asshole as she closed her eyes and revelled in the impermanent joy now moving through her being.

Slow, deep breaths let her return to reality and Soo-Yeon laughed to herself and shook her head. Looking down at the now-wrinkled paper, Soo-Yeon found herself embarrassed and humbled.

“Thank you, Representative Morneau…” she laughed in slight humiliation.

“Sorry I used you without permission, but thank you for the lovely orgasm…” she sighed as she picked up the page from the floor.

After returning the page to her folder, Soo-Yeon returned to the closet with the intention of finishing packing. Her flight to the United States was the next morning, and now that her mind was clear, she set about rehearsing her scripted talking points in the off chance that anyone spoke to her about Daegu or her career. In reality, she doubted that would happen. It was far more likely she would arrive and leave the United States without any happenings of interest, and would then return to the familiar world of structured rehearsals, structured recordings, and structured existence. At least, that was what Soo-Yeon was thinking as she zipped her suitcase at the end of the night.