EXO: When I Think About You I (sort of) Touch Myself [girl!Tao-centric]

Jan 19, 2014 15:04

Title: When I Think About You, I (sort of) Touch Myself
Pairing: Tao-centric, (implied future Lay/Tao)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Genderswitch (Zitao, Luhan, Yifan, Sehun, Jongin), female masturbation, the defiling of a couch.
Word Count: 1266
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys.
Summary: Inspired by a music video scene, Zitao lets off steam while thinking of a certain upperclassman boy in her school.
Author's Note: This is a sort of prequel to Meet the Family, which was a drabble I wrote for the EXO Shipping Challenge. I meant to write this first . . . but that didn't happen. Also, Yixing and Zitao aren't together yet, timeline-wise. And yes, I do have more planned for Yixing and Zitao. ;)

It is probably the hundredth time she has seen this particular music video, but Zitao can't help but drag the marker to replay the section of Jimin rapping. Not long after it came out, AOA's Confused became her favorite song, the catchy words easy for her to memorize. Particularly the rap section, Zitao has a huge amount of love and respect for anyone who can rap.

She watches intently as Jimin, who is standing behind a couch, throws her left leg over the furniture piece, effectively straddling the red leather. Zitao hums thoughtfully, fingers rubbing over the similar leather couch she's sitting on. She had been wanting to do the dance herself, secretly enjoying dancing along with music videos, but the section of Jimin on the couch made her pause. If her older sisters were to catch her defiling their precious couch, she would surely be dead.

But Luhan and Yifan are out shopping, and have only been gone for twenty minutes. If Zitao wants her chance to try out the dance, it's now or never. The thought of her sisters walking in on her have Zitao walking behind the couch first, better to be safe then sorry. She doesn't think she could come up with an adequate explanation of why she would be grinding on the couch.

Zitao throws her leg over the back of the furniture piece, mirroring Jimin in the video, and has to fight back giggles at how silly she feels. She wonders what the choreographers were thinking when they came up with this idea, as well as what Jimin was thinking every time she had to do this part during live performances. Did she think it felt silly as well?

Tilting her upper body forward, Zitao is so far forward that the couch pushes against her shirt to cushion between her small-sized breasts. Still fighting the urge to giggle, she also has to fight the urge to groan when the inside seam of her jean shorts rub just right between her legs. Her stomach clenches in surprise, the tall girl pauses to recollect her scattering control.

The telltale tingle between her legs has Zitao flushing, she has only felt this way a handful of times in the middle of the night. She's usually able to deal with it by pressing her thighs tightly together, jerking her hips in small controlled circles, but this is different. She's never brought on the tingly feeling before, and the cool leather feels good against her exposed skin. Maybe she could . . .

Zitao lifts her upper body so she is sitting more securely, one foot flat on the floor while the other is curled into leather, and carefully rocks her hips down more forcefully. Gasping, Zitao's head starts to feel lightheaded as pleasure shoots up her spine, the tingling sensation intensifying from the friction caused by her clothes. She rocks her hips down again, with even more force, and starts up a steady rhythm. Her skin becomes sensitive, the material of her bra rough against perky nipples which have peaked. Of all the times she has pleasured herself, Zitao has to admit that this is the most intense.

As she continues to move without pause, her thoughts drift to dark brown hair, sparkling eyes, a cute dimple nestled in a right cheek. She thinks of long talented fingers, conditioned by years of piano and guitar playing, running along her skin. Down her arms, across her breasts, pinching her nipples, over her stomach, then moving even lower.

Breath catching, then releasing in a high pitched moan, Zitao's body starts to fold in, her spine arching up like a cat. The thickest part of her short's inner seam suddenly presses against a point between her legs that has her crying out, the pleasure easily doubling. She is careful to continuously rub against that spot, instead imagining a pair of hands bringing her this stimulation, breath now in soft hiccups as the coiling pleasure in her lower stomach intensifies.

When she comes, it hits her like a brick wall. Completely out of no where. Her body spasms, head fuzzy, fingers clawing at leather material in front of her, and her breath catches in her throat. Taking deep breaths, Zitao lets her body slouch bonelessly, waiting for her head to return to normal.

She comes to with an uncomfortable wet sensation between her legs, so she cautiously pulls herself off of the couch and tiptoes to her bedroom for a change of clothes. Her legs are spread wide to prevent creating a bigger mess, and she feels embarrassed for how it makes her waddle, but she can't help it.

After she cleans herself up, she goes back to the couch to make sure she hasn't left any evidence behind. Once satisfied, she sits back down, and pulls her laptop into her lap. She'll try the rest of the dance another day, when her legs aren't still shaky.

As soon as she is settled down, the front door opens, Luhan and Yifan walking in carrying bags full of groceries and clothes. Luhan spots her first, rummages through a bag, then walks over to her.

“Zitao!” Luhan exclaims, throwing her willowy frame next to Zitao's, “What did you do while Yifan and I were gone?”

“I watched some music videos, Luhan-jie,” Zitao answers. It wasn't a complete lie.

“You should have come with us! Anyway, Yifan and I bought you a shirt, do you like it?” Zitao's oldest sister holds out a dark brown material.

Dark brown hair. Sparkly eyes. Dimple in a right cheek.

She grabs the material quickly, racing to her room to hide her sudden blush. “I'll try it on!”

Zitao had forgotten already. But when she had been on the couch, she had pleasured herself while thinking of Zhang Yixing. Oh god. She would never be able to look at her crush in the face again without turning a violent shade of red.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Come on, Zitao-unnie!” Sehun whines, “We need more people for the dance team. And I know you can dance, so don't tell me you can't!”

“But-” Zitao tries to protest, but is interrupted by her other best friend.

“It'll be fun, and you remember who the dance team captain is this year,” Jongin wiggles her eyebrow, pulling disgusted sounds from both Sehun and Zitao.

“You'll like dance team, I promise,” Sehun pleads.

“Oh? Are you thinking of joining the dance team, Zitao-ah?” a new voice asks from behind the group, in Chinese.

Zitao spins around, face pale when she comes face to face with a smiling Zhang Yixing, captain of the dance team. She turns bright red, immediately remembering last week's incident with her couch, and finds her throat closing up in shock.

“We're trying to convince her to join the dance team, Yixing-oppa,” Sehun inputs in Korean, having no idea what Yixing just asked. “Zitao is excellent at martial arts, and she's flexible, so I think we could really use her on the team!”

Yixing nods at her, then addresses Zitao in Chinese again, “Well then, Zitao-ah, try outs are after school today if you're interested. I'm sure you would have a lot of fun on the team, so I hope to see you there.”

Zitao flushes again, admiring Yixing's dimple as he nods goodbye and continues down the hallway. She pulls out her cell phone, ignoring Sehun and Jongin's questions, to send Luhan a text.

Jiejie, I'm going to be late from school today. I'm trying out for the dance team.

au: meet the family, rating: nc-17, character: tao, !fanfic, genderswitch, fandom: exo

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