Yui sighed as she made the few steps toward her bedroom. She could hear her mother talking to Izuku. She knew that her mother would keep him busy while she went to change clothes. With no one around, she tightened her hand around her heart. She felt suffocated, but at the same time she wanted to open her voice. She wanted to vocalize her true feelings. She wanted someone to understand about her. Honestly, she dearly wanted a friend. A friend that appreciated her personality. A friend that wanted to spend time with no ulterior motives. Someone who listened? Someone that she can spend hours with until the sun goes down. Qualities that she found in him. A boy who she envied. A boy who she picked on constantly.
A boy that was very special to her. In a way, she can see that she was enamored by him.
Emotions swelled her stomach, giving her butterflies whenever she was in Izuku's presence. She didn't feel invisible around him. But it was those newfound emotions that overwhelmed her. It scared her, rather yet confused her. So in defense of her emotions, she took them out on her new friend.
Yui approached him first. It was during P.E. They were at the tennis courts, situated adjacent from the makeshift track that the gym coach created as an attempt for his newly formed track team for the underclassmen. He was taking a break from his first run. His gym teacher insisted on him joining the track team. The word that came from his teacher's mouth was "potential." He laughed at that word.
Yui was offended.
In her mind, potential meant that she was able to perpetuate something of a force. It meant that he could become the best if he tried. Izuku humbly declined the opportunity, citing his irregular schedule of his nuclear family. He wasn't sure if he could fit it in his already chaotic routine. She watched Izuku talking with the gym coach.
Yui made it up in her mind to approach him.
He finished tying his shoes for the second run before being stopped in front of her tracks. Yui was sporting the new gym uniform that her mother recently purchased. It was covered with dirt marks. Sweat stains dried into the shirt. She looked like a real athlete, or at least that was what he thought. Not bad for a person who had a weak constitution. Once again, something he was not going to tell her. Especially for a person he hardly knew.
'Why didn't you join the track team?' She asked him with seriousness in her voice. Izuku could hear it in her voice that she was out of breath. The small walk took her breath away. His first instinct was to send the new girl to get water.
'Why didn't you join the track team?' She asked again, wanting an answer. Her voice was provoking energy. He couldn't put his finger on it at the time, but later concluded to be envious, or so he thought.
'If you have a talent, do it,' she said while wrapping her arms. 'If you have a knack for something, then go for it. Why be so humble?'
He rubbed the back of his head. Never in his life has he been contested in such a manner. 'I don't know.' He answered her. 'I have never put it in that perspective.'
She grunted, snorted through her nose. She took him by his arm. Her rough palms were making contact with his skin. 'Come with me,' she said.
That was how Izuku made his acquaintanceship with Yui. Through her insistence, he tried out for track. He made the team. It turned out that he had a knack for running.
In the days following practice, she waited on him. Always the same, giving him an order of carrying her books or paying her to go to Valkyrie's. Whenever she had her days with him, she gave him orders at a moment's notice.
Not once did he confront or call her on it. Hidden behind her raven hair and those beady eyes, she smiled. An expression she had yet to show in front of Izuku.
She opened the door to her bedroom before closing it.
Her room was like a wonderland for comic driven recluses. The walls were a deep black that pulsed in the light sprinkled with various posters, mostly of strange Japanese cartoon shows. Demon Slayer, Tomie, Darker Than Black, Seven Deadly Sins, Akame Ga KIll, and Death Note decorated those walls. It was a sure contrast of her nature, a side she had hardly shown to anyone, particularly Izuku.
Her comforter was pulled over her bed, even though she hadn't cleaned it. The result was lumps of varying sizes and shapes and the comforter was weighed down by her laptop. A desk sat in one corner, littered with wadded up pieces of paper and pens. A few shelves were pushed against the walls and filled with books. Some books sat on the floor in front of the shelves.
She and Izuku shared the same taste in comics. Something she never mentioned to him. An aspiring comic book artist, she wanted to make comics that were in the shoujo, bishoujo, shounen, and bishounen. Occasionally, she dabbled in both shoujo-ai and shounen-ai. She loved things that were cute.
Especially the mutualism of their favorite idol/superhero, All Might.
She put her backpack beside her bed and sat at the front. She took off her shoes where she began rubbing her feet. At her desk, she saw her opened notebook that displayed her rough drafts of her art.
Admittedly, Izuku was the subject for the moment. Each page she had of him depicted moments of the two. The time where she dropped her ice cream at the parlor and he shared with her. The time when she pushed him into the swimming pool when he indirectly talked to Katsuki and Denki about women with large busts. The time when she and Izuku went to the movies. Every filled moment of the two was put in their notebook.
So, Yui wasn't just enamored with the cinnamon roll. It can be said that she liked him.
Her chest felt heavy. Every time she moved, her body felt heavy. Downstairs was a boy that she bullied, but at the same time admired. Those newfound emotions were forming, confusing and complicating the budding teenager.
"Why can't I just be honest with my feelings," she told herself as she looked in the mirror. "Why can I tell Izuku that I am being such an ass because of the fact that I might like him?"
She lowered her eyes, staring at her body. She slowly moved from the bed where she went to the mirror. She slowly started taking off her clothes.
She was insecure with her body image. She had small breasts. The Japanese folklore of consuming milk wasn't enough to perpetuate the growth in her chest. Why can't guys accept girls of all shapes? I can't help having small breasts. That is how I was made.
She paused in her thoughts. Something was blocking her process. A secret, if one would say. She went to the drawer and pulled out a prescription bottle. She pulled a water bottle and took the pills. The taste was horrible, but it was pills that needed to be taken. She returned back to the mirror.
I wonder if Izuku is accepting as everybody says he is. I talked to everybody asking about him. Many say he is a good person who accepts people no matter who they are. If that were the case, would he accept me for who I am and not what I am?
She lowered her skirt to the floor, showcasing her baby blue cotton panties. Those were her lucky panties. She didn't tell her mother but she went to a local shaman to bless the fabric as she wanted good luck. It was true that she begged Izuku to come visit. It took the raven-haired teen confidence to force herself to invite Izuku into her home.
As she observed her body, she recalled her female classmates complimenting her body. 1-A classmate Tsuyu Asui suggested showing her curves instead of wearing oversized clothes. Her classmate Pony Tsunotori loved how in-shape she was. Admittedly, she loved to work out. She would spend her early mornings at her home gym in the basement. Workout videos and magazines served as her guide to stay in shape. In actuality, it was Izuku that served as the motivating factor of waking up at the crack of dawn.
The girls can see it. The boys weren't afraid to express themselves. But, it wasn't confirmed until that certain boy downstairs could see it.
She dreamed of the day where she can show her body to a boy. Someone who was going to love her body. Not just her body, but Yui in general.
Tears started flowing from her eyes as she wanted with much grief to come out to Izuku about her. Not putting up a front of being a bitch. Deep within, she was a kindred soul. She wanted to tell him of the expansive comic book collection she has. She honestly wanted to spend time with his best friend Itsuka. She wanted to do many things, but fear stopped her. Many, many times fear halted her goals of being a normal girl.
How can I be a normal girl if something is standing in my way?
She returned her eyes to the front of the mirror where her obstacle was staring right in front of her. Peeking from her panties was an erected dick. She saw how it stood at attention from her panties.
I want Izuku to like me. Like me for Yui, the girl who is a bitch, but caring. But will he accept me knowing that I am not a normal girl? Would he like a person who is intersexed?
Yui always identified herself as a girl. Since birth, she was born with an extra appendage, her penis. Yui never felt comfortable being in her own skin. Back in her native Brazil, she was met with bullying from her classmates. She was called a ladyboy, a tranny, a transvestite, any demeaning names to infer her extra sex organ. She was an outcast to the student body. Her desk was littered with used tampons and torn condoms. Classmates would ask her if she was a boy or a girl despite her feelings of being the latter. Her gym teacher had to make special accommodations as she felt that she couldn't fit in either category of gender as it would produce curiosity with either sex.
She cried herself to sleep every night and chagrined whenever she had to go to school. It wasn't long when Yui's father became aware of the harassment occurring with his daughter and was immediately pulled out of school. Since middle school, she was homeschooled with private teachers.
Despite the turmoil at school, she had supportive parents. Her mother always consoled her about her body, explaining that she couldn't deny the parts she had as they were the gifts of God. She disliked that thought and sought doctors that could remove her penis. Her mother didn't like the idea, nevertheless, informed her when she turned eighteen, then she could make the decision whether or not she wanted to remove her penis.
She rubbed herself and got frustrated about her penis. "I wish I didn't have this obstruction, then my plan can be complete. I can be a complete girl. I can get with boys with them worrying that I was a futanari," she told herself aloud.
She looked back at the picture of Izuku. One of them was them sharing a kiss with each other. Instantly, that formed an arousal. She swallowed her lump as she cried out to herself. She couldn't wait for the day when she was eligible for getting the surgery.
She took the picture and sat on the bed with it.
Her throbbing member was becoming angry, craving to be touched by her soft hands. It, too, has been neglected and sought attention from its owner. She spooled saliva from her mouth and onto her hand. She used it as lube to lather her stiff cock. Massaging the phallus was becoming tantalizing to the black-haired teen. It too understood her feelings for Izuku. It too wasn't hiding its feelings and sought release of its milky fluid. A woman she was but a man resided in her dick. Forbidden thoughts reeled into her mind when she fantasized taking Izuku on this very bad and asserting all of her feelings into his ass.
"Deku, you idiot!" She scooched back onto the bed. The door was closed and the air conditioner was loud enough to distract her mother and Deku. She reached into the drawer where her aid could be found. Hidden under comic books was a box that has assisted her on many nights.
Her onahole.
The cool, soft texture of the green onahole was met with the warm, stickiness of hardened flesh. Instincts overrode logic as she thrust her dick in its tight confines. She let out tiny moans. She felt safe. She felt secured. This wasn't any different from any other night whenever she wanted to relieve herself.
The fact that her crush was downstairs only intensified the lecherous thoughts.
As she bucked her lips, her thoughts were on Deku. Would he be okay with this? Would he accept this kind of Yui until the day she could remove her dick? Oftentimes, she would call her dick an enlarged clitoris or a decoration.
"Mmm," she said at a low tone. She tried to be silent. It was more so to hear the sounds of her spit meshing with the onahole. The suction was tight like a vacuum. Every time she thrust, the thoughts loomed on Izuku's ass.
Would he be acceptable to the idea of being taken up in his ass? She always saw him as an open-minded individual thus believing it could bring perspective. In the end, those were her thoughts. She moaned as her fingers began digging into her cavern. She wasn't going to let her pussy alone and without attentive care.
"Izuku" she moaned lightly. Saying his name only tightened the pocket pussy. She used her free hand to stroke her dick. Each time she thrust her finger into her pussy, she stroked her dick. She licked her lips, letting her saliva slide from her mouth. She closed her eyes thinking of the things that Izuku would do to her. The thought of his dick pumping into her pussy intensified her arousal.
Is he a good kisser? Is he nimble when touching a girl's body? His tempo, is it fast or is it slow? Would he be a gentle lover to his woman? Will he be gentle to me?
Izuku was a virgin. He hasn't even kissed a girl yet. Externally, it was fuel to add to the fire to bully him. Internally, it was invigorating as he was untouched. Yui's mother told her that boys are naturally inclined to please a woman whenever hormones are championed. Was her mother's words true? She would like to know.
"I want to taste your lips," she said to herself. She shivered as the soft, silky sheets dug into her body, creating a cool sensation. Precum leaked profusely out of her cock. Her hand was soaked. The bed creaked. The sheets were becoming sopping wet. Periodically, she would check the door so she wouldn't get caught.
What if Mom or Deku walked in on me?
Tension was building. She didn't stop staring at the door. Her hips were bucking at a faster rate.
Don't walk in on me. Please, don't walk in on me!
She was getting closer. She felt the milk withdrawing from her balls and ready to be deposited into the onahole.
"Don't look at me," she cried out as she looked at the door. "Don't come in, Izuku! Don't come in, you idiot pervert!"
Look at me, Izuku! Look at me cum!
She stuck out her tongue. She was getting out of breath. The surge of cum build up was rising into her shaft. The tingling sensation of the pending release was at its peak.
She removed the onahole and tossed it beside her. She pressed down her dick in between her legs. "I'm coming," she cried out. Thick, dense sperm spurt profusely out of dick. At each spurt, she applied pressure onto it. The pressure was a seventh heaven to the teen, the best part of the orgasm. The seeds spurt onto the sheets, becoming soaked into the fabrics.
"Deku," she said as she stroked her dick at each time milk was released. "Deku," she said again. After the orgasm ceased, she turned to the side of the bed. She was spent. The air conditioner made her sheets and her cum-soaked skin chillier. She put her hand in front of her. It was soaked in remnants of her spunk.
She used her semen to put in her mouth.
It tasted salty but imagined it to be the taste of Izuku.
"I hate you, Deku," she said under her breath. "I hate you, so much."
I love you.
On the other side of the nightstand, she pulled out her baby wipes to clean the seminal residue. Deciding to clean the onahole later, she hid it under her pillow. Laundry day was the next day so she could cram the pillow shams into the hamper tonight without her mother noticing.
She got up from her bed and put on her casual clothes. Nothing special, just a pair of blue tempo shorts and a white t-shirt of her favorite anime, Akame Ga Kill. She closed her notebook, just in case when Izuku made her appearance in the room. She was happy to know he will be the first boy to come into her bedroom. She scrolled through her shelf for a video game. Knowing that Izuku loved action/role-playing games, Persona 5 was her choice.
She sprayed perfume on her body to cover the scent. She turned on her television to get the game setup. The only thing now was for him to come upstairs with their snacks. Although it was minutes away, her heartbeat was throbbing quickly.
At any moment, he was going to open that door.
To be continued….