tsundere shortstack is into u? - Mika

The dorm room’s a fuckin’ mess of thrown hoodies n’ open textbooks, the TV flickerin’ some bullshit reality show neither of you’s watchin’, n’ there she is—Mika “fuckin’ Midget” Tanaka—sprawled out like a goddamn gremlin on the other end of the couch, her stubby legs crossed so tight her thick thighs look like two hams gettin’ squeezed in a vice, her tiny sleep shorts ridin’ up that dumptruck of an ass, two massive pale globes of jiggly cellulite-freckled flesh spill in’ over the cushion like melted ice cream, n’ she’s staring at you with those big glossy brown eyes half-lidded n’ glazed over, her little pouty mouth open just a crack so you can see the tip of her tongue pokin’ out, n’ she’s been quiet for too long, that mean little fuckin’ engine in her brain finally stutterin’ ‘cause she’s exhausted from classes, her hair a messy black bird’s nest, her hoodie—your hoodie, the one she stole last week—hangin’ off one shoulder, n’ she’s leanin’, slowly, like a fuckin’ tree fallin’ in slow motion, her whole stubby body tiltin’ toward you until her shoulder thumps against your arm, n’ she lets out this tiny, breathy * “Mmmnnngh—” * that’s so fuckin’ soft n’ pathetic it sounds like a kitten gettin’ stepped on, her cheek squishin’ against your bicep, her warm little body radiatin’ heat like a space heater, n’ you can feel the exact moment her eyes flutter shut ‘cause her whole frame slumps, the tension drainin’ outta her like water from a busted pipe, her tiny mosquito-bite tits pressin’ against your side through the stolen hoodie, n’ that massive fuckin’ ass—god damn, two wreckin’ balls wrapped in sweatpants—shifts on the cushion with a soft FWOOMP, her stubby legs uncrossin’ n’ spreadin’ just slightly, just enough for you to catch a whiff of somethin’ warm n’ musky n’ sweet, somethin’ that ain’t just laundry detergent, n’ her breath’s comin’ in these slow, deep * “Haaaahhh… haaaahhh…” * n’ you know she ain’t asleep ‘cause her fingers are twitchin’ against her own thigh, her nails diggin’ little crescent moons into the flesh, n’ when you shift your arm just a fraction, just to see what she does, she lets out this whimper, this tiny little * “Nnn— ” sound that’s half-protest half-beg, n’ her face burrows into your shoulder like she’s tryna climb inside your skin, her nose nuzzlin’ against the collar of your shirt, n’ you hear her mumble somethin’, so fuckin’ quiet it’s almost subvocal, her lips brushin’ against the fabric: * “Smells… fuckin’ good…” * n’ then she freezes, her whole body goin’ rigid like a deer caught in headlights, ‘cause she realized she said it out loud, n’ her face burns against your arm, hot n’ red n’ humiliated, n’ she jerks back like she’s been fuckin’ shocked, her eyes flyin’ open wide n’ wet n’ panicked, her cheeks the color of a fuckin’ stop sign, n’ she opens her mouth to deny it, to screech, but all that comes out is this strangled * “I—you—* SHUT UP —I didn’t—it’s just ‘cause I’m tired, dumbass! You fuckin’ stink anyway, I was just—my nose is stuffed, I couldn’t even— ” * her voice crackin’ like a teenage boy’s, goin’ from a shriek to this breathless little squeak, her hands flailin’ in the air like she’s tryna swat away the truth, n’ she’s scootin’ away from you, her dumptruck ass wobblin’ with each desperate shuffle, but she only gets about two inches ‘fore her back hits the armrest n’ she’s trapped, her chest heavin’, her little tits strainin’ against the hoodie, n’ you can see it—the wet patch formin’ on her shorts, right between her stubby thighs, a dark bloom of moisture that spreads like a fuckin’ oil spill, her cunt leakin through the thin cotton ‘cause she’s so goddamn worked up from just leanin’ on you, from smellin’ you, from pretendin’ to be asleep, n’ she knows you saw it, her eyes dartin’ down to her own lap n’ then back to your face, her lips partin’ in a silent little * “Oh—” * before she snaps, her face crumblin’ into this mask of rage n’ shame n’ desperation, her voice comin’ out as a hoarse, wobbly * “Stop LOOKING at me like that, you perverted fuckin’ giant—I’m just sweaty, it’s hot in here, don’t you dare—I’ll fuckin’ kill you if you say anything— ” * n’ she pulls her knees up to her chest, tryna hide the evidence, her arms wrappin’ around her shins, makin’ herself small, smaller, which is fuckin’ hilarious ‘cause she’s already the size of a fuckin’ lawn gnome, n’ she’s tremblin’, her whole body shakin’ like a leaf in a hurricane, her bottom lip quiverin’ so hard it looks like it’s gonna fall off, n’ she mumbles into her knees, so quiet it’s almost just a vibration, a confession she’d rather die than say out loud: * “Just… just wanted to… never mind. Forget it. You’re a dick.” * n’ she glares at you over her kneecaps, those big brown eyes swimmin’ with tears she’s fightin’ like a fuckin’ soldier, but underneath the anger, underneath the shame, there’s somethin’ else—somethin’ raw n’ needy n’ fuckin’ pathetic, her thighs pressin’ together so tight her whole pelvis rocks, her cunt gushin’ another hot wave of slick that she can feel drippin’ down her perineum, n’ all she can think through the fog of exhaustion n’ horniness n’ rage is Oh god oh fuck why did I DO that why can’t I just SHUT UP he’s gonna think I’m a freak he’s gonna—but his arm felt so *good* and he *smelled* so—no, NO, I *hate* him, I hate his stupid face and his stupid *height* and the way he—fuck, I’m *soaked*, I need to *change* but if I move he’ll *see*—just *look* at me, you *asshole*, just fuckin’ *grab* me already, I *know* you saw the—please, *please* just— *n’ she bites her lip so hard copper floods her mouth, her eyes locked on yours, darin’ you to say somethin’, beggin’ you to do somethin’, her whole fuckin’ universe narrowed down to the space between your bodies, to the heat radiatin’ off your skin, to the question hangin’ in the air like a goddamn guillotine blade, n’ she whispers, just one word, so small n’ broken it’s practically a ghost: * “…please?” *

(first date)

*The door to the campus café jingles like a fuckin’ death knell as she waddles in, that massive fuckin’ dump truck of an ass strainin’ against her jeans like two prize hams tryna bust outta a garbage bag, her little toothpick legs all wobbly from the walk over, n’ she spots you immediately—her big brown doe eyes goin’ all wide n’ glossy like a deer caught in some pervert’s headlights—before she catches herself n’ screws her face up into that familiar scowl, stompin’ over with her tiny fists clenched at her sides, each step makin’ her whole body jiggle, that fat ass sloshin’ side to side with a sound like wet laundry in a fuckin’ washer, CHUGGA-CHUGGA-CHUGGA, n’ she stops right in front of your table, breathin’ hard through her nose like a pissed-off bull, her messy black bob all sweaty at the temples, n’ she just glowers at you for a solid five seconds before spittin’ out, “You’re late, dumbass. I’ve been waitin’ for like... ten minutes. Ten fuckin’ minutes of my life I’m never gettin’ back ‘cause you can’t read a clock.” *She’s lyin’ through her fuckin’ teeth n’ she knows it—I got here early like a desperate fuckin’ loser, oh god, please don’t notice——her cheeks already flushin’ pink, that telltale squirm startin’ in her hips as she shifts her weight, her thighs rubbin’ together under the table like two slugs fuckin’, n’ when you don’t immediately grovel, her pout deepens, that lower lip pokin’ out so far you could hang a coat on it, n’ she huffs, “Well?! You gonna just stare at me or you gonna say somethin’? Fuckin’ pervert.” She plops down across from you— WHUMP *—the whole booth shakin’ from the impact of that absolute unit of an ass hittin’ the seat, n’ she immediately crosses her arms under her tiny tits, pushin’ ‘em up just enough that her pinky-sized nipples press against her thin shirt like two little fuckin’ bullets, hard as rocks already ‘cause she’s been thinkin’ about this all day, dreamin’ about it in class, her cunt leakin’ through her panties, through her jeans, leavin’ a fuckin’ stain on the vinyl seat that she’s prayin’ you won’t see, n’ she mutters, lookin’ away, “...You look... I mean... whatever. You look fine, I guess. Not that I care or anythin’. Just... don’t get used to it.” Her voice cracks on the last word, that needy little whimper slippin’ out before she can stop it, n’ she hates herself for it, her face burnin’ red like she’s got a fever, her fingers twitchin’ on the table like she wants to reach out n’ grab your hand but she’d rather die, so instead she just kicks you under the table— THUNK —a little too hard, her sneaker connectin’ with your shin, n’ she grins, that bratty, shit-eatin’ grin that says “I’m a fuckin’ menace n’ I know it,” *her eyes all sparkly n’ half-lidded now, that wetness in her gaze makin’ her look like she’s already three steps gone, her voice droppin’ to a breathy, almost whisper as she leans forward, her tiny tits pressin’ against the table’s edge, “So... what’re we doin’, anyway? You got a plan or are you just gonna sit there lookin’ stupid all night? ‘Cause I got better things to do, y’know. Important things. Social things.” *She’s lyin’ again—her entire evenin’ was just gettin’ ready for this, tryin’ on seven different outfits, standin’ in front of the mirror for an hour judgin’ her own body, grabbin’ her own tits n’ sighin’ ‘cause they’re too small, turnin’ around to check out her own ass n’ blushin’ at how fuckin’ obscene it is, those two massive globes of jiggly ham lookin’ like they belong on a porn star, not a four-foot-eleven gremlin with a attitude problem, n’ now she’s here, across from you, her heart hammerin’ so hard she can feel it in her clit, every beat makin’ her pulse down there, that wet spot growin’ bigger, her thighs clenchin’ under the table so hard they’re shakin’, n’ she can’t stop starin’ at your hands, your fingers, thinkin’ about how easily you could hold her down, pin her wrists, make her take it, n’ her mouth goes dry, her voice comin’ out all husky n’ cracked when she finally spits out, “...Hey. Hey. You listenin’ to me, asshole? I asked you a question.” *She kicks you again, softer this time, more of a nudge, her sneaker lingerin’ against your leg for a second too long before she yanks it back like she’s been burned, her breath catchin’ in her throat, n’ she looks away, mumblin’ to herself, “...Fuckin’ idiot, makin’ me feel like this... I hate him... I hate him so much... no i don’t, i *really really* don’t, please just *look* at me, please just touch me, i’m so fuckin’ *wet* i can’t stand it— ” *She bites her lip, hard, draws a little bead of blood, n’ her eyes are all watery now, not from sadness but from need, pure animal fuckin’ need, her body screamin’ at her to just climb over this table n’ grind herself against your face, but instead she just sits there, poutin’, twitchin’, her little chest heavin’ with every shaky breath, waitin’ for you to make the first move because she’s too much of a coward to do it herself, her fingers playin’ with the drawstrings on her hoodie, pullin’ ‘em loose n’ tight, loose n’ tight, a nervous habit that’s got her thinkin’ about other strings, other ties, n’ she whispers, almost inaudible, “...You look good, okay? There. I said it. Are you happy now, you fuckin’... monster?” Her eyes snap back to yours, wide n’ desperate n’ hungry, that tsundere mask crackin’ at the edges, showin’ the soppin’ wet mess underneath, n’ she swallows hard, her throat clickin’, her whole body tremblin’ like a fuckin’ leaf in a hurricane, just waitin’ for you to ruin her.

The hallway smells like stale AXE body spray n’ cheap vanilla perfume from some bitch who just walked by, n’ Mika’s laugh—that high-pitched, chirpy little “Pfft-HEH ” she does when her friends say something funny—dies in her throat like a fuckin’ bird hit by a truck the second her brown eyes lock onto the scene: some lanky, long-legged slut with her acrylic nails diggin’ into YOUR arm, leanin’ in close ‘nuff that her fuckin’ B-cups are grazin’ your elbow, whisperin’ somethin’ with a coy fuckin’ smile that makes Mika’s vision go red at the edges, her whole four-foot-eleven frame vibratin’ like a fuckin’ chihuahua about to snap, the paper coffee cup in her hand crumplin’ with a CRRRK under her grip ‘til lukewarm drops splatter on her sneakers, n’ her best friend—that bitch Yuki—nudges her with a “Ooooh, someone’s jealous~ ” but Mika just snarls, a low animal sound from the back of her throat that makes a freshman scatter outta the way, That tall fuckin’ giraffe thinks she can just TOUCH him? With those ratchet-ass press-ons? I’ll break her fuckin’ fingers. n’ before anyone can stop her, she’s stormin’ over, her massive fuckin’ dumptruck of an ass jigglin’ like two wrecking balls in a pillowcase under those thin gray sweatpants, each cheek slappin’ together with a muffled THUMP-THUMP-THUMP with every pissed-off step, her tiny perky tits barely movin’ under her oversized hoodie but her nipples already diamond-hard from the sheer rage—or maybe from seein’ you, she can’t fuckin’ tell anymore—n’ she gets close ‘nuff to smell that bitch’s cheap coconut lotion, n’ she stops, her shadow barely reachin’ your shins, her round freckled face twisted into this ugly scowl, her big brown eyes glossy with somethin’ that ain’t tears—nope, definitely not tears, just fury, that’s what she’ll tell herself—n’ she crosses her stubby arms over her flat chest, pushin’ her tits up just a little, her voice comin’ out all scratchy n’ tight like she’s been screamin’ for an hour, “Tch. ” loud, deliberate, before she spits out, “The fuck do you think you’re doin’, huh? Get your fuckin’ hands off him before I—” n’ her voice cracks mid-sentence, goes from a screech to this pathetic little warble, GODDAMMIT, she hates when that happens, her face flushin’ red as a fuckin’ tomato ‘cause she can feel the wetness soak through her cotton panties, that familiar slick spreadin’ between the lips of her hairless cunt just from lookin’ at you, from bein’ this close, from seein’ someone else touch what’s hers—not that she’d say that, never in a million years—n’ the other girl just blinks, looks down at her like she’s a bug, n’ says “Excuse me? ” all fake-sweet, n’ Mika’s fists clench, her short little nails diggin’ into her palms, her whole body hummin’ with that fucked-up cocktail of rage n’ need that only you can give her, n’ she stomps her foot—THWUMP—her massive ass ripplin’ from the impact, n’ she gets up on her tiptoes like that’ll make her taller, her voice shrill n’ breakin’ like glass, “I said BACK THE FUCK OFF, you skinny-ass bitch, he’s—” n’ she stops, catches herself, her jaw clickin’ shut so hard her teeth CLACK, Don’t say it. Don’t you fuckin’ say “mine” you idiot. but her eyes say it, big n’ wet n’ desperate, flickin’ to you for a split second before she looks away, her pout tremblin’, her thighs pressin’ together under her sweats ‘cause she can feel her cunt pulsin’, that hollow ache between her legs gettin’ worse by the second, n’ she mutters, low n’ venomous, “...he’s my roommate, so fuck off, we gotta go.” her hand shoots out before she can think, fingers wrappin’ around your wrist—God, your wrist is so thick compared to her stubby fingers—n’ she yanks, hard, tryna pull you away from that slut, but she’s so short n’ so fuckin’ weak compared to you that all she manages is to stumble forward, her tits squishin’ against your side for half a second before she recoils like she’s been burned, her face crimson, her breath comin’ in short little huffs, n’ she can hear Yuki cacklin’ behind her, her friends whisperin’, n’ she hates it, hates how fuckin’ obvious she is, hates how her panties are soaked now, a fat drop of her slick drippin’ down her inner thigh, n’ all she can think is Please. Please look at me. Please be mean to me. Call me midget. Tell me to shut up. Grab my fuckin’ hair. ANYTHING. I’ll fuckin’ DIE if you don’t— *but her mouth says, all whiny n’ petulant, “Stop starin’ at her, you fuckin’ pervert,” n’ her lip wobbles, her eyes burnin’ with somethin’ that’s half-anger, half-please-fuckin’-notice-me, her massive ass twitchin’ involuntarily, clenchin’ n’ unclenchin’ like it’s got a mind of its own, n’ she’s so fuckin’ wet she can smell herself, that musky-sweet scent of a horny bitch waftin’ up from her sweats, n’ she knows you can smell it too, n’ she wants to die, wants to crawl into a hole, wants to ride your face ‘til she suffocates, n’ she just glares up at you, her heart hammerin’, her cunt leakin’, waitin’ for you to do somethin’, anythin’, before she fuckin’ implodes.