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🍞: I have a surprise for you!!! Come back to your dorm! (12:30pm)
Madara re read the message one last time before unlocking his dorm room door and entering “Mitsuru?” He called out, looking around and finding the room completely empty. Ding!
🍞: sit on ur bed, and close your eyes :3! (1:14pm)
“Ah mama sees” madara said with a smile, slipping his shoes off before making his way over to his bed and covering his eyes with his hands “alright, mamas ready to be surprised” his voice was bright, hearing his closet open with a sweet childlike giggle. “aaaaalllright! open your eyes mikejima-senpai!” Mitsurus voice was cheery as always, Madara removing his hands and taking a good look over of Mitsuru
Cold. Ice. Cold. Washed over his body
Mitsuru was wearing her dress.
The beautiful white dress maguro always wore to important functions. the one from the Polaroid. “Where did you get that.” His voice was thin, serious, eyes locked on Mitsuru face. “Guu-chan gave it to me! She said it would make you happy!” Mitsuru said innocently, giving Madara a little spin. “D-did she now.” Madara was losing his grip, wiping his clammy hands on his jeans. “Mhm! I visited her today! She’s doing better!” Mitsuru came closer, Madara could smell maguros perfume on him. “Tha-a-ats good” he couldn’t focus, his dick hardening in his pants as his fantasies replayed in his mind. “Mhm!! I dunno why guu-chan said this would make you happy? It’s just some silly dress!”
“It’s her event dress” Madara never noticed it before, but Mitsuru had a similar sized chest to his sister, I fact, his body was eerily similar to hers. It was no secret that Mitsuru was trans, having opened up to his senior about it during a club meeting. “Woaaaahhhh event dress?! What kinds of events!! Are they fun” Mitsuru was bouncing on his feet, Madara eyes glued to the way his tits bounced. “It’s for religious events.”
“Woaaahhhhhh!! Really! What kinds! I wanna know!” Mitsuru gripped Madara shoulders, face much to close to his. “D-do you want me to show you?” Madara isn’t thinking straight, his brain only seeing his baby sister in front of him. “Yes!” Madaras morals left him, gripping mitsurus waist and throwing him onto the bed behind him, immediately climbing over him and pinning him beneath him.
“M-mike-senpai?” Mitsurus voice was a little nervous, not liking the way Madara was looking down at him. “You trust me don’t you?” He asked, pressing his knee between the little boys legs. Of course Mitsuru trusted him, Madara was his beloved senpai! Who always cared for him and helped him when he needed! “Of course I do!” Mitsuru whined feeling madaras knees against his sensitive crotch, what was Madara gonna do to him? Madara only hummed, bringing his face down to press his lips with Mitsurus, Mitsuru not questioning anything anymore as he kissed back. Whining a little when Madara licked his lip, asking for access.
Madaras eyes widened when he tasted the peach lipgloss on Mitsurus lips, pushing his tongue into the small boys mouth and completely dominating it, strong hands forcing Mitsurus legs apart, the young boys crotch gliding up Madaras thigh. Mitsuru didn’t understand how this was a religious event, did guu-chan do these things? Was this a normal thing for her religion? Mitsuru cried out as his clit rubbed against Madara Denim jeans, pulling away from the deep kiss to pant. “M-mike-Senpai?” He asked, not even sure what he was asking for. “Call me onii-chan” is all Madara said, moving his lips down to Mitsurus neck, smelling maguros perfume more strongly on his neck. Maguro was smart, she knew about madaras dirty love for her, she knew sending Mitsuru to him like this would work him up. Anything to get him, to hurt him. Such a smart girl.
“O-onii-chan” Mitsuru whined out, gasping as he felt Madara bite his neck, “good girl” Madara praised, letting go of Mitsurus thighs in favor of gripping his waist as he marked up the young boys neck. Mitsuru ignored how his heart ached at being called a ‘good girl’, Madara has always affirmed him, always told him he was extremely masculine and the cutest boy ever, so surely he didn’t mean too..right? Madaras hands moved away from Mitsurus waist, grabbing ahold of the skirt of his little sisters dress and flipping it up, pulling away from the boys neck to peak at his panties.
He was wearing maguros, wearing the pair Madara had wanted to steal a million times but never could bring himself to do so.
It was a baby blue and white striped pair, with cute little bees and flowers printed on the fabric, soft lace sewn onto the leg and torso holes, with a small white bow in the middle. They were perfect, and looked amazing on maguro Everytime Madara had seen em (incredibly rare, but he cherished Everytime he got to see them). “You wore these just for me didn’t you? Such a dirty little girl, teasing your onii-chan like this” one of madaras hands releasing Mitsurus thigh to trail his finger tips up Mitsuru clothed pussy, feeling the wetness starting to pool there. “I-I’m not! Mmnnhhh~” Mitsuru couldn’t get his complaints out, gripping madaras bed sheets as the older man rubbed at his clit through guu-chans panties. “Not what? A little tease? A total slut magu-chan?” Madara was long gone, it wasn’t Mitsuru under him no more, no no, this was his beloved little sister, his sweet beautiful little sister, maguro.
Mitsuru could feel tears falling from his eyes from his senpais words, letting him touch him because he knew he would not be able to fight him off. Mitsuru was strong, but not stronger than Madara, he’d learned this a million times after sparring with the older man. “Aww don’t cry baby, your onii-chan is here” Madara said in a sweeter tone, giving Mitsuru another kiss to calm the boy, his fingers pulling the crotch of Mitsurus to the side so he could rub them between his soaked folds. Mitsuru whined, simply letting Madara push his tongue back into his mouth, letting him feel ever molar and inch of his mouth. He felt gross, felt violated, but there really wasn’t anything he could do as madaras fingers entered him, poking and prodding around his cunt.
“See magu-chan? Doesn’t that feel good? Don’t you like when your onii-chan touches you like this?” Madara asked as he pulled away from the Kiss, mind reeling seeing the drool covering his sweet baby sis’s chin and lips. “Y-yes onii-chan” Mitsuru lied, he hated this, he wanted out of this situation, but he didn’t want Madara to get angry, to do worse to him. This wasn’t the Madara mikejima he knew, the mike-senpai he loved and adored, no no, this was someone else, it had to be. Mitsuru moaned out as Madara added another finger into him, the hand holding his other thigh open coming up and pulling his tits out of the dress maguro lent him. He was wearing the matching bra Madara just laughed, bring his face down to bite at Mitsurus tit, cuteness aggression. “Agh!” Mitsuru yelped out in pain, writhing and squirming under Madara as he left more harsh bites on the skin he could reach. “Damn slut.” Madara spat, roughly pulling the bra the boy wore under his tits so he could bite and suck at one of his nipples, his fingers pumping in and out of his absolutely drenched cunt. “You make me a bad man maguro, you know damn well what you’re doing to me” madara was taking it out on Mitsuru, part of his brain telling him to stop, to be nicer, to be gentler with the small boy.
However the other part of his brain didn’t care, he needed this, he wanted this, he deserved this. Pulling his fingers out of Mitsurus cunt to rub at the bulge in his jeans, groaning as he stood from the bed to remove his pants and boxers. Mitsuru could of ran, could of left and gotten help, but he was too scared to move. He just laid there, legs spread, cunt aching, wanting more, more attention, more pleasure. Maybe he did want this, his body wouldn’t react this way if he didn’t right? He was wet, his clit was twitching, so surely he wanted this.
“Good girl.” Madara praised him for not running away, crawling back over him and rubbing his tip between his soaked folds. “You want onii-chans dick don’t you magu-chan? You want your onii-Chan to fuck you?” Madara didn’t really care what Mitsuru wanted right now, pushing his cock in before Mitsuru said anything. The small boy cried out, arching his back as the older man forced his cock into him, he wasn’t really stretched properly, stretched long enough for this not too hurt, for him not to tear. His tears came back, hiccuping as madaras cock was fully in him. “I-it hurts onii- *hic*- chan!” Mitsurus cried out, breathing heavily from the pain.
“I know magu-chan, you’re such a good girl for me” madara slowly pulled out “it’ll feel good soon baby” seeing the blood coating his cock in a thin layer. He was taking his virginity. “You’re so lucky maguro, you have someone who loves you taking your virginity” that’s right, Mitsuru only cried harder, realizing that he’d lost his virginity to an evil version of Madara.
Madara was only turned on more by Mitsurus crying, pulling out half way before pushing back in quite roughly, enjoying the noise it punched out of the small boy, enjoying the way his whole body moved forward. It hurt, it hurt so much, so much that Mitsuru couldn’t speak, he only cried, gripping the bed sheets so tight his knuckles were white, his body shook as Madara set a rough pace, listening to the older man moan out from how tight Mitsuru was. “Mmmm you’re squeezing me so tight magu-chan, you love your onii-chains cock don’t you?” He asked, hands forcing Mitsurus thighs back open as they started to close.
No! No please stop! Was all that ran through Mitsurus head, but he knew he couldn’t say that, he could barely speak, really only sobbing and moaning as he was fucked. “Mmm you sound like you love it, oni-chan loves your pussy magu-chan, it’s so warm and it feels amazzinngggg” Madara praised as he went back to Mitsurus neck, sucking more hickeys into his skin as he moved down his neck and to his chest. This was amazing, Madara was finally able to get all his dirty fantasies out, one hand coming off Mitsurus thigh to rub at his clit, shivering at the depraved moan that left the poor boys lips. Madara was so thankful his little sister made him wear this dress, he honestly wonders if maguro knew this was how he was gonna react. Knew that Madara could not control himself, she wasn’t as innocent as she played herself to be sometimes, after all, she was his sister, sharing dna with a monster.
Mitsuru desperately tried to convince himself this wasn’t that bad, that he’d always wanted to lose his virginity to Madara. it wasn’t a lie, he does have a crush on his senpai, that’s why he listened to maguro, putting on her dress and panties and bra, wearing her perfume and lip gloss and mascara, mascara that was now running down his face as he cried, snot entering his mouth but that was the last of his concerns right now. He always thought Madara would be gentle, would be caring like the motherly persona he had picked up. That he’d hold him close and go slow, wanting Mitsuru to feel pleasure first before he even got his cock out. It’s what Mitsuru fantasized about, what he got himself off too, he never needed porn or anything when he was thinking about Madara. This was far off from his fantasies though, Mikejima-senpai was rough, was biting him, pushing his cock into him with very little prep, gripping his thighs hard enough to leave bruises.
He hated this, his mind did, but his body seemingly loved it with the way it was clenching onto the older man’s cock, the way his clit begged for more anytime madaras fingers slowed on it, the way his body heated and the way his orgasm began to creep up on him. So really, how bad could it be? His brain so desperately tried to make the situation better than what it was, until everything just stopped, the thrusting, the rubbing on his clit, the sucking and biting on his chest all of it just stopped.
Mitsuru watching as Madara effortlessly moved his legs in front of his body, pressing his knees to his shoulders.
And the it started again, only this time, a new feeling was added into the mix as madaras tip hit something deep inside Mitsuru, something the little boy was never able to hit when he fingered himself, ripping a scream from his throat that would surely leave his voice sore at tomorrows practice. Madara just laughed “you like that magu-chan? That’s your g-spot baby” he informed, hitting it over and over again as he loomed over his baby sister, folding her in half essentially as he rammed in and out of her. Mitsurus moans were mostly screams, screwing his eyes shut as his orgasm came faster and faster to him, it was all too much, to much pain, to much pleasure. Everything was hot, was wet, it was overwhelming as his chest heaved. “C-close” was the only words he was able to get out.
“You’re close magu-chan? Onii-chains gonna cum with you” madara himself was close, the power trip was too much, his cock twitched and swelled inside of Mitsuru. “I’m gonna cum inside that pretty pussy of yours magu-chan, you’re gonna love it” Mitsuru felt ice wash over his body, no, no! “N-no! Pl-lease no!” He begged, he couldn’t cry anymore, voice horse and sour from screaming. Madara didn’t listen, bringing his fingers back to Mitsurus clit, only needing to rub it for a minute before Mitsuru came all over his cock. A silent scream escaping the poor boys throat, head thrown back as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, having the most intense orgasm of his life.
Madara wasn’t too far behind, cumming immediately after as Mitsurus cunt squeezed him hard enough to almost hurt, filling Mitsurus violated cunt to the brim. Mitsuru honestly felt empty, felt drained, laying there as he let Madara fill him, he didn’t even feel like he was in his body. “Mmm such a good girl, you did so well” Madara praised as panted, letting go of the brown haired boys legs, watching them fall to the side. “Onii-chains so proud of you magu-chan” Mitsuru whined as Madara pulled out of his abused cunt, feeling madaras load leak out of him and onto guu-chains dress.
Madara felt high seeing the blood and cum staining maguros white dress, it was beautiful, maguro was beautiful, mitsuru was beautiful was the last thought he had before pure guilt came over him, finally coming to his senses. “You did so well mitsuru, I’m so proud of you” he praised again, pressing gentle kisses to the boys face “you wanted this, right? That’s what you wanted to surprise me with” he knew this was manipulation, he didn’t care, he needed mitsuru to not hate him right now. “Guu-chan would be so happy”
“She would?” Mitsuru said, his brain latching onto the idea of maguros happy smiling face. “Mhm, you did amazing, took it like a real man” a real man, mitsuru was a real man. A smile creeping on Mitsurus face, he was a real man, he did so well, guu-chan would be so happy