Showtime

Fuuto's Ending

Warning: This chapter is rated M and it contains LEMON/SMUT

Ema couldn't sleep that night. She kept flipping from side of side in her bed, she knew she had to pick, but she was terrified of hurting the other's feelings.

Her phone vibrates, putting her out of her misery, she picks up her phone. She notices she had received a message from Fuuto. It reads: "I have a concert tomorrow night at 8. It will be the last concert of my tour, if you came, it would mean everything to me." It would... mean everything to him? Ema stares at the message for what seemed like an eternity. She knew what it would mean if she showed up, it scared her, but she also knew how she felt, and how she felt was real.

I want Fuuto.

Ema entered the arena, unsure of what to expect. With a VIP pass around her neck, she made her way towards the stage. She was standing at the very front row. She began to grow nervous as the crowd grew larger and larger and larger. She took a deep breath, and suddenly music began to play. Colorful spotlights shined through the arena, the crowd began to cheer. There was a light layer of smoke on stage, a platform rose and there he was: Fuuto, dressed in a flashy all white ensemble. The girls in the crowd began to scream. Fuuto stepped down from the platform and began performing his first song.

The song ends, and the crowd cheers.

Fuuto says brightly: "Thank you all for coming to the show! I'm Fuuto Asakura! Let's keep this energy up the whole night!"

The sea girls scream. In the heat of the moment, Ema shouts: "I LOVE YOU, FUUTO!"

Fuuto's head whips towards Ema, his eyes grew wide. But his shocked expression soon turns into a smirk. "I LOVE YOU TOO!," he shouts.

He runs towards the edge of the stage and kneels down. Ema reaches up for a hug, but Fuuto presses his lips against hers instead. Is he... kissing me? Here? The crowd goes wild. Ema's breath hitches in shock, but she soon kisses him back. The kiss only lasted about five second, but they were the longest five seconds of her life: this kiss was passionate, raw and sensual, they were so lost in the kiss, they couldn't even hear the sound of the screaming fan girls behind them.

Fuuto pulls away, he winks at her, before going on with the show. Ema grinned like an idiot until the end of the performance. She could feel the jealous glares from the girls behind her, but she didn't care.

"Come backstage, I want to see you," Fuuto texts Ema. Ema makes her way to Fuuto's dressing room. When she reaches the door, she suddenly felt a wave of nerves hitting her.

She takes a deep breath. But before she could open the door, it swings open, Fuuto grabs her arm and pulls her in.

Ema gasps: "Fuuto!" He slams the door behind them and pushes her onto the couch. He gets on all fours in on top of her and kisses her. Ema reaches around his neck, running her fingers through his now messy, wet hair. He was a sweaty mess after that 75 minute show, but she didn't care, nor did he. She pulls him closer, she feels him smirk against her lips. Fuuto's tongue escapes his mouth, Ema moans, allowing it to slip in.

Fuuto's hand travels under Ema's shirt, he squeezes her breast. The kiss deepens. Fuuto begins to roll his hips against hers, causing her to whimper. "F-Fuuto... P-please more...," she begs, bucking her hips to meet his. He tears off his white leather jacket, and pulls his white tank top over his head, carelessly throwing them a across the room. He helps Ema out of her shirt, she wiggles out of her skinny jeans. His kisses slowly travel town her lips, to her jaw, down her neck, to her collarbone, leaving love marks along the way. Ema whimpers. He chuckles and pulls down her bra, revealing her perky breast and hard nipples. His mouth latches onto one of them, earning a loud moan from her. With one hand, he massages her other breast, and with the other, he softly rubs her clothed pussy.

Ema was a moaning mess, and he loved watching her unravel in front of his eyes. He pushes her panties aside and rubs her clit. "Mmm so wet already, do I turn you on that much, Nee-san?," Fuuto husks. Ema only whispers in respond. Fuuto chuckles and inserts two fingers inside of her, softly stretching her walls. He nuzzles his face into her neck. "Fuck Nee-san, you're so fucking tight..." His cock twitches in anticipation, he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to hold back.

Ema moans and wiggles her hips. Fuuto takes it as a sign and begins to pump his fingers in and out of her. He gradually quickens the paste, Ema whimpers. "Do you want my cock?," Fuuto husks, "Beg for it."

"P-please Master, I want your cock inside of me...," Ema pleads. Fuuto smirks and unbuttons his white jeans. He pulls down the fly and kicks the pants off of him. He pulls down his boxers, allowing his erection to spring up and slap his toned abs. Ema gulps. He's so big...

Fuuto chuckles and kisses her softly. "Don't worry I'll be gentle," he cooes. Ema takes a deep breath, he positions himself at her entrance. "For now, at least," he smirks.

Before Ema could protest, he pushes himself into her, causing her to cry out. Fuuto hisses loudly, Ema whimpers in pain. "Argh, fuck!," he cusses. He leans down towards the trembling girl and places comforting kisses down her neck and jaw area.

The pain soon fades away. "Y-you can move now...," Ema says. Fuuto nods and begins to slowly thrust into her, Ema moans softly. The feeling of Fuuto stretching her was overwhelming.

"Ai shiteru, Ema," he breathes.

He starts to thrust faster and faster into, Ema moans loudly, racking her nails into his back. Tears of pleasure stream down her face. "F-Fuuto, I'm coming...," she whimpers. Fuuto pulls away from her and grabs her hips. That is sure to leave a mark tomorrow. He pulls out of her, only leaving the tip in, before slamming back into her with all of his force. Ema cries out, reaching her high. Fuuto releases an animalistic growl, as he released his load deep inside of her.

They catch their breath, he pulls out of her and collapses on top of her, his face resting on her chest. They pant like dogs. "Are you okay?," Fuuto asks, feeling worried he might've been too rough with her.

"I'm wonderful," Ema reassures. Fuuto smiles softly and kisses her.

"You sure are," he says, "I love you."

Ema blushes and says: "I love you too, Fuuto."

Fuuto chuckles: "I know."

Flashforward (Five years later)

Ema and Fuuto were cuddling after they had just made love. Fuuto was spooning Ema, his arm wrapped around her waist, his face nuzzled into her neck. His hand begins to softly rub her stomach.

"Don't tell me you're already up for round two," Ema giggles, feeling completely warn out.

"Always, babe," he says, kissing her cheek. Ema giggles.

Suddenly, a loud cry is heard from the other room. Fuuto jumps up and slips on his sweatpants. He runs towards the cry. He swings open the nursery room door and sees his baby girl crying.

"Shh, it's okay," he cooes, as he approaches the infant. He picks her up and rocks her in his arms. He hums one of his old songs, in an attempt to soothe her. Within a couple minutes, the baby, whom they'd named Aoi, fell back to sleep.

But before she drifted off into dream land, she mumbles: "Daddy." Fuuto smiles, it was her first word. He knew she was going to be a daddy's girl.

He places her back into her crib and says: "No boys until you're 30, and especially no boys like me." He chuckles and makes his way back to his beloved fiancé.