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Fuuto's Deal

Summary:

With several brothers competing for her attention, Ema is offered an escape...for a price.

Notes:

TW: Emotional abuse, gaslighting, victim blaming- basically the foreplay in a rape fantasy (no explicit sexual content)

Also, Ema's 17 and Fuuto's 15

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           “This is your fault, Nee-san. Flitting about us brothers…how many will you need dancing to your tune before you’re satisfied?”

 

            “Th-that’s not—”

 

            Ema’s words were cut off by Futo’s finger on her mouth as he held her even more tightly. Every part of her felt crushed, both by his strong arms and by his scathing words. Words that confirmed her fear: she was to blame for the strange conflicts among her new brothers.

 

            “Take responsibility for what you’ve caused, Nee-san. That’s the only way this conflict will end.”

 

            “T-take responsibility…how?” Her words came out in broken whispers against the finger still on her mouth.

 

            She felt Futo’s warm breath on the nape of her neck as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Make a choice. Choose one of the brothers you’ve wound up and the rest will give up.”

 

            Ema flinched. She thought of each of her new brothers, siblings she’d always wanted. Yes, some of them had been acting a little…not brotherly toward her, but she’d kept hoping they could be a proper family once they all got used to each other. But was that wrong? But was Futo’s suggestion really the only way?

 

            “Futo-kun, I really just want to be a family with everyone. Do you really think I could do that if I started dating one of my brothers? Wouldn’t the others resent me? And whoever I chose…I’d just be using them, right? How could I play with someone’s feelings like that?”

 

            She thought she heard a soft gasp, and maybe she felt Futo’s grip on her falter just a little. But a second later, all was as though that had never happened. And Futo’s lips were back on her ear.

 

            “Hmmmmm, I guess I’ll just have to solve your problem…by making you mine.” His sharp costume fangs pierced Ema’s neck, causing an explosion of pain. But as quickly as it had started, it was over, and her wounded skin was caressed by soft, surprisingly gentle lips. A tingling sensation radiated from the point where her bitten, sensitive flesh met Futo’s kisses. She felt lightheaded and weak; her legs began to buckle under her. As she slowly fell, Futo stayed clasped to her.

 

            “I won’t declare my love for you or anything of the sort,” Futo whispered huskily into her neck. “What I like, I take. But that solves a problem for you, doesn’t it?”

 

            “W-what—”

 

            Suddenly, Futo was no longer grasping her from behind. Instead, his hands were on her shoulders, and he was pushing her down as he climbed over her. Only her arms outstretched behind her prevented her from being forced down on her back.

 

            “You’re so worried about ‘playing with someone’s feelings,’ but you can’t break my heart if I never give it to you, right?”

 

            “Y-you mean…you don’t….”

 

            “Disappointed?” His eyes flashed mirthfully, and Ema’s breath caught in her throat. “All my brothers are such saps, being made fools of by someone like you. But I won’t be a fool. I won’t belong to you like they would. Instead, you’ll belong to me.” Ema’s body gave an involuntary shiver of fear, embarrassment, and probably a million other feelings that would take too long to sort.

 

            All the while, Futo leaned closer over her. “It’s the perfect contract, isn’t it? I protect you from my brothers, and in return….” He chuckled darkly as his fingers laced themselves around Ema’s face. “I’ll have my way with you.” His face was so close, his lips hovering over hers. Ema’s heart raced.

 

            Futo’s plan made some degree of sense. And if she did have to ‘pick someone,’ she’d rather it be someone who wouldn’t get hurt. But would the others accept it? Would this really help them be a family? But could they be a family now, with several brothers hoping for things she could never imagine giving?

 

            “Y-you really think this will work?”

            “I think this is your best chance.” He tilted Ema’s face up toward his own. “Use me, Ema.” They were so close now that she was breathing in his whispers. “And I’ll use you.”

 

            His lips were so close that she hadn’t realized she’d hesitantly touched them until it was done. And then he was descending on her, pinning her to the floor, his hands roaming her arms, her neck, her face, her hair, as his tongue forced its way into her mouth. Ema couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, and strangely, couldn’t think to stop this. Fuuto was consuming all of her, and Ema should’ve hated that. But she…didn’t?

 

            Fuuto pulled away, and Ema gave an involuntary whimper. She tried to choke it back, but it was too late; his smirk told her he’d noticed.

 

            “Hey, Nee-san, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like this.” Did she like this? Was that why she wasn’t stopping him? She grew warm with shame, and shut her eyes tightly in a futile attempt to block the feeling out.

 

            “Don’t worry, Nee-san,” Fuuto whispered, so close to her ear she could feel his lips. “I’ll make you like it much, much more.” And then he began to nip and kiss at her ear, her chin, her neck, until Ema had to admit that yes, she liked this.

 

            But when she realized he’d unbuttoned her shirt and lips were trailing further toward her chest, she froze. “Fuuto-kun, not…not there….”

 

            “Hmm?” He looked up at her with a scowl. “Hey, I don’t think you understand your situation here. You’re mine now. So I will.” He kissed her under her ear, and Ema’s body tingled once again. “Touch.” He kissed slightly lower on her neck. “Every.” Her chin. “Inch.” Collarbone. “Of your body.” He kissed where the rift between her breasts began, and though it was wrong, her body screamed for more. “But don’t worry,” he murmured as he continued to kiss her. “I’ll make you like it.”