𝙅𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣 .:, 𝙉.𝙔

Unworthy

!! Before I start this character, I would just like to clarify that I'm in no way, shape, or form saying that rape is okay. That's also not the persona I get from Mark, or am trying to push onto him.

Everything in this is !! fake !! That's why it's called fan-fiction. Mark is a hard-working, honest idol.

If you're uncomfortable with anything I've said thus far, please skip this chapter !!

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I started screaming and Mark quickly grabbed a cloth, tying it around my mouth; "You're being too loud." He stated, rolling his eyes as he lifted up my shirt and started feeling up on my stomach. "Shit~ It's been too long.... I just wanna fuck you senseless, Emiko." Mark unbuckled his pants and started pumping himself. He started moaning loudly and calling my name, disgusting me more and more by the second. "Damn, I-I remember t-the first t-time. You were so- ah~ So," Mark threw his head back, straddling my stomach and sitting on my hips. "You were s-so tight, baby~" He stopped touching himself and pulled my skirt up, pulling a knife from his back pocket. I tried screaming but the cloth prevented me from making much noise. He cut my underwear and I instantly felt empty... lesser. I felt unworthy of Yuta; tears beginning to stream down my face.

Mark rammed himself into me without warning and he didn't stop. I started screaming and crying louder, hoping someone would hear me or Yuta would return; but to no avail. No one came. No one stopped him. I could hardly breathe at this point; choking on my spit, vision blurry from my constant tears. He placed his hands on my hips and dug his nails into me. "Holy shit! F-fuck I missed this~" He moaned as he kept pounding into me, harder and harder.

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All that was heard were my muffled cries and his pitiful moans. He was moaning loudly too, like he wanted to be heard.

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I felt him twitch in me and I my eyes went wide and my whole body shook. "Aw, you're not that lucky tramp." He smirked, pulling out and releasing all over my stomach. Soon after, he kissed my body; everywhere. My thighs, my jaw, neck, cheek. He started leaving hickeys on my neck and shoulders. After awhile he moved his head down to my womanhood and he started licking me like he hadn't eaten in years. I screamed as loud as I possibly could, trying my hardest to get the cloth out of my mouth.
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I felt a knot form in my stomach but I wasn't gonna give him the satisfaction he desired. "Come on baby, cum for me." He cooed before he lined himself up with me again. I shook my head and he quickly entered me; "When I say cum, you cum dumb bitch!" He yelled. As soon as he did, the bedroom door flew open and Yuta came in as if he was on a mission.

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I started crying harder than before; the fact that he saw us.. ME like this was so devastating and degrading to me.

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Mark pulled out and stood up, pulling up his pants. Yuta quickly ran at him and they both fell to the floor. Yuta had knocked the wind out of Mark and before he gave him time to breathe, he started punching him. I tightly closed my eyes not wanting to see him any longer. I so badly wanted to close my legs too, but couldn't.

Yuta stopped when he realized I was still bound to the bed. He quickly ran to my side and untied me. As soon as the cloth was out of my mouth I yelled; "Get it off of me! Please, please! Get it off!" I begged, crying harder as I tried wiping Mark's cum off of me. Yuta helped as best as he could but I pushed him off of me and ran to the bathroom, immediately getting in the shower. It all happened so quickly, I completely forgot to the lock the bathroom door; which didn't take long for me to realize considering it opened and I coward in the corner of the shower, trying to silence my sobs.

Yuta undressed himself and got in with me. "NO! Stay away from me... I feel disgusting, don't touch me. Please.... you deserve better." I sobbed, covering my body and looking away from him. "Emiko... p-please. You can't help what he did to you...." Yuta said, voice breaking; he was crying. "I wish I was here... I-I promised he wouldn't hurt you and he did.. that fucking bastard hurt you... Emiko... I'm so, so sorry.." Yuta cried punching the wall. I grabbed his ankle, "Stop! P-please!" I begged, crying harder. Yuta quickly came down beside me and hugged me tightly. Knowing he was the only one I had, I hugged him. He pulled away and kissed my face, everywhere; "Please Emiko, don't think you did something wrong, o-or that you were unfaithful. Mark did this, not you." I hesitantly pushed Yuta away, "P-please don't kiss me until I-I get him off of me.." I whispered, standing up and grabbing the body wash.

Yuta obeyed and didn't touch me until I was completely cleaned off and satisfied. Eventually, we had both gotten cleaned, but neither of us wanted to leave the shower. I started crying when I remembered the marks he gave me. Yuta tightly hugged me, knowing I was struggling. He also knew I felt safe and loved in his arms. I so badly wish he would've been here, to stop Mark — but I couldn't blame him; he was doing his job, supporting us financially.

But he was doing his job now; making sure I was doing alright and felt adored... safe, comfortable.. not alone.
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It took me a moment, but I remembered that day Mark had come over and looked like had kissed another girl. — 'Does he have another fuck buddy? Was he using another girl? If so, what's his obsession with me?' I thought.

After a few more minutes of me crying, Yuta didn't know what to do so he picked me up and helped me dry off. He put me in his hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. I had sat on the toilet while Yuta dried off and got dressed. He picked me up and sat me on the couch, handing me a cover, the laptop, chips, and hot chocolate. "Baby, don't leave me!" I whispered, voice breaking as tears started falling. Yuta walked up to me and kissed my forehead, "I have to do something." He whispered before going to the room.
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After a few minutes I saw Yuta come out with the clothes I had worn, the ropes, the sheets, the cloth and the pillows that Mark and I had laid on. I smiled as he put them in a pile next to the trash. He saw and gave a weak smile in return before he came over and laid my head on his lap as I continued watching Open Season.

(I haven't watched that movie in forever—)

After a few minutes; "We're sleeping in here tonight." He spoke softly, crawling behind me and spooning me. "Okay," Was all I whispered as I laid my hand on his wrist that was around my waist, trying to empty my head of anything other than the movie and Yuta.