…1…
I'm sitting on the couch, reading a book, when the doorbell rings. I glance at my wall clock. It's 7:30 am and the sun has just risen over the horizon. Who the hell is at my door this early? I shouldn't even be up right now. I contemplate ignoring whoever's at the door, but manners take over and I toss my book on the coffee table and head for the door and open it.
"Good morning, Kagome," Jugo greets me politely. He barely fits in the doorframe and had to lean over slightly to look at me. His orange hair and eyes catch the glint of the early sun.
"Oh. Morning Jugo," I reply, my irritation settling some. Jugo is a really sweet guy, one of the sweetest I know. He's a senior in high school, same as me, though he looks like he's about twenty instead of just eighteen. "What's up?"
"I'm sorry for bothering you so early," Jugo almost bows. "I just came to check on you. You haven't been at school lately and I was getting worried,"
He's right; I haven't gone to school in more than a week. I'd gotten sick with a bit of a stomach bug so I stayed home until I felt better, which, honestly, was two days ago but sometimes you just needed some time off, you know? I don't skip often, but when I do it's because I really need a break.
"Uh, yeah, I've been sick for a few days. Stomach bug," I explain. Jugo studies me for a moment with those kind eyes of his.
"Really? Are you feeling better? You look okay," He lifts a gentle hand to my cheek as if to measure my temperature, his large fingers just barely grazing the sensitive skin there. I feel myself blush and none too smoothly jerk back, stepping out of the doorway.
"C-come in," I stammer and hold the door open for him. He steps inside, looking large and out of place in my living room. He's wearing an almost tight fitting black shirt that shows off his muscular frame, as do his dark jeans. I guess being Jugo's size could make it difficult to find clothes that fit the right way.
"Can I get you something? Tea? Water? Milk?" I ask as I mill about my kitchen like an idiot.
"No, thank you," He declines kindly before saying, "You look pretty today," He gestures to my black and white skull tulle dress, black combat boots and black sheer tights.
I redden at his sudden compliment. "Oh, uh, thank you," I've always secretly had a crush on Jugo. He's so tall and strong looking, not to mention kind. Though, he does have a bit of a rep at school for being extremely violent when provoked too much, but that's anybody, right? Right?...
"Is it new? I've never seen you wear it around school before." Jugo observes. He's never seen me wear it? Does that mean he actually pays attention to me? Really? I mean just the fact that he's here means he even knows I'm alive. He was worried about me. Worried about me! I force down the giddy squeal that builds up in my throat and try to act cool.
"Yeah, I just got it." I tell him and sit down at the kitchen table, awkwardly. "I'm surprised you noticed." I admit.
"Of course I noticed. I always notice you—" But he cuts himself off before he can finish his sentence. He looks into my eyes with a conflicted expression on his face.
"You always notice me?" Hope leaks into my voice at his words. Jugo shifts from foot to foot in an uncomfortable way.
"Ah, yes…" He looks away and sits in front of me at the table. Before I can ask another question, he interrupts me. "You know, I think I'd like some water,"
I stand and pour him a cup of water from the sink and he sips it, still not looking at me. Ugh, he's so damn cute and handsome. I can't believe he's actually here, in my house, talking to me.
"So, I brought you the work you've been missing in class," Jugo announces as he pulls some papers out of his black backpack. He places the large stack of papers on the table and I groan, slamming my head down on the table.
Jugo jumps, startled. "What's the matter, Kagome?"
"Oh, nothing, I just hate school, is all." I admit truthfully. School fucking sucks. I see no point in it at all. I get up from the table, grapping the papers. "Come on upstairs," I lead him up the steps to my bedroom. He stands near the door and looks around at my walls, which are covered in macabre and depressing paintings, drawings, and pictures I've made.
"You're quit the artist," Jugo comments. "You're really good." He examines one of my latest works: a charcoal drawing of a fallen angel. "I like this one."
I blush with embarrassment. "Thanks," I chuck the papers on my already cluttered desk before flopping on the edge of my bed. Jugo shuffles through the other papers on the desk, absent mindedly cleaning and rearranging them neatly before picking up a sheet. It's an old math test with a big red D on the front.
"Not so good at math, huh?" He asks politely.
"Nope."
"I could help you," Jugo offers. "I'm doing okay in math."
Okay? Just okay? Jugo is the top student in our math class and is passing with, like, a 112%.
"Really?" I really do need help in math; I have a 64% and if I don't pass, I won't be able to graduate this year. "That would be great! You don't know how much that would help me,"
"Yes, I could tutor you after school, or maybe during lunch, if that's alright," He suggests. I literally almost start crying out of joy. I've tried everything to get my grade up, but math is just not my thing. It just doesn't click, you know?
"Thanks, Jugo!" Before I know what I'm doing, I slam myself into his solid chest and pull him into an embrace that surprises both of us. A strangled sound catches itself in his throat and for a few moments, I stand there, astonished at what I just did. I'm hugging Jugo. I am not supposed to hug Jugo. What is my damage?!
I wait for him to push me away, to tell me what a total creep I am and storm out of my house, but he never does. Instead, to my surprise, he tentatively lifts his large arms and wraps them around me, holding me close. My breath catches as my lungs forget how to function. Jugo is hugging me. No, he's holding me. No, "holding" doesn't do this moment justice. Jugo is caressing me. He's so warm and solid and everything I ever imagined he'd be. I hold on to him like my life depends on it and he returns my embrace. For a moment, he squeezes so hard I feel like he'll break me, but he notices and loosens his arms just enough for me to let in the breaths that won't come.
Curious to see his expression, I turn my head to look up at him. His eyes are full of gentleness and caring and…something else. Something that looks like longing. It's so clear on his face that I can't help but grow hazy with the same feeling.
"Jugo," Without warning, but with warm gentleness, Jugo lifts my chin up and brings his lips to mine, not too hard, just more of a brush of flush skin. His lips are soft and match his gentle demeanor and taste so sweet. His scent envelopes me and I can no longer think straight. I feel myself jerk in surprise, but he doesn't push anymore, waiting for me to calm. His eyes are half closed and they peer at me patiently. I move forward, standing on my toes to get to his lips and continue our kiss. Jugo cups my face in one of his broad hands and runs his fingers through a bright purple streak in my wavy black hair.
He takes charge from there, leading me until the kiss hardens, but still keeps it slow. We explore each other's lips, seeing what the other likes and what they don't through body language alone. I part my lips and he carefully slides his tongue in the welcoming entrance, his taste nearly knocking me off my feet. He plays with my tongue in a way that seems like he's done this before, or that he's a natural. Meanwhile, Jugo's hands explore the rest of my body, running over my arms, my waist, my hips, before gentle cupping my ass. A shuddered breath shakes from between my lips at the sensation.
That's all he needs to quicken the kiss until we are desperately pressing our lips and tongues together, melding our body to each other as our hands greedily explore places we never imagined touching. Jugo pants hard and I feel his teeth nip and tug at my bottom lip. He does this over and over, increasing his pressure until it hurts. I jump and whimper, causing him to rip his lips from mine in a reluctant way. His head is bent downward, brow furrowed as he pants, still holding me shakily.
"I can't," He shakes his head. "I can't."
"You can't what?" The sudden halt clears the haze over my mind a bit, but I still just want to kiss him some more. "Kiss? You're doing great," I chuckle and try to go in for another, but he moves out of my reach. "What's wrong?" I'm completely sober now, and feeling a bit hurt. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, no, you're great, wonderful, even, it's just…" His body trembles and he still has his head bent down with his eyes shut tight. "I…I can't lose control. If I do, you'll…"
"I'll what?"
"You'll get hurt." He finally looks up at me as a bead of sweat runs down his temple.
Assuming he's talking about my feelings, I chuckle and shake my head. "I'll be fine, Jugo. It's not like I don't want this." I take his hand in mine. "I…I've kind of had a thing for you for a while now. Since you moved here our freshman year, actually. So you see…I want this. And I think you do too…" I step closer to him and put his hand to my cheek, looking into his saddened and conflicted eyes.
"Kagome," He breathes. "I do, I really do. But you don't understand. I mean I could really hurt you, and not just your feelings. If you see what I really am…" He grits his teeth and turns away from me. "You'd hate me forever and I could never live with that."
I suddenly feel slightly insulted. What am I, five? "Look, Jugo, this isn't my first rodeo. I can handle anything you dish out." A wicked smile forms on my lips and I bring him down to me and kiss him hard, letting one of my hands trail to his crotch, where I feel a huge bulge.
"Kagome, don't!" He hisses on my mouth but I'm already stroking it through his jeans and he moans, throwing his head back so I can only see his thick neck. I chuckle and continue. His body trembles more and I hear a low chuckle rumble out of his broad chest. His body shakes more as the chuckle turns into a wicked cackle. Suddenly, he brings his head down and I see his eyes have turned a pale yellow color and his mouth is up turned into a menacing toothy grin.
"Big mistake, sweetheart." Before I know what's happening, he roughly grabs me by my arms and throws me on the bed before straddling me, his weight pinning me hopelessly into the bed. He's laughing manically with his hands on either side of my face, leaning over me so his large shadow encases me. I shake with fear as I stare into his merciless yellow eyes. The Jugo I had known only moments ago is completely gone.
"J-Jugo," I whimper. "What's gotten into you?"
"The same thing that's about to get into you." His grin widens. "I'm not gonna go easy, either. I could give a fuck less if you enjoy it or not."
The reality of his words makes me shake with fright. Without warning or mercy, he tears off my black skull panties, ripping them to shreds and discarding the scraps. I try to shut my legs but his body won't allow it and before I can scream, he plunges two fingers deep inside of me. The unexpected penetration hurts and I shut my eyes tight and cry out.
"Jugo! You're hurting me! Stop! Stop it!" But he doesn't listen. He keeps shoving his huge fingers in and out of me, laughing.
"You think this hurts, just wait for my dick. I'll tear you wide open. I bet you bleed like a bitch," He grabs my dress and rips it off of me before doing the same with my bra and tights and boots. He does the same to himself, revealing his unimaginably huge erection that scares the shit out of me.
I start to vigorously whip my head back and forth, seeing what he's about to do. "No, no, no, no! Jugo, please don't!" My objections are silenced when he slams his entire length inside of me, ripping a shriek from my lips. He gives me no opportunity to get used to it and thrusts fast and hard, holding down my arms.
"How's that feel you emo bitch?" Jugo taunts as he continues his torture. "Does it hurt? I thought emo bitches liked pain!" His cock pounds into me relentlessly and I scream even louder. "Yeah, scream you bitch! Let me hear you! Keep that helpless look on your face! Look at me while I fuck you!" To my astonishment, I find myself getting turned on by this sudden show of aggression and domination. Am I enjoying this?
Jugo notices and cackles. "You're getting wetter! So you do like pain, huh? Well let's see if you can handle this!" Jugo flips me over on my belly and pulls my ass up so it's in the air. He slaps it without holding back. I arch my back and scream, feeling my ass redden.
"Mmm, just like a cherry," He slaps it again, this time on the other cheek, which reddens just like the other one. I hear myself moan as the pain rockets through my body before ebbing away to pleasure. Jugo lifts my ass up even more so he could get a good look at my pussy. "You're dripping, you little skank. I should've known you liked it rough. But you're so damn tight. I'll have to fix that."
Jugo shoves his dick back into me and God, it feels so good. "Ah, Jugo! It hurts so good!" I shout and moan as he thrusts harder and faster until I'm screaming for more. He pounds me like that for a few minutes, grunting with every thrust. Suddenly he picks me up and slams me against the window next to my bed so my breasts are pressed against the glass. He picks up one of my legs and rams his cock into me once more and begins to fuck me like that.
I look down at all the people below- people I know-and I feel mortified. "No! No, stop! Someone will see!" I half moan and try to wiggle out of his death grip to no avail. His dick is just so big.
"Please, I know you wanna show off, you horny slut." Jugo laughs and picks up his speed. "With a body like yours, it would be a crime not to let everyone see." He reaches around and fondles my bare breasts and I moan even louder. "Look at those pretty little tits. Just the right size." I feel him roughly pinch one of my nipples and I arch my back, crying out.
"Jugo, please!"
"What do you want, bitch?" He growls into my neck as he continues to pump into me.
"M-more! I want more!" I can't believe those words come out of my mouth, but it's true. I do want more.
I hear Jugo chuckle darkly before he picks up my other leg and impales me on his huge mass. I cry out once more at how deep he's going and I feel very full. I look down to see that he's only going halfway in and that there's at least three more inches outside of me.
"J-Jugo…" I whine. He seems to get my hint.
"Oh I see," He taunts. "Bitch wants it all, huh? Well here you go!" He stuffs the rest of himself inside of me with a loud grunt and pumps hard and fast. "Damn, you're tight, but not tight enough to be a virgin." He observes. "You're not a virgin, are you, you little slut?!"
"No, I'm not!" I moan. I had sex before but the guys were never anywhere near as big as Jugo is.
"Ha ha ha, I knew it! Dude must not have been too big since you're still so tight," Jugo yanks my hair back as he pounds me mercilessly. "Look at that guy over there checking you out," His voice is low against my ear as he looks at the man across the street in his own home, staring at me. The man has a surprised, but excited look on his face as he watches Jugo fuck me without restraint. "Let's give him a good show!"
I feel Jugo's length filling me up to the breaking point, his wide cock opening me and rubbing against my clit, which is what really gets me off. Soon I'm twitching and crying out.
"Jugo, I'm gonna cum! Jugo!"
"No, not yet! Don't you dare cum yet, you filthy slut! I'm not through with you yet!" He goes faster than I ever thought humanly possible, his balls slapping against my ass over and over. The speed makes it nearly impossible for me to resist, and my eyes go wide and my body goes rigid against him as an orgasm rocks me to the core, causing me to scream and squirt all over him, and a little on the window.
"I thought I told you not to cum!" Jugo growls. "I'm gonna have to punish you now, you stupid bitch!" And he does; he pulls me away from the window and shoves my face into the bed and holds it there as he wrecks my body. The overstimulation is painful; though I know asking him to stop won't do anything but encourage him. So I try my best to take it. Finally, his cum explodes inside of me, gushing out once I'm too full to take anymore. He pulls out and I shudder, curling up in a defensive position.
"I'm not done yet, bitch." He pushes me on my back and rams into me again. He goes until he cums at least three more times; more than I ever thought a man could in one go. Finally, he gets off of me, rolling to my side as his yellow eyes go back to their original orange hue before he's passed out.
I'm at my desk doing my make-up that Jugo gave me earlier that day. It's been a few hours since Jugo passed out and I've cleaned myself up and covered him with a blanket. Since he literally tore apart my new outfit, I put on a pair of dark skinny jeans with a short band T shirt. That dress cost me 44 bucks, dammit. But I can't help but feel that this was my fault. After all, Jugo had warned me what would happen if kept going, and I did. I just didn't expect what would happen next…
Oddly, I don't feel violated or like I've been raped at all. I mean, it's not rape if you like it, right? And I had liked it, no, I had loved it. It was the best orgasm I ever had. But that man…that wasn't Juugo. That was…something else. What, I don't know. I just hope that he'll be back to normal when he wakes up.
A moment later, I hear a low groan emanate from Jugo's lips. A twinge of fear streaks through me as I turn to see him stirring. He opens his eyes, and thankfully, they've returned to their original gentleness. He looks around, confused, like he doesn't know where he is.
"Jugo?..." I practically squeak. He slowly sits up and looks down at himself, seeing that he's naked. His eyes widen in horror.
"Oh no," He breathes and looks up at me. "What did I do?"
What am I supposed to say? 'Oh, nothing really, you just kinda raped me, but then it just kinda turned into brutal sex until I had the best orgasm of my life'? Instead I just sit there, blinking at him.
Jugo studies my clothes, than my face. "Oh no, did I?..." My face must show it all because he leaps from the bed and comes to me. For a man his size, he sure does me gracefully, almost silently. He cups my face in his hands and turns my head as if searching for injuries.
"Oh my God, Kagome did I rape you? Are you alright? Oh, God, oh, God!" His voice is quiet but shrill and full of terror. He falls to his knees, clutching my hands in his as if he's bowing to me. He shuts his eyes tight. "Kagome, I am so sorry! I can't believe I-I…Oh my God, I raped you!"
His great shoulders shake and tremble and I hear him sucking in sharp breaths. Is he crying? My heart instantly breaks for him and I get down to his level, pulling his face up so I can see. Remorseful tears roll out of his gentle eyes and down his cheeks.
"I hurt you…" He hiccups. "I hurt you in the worst way. I never wanted to…" His voice catches itself in a sob. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close.
"Jugo, it's alright. You didn't hurt me. I actually kind of…liked it." I admit. His body goes still as he slowly pulls away to look at me.
"You…you liked it?" He asks incredulously.
I laugh uneasily. "Yeah, a lot. Pretty weird, huh?"
Jugo looks down at the ground, brow furrowed. "It's not safe for you to be around me. I'm a monster."
I try to console him, say he's wrong, but he keeps talking.
"There's this…this thing inside of me. A thing I can't control. Whenever I get angry, or even aroused it takes over and I do terrible, terrible things. I hurt innocent people." He shakes his head solemnly. "That's why I get into so many fights at school. People make fun of me for my shyness or my size and I just…I just snap. I'm usually able to get a handle on it before things get too bad, but…" He sobs again. "Kagome, I hurt you! You're the last person I ever wanted to hurt!"
I pull him to me in an embrace, holding him tight and rocking him back and forth. "Jugo, I'm fine. You didn't hurt me at all. I mean that." He crushes me into him, but I let him. He cries into my shirt. I can't imagine the pain he must have gone through all his life. How afraid he must be just to live his life; afraid that any little thing will set him off and cause him to hurt someone. What a burden that must be.
When he's calmed down a bit, I pull away and give him an understanding smile. "Hey, why don't we get out of here? We can go get some ramen. You like ramen, don't you?"
Jugo wipes his eyes on his massive arm and nods, giving me a weak smile. "Yes, that would be nice." We stand up and I leave the room while he gets dressed. He brings me my combat boots and I see that he has this crestfallen look about him. He's also holding a scrap of my ruined clothes.
"I ruined your new outfit," He looks so hurt. "You're brand new outfit that looked so pretty on you…"
I wave my hand dismissively, taking my boots from him and putting them on. "No big deal. They're just clothes." Though, I really did like that dress…
"I'll make it up to you."
"Don't worry about it," I take his hand and lead him down the stairs and out the door into the warm spring Saturday morning. We make our way down the sidewalk and I stretch my arms. "It's nice out today,"
Jugo nods in agreement as he looks after three little birds that flit around ahead of us. Cars zip by us on the street, though the sidewalk itself isn't very crowded and we reach the ramen restaurant quickly. A hostess sits us at a window seat before giving us our menus, and then disappears around the corner.
I don't look at the menu since I come here often enough to know exactly what I want. "I'm having the traditional ramen bowl, how about you?"
Juugo is studying the menu intently. Finally he puts his menu down. "I think I'll have the same." Before long, a waiter greets us, asking what we'd like to order. We both tell him what we want, Juugo asking for a cup of water and me asking for a cup of soda. The waiter notes our orders before walking away.
Jugo and I make small talk, asking about hobbies and stuff. Jugo tells me he likes lying in quiet places to carve wood. He says it takes his mind off his troubles. I tell him I like to draw and paint and take pictures. He tells me once again that I'm talented, and I blush.
Finally our food comes and Jugo ad I dig in, breaking our chopsticks. We eat in silence for a few moments, looking out the window to people watch, until I ask,
"So does your tutoring offer still stand?" I grin.
Jugo looks surprised, like I've caught him off guard. "Oh, yes, of course!" He nods earnestly. "When would you like to start?"
"On Monday, after school. I need my last two days of slacking," I chuckle. He laughs two and we finish our meals. He offers to pay to make up for what happened earlier this afternoon, but insist that it's fine and pay for the both of us. It isn't too expensive, so I don't mind.
We walk back to my house, where his dark blue car is waiting. He walks me to my door and we turn to each other, waiting for something we both aren't sure of.
"So, I'll see you on Monday?" I ask.
"Yeah," Jugo just stands there looking at me. "Um, do you think I could maybe…pick you up in the morning?" His question surprises me and I blink a few times to make sure I've heard him right. "It's just that, I know you walk to school and I know how much of a pain that can be, since the school isn't exactly nearby and there aren't any buses…" Jugo explains before trailing off.
I open my mouth to speak, but I don't know what to say, so I just nod. "Yeah, that'd be really nice of you, Juugo." I smile and he smiles back.
"Good," He digs in his pocket for a pen and a piece of scrap paper and scribbles something on it and hands it to me. "That's my number. Call or text me about when I should come over." I nod again, still smiling. He gave me his number! He nods and takes a few reluctant steps back, stealing glances at me before completely turning and getting into his car. I watch him drive away and sink against my door, swooning a bit.
I just got Jugo's number.