(Scene starts at Jazmine walking to Huey. Setting is his room. Riley isn't here because he is out playing basketball. Also this is future stuff..like 13-15 years old???)
Huey doesn't immediately look up from his book, deliberately ignoring the high pitch of her voice to maintain his stoic indifference. He sighs, his expression remaining flat and unamused as he glances over the top of the literature of revolution.
"What do you want, Jazmine?"
Jazmine plops down on his bed, making herself comfortable. She looks at him with her forest green eyes, her curiosity getting the best of her. She bites her lower lip, a habit she has when she's thinking or nervous.
"Huey?" She calls softly, testing if he'll respond.
Huey closes his book slowly, to show how she's intrrupting his reading time. But there's less annoyance in his tone compared to a years ago when they first met so there is that. He sets the book aside and gives her his full attention, even if his expression remains neutral. Jazmine's heart flutters slightly at the attention. She leans forward slightly.
"I overheard you talking to Riley earlier."
She starts, her voice quiet but determined.
"You said you could take me down in a match."
He stares at her blankly for a moment, processing her words, his face remains as deadpan as ever. He crossing his arms over his chest. He speaks again in his typical dry monotone voice.
"I recall saying that. Because it is a statistical fact."
She frowns instantly. She doesn't see it as a statistic like how Huey does; she sees it as him doubting her strength. She crosses her arms over her chest too, mirroring his defensive posture, though hers looks far less intimidating. More like a puppy trying to act bigger than it is
"That is so rude, Huey!"
He raises an eyebrow at her pout, finding it semi cute but immediately pushing that thought away. She is not cute. He maintains his stoic expression, not wanting to give her any satisfaction.
"It's not rude. It's the truth."
She glares a bit, her expression attempts at growing more serious, though she's still adorable when she's trying to be serious. She uncrosses her arms and leans forward again, her voice lowering.
"You don't even know that for sure. You've never even seen me fight."
Something flickers in his eyes; a challenge, maybe. Or being competitive.
"Then prove me wrong."
Huey says, holds her gaze without blinking.
"Right here. Right now."
Jazmine blinks owlishly at him. She hadn't expected him to call her bluff so openly. She unconsciously bites her lower lip again, considering his challenge. Her competitive spirit stirs, but her nervousness at his intense gaze limits it. Huey watches her, his expression unreadable. He doesn't smile, doesn't smirk, doesn't give any anythung that he's enjoying this or finding it entertaining. Instead, he waits patiently, his eyes boring into hers, as if daring her to back down. Her heart rate triples from his stare alone. She swallows hard, her competitive side warring with her usual docile nature. But something about the way he's looking at her, like he genuinely wants to see if she can back up her words makes her spine straighten. She stands up on his bed, feeling a sudden burst of courage.
"Fine!"
He stands up slowly on the bed as well, facing her, his eyes never leaving hers. He gets into a fighting stance, his hands raised and ready. He's serious. Deadly serious.
"Come on then."
She takes a deep breath, her hands shaking slightly as she mirrors his stance. She's never fought anyone before, especially not someone as intimidating as Huey. But she's determined to prove him wrong. She lunges forward suddenly, trying to catch him off guard with a quick movem He moves with efficiency catching her wrist mid-swing, twisting her arm behind her back with controlled precision, and pinning her to the ground in one fluid motion. He doesn't hurt her though; he's careful about that. But he immobilizes her completely, his body weight pressing her down just enough to make escape impossible.
"Tsk."
Jazmime gasps softly, her face flushed as she is trapped beneath him. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with her surprised breathing. She tries to squirm free instinctively, but his hold is firm. She feels small and helpless against his larger frame.
"H-Huey..."
Huey stares down at her, his expression calm and collected, as if he's not even breathing heavily.
"You're weaker than I thought."
He doesn't release her, keeping her pinned down beneath him.
"Pathetic, really."
Jazmine freezes immediately, her eyes flaring briefly with frustration before she squeezes them shut. His words sting more than his physical hold. She's always been smaller and weaker than most kids her age, but hearing him say it so bluntly hurts more than she cares to admit. Huey feels odd about this, the way her body heat seeps through their clothes, the way her breathing hitches against his chest, the way she's not struggling anymore but just lying there, defeated. And something about having Jazmine DuBois pinned beneath him, blushing and breathless makes his stomach twist in a way that has nothing to do with victory. She swallows harder, her eyes still closed. She can feel every inch of his body pressing against hers, and it's doing strange things to her heart rate. She whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the heavy breathing.
'You're mean..." Her lower lip trembles slightly.
His gaze drops to her, and for a moment, something softens in his eyes. He hesitates, his thumb twitching slightly where it's wrapped around her wrist. Then, the moment passes, and his expression hardens again.
"And you're naive"
As Jazmine shifts, she presses against him more intimately, her small frame fitting perfectly against his larger one. She's completely unaware of the effect it's having on him, her movements purely instinctual as she tries to get comfortable. Huey entire body goes rigid the moment she shifts, the friction creating a sensation that makes his breath hitch in his throat. He feels the sudden, terrifying warmth in his chest and lower stomach. An entirely unwelcome biological response to her innocent squirming. He instinctively tightens his grip on her wrists to stop her movement.
"Stop moving."
Jazmine freezes immediately at his sharp command, her eyes flying open in surprise. She looks up at him with wide, confused puppy eyes, her lips parting slightly as she tries to process his sudden change in tone. She doesn't understand why he's so tense or why she feels something hard pressing against her stomach. Huey's nostrils flare as he tries to rein in his uncontrolled reaction, his gaze locked with hers with painful intensity. He has intense anger at himself for losing control, frustration with the situation, and something else entirely unbidden. Tabooo thoughts.
"You're making this complicated."
Jazmine blinks up at him, very confused. She doesn't understand what's happening, only that something has shifted between them. She can feel his body reacting to hers in ways she doesn't 100% comprehend. She shifts again.
"What's complicated?" her voice is soft, innocent, completely unaware.
"You're making it complicated," he repeats, his voice strained.
Huey can feel himself growing harder against her stomach, and he hates every second of it. What should have been a simple demonstration of dominance has turned into... this. He should let her go. He really should. But he doesn't. Instead, he leans down slightly, his face hovering inches above hers. Jazmine tilts her head back to maintain eye contact, her heart racing from their closeness. Her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Huey?" She whispers, her voice trembling slightly.
"Don't say my name like that."
Huey's voice barely recognizable. He's trying to hold himself back, but the way she's looking up at him with those big eyes and parted lips is driving him crazy. His hips shift involuntarily, pressing against her more firmly. Jazmine's breath hitches audibly as she feels him press against her, her eyes widening in confusion and something else she doesn't understand. There's a strange warmth pooling low in her stomach, and she doesn't know what to make of it.
"L-Like what?" Her voice comes out breathless, and she tilts her head slightly, leaning into him unintentionally.
"Like you want something from me."
Huey answers, his voice rough and strained. The innocent press of her body against his is driving him absolutely insane. He should stop this. He needs to stop this. But instead, his hips roll forward again, a slow, deliberate movement that presses his growing erection more firmly against her crouch. Her eyes flutter closed as he rolls his hips, a soft gasp escaping her lips at the foreign sensation. The warmth in her lower stomach intensifies, and she unconsciously spreads her legs slightly, trying to alleviate the pressure building there. Her hands, still pinned above her head, flex slightly, her nails digging into her palms. His breath catches as she spreads her legs, unwittingly cradling his hardening length between them. The feel of her softness against his growing erection is almost too much to bear. She can feel the hard line of him pressing insistently against her, and she's completely clueless about what it is. All she knows is that it feels... good. Really good. Her body is reacting on instinct, pressing up against him slightly as if seeking more of that delicious pressure. She lets out a soft, breathy sigh against his lips.
'Huey..."
"I'm not going to tell you again."
Huey warns, his voice barely a whisper now, his control hanging by a thread. The way she's pressing back against him, the innocent way she says his name..it's breaking his resolve. His hips roll forward again, this time with more purpose, grinding against her. She whimpers softly as he grinds against her, the sensation making her toes curl. Her eyes snap open, wide and confused, as she feels something wet between her legs. She has no idea what's happening to her body, only that she wants more of whatever this feeling is.
He can feel her growing wetness through their clothes, and something in him breaks. With a growl that's more frustration than anger, he releases her wrists and sits up just enough to yank his shirt off over his head. He looks down at her—her flushed cheeks. She stares up at him, her eyes wide as he tears his shirt off. She notices the way his muscles flex and move, and something in her stomach does a flip. Her hands, now free, instinctively reach up to touch his chest, her small fingers brushing against his heated skin. She's never seen Huey like this before; so raw, so primal.
"Huey..."
His chest rises and falls rapidly as he watches her small fingers trail across his skin, the innocent exploration making him harder. Without warning, he grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head, tossing it aside. His eyes darken as they rake over her bare torso, the pink bra doing little to hide her big breasts.
"Stop saying my name."
Jazmine instinctively crosses her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself, feeling incredibly shy and vulnerable beneath his intense gaze. She nods quickly, her lips pressing together to obey his command, terrified of upsetting him further.
"Mmhmm..." she whimpers softly.
Huey watches her hesitation, his hand moving to the waistband of her panties. He tugs them down slowly, pulling them past her hips, past her thighs, revealing her soaked center. He freezes. Completely. The sight of her bare pussy...pink, glistening, her folds swollen and slick with arousal sends a shockwave of pure terror through him. This is vulnerability. This is exposure. This is everything he's spent his entire life building walls against. His hands tremble at his sides. He can't do this. He can't be this exposed.
She watches his reaction carefully, sensing his sudden change in demeanor. Her face is still flushed, her body trembling slightly as she lies exposed beneath him. When he freezes, she reaches up tentatively, her soft fingers brushing against his trembling hand.
"Huey? It's okay..."
Her gentle touch and concerned voice snap him out of his panic attack. She's not pushing him away. She's not laughing at his reaction. She's just being sweet and worried about him, and she's still lying there bare and vulnerable beneath him. Huey's fear transforms into something hungrier. In one swift motion, he yanks his sweatpants and boxers down, releasing his thick dark hard cock. He watches her eyes widen at the sight of him: so much bigger than her petite body. He grabs her hips, pulling her to him, and pushes her thighs apart with his knees.
Jazmine realizes just how big he is, much bigger than she ever imagined. A small gasp escapes her lips as he spreads her thighs apart with his knees. She's completely exposed to him now, her most intimate parts bare and vulnerable.
He positions himself between her thighs, the tip of his cock brushing against her wet entrance. Her innocence terrifies him..the knowledge that he'll be the first to enter her, the first to break her. But something primal overrules everything else. He leans down, his lips hovering over hers, his voice a guttural whisper.
"This is going to hurt."
She nods, her breath hitching as he presses against her entrance. She's not exactly sure what to expect, but she trusts him; not realizing just how dangerous that trust is. Her small body is completely at his mercy, spread wide open beneath him.
"I know."
With a single, brutal thrust, he pushes past her virgin barrier, burying himself balls-deep inside her tight, untouched pussy. He grunts at the sensation...her tightness, the pop of her hymen breaking, the way her inner walls clench around him. She cries out in pain beneath him, tears springing to her eyes. She arches her back and lets out a sharp cry, tears welling up in her eyes as he tears through her innocence. Her small hands fist in the bedsheets, trying to ground herself against the pain. It feels like she's being split in two, his massive size overwhelming her tiny virgin body. She can feel herself bleeding around him, warm and wet.
He freezes inside her, panting heavily. The sight of her tears and the feeling of her tightness milking his cock is almost too much. He wants to move, to fuck her hard and deep, but seeing her in pain makes something in his chest ache.
She bites her lip to stifle another cry, blinking away the tears in her eyes. She can feel him inside her, massive and immobile. She tries to shift slightly, experimenting with the sensation. Despite the pain, there's something else...something unfamiliar but not unpleasant.
"Huey..."
Her voice saying his name...soft, pained, trusting...breaks the last thread of his control. He pulls out almost completely, then slams back into her with a brutal, merciless thrust that makes her head bounce against the headboard.
She gasps and cries out with each punishing thrust, her body jerking against the headboard. The pain is still there, but it's morphing into something else..something intense and overwhelming. She wraps her arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he pounds into her, tears streaming down her face.
"Ahhn! H-Huey!"
Her tears, her cries, the way she holds onto him...it all fuels his rage and desire. He grabs her hips roughly, lifting them off the bed as he begins to fuck her harder, deeper, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. His eyes are wild, his face contorted with primal need.Her body bounces with each brutal thrust, her breasts jiggling as he lifts her hips and pounds into her mercilessly. Despite the tears streaming down her face, her body is starting to betray her...waves of pleasure mingling with the pain. She whimpers against his neck, her nails digging into his shoulders..
"Hug... H-Huey..."
Her whimpers and nails only make him more savage. He swallows hard, seeing her tits bounce, her body wince and take his huge dick. He throws her legs over his shoulders, opening her wider and driving even deeper inside her.
She screams as he throws her legs over his shoulders, his massive length hitting an entirely new angle inside her. The sudden change in depth and pressure makes her eyes roll back, the pain momentarily forgotten as a surge of pleasure courses through her. She wraps her arms around his neck tightly, completely wrapped around him. With her legs over his shoulders and her arms around his neck, he's effectively trapped inside her. This position allows him to go even deeper, his huge balls pressing against her tight little ass with each thrust. He grabs her thick thighs possessively, spreading them wider apart to give himself more room. Her breathless cries turn into high-pitched whimpers as he drives impossibly deeper, folding her nearly in half. She feels completely overwhelmed, her small body struggling to accommodate his size as he spreads her wide. The pleasure is intense, bordering on too much, and her mind goes fuzzy. She buries her face in his neck, holding on for dear life...She can feel herself getting close to something powerful, something completely foreign to her innocent body. Her inner muscles tighten around him, pulsing with the impending orgasm. He feels her walls start to flutter and clench around him...so tight, so wet, so close. His rational mind, his revolutionary politics, his anarchist ideology...all of it dissolves into pure animal instinct. He fucks her harder, chasing that moment, wanting to be the one who makes her fall apart for the first time.
"That's it."
She arches her back, her small body bowing off the bed as pleasure crashes over her like a tidal wave. Her inner walls clench and flutter around his huge cock, milking him as her first orgasm rips through her inexperienced body. She cries out against his neck, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Huey! Huey-ahh!"
Her orgasm triggers his own...her tight walls squeezing him so hard he sees white. He buries himself to the hilt, groaning low and guttural against her throat as he pumps three thick ropes of cum deep inside her untouched pussy. He doesn't pull out. Instead, he holds her spread open beneath him, letting her feel every pulse, every drop leaking out of her.
She shudders as she feels him release inside her, hot and thick. The sensation of his seed flooding her untouched pussy sends another small wave of pleasure through her. She's completely immobilized beneath him, her legs still over his shoulders. Slowly the fog begins to clear from her mind. She can feel the sticky mess beginning to leak out around their joined bodies. His mind slowly comes back online after the intense orgasm. He looks down at her; cheeks flushed, hair messy, legs spread wide over his shoulders, pussy stuffed full of his dick and leaking his cum. She blinks up at him, her wide innocent eyes still slightly unfocused, cheeks flushed pink. She looks so small and fragile beneath him....a complete mess of tears, spent pleasure, and their combined wetness. Her body still trembles slightly from the aftershocks. In the silence, she gives him a dazed, peaceful smile, completely unaware of the danger she's in. At that innocent, trusting smile... He realizes she has no idea what she's just let happen...the fact that he broke her, filled her untouched pussy with his seed. And that he could...
He could do it again.