He Just Won't Listen

All characters are above 18. This is a fictional story with nonconsensual sex. I do not condone actual rape, this story is for reading purposes only!

I had a date tonight. Not with John, no.

The crazy thing was that John had actually felt bad about that night. Just like in the movies, the very next morning I opened up my bedroom door to find that he had left me a Plan B pill with a bouquet of roses. Yellow roses. I'd told him once that yellow was my favorite color, and he'd remembered. He had also attached a "sorry" card to the bouquet.

But most importantly, a whole month had passed and he hadn't tried to fuck me. He hadn't even touched me. It was like a switch had been flipped and he was back to being the John I had originally agreed to room with.

Except that he hadn't accepted my rent payment. It was weird. I had Zelled him the money as usual, but he sent it back a few hours later with a memo reading, "no need". When I asked him about it, he just told me not to worry. I was, of course, going to pay him next month, but I guess he'd just feltthatbad, and this was his way of making up for it?

I hadn't told him explicitly, but I had forgiven him. And I had moved on.

Or, okay, I wastryingto move on. I'd finally mustered the confidence to ask out this cute guy, Nolan, from my class and he had been so sweet about the whole thing. He'd blushed, stammered, and said he'd behonoredto go out with me.Honored. He was so cute.

So I put on a tight, short dress, did my makeup, and sprayed some perfume. I had hoped John wouldn't be home when I left, but I could hear noise coming from his room. He was making a whole lot of noise actually.

I opened my door slowly to check if his door was open down the hallway. It was.

Okay, okay. Just walk past casually. Hopefully he wouldn't even notice me, considering how much noise he was making.

But a part of me also wanted him to see me dressed up.

Wait, what? No. No, I did not.

I tiptoed down the hallway and - shit. I shouldn't have looked. I really shouldn't have. Because he looked so. Fucking. Hot.

First of all, he was shirtless. He didn't have a six-pack or anything, but he wasn't chubby, either. He was just...big. He had these massive arms, and a broad chest, and huge shoulders. He had a towel hanging around his neck and he was bent over some - what do you call it - wood slats? Or something. Whatever it was, he was working on it with some tools that I also couldn't name.

I shifted my weight and the floor creaked. Oh, no. He looked up at me with his bright blue eyes that widened as he looked me up and down. Oh, god.

"You look...nice." My face flushed. He stood up, dusting his pants.

"Oh, um, thanks."

"You going out somewhere?"

"Um, yeah, actually. I, uh, I have a date tonight."

I don't know why I told him that. And I guess had wanted him to see me in this dress - I know it looked good on me - but now that he was actually looking at me? It was like I was losing more and more of my common sense the longer he stared at my legs, my waist, my breasts, my lips.

"Hmm..." He took the towel from his neck to wipe his forehead. Why did that turn me on so bad? "You need a ride?"

What?! Did he not care that I was going on a date? He was offering me a ride to my date? No, wait -Ididn't care whether he cared or not.

"No, it's okay," I said. "He's picking me up."

"Okay," he replied. Then he leaned back against the wall, staring at my face now instead of my body. "You coming home tonight?"

I nodded, then, before I said other things I shouldn't, I added, "I should probably go now. I'll, uh, see you later."

Wait, why did he ask me if I was coming home tonight? Was he asking indirectly if I was going to sleep with my date? Or wait...was he asking so he could invite someone else over?! I felt jealousy flare up in my chest.

I had to calm down.

I had a cute guy I was going on a date with; it shouldn't matter to me what John was thinking or planning on doing.

I sneaked a look back and I saw him staring straight at me. The side of his mouth curled up when he saw me turn back. God help me. John had no business making me this nervous before my date. I practically ran out the door.

--

Nolan was leaning against the passenger side of his car when I walked out of the building. For a moment, I actually forgot about John. Nolan was really, really cute; I still couldn't believe he'd agreed to go out with me. He was tall and lean, with a head full of light brown curls, and his face lit up when he saw me.

He met me halfway to the car and pulled me into a light hug. "Clara, hey," he said, pulling back after a second. "It's so nice to see you."

I smiled. I felt good.

Except as we talked on the drive to the restaurant, my mind kept flitting back to John every few minutes.

How John had been teaching me how to drive.

How John looked shirtless.

How surprised I'd been when John told me I was beautiful.

How warm John's cum had felt in my pussy.

No.

I wasn't being fair to Nolan, nor to myself. I had to at least try to put my head in this date.

It was at the restaurant, after we finished our meal, that Nolan asked about John. Okay, not directly. He said, "So, do you still live with your parents?"

My heart stopped. This whole time I'd been doing so well at keeping my thoughts from straying to John.

"Uh, no," I smiled, hoping it wasn't shaky. I downed my drink. "My parents don't live in the city. I have a, uh, roommate."

"How about you?" I asked hurriedly. I didn't want him to ask any more questions about my roommate who fucked me every now and then. "Do you live on campus or...?"

"Oh, no, I live off campus too with some of my buddies."

Then he asked me something, but my head spun a little and I missed it. I think the drink had been too strong.

"Clara. Are you alright?" I saw Nolan through blurry eyes. He looked worried. Great, I'd made an amazing impression on the first date.

"Um," I managed. Then I took a shaky breath before adding, "I'm sorry. I'm just...a little drunk."

"You're good. Come on. I'll drive you home." He came over to my side and offered me an arm. I took it and leaned on him as we walked back to his car. The only thing my sick mind could think about was that his arm wasn't as big as John's.

"Nolan..." I said, my head resting on his arm. "I'm sorry." About a lot of things.

"It's no big deal. How are you feeling?"

"Mmm, I'm alright," I giggled.

"Something funny?" He nudged me. 

"Nothing," I giggled and nudged him back. He was cute.

Then in the car, he helped me buckle my seatbelt and I thought he might try to kiss me. But he didn't.

Huh.

Maybe he didn't like me like that. Or maybe he didn't take advantage of drunk girls. John would have. John still might. I hope he does.

--

Alright. Alright. I can do it. I've done it thousands of times before! It can't be that hard. I tried to slide the key into the door, but it jammed again. I giggled.

Okay, the sixth time is the charm. Isn't that the saying? That made me giggle again. That was definitely not the saying.

Oh! There. The key slid in. Wait...which way do I turn it? I jiggled the key back and forth, but each time I thought I unlocked the door, it wouldn't budge.

Then I felt the doorknob move from the inside and the door swung open.

"Sweetie. What's up with your key?"

John. In his white t-shirt that clung to his big arms and his beautiful blue eyes that got crinkles around them when he smiled. And his big dick.

I stood on my tiptoes to wrap my arms around his neck and dropped myself backwards onto the door so it shut behind me.

I liked him so much. I knew he was twice my age and I knew it was wrong and I knew he hadn't respected my boundaries previously, but I couldn't help how I felt. Right now, I just wanted to be with him.

He stiffened under my arms. It felt nice when he reacted to my touch like that. Like I made him nervous. Is that how he felt when he saw how wet he always made me?

"John?" I looked up at him. "Why aren't you hugging me back?"

He brought his mouth close to mine and I parted my lips to invite him, but he just sniffed my breath. My second missed kiss of the night. "Are you drunk?" Now he looked pissed, so I dropped my arms slightly. "Did that motherfucker drink and drive?"

"Huh? No. No." I shook my head. "He didn't drink." I bit my lip and added, "He's a good guy."

"Good guy, huh?" John placed his hands on my waist. Very lightly. Not how he usually touched me. But it'd been so long since he had touched me that I felt every single finger.

I nodded.

"Did he touch you?" His arms slid down my waist to my hips, to my thighs where my short dress ended, and then back up my waist.

I shook my head. I was squirming a bit under his touch. "Well, he...we hugged. And I held his hand."

"That's it?" His grip was a bit tighter as he pressed me backwards into the door.

"That's it."

John leaned his head on the door, just above mine. I loved that he was so much taller and bigger and stronger than me.

"I didn't think you cared." Alcohol made me bold. I was speaking my thoughts like I never did otherwise. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Of course I care." He brought a hand to the small of my back and pulled me closer to him. "But I didn't want you to feel like I was forcing you to do anything."

His words made tears spring to my eyes. I guess alcohol made me easily emotional too. I was so happy he felt bad for the way he had treated me before. People change, right? John definitely had.

"I, just, I'm sorry I went on a date." I felt the need to apologize. I didn't know why. John wasn't my boyfriend or anything like that, so I couldn't explain why I felt like I had to apologize, but I just did. "I really wanted to like him. I'm sorry about that too. And I'm sorry I got drunk. I just thought that if I was more drunk, I could get you out of my head." My last few words were a whisper.

"Oh baby, it's okay. You're okay," he murmured, his large hand cupping the back of my neck. He slowly massaged the muscles there, and then lifted my face up to his. "You look so beautiful."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You always do."

"Really?"

"Of course, baby," he pushed me against the door and finally lowered his mouth to mine.

He was gentle at first. He just kissed my lips softly, sucking them in between his and licking them with his tongue. Then he parted my lips, and I opened my mouth, meeting his tongue with mine. I let out a breathy whimper in his mouth and he groaned softly in return. I felt his cock harden against my thighs as he licked my tongue with his, his hands moving down to my hips, holding me tight against the door.

Then he dipped his hands to my ass, squeezing it softly, and whispered into my mouth, "Hold tight, baby." I yelped when he pulled me up, and wrapped my arms around his neck tighter, dropping my head to his shoulder.

He carried me to the couch - the exact spot where we had first fucked - and lowered me onto the cushions lightly. He rolled my dress up and raised an eyebrow at me when he saw what I was wearing.

"You wore this for him?" he asked with his jaw clenched and his blue eyes narrowed. I was wearing lace panties that matched my dress.

I shook my head. "I just, it matched the dress, so..."

"Hmm." He pulled back a bit, and I immediately grabbed his arm.

I really didn't want to make him mad. Going on that date had been a mistake, and I just hoped he wasn't angry with me.

"John. I'm sorry. I mean it." I pleaded. "I wasn't going to do anything with him. Seriously, I really wasn't. I'm sorry. Are you mad?" My lips were trembling, but I refused to cry just to make him feel bad.

He sighed. "It's not my place to be mad. You don't need to apologize. I'm not...mad."

"Really?" I breathed out, feeling a massive wave of relief.

"Really." He parted my legs and lowered himself between them, his chest pressing me down into the cushions. It was the exact position we'd been in when he'd fucked me here for the first time a month ago. "I'm not mad. But I need to know...are you going to see him again?"

"Huh? Nolan? Oh no." I shook my head quickly. "No. Well...only in class."

"Are you sure?" he murmured. His lips brushed softly against mine as he spoke.

"Mhm, yeah." I nodded, wrapping my hands around his neck again. I was so glad I hadn't upset him.

"Okay," he whispered, giving me a light peck before moving down to suck on my neck. At the same time, he started grinding his cock against me, making me moan softly in return. He still had his pants on but I could feel how hard he was.

I wrapped my legs around his back, and he groaned against my neck. I was definitely going to have a hickey tomorrow.

"Sweetie...I've been wondering," he murmured against my skin as his hand slipped inside my panties.

"Mmm, wondering what?" I was moving my hips against his thumb that was on my clit. His fingers slid down my slit and back to my asshole, carrying my juices to it.

"Have you ever had anal sex?" he asked as he circled a thumb on my clit and a finger on my virgin asshole, dipping it in just barely. His hard cock was pressed against my inner thighs.

"Ohh." His thumb flicking on my clit felt so good, but his finger in my asshole was a strange sensation. "Um, anal? No, mm, I haven't. It feels...weird."

"Weird how?" His thumb had stopped moving on my clit and he dipped his finger into my asshole, using my juices as lubricant.

"Oh no!" I yelped. "That went in a lot!"

He chuckled. "A lot? It's just the tip of my finger."

"Oh..."

"John?" He looked down at me. His eyes were mesmerizing. I placed a hand on his cheek and he smiled at my touch, tilting his head slightly to kiss my palm. "Can't we just have regular sex?" I sounded so desperate. And I was. I wanted him to just fuck me.

"Baby," he said. He pushed his finger deeper, then back out to my pussy to gather more of my juices, and then slid it back into my asshole, a bit deeper this time. It felt weird and I squirmed a bit. His cock was throbbing against my thighs. "Let me fuck your ass. Let me be your first."

I bit my lip. My ex too had asked me for anal, but I had refused. But with John, sex always felt great, even when I didn't want to do it.

"What if it hurts?"

"I know it's your first time, baby." He braced a hand on the couch and lifted himself up to pull his cock out of his pants. Oh shit, I'd forgotten that his cock was a lot bigger than his finger. A lot wider and longer. "I won't continue if it hurts."

"You promise?"

"Yes, baby,"

His finger had felt so tight in my ass. Could I really take his cock? Would he really stop if it hurt me?

He grabbed the ends of my panties and then, as if they were a piece of paper, he ripped them so there was a gaping hole in them with access to my holes. "Wait, John, what are you -?"

"Shh baby, I'll buy you another pair." He lifted up both my legs by the ankles so my toes were pointing to the ceiling and lined his cock up at my slit to gather up my juices before moving it to my asshole.

"John, wait, I don't know if I can - " I sucked in a sharp breath as he nudged his cock at my asshole. "OH my god. You're way too big. John, John!"

He didn't even glance at me. His eyes were entirely zeroed in on my asshole as his breathing turned heavy. His grip on my ankles tightened as he forced his cock in.

"Uhh...it's not going in John," I whined as he pushed his throbbing cock further inside my asshole. "It's too big."

"Shit. It's insane how tight your ass is." He took a deep breath. "Baby? It's going to hurt now for a second, okay? But I promise it'll feel better soon."

I was about to tell him I changed my mind, but just then he shoved the head of his cock in and I screamed.

"Oh, fuck. Sorry, baby." He was huffing slightly now. "Damn. That's a tight ass."

"Nngh, John, no it burns. I don't think we...uhh...we shouldn't do this - "

"It's already in, baby." He was barely moving his cock, but it was so tightly nestled in my asshole that I felt every little sensation. He placed my calves on his shoulders so my legs were hanging over his back, and braced his palm on the couch, pushing his weight forward so his cock stretched my asshole a bit wider.

"John! It - ngh, it just feels so...weird. I feel full. I don't...I don't like it."

"Full?"

"So full - oh, GOD!" I cried as he kept pushing his weight forward. "John! What are you doing?!"

"You're clenching, baby. Relax," he was speaking through gritted teeth. He sounded a bit frustrated. I didn't want him to be mad, but I wanted to tell him that it was hurting. I had never had anal before, so he couldn't slide his cock in easily and he had to keep shoving to get in deeper.

I tried to pull myself up to make it easier for me but he placed a hand on my belly, pinning me to the couch. "John? John. It hurts. You told me - ah! - that you'd stop if it hurts!"

"It'll feel better soon, baby, just relax."

"John - ngh - please?" I gave up trying to tell him what to do, but maybe he would listen if I asked nicely. "Please - ughh - please stop?"

"Stop...? Fuck, sweetie, your asshole is squeezing the fuck out of my cock," he muttered as he continued to shove into my hole even though it really wasn't letting him go any deeper. "If I'd known your ass was this tight...shit, I would have fucked it the first night you slept here."

Then he pulled his cock out and I felt an immense wave of relief, until he rammed it back in. "Agh!" I cried, tears pricking my eyes. "John...you're hurting me, please, uhh, please," I tried in vain to lift his hand up from my belly but he was so strong. I shouldn't have trusted his words.

He was completely ignoring me. He just kept groaning under his breath, holding my thighs to his chest with my legs still dangling over his back. His eyes were fixated on his cock pounding in and out of my ass.

"Ohh! John!" I tried to get his attention as his cock kept hammering my asshole, because - "I have to pee. I'm serious!"

"What?" He finally looked at me with his blue eyes and ink-black wide pupils. He kept rocking his cock in my asshole as he spoke, making my urge to pee even worse. "You have to pee?"

"Mhm, yeah - ohh - I don't, I'm sorry, I can't - " I gasped and moaned, my body shuddering as the feeling of needing to pee was replaced by something else. I had never felt anything like it. It was like an orgasm but much more intense and I felt it all the way from my core to the tips of my fingers. "Oh god...oh my god." My eyes fluttered closed and my hands dropped down to my sides. My body was still feeling the waves of the orgasm when I felt John pull his cock out.

"Woah, sweetie," he said, lowering himself down next to me. "That was...wow. You okay?"

I groaned in return. I was in heaven, I think. But he hadn't cum, had he? Why did he pull out? "John, you didn't...?" I could only manage that much. I hope he understood the rest.

"It's okay, sweetie, I'll finish with my hand."

"...sure?" I was glad. I felt so, so tired.Thank you. I couldn't muster the energy to say it out loud, but I meant it.

Then...I had a dream. Like those dreams you have when you're half awake and half asleep.

I was in the spa. In a jacuzzi, all naked, and I felt something blunt and hot press against my hole. Not my asshole, my pussy. Even though it was a dream, it all felt so real.

I heard a man groan softly and then I felt something warm and liquidy enter my hole. It was probably the jacuzzi stream.

And then I heard the man again. He was right next to me, actually. He whispered something in my ear, but I got distracted as I felt more warm liquid enter me. I couldn't look at the man. I couldn't even be bothered. I felt myself cum again. I was in so much bliss.