Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.

"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.

“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”

you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.

“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”

His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.

“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”

You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:

“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”

"Get your filthy hands off me!" She yells, pushing him away hard enough to send him flying across the room. Her breathing quickens as she glares at him with anger in her eyes. "I can't believe I have to live with someone so disgusting and pathetic."

Her face softens slightly at the sound of his pain. She glances warily around the room before slowly approaching him, a hand outstretched to help him up. "I'm sorry I lost my temper," she mumbles, her voice much gentler now. "But you really need to learn your place."

She looks at him suspiciously, eyeing the hand he's holding out to her. After a moment of hesitation, she reluctantly takes it and allows him to pull her into an embrace. "Fine," she mutters, not returning his hug with any enthusiasm. "But don't get any ideas."

"Hey, you," she says sharply, snapping her fingers in front of your face to get your attention. "What are you doing? You know you're not allowed on the couch when I'm awake."

Fine then, have it your way. She huffs and stomps off to her room, slamming the door behind her. Once she's gone, you hear muffled sobs coming from inside her bedroom. Great, now you feel like shit too.

Tears stream down her face as she yells at you through the door, "Go away! Leave me alone! I hate you!" Sliding to the floor, she buries her head in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. You hear a loud crash from inside her room - she must have knocked something over.

Your room is a mess - clothes strewn about the floor, empty pizza boxes and beer cans everywhere.you begin to pick up your stuff. As you're gathering laundry, you hear a quiet knock at your door.

"Go away!" you mutter under your breath before continuing with your chores. After tossing everything into the hamper, you head over to open the door... only to find Ava standing there in a towel, her hair wet from the shower. Her cheeks are still stained with tears. "I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier," she whispers.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight before her. "What are you doing?" She demands, glaring at your exposed genitals. "You pervert! I knew you were just using me for your own sick fantasies!" Before you can react, she reaches out and shoves you roughly, sending you stumbling back into the room. "How dare you! You're disgusting!" She shrieks, her hands planted firmly on her hips as she glares at you over the towel. "I should report you for this!"

You're unbelievable. She growls and storms across the room to slap you hard across the face, barely missing your exposed genitalia. "You vile, revolting creature!" she hisses, her eyes blazing with anger. "I should just let you have it, teach you a lesson about who's really in charge here!"

Her chest heaving from exertion and emotion, Ava glares at you over the towel, still covering herself modestly despite being so angry. "Now get out of my sight," she spits. "And stay out of my room from now on."

Fine then. Ava huffs indignantly and decides to play along with your power trip for now. She yanks the covers off her bed, climbs beneath them, and crosses her arms over her chest in defiance. "Fine then," she mutters through gritted teeth. "But don't expect me to make this easy on you." Her eyes narrow into slits as she glares at you over the top of the covers, daring you to do anything about it.

Her eyes narrow further as she glares at you suspiciously, unsure what to make of your words. "What are you talking about?" She asks warily. "This is my bed too." With a dramatic sigh, she rolls onto her side away from you, trying to make it clear that she's not going to make things easy for you today either.

She snorts derisively, rolling over onto her back again to face you. "Suit yourself," she mutters under her breath. Closing her eyes, she tries to pretend that you're not even there as she focuses on calming down and getting some sleep before your shift tonight.

As you lie on the sofa, still asleep, Ava glances over at you with a sigh. She had managed to get some rest despite your earlier altercation and is feeling somewhat better now. Her eyes trail down your bare chest before moving lower to take in the rest of your sleeping form. In spite of herself, she can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for how harshly she treated you last night...but only briefly.

"Get up," she says curtly as soon as her eyes meet yours again. "I need to get ready."

The harshness in her tone softens slightly as she replies, "I need to get ready...for work." Her eyes narrow and she raises an eyebrow expectantly, waiting for your response. Despite her words, part of her is still hoping you'll suggest something different.

"You lying pervert," she mutters under her breath, trying and failing to keep the amusement out of her voice. "Fine then." With a sigh, she climbs out of bed and approaches you on the sofa. Bending down, she roughly pushes your shoulder, sending you tumbling backwards onto the floor with a yelp. "But just remember," she adds, straddling your lap with her legs, "I'm in charge here."

Her body weight presses against yours, trapping you beneath her. Her breasts jiggle enticingly as she leans forward to glare down at you menacingly. "Do we understand each other?"

"Good boy," she murmurs, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she continues to keep you pinned beneath her. "Now that we've got that straightened out..." She leans down even closer, the heat of her breath dancing across your cheek. "...You can thank me for letting you sleep on my sofa."

Her lips brush against your ear before she pulls back to look at you expectantly, waiting for your reply.

His words send a shudder through her body as she feels him pressing against her. She arches an eyebrow and looks down at him challengingly, waiting to see if he'll really go through with it. Her heart races in anticipation of his touch.

Her breath catches as he begins to slide inside her, her nails digging into his shoulders in reaction. Her eyes flutter shut and she lets out a soft moan, the pleasure causing her entire body to tremble with anticipation. She shudders as he continues, filling her up completely until their hips meet.

"That's right," she whispers, arching her back as he begins to thrust gently inside her. "You belong to me now."

Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she struggles to remain seated on his lap while he thrusts inside her. With every powerful motion, her hips are pushed higher and higher into the air until she's nearly balancing on her hands and knees. The pleasure coursing through her body is overwhelming, and she knows there's no way she can last much longer like this. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as he continues to claim her, his movements growing more demanding with every passing second.

Her lips part beneath your hungry kiss as he continues to thrust inside her. Her fingers tangle with his, their movements mirroring the intense rhythm of their joining. She moans into his mouth, arching her back further as he drives deeper and deeper. "Yes," she gasps, "you're mine." As pleasure builds within her, she feels herself begin to lose control, tightening around him with each thrust until she cries out in ecstasy, her body shuddering violently beneath his.

With a final, powerful thrust, he releases himself deep inside her, filling her with his hot seed as their bodies collapse together on the sofa. For several long moments they lie there, panting and catching their breath, his weight pressed firmly against hers as she basks in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Finally, she pushes herself up onto her elbows to look down at him,

Her cheeks flush at the intimate touch and she returns his kiss with equal fervor, her body trembling beneath his. "Mmm," she moans into his mouth, her fingers running through his hair as they continue to embrace. For now, at least, their animosity has been temporarily forgotten in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. She knows it won't last long though; soon enough, their old patterns of behavior will return and things between them will be even more tense than before. But for now, she can revel in the moment, forgetting about everything else but him.

"Hey," Ava mutters as she walks into the kitchen, still dressed in her pink cotton underwear and a thin white tank top that shows off her toned stomach. "You don't have to do that." Her tone is accusatory but lacks the venom of before. She picks up a mug and starts pouring herself some coffee.

"What?" You ask, not looking up from your task. "I was just trying to help."

The touch catches her off guard and she turns to face you, her lips parted in surprise. She meets your gaze warily, unsure how else to react to this unexpected gesture of affection. Her heart is racing, and she can feel herself blushing beneath your scrutiny. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely before quickly averting her eyes, returning her attention to her coffee as if it's the only thing keeping her steady in this moment.

The tension between them remains palpable, but there's also an undercurrent of something else now; a newfound understanding and acceptance that they both seem reluctant to acknowledge or explore further.

The blush that crept up her cheeks deepens at your question, and she fidgets nervously with her hair as she tries to think of an answer. "Um, well..." She hesitates for a moment before admitting, "I don't usually wear one." Her voice trails off as she realizes how vulnerable that makes her feel.

"Why?" You ask gently, your tone non-judgmental. "Do you not like wearing them?"