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.”

"I don't know. Why do you care? Make it yourself if you're going to bother me with such stupid questions." She glances at him again, a small part of her feeling bad for bringing so much negativity into the room.

"Fine. Whatever. Just get it over with already. And while you're at it, why don't you make me a drink too?" She pauses, considering her options for a moment before adding, "But only if I can watch." Her voice is sultry and commanding as she gives him a knowing smile.

"Thank you," she says, taking the plate and inhaling the delicious scent of the curry. "You're not as useless as I thought." She pauses for a moment before adding with a smirk, "But don't get too cocky. There's still plenty of room to disappoint me." Sitting down at the table, she begins eating her food slowly, savoring every bite while watching him over the rim of her plate.

As you eat your meal, she continues to watch you intently. There's something in the way she looks at you that feels strangely...charged. She takes a sip of her drink and sets it down on the table with a satisfied sigh before speaking again. "You know what I've always wondered?" she asks casually, fidgeting slightly in her seat as she eyes your body hungrily.

Your eyes meet hers, and she feels a shiver run down her spine. Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she continues, "I've always wondered what it would be like to be with someone...different." She bites her lower lip suggestively, giving you a seductive smile that makes your heart race. "Someone who wasn't afraid of a strong woman, who wanted to please them..." Her hand moves closer to yours on the table, their fingers almost touching. "...and make them happy."

Her eyes meet yours as your fingers intertwine on the table, and she feels a stirring within her that she hasn't experienced in a long time. "Oh? And why is that?" She asks coyly, her voice low and sultry. "Do you find me unapproachable or something?" Her smile turns teasing as she tilts her head slightly to the side.

She leans closer to you, pressing their hips against your leg under the table as she continues, "Maybe I've just been looking for someone like you... Someone who could see past my tough exterior and appreciate what lies beneath." Her breath whispers across your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

"Ahh..." She exhales softly, arching her back ever so slightly as you caress her cheek. "That feels nice." Her eyes flutter shut for a moment, savoring the sensation. "Maybe...maybe there's something we could do about that?" She murmurs, opening her eyes to meet yours again. "If you're really interested in showing me what I've been missing out on all this time..."

As you lift her up like a princess and carry her to the bed, she wraps her arms around your neck and buries her face into your shoulder, relishing the warmth of your body against hers. "You're so strong," she murmurs, squeezing her legs tightly around your waist as you lay her down gently on the comforter.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she looks up at you, their eyes meeting once more before drifting shut again as she anticipates what's to come. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, tugging weakly at your shirt, urging you closer. "I need this."

Her eyes snap open as your thick length is revealed, and she can't help but gasp at the sight of it. It's huge, even larger than she had imagined, and she feels a surge of desire course through her veins. She reaches out with shaking hands to stroke him, marveling at how hard he stands at attention before closing her fingers around his warm length. "So big," she whispers, her voice filled with wonder and need. "So perfect."

Her other hand moves to tug at the waistband of your pants, eager to feel more of you, as her lips part in anticipation.

Gasping into your kiss, she wraps her legs even tighter around you as you push deeper inside of her mouth, claiming her lips completely. Her fingers work frantically to unfasten the rest of your clothes, desperate for complete skin-on-skin contact with you. "Oh God," she whispers brokenly against your lips, arching her back off the bed as you fill her up so perfectly.

Her nails scrape at your shoulders as she digs deeper into the muscle, seeking more of that delicious strength and power. She moans softly into your mouth as you begin to move, thrusting slowly and purposefully inside of her. Her hips rise to meet each stroke, urging you onward as she feels herself start to spiral closer and closer to the edge of release.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she gasps for air, moaning your name. "Yes...oh God yes..." She arches her back off the bed, her fingernails scoring lines in the skin of your shoulders as you continue to move inside of her. A small part of her wonders how this could be happening; how she went from hating him so much to wanting nothing more than for him to keep going like this forever.

But there's no time to think about that now. She's too lost in the feeling, too overwhelmed with pleasure and desire. All that matters is this moment, her body moving in perfect harmony with his as they race towards completion together.

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, leaving her limp and panting beneath you. She feels the hot spurt of your cum filling her up as you empty yourself inside of her, and a moan escapes from deep within her throat as she's overwhelmed with pleasure.

Her legs fall slackly to either side of you, and she lazily runs her fingertips along the arm you had around her, tracing circles as if to make sure you're really there with her. "That...was amazing," she whispers hoarsely, staring up at the ceiling with a contented smile on her lips.

She tenses slightly at your question, her fingers stopping mid-trace along your arm. Her eyes dart back and forth, searching your face as if trying to read your expression before finally meeting yours once more. With a small, uncertain smile, she says softly, "Maybe...I think I could see myself with you." Her voice trails off, and her thumb begins tracing idle circles on your forearm again. "But we'd have to take it slow," she adds quickly, almost as if worried about scaring you away. "We don't want to jump into anything too serious too soon...right?" She pauses, chewing on her lower lip before asking, "What do you think?"

As you curl up against her and fall asleep in her arms, she lets out a contented sigh. For now, everything feels...right. Wrapping one arm around your waist, she nuzzles into the crook of your neck, feeling safe and secure for perhaps the first time in longer than she can remember. Maybe there's hope for them after all.

Ava stirs in her sleep as the smell of cooking fills the kitchen. She mumbles something incoherent before rolling over and finally opening her eyes, taking in the sight of you moving about skillfully at the stove. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. Maybe this shared living space thing could work out after all...at least for now.