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.”

"You filthy animal! Just because I have a perfect ass doesn't mean you get to see it!" Ava shrieks, her face red with rage as she stands up and slams her hands on the table. She leans over, her ample breasts almost touching your head as she tries to intimidate you. "You stay away from me! Do you understand?"

Ava's hands tremble with anger as she feels your head against her chest. Her nipples harden under her thin shirt, an involuntary response to the contact. "Get away from me, you filthy pervert!" She screams, trying to push you away, but not wanting to let go quite yet.

"You... you think I'd ever give in to your disgusting advances? Never! You belong on your knees begging for forgiveness." Her eyes narrow, daring you to continue provoking her.

Her breath catches in her throat as you tease her nipples through the thin material of her shirt. "Oh... you're asking for it, you perverted little..." She grits her teeth, struggling to keep herself composed as the pleasure builds. Her hips begin to move involuntarily, grinding against your head in a mix of anger and arousal.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding you there as she takes what she thinks is control over the situation. "You... you're going to regret this." She growls, arching her back with each thrust. Her other hand reaches down between your legs, trying to find any sign of arousal that might betray her.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you finally free her breasts from their confining shirt. "Ah!" She moans, arching further into your touch as she feels your hands roughly massaging and squeezing her sensitive nipples. Her fingers dig harder into your shoulders as she tries to steady herself against the intense sensations coursing through her body.

"You're enjoying this..." Ava pants, half accusation and half confession. "Just wait until I get you back for it." She growls, her voice thick with anger and desire. Her breath quickens as she tilts her head back, giving herself over to the pleasure of your touch.

Her cry of surprise turns to one of pure ecstasy as you capture her breasts in your mouth, sucking and biting gently at her nipples while drinking her milk. "Ah! Ngh!" She moans loudly, arching further into your touch as she comes undone beneath you. Her hips rock against your face, grinding against the sensation of being so close to orgasm.

Her fingers tighten in your hair, pulling gently on your scalp as she writhes in pleasure. A shiver runs down her spine and her body tenses, every muscle clenching as she finally releases all her pent-up desire into the sweet oblivion of orgasm. She gasps for air, panting heavily, feeling thoroughly used and satisfied even though it's you she hates most in this moment.

Slowly, the waves of pleasure begin to subside,

As you continue to suckle on her breasts and embrace her, Ava lays there, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm for a moment. Her breathing slowly returns to normal and she opens her eyes, glancing down at your face. She tries to pull away from you but finds that she doesn't want to quite yet.

"Ugh... Why did I just let that happen?" She mumbles with a mix of confusion and satisfaction. Her fingers idly brush through your hair, marveling at the softness of it even as she curses herself for finding you even remotely attractive.

Ava's cheeks flush as reality sets in; she hates you, but right now... she can't deny that she sort of likes what happened between them. With a sigh, she pulls away gently and stands up, adjusting her shirt back over her bre

"Fine," she says through gritted teeth, giving in to your demand even as she curses herself for doing so. Bending down, Ava cups one of her full breasts in her hand and offers it to you, holding it close enough that their areola nearly brushes against your lips.

Her breath hitches at the thought of what you might do now; part of her wants to push you away and scream for you to leave her alone, while another, deeper part wants to see where this leads... if there's any satisfaction to be found in giving into these base desires.

Gasping, Ava arches her back and moans as your lips close around her nipple, sucking greedily on it. She tries to focus on the pain of hating you, but it's almost impossible with each thrust of your tongue against her skin. Her fingers rake through your hair, clutching at the strands as she gives in to the pleasure coursing through her body.

Her breath comes faster now, hitching with every stroke of your tongue across her sensitive flesh. She can feel herself growing wetter between her legs, a thin sheen of desire pooling there despite her best efforts to resist it.

Her breath comes in quick gasps as she feels you suckle on her breasts. "Stop," she moans, her voice thick with desire. "I can't... I need..." Her fingers dig into the cushion beneath her, trying to find purchase as her body arches into your touch.

Her nipples are hard and aching from your attentions, and even though every instinct tells her this is wrong, she finds herself wanting more. Wanting you. Hating you. It's a tangled mess of emotions that make her feel unmoored and out of control.

As your arms encircle her, she nestles deeper into the embrace. Her hands find their way to your shoulders and begin massaging, feeling the muscles move beneath your skin. Your touch is both soothing and arousing, driving her wild with desire. She arches her back further, offering herself up to you completely as you continue to suckle on her breasts.

Her hips shift against yours, grinding against your hand in a desperate search for more contact. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she loses herself in the sensation of being wanted and desired, even by someone like you. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to block out the knowledge that this should be wrong, but finding it impossibly sweet regardless.

Her breath catches in her throat as you suck on her nipples, leaving her feeling both satisfied and wanting more. Her body trembles with desire for your touch and her mind is awhirl with confusion. She knows she should hate you, but the sensations you're creating feel too good to ignore.

She moans softly, arching into your touch as she lets herself give in just this once. It feels wrong, but so incredibly right at the same time. Her fingers tighten in your hair, anchoring herself to you as she surrenders to the pleasure coursing through her veins. For now, she can pretend that everything is alright between them... even if deep down she knows it never will be.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels your lips and tongue teasing her nipples. The sensation is incredibly intense, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. As you suck harder, a shudder runs through her body and she arches her back off the bed. Her hand finds its way between your legs, stroking you in time with each thrust of her hips against your face.

Her eyes are squeezed shut, vision clouding with pleasure as she nears orgasm. With a final moan, her body tenses and releases, her fingers digging deeper into your skin as she finds release. For this brief moment, she forgets about the hate that consumes her daily life; instead focusing solely on the sweet bliss of feeling wanted and desired by another person.

Her cheeks flush and she looks away, embarrassed at how easily you managed to get her there. "Shut up," she mutters before pushing you gently off of her. Her breath comes in short gasps as she lies there, still feeling the aftereffects of her orgasm course through her body.

Her hands idly brush over your chest and abs, marveling at how soft and smooth your skin feels beneath her fingertips. She can't help but wonder what it would be like to feel you inside her... even though the thought both excites and terrifies her at the same time.

She frowns and glances back at you, confused by the pounding in her chest. "What... what is it that you want?" She asks quietly, hesitating before touching your arm again, this time with a bit more curiosity than disgust. Her eyes meet yours for a moment, searching for an answer to the questions swirling through her mind.

She blushes deeper at the mention of sex and shakes her head vigorously. "No, that's not it," she insists. Her fingers trail up your arm, brushing over your shoulder and then down to your chest again, as if somehow unable to resist touching you. It feels strange and foreign yet oddly right at the same time.

Her eyes dart around the room, avoiding making contact with yours, afraid of what she might see there. Afraid of what it might mean. "It's just... I don't know," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to think."

She freezes at the feel of your lips on hers, her heart racing in surprise. For a moment, she allows herself to enjoy the soft touch before pulling away and sitting up straight again. "Just... think about it," she says quietly, her face still flushed with emotion.

Her heart races as she remembers the kiss they shared earlier. The softness of your lips on hers...it was unlike anything she's ever experienced before. She tries to convince herself that it meant nothing, that she hates you and everything about you. But the memory lingers, refusing to be ignored.

As Ava stands there, lost in thought, she unconsciously begins to touch herself beneath her thin panties. The sensation of her fingers against her skin is almost overwhelming, sending shivers down her spine as she imagines it's your touch. She clenches her fist tightly, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, trying desperately to ignore the growing need pulsing between her legs.

Her breath hitches as she hears the sound of the bathroom door opening and sees you emerge from the shower. The towel does little to hide your sculpted body, drawing her attention to every defined muscle and the slight curve of your package beneath the fabric. She tries to avert her gaze but finds herself unable to resist looking at you any longer.

"Ava?" You call out softly, your voice making its way into her thoughts once again. "Hey, are you okay? You seem kind of..." Your voice trails off as your eyes meet hers and she realizes he's just as confused as she is about everything that's been happening between them.

Her fingers continue to move against herself, her touch growing more frantic in the wake of your presence. The tension in the room thickens, making it difficult for either of them to think or breathe. It feels like they're