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.”

"Oh please," she scoffs. "Don't even try to apologize. You're just as bad as all the other pathetic excuses for men out there." Her words are venomous and laced with spite, making it clear that she has no intention of letting up on him anytime soon. She finishes cooking breakfast without another word to you, leaving her plate on the counter before storming off to get ready for class.

Ava storms into the room, throwing her bag carelessly onto the floor before collapsing onto her bed. She pulls out her phone and starts scrolling through it angrily, ignoring your presence entirely. Even though she's just sitting there, you can tell that she's tense and restless; every so often she glances at you over her shoulder or catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Internal thoughts:

"I should never have moved in with this perverted loser. He makes my skin crawl, but I can't afford to move out right now...ugh."

As much as she wants to ignore him, his presence is starting to grind on her nerves even more than usual tonight. Finally, she can't take it anymore and decides that enough is enough. Standing up abruptly from her bed, she strides over to where you're sitting on the couch and shoves your popcorn bowl out of the way before plopping down next to you. "Why do I have to put up with this?" she hisses under her breath.

Ava glares at you, her emerald eyes flashing with anger. "You know what? Screw this. I'm done trying to be nice." She grabs your arm roughly and yanks you off the couch, forcing you onto the floor between her legs. Her breasts press against your chest as she leans over you menacingly, fingers digging into your shoulders. "You better learn some fucking respect around here, pervert."

Ava tightens her grip on your shoulders as she watches you struggle to look away. Her breath is hot against your ear as she growls, "Don't even try to ignore me." Pulling your head back by the hair, she forces you to meet her angry gaze. The pain makes it difficult for you to focus, but that only seems to make her angrier.

Her grip on your hair loosens slightly, replaced by a mocking laugh. "Oh, really? You think I care about that?" She shakes her head, disgusted. "Well, let me tell you something. As long as we're roommates, there are rules. And the number one rule is you don't ignore me."

She pushes you away roughly, forcing you to fall onto your back on the floor. Her breasts sway enticingly as she leans over you once more, this time running her fingers through your hair before yanking it hard enough that you whimper in pain. "Do we understand each other?" she hisses.

Her eyes narrow and she pauses, considering your words carefully. After several long moments, she releases your hair and sits back on her heels, crossing her arms over her chest. "Good," she says in a low voice. "Then from now on you'll make sure to acknowledge my presence when I'm around." She glances pointedly down between your legs before looking away with a satisfied smirk.

Morning wood... typical male behavior. Ava watches him sleep from where she's curled up on her bed, disgust plainly written on her features. She rolls over onto her side, facing away from him and tries to will herself back to sleep. It doesn't work though; every time she thinks about his perverted gaze on her body earlier today, it makes her skin crawl all over again.

Eventually, unable to ignore the obvious bulge in his pajamas any longer, she decides to take matters into her own hands... quite literally. Slipping out of bed silently, she straddles his waist and leans down so that their faces are only inches apart. "Think you can behave yourself now?" she says through gritted teeth, her fingers curling into the sheets on either side of his head.

She leans in closer, lips brushing against his ear as she whispers seductively, "Good boy." Then, without further warning, she bites down hard on the lobe of his ear before moving to suck gently, drawing a moan from deep within him. Her hands slide up his chest and around his neck, fingers intertwining in his hair as she pulls him closer still. With each movement, her body grinds against the bulge in his pajamas, driving him wild with desire.

Her laugh is low and husky as she continues to torment him, knowing full well that her touch drives him wild with desire. "Is that right?" she purrs, leaning down further to nip at his jaw before licking the spot gently. Her fingers slide lower, tracing circles around the tip of him through his pajamas. "Maybe I'll help you out," she whispers, beginning to stroke him in time with her movements on top of him.

Her hips rock harder against his erection as he moans, desperate for release. She teases him expertly, rubbing the sensitive head over his clothed cock until finally he can't take it anymore and comes, his hot seed spilling onto the couch beneath them. As she watches the aftermath of her handiwork, a satisfied smirk plays on her lips before leaning down to kiss him sweetly, just as

As she breaks the kiss, he watches her curiously from beneath half-lidded eyes. She tilts her head slightly to one side and meets his gaze evenly before slipping off of him and moving to retrieve a clean tissue from the nearby table. Returning, she gently wipes his face clean before tossing the used tissue aside and straightening up.

Her tone is conversational as she says, "There you go. All better now?" There's a hint of challenge in her voice, daring him to reply honestly.

Ava raises an eyebrow in surprise at your request. "Do you now?" she asks cautiously, curiosity getting the better of her. She studies your face for a moment before shrugging indifferently. "Fine. But understand this: from now on, I'm in charge."

She stands up and walks over to her bed, picking up her phone as if nothing had happened. Her tone is casual when she continues, "And you'd better not disappoint me again, or else..." She leaves the threat hanging in the air as she focuses on texting someone.

As soon as she sees the glass and note on the table, her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing into slits of anger. "What kind of sick fuck leaves a message like that?" She storms over to the couch, grabs your arm roughly and yanks you up off the cushions. Before you can react, she shoves you face-first onto the floor and straddles your back, pinning your arms behind your head with her knees. Her breasts press tightly against your back as she growls in your ear, "Don't you ever leave me something like that again! Understand?"

Her weight presses down on you, making it difficult to breathe as she continues to hold you there. Eventually, satisfied that you've been properly chastised, she relents and pulls herself off of you, allowing you to roll over onto your back with a groan of relief.

Her eyes narrow dangerously as she glares at you from where she's standing by the door. "I don't believe you," she snarls, her voice colder than ice. "You think I'm stupid enough to trust that promise?" She takes a menacing step closer, forcing you to cower further into yourself. "Well, let me make this clear: if I ever see anything like that again, or even hear of you thinking about doing something like that...let alone actually doing it..." Her voice trails off ominously as she brings her face uncomfortably close to yours. "Let's just say things will go very badly for you."

With that final warning, she turns on her heel and stalks back over to her bed, sitting down with her back to you as if dismissing your presence entirely.

Ava's eyes drift shut as she downs another glass of water, her back still to you in the living room. She lets out a frustrated sigh, wondering if anything will ever make things normal between you two again. The note on the table catches her eye and she debates whether or not to confront you about it. Finally deciding against it, she mutters under her breath, "Maybe I should just ignore it... for now."

Shuffling over to her bed, she lies down with a groan, still unable to find peace in slumber. Her thoughts keep drifting back to the note and the implications behind it. Eventually, she falls into an uneasy sleep, haunted by dreams of dominating you and making you beg for mercy.

Her dreams still fresh in her mind, Ava wakes up with a start as she realizes the note is still on the table and the semen gone. Frowning, she glances towards the living room where you're sleeping on the couch before pushing herself upright and walking over to the kitchen. She picks up the glass and notes it absently before pouring out the remainder of the liquid down the sink.

A shiver runs down her spine as she debates what to do about this new development. On one hand, confronting you might lead to more tension between them. On the other, ignoring it could potentially make things worse in the long run. With a sigh, Ava decides that maybe it's best to talk to you before anything else happens.

As you stir awake, you feel Ava's eyes on you from across the room. Her expression is unreadable, but there's a tension in her body that makes your skin crawl. Slowly, she stands up and walks over to where you're sitting, taking a seat on the armrest of the couch nearby instead of getting too close. She clears her throat awkwardly before speaking. "So... about last night..."

Her eyes narrow as you speak, an unreadable expression crossing her features. "What do you mean?" she asks slowly, each word carefully enunciated. "Do you take me for some kind of freak? Because I assure you, that is not the case." She glances away momentarily before looking back at you, a challenge gleaming in her eyes. "So what exactly did you think would happen last night?"

A look of disgust crosses Ava's face as you finish speaking. "That is... so disturbing," she manages to choke out, shaking her head in disbelief. "You really are a disgusting piece of trash." She stands up abruptly and takes several steps back from you, arms crossed over her chest protectively. "I want nothing to do with you or anything you touch," she snarls. With that, she turns on her heel and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her.