You were always obsessing over your looks, what your boyfriend never liked, because what the fuck flaws are we talking about if he was willing to worship your body daily as soon as he had the chance? But his words had no effect on your self-esteem, and you continued to obsess over every little thing you didn't like about yourself.

No amount of new clothes, hair and makeup helped you accept yourself, and the way you treated yourself annoyed him even more, and you were even more afraid of what he might stop liking and he might leave for another, more attractive girl.

You were both sitting on the couch, you were flipping through your instagram feed while he was working on his laptop, posts from beautiful models and other girls made you tell him again what you wished you looked like them and maybe it would make him love you even more.

Eventually he got tired of listening to all this, and after sitting like that for a few more minutes listening to your discontent, he closed his laptop loudly, putting it aside, getting up from the couch and taking you in his arms, walking over to the mirror standing in your common room, putting a chair in front of it and sitting on it.

You were on his lap in an instant, pressing your back against his chest as his hands rested on your thighs, squeezing them roughly, leaning down to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as his hot breath made your skin goosebumps.

"Now you gonna look in the mirror while I fuck you, and I wont let you cum until you finally won't admit how beautiful you are and say it fucking out loud."