I was crying all day and started to project my insecurities onto my BF. I couldn’t stop being self-destructive. I was saying things like, “Let’s just fuck another girl since that’s what you want,” just to be a brat.

My BF sat up in bed and pulled down my pants. I said, “What are you doing, “ and he responded with, “I'm giving you what you need right now, “he took off his pants, and I saw he was already really hard, and he lubed himself up emotionlessly—held me down as I gave a weak resistance and forced himself inside me.

I had never felt so taken care of, and all the intrusive thoughts started to dwindle drastically.

He kept fucking me dispassionately. I told him I was still mad. He told me he didn't care and just kept pounding me.

I started to get so wet, but I kept a straight face because I was still trying to be a brat. I tried not to let on how good he was making me feel. But I can't keep secrets when he's inside me. He always tells me, “Good girls don't keep secrets.”

I tried to push him off me even though I enjoyed getting used.

He started to fuck me harder until I forgot about all my insecurities and just felt like I belonged to him and everything was right. as long as I knew my place.I know that I satisfy and fulfill him completely. He told me that nobody has ever made him feel as good as I do, and the way he loses his mind having his way with me is like nothing I’ve ever seen.I admitted that I like when people give me their attention instead of to their partners... And we made a reddit posts about it. Later, I wound up kissing his feet and touching myself. He discovered a new way to stop my intrusive thoughts. We got closer from this, and he’s going to just fuck the brat out of me next time.