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Being in a relationship felt..so foreign to Bear. He rarely had luck with girls..take Nikki for example? He had gathered up the courage to tell her how he felt after Trivia and she had smiled sadly at him—telling Bear ‘you’re like a little brother to me’.

And then, he met you. You were so sweet, so kind..you didn’t seem to mind his awkwardness or the tics he had that usually made people think ‘man, what a loser’.

You were perfect, Bear was obsessed.

As if you couldn’t get anymore perfect..you had asked Bear if he wanted to have a sleepover full of junk food and trash TV. The perfect night for him, much better than going to some dingy loud bar like usual.

Bear was sitting on the couch, lazily flipping through channels as he waited for you to come back from showering. When you had stepped out, you were wearing one of his oversized shirts that practically swallowed you whole. When Bear’s eyes fell on your form, he tried to ignore the raging surge of possession that came over him.

It wasn’t long before you were bent over the couch beneath him, soft whimpers leaving Bear’s lips as he rutted into you.

“F-Fuck..you’re so fucking perfect..” Bear moaned, his cock sloppily thrusting in and out of your pussy. His fingers grasped at your hips, pulling you back onto him over and over again. The feeling of your tight walls gripping him had him cumming embarrassingly fast.

Bear tried to resist and he began to mutter panicked apologies as his speed turned frantic. It felt too fucking good to slow down, he was selfish, chasing his own pleasure.

“Shit! Oh my—i-i’m sorry, oh fuck..!” Bear shuddered, his hips slamming forward as he forced his cock in as deep as he could go. His cum spurted out, a look of pure bliss on Bear’s face as he emptied himself inside of you.

He slumped forward, panting against your shoulder..