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Stressed Out ~ Brustoff

Not a request...

(Ben dominant, Denis submissive.)

Read this is a Ukrainian accent to give it character!

Denis's POV

⚠Slight Sexual Content⚠

My dig my nails into Ben's back as he hits something inside of me. "F-fuck, right there!" I say. He begins quickening his pace, hitting that spot every single time. It makes me feel weak with pleasure.

"B-Ben, I-I'm close," I moan out after a few minutes of intense pleasure. He grunts in reply. I pant slightly as I dig my nails into his back once again.

Ben bites down on my shoulder and I moan. Then, it happens. The both of us release at the same time, me screaming Ben's name. He gently kisses me before pulling out.

Then, I'm pinned back down to the bed and he kisses my neck. "No round two," I pant out, "first time, remember?" He nods and lays down beside me. He pulls a blanket over us. Then, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him.

"Night, Denis."

"Night, Ben."

"I love you."

"I love you too..."

✔You're Safe.✔

I wake up the next morning feeling sore. I see that Ben isn't laying beside me. I let out a soft whimper. Then, I climb out of the bunk and sit on the edge of it. When I try to stand, I yelp. My legs are shaky and I feel pain in my lower back. I'm like a fucking newborn horse.

I collapse back down and see Ben and Cameron come back to the bunks. When I see Cameron, I try to cover my nude body. Ben just laughs at me.

"I wouldn't be laughing, you ass. It's your fault that I can't stand," I glare at him. He shrugs, "I don't know, it's pretty funny." I sigh in annoyance, "Just bring me my clothes."

Ben still laughs as he brings me my clothes. I quickly put them on since both Cameron and Ben are staring at me. It's disturbing...

"So, how are you feeling about today?" Ben asks me once I'm dressed. "Good. I have a feeling today's concert will go okay despite the fact that I can't really walk," I reply sarcastically.

"Sarcasm? Seriously, Denis?"

"Hey, you knew what you got when you asked me out," I say.

"True."

"Okay, enough small talk. Who's ready to fuck shit up?" Cameron asks.

"I am!" Ben, James, Sam and I exclaim in reply.

Tonight's gonna be fuckin' awesome.

*6 Weeks Later*

"Denis, you okay?" Ben asks as he walks back to the bunks.

"Uh, kind of. I'm still dizzy as fuck," I reply.

Earlier today during sound check, I got extremely dizzy and nauseas. I tried my best to shrug it off. Although, that didn't work very well. I ended up passing out. Ben carried me back here to the bunks. I'm glad I have a boyfriend like him.

"Ya know, you probably shouldn't be on tour if you get dizzy like that. If it happens during a concert, bad things could happen," Ben says.

"If you're suggesting we cancel the rest of the tour, forget about it," I reply, "I'm fine. It's just where I've bee—" before I can finish, a terrible wave of nausea washes over me.