One Shots and Imagines

“Brea?” Danny called.

Oh shit.

I quickly dumped the glass of whiskey I’d been drinking, threw the cup away and went to put away the bottle, but I was quickly stopped by a hand on my wrist .

“Don’t tell Ben.” I automatically blurted out.

“I thought one of your rules was to not drink, unless Ben was around.” Danny said.

“I know, but you guys were gone for so long and I was going to wait for him but then, “ I started.

“Danny?” Ben yelled, coming close to the door.

“Please, don’t say anything.” I pleaded with Danny, looking into his eyes.

“You’re safe for now.” Danny whispered, grabbing the bottle himself and taking a swig of it.

The door opened and within a few seconds Ben walked in.

“Hi, sir.” I politely greeted him.

“Morning pet.” He replied and placed his arm around my shoulder, pulling me incredibly close to his body.

“Well I’m going to let you two have your fun, and I’ll be out here with this bad boy.” Danny said, taking the bottle of whiskey with him.

I took a quick breath of relief when Danny fully exited the bus.

“What’s up with you, Brea?” Ben chuckled.

“Nothing, sir. I promise.” I lied.

“Stay here.” Ben instructed, going back to the bunks and leaving me in the front lounge near the table.

My heart sunk when I saw the items in his hands.

In his left hand was our contract and in his right hand, a whip.

“Sir?” I said.

“Are you sure none of these were broken?” He hissed in my ear, throwing the contract on the table.

“100% positive.” I whispered, turning to face him, getting on my tiptoes and placing my lips gently on his.

“Good, because if you’re wrong this is what you can look forward to tonight.” He growled in my ear, and ran the whip across my stomach.

“Sorry to break up this sweet little moment between you two, but we’re heading out to go get a late lunch so in other words hurry the fuck up.” Cameron said.

“You go and I’ll be out in a minute.” Ben instructed me.

“Okay.” I replied, and walked past both Ben and Cameron, making my way to the van that we drove in to go from place to place in a city, that wasn’t with their tour bus.

I wasn’t a crew member or even the merch girl, I was simply Ben’s. I’d went to one of his shows one night at the request of a friend and I honestly wasn’t a fan. During the show all I could take in was the fact that Ben stared me down the entire show.

Of course at the time I thought it was weird and creepy, but after the show my friend wandered off drunk somewhere and before I knew it Ben was taking me into the tour bus and conversing with me like I was just another friend of his.

And before I knew it he took me in as his own little sub, and I’ve never been happier.

I now live with him full time, on tour or not and have become incredibly close friends to the other guys. Even if they can be assholes and rat me out occasionally.

Finally getting to the van outside, I slipped into the back seat next to Sam and realized that James was driving and Danny was in the passenger seat.

“They coming?” James asked.

“Yeah.” I replied.

“So, Danny kind of told us what went down.” Sam whispered.

“Of course he did.” I groaned, throwing my head back against the headrest.

“Is something wrong?” Danny chuckled.

“You promised me.” I whined.

“Tough luck.” Danny said.

“Don’t tell Ben.” I stated.

“What are we hiding from Ben?” Ben asked, seemingly appearing out of nowhere and hopping into the seat in front of me.

“It’s a surprise for you.” I lied sweetly, then went forward and planted another kiss on his lips.

“Mm-hm.” He replied, and turned around.

‘Shit.’ I mouthed.

Sam tapped my shoulder and I looked over at him.

‘Cam told him.’ He mouthed back.

Oh fuck.

This evening just became much more intense.

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We were finally leaving the place we ate at and it was incredibly awkward.

Dinner went fine, and everyone conversed but I couldn’t help but notice Ben’s slight comments towards drinking, especially directed at me.

Every time I went to counteract his words, he put his hand up and that was enough to keep me silent.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered in his ear, as we walked back to the van with our hands connected.

He chuckled that sexy little laugh and gave me a sweet and crooked smile.

“No you’re not. Not yet.” He whispered back, suddenly giving my ass a reddening spank.

“Ow.” I gasped.

“Get in.” He demanded, as we reached the car.

We all got in the same spots as we came in before and silently drove back through the city until we were once again on the fairground.

Driving in we were quickly pulled over by one of the main stage managers.

“Hey guys since you’ve played already, we’re having certain bands head out early to get to the next city tomorrow so if you want to get back to your bus and leave that would be okay.” He told us.

“Will do.” James replied.

“Awesome, have a good day.” The manager said, and we quickly drove back to the bus.

Everyone exited the van and it was down to just Ben and I left in it.

“You know I love you right, Brea?” He asked.

“Absolutely, sir, why would you question that?” I replied.

“You just seem more quiet than usual.” He observed.

“I’m just sorry that I broke a rule.” I said.

Before he could respond, James stuck his head out of the bus’ window and called for us.

“Come on, let’s go.” Ben grunted, coming around the back and lifting me out of the van.

He threw me up and over his back and carried me piggyback style to the bus and all the way to the bunk rooms.

“Wait, what are you doing?” I asked as I was put down in his bed and he went to walk away.

“Up to the front, you get some sleep though. Later when everyone else is asleep you’re going to need it.” He chuckled.

“Is that a threat?” I teased him.

“Nope, it’s a promise.” He whispered in my ear and quickly left the room.

The door to the bunk room closed, and I slowly closed my eyes and got the much needed rest I know I’d need for later.

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1:00 am the next day ~

“Get up.” Ben suddenly growled in my ear.

My eyes fluttered open to find Ben crouched down in front of me.

“Come on.” He growled once again, and roughly grabbed me from the bed and quickly carried me to the very back lounge.

“Good morning.” I whispered, and smiled at him while he was above me on the couch.

“Don’t get cute with me, Bre.” He warned me, quickly slipping off his shirt.

Once his was off his skilled hands quickly and efficiently slipped my shirt, shorts, and undergarments off.

“Wait, lock the door first.” I quickly said, not wanting anyone to come in during our little session.

“Are you giving me a fucking order.” He growled, sending shivers down my spine.

“Yes, but…” I started.

“Then maybe you shouldn't've been a naughty little slut.” He gently whispered.

“I’m sorry.” I once again stated.

“Good, now shut up and don’t move.” He instructed me, putting a hand in between my legs and maneuvering me so that I was on all fours with my face facing the couch.

After his hand left my skin I went to turn around and see what he was doing, but a quick slap to the ass had me turning back.

I heard a lock click and it was obvious to me that he was searching through the trunk with all of our more painful toys.

I gently closed my eyes, awaiting my pleasurable punishment.

A few minutes passed, and then I finally felt the delightful yet somewhat nerve wracking leather of the whip running across my lower back.

Ben took his time slowly moving the whip lower and lower across my ass, and finally it rested right against my sex.

I gripped the couch knowing what was to come, and before I knew it Ben pulled it back and made rough contact between the leather and my beginning to drip sex.

“Fuck.” I exclaimed.

“Do I have to gag you?” Ben asked, his tone seemingly made but I knew it was all a part of the act.

“No sir.” I replied.

“Good, now count to 20 with the strokes.” Ben dominantly commanded.

The whip struck against my skin again, and I barely managed to say “One” when suddenly he was already at 2.

When Ben came to the 20th and last stroke, my entire body was shaking in anticipation, I had a bit of sweat already forming on my head and my sex was completely soaking wet.

“Please stop teasing me.” I whined, dying at the proximity of his fingers to my most private place.

“Beg.” He sexily growled in my ear.

“Please sir, fuck me, I need it so bad.” I cried.

“Good girl.” He smirked.

The sound of his clothes hitting the floor rung in my ears and before I knew it he lifted me up so that my arms were around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist.

He shoved me up against the wall and needily gripped my hair and pulled my head close to his, emerging us in a passionate yet needy kiss.

“Ben!” I screamed, as he suddenly impaled himself into me.

“Shh baby, you’re going to wake everyone up.” He cooed.

“At this point I don’t care.” I chuckled, being honest with him.

“That’s my girl.” He whispered, tossing me up a little bit just so that when I came down again he’d be even deeper inside of me.

“Oh.” I gasped, and buried my head deep into his neck.

His length stretched my insides to a beyond pleasurable measure and I could only hold on tighter to keep this level of euphoria going.

“God I love you.” Ben snarled in my ear, gently running his arm up and down my nightmare before Christmas tattoo sleeve.

He suddenly set me down on my feet and walked over to couch lying down. Not wanting the loss of intimate contact for more than a few seconds I ran over to the couch and quickly got back into our position.

“I don’t know if my legs can hold up anymore.” I panted, telling the truth.

“Well normally I’d give you a break, but considering this is a punishment I think I’m going to have to say I don’t care. Find a way to do it.” He replied.

“Ben.” I slightly whined.

“Make me cum and we’ll be done, deal?” Ben stated.

“Yes, master.” I whispered ever so slightly in his ear, knowing he absolutely loved being called that.

I steadied myself by getting a hold on his waist and carefully ground myself down onto his member by making my hips go in slow and efficient circles.

“Fuck.” He groaned, throwing his head back.

I could feel him getting incredibly hard underneath me and as I kept up his throbbing became impossible not to notice.

“Uh, mm.” I gasped, feeling the tight pit in my stomach beginning to form.

“‘At a girl princess.” Ben moaned.

I kept going for who knows how many more minutes and suddenly I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Ben!!!” I hollered, my orgasm ripping through me full force.

“Shit.” Ben groaned, digging his nails into my thighs.

“Oh.” I whimpered, finally at the end of my climax.

I slowly and gently lifted myself off of his member but crashed against his body.

“That was amazing Brea, you’re such a good girl.” He complimented me.

“Thank you sir.” I smiled.

“Did you learn your lesson?” He asked.

“I would if you didn’t end it with mind blowing sex.” I answered.

“Hmm, so are you saying we might have to do this again?” He wondered.

“I might be, sir.” I replied.

“Shut the fuck up you two!” James screamed.

“I kind of forgot about them.” Ben chuckled.

“Me too. We should probably go back to your bunk though.” I suggested.

“I know, but first I need a promise.” Ben stated.

“Anything you need.” I replied.

“I say we do this again tomorrow.” Ben suggested.

“Are you serious?” I grinned.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” He giggled.

“Deal.” I said.

“Good, now quickly get dressed and I’ll meet you back in my bunk.” He planned.

I slid my underwear on and threw one of Ben’s band shirts on quickly left the back lounge to sneak into Ben’s bunk.

“What the hell were you and Ben up to?” James laughed.

“He showed me how much he loved me.” I replied.

“It’s so cute I want to vomit.” Danny joked.

They finally settled down and I was left waiting for my prince charming to come and once again enveloped me in his loving arms.

No matter what happened to either of us, as soon as we were in each other’s arms everything was okay.

There was nothing or no one that I’d ever love more.

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