Vanilla (iDubbbz x Reader)

[Fourteen]

Nyoom it's been a while sorry, busy with new school and stuff.

The first person that can tell me the names of Ian's dogs gets to be my new best friend lmao

Your P.O.V.

You could hear Ian yelling in his room, obviously recording a video. You wanted to disrupt him but how. Leaning against his door, you could hear it was some content cop. "...and her lack of clothing also shows how much of a cam whore she is for views, likes, subs, what ever," he trails off. You peep your head in and look at him. "(Y/n)'s content could drastically improve if she wasn't trying to copy me, and if she wasn't a cam whore either," he waved his hand around.

Your jaw went slack. "Are you doing a fucking content cop about me?" Ian looks up from his camera to you, then smirked. "Why yes I am honey, actually, grab a chair and you can listen to my criticism and react live! You see that guys, live reactions!" He motions to his camera. I sigh and pull up a chair next to him.

"Okay so, you walked in just as I started so let me just replay what I said. So the first point was that cringe intro, I mean, just get right into the video?" You laughed, knowing that intro is cringe. "I've been needing to change it but you make me so busy," you winked into the camera and Ian laughed.

"Okay second point, you look like a cam whore in those clothes, especially now," he waved his hands up and down at your attire. You played shocked. "I though you liked me looking like a whore for you?" You bit your lip to contain your laughter. "You can be as much of a whore as you want after your videos, just cover your tits please as they're mine now." You covered your face as you flushed bright red.

"Third point now, you copy me a lot don't you? I mean it's pretty weird looking at a cam whore version of myself," he said into the camera. "Well shit we do have similar ideas, and I have no idea what else to put on YouTube," you replied. "Gaming?" Ian suggested. "Maybe I could just cam whore it out like Zoie Burger, join her pro gamer team," you contemplated. "You're not joining that. She doesn't care about how good you are, she cares about how good you look," Ian growled.

You pulled your shirt down to expose more cleavage than before and tied a knot to the side to make it more tighter. "Can I join the team now?" You asked. "Fuck off, you are not joining that team."

You licked your lips sexually and winked into the camera. Ian then turned it off and pulled you closer to him by your shirt. "I am not putting that on YouTube," he growls into your ear. "But why not?" You asked breathily. "Because you're my slut, and I don't want anyone to see more than I want," he snaps. "Explain to me thoroughly what I can't show my audience."

He picks you up and takes you to his bed, which was conveniently just on the other side of his room. "Well first, you shouldn't wear shorts like this, your ass hangs out the back," he starts pulling them off roughly. "Your shirt is way too tight as well, showing off your tits more than I like," he then proceeds to take off your shirt as well. He starts kissing down your chest to your stomach, "I don't want them seeing this area either, you seem to show this off as well."

You were basically panting, waiting for more when he crawled off you and back onto his seat. "Get your clothes back on my little whore, we have more recording to do," he winks before turning the camera back on. "But... but..?" Your eyes pleaded your silent question. "No."