Vanilla (iDubbbz x Reader)

[Sixteen]

Ian's P.O.V

There was a knock on the door early in the morning. Why so early, why now, of all times when I could be sleeping. I got up, leaving the sleepy (y/n) that was cuddled up beside me and put my glasses on. I opened the door and there was only a package. I looked at the label to see it was for me. Then I remembered what was inside. Finally. 

I closed the door and dropped the package on the counter. I sluggishly  walked back to my room and slid back under the covers, (y/n)'s arms back around me. Her soft snoring lulled me back into sleep. 

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I woke up, the warmth beside me was gone, but the smell of bacon filled my nose. I sat up, realising I fell asleep with my glasses on. I silently scolded myself as I got up and stretched a little. I walked into the kitchen, where (y/n) was making something for breakfast. "Good morning," she smiled. Her smiled caused me to smile back, as I wrapped my arms around her waist and muttered a good morning into her neck. 

I stood there for a while until I could feel hot bacon grease hitting my arms. "Oh fuck ow ow," I let go of her and rubbed my arms. (y/n) giggled. "So whats for breakfast?" I ask. "I'm having pancakes and bacon, not sure what you're having," she said. I made a weird high pitched noise, clutching my hand to my chest. (y/n)'s eyes went from sparkling to dull in seconds before coming up to hug me tightly. "I didn't mean it," she squeaked into my chest. "I know you didn't mean it kitten," I wrapped her up in my arms tightly

She went back to making breakfast as I went to go grab the box, but it had moved from where I put it this morning. "Did you touch my box?" I asked. "Yeah, I needed to make room for making breakfast. It's in the plate cupboard," she replied as she started serving out food. I shook my head and grabbed it out. "What'd you get anyways? Usually you buy something way bigger than that," (y/n)'s face wiggled through a gap between my arm and torso. "Something," I replied. "Helpful, you know secrets are bad in a relationship right?" (y/n) wiggled out of my arm and sat down at the table. I followed and sat the box down in between us. 

I could tell it bothered her, me making a big thing about the box. She handed me the maple syrup after drowning her breakfast in it. "Will I ever to know whats in the box?" (y/n) asked. "After breakfast maybe," I thought out loud. The corners of her mouth twitched up as she put a fork full of pancakes in. 

We both ate in silence until the last of the sugary goodness was gone from out plates. "Box?" She questioned. "Give me a moment to find a knife," I got up and pulled a kitchen knife out. (y/n) picked up both of our plates and put them into the sink as I cut open the package wrap. "Hopefully they didn't fuck up the order," I mutter to myself. She sat on the bench opposite me as I pulled out what was inside. 

A lacy collar in her favourite colour. 

"For me?" She squeaked. I nodded, "this means you're mine now, you don't have to wear it in public if you don't feel like it." She couldn't speak for a little bit as she held it in her hands. "Ian, you didn't have to..." I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her forehead, "anything for you, (y/n)."