Vanilla (iDubbbz x Reader)

[Twenty]

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(Reupload because I some how lost it but it's back again hey guys)

Ian's P.O.V

My head is somewhere else today, I can't think straight while trying to make that stupid video with Ethan. "You alright Ian?" he asked when the camera wasn't rolling. "I don't know, I just can't think straight right now," I mumbled. "Hey look, if you need some time off, we can do this again another day, or just put this idea to the trash," Ethan stated. He's very understanding and I have to thank him for his kindness.

I drop Ethan off home as well as my camera man, but I just cant stop thinking about (Y/N) witch her wrists bound and the rope marks I left on her. It got me all hot and bothered. I could have ravished her then and there if we were at home, but it was in the middle of a fucking alley way. It's been awhile since we've done anything so rough in a while. I sped home as fast as I could, but that was probably dangerous.

I hardly parked the car straight, and I ran inside. I saw (Y/N) sitting on the couch watching Netflix, eating ice cream of sorts. She looked up at me like a deer in headlights. "I thought you weren't going to be home for at least another hour," she starts explaining, putting the lid on her ice cream tub and standing up to put it away. I rush towards her, taking the tub out of her hands and setting it behind her on the couch before hugging her tightly. She hugged back equally as tight, but was a little hesitant.

"Are you okay Ian?" (Y/N) asked, pulling me away so she could look me in my eyes, hers being full of worry. "Yes, I'm okay, I just..." I trail off before I can get to the point. I missed her small warm naked body against mine, and I don't know how to tell her. "Ian, you can tell me," she said some what seriously. "I'd rather show you," I mumbled, holding onto her wrists that were still slightly red. I rubbed them a little, holding on tightly.

"Did you get all hot and bothered over before?" (Y/N) asked softly, to which I nodded a little. "I think you need to learn some self control," there was humor in her voice, and she bit her tongue to hold back from laughing. "Are you telling me what to do, little one?" I quizzed, my eyebrow raised to emphasize my question. "No..." she said playfully with a giggle.

"You know what little girls get if they try telling their master what to do," I growled playfully in her ear. She squealed a little and tried running away, but I still had her wrists held tightly in my hands. "P-please don't punish me for that," she whispered. "Well seeing as you were so good today, I might not," I said before I kissed her little nose. She booped my nose with hers before asking "can you tie me up again, I kinda really liked that." She blushed after asking, looking down embarrassed, like it was an offer I would turn away.

I honestly couldn't help but gasp. Tying her up is probably my most favorite thing. "Of course kitten, come with me," I walked backwards to our room, making sure she wouldn't run off and hide because she thought she would get punished. "Is the safe word still pickles?" She gleefully asked. "Well, if you want to change it I don't mind," I responded, kicking the door open and leading her inside before pulling her into a big hug. "I think I like pickles," her voice was muffled in my chest.

"Now I just want to remind you that if I hurt you I'm sorry and I think you're a wonderful human being," I waffle on, swaying from side as I rest my chin on her head. "I came here to get roughed up, not fluffed out," (Y/N)s voice was still muffled. "Just making sure you don't run away from me because you think I'm mean," I kiss her forehead. "But what if I want you to be mean?" her voice was almost a whisper.

That tipped me over the edge, I need to hear her moans now. I pushed her roughly onto the bed, crawling on top and eyeing her up hungrily. I kissed her lips and went slowly down to her jaw, placing kisses along it till I reach her neck. I could hear (Y/N)s breathing hitch a little as I nibbled gently along her neck. I really wanted to leave a hickey there, should I? Can I? Who cares shes mine. My small debate with myself left me biting down harder on her soft neck, sucking hard. She gasped and pulled at my hair slightly. I lifted my head up so I could raise my eyebrow at her.

"That slightly hurt," she whispered. "I'm sorry kitty," I mumbled against her now going purple bruise. I started lifting her shirt up and moving down so I could kiss her stomach, biting lightly at her waists. Her wriggling about was cute as I kissed her in sensitive spots. I slowly started pulling her pants down, just slow enough so I'd know she'd get impatient.

Just as I knew she would, her loud breaths turned into small whines. I sat up so I could pull her pants all the way off, and so I could admire her amazing body. "Take your shirt off," I demanded in a soft voice. She sat up and pulled if off as fast as she could, tossing it to the side. I smirked, her face flushed. "Are you going to do anything or just look at me?" (Y/N) asked impatiently. "Did I say you could be snappy tonight?" I asked. "N-No..." she looked away from me. "Then be patient," I stated, "now give me your hands."

I undid the belt from around my waist, and (Y/N) had her hands out ready to be bound. I tied them together before tying them to the headboard of the bed. "Not to tight?" I ask. "Just right," she replied. "Good, don't want to be hurting my little kitty," I said, kissing her nose. "But please?" she pouted. "Are you sure?" I rested my nose on hers. "Safe word pickles," she giggled. "And slow down is..?" I questioned, I'm letting her decide on this now rather than later. "Gherkins," she squealed excitedly. "Good girl," I kissed her lips before making my way down her body again.

This time, I bit her a bit more harder, leaving red teeth marks down her body. I thought she would have asked me to slow down after that, but her moans were more louder instead. I'm a little surprised, but I continue anyways, leaving the small red trail down her body. As I reach her thighs, I bite the insides hard. (Y/N) whined, but it didn't seem like she wanted to slow down. I look back at my bite, it's probably going to leave a bruise of some sorts. I lick her thighs lightly before biting down hard again.

I swap thighs and bite down again. "Ian-n, stop t-teasing," (Y/N) stuttered. "I don't want to have to gag you," I replied. "But I've been a good girl," she whined. "Not now you are," I growled at her. I could feel her shiver from that. "Gag me please," she mumbled. I pulled off her underwear and stuff them in her open mouth. "Now maybe I can continue with out interruption?" I raised my eyebrow at her. She gives me a small nod and whimper before I continue to nibble on her legs. Closer and closer to her sweet spot. Her legs shook in my hands, the red trail growing, almost turning purple already.

Her squirming was cute, it makes me want to hurt her more. But I can't be like that. Not yet anyways. "Maybe you won't get to cum today, for being non-compliant before," I mutter. Her eyes widen, pushing the underwear gag out of her mouth. "But Ian!" She whined. "No buts missy," I sit back. "Ian," her voice quieter, dragging my name out. Her foot rubs up against the boner in my pants.

"Next time, when you're good for me."