Shubman was obsessed with the idea of his boyfriend sitting on his face. He had eaten him out before, of course, but Ishan had never sat on his face. He wanted it so bad. He had dreams about it. He desperately wanted it.
But Ishan was shy. He was mostly a little bold when they were with the team, making others happy but when it was in the safety of their room, he gave in to his boyfriend without a single hesitation. And Shubman would never force him to do what he didn't want to do. So he would eat him out underneath blankets without any complaint. But he would give anything, literally anything to have Ishan sit on his face and to get to hook his arms around Ishan's legs and then his legs would give out and he would fully sit on his mouth. Shubman would probably suffocate and die, but he would be so happy doing it.
After the third T20i match with Australia, Ishan was no doubt frustrated and stressed. He was lying in his hotel room, missing his boyfriend who wasn't present since he wasn't on the team and now he had to sit and cry on his own. He didn't understand why Surya dropped him after his back to back fifties in the matches before. Why always him? He couldn't play the ODI WC after two matches, and yet the burden of loss loomed on him as well. He felt disappointed and dead from inside, all the positivity that he normally conjures leaving his body and soul.
"Shubi..."
There was a knock on the door. He groaned, almost ready to scream at the person to fuck off but the door opened to the face of the love of his life. His eyes were wide open and he quickly felt the presence of tears threatening to roll down before which Shubman entered the room and engulfed him into a hug. Ishan grabbed onto his hoodie, face digging on his chest, smelling him in while the taller male patted his hair. He put kisses on his boyfriend's head, soft and wet. He knew exactly how Ishan was feeling, they have talked about this before.
After he could feel Ishan calm down a little, he pulled him closer by the waist.
"Hey baby, what's up?" He whispered slowly in Ishan's ears, a little confused as to what would make him feel better.
"Iwm ohtay, whhy awhrew hwere?"
Shubman giggled as his boyfriend tried to form some words but his face was so pressed on his hoodie that it came out as a bunch of blabber. He cupped Ishan's small face, pulling him back a little and raising it upwards so that they were looking at each other. A few teardrops shone on the corner of his doe-eyes and Shubman couldn't stop himself from bending and licking away the tears. He kissed each eye of the shorter male, lingering for a while before joining their foreheads.
"I missed you so much Ishu...I can't stay away from you for too long, tujhe paata hai na?"
Ishan nodded and wrapped his hands around the taller male, while Shubman immediately pulled him up encircling Ishan's legs around his waist as the baby snuggled into him like a koala. He walked over to the bed and sat down, with Ishan curled on his lap pressing soft kisses near Shubman's vein on the neck.
"I just...Shubi, would you make love to me?"
Ishan's voice was tiny and it made Shubman moan a little softly. This is what he wanted, for Ishan to be demanding. Take whatever he wanted from Shubman because oh, he was sitting there to serve him. To worship him, love him, make him feel like he was the most beautiful creation of God.
"Yes love, if I ever say no to that then you have the permission to hit me with a bat because that ain't me, it's my evil doppelganger."
Ishan laughed a little but he stopped Shubman's hands when they tried to pull his t-shirt over.
"Wait a minute? I have to show you something. Sit here."
Ishan climbed down from his lap and quickly grabbed a small packet from his backpack, ran to the bathroom and locked it. Shubman scrunched his eyebrows a little, confused but he waited patiently until he saw Ishan coming out of the door, shy and red, wearing his black shirt. He always liked his huge clothes on Ishan, made him feel claimed and all his.
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🔞Someone to Love [Ishman One Shots]✓
Fanfiction"A sea of whiskey couldn't intoxicate me as a drop of you. My heart beats faster, as you take my hand. My love grows stronger as you touch my soul." A collection of sexy, romantic one shots of our beloved boys Ishan and Shubman.🔞 [COMPLETED]