🔞Someone to Love [Ishman One Shots]✓

🔞Make Me Your Aphrodite[Threesome]

The club room is dimly lit and luxurious, and the two men are seated around a small table.

"Hello gentlemen, may I get you anything?"

Ishan is the first to look up, his eyes moving over your body, taking in your form, and then they meet yours.

"Scotch," he says, his voice thick and sexy. Just like you have him sound over the numerous interviews and videos.

"I'll have a scotch as well," Shubman adds, his gaze following Ishan's.

"Yes, Sir," you say, turning on your heels, and making your way over to the cart bar. You couldn't believe your eyes, did you just meet Ishan Kishan and Shubman Gill, at the club?

Being an avid cricket watcher, not only were these two familiar to you but also your utmost favorites. You had a crush on both of them, and seeing them in real life made you jittery. You were blushing, cheeks red as you remember the handsome men staring down your figure.
You turned around a little, to see both of them, looking at you, smirking a little while talking about something.

The flush in your cheeks were at peak, as you turned back to the drinks. You could hear Ishan mutter something, the sound of movement, and then the feel of a body standing behind you. A hand comes to your waist, and his cock strains in his pants against your back.

You become nervous and excited, but give a playful smile before biting your lip. "Sir?"

Shubman leans into your neck, and you can feel his warm breath as he whispers,
"We've got a special treat for you tonight. Come with us, to the suite upstairs?”

You turn in his arms, a hand coming to his chest. You look up to him with large doe eyes, "And what's that, Sir?"

"Well, you're going to have to earn it from us," he smirks, his hands coming down to cup your ass.

An exaggerated gasp leaves your lips and then Ishan enters the scene. He comes up behind you, sandwiching you between their bodies, as his fingers graze your waist.

"Do you think she's up for the task Shubi?" He asks, his hands trailing up your thighs.

"I don't know, she looks innocent enough."

"I assure you," you breathe out, looking up to Shubman, "I'm not, really."

Shubman and Ishan, looked at you once before pulling you away upstairs, to one of the suites, and closed the door behind. You stood there, Shubman in front of you, tracing you from top to bottom as his hot gaze made you a little wet.

You move a hand down to Shubman's bulge, rubbing his cock through his pants, and his hand comes to the back of your neck, holding you firmly in place, and his grip is tight.

You feel Ishan's hands snake under the hem of your dress, his fingers dipping inside your panties.

"How many men have you fucked, sweetheart?" Ishan asks, his hand coming to your chin.

You smirk up at him, in an attempt to be confident. "I lost count."

“That's a good girl," Shubman purrs, and his fingers dip down into your panties as well, both of their fingers intertwining eliciting the wetness that had already began to form. You let out a trail of moans, with the excessive pleasure from both their fingers.

Your tongues mingle together, and Shubman's other hand tightens in your hair, a groan escaping him. Ishan is busy kissing and nipping at your neck, and the heat rises quickly. Shubman's hand comes up, and he makes quick work unzipping your dress; freeing your breasts from the restrictive fabric, he takes a nipple into his mouth licking, sucking, and pulling at your breast.
Ishan swipes his fingers over your folds, gathering your wetness and smearing it up over your clit.