🔞Someone to Love [Ishman One Shots]✓

🔞Ishman Sex Commentry[Crack]

"And that's another six from Travis Head as he reaches 130 runs over 115 balls, truly commendable. India struggling at this point~"

Ravi Shastri's voice echoed through the almost silent stadium making Shubman pull out his scalp hair in frustration.

"You are such a pussy Shubman, your boyfriend's watching you from the dressing room and you can't even perform well, mate!" He heard Labuschagne as the Aussie walked back to the non-striker's end laughing.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Shubman screamed out, shocking everybody on the field as he launched off stomping out of the field towards the dressing room where the other Indian players, including Ishan were sitting. The entire stadium was eager to see what the young man was trying to do in the middle of the game. Shubman roughly jerked up Ishan holding his collar and practically dragged him down the stairs landing him in the middle of the ground.

"Shubi, what are you doing!"

Ishan grasped as he felt awkward sitting in the middle of the Wankede field as thousands of eyes gobbled him down. Shubman looked up at Travis Head and snorted, dropping down on his knees.

"Now! I'm tired of these Aussies! I can't fucking stand them right now, and I need energy for further defence. I have decided I'll eat out my boyfriend right here, so that I can get my energy back. Anybody having a problem can leave right now!"

"Wow mate, that's a good decision! Far better than your batting today. That was some trash 4 runs off 7 balls!" David Warner jogged inside cheering the young man, as the rest of the Aussies smirked.

"Shubman, are you out of your mind-"

"Ishan don't protest! Let him do what he wants! Kuch toh kaare insaan, tang aa chuka hun iss bekar match se yaar."

Rohit exclaimed as he sat down on the ground, more excited to see the scenery that would unfold there.

"Eat him out! Eat him out! Eat him out!" The silent crowd suddenly became violently loud as they supported Shubman from their seats, making Ishan tremble out of embarassment.

"You have no idea how much I have wanted to do this, since you came out with me wearing that blue jersey. I have been wanting to rip that fucking jersey off and go down on you for hours letting everybody watch."

"Crazy pickup line mateee, Ishan's gonna get dicked down today, Marshyy?" Warner chuckled as he and Mitchell Marsh fist bumped on the side, making Shubman glare at them.

"Shut the fuck up! I'm talking to my boyfriend!"

Ishan watched him, needing to watch him, nervous but growing more confident the longer he watched Shubman, unable to look away, wanted to be polite but wanted to look more, Shubman who was flushing red and Shubman whose hard-on pressed against the length of his jersey pants. Ishan couldn't deny him.

"Come here, eat me out, love."

Shubman grasped pulling Ishan close as he wrapped Ishan's legs around his waist as he laid him down on the grass, a bunch of wooohoos erupted from around.

"These are coming off. I need to see all of you, Ishan."

"And there goes, Shubman Gill taking off Ishan Kishan's clothes, what a sight! What a depravation! But we are all willing to see what happens, gentlemen!"
Harsha Bhogle chattered through the mic.

“Oh dude’s getting laid man!” Travis murmured as they watched Shubman take off Ishan's pants, his ass coming into view. The entire crowd erupted into ecstasy, Ishan really was a beauty and a sight to see.