My Babyboy ❤️ (Ishman / Shubish)

chapter 9

Y'all need some holy water after reading this ig

And minors please fgs don't read it 😭

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“Don’t worry, pretty boy. I’m gonna take care of you.”

The reassurance was much more comforting than it probably ought to have been, all things considered, but he wasn’t going to start picking apart every word and action. This might be about sex, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be friends too. Friends comforted each other, and hugged.

He was reading too much into things. Shubman was just being nice. They were going to have sex regularly after all, so it made sense that he would want to be on good terms with him and would want him to trust him.

When he heard a car behind him, Ishan turned to see a big, Mercedes. He didn’t know anything about cars at all, but it looked really nice and expensive. As soon as he was released from the confines of Shubman's coat, he was instantly shivering again. The cricketer opened the door for him and ushered him into the rapidly warming interior. Ishan climbed up into the passenger seat and put on his seatbelt as Shubman got into the driver seat and did the same.

“Here, this should warm you up.” Shubman turned the heater up a few notches and pressed another button that made the seat under him start to warm.

Ishan let out a quiet moan at being surrounded by heat.

“Thank you...gods I feel like I haven’t
been properly warm.”

Shubman was still stuck on the moan, wanting to hear it again. He pulled himself back to present.

“Probably because your jeans have no knees and your shiry is way too thin for the winter.” Shubman said, pulling away from the curb and starting the drive to his apartment.

Ishan looked down at his torn kneed jeans, feeling a little embarrassed. Honestly it was the best he had at the moment. He didn’t have much money to spare on clothes. Most of his wardrobe consisted of shirts and jeans he’d owned since he was in high school. His classes and bills always came first, which left very little in the way of funds for self care.

“Sorry. It’s just… kinda all I have right now.” Ishan said quietly, looking out the window.

“Hey. None of that. You’ve got a proper sugar daddy now.” Shubman's voice was smiling and a bit teasing. “I’ll take you shopping sometime and get you some decent winter clothes, maybe a nice suit for events I’m gonna drag you to as my ‘date’ and maybe some pretty things for you to wear just for me.”

“What kind of pretty things?”

Shubman kept one hand on the wheel, but the other reached over and rested on his thigh, squeezing gently.

“I want to see you in some pretty panties for me sweetheart. I bet you’ll look stunning in them.”

The idea made him have to bite his lip to hold in a sound. He wanted to wear pretty things for Shubman. Wanted the cricketer to think he looked beautiful and soft and sexy.

“I want to look pretty for you.” The hand that was on his thigh, gripped harder at the words.

Ishan had no idea the effect he was having on Shubman's body. He was so close to pulling over and just letting Ishan jerk him off to help ease the constant throbbing of his cock. Calling him daddy…Fuck. He was so weak for this pretty boy, and he was certain that after he stripped him out of his old, baggy clothes he was only going to be more addicted. He’d gotten a little preview of him when he’d held him inside his coat. He’d felt his slender, light-boned figure against him and known that what was hidden under the clothes was something to be savored.