ISHDIK (Ishan x Hardik)- OS/TS Collection

Daddy

Note:

This is a RPF. Everything in this fic is the result of my imagination, nothing is real.

This is so hilarious for me because I usually have plans before I start writing, but I guess @SmritiMondal9 made the plans for me this time. Girl and I were just talking about ishman/ishdik and her words made me write fic chunks...like I was randomly writing 100-200 words fic pieces in the middle of a chat lmao. This is the result of those chunks, I just smashed them together, sprinkled some context and did a bit of editing. And I ended up on this.

p.s. Guys my 3 am self wrote this, so please don't judge...my 3 am self is crazy af!

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Daddy (An Ishdik One-shot)

Ishan was sitting on Hardik's bed, his eyes glistening with tears. Harry was the only person he could turn to when Shub wasn't around, and today was one of those days.

Shub had always been like this, not wanting to commit to their relationship. Everyone in the ICT knew about them, still Shub never confessed his feelings for Ishan properly. Nights they spent together that turned into much more always ended up like today. Shub would wake up whilst Ishan was still sleeping, go back to his room, switch his phone off and disappear for the day. Then he would come back either drunk as hell in the middle of the night, needing Ishan to carry him to his room, change his clothes and tuck him in, or in the morning with a bouquet of flowers and chocolates to give to Ishan. This meant only one thing, Shub had hooked up with some random girl the previous night and now he was sorry.

Ishan used to scream, cry and create a scene for the first couple of times this had happened, and Shub used to apologise saying "Aur kabhi nahi karunga", and then the next time they had a night together the cycle would repeat. Gradually Ishan got tired of this shit, and stopped reacting. Once he tried to have a confronting talk with Shub without creating a scene, but that ended up being a complete failure cause Shub broke down saying "Haan hu main aisa, tujhe pyaar karna hain to kar, par main hu aisa, I can not get attached no matter how hard I try!" and the next time Ishan suggested a psychologist because he had a feeling Shub might have attachment issues, Shub straight up denied saying, " Tujhe kya main pagal lagta hu jo pagalo ki doctor ke paas jau?"

So, when Shub went awol again today, Ishan waited for the whole day before coming to Hardik. At this point,Hardik knew everything about them so the only question he asked when he opened the door to a a distressed looking Ishan was,"Phir se?", to which Ishan nodded.

"Bhaiya, shub ke bina achha nahi lagta hain." Ishan sighed. Part of him still believed Shub was not like this, he just couldn't be.

Hardik sat down next to Ishan, concern etched on his face. "Yaar tu shub ko dekh ," he said, "Yeh sab kuchh karne ke baad bhi uske liye har baar itna kyun sochta rehta hain Ishan?"

Ishan's eyes looked distant, as if he was lost in the thoughts of Shub. "Kya karu bhaiya, I love him...", he let out another sigh.

"But don't you wanna feel what he feels while doing hookups, for once in your life?", Hardik asked all of a sudden, his voice filled with a feeling unknown.

Ishan looked at Hardik, surprised. He never expected such a question from him.

He looked away, his minds racing. If he was being honest to himself, a tiny tiny part of him wanted to experience what Shub felt. Was that so wrong?

He nodded slowly, still looking the other way, "But i can't do hookups...ladkiya ke saath kar nahi sakta aur ladko ke sath karne nehi denge." It was true. Can you even imagine what a scandal it would be if India's rising star, Ishan Pranav Kumar Pandey Kishan was caught with a random guy on his bed?

Hardik suddenly put his hand on Ishan's,"What if i say you do have a ladka to do it?", his eyes narrowed, a glint of something mischieveous in them.

Ishan turned around, shocked, "What do you mean?"

Hardik looked straight into his eyes."Ek raat mujhe dega ishan?", his voice was barely above a whisper.

Ishan's eyes widened. "KYAH?", he yelled out, his mind still processing what Hardik had said.

Hardik slowly leaned in, the space between them shrinking. "Bas ek raat," he whispered, his breath warm against Ishan's skin. He gently brushed his lips against Ishan's, the contact sending a shiver down Ishan's spine.

And Ishan didn't know why, but it felt good.

It felt damn good.

Hardik pulled away, leaving Ishan dazed. "Bas ek raat, Ishu," Hardik whispered again, "I promise you won't regret this."

"P-par," Ishan stumbled over his words, "Aap to-"

But he couldn't finish his sentence. Hardik's lips found his once more, silencing him. Ishan's eyes widened in shock, but the intensity of the kiss, drew him in. To his utter amazement, he felt his lips responding on their own.

After what felt like an eternity, Hardik pulled back slightly, their foreheads resting together as they caught their breath. "Don't call me bhaiya now," he said, his voice husky.

"To kya bulaun?" Ishan asked, his own breathing ragged.

"Daddy."

That was the last thing Ishan heard before he felt two strong arms wrapping around his body, and gentle yet insistent lips capturing his lower lip once more.

Hardik's lips slowly moved to Ishan's neck, and that made him gasp, his entire body tensing in response. Sensing Ishan's reaction, Hardik withdrew slightly. "Are you uncomfortable?" he asked.

Ishan glanced at him, then lowered his head. In truth, he was far from uncomfortable; he was thoroughly enjoying it, and he himself still couldn't believe that.

He slowly shook his head.

Hardik grinned mischievously. "I want to hear you say it," he teased.

Ishan looked up, his eyes filled with surprise.

"Come on, Ishu, don't give me that look," Hardik smirked." Pehle hi kaha tujhse daddy bolne ke liye."

As he said this, his hands slowly moved up and pinched right on the most sensitive part of Ishan's chest.

Ishan flinched.

"Come on", Hardik smirked, giving another light pinch, "Say it!"

Ishan shivered at the sensation, slowly meeting Hardik's gaze.

"No, I am not uncomfortable", he paused for a second, took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Daddy", he added, his voice a bare whisper.

Hardik grinned again as he leaned in, "Such a little slut you are Ishu", he whispered in Ishan's ear as he placed his lips on Ishan's neck again.

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THE END

Note: I will add all Ishdik OS/TS to this book as I keep on writing those.

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