Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

~Chapter 54~

Ishan was completely trapped. His back pressed against the cold wall, his breath coming out in shallow gasps as Shubman loomed over him.

Shubman's intense, dark eyes were devouring him, raking over his delicate features, lingering on his parted lips, his heaving chest, his exposed collarbone.

Ishan's heartbeat pounded in his ears. The air between them was thick, suffocatingly hot.

Shubman tilted his head slightly, his voice deep, husky, dripping with sinful amusement.

"Now tell me, baby... what should I do with my naughty little kitty?"

Ishan's big doe eyes widened, his soft lips parting slightly in shock. He wanted to say something-maybe protest, maybe beg-but the words died in his throat when Shubman brought a single finger to his lips, shushing him.

"Shhh..." Shubman whispered, his rough fingertip tracing the plush curve of Ishan's mouth. "Tonight, you don't get to speak, baby. Only I talk... and You moan."

Ishan's cheeks turned a deep shade of red, his body betraying him with how hot his skin felt under Shubman's touch. His fingers twitched at his sides, desperate to hold onto something-anything-to ground himself.

He tried to make an excuse, a weak attempt at escaping this overwhelming heat, but the moment he opened his mouth-

Shubman's sharp, warning gaze pinned him in place.

"Don't even think about it, sweetheart." His voice was a lazy drawl, laced with amusement and something darker.

Ishan gulped, nodding silently, his fingers gripping the hem of his own shirt.

Shubman chuckled, low and deep, before slowly reaching up to undo the top two buttons of his own shirt, exposing his toned chest. His veiny hands flexed slightly as he casually rolled up his sleeves, the muscles in his forearms tightening, putting everything on sinful display.

He leaned in, his lips ghosting over Ishan's ear.

"You've been teasing me all day, Ishan," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down Ishan's spine. "Ignoring me, acting all innocent while letting those little brats in your class flirt with you."

He smirked when Ishan let out a soft whimper, his thighs pressing together involuntarily.

Did you like their attention, baby? Hmm?" Shubman trailed his hand down, fingers grazing Ishan's waist, feeling the slight tremor in his body. "Did you think I'd let you get away with that?"

Ishan shook his head quickly, his breath uneven, chest heaving.

Shubman grabbed Ishan's chin, tilting his head up so their eyes met.

"That's right," he purred, his thumb brushing over Ishan's bottom lip again. "Because you're mine. Every inch of this perfect little body belongs to me."

Ishan felt his knees buckle, but Shubman caught him immediately, pressing him
even harder against the wall, trapping him.

"Now, sweetheart..." Shubman's lips curled into a sinful smirk as his fingers trailed lower, teasing, never giving Ishan what he truly wanted. "Are you ready to beg for my attention? Or should I keep making you suffer?"

Ishan's face burned, his breath coming out in short gasps, his entire body trembling with anticipation.

Shubman laughed darkly, satisfied with the absolute mess he had turned Ishan into- and he hadn't even touched him properly yet.