"Shubman. Sit here quietly. I won't tolerate it if you move even an inch."

Hearing her scolding voice he kept his finger on his lips. It felt as if his father was shouting at him for not playing a shot properly when they used to train together.

Her eyes softened when she looked at him.

"Please meri jaan, just sit here for two minutes. I will change and come back soon."

"Kyu kyu kyu?"

"Because this dress is itchy."

"Ohh even my..my dress is itchy. Let  remove it."

And before she knew he had tossed the shirt away on the couch making her sigh.

"Should.. should I help you?"

"In what?"

"In removing this..you are itchy na."

"And who asked you to help?"

She playfully raised her eyebrows, not going to lie she was loving his drunk side. He was acting all cutie pie. Pulling his own cheeks and giving her cheek kisses, while playing with her fingers.

"Nai..mumma ne sikhaya tha bachpan mai that we should help the needy."

"Accha kal agar koi aur ladki aake bolegi ki mera dress kholdo. Tum kholdoge?"

"Hawwww."

He kept a hand on his mouth in shock and she bit her lips to stop the smile threatening to spill on her face.

"Hawww baby."

"Haww ke aage bhi bolo."

"Tch tch tch Sara..mujhe nahi laga tha tum aisa bologi. Do you really think I will go and help other girls? Hawww!"

He exclaimed again and she finally smiled amused. Even in his drunk state he was so particular of his limits.

"I love you babay, I will never touch any other girl except you."

He popped the bae sound making her laugh.

"And I will always be proud of you for that."

"You proud of me?"

He asked, his eyes shining and she smiled.

"Always my love."

"I am your love?"

His eyes shined more and she found herself grinning at his comments. She decided to leave the dress on herself as she knew, one minute she is gone he will turn the place upside down.

"Yes you are my love."

"Awww I love me too."

She playfully glared at him and he fell on her lap pulling her cheeks.

"Accha meri ek baat manoge?"

"Ummhmm."

He nodded his head but then shook it and nodded again making her amused.

"Let's go to the kitchen counter, I will prepare a special drink for you."

"Mere liye?"

He asked pointing at himself getting up excitedly and she smiled nodding.

"Let's let's go go."

His steps tripped as he pulled her up taking her to the small kitchen counter the hotel provided in the room but somehow managed himself while she walked behind him, fully knowing this night was going to turn out adventurous.

"Jaldi banao jaldi..I tease Ishan about this. He will be angry."

"Accha and why will he be angry?"

She asked, pulling out the water bottle and some lemons from the fridge. Her ears were to him but her eyes were fixed on the lemon and knife in her hand.

"He..he..he.."

His voice slurred, he himself had no idea why Ishan will get angry.

"Not know..maybe jelo."

She chuckled and turned around only to gasp as she saw him sitting on the counter with another knife tracing it slowly on his arm.

"Shubman."

She shouted and pulled the knife out of his hands. He got startled by her voice and his lower lip quivered like a kid.

"What the hell were you doing?"

"I..I was writing your name."

"Ohh Shubman."

She sighed and pulled him in his arms but he resisted.

"Hato..all you do is shout..you never talk with love to me..I hate you."

"I am so sorry my love. Please. Apni Sara ko maaf nahi kroge?"

His eyes took a side glance at her and he saw her pouty face. Not having the heart to refuse her he turned to her.

"Why shout on me?"

"You were holding the knife very close to your body baby. What if something would have happened to you."

"Hmmmmmm."

"Now let's not play with dangerous objects okay. Here drink this lemonade. Sara special."

"No."

He turned his face away again and she sighed but smiled slightly when she saw the goofy smile on his face.

"Thik hai phir..I will give this to Ishan. Woh pee lega."

His eyes widened. And he snatched the drink from her hands.

"Noooo."

"Aree abhi toh you said you don't want it ab kya hua?"

"Nooo..this is mine. You made this. I won't share it."

She smiled as he gulped down the whole drink in one go and closed his eyes for a second as the tangy taste of lemon hit his tastebuds.

"Good boy, now get down. Let's go to sleep."

"Noo..even you drink this."

He pushed the other glass, as Sara accidentally made a little more. She nodded and drank the lemonade. The stream of water dropped down from her mouth to her neck and lastly disappeared into her dress, where the little part of her clevage was visible.

He gulped, his mind hazy with the thoughts of doing things to his wife. His finger unintentionally traced the path of water down her neck and her body felt hot.

Shubman was a little sober already and he pulled her hand making her stand between his legs before his tongue dipped in her neck and he licked the remaining water from there.

She clutched his bare shoulders in her hands and a guttery sound left her throat making her regret as the next second he bit on her neck.

"What..what are you doing to me?"

"Huh?"

"You are.. driving me crazy."

"Shub."

He pulled his face out of her neck and stared at her face. She was a temptress, his mind was going haywire as the unholy thoughts flooded and he found his fingers digging in her waist.

"What I am doing?"

He asked and her eyes snapped open. She looked at him with soft eyes but his desires had coursed now. His lips rested lazily on her temple and moved down to her cheekbone and then her nose.

"You..you smell so good."

His traced his nose on her neck and sniffed her inhaling a sharp breath. Her hands itched to hold him but he had held them captive.

Unknowingly his fingers led him to the zipper of her dress and he pulled it down. His fingers traced her soft back sometimes colliding with her bra strap making him irritated.

In a swift motion he pulled them open and she gasped. She was not new to this but it felt new everytime they did it. His lips were creating a piece of art on her neck and her bare shoulder. He pulled the other side of her dress down and came back.

His hazy eyes traced every contour of her body and she lowered her eyes. He was drunk yet he couldn't stop the intensity of his feelings from flowing free and looking at her as if he wanted to devour her.

He pushed her a little back and hoped down the counter before pushing her against the kitchen slab.

"Please stop me."

"No."

"I am not in my senses."

"Doesn't matter."

"I won't remember anything tomorrow. I would never want to erase our love making from my mind. I want to remember each and every love we make."

"I will make you remember."

"Am I forcing you?"

"You can never force me. I am your wife, you love me. Even in your drunk state you are asking for my consent. I love you Shubman, please make love to me."

"I am craving for you."

"Me too."

"I am losing control. You are so fucking gorgeous."

Without letting her speak ahead he crashed his lips on hers kissing her hungrily while she grabbed his shoulders trying to steady herself. Her back ached due the arch it was forming as Shubman was all over her.

As if understanding her he groped her bare thighs and pushed her up the counter not leaving her lips even for a minute. His kiss was ferocious, her grip on her neck and biceps tightening.

He left her lips and moved down pushing her dress all the way up to her waist and she widened her eyes. He held her nape with one hand and pushed himself on his knees.

"You are a goddess Sara. I wish I could show you how you look through my eyes."

He whispered before his teeth pulled out her panty with slow deliberate moments making her gush at the cold wind touching her naked legs and core.

He removed her panty totally and held it in his hands before moving it to his nose and sniffing on it. Her face reddened at his actions and she palmed her mouth.

"I wish you were able to smell your arousal. I fucking love this smell even more than your scent."

He kept her panty aside and moved his face between her legs, now sniffing on her core.

"Fuck."

Was all he could whisper before his tongue got lost in her luscious folds and he head fell back. She clutched the water tap for support while her other hand gripped the counter tightly making her knuckles turn white.

"Ahhh."

His delicate movements on her core pushed her into the world of intimacy she never wanted to return from. Her long hair cascaded over her back and she left the tap before gripping his hair in her tight fist.

"Ohh Shub please."

She cried in pure ecstasy as he lapped his tongue on her folds, his fingers tracing the small bud over stimulating her. No doubt he was a master of oral. She couldn't even bring herself to suck him after the first time she did it. She just couldn't.

But he was getting all experienced with this.

"Shub.. please please faster."

Her head moved arbitrarily as she took in all the pleasure he was giving her. Not long she felt his middle finger slipping in her pussy and she clenched it trying to close her thighs.

His other hand gripped one of her thighs making her widen her legs and he pushed another finger in. His hips moved on their own trying to chase her release before he added another finger.

"Shub..ahhh ahh fuck please. Let me let me go."

"So hurry baby. Let me taste you properly."

He slapped her cunt making her shudder and her fingers tightened the hold on his hair, she would probably make him bald one day, not that he would mind if this was the reason.

"Let go baby."

And with that she felt floating in the air. This was one of the most intense orgasm she had ever had and he came up grabbing her jaw before he kissed her again.

"How would you like it my love? Here on the fucking counter or our cozy bed?"

He mummered over her lips and she just pointed towards the bed not having the energy to speak after such an earth shattering release.

He pulled her down from the counter and his hands worked on removing her dress. Once she was all naked he pulled her to his chest and moved themselves to the bed.

The shy demeanor of Sara was another turn on for him. Inspite watching her naked like a hundred times she was still shy and was trying to cover her body.

Before he could push her on the bed she herself went and laid there making him laugh and she turned her face away biting her lips to stop the smile.

He dropped his pants to the ground before slipping out of his boxers and laid down on her, handling his weight on his hands.

"Ready?"

He asked and she nodded pulling his neck chains and joining their lips before wrapping her legs around his hips.

After an eventful night, he released in her and fell down on her. Both of them trying to catch their breaths. His head rested on her soft breasts while his hands were around her dropped lazily.

"Shubman?"

"Shub.."

She looked down and he was already asleep. She sighed but a smile plastered on her face. She pushed her head up a little and carefully kissed his forehead.

"Happy Birthday my love."
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Here we go with the next chapter, do tell me how did you like it!

I hope I did justice to drunk Shubman! His goofy side was this much, it's not like I can go and write him jumping on the bed! That would be a little too much🫣

I had no prior experience of how people act when they are drunk so this is all fictional, hope you guys liked it!

Also how was wild Shubman?🌚 I just love them man🤭. He was drunk and yet he was soft, I wish everyone will get a partner like Shub.

Also just curious, is there any male reader here? If yes please drop a comment!

The target for the next chapter is 120+ votes and 35 proper comments!

Thank you.

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