Warnings - smut, No minors [teasing, dirty talking, daddy kink, dom!Ishan]
Words - 2059
Characters - reader x Ishan Kishan
Location - North Adelaide, Australia

[Y/N - your name, Y/N/N - your nickname]

Third person's POV -

'Sirf ek wicket dur hai India yeh shankla jitne se. Kya lagta hai apko kar lenge?' said Aakash Chopra from the commentary box.
'Dekho 9 runs karne hai, 3 ball bache hai aur samne Marcus Stoinis hai! Mushkil to bilkul bhi nahi hai.' chuckled Jatin Sapru.

Rahul Chahar was bowling with Ishan Kishan behind the wicket. Although India didn't win the toss, they made a pretty good score - 303/8. But still the Australian team managed to reach there. At some point with Bumrah and Bhuvi's bowling it looked like India was totally winning but then Stoinis came and changed the match. Everybody's blood pressure was going up and down. Everyone was praying and had their fingers crossed.

'Rahul Chahar...apni chauthi [4th] ball dalte hue.' said Sapru.

'y/n! Open your eyes! y/n/n! Rahul is bowling!' Ishani shook her.
She was burying her face in her palms, refusing to look up.

'NO! I'm so scared. Please I don't wanna watch!' she squealed.
'Aur ye bat aur ball ka lajwab connection!! Kitni duri hai? Kya ye catch ho sakta hai? niche Shubman Gill boundary pe ek dum tyar. Kya woh catch pakad lenge!'
'Fielder banne darshak! Ball boundary ke us par! SIX!!'

Australia was literally winning. Air became tensed.
'Okay ab muje bhi nahi dekhna!' saying so Ishani too closed her eyes.
'Please please god no no no!! Come on ' y/n went on.

'Panchva [5th] ball, Rahul Chahar Marcus Stoinis ko dalte hue!'
'Run lene bhage hai Stoinis. Ball zyada dur nahi gayi hai, Kya run out ho sakta hai? Nahi arey pohoch gaye dono batsmen.'
'Sirf ek ball, aur do run! Australia jeet se sirf do run dur! Aur India jeet se ek wicket durr. Kuch bhi ho sakta hai.'

'Last ball. Ye last ball decide karegi winner. Pura stadium shant ho chuka hai. Sab apni team ke liye prathna kar rahe hai.'
'Chaliye let's go! Yeh 6th ball....short pitch ball aur Ishan Kishan ki skilful stumping!'

'Ground umpire, third umpire ki aur ishara karte hue. Sab ki dhadkane badh gayi hai!' Laughed Aakash Chopra.
'Sab ki nazar screen par hai. Kya hoga?'

After a minute or so big 'OUT' displayed on the screen. Everybody started shouting in joy.

'INDIA WINS THE SERIES!! yehi cricket hai! Kis moment pe kya hoga no one knows. Match pura badal dala. Australia was winning but India bola nahi ye series to humari hai! Congratulations India, we won!!' cheered Jatin Sapru.

'HOLY SHIT WE WON!' Ishani jumped and hugged y/n.
'YES OUR BOYS DID IT!' she squealed.

After the boys had their own little celebration on the ground the families went down there to meet them.

'Hi baby!' Ishan smiled when he saw her coming to him.
'HI!' y/n smiled so much that her eyes almost disappeared.

The happiness on his face was just priceless.

She ran to hug him but instead he bent down and picked her up.
'We won baby!' he smiled.
'Ishan! Everybody is staring. Put me down!' she giggled.

Everybody around was staring in like 'awe they're so cute' kind of way. She knew how hard he worked for this.

'It's just I had lost hope. And you pulled me up. So thank you y/n/n.' he smiled.
'Ouch? Why would you thank me for that? I'm glad and I'm proud!'

'Thank you sweetheart.' he said pecking her lips which made her blush.
'We're just gonna finish all the post match things and then we'll watch movies and cuddle. Okay?' he smiled.

'Don't you forget what you promised.' Ishan whispered in her ear which made her shiver against him.

She's been teasing him since the morning. Edging him.

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[Morning 9 o'clock]

'Why are you torturing me like this haan?' Ishan huffed as Y/N hopped off from where she was straddling him earlier, as he lay under her. He had a hard on now, that he knew he was getting no help with.

'Because I like you getting all hot and bothered!' y/n giggled.

'You know you need to be taught a lesson naughty girl.'
'wait...what was that?' she laughed.

'Uh it's called dirty talking.' he cocked a eyebrow.
'I'm not that much for a dirty talk you know.' she replied.

'We'll see.' he smirked.
'Oh I'd love that. But maybe after the match..' she hummed.

'Yeah I'm seriously getting late right now.' he chuckled.
'You know maybe we'll meet directly after the match so good luck Ishan.' she smiled sweetly.

'What if I don't win. You'll be disappointed?' he said.
'You are a horrible person Ishan Kishan. Why the hell would you say that to me. You know I was with you in the happiest moments the hardest of times of your life. It doesn't matter to me.' y/n said cupping his face.

'I'm sorry. I'm just feeling a bit low.'
'I know. But don't. Arey match hai cheer up ho jao! I'm so bad at giving pep talks but still!' she chuckled.

He didn't say anything just leaned in and brushed his plump lips over hers softly.

'I'll be waiting in our room for you, after.' she whispered biting his ear lobe playfully.
'I'm looking forward to it!' he chuckled spanking her ass.
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'Hey y/n!' Virat gave her a side hug.
'Hello.' she smiled.

'We have the dinner at 8 alright? You two don't be late.' he informed.
'Okay bhaiya.' nodded Ishan.

After receiving the trophy, the prizes and doing the grand photo shot and cake cutting at the hotel everybody went back to their respective rooms.

Ishan already took a shower while y/n and Ishani were planning tomorrow's shopping. So when she left y/n went to take a shower. Ishan was busy texting on phone about choosing the restaurant tonight with the boys when he looked up she was already done and standing in front of the closet, choosing a dress.

He came and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her shoulder softly.
'I love you.' he whispered.
'Itna pyaar! I'll melt Mr. Kishan!' she giggled.

'Mhmm.' he said as kisses her neck.
'Kya decide hua phir? Where are going for dinner?' she asked.

'Thai restaurant. I don't want to eat Thai. Well Shubman and Abhay were craving for it so we're going there, a little far from here but okay.'
'What were you craving?' she asked.

'You.' he replied as his one hand went down to caress her thigh.

'Ishan?' somebody knocked.
'Yeah?' he yelled.

'Open up!' the guy said.
When Ishan opened the door, he rolled his eyes at the sight to his two idiot best friends.

'Aa rahe ho na tum dono?' asked Abhay.
'Dude of course! y/n is just getting ready now get out of my face.' saying so Ishan slammed the door on their faces.

'Kaun tha?' y/n asked as he turned around. She was now fully dressed.

'It was Shubman and Abhay.' he replied.
'Just give me 10 minutes. I'll get ready!' she said.

'No no! Abhi to 7:30 baje hai. Tum aram se ready ho jao!' he said.

While she got ready Ishan FaceTime-d his Mom and Dad.
'Hello beta! Badhai ho. Kya match tha.' His dad said.
'Thank you dad!' he replied.

Hearing Ishan's dad's voice y/n did a little ran across the room to the couch where he was sitting.
'Uncle!' She said as she crashed beside him.
'Arey y/n!'

'Is that y/n ? Muje dooo!' Suchitra, Ishan's mother said snatching the phone from his husband.
'haaye mera bachha!' she smiled.

'Helloo aunty!' she smiled back.
'Haaye bohot pyaari lag rahi hai meri beti! Waise aaj ka din kaisa tha?' she said.

'Idhar bete ko nahi puch rahi match kesa raha. Isne kiya hee kya hai stadium main baithne ke siva!' Ishan huffed.
'Match to jita hee diya tune pata hai! kya puchu usme. Meri beti se subah se baat nahi hui hai naa! Achaa Phir bhi bata do, how was the match?'
'Achaa tha mumma of course!' he rolled his eyes.

'Chalo bas tab theek..Waise, we'll talk later haan, khana kha rahe hain.' she said.
'Okay maa talk to you later. Bye.'
'Bye!'

'Mumma aur tumhara kabhi khatam nahi hota naa.'
'Tume kya dikat hai? Waise how do I look though?' she asked climbing onto his lap.

'Mmmm hot.' he smirked running his hands up her thighs.
She leaned in and kissed him.

He tightened his hands on her waist to pull her closer and her hands ran through his hairs.
Not long before he uses his tongue.
He tasted sweet. No literally sweet because he had just eaten a dark chocolate.
She moans a little when he bites her lower lip.

'I thought you'd like to know, I'm not wearing anything underneath this skirt.' she whispered in his ear.
'Maybe I have to see it for myself.' he said in a deep voice.

But then suddenly Ishan's phone rang
'You know someday I'm gonna kill them.' Ishan huffs as he sees his best friend's name on the screen. Y/n giggled and slides down on the couch from his lap.

'Ishan!' said Abhay.
'Let's goo!' added Shubman.

'Kya hai yaar?' he sighed.
'We know you guys can't keep your hands of off each other but Late mat karna! We're hungry. Wapis aake karte rehna jo karna ho.' said Shubman.
'Abey oo karte rehna kya hota hai? Give us few minutes, we'll be out.' Ishan said and ended the call.

'Chalo then.' y/n says picking up her wallet and stuff from the bed.

'Oh Ishan, my sandals.' she gestures him looking down her undone straps of her black heels.
Just as he went down on his knee to tie them she lifted her skirt up to her hip, enough to give him a look.

'Dammit sweetheart!' Ishan cursed.
'told ya!' she smirked.

'Oh you dirty girl!' he chuckled.
'So what are we waiting for?' she asked.

'You were teasing me since yesterday. Why would I give you anything?You've been a bad girl.' he crossed his hands.
'You know you can't resist me.' she smiled cunningly.

'Oh no no. You've been craving for my hands. I know baby. I could see it. But you won't be getting them.' he laughed.
'Please?' she said.

'No.' he shook his head.
'Please daddy?' she quivered.

'You're lucky we're in a hurry and I love you.' he smirked, pulling her up to her feet. He tugged her hand, pulling her towards the table. He turned her around aggressively so her back was to him.

After all of her clothes were off, Ishan kissed her one more time before taking her to the table and turning her around.

His one hand grabbing her waist and one slowly going up her thighs. She gasped when his hand slipped into her folds.

'Fuck you're so wet. How are you so wet already.' he chuckled.
He then slowly drew circles. And let his two fingers slip inside.

'Mmmh fuck.' she moaned.
'You feel so good.' he whispered in her ear.
'So good, I could ruin you right here.' he added.

His fingers were sending an waves of pleasure through her body. They were deliciously rubbing into her walls. His other hand free hand slid up to her breasts. He caressed the nipple with his fingers and pinched it causing y/n to roll her eyes in pleasure.

The room was silent and she could hear the wet noises coming out her as he moved his fingers in and out of her soaked pussy.

'Look at you, getting off just by my hand. Fuck I want to be in there.' he groaned.
She could now feel the pleasure building in.

'Go on....fuck I'm close' she whimpered.
He moved his fingers in a faster pace. It was just few more seconds and.....
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Completed in part two <3