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darklydeliciousdesires · 8 years ago

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Sunday Pleasures - A Shannon Leto/Original character one shot story.

Summary: Shannon and Alicia find the perfect way to pass time on an otherwise lazy Sunday.

Disclaimer: I do not know any real persons mentioned in this story, which is a complete work of fiction and product of my imagination. No monies are being made off this story, and no true claims are made either. Again, it’s all just fiction, baby!

Warning - Explicitly detailed sexy time ahead. If erotica isn’t your deal, turn the car around and drive back the way you came. If however it is, keep on driving ;)

Just a quick and hot offering to tide my Shan girls over. Enjoy!

“Honey, do you want more coffee?” Shannon called from the kitchen as Alicia idly played with her hair while engrossed in her magazine.

“Please!” she yelled back, curling up a little more under her blanket as the fire crackled nearby. It was a lovely, cosy Sunday at home with her man, LA experiencing a rare day of bitter winds and cold rain outside which had meant their planned day out only extended to them heading out for lunch and a brief shopping excursion before coming home, dressing in their casual lounging around clothes (sweats and a t shirt for Shannon, an oversized tee and tube socks for Alicia) and spending the remainder of their day on the couch with coffee and movies to watch.

“Hey, don’t get to preoccupied with that. Look what I found,” Shannon said as he came back in, passing the coffee cup to her outstretched hands and letting the DVD he’d been carrying under his arm fall into her lap.

“Oh my god! I thought I’d gotten rid of his in my great Feng Shui attack of two thousand and eleven!” she exclaimed, picking up the box that contained the original Carrie movie. Shannon put it on and then got under the blanket with her while the wind continued to howl outside, Alicia putting her magazine down and cuddling up to him as the movie began.

They might have started out with the best on intentions to actually watch it, but after only half an hour Alicia developed a case of wandering hands syndrome, one Shannon didn’t put a stop to either.

“Oh really?” he asked, feeling her fingertips trail idly over his crotch.

“Mmhmm.” That was all the green light he needed to dive on her, yanking the blanket away and pulling off her socks before running his hands up her legs slowly from ankle to hip as they began kissing. He lay her back on the couch, his body blanketing hers and his mouth only retreating from their kiss for the few moments it took for her to pull his t shirt off and run her hands down his chest, groaning at how good it felt, how hot and soft his skin felt against her delicate, long fingers.

The lust they harboured for each other almost overtook the tenderness of the moment, if it hadn’t been for them whispering ‘I love you’ to each other when their mouths weren’t occupied kissing each other’s skin. Seven years together and they were still utterly besotted with one another. As her hand pushed inside his boxers he pulled off her t shirt and laid a line of kisses across her neck, a small groan vibrating through his throat as he felt her press a hand to his dick.

He then flicked the fastening of her bra open and ran his tongue between her cleavage before it found her nipples, biting them gently as she gasped and threw her head back, legs tightening around his waist and pulling him closer to her.

“That’s another pair you owe me,” she said as she felt her thong torn from her, gasping as his fingers began stroking her slit, gently nudging for entrance until they slid into her pussy with ease.

“You won’t be mad at me for much longer about that, now shut up and kiss me you sexy bitch.” He panted, mouth covering hers again as his fingers pushed against her in a mind blowing, hard and fast rhythm, his thumb pressing against her clit as she moaned in delight. No one was as good as him at turning her on and reducing her to an overly stimulated wreck in just seconds.

Somewhere between her trying to slide down the couch a little more and Shannon attempting to free himself of his clothes they ended up tumbling onto the floor, hands travelling each other’s bodies at speed as they panted and groaned.

Alicia was so desperate to feel him inside her she pulled his dick from his boxers without actually removing the clothes still separating them and began to rub the head against her soaking wet slit, kissing him as he moaned almost helplessly and feeling his short nails dig into her back, biting her tongue and thrusting his hips up to enter her, making her sit up and back until her pussy literally swallowed his whole length.

“Ohhhhh, oh damn you feel so good!” she exclaimed, scarcely able to believe just how good he felt inside her. He might have been the only man she’d had sex with in the last seven years, but still, his cock never ceased to amaze her.

Feeling him thrusting up into her and meeting every one of her downward movements perfectly, Alicia nails dug into his chest as she ground down on his hardness with vigour, those nails clawing at him and leaving a series of bright red marks behind, branding him.

It wasn’t long before the battle of dominance over the other had the tables turned though, quite literally as Shannon pushed her off him and onto her back, their bodies knocking the table to the side and a few items falling off, smashing to bits as they hit the floor.

“Damnit woman, quit clawing me!” he exclaimed, yanking her hands off his shoulders.

“Make me,” she replied with sultry defiance, licking her top lip and watching him look thoughtful for a few moments before he reached across the floor and yanked one of the shopping bags he’d picked up earlier closer, taking out a new belt he’d bought from within.

“Alright, you asked for it.” Standing up he rid himself of his clothes and then bent down and picked her up, carrying her to the hallway and feeling his pulse racing double time as her tongue slid across his neck. When there he held her body firmly to his with one arm, then pushed his chest against her to hold her against the stair banisters before taking her wrists and binding them to one of the thick wooden posts with his belt, pulling it sharply so she was tied tight.

“Get out of that one, tiger claws,” he quipped, raising an eyebrow as he nudged his dick back inside her, forcing her legs open wider with his hands.

“I don’t want to.” She whispered smoulderingly as she literally hung there by her arms and was fucked hard and fast. His body pounded against hers in a savage, sexually aggressive display of need, of want for her. Never in her life had Alicia felt as desired by a man as she did Shannon, never before had she had a guy who demonstrated such through the kind of sex he gave her on a regular basis either. To him, she was a goddess and he treated her as such.

At that precise moment though, she was his dirty, kinky little sex princess and was being treated as such. He knew she loved to be tied up and didn’t much care that it was a brand new belt he’d used to facilitate such. It’d soften the leather if nothing else. The pace continued to be nothing short of furious, Alicia calling out over and over as she felt those tingling waves pulse through her, rushing ever faster, ebullience threatening to wash over her, almost there…

“Oh my god! Ohhhhh!” And there she was, fucked headlong to a screaming orgasm. He didn’t stop either, not even for a moment to catch her breath as beads of sweat began to run down her chest, her wrists being rubbed sore by the leather belt binding her to the banisters.

All that sumptuous pleasure continued to rise and rush through her body from where the thick head of his dick hit her g spot time and time again, Alicia’s legs locking around him furiously as he kissed and nibbled the side of her neck, his heavy breaths blasting against her ear.

“Does that feel good, gorgeous? Hmmm, you like that?” he asked, letting go of his bite on her earlobe and running his tongue over it.

“You don’t even need to ask me. You can feel how wet you’ve got me, you kinky fucker.” She replied, moving her head to the side to kiss him while deliberately squeezing her inner muscles around his dick as hard as she could, letting go and then tensing again until he drove into her wildly, grunting with effort as her body writhed against his.

Her head bumped repeatedly off the banisters as her fingers felt their way around the end of the belt, pulling the leather so the pin shot free of the hole and unfastened her restraint, the force of her body dropping a couple of inches lower, the pressure of his dick suddenly sinking deeper into her and hitting the outermost limits of her core enough to drive them both into orgasm, loudly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned, half in pleasure and half pain at feeling a layer of skin torn off his back. If he was honest it only added to it, and he was way too out of breath to even give her a verbal ticking off for it either. As much as he loved Alicia scratching him in the throes of passion, her new manicure was a lot sharper than her previous square tips.

At that precise moment though, he only cared about the fact he could barely breath, only just having enough breath to pant ‘I’m gonna crash’ before his legs gave way and they fell backwards onto the floor in an entanglement of limbs, hardly able to breathe.

“I think we need to hit the shower. I didn’t anticipate getting this sweaty this afternoon,” he panted, still hardly able to catch his breath

“Well if I’m in there with you the only thing clean about it will be the soap. C’mon, I wanna blow you somewhere warm and wet.” Shannon couldn’t help the smirk that spread across his face at hearing that, grinning widely as Alicia stood up, a foot either side of his body and her hands on her hips, giving him a scorching hot ‘well? What the fuck are you waiting for?’ look.

He grinned even wider as he propped himself up on his elbows, then stretched up to kiss her thigh, his mouth travelling higher as he sat up properly, his tongue softly grazing against her clit briefly as it slid between her folds, and then up to her belly button before he stood and picked her up.

“Never let it be said I don’t appreciate your raging sexual appetite,” he said while carrying her up the stairs.

“Good!” she replied, running her hand through his hair and kissing his temple. “Love you, baby.”

“Love you too, my sexy girl.” Five minutes later and he loved her even more.

“Damn that feels amazing. Ahhhh yeah.” He groaned, his head hitting the black tiled wall behind him while he closed his eyes, drowning in the ecstasy he felt at Alicia’s tongue running circles around the underside of his engorged shaft while her lips lightly sucked on the head, her fingers gently running up and down his taut stomach. She could feel the muscles contracting against his skin, like small electric currents making them judder.

She loved having that feeling of power over him, making him shake with desire. Taking his dick deep in her throat she stretched her tongue out and managed to lick his balls at the same time, Shannon not thinking such a move could exist without a broken jaw until he’d met her. Then again, this was the woman who could fit her entire fist in her mouth with no difficulties.

Such talents only ensured that with a gruff grunt and a shudder of complete bliss, Shannon came hard, spraying the back of her mouth with the manifestation of his orgasm, Alicia swallowing it back before she stood and kissed him.

“I think I’m glad for the rainy day now since this is how we’ve chosen to spend it,” she purred, kissing him.

“I thought you might be.” He replied, stroking her back as they continued to kiss, very thankful for the rain that continued to pour down outside.

The End.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 8 years ago

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A Wedding in Tuscany - A Shannon Leto one shot request story.

Summary: Request fulfillment time! It’s Shannon and Isabelle’s wedding night and neither can wait for some alone time ;)

Warning - Explicitly detailed sexy time ahead. If erotica isn’t your deal, turn the car around and drive back the way you came. If however it is, keep on driving ;)

So, ladies. Are you ready? I don’t quite think you’re ready for the serious amount of Shan smut to follow. I um...I kinda went all out. Whoever requested it, I hope it pleases! :)

“You know, I don’t think I’d change a single thing about today, except for wishing your dress was a zipper fastening and not a corset. I know I’m not going to be able to get you out of it as quickly as I want to,” Shannon told his new wife as they stood on the balcony of the reception room at the beautiful hotel they’d been married at earlier that day. They were in Tuscany, Italy and their hotel overlooked a huge vineyard valley below, right in the heart of the Tuscan countryside.

“He always has to find something to complain about,” Isabelle replied with an eye roll, smiling over the top of her champagne flute.

“I wouldn’t be the man you married unless I complained about something. Annoying unfastening issues aside, I have to tell you again that I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look more beautiful.” He was bowled over when he first saw her today, walking down the aisle towards him. Her dress was simple and understated, white satin with a corset top, flowing skirt and train and her lovely, long red hair all curled, adorned with tiny purple flowers pushed through the braids that held her hair back off her face.

“Thank you, again,” she began giving him a kiss before sipping her champagne. “Lovely as this dress is though, I think I’m going to need some help getting out of it sooner rather than later. I’m fucking roasting, baby. Heavy satin isn’t known for being breathable. Care to help me and maybe…do other things while we’re upstairs?” Shannon read the undertones of her request loud and clear, his grin making her laugh.

“Let’s get out of here. We can be quick, for now.” Luckily for them everyone was having too much of a good time to notice them sneak away, a departure that lead to some heated kisses in the elevator up to their suite (they’d really gone all out for their wedding day and their accommodation was no exception) and a lot of laughter when it came to Shannon trying to get Isabelle out of her dress.

“Belle, what the fuck is with this bullshit?” he exclaimed, his bride laughing so hard she thought she might pee herself.

“Just loosen it off from the centre to the top and then centre to bottom. Come on, Shan. You’re better than this!” she exclaimed, squeaking when he began nibbling her neck and growling with annoyance.

“You’re fucking right, I am. I’m not letting a damn ribbon beat me!” It took him about ten minutes of fiddling but eventually he got the better of her dress, Isabelle stepping out of it with his help once it was unfastened, revealing the beautiful pale purple underwear she had on underneath to her new husband, who noted that they matched the little flowers in her hair. He appreciated little touches like that and always had love her wearing purple. It went with her beautiful copper red hair perfectly.

Laying back on the bed she beckoned him with her finger, smiling as he slid his jacket off and undid his tie, kicking off his shoes and socks before joining her. Turning her onto her side he then kissed her softly, telling her for the umpteenth time how beautiful she looked. Isabelle would never get tired of hearing that either. No one complimented her as much as Shannon, or made her feel as good about herself as he did.

Running his hand down her back while using the other to tickle the side of her neck lightly, Shannon could feel the lust contained within him for the amazing woman next to him burn throughout his body, the epicentre of that mounting desire starting to tent the front of his pants. He slid his hands up her body, hooking his thumbs under her bra and flicking it undone, a feeling of satisfaction sweeping through him as he witnessed her full, pert breasts bounce out, draping one of her long legs over his thigh.

Feeling his hands roam her body, making tiny contractions from deep within ripple the flesh with a pleasant vibration, Isabelle felt a sigh release from her throat without any conscious annunciation of it, the effect he had on her rendering her seemingly powerless of her own voice.

His hands slid around her back, massaging her shoulders as they continued to kiss. They then trailed down her arms to her wrists as he forced his leg further between hers and pushed her onto her back, his knee moving to press against her thigh to hold her there. As if she'd want to be anywhere else but under his incredible body, which she assisted him in revealing by helping him undo the buttons of his black shirt.

He came back down to her, leaning his weight on one elbow while he used his other hand to stroke her thigh, softly flicked his tongue against her lips until her mouth opened to him and she reached up to hold his head in her hands, stroking his face before sliding them down his neck and onto his chest. Just touching him, it always made her feel orgasmic. He felt even better than he looked and damn, her man looked delicious.

She ran her thumbs over his already stiffened nipples and heard him grumble happily deep in his throat, his hand working down her body to stroke her toned stomach and grasp her underwear, pulling it from her body with an urgent yank and snapping the thin stringy material that barely covered her in the first place.

“Bastard, breaking my wedding panties!” she scolded, thumping him in the chest.

“Sorry,” he apologised, giving her the kind of look that she could forgive murder to and kissing the end of her nose. “I just love you naked is all, you know this.” He followed with, sitting up and moving further down the bed slightly to reposition himself over her stomach, tongue tracing across the tattoo there and the ones on her side (she had a collection of wildflowers that trailed from her ribcage to lower abdomen) sketching the details with a feather light touch while he slid his hands down the insides of her thighs.

Isabelle lay back and let herself be completely taken away by him, her body registering all the sensations his touch gave her, mind processing each caress and her voice responding to it with soft little gasps and exclamations of contentment. Shannon then turned her onto her front and continued to attend to her body with his mouth and hands, hearing her breathing quicken and then stop, somewhat amused but at the same time pleased with himself that as always, his touch made her forget to breathe at times.

“Mmmmmm, this perfect ass.” He whispered, trailing his fingertips over it and gently biting the side of the left cheek, hard enough for her to feel and respond with a content 'ahhhh' but soft enough not to leave a mark.

Pulling her hips up until she was on her knees, top half of her body still pressed down into the bed Shannon forced her legs open and spread her ass cheeks with his hands, delving his tongue straight into her slit and working it back and forth all the way up to her anus and back again. He could have teased her, made her practically growl with frustration, but the want inside of him for to really enjoy what he planned to be just the first part of his wedding night overrode any desire to be an evil tease right then. He pressed his tongue flat against her parted lips and worked it up and down, stimulating her glistening opening at the same time as the tip rubbed against her clit, swollen and hard from arousal already.

Isabelle pressed her forehead into the bed and moaned, feeling her hips jerk involuntarily against his face, his hands holding her steady while his tongue dipped into her core, her muscles softly squeezing it and coating it in her juices. She felt his hand slide around and press into her stomach before his thumb came back to rub a circle around the edge of her clit, and then directly over the tip while he stretched his tongue as far as he could inside her, mouth completely buried in her hot, wet flesh. Her pussy practically had a current running from it onto his tongue which he swallowed back hungrily, a deep moan vibrating against her while hot sharp breaths provided further stimulation.

Just as she was starting to get lost in the heavenly rhythm he had established, Isabelle felt him move, lying on his back between her legs and pulling her hips down until her clit was in reach of his tongue, beginning to circle and rub it with increased pressure than before. He then used two fingers to part her velvety soft lips and push into her slick tightness, feeling her muscles clamping on him, a surge of pleasure running from his fingers, through his hand and down his arm from the contractions he felt.

He didn't waste time to change the movement of his fingers from slow penetration to pushing forward hard and massaging her, so hard it felt to her like he was trying to push them back through the front of her body, her g spot tingling so strongly she could barely stand it, each movement of his fingers inciting more pleasure than the last.

Her clit began to burn and ache as the ecstasy mounted up strongly, her pulse quickening dangerously as her mind felt like it was caught between going blank and into overdrive, barely able to think clearly at all with all the sensations coursing through her shaking body, damp with a sheen of perspiration from the hot atmosphere of the humid Italian summer.

“Mmmmm, baby. That felt so good.” She purred when he’d moved back up the bed underneath her again, kissing her throat and clasping her body tightly to his. She could taste herself all over his mouth when they kissed, which made the pit of her stomach grow tighter with heated arousal, raking her nails down his arms and back up again across his neck.

Her mouth then left his to run over every last crease and dip of his chest and stomach, fingers undoing his belt as she felt the eagerness of his erection pressing into her palm. She freed him of the material confides and pulled his pants and boxers off him, positioning herself between his legs and running her tongue in a line up his defined stomach while her hand grasped his cock.

She moved her mouth to her hand and discreetly deposited a trail of saliva into her palm before wrapping it lightly around the head of his thick erection and rubbed it up and down, alternating between that and a gentle twist, an almost guttural moan rattling up from his throat as his chest began to rise and fall at a faster pace.

She used her other hand to cup his balls and gently roll them around, tongue circling his navel and slowly working lower. When he felt her mouth enclose around him at last Shannon let out a shuddering breath and ran his hands through her hair. Looking down he watched his length being swallowed back into her throat, her lips crushing around the base hard before dragging slowly back up to the tip, her lips tightening again to push back down over him and slide his foreskin back in one downward motion.

Isabelle always thought he had one of the nicest looking dicks she’d ever seen, more girth than length and currently rippled with engorged veins that her lips emptied of blood as they pressed against them, tightening and releasing her grip as her mouth travelled up and down his shaft, tongue pressing and circling. The small, rose gold stud she had pierced through her tongue added the kind of friction that made him squeeze his eyes tightly shut and groan so deeply he didn't sound human, more animal as he started to pant, hands pulling her hair as her mouth moved faster, sucking him into hot wetness again and again.

“Belle, come here. I love this but I really need you badly, babe.” He groaned almost helplessly, pulling her up by the top of her arms and letting out the most aroused growl of pure lust Isabelle had ever heard from him as she reached back and guided him inside her, the heat of slick walls gripping and encasing him totally as he felt her nails run along the sides of his head, her tongue pressing against his in an open mouthed kiss.

The friction created from their bodies moving against each other in such hot, blind passion brought about such overwhelming sensations both felt lost in a sea of ecstasy, the whole world could have fallen away and neither would have noticed.

“You do things to me I can't even fucking describe. I swear I’m the smartest guy ever for putting a ring on it!” He panted, making her giggle as he ran his fingers down her cheeks to her neck, trailing in circles to her chest and pushing her over as he turned to lie on top of her, pulling her legs up around him to grant deeper access for his dick, burying himself into her balls deep as the pace sped up. His pelvis began crashing against hers over and over as he drove in with complete abandon, fuelled by her loud, bliss filled cries, her mouth hanging open in exertion as she felt her nipples licked and bitten.

His mouth finally came back to hers for the briefest of moment before retracting into the crevice between her neck and shoulder, tongue swirling across the over sensitive, goose pimple riddled skin as he moaned deeply, moving faster against her until he completely lost control of his own body and drove into her like a jackhammer, feeling her legs wrap around him tightly and nails run down his back, an orgasm propelling through her body so violently it all but took her to another planet she was so consumed by the pleasure. Shannon experienced much the same when he came with a deafening primal noise right in her ear, arms gripping her upper body tightly as they fought to regain their breath.

“Oh god, that was too good. I almost don’t want to go back downstairs again!” Isabelle exclaimed, smoothing her hair away from her face and kissing her husband passionately.

“Me neither, but then I think how much hotter it’ll be later when we’re drunk and go in for round two,” he commented, watching her raise her eyebrows.

“Get the hell off me. Champagne, I’m coming for you, my love!” she called, pushing him off of her and throwing herself off the bed, Shannon laughing loudly. They took a quick shower to freshen up and Isabelle touched up her makeup before getting into the long, black dress she’d brought to change into for the night time celebrations, Shannon dressing in his suit again (but leaving the jacket and tie in the bedroom) before they made their way back downstairs.

For the rest of the evening they barely left each other’s side, having a blast with their family and friends, drinking lots of booze and eating out of this world Italian food as they partied it up, celebrating becoming Mr and Mrs Leto until 2am, when they made their drunken escape back upstairs as their celebrations were beginning to die down.

As soon as they were back in the suite, Shannon led her to the bedroom and pushed her down onto the bed, kissing her collarbones delicately as he stroked her cheeks. She could feel her body react already just to the feel of his weight on top of her, every cell within her starting to awaken with arousal to the feel of him so close against her, his hands travelling down her bare arms and linking his fingers through hers as they kissed, his breath coming out in hot bursts through his nose and a small groan bubbling up in his throat as her hands reached down to undo his belt.

While she did this he began to push her dress straps down her arms, looking down at her for a few seconds while she sat up slightly so he could pull the garment off, his mouth kissing her mid chest to collarbone while his fingers flicked the clip fastening on her bra. Pulling both bra and dress from her body he lay over her again and moved his mouth agonisingly slowly from her neck down to her bare breasts, while her hands pushed his pants down. He pulled away from her for a second to kick off his clothes and also pull her out the underwear she wore before returning to her and continuing to give her beautiful body his undivided attention.

He was the most incredible lover she’d ever had. He’d always been utterly mind blowing with what he did to her just like he was doing right then, with two fingers working over her clit until it was hard as a marble and covered in her juices. It was so slippery and wet he couldn't wait to get his lips around it, so slid from her grasp and did just that. He started by covering as much of her as he could with his tongue, laying it flat against her wet crevice and licking her over and over before localising the stimulation to her clit, where he knew she wanted it most.

Isabelle let her head fall back into the stack of pillows with a raspy moan, thinking to herself how miraculous it was that something so small could transmit such a fierce current of pleasure when it was touched, her clit swelling more to the ministrations of his tongue. It varied in its movements as he watched the way her body reacted to each of them, building her up until she was clinging to his shoulders and panting through gritted teeth, bringing her back down again with softer touches to make her moan so softly it almost sounded helpless.

“Oh holy fuck, I can't get enough of how fucking good that feels. Mmmmm yeah, just like that. Ooooh,” she purred, running her fingers through his hair, a touch that made him even more aroused than he previously felt.

“You know by now you’re my favourite thing to have in my mouth, baby.” He said with a wink before sucking her clit, the pressure making more pleasure burst forth from the tiny hard nub as she felt his tongue rolling against it. She then felt it sucked again much, much harder, causing her body to almost convulse against him.

Each time Shannon felt her move or heard her moan it provided enough mental stimulation to make his arousal grow to a level that felt uncomfortable, the need for his own gratification causing him physical pain, he was so turned on. Within seconds he had matched deed to thought and slid back up her body until he was inside her, the burning ache his erection caused him encased in what felt like liquid velvet.

“Damn, that’s better,” he exclaimed as she giggled a little at him.

“I love how hard you get for me when you’re going down,” she replied, hooking her arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

“I can’t help it, you know how much I love eating your sweet little pussy.” He said, before re-entering the kiss she had claimed from him and thrusting hard and deep enough into her for her to once again break free from his lips and cry out at the sensations he inflicted on her body, his pace not changing at all from the frantic and furious rate he moved against her at, mouth caressing her neck as his arms slid down hers and then up her sides.

Moving to her chest he grasped her breasts and brought his mouth to each in turn while his dick battered into her at a senselessly fast pace. Each frenzied thrust brought with it a wave of tingles more intense than the last deep within her pussy, which clenched around him furiously as Isabelle let out a long succession of high pitched 'Ahhh's'.

They became a sweaty, overly aroused entanglement of limbs upon the huge bed before long, changing positions regularly and pulling each other this way and that as they went about some serious enjoyment of their wedding night.

“Okay, Mrs Leto. Where you shoving me to this time? Shannon asked, sitting up on his knees.

“Right there'll do me just fine. Mmmmm, yeah.” Isabelle purred, sitting astride him and sinking back down onto his hardness until every last inch was buried deep inside her slick tightness, using her knees to begin sliding up and down on him in little bounces, chest pressed close to his as she kissed him and stroked his face.

He managed to move himself so he was sat crossed legged under her, Isabelle crossing her legs behind his back and sinking down onto his cock while his hands ran up her spine and around to grasp at her breasts as she rocked against him, feeling every single last inch of him tingle and stretch out her insides. Feeling his hands roam freely all over her flesh, the coldness of his wedding ring feeling icy across her hot skin she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him tighter, resting her chin on top of his head as his lips kissed her throat. She never thought sex this perfect could exist, until she met Shannon three years ago, that was.

“Damn, honey. You're so hot.” She told him, running her forefinger nail down his cheek and watching him turn his head to bite it then suck it into his mouth. He let it go and claimed her lips again, gently biting her cupids bow before he felt himself being pushed away, Isabelle unhooking her legs from behind him and pressing him back down to the bed, only to be flipped over onto her back and re-entered hard as his hands pressed her hips down into the mattress and his lips sucked her tongue, both panting and moaning loudly.

It didn't take long for them to work up to a level of erotic heat so strong it threatened to set the bed on fire, Shannon grinding down into her hard as once again she wrapped her legs around him with a tight grip, making him push harder against her and causing the head of his steely hardness to bump against her g spot as it slid past.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good! Mmmm yeah, oh I love you so damn much!” Panted Isabelle, catching his lips in a kiss as her nails trailed the length of his spine.

“I love you too, beautiful. So much. Thank you for being my wife.” He told her, only pausing to speak those heartfelt words before continuing to kiss her as he carried on doing a wonderful job of sexually annihilating her.

She felt his hand reach up and stroke her face as his lips kissed her neck, his soft moans becoming deeper by the second as he thrust into her faster, his other hand stroking her thigh as she gasped audibly with every breath she took, feeling a beautiful current of white hot heat explode from her g spot. Her hips bucked up off the bed as her whole body pumped against his in a huge spasm, making him fuck her hard and fast before he groaned and filled her with cum.

“Fuck, fuck, ahhh shit!” He moaned as his dick shot jet after jet inside her still quivering pussy, feeling her nails cling on deep onto his shoulders as she shook beneath him, her body still craving more. She knew all he'd need was about twenty minutes until he was good to go again, so sat astride him and licked his chest as it rose and fell quickly at first, then slowly as he caught his breath.

“I hope you weren't planning on going to sleep, because you aren't gonna get chance for a few hours yet if I get my way,” she said, before circling his navel wither tongue.

“Okay, I suppose I better just give in now then. It is my wedding night, after all.” He sighed, pretending to sound put out. She looked up at him and laughed at the grin he was flashing her, sliding back up his sweaty body and kissing him, feeling her nipples pinched hard as she did. True to her desire, a few hours later as 4am wound around they were still going strong, Shannon leaning back against the bedroom wall with Isabelle crouched at his feet. Neither quite knew how they'd got back there, since they had managed to have sex quite literally all around the entire suite in those early hours.

He lent back against the wall as her hands stroked his chest and tongue began to beat back and forth over the tip of his dick, closing his eyes and smiling at the feeling of her mouth making him hard, her fingernails running right down his body and gently grazing over his balls as she hooked her other hand around his thigh to balance herself.

She ran her mouth up and down all over his thick shaft, feeling the veins stand out as they filled with the blood that made him hard as she moaned around his dick, sending delicious vibrations out as she did, making his hands tangle in her hair and a long low moan escape his lips as the pleasure that her lips gave made his whole body tingle.

She then used her tongue to trace tiny circles all the way up and down the underside of his length while her thumb rubbed back and forth over the head, seeping a generous amount of precum and hearing his breathing sound more deep and raspy by the second, knowing he was getting close.

“Just a warning baby but I think I'm about to…ahhhh, come,” Shannon said as his dick burst a load of hot semen into her mouth. She just looked up at him and laughed, at least he had tried to warn her of his pending orgasm. She swallowed and moved her tongue to his balls, licking each of them in turn and then sucking them gently while her hand pumped his sensitive cock, wanting him hard again.

“Stop that or I’ll be no use to you at all if you get me over excited,” he warned her, pulling her up and kissing her before moving from against the wall and pushing her there instead. “Now, be a good girl and bend over for me, with your hands against the wall.”

“Specific aren't we?” She asked, turning to give him a curious look as she did as she was told by her husband.

“Yeah, you know I like the view from this angle. Damn, dat ass!” he exclaimed, slapping it and hearing the echo of his hand meeting her skin throughout the bedroom. He started by leaning over and kissing her from her neck all the way down to her ass, sparing no inch of flesh in between as he used his hands to part her legs a little further, then plunge his tongue inside of her, circling her opening as she cried out at the amazing sensation of it.

He then used his hands to spread her cheeks further apart as his tongue continued to explore her intimately, reaching forward to taste her clit and then lick her back and forth as she became wetter, her breathing laboured as she felt more and more turned on.

She then felt him move from behind her as he stood, and momentarily cursed that his tongue was no longer where she wished it to be until she felt his fingers slide inside her. Those two fingers delivered a warm rush of gratification as they pressed into her slick walls and stimulated her until she was so close to coming he could have pushed her over the edge with just one more nudge, but to her chagrin pulled them away, not wanting to let her get there yet. He used his thumb to stimulate her clit as she moaned and moaned, finally groaning out loudly when his fingers slid back in.

“You're such an evil tease!” she cried as he barely moved his fingers, then started to fuck her with them fast, his hand slapping against her ass as she cried out over and over. She then felt his dick push inside her and start to slide in and out just as speedily as his fingers. Pressing her hands against the blue painted wall and opening herself up to him more she began to wail out loudly, wanting to take every last inch of his dick inside her, needing to feel him fill her completely.

“You can't get enough of this, can you? Dirty girl,” he said, leaning forward and pulling her head to the side by her hair to kiss her, his other hand rested on her ass until he withdrew his cock again, gave it a few strokes against her clit and re-entered her with his fingers, teasing her beyond belief. He stimulated her with his fingers deeply and then thrust his dick in shallowly, alternating between the two until she was crying out uncontrollably, dying to feel a release he just wouldn't let her have. She both loved and hated it in equal measures, when he did this.

“Please, Shannon. Please just let me fucking come!” she pleaded as once again he pushed his hardness back into her, feeling her muscles lock tightly around him, wanting him to stay exactly where he was.

“Nope!” He replied simply with a laugh, continuing to build her to boiling point only to pull away again. He ran his hands up and down her back as he sank his erection back into her hear, moving them around to pinch at her nipples as he pounded away inside her. She was praying that when she once again felt the tingles of orgasm starting to work up through her groin that he would let her reach orgasm, but once again felt his dick slip out of her just at the crucial moment.

“That’s it, I'm not standing for any more of this!” Isabelle shouted, standing up to full height again and pushing him back until he was sat down on a chair just by the side of the bed, sliding back down onto his dick as she straddled him. She ground down on him hard and fast, feeling him stretch her to the very limit as his hands pulled her hips closer to him, his tongue circling hers as they kissed and groaned in sheer erotic bliss.

She knew he was close as his breaths became ragged and deep, their sweaty bodies sliding against each other deliciously as she felt his teeth at her neck, not caring that he was biting her hard enough to leave bruises. But just like he had done to her she didn't let him come, and when she felt he was reaching the point of no return she stood up off him and smiled wickedly.

“Two can play your game, but I'm so horny I’ll only do it once.” She told him before slamming herself down onto him again and rocking her hips into his body so hard and fast they both came within moments, her nails scraping a layer of skin off his chest as he clung to her shoulders and sighed with relief as her body shook against his.

“So how’s married life for you?” he panted, completely out of breath.

“Hot as hell,” she replied, smiling down at him.

“As if it would be any other way with us!” he laughed, kissing her and adding ‘love you’ in between each press of his mouth against hers.

“Love you too.” She told him. Their night might have been dirty as hell so far, but the remainder was nothing short of romantic as they decided to sit and watch the sun come up together, both wrapped in a big, white bedsheet as Isabelle sat in his arms across his lap and they drank champagne on the balcony, watching their first sunrise as man and wife. It was simply perfect.

The End.

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UPCOMING STORY! Request fulfillment time :) to the lovely reader who asked for a one shot of Shannon and Isabella on their wedding night, it’s happening soon! If I finish tonight I’ll upload in the next few hours, if not it’ll be tomorrow morning. Either way, Shan smut ahoy! Who’s excited?

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UPCOMING STORY!

This guy. Because I was asked and therefore ye shall receive! I hope to post it sometime tomorrow, loves xxx

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Yoga Time - A Shannon Leto/Original Character one shot story.

For my recent anon who requested this one shot based on the picture below, here ya go! Have some Shanimal at long last :D

Usual warning/fic disclaimers apply. I can’t be arsed writing them down at the top of each fic any longer. Y’all know the drill, product of my imagination completely, smut ahoy, yadda yadda!

“I just can’t do it! Look at me, I’m like a weeble except that when I wobble I do fucking fall over!” Hayley screamed as once again, she tried to stand on her head and remain in that position, her amused boyfriend executing the move with ease and grinning at her as she hit the matting once again.

“Oh come on, Hayles! It isn’t like you haven’t got the core strength for it. Here, let me get down and I’ll hold your legs while you get your balance,” Shannon offered, getting upright again and kneeling in front of her to catch her legs when she tried for what must’ve been the fifteenth time.

She got up, wobbled, had him grab her legs to steady her before she tensed her abs in an effort to remain upright. “Okay, you balanced? I’m letting go…now.”

“Yes! I’m on my head and not wobbling! I did it, I…woah!” Shannon reached out and grabbed her quickly, save her from taking a sideways tumble once more.

“You’ll get there eventually. Hell, that five seconds was the longest time you’ve held yourself for so far. See look, there you go, doing it again and I’m not even holding you,” he encouraged her with, letting go again and watching Hayley remain on her head, perfectly balanced.

She held it for a good ten seconds that time before she began to wobble, Shannon grabbing her waist once more. “You know, I could give you some incentive to remain in this position.”

“Such as?” she questioned, having her answer when held her body to his and began to take off her yoga pants, followed by her underwear. “Yeah, I’m down for this. Or rather upside down.” She then added, Shannon pushing her thighs wider apart as he continued to hold her to him before plunging his tongue into her slit.

Feeling her wobble a little he held her tighter as his tongue went to work on her, dragging across her hot, pink folds, her shower fresh pussy delighting his tongue as he moaned, pushing it inside her.

Hayley wasn’t quite sure how she’d deal with the rush of blood to her head for a prolonged amount of time, but the feeling of his mouth pleasuring her was definitely worth it for that moment.

She groaned and gasped as he licked her on the inside before moving to pay her clit some attention with long, slow licks, circling his tongue around and around until her little bud was hard as a marble.

His big hands moved to grip her ass, massaging her pert cheeks as he ate her vigorously, his cock beginning to stir within his sweats.

“Now this is a form of yoga I’ve never experienced before, but I’m definitely not in any rush to move onto the next position,” she giggled, groaning softly.

“I didn’t think you would be.” He told her, turning his head to gently nip at her thigh with his teeth a couple of times before he continued to please her pussy with his tongue.

Keeping up a fast beat over her clit with his tongue, he pushed two fingers into her wetness and held her around the waist with his other arm, Hayley crying out loudly as those fingers pushed and twirled around inside her.

“Fuck, that’s so good, baby. Ahhhh, ahhh yeah!” she moaned, wishing she could get to him too although with her back against his body it was impossible to reach for his cock. She continued to enjoy her upside down sexual shenanigans for as long as she could possibly stand it, finally calling time on such when she began feeling dizzy in a bad way.

Putting her down he undressed himself quickly and then removed her top and sports bra, covering her chest in licks and kisses while his fingers quickly found their way back inside her, Hayley reaching for his throbbing, rock hard dick and giving it some attention.

His body shuddered against her as her hand worked him at a steady pace, moaning as he sucked her nipples and continued to finger fuck her, his movements becoming faster as her wetness bathed his fingers, arousing him beyond belief at how incredibly wet she always got for him.

Kissing his way back down her body his tongue joined his hand, his other one reaching around her thigh and holding her pussy lips open to him, making her clit stand out as he began to attack it with his tongue once more.

“Mmmmmm, I love how wet you get for me, honey.” He told her, burying his mouth against her and removing his fingers to reach up and pinch at her nipples, making Hayley moan loudly as her body writhed against his mouth.

He stroked her tattooed skin (she had a heavy covering with her chest, stomach and two full sleeves) as his tongue beat against her clit relentlessly, her nails dragging down his arms as she gasped and panted, needing him inside her desperately.

“Oh god, fuck! I need your cock so damn bad!” she wailed, fully expecting him to be a tease and make her wait for it. Her satisfaction was immeasurable when he moved to slide into her silky heat, his fat wad of dick stretching her wide as he grabbed her hips and pulled her up off the matting beneath them, beginning to pound her mercilessly.

She always loved when their workout time lead to sex, that morning absolutely no different as he fucked her wildly, reaching up to grasp her tits as her body moved in perfect sync against his. He filled her completely, every engorged vein in his thick shaft providing sumptuous stimulation against her tight, oversensitive walls as it glided into her time and again, making her cry out wildly.

“Yeah, you like that, gorgeous? Like my big, hard cock fucking you hard and fast?” he asked her, nails digging into her thighs as he pushed her legs down, driving himself into her even harder.

“Fuck yes, ahhhh, oh god!” she screamed, her hands gripping his powerful forearms. He then pulled out, turning her over and plunging back into her from behind, holding her waist tightly as he pounded the hell out of her.

He could feel her pussy clenching around him like crazy, spanking her ass as her moans became louder and more frequent, knowing she was close. Reaching beneath her he started to rub at her clit, her body moving back against his wildly as she shuddered, cried out and came so hard she felt light headed.

“Oh damn, that hit me hard!” she exclaimed, moaning as the pleasure continued to ripple over her gently in the wake of her undoing. “Let’s get you there now.” She added, turning and pushing him down onto his back, climbing on top of him and taking his cock into her hot, post-orgasmic wetness with a soft sigh.

Enveloping every last inch of him she began to bounce on him at a rapid pace, wanting to make him come as hard as she just had. Leaning forward she kissed him madly, running her fingers down his stubbly face and over his chest as she moved her mouth to his neck, kissing and licking it before pushing herself back up again.

“Yeah, come on, baby. Flood my pussy with cum.” She told him sultrily, rotating her hips against him frenziedly as he started to groan deeply. His eyes closed tightly as each ragged pant left his open mouth, his arousal spiralling past the point of any kind of return.

She rode him hard until the moment of his pleasure’s ultimate spark, Shannon pulling her down and thrusting up into her savagely as with a guttural groan, he came, bliss encircling him completely.

“Yeah, I definitely prefer that to any other yoga workout,” he told her, nibbling her cheek. “Wanna see how long you can stand on your head for now?”

“Fuck off!” she exclaimed, making him burst out laughing. “Standing up will be an issue enough, standing on my head? Nope. If we have sex again in a little while would that count as the cardio we haven’t done yet though?”

“Absolutely.” He confirmed, stroking her long, dark hair as they kissed. All that from a yoga headstand. Hayley definitely considered such to be a fair trade.

The End.

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