AN: Just a heads up there is a sex scene in this chapter and mentions of abuse, this chapter is why the rating jumped to mature. Both are marked the abuse with a flash back, the sex scene with a line break. Hopefully you are all enjoying the story though! I'd love to hear your thoughts and feedback!

Chapter 4

Shoto slumped down onto the couch his emotions a whirlwind. It had been years since he'd felt this useless. He'd run into Fais again, and he'd been out matched in every way, he buried his head in his hands, how had he let himself mess up this much. He'd been blinded by his own intents to see what was going on around him.

He chased Fais into the alley, deserted buildings lined the alley, and yet again Fais had taken cover in the debris, trash, dumpsters, wood pallets, even a rusted out van with its windows busted out. No movements that he could see. If he couldn't see Fais, then he couldn't see him, "Let's level the playing field." he whispered his breath coming out in a cloud as the temperature around him dropped. A thick sheet of ice wrapped around the street, up the walls, and through the deserted buildings.

He knew better, he should have known better than to use his quirk in a place civilians could have been. Where they had been, he just hadn't seen them.

Fais moved into view from behind a dumpster. A young girl with him feet bare, teeth chattering, Fais was floating above the ice. Air. His estimate had been correct Fais had an elemental quirk like his. The child floated backwards away from Shoto and Fais down the alley behind Fais til she landed where the ice stopped allowing the child to run away. "That was reckless, especially for you." Fais had hissed, his voice being thrown by a modulator. Had Fais brought in a hostage? No, he wouldn't have let him go so easily if that were the case. He'd just miscalculated. He was suddenly grateful for Fais' humanity, at least he also cared for civilian lives, he wasn't going to allow for others to get hurt in their conflict.

He should have known then to be cautious of more civilians lurking in the alley and the surroundings. He was shaking, he'd almost hurt them, he had hurt them, he let out a choked sob. He was no better than his father. His legs curled up to his chest.

He let the heat surround them melting the ice, steam forming around them a concussive blast rattling the entire alley way the tires on the van popping with the force of the rapid expanding air. The steam cleared, Fais still floating in the exact same place, the stream swirling around him into water, that wrapped around his arm into a mass of water. Elements. Fais could manipulate more than one. Shoto let both sides ignite, icicles flying towards Fais propelled by fire. Before he realized it a mass of earth had shot up from the ground, blocking the attack. Fais soared into the air, compressed air firing back hitting him in the chest three times. It felt like he'd been shot multiple times at close range by a pellet gun, he could feel the massive welts forming as the force knocked the wind out of him and backwards. He chased Fais into the air with an ice slide, rocketing after him colliding in a mid air fight of explosions, ice blasts, fire blasts, air whips, water whips, mini thermal shocks and more compressed air bullets. Fais suddenly stopped looking to the east past Shoto, then back toward the street before dropping out of the sky. Shoto followed suit skidding down his tall spiraling ice sculpture he'd used to chase Fais into the air.

How could he call himself a hero. He hadn't realized- he hadn't accounted for other factors.

He hit the ground, Fais wasn't even looking at him. He was working quickly to remove civilians from his ice. He'd frozen civilians in place in the building of his current ice slide. Fais was phasing the civilians through his ice and instructing them to run pointing down the street to the East. But in their panic they weren't listening, scattering throughout the street. Fais lifting the last civilian out. He grabbed Fais' shoulder ready to incapacitate him. He heard something much scarier. A crack, loud and clean, the wind whipped through the alley way. The wind had cracked his ice from high above. Before he could blink Fais had swung around him, a knee landing on his right shoulder, the other clenched around his back ribs under his left arm his smaller body now stacked on top of him "Use your fire Shoto." The voice had a different sound to it and without him realizing it, he had ignited his fire, wind swirling with his; a massive fire cyclone extending up into the air catching the cracking and splintering ice that was starting to fall. Almost the entire structure was caught, evaporating. Fais slid off his shoulder, racing down the street to where a woman was lying on the ground a shard of ice in her side. Shoto saw it clear as day the blood running down her side as the ice melted in the wound. He stumbled, his vision going white, he hit his knees, he watched as media rolled in, Fais behind them disappearing down the lane. "No comment" he said his voice soft, his head still reeling. 'Shoto fights with Fais' 'Shoto left unscathed, a feat even Deku couldn't manage', he even saved Civilians from the damage Fais created in the fight' he heard bits and pieces of the reporters stories as he waved them off.

He felt sick. He walked briskly back to his agency, as soon as he got in he called it a day. He changed, throwing a hood up over his head to not draw attention and left through his back door, taking a maze through the streets to where his car was parked. He slid in calling the hospital nearest the fight site. It rang 3 times before picking up. "Hello St. Pius Hospital, what can I help you with?" the voice of a woman asked over the phone her tone steady, he could tell she was used to dealing with trauma and those who were hysterical, it was the same voice he'd used to calm those around him in times of emergency.

"I'm inquiring about the status of a woman, I believe she was brought in about thirty minutes ago with a puncture wound to her abdomen on the right side." The image of her auburn hair and pain filled eyes burned in his mind. "She had," he paused stuttering, he took a breath, "she had long auburn hair," he breathed out. Auburn hair the same color as his wife; too close, all of the things in this situation hit too close to everything he was terrified of. "I know you can't give me details, but I just want to know if she is going to be alright."

"One moment." the receptionist said, he heard her typing, on the other side of the phone. "She is going to be fine." the voice told him, he let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. Thank goodness. "Is that all?" She asked.

"Yes it is." He said hanging up the phone, starting up his car and starting to drive back home.

Fine or not he had still caused that woman to be injured. He had hurt a civilian. He couldn't stop seeing it, the auburn hair as she lay on the ground, he knew it wasn't Aydin, but it still made his heart twist in his chest. He felt himself losing grip on reality, 'No; Not now,' he thought as his eyes glazed over his heart rate raising. It had been two years since he'd had a flashback the last one was triggered six months before Takea was born, when he'd been hospitalized from a fight with an electric quirk villain.

*Flashback*

"BOY! GET DOWN HERE!" Endeavor shouted; Shoto started in his bed, ignoring the piercing pain shooting through his entire body, his muscles were sore from over work. He wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep for a few more hours and then draw himself a long hot bath. Instead he dressed quickly into a shirt and shorts he could train in and ran down into the kitchen where his probably now furious Father was seated at the kitchen table. Endeavor's face where his fiery beard was normally in fair control had turned into a light blue flame raging on his face, the vein in his forehead was throbbing dangerously.

Shoto swallowed hard bowing his head, afraid of what was coming "I'm sorry I took so long." A hand cracked over Shoto's face, his head snapping to the side with the blow as he stumbled.

"You know you have a training schedule to uphold, over sleeping is not going to get you to where you need to be." Endeavor hissed. Shoto knew the schedule well, it was hung on both sides of his door for both him and the rest of the household to see even though at this point none of them needed it. "Now here is your list of exercises and the weights for each that you should be using at this point. We will finish today with sparing just before lunch then you are to do your homework and chores." Shoto nodded taking the piece of paper from Endeavors hands.

Endeavor gestured for him to get even closer; nervously Shoto took another step -he knew what was coming, and on cue, a sharp blow hit him hard across the face. Shoto grabbed his cheek instinctually, it stung and turned even darker red even though he'd been ready it still knocked him to the side a few steps. "Listen carefully, boy," Endeavor growled. "Stick to this list. If I find you slacking off you'll have hell to pay. Is that clear?" Shoto nodded and gripped the note, glancing down at it before gasping. "Is there a problem?" Endeavor asked, an eyebrow raising as if daring his youngest to say anything.

The exercises would take him at least 2 and a half hours and that was with no rest in between; there was no way he could finish them all in 3 hours. "No" Shoto whispered.

"What was that?" Endeavor asked bearing down on the boy.

"No Sir, nothing is wrong." Shoto knew better than to raise an issue about it, left the room to begin with the list-he needed all the time he could get if he was going to even get halfway, especially with how sore he already was.

Shoto stood in the squat rack an hour later, the guard rails carefully set up to catch the weight should he collapse. His legs were already shaking from the other exercises, and his next 3 sets were supposed to be at 80 percent of his maximum and with a 5 second rep. He took a shaky breath, his stomach flipping in unease. Shoto swallowed hard, throwing up on an empty stomach was always worse. He stepped under the bar heaving it off the holds slowly shuffling into the middle of the rack. He took a deep breath leveling his eyes at the top of the mirror in front of him. He lowered slowly until the bar almost touched the guard he held it for a second at the bottom before pressing back up quicker. He got in his first rep, but we weak and shaking hard on the fifth one. His aching and battered body revolting against him, he knew he was close to his limit, he was barely a third of the way in, he'd pushed his body as hard as it would go. On his second set he got through 3 repetitions before his legs slackened on the way back up and he fell down the weight clanging loudly onto the guard. He froze, he knew Endeavor had heard it, his heart rate increased adrenaline rushing into his veins. He pushed hard into the weight he needed to get it up. He shoved hard breathing out with force to help with the strain. He got it up 4 inches, 5 inches, 6, 7, at a foot off the guard the door slammed open. Shoto felt the blood in his veins turn to ice water, his legs gave out again, spending both him and weight crashing down he hit the floor under the bar. He grabbed the sides of the rack using them to help pull himself up, his legs shaking dangerously under him.

"STAND UP STRAIGHT YOU LAZY CHILD!" Endeavor roared striding across the room quickly. His fist grabbing the front of Shoto's shirt, hauling him away from the rack forcing him to stand without assistance. "You were born to be a hero Shoto, but if you can't even do your training properly how do you ever expect to reach the top," He hauled him across the room by his collar. "Square up." Endeavor hissed throwing Shoto forward into the sparing circle.

Shoto stumbled forward, somehow catching himself before he hit the floor, he stood up squaring to his father, swaying on his feet. He pulled his hands up hands open and wide to catch as much of the attack that he knew was bound to be coming. He blocked the first attack, catching and deflecting the punch aimed at his ribs. He attempted to jump and avoid the leg sweeping under him as the secondary, he was weak though and he didn't clear Endeavor's strike. His legs getting knocked from under him. "Weak, Shoto. How can you expect to help any one when you are so weak." He leveled a kick into Shoto's back on the last word, sending him flying across the room. Shoto hit the wall falling down to the floor with a loud thump. "GET UP!" Shoto slowly got to his feet; he didn't want to make his father any angrier. "How far did you get on your list?" Endeavor asked, Shoto saw the danger in the words, he knew the schedule, he knew Shoto was no more than a third of the way in.

"A third of the way in," Shoto said bowing his head "I'm sorry sir,I tried. I really did," Shoto said, he opened his mouth to speak again but was interrupted as a fiery punch landed squarely into his shoulder, searing the flesh of his right side, the words left his mouth as a gasp instead.

"TRIED! YOU PROBABLY JUST SAT AROUND LIKE THE LAZY RECKLESS PILE OF BONES RUNT YOU ARE!" Endeavor grabbed the boy by the collar and slammed him against the wall, pinning the smaller boy. "I'll make you scream, Then maybe you'll understand why you need to try harder" he whispered dangerously. Shoto shuddered his eyes going wide with fear. He was pulled out of the training room and up the stairs, Endeavor and threw him onto the bathroom floor. Dots began to cloud Shoto's vision as he hit the hard tiles full force. He could hear water running and weakly lifted his head.

Hands grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him to his knees. It took Shoto a few seconds to register that he was kneeling in front of the bathtub. "It'll stop when you get yourself out." Before he could do anything, a firm hand gripped him by the hair and forced his head down into the cold water. Shoto didn't get the chance to take a breath before the water surrounded his head and he began to panic, what had his father just said. He struggled with all his might to break free as the air left him; the cold water stung in his open eyes. Desperately Shoto began to kick and squirm to get out of Endeavor's grip. His vision was cloudy and he tried to breathe, but only inhaled water. He couldn't see, he couldn't breathe; he got another mouthful of water and his struggle ceased. He became weaker as the light embraced him. He felt his quirk kick in as a self saving measure and massive rush of ice threw him back from the bathtub and breaking the grip Endeavor had on him. He crashed back onto the cold floor. Shoto's shirt was soaked through and transparent as he began to cough up water, and his breath came in small gasps. He was so weak he couldn't even move when his Endeavor came into his blurry view, "Reckless of you to only use your quirk at the last second, you need to plan better Shoto or else you'll only end up hurting people."

*End Flashback*

Shoto gasped his view clearing and suddenly refocusing on his own living room, he looked into hazel eyes, vaguely noting that a hand was resting on his waist, another on his shoulder. As soon as he focused on her she dove forward, wrapping him in her arms as she knocked him back. He welcomed the comforting weight of Aydin's body on his. Endeavor's words from that session had cut him deep, he still remembered them, they still affected him. Her head buried into his neck, it was like she knew he needed her. "Shoto?" Her voice was quiet in his ear. "I've never seen you so detached after a fight, are you ok?" Her eyes searching his, her arms still around his back she rubbed his back soothingly calming his fried nerves. He shook his head, he knew he could be honest with her, she never passed judgment on him, she'd proven herself to be a safe place for him back in high school, many times when he needed her the most.

"No" he whispered squeezing her closer. She nodded, not needing anymore explanation as she curled against him. She knew he'd talk when he was ready, he always did. He laid there on the couch with her, her head on his shoulder the constant reminder that he wasn't alone, he wasn't a total failure, and even though he'd messed up, he was still loved. It was something she'd always done for him, she always reminded him that he was not the screw up he thought he was and even when he made a mistake, he was human and it never changed that she was there for him. It was silent between them for a while before he finally spoke. "Aydin?" she looked up at him "Where is Takea?"

"At my parents house, they said they'd take her for the night," She smiled at him, a hand trailing down from his collarbone to the hem of his sweatshirt.

He chuckled, bending his head to catch her lips with his "Probably a good idea." she nodded kissing him again, he held her close to him, "I definitely don't understand how you always know exactly what I need."

"You forget I know you better than anyone else too. You looked like you were going to need some kid free time." Aydin whispered her finger tips teasing his hips skirting across his abs.

He smiled turning to pin her between his body and the back of the couch. "I screwed up today." he admitted, waiting for her to pull her hand away, it was still a gut reaction that he thought she'd recoil if he wasn't perfect. But she didn't instead she pulled him closer and more over the top of her body understanding his need to feel a little more in control and dominant at the moment, and in the change of positions with him now almost completely above her that need was sated.

"How so love?" she asked nuzzling against his jaw.

"I miscalculated, miscalculated a lot of things, I could've hurt a lot of people, I was so focused on getting to Fais I didn't even gauge what was possible from my surroundings." His head dropped to hers. "Someone got hurt because of it." He sighed his shoulders and head falling from the weight of his words.

"Oh Sho." Aydin sighed her hands moving to cup his cheek, "It is ok to make a mistake,"

"It was reckless."

"Love, you are almost never reckless, you are allowed to have your emotions get the better of you every once in awhile, you're only human, as much as your dad may have preferred a robot, he only managed to get one of those when it comes to your food preferences." Aydin stroked his side laying her head against his chest. "You will always be a hero to the nation and especially to me. Accidents happen, and from the sound of it, it could have been a lot worse than it was." Her voice was soft and gentle. Her words reminded him that she always had his back first, he'd learned that back in school when a group of students from America had done a month long exchange from there hero school to UA. It had been Aydin's old school in America that had come and even when she was reunited with her friends, he had still been her first priority on the friend list. He chuckled to himself remembering the times well. "What is it?"

"Just remembering that, you are my favorite person, and that you always have had me, even when I was too daft to realize it."

"Ahh, yea well the fact that you asked me out then didn't realize I'd said yes and proceeded to ask like a bi-polar golden retriever puppy for the next week wasn't exactly on me." She laughed poking him in the shoulder, knocking him onto his back on the couch. He welcomed the change of position reaching to grab the remote and his phone ordering them food as she flipped through their tv and movie subscription service till she found a good movie.

"How does soba sound?" Shoto asked, he had a chuckle on his lips as Aydin looked up her face pulled into an expression that clearly was asking if he was serious. "They have other things too if you don't want soba, but that is clearly the best food choice of all time." He stated barely keeping his voice level as a grin split across his face.

"You are unbelievable sometimes." Aydin laughed, reaching for his phone. "Give me that, you can have your soba and I'll have something else," She rolled her eyes snatching his phone out of his hand seeing the four different kinds of soba noodles in the cart, she chuckled shoving against his chest gently "Fricking soba motivated robot." He laughed his arms wrapping around her body.

"You know you like soba too." He laughed poking her sides causing her to squirm.

"Yea I like it, I don't live off it." She teased poking him back. "I think half the reason you went pro sometimes is to keep up with your soba addiction."

"Yea, how else would I get it as often as I want you only make it once a week."

"In a huge quantity! And you still run out of it in two days!"

"So it's obviously not enough then."

"It's plenty! It's enough for lunch for you all week."

"No it's not."

"Only cause you eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner those next two days."

"So"

"If you only had it for lunch it would last all week."

"Or I eat it in two days then buy soba for lunch the rest of the week."

"And we are back to your hero salary going towards soba."

"I never said it didn't go towards soba. But that's definitely not the only thing."

"No it isn't, I definitely use it too." she hit send on the food order tossing his phone onto the coffee table. "Forty minutes til the food arrives."

"See, you spend it on coffee. Even though we have a coffee machine."

"You know I can't work that thing," Aydin whined.

"My wife; she can take out any hero in the world, but is bested by a coffee maker."

"It's faulty!"

"It's never blown up, hissed, or angrily beeped at me."

"Well aren't you something special."

"You seem to think so."

"Ugh, remind me again why I started dating you."

"I think you said something along the lines of I was amazing, handsome, intelligent and you loved not having to settle for anything less than exactly what you wanted." he laughed as she nodded squirming closer to his side.

"Hmm, is that what I said? I can't remember. You sure I didn't say anything about you being a robotic, crazy person, who can work a demon coffee machine?" she teased.

"Maybe the robotic part was in there, but we all know you're the crazy one out of the two of us."

"Yea, that sure sounds like my side of the family. I'm not as bad as my cousin though."

"That's hard competition. Matt is in his own league in that category, how Aimee deals with him I'll never understand."

"Good point. Aimee deserves a medal for that quite honestly."

"I wholeheartedly agree, for someone who has such a similar quirk you two definitely have chosen different lives with it."

"He was always the showboat in the family, it really didn't surprise any of us when he went into the professional dance scene, especially with a touch activated body manipulation quirk."

Shoto nodded "I still remember when he was looking at the pro hero world though."

"Yea it was a thing my mom's side of the family pushed, our grandpa was a hero in America, And so was Matt's mom, his dad too, and our aunt Cecilly. My mom would have been too, but she ended up teaching instead, her quirk didn't exhibit the same power as the others did." Aydin shrugged, her upbringing in hero society in America had been something that her and Shoto had bonded over from one of the first times they had met, his father being the number two hero in Japan and her family being a well known hero family in America, even All-Might had known exactly who she was, it quickly being known that she was his God-Daughter and her Father and him were close friends. "But if he'd never tried he probably wouldn't have met Aimee and you may have never truly realized how nuts my family is." She laughed remembering when Matt and the others had come to visit U.A. as part of the month long exchange from her old and his current hero school in the States. It had been a year and a half since she had seen any of them and the reunion had been a site to see, even though it had confused the hell out of all her then current classmates at U.A.

"Yea the fact that, you greet one another by diving headlong into a fight no matter where you are was certainly eye opening. You two dove at each other in the middle of an airport, while the kids in the visiting class just had to try and convince airport security it was perfectly normal and a family thing." Shoto shook his head, remembering as she had abruptly tossed him her car keys in the middle of the baggage pick up area. The next thing he knew a taller blond haired boy had tackled her, at first he'd thought he was just excited to see her, he quickly forgot that idea when he saw her twist in mid air kneeing the boy hard in the side throwing him from her as she landed on her feet into a fighting stance he'd seen used on him more than once. Officials had run to try and break it up when a small girl stopped them her arms extending telling them not to interfere and that it was a family tradition that when family members hadn't seen each other in more than a few days they were to greet one another with an impromptu sparring match as designated by the head of their house, their grandfather.

"You guys got used to it too." Aydin shrugged "It made family reunions into more of a surprise attack tournament for the first two or so hours though."

"I can only imagine, are you guys allowed to use you quirk?"

"No, it has always been a pure strategy and strength competition." She said smiling, "Except those of us between the ages of 5 and 10. If you were 10 you could use your quirk but as soon as you turned 11 you were only allowed to engage with your own strength and cunning."

"So, love have you ever won the Henkan Battle royal?" Shoto asked knowing their was a solid chance she could win it.

"When I was 10 I did." she laughed. He chuckled as well, imagining a crazed little red-head running around a vacation house and yard touching everyone she could and knocking them out. "But since then no, I've gotten to the final round the last few years but my Aunt Cecilly is tough competition." She admitted, "She's America's top hero, and without quirks, she has years of experience on me in combat and taught me most of my take down moves so she knows what to look for and exactly how to counter each one." Aydin shrugged, "but considering I'm not ranked and I take down almost all of the families ranked heroes, I consider that a win in of itself. Also just so you know, in 6 months we've been married 3 years, most of my family will consider you fair game too if you ever can make it, especially since you are a ranked hero." she warned him tapping his chest next to where her head was resting.

"Thanks for the heads up, that I have to get involved in your families insane tradition before hand."

"Better than going in blind like Matt did to Aimee last year." they were quiet basking in one another's company, without a tiny child running around and just the noise of a hospital sitcom running in the background Aydin running a hand seemingly mindlessly over Shoto's chest drawing circles, her hand slowly dropping lower and lower until it reached the gap of skin between his sweatshirt and his pants.

"Care to tell me what you're playing at love?" Shoto asked his voice strained. She opened her mouth a smirk on her lips. He turned quickly pinning her to the couch below him his hand moved up to catch her jaw "Don't even try to play dumb."

She pulled her head out of his grasp a wicked grin splitting the smirk "Says the man who very well knows exactly what I'm doing, I won't play dumb as long as you don't either, Sho." Her hands sliding under his sweatshirt pushing it up on his torso. He growled above her sitting up briefly to yank the hoodie and undershirt off with one hand, before dropping to latch his lips onto the soft skin between her neck and collarbone, humming, contentedly when she pressed up against him turning her head to give him more access. His hands dropped pulling the hem of her shirt up and off joining his on the floor. One hand traced the deep bruises on his chest, healing them, lightly tugging on his hair, as his mouth came back to attack her newly exposed collarbone causing a gasp of pleasure to leave her mouth. Her hands lowering to his belt making quick work of it yanking it sideways until it hit the floor as well.

_Mature Scene, Don't read if you don't like it_

He pressed into the couch below lifting himself off just enough for both of them to work at the buttons and zippers holding their pants in place. As soon as both were undone hands pushed on the clothes moving the unwanted fabric away from what was about to connect them. He shimmied out of his jeans, hooking fingers around the waistband of hers pulling them down as they both kicked the offending fabric away. A hand moved cupping her warm sex; he got a hum in respond as her hips pressed into his hand. Her hands kneading the sides of his hips urging him on, her hand slipping into the waistband of his boxers exploring, and fondling him gently causing his head to fall, his lips open in a half moan half gasp. He was done with waiting, making quick work of Aydin's undergarments, his hand returned up fingers running through her folds dipping two fingers into her center. Causing a gasp as her hips bucked forward; he caught her bottom lip with his teeth. "Shhh, just lay back and let me make you cum for me." she nodded almost whimpering against his mouth and the movement of his hand. His thumb rubbing her clit as his fingers curled and pumped in and out. She moaned against his mouth he smirked removing his hand smirking down before lifting her up so she was seated up higher on the couch and he had room to move, her legs on either side of him.

Aydin sat up kissing him gently sucking on his bottom lip. He smiled at her before diving down towards her hips, he held her hips down with one hand the other still teasing her clit as his tongue drove in taking the place his fingers had held moments before. Aydin gasped falling back against the arm of the couch her upper body arched back as he sucked and nipped gently at her lower regions, lapping and teasing with his tongue and fingers. She felt the coil in her pelvis tightening and the wall start to build she was close to her first orgasm and they both knew it "Shoto," she gasped her voice breathless. "Oh my god, Shoto, keep going. Oh love yes," she heard her voice as if it were far off.

He picked up his pace as her hips began to shake, he hummed into her center as his tongue worked wonders on her clit as she climbed to a first orgasm. Before he pulled away, Aydin whined at the loss of his ministrations. He hooked his hands around her knees and yanked pulling her hips right up to his. "Ready Love?" he asked, discarding his boxer briefs, his erection slapping up against his stomach. He leaned over moving so the tip of his penis was teasing her entrance.

She nodded her voice catching in her throat as he thrust in, hard and fast. "Ah!" She yelped at the sudden full feeling as she was stretched around him, her nails dragging down his back. Her head falling back into the couch allowing him free access to her neck and chest, which he took full advantage of. "Faster." Aydin gasped out, as moving her legs from their place around his waist up to his shoulders. He hissed at the change in position speeding up. "Harder," she moaned.

Shoto obliged immediately slamming in harder and faster, "Fuck, Aydin." He called out as he brought her to the edge again, pinning her arms above her head allowing him to gain leverage he needed to make her crumble, her body shuddering underneath him. He lifted Aydin up sliding off the couch her legs falling to straddle his hips as she sat in his lap; she rolled her hips against his, riding him. She manipulated her position, leaning back against the coffee table and his slightly bent knees to hit her g-spot, pairing that with the circles his thumb was making on her clit she was sent over the edge again.

The circles her hips were making on his dick combined with her walls clamping down around him as she came caused his pace to quicken and get sloppy, her orgasm extending dragging him with her this time as she intentionally tightened around him over and over milking him in time to his strokes as building wall of her next orgasm tightened in her core again, she started to shake clamping down on him as he came as well groaning and shaking with the effort riding out the orgasm as long as they could. Aydin relaxed slowly catching her breath still straddling him, his now limp cock still in her as they both recovered. He pulled Aydin against him resting his chin on her head, their naked bodies flush against one another. She smiled turning and kissing his chest her arms wrapping around his neck.

_Ok you can read again_

They laid on the floor their breath in sync enjoying the relaxation and contentment that came after indulging in such activities. Their heads turned into one another, enjoying the closeness of the other, a person they never felt judged by or like they ever had to be more than who they were, someone who was their other half, in all senses of the word.

The doorbell rang Aydin groaned rolling off Shoto immediately missing the feeling as he tapped her side reluctantly indicating he'd go get it even though he really didn't want to move at the moment. He stood up wiping himself off and pulling on pants and tugging on his shirt as he walked to the door. Aydin rolled over grabbing Shoto's sweatshirt pulling it on over her bare body, flipping the show to something a little less background noise and a little more something they could curl up and enjoy together.