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Night - location home-

Midas yawned as he lounged on the couch while Ruka flipped through a book that held photos of memories. Ruka hummed as she ran her fingers over the pictures.

'Adorable!' Ruka thought as she eyed a picture of a child Midas in a pink bear pajama snowsuit. She giggled as she saw more of the pictures. She took one Photo of the book, as well as a picture of her and Midas when they first met at the age of seven.

She smiled widely as she showed the picture to the lazy Midas, who smiled as he sat upright and grabbed it. He chuckled. "Aren't we adorable?" Ruka said as she leaned close, her cheek turning red as she fidgeted with her skirt. She bit her lips. 

And took it, a leap of faith as she crashed her lips with Midas, whose eyes gleamed with flared lust; he let go of the Photo and grabbed Ruka's hips.

Her hands clutched at his shoulders, fingers digging into Midas's white shirt. The scent of her coconut shampoo mingled with the faint sweat of her skin, warm from the summer heat and their shared proximity on the couch. Her body shifted as her bare knee slid against his thigh, the skirt of her rasping softly against Midas' black pants.

Midas' piercing purple eyes widened before narrowing with a glint of mischief and something darker, hungrier. His hands found her waist and slid under Ruka's button shirt, fingers splaying across the smooth curve of her hips, which felt firm yet yielding under his grip. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss with a slow, deliberate intensity that contrasted with her inexperience. 

His tongue teased the seam of her lips, coaxing them apart, and when she gasped—a soft, needy sound—his tongue slipped inside, tasting the faint sweetness of the Vanilla ice cream from the date lingering on her breath. His sharp canine grazed her lower lip, not enough to hurt but enough to send a shiver down her spine.

Ruka's body responded instinctively, her chest pressing closer, the tight white button shirt doing little to hide the quickening rise and fall of her breaths. Her breasts, round and big beneath the white cotton, brushed against his chest, her nipples hardening enough to be felt through the layers. 

Her hands slid up, one tangling in his messy white hair with a silver streak, tugging lightly at the strands, the other gripping the back of his neck, her nails grazing his skin. Her movements were clumsy but earnest, her hips shifting until she was nearly in his lap, the denim of her skirt riding up to reveal more of her thick but slightly toned thighs, her shoes fell off, with a thud on the marble floor.

Midas broke the kiss for a moment, his lips hovering a breath away from hers, his voice a low, teasing growl. "Well, damn, Ruka," he murmured, his breath hot against her flushed cheek. "Didn't know you had that in you." His fingers tightened on her warm waist, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just above her hipbones, eliciting a soft whimper from her. His grin returned, sharp and wicked, as he tilted his head. "You sure you wanna play with me like this, huh?" His tone was playful, but his eyes burned with a challenge, daring her to push further.

Ruka's black eyes were half-lidded, her lips glossy and slightly swollen from their kiss, with a faint sheen of sweat on her brow. Her breathing was uneven, her chest heaving as she tried to steady herself, but the way her thighs pressed together betrayed her arousal. "I… I want to," she stammered, her voice breathy, a mix of nerves and defiance. "For so long, when we were kids." Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him back toward her. This time, her kiss was bolder, her tongue tentatively brushing against his, her body arching into his touch. The album slid off their laps, landing on the marble floor with a soft thud.

Midas chuckled against her lips, the sound vibrating through her as his hands slid lower, fingers dipping just beneath the waistband of her skirt, teasing the elastic of her underwear—lacy black panties, he could feel the fabric thin and slightly damp. His touch was deliberate, testing her reaction, and when she didn't pull away, he pressed his palm against her back, guiding her fully onto his lap. Her thighs straddled his, the heat of her core pressing against the growing hardness in his pants, separated only by thin layers of fabric. The friction sent a jolt through him, and he let out a low, guttural sound, his fingers digging into her hips tightly as his lust flared.

The room felt hotter now, the lavender candle's scent mixing with the musky edge of their shared arousal. Ruka's button shirt had ridden up further, exposing the taut plane of her stomach, a faint line of sweat trailing down to her navel. Midas hands roamed, one sliding up her back under her button shirt to unhook her black Bra, the other slipping down under her skirt to grip her ass, kneading the firm flesh. "Fuck, Ruka," he muttered, his voice rougher now. "You're gonna drive me crazy."

Ruka's response was a soft moan, her hips rocking instinctively against him, her hands fumbling to tug at his white shirt, pulling it up; Midas raised his hand as Ruka took it off, Midas hand went back under Ruka Skirt to knead her ass, she maoaned, Ruka eyes raked over Midas body, the muscles of Midas body, perfect with little fat, her fingers trace Midas six-pack, she leaned in to kiss him again, her lips messier now, leaving a trail of saliva at the corner of his mouth. The couch creaked beneath them, the sound swallowed by the heavy rhythm of Ruka's breathing and the soft, wet sounds of their kisses.

Ruka's black hair clung to her neck, damp with sweat, as her hips rocked harder against Midas's, the skirt grinding against the bulge in Midas's black pants. The friction was electric, sending shivers up her spine, her breath hitching in soft, needy gasps that filled the quiet living room.

Midas's right hand went down to roam her thigh, his fingers tracing the smooth thigh with a teasing slowness that made her squirm. His touch was firm, deliberate, as he moved higher, brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh where the heat of her arousal radiated. The tips of his fingers grazed Ruka Panties, slipping just beneath to feel the heat lips slit, his finger was getting coated by Ruka wetness. His left hand, meanwhile, kneaded her ass, his grip possessive as he squeezed the firm flesh, pulling her closer until her pussy pressed flush against his hardening cock, the layers of clothing doing little to dull the heat between them. "Ruka," he growled, his voice low and rough, vibrating against her lips, "I'm gonna make you feel everything."

Ruka's moan was soft but desperate, her hips bucking as she chased the sensation, her hands clawing at Midas' chest and abs. Her fingers splayed across his chest, nails grazing the faint scar on his ribs, her touch both curious and hungry. Ruka unbuttoned her shirt eagerly and quickly took it off, throwing it to the ground. Her Bra fell, and she threw that too. Midas' eyes roamed Ruka's body, those big, round breasts with hardened nipples, the delicate curve of her waist, and the faint sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. Her panties was soaked as Midas continues to tease Ruka slit, her moans and whimpers, her pussy juice seeped through, the scent sharp and intoxicating, mingling with the faint musk of Midas arousal.

Their kiss deepened, messy and fervent, tongues tangling with a sloppy intensity that left a trail of saliva dripping from the corner of Ruka's mouth. Her lips, swollen and glossy, parted to let out a shaky whimper as Midas his thumb brushed the edge of her clit. The touch was light but deliberate, and her hips jerked, pressing her clit against his thumb, the sensitive bud throbbing under the damp lace. Her pussy was slick, the lips parted slightly, soft and plump, their rosy hue darkened with arousal. The heat of her core pulsed against his fingers, her juices coating his skin as he teased her, slow and torturous.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Midas murmured, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and raw desire. His purple eyes gleamed as his pupil slits narrowed, sharp and predatory, locked onto hers, watching every flicker of her expression—the way her hazel eyes fluttered, half-lidded, the way her cheeks flushed a deep pink, the way her lips trembled with each ragged breath. His left hand squeezed her ass harder, fingers digging into the soft flesh, guiding her hips to grind against him in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sound was swallowed by the wet, needy sounds of Ruka's pussy rubbing against him.

Ruka's hands fumbled to his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as she rocked faster, her thighs trembling. Her thong had slipped slightly to the side, exposing one swollen lip of her pussy, the skin glistening with her arousal. The slickness coated Midas fingers as he pushed the fabric aside, his thumb circling her clit with a slow, firm pressure that made her gasp, her head tipping back to expose the delicate curve of her throat. Her pulse throbbed visibly, her breathing erratic, and each exhale a soft moan that filled the room. "Midas… oh, god," she whispered, her voice breaking, her hips stuttering as she chased the building pressure in her core.

Midas's grin was wicked, his sharp canine glinting as he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Look at you, Ruka," he teased, his voice a low purr. "So fucking needy." His right hand pressed harder, two fingers slipping between her folds to stroke the slick entrance of her pussy, the tight heat drawing a low groan from him. Her juices dripped down his fingers, warm and viscous, pooling in his palm as he teased her, not yet pushing inside but letting her feel the promise of it. His left hand slid up her back, fingers tangling in her hair, tugging gently to tilt her head back as he kissed her throat, his tongue flicking against her pulse.

The couch creaked beneath them, the leather warm and slick with their sweat. Ruka's breasts glistened as sweat slid down between those beautiful mounds of breast, the pink nipples hard and sensitive as they brushed against Vanitas's chest. Her panties were a mess, soaked and pushed aside, her pussy fully exposed—pink and glistening, the lips swollen, her clit a taut bud begging for more. The scent of her arousal was heady, mixing with the faint salt of their sweat and the lingering lavender in the air. Vanitas's cock strained against his pants, the outline clear through the fabric, throbbing with each grind of her hips.

"Midas," Ruka whimpered, her voice raw, her hands clutching his hair, pulling at the strands near his face. Her hips moved faster, desperate, her pussy grinding against his fingers, coating them with more of her slickness. Her thighs quivered, the silver anklet glinting as her toes curled against the couch. She was close, her breathing ragged, her body trembling with the edge of release, but Midas' touch remained teasing, keeping her teetering on the brink.

He pulled back slightly, his lips hovering over hers, his purple eyes burning with a mix of mischief and hunger. "Tell me what you want, Ruka," he said, his voice low and commanding, his fingers stilling against her clit, leaving her gasping. "Say it, or I'll keep you like this all fucking night." His grin was sharp, daring her to give in, to voice the desire that was written all over her flushed, trembling body.

"I..want you."

The leather couch creaked faintly as Midas's arms tightened around Ruka, his lean muscles flexing as he stood, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs dangled for a moment, the silver anklet on her left ankle glinting in the dim light. Her black hair spilled over her shoulders, strands clinging to her sweat-dampened neck as she clung to him, black eyes wide with a mix of nervous anticipation and raw desire.

Midas laid her down on the couch with a gentle but deliberate motion, his hands steady as he guided her onto the leather, the surface cool against her feverish skin. Her way, Ruka's breasts moved, swayed, making Midas swallow hard, the pink nipples taut and sensitive, catching the lamplight. Her skirt and black Panties were a crumpled barrier, and Midas' fingers moved with purpose, unbuttoning the skirt with a slow, teasing flick. He tugged them down her thick-toned thighs, the fabric rasping softly as it slid over her skin, revealing the damp lace of her thong clinging to her pussy. The skirt hit the floor with a soft thud, and his fingers hooked into the panties' elastic, pulling it down inch by inch. The lace peeled away from her slick folds, leaving a glistening trail of her arousal that connected the fabric to her skin for a fleeting moment before snapping free.

Ruka's breath hitched, her thighs trembling as she lay exposed, her virgin pussy bare to the warm air. Her labia were soft and swollen, a deep pink flushed with arousal; the inner lips slightly parted to reveal the glistening entrance of her tight, untouched core. Her clit, a small, throbbing bud, peeked from its hood, slick with her juices that dripped slowly down her slit, pooling on the leather beneath her. The scent of her arousal was sharp and heady, a mix of sweet musk and salt that filled Midas' senses as he knelt between her legs, his hands gently spreading her thighs wider. Her skin was smooth, the muscles of her toned legs quivering under his touch, and the silver anklet gleamed as her toes curled instinctively.

"Fuck, Ruka," Midas murmured, his voice a low, reverent growl, his Purple eyes blazing with hunger as he took in the sight of her. His white hair fell messily into his face, the hourglass earring in his left ear swaying as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her inner thigh. "You're so damn beautiful like this." His lips brushed the sensitive skin just above her knee, trailing slow, deliberate kisses upward, his sharp canine grazing her flesh lightly, sending a shiver through her. His right hand rested on her thigh, fingers splaying possessively, while his left hand slid under her ass, lifting her slightly to angle her pussy toward him.

Ruka's hands clutched the couch, her nails digging into the leather as her chest heaved, her breaths coming in short, uneven gasps. "Mmidas," she stammered, her voice shaky, a mix of nerves and need. Her inexperience was evident in the way her hips twitched, unsure whether to press closer or pull away, but her eyes never left his, wide and vulnerable yet burning with trust. "I… I've never…" Her words trailed off into a soft whimper as his lips reached the crease of her thigh, so close to her pussy that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her slick folds.

Midas's grin was wicked, his fanglike canine glinting as he tilted his head, his tongue darting out to trace the edge of her slit, slow and teasing. The taste of her was sharp and sweet, her juices coating his tongue as he licked upward, stopping just shy of her clit. Ruka gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily, her pussy clenching as a fresh wave of slickness dripped from her core, glistening on her inner thighs. "Shh, relax," he purred, his voice vibrating against her skin, his lips brushing her labia with each word. "I've got you." His tongue flicked out again, this time grazing her clit lightly, and her moan was sharp, her thighs trembling as she arched off the couch.

Her pussy was tight, the entrance barely parted, the soft pink folds glistening with her arousal. The scent was intoxicating, pulling Midas closer as he pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to her slit, his tongue slipping between her lips to taste her fully. Her juices were warm and viscous, coating his lips and chin as he explored her, his movements gentle but deliberate, mindful of her inexperience. Her clit throbbed under his tongue, and he circled it slowly, savoring the way her body responded—her hips jerking, her breaths turning to soft, desperate moans, her fingers tangling in his hair, tugging at the strands near his eyes.

"God, you taste so fucking good," Midas groaned, his voice muffled against her pussy, his hands tightening on her thighs to keep her spread open. His left hand kneaded her ass, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin near her entrance, teasing but not yet pushing inside. Ruka's moans grew louder, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of something overwhelming, her inexperience making every sensation sharper, more intense. Her breasts heaved with each breath, the nipples hard and sensitive, and she arched into his touch.

The wet, slick sounds of Midas tongue against her pussy, the creak of the couch, the soft gasps and moans spilling from Ruka's lips. The air was thick, the heat of their bodies mingling with the faint lavender scent, the world outside forgotten as Midas worshipped her, his lips and tongue coaxing her closer to a release she'd never felt before. His purple eyes flicked up to meet hers, watching the way her face contorted with pleasure, her black eyes glassy with need, her lips parted in a silent plea.

Ruka's hands tightened in his hair, her thighs quivering as she gasped, "Midas… please… I don't know what…" Her voice broke, her body trembling as the pressure built in her core, her pussy clenching around nothing, her juices dripping onto the couch. She was close, so close, and Vanitas's grin widened against her skin, his tongue pressing harder against her clit, his lips sucking gently as he pushed her toward the edge.

{first time writing a R18, i think it's not good as it was long, and seem off, their is some grammer error, as i rushed it fast, i did it while watching a movie, next chapter i'll tone it down, but if you like this chapter and want details, i'll write each R18 with such information, i think while i was writing this, made errors in the characters}

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