The Sleeping Vampire

You had known that Laito was a tease, ever since you first met him. Those burning emerald eyes that seemed to follow you wherever you walked. Lately, Laito seemed to tease you almost every day. Today, he pulled your backside into his crotch and grinded against you. You were prepared for what was next but a few moments after, he left. It left you very confused, but incredibly horny. So you went to your room

You were sprawled out on your bed, fingers buried in your womanhood as you tried to please yourself. Your digits curled and thrusted into your tight heat - but to no avail. There was a depth inside you that you simply couldn't reach on your own. You had become far too accustomed to Laito's skilled digits and his throbbing member. Your own tiny fingers just didn't compare.

You removed your soaked fingers and went limp on the bed, panting and glazed over with sweat. You rolled onto your side, curling up into a ball and growling quietly to yourself. You glared at your bedsheets.

It was impossible to think straight. Your clitoris was throbbing, almost painfully, and your insides ached dully. Groaning irritably, you got up and stomped over to the dresser. Hastily, you slipped on some clothes, not caring if it was boring or didn't match. The skirt was a little on the short side, but would get your message across. You simply needed to be decent enough so you could exit your room. Your innards were on fire and it had become far too painful to wait any longer. As much as it pained you to admit it, Laito had won.

Hoping none of the other Sakamaki's would notice you, you quickly slipped out of your bedroom and trotted to Laito's room. Due to your current state, it was likely that your arousal would be noticeable, and you didn't want his brothers pestering you about it.

It wasn't entirely surprising that Laito wasn't in his bedroom; however, it meant that you would have to slither around the house in this condition, hot and bothered and clearly irritated.

You checked his usual spots: the living room and the game room. Eventually, you tried the music room on the far end of the mansion. You opened the door slowly and peeked your head in. Sure enough, through the darkness, you could see a certain red haired vampire sprawled out on the couch under the glow of the bright red moon. One of his arms was draped over his fedora that rested on his stomach and the other curled under his head.

As quietly as possible, you closed the door behind you and approached him, taking slow tip-toed steps. There was carpet in this room and it felt nice beneath your bare feet. Most of the house was wood or tile, and it was a bit cold this evening. Had it not been for the dim light peeking in through the window, the room would have been pitch black.

"Laito?" You whispered as you approached the couch, looking down at him.

His eyes were closed. He hadn't even changed out of his school uniform since yesterday. The black top alone was wrinkled and his collar slouched awkwardly, giving you a nice view of his neck. Rather than being annoyed, you found yourself grinning playfully. With that peaceful expression and clothes in a mess, he looked quite handsome.

"Laito?" you whispered again. He would have acknowledged you by now. Judging by the way he was breathing, you assumed he was asleep.

Seeing him like this, vulnerable and spread out for your eyes to soak in, a very naughty thought crossed your mind. A dark blush tainted your cheeks and your toes curled. You were still soaked, stretched, and desperate for release - the emptiness inside you was painfully evident. You could just...

"But-... that's... wrong..." you thought to yourself, fingers unconsciously fumbling with your blouse. Your eyes swept over Laito's body, running along his chest and abdomen and settling on his belt. Was it really appropriate for you to do such a thing?