Cold Air, Hot Blood

KNOCK!

The loud banging on your front door snaps you out of your sleep and forces you to rise from the warm cocoon of blankets in bed and out into the cold dark of your apartment.

The heating’s still broken? Great.

You tuck your hands into the front pockets of your sweater and continue to drag your feet across the ice-cold flooring. A quick glance at your microwave’s clock shows that whoever the hell is demanding your attention has decided that 2:14AM was a fantastic time to do so.

KNOCK!

“Yeah, I’m coming! Fuck…” You shout as you finally reach the door and unlatch the door chain, unlock the deadbolt, then take a moment to rub your eyes. The person on the other side of the door apparently doesn’t like that too much and makes their feelings apparent.

KNOCK!

KNO-

“WHAT!?” You yell as you tear open the door to face your dream disruptor.

“Yo dayo.” Your upstairs neighbour says flatly.

Of course it’s Ayame. Who else would it have been?

Nakiri Ayame has been living above you since you moved into this apartment complex. Originally, you had only known her as “The girl bringing home a different guy almost every night to have loud sex with”, not putting the acts to the cute horned face that you’ve passed in the stairwell. Until you found her fucking some guy in the laundry room ontop of the washing machine that had your laundry in it. Your exasperation and tiredness from the sleepless nights she was responsible for lead to you to start yelling at them when you normally probably would have just done a one-eighty and came back later.

In hindsight, the guy immediately jetting leaving you to bicker with flustered and pantless Ayame as you put your wet clothes in a dryer was funny. But, since she’s decided to be a more active thorn in your side after that you wished you had shown more restraint. Though, on the other hand you’re apparently the only person in this entire world that hasn’t folded for her when she giggles. Fucking landlord and his “can’t be helped” when you sent him an email complaining about her behaviour. What an asshole.

“What do you want?” You ask the unimpressed oni.

“My heating is broken.” She says as if you somehow should have read her mind. God this place sucks if everyone's heat is broken.

“Okaaayy. And?” You take a moment to look at the rotten person wearing a cute body up and down.

What’s clearly a man’s hoodie is way too big for her, making her use it kinda like a dress. Her white hair isn’t tied up and cascades down the black sweater, guiding your gaze downwards to bare legs until they end in socked feet wearing slippers. The entire simple ensemble matching her normal colour scheme, though without any yellowed stinky oji-san cum you imagine is usually accompanying it. At least that you can see.

Ayame just rolls her eyes and huffs at the question.

“Soooo I’m warming up here.” She announces, barging past you into the icy disappointment past the doorway. She looks around the dark room seemingly undecided about what to actually do once in.

“Well, as you can tell ‘Ojou’, mine’s out too. So, feel free to fuck off.” You jerk your head to the open doorway, ultimately a useless gesture as her back is to you anyway. She doesn’t pay what you said any mind regardless and walks further into the depths of your living space.

You sigh and close your door, following after the oni while rubbing your temple. Whatever she wants to do here is gonna annoy you, that’s just how she is. Unfortunately, the creak of your bed springs makes any hope that you may just be able to go back to sleep die a premature death as you snap your head up and rush to your bedroom.

Inside, as you feared, was Ayame already nestled into your bed, with just her sock clad feet and horns sticking out from underneath your blanket, her slippers haphazardly discarded on the floor.

“Nope. No, no no. Get the fuck out.” You demand, but she pulls the blanket down just enough so her eyes peek out over the edge, her eyebrows raise to create a smug expression.

“Sorry Virgin, maybe try the couch? Hehehehehe~.” Her giggle tugs at your heart enough that the thought of just crashing on the couch gets more than instant dismissal from your exhausted brain.

But, there’s something weird about this.

Your bed isn’t particularly large, but despite that Ayame has kept to one side of it. Leaving an empty space on the bed big enough to fit another person.

Hmm..She wouldn’t make you sleep on the couch while she fucks some other guy in your bed, would s-no she absolutely would what the fuck are you saying? She absolutely would! Are you out of your mind!? Luckily you can head that off at the pass.

In a flash, you slide in the empty space and back into the warmth underneath your blanket.

“Heh, I knew it! You do wanna-huh?” Ayame quickly ceases her gloating when she sees your sleeping posture and that it basically looks like you’re doing your best ‘embalmed corpse in a coffin’ impersonation. You crack one eye open to look at the confused oni.

“If you’ve got a problem with the way I sleep in my own bed, Ayame, feel free to hit the fucking bricks.” You quip, before closing your eye and relaxing deeper into the pillow, already feeling Morpheus’s embrace calling to you.

Ayame huffs and rolls over onto her side, but says no more.

God, how can such a cute girl be such a bitch?

….

Tingles of pleasure from your groin slowly kick your brain into action. Barely opening one eye, you see that it’s still dark but you’ve rolled on to your side, with one of your arms extended across the bed. Ayame’s-oh god.

While you were asleep, she’s moved to use your now splayed out arm as a pillow and is close enough that you can feel her warm breath on your face whenever she pants. Her eyes are tightly shut, and she’s letting hisses and groans through clenched teeth, occasionally biting down on a knuckle while her other hand has its fingers interlocked with your limp one not trapped underneath her head. She lets out a shuddering moan as she jerks her hips forward underneath the cover again and another jolt of pleasure shoots through you. She doesn’t seem to notice the rest of your body stiffening as she continues to grind herself against your freed cock that’s trapped between her thighs. Though you do, and in a panic close your eyes again and try to pretend to be asleep.

You really have no idea what to do here. Part of you wants to jump up and freak out at this. How did she get this far without you waking up? Why the fuck is she doing this in the first place? Is she really that much of a whore that no cock is off the table, even if it’s from someone she doesn’t like? There’s a lot of questions here, and no easy way to go about beginning answering them.

A particularly awkward movement causes the head of your penis to briefly catch on her mound and almost slide inside her, leading to Ayame to let a particularly needy sounding moan and tighten her grip on your hand.

“...D-Damnit, I should j-just…” Ayame mutters to herself as you feel her hand grasp your shaft guiding the head to poke back against her folds. She holds it there for a moment, seemingly considering inserting you outright before thinking better of it and letting it glide along her pussy lips once again.

“N-No, it’s too risky…” She leaves her hand down there to play with her clit while her thrusting picks up, now intent on finishing without having you inside her.

A part of you, the tiny horny reptile part, is disappointed that you don’t get the chance to ‘accidentally’ blow your load in the snooty oni’s depths. Especially since she doesn’t seem to realize that you’re not particularly far off from an orgasm yourself. Your cocks throbbing in between her legs seemingly going unnoticed as she focuses her efforts on chasing her own finale.

“Anon~ Oh~ A-non~.” Ayame moans out your name as she shifts to get closer to your face while you struggle to maintain your facade of sleep. Her face is inches from yours as her thrust get more ragged and uneven and her breathing picks up, seemingly entering the home stretch of her chase for an orgasm at the same time you do. With one final jerk of her hips, she pushes her pelvis flush against yours as you spurt past her thighs onto the inside of her sweater.

“Ngghh~ Aaahhh~!” She lets out particularly loud moans as she shakily slides back and forth, riding out her climax along your softening cock. Finally going slack and releasing your dick from between her legs, she let’s go of your hand and shifts. You hear the rustling of the blanket and peek to see Ayame going underneath the blanket. What is she-

Her hot breath on your spent member interrupts your train of thought, and the feeling of her quickly shoving the sensitive head into her mouth knocks it off the rails completely.

six to eight weeks to repair the tracks, the conductor loses his job.

Just as quickly as she began, she pulls her mouth off and worms her way back up as you close your eyes again. Thank god, you not particularly into the whole ‘post-orgasm torture’ thing. Though, again, you can’t help but wonder what her whole deal is. Is she that much of a cock-carousel riding hussy? Do you confront her now after the fact?

Turns out the conductor for easily interruptible trains of thought found a new job pretty quickly as Ayame grabs your free arm as soon as she rests her head back on your other one. Holding it by the wrist, she slowly and carefully guides your open palm to rest on her cheek. Using her other hand to press it more firmly against her.

“Anon...I…..” she nuzzles into your hand and lets out a content sounding sigh before falling asleep. The oddly intimate act stops whatever you thought you might do and you can’t help but drift off alongside her.

….

Ayame’s gone when you wake up and your heatings working again. If it weren’t for your steadfast belief that that night was real, you’d be hard pressed to believe that it happened at all. Any attempts to confront her were blown off by her typically haughty behaviour and as the sounds of new men riding the Nakirium power city bicycle filtered form above you again, you’re content to write off the whole thing as some wild glimpse into an alternate universe.

A month later the heat’s broken again and as a horned she-devil knocks on your door the landlord wonders if he’ll get anything more than a half-hearted handjob this time as he does what he’s told and leave’s the furnace room with a pair of wire cutters and a pocketful of random wires.