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When you moved into your new apartment complex you thought your biggest concern would be something practical such as mold in the shower or weak water pressure. Maybe even the smell of lingering cigarette smoke or marijuana from previous tenants.
Those were problems you could deal with on your own. You could easily clean the mold and replace the sink faucets. Drench your room in candles and humidifiers, and leave your windows open to purge the smoke soaked in your wallpaper.
You never thought it would be your neighbors; if anything you had been hoping you would like your neighbors. Become friends with them even.
However, your neighbors seemed to have a sex drive that rivaled any succubus or any horned college student. Except they weren’t fucking college students, they were grown-ass men in the military who failed to know the definition of decency.
There never seemed to be a time your neighbors weren’t fucking. Never seemed to be a time your bedroom walls weren’t loudly pounded against, deep groans vibrated through the thin plaster.
Your walls weren’t even thin; you couldn’t hear anything else through them. Not even a loud TV blaring or noise from any other neighbors broke through the seams. You couldn’t even hear stomping from your upstairs neighbors— a blessing, truly.
The only noise you ever heard were deep grunts and loud moans, the creaking of an old mattress. An issue you tried to ignore for as long as you could, blaring music in your headphones, burying yourself into your blankets and pillows in hopes to drown the sound out. However, the longer it went on, the more frustrated you became. Especially when it began to affect your sleeping schedule, waking up at absurd hours of the night to the beating of a bed frame against your wall.
Who even has sex at 4 AM?
You sure as hell weren’t.
So, you began to bang your fist against the wall in retaliation, screaming at them to be quiet. Unfortunately, this didn’t work; it didn’t even falter their movements. They were too damn loud to even hear your yells, probably assumed the banging was just the result of their aggressive fucking.
Then, you took it up with the front office, filing a complaint against your horny ass neighbors. Felt really proud when you overheard your landlord lecturing them. You finally thought you would get a good night's rest. But apparently, you didn’t know who you were dealing with because this only egged them on more. They just got louder in turn, only seemed to have sex more frequently, and longer, impossibly so, because of the complaint.
An issue you were currently dealing with. You weren’t even awake so damn early in the morning because you were the one having sex. Staring at your white ceiling as your bed quite literally shook from the force of the two men across your wall.
Who even has sex that aggressively? You didn’t even know men could cum that many times in a row.
You would’ve left it, but you had a very important work meeting in just about two hours, and you needed as much sleep as you could possibly get. And based on previous occasions, the pair wasn’t even remotely close to finishing their extracurricular activities anytime soon.
So you marched across the hallway in your oversized pajamas and frizzy hair, banging on their front door as loud as you could while screaming.
“Excuse me!”
It was several seconds of silence, a noise you had grown to cherish in the early mornings before the door swung open swiftly. But instead of being greeted by a person, you found yourself face to face with a bare chest and black boxers. You gulped thickly at the sight, heat burning your face as you tilted your head up to look at the owner of said defined pecs.
Except the man’s face was covered in a black balaclava, his dark eyes the only visible part of his face. Quite ironic considering the fact that he was basically naked from the neck down, his bulge apparent even through the cotton fabric of his underwear. The mask only accentuated the sharpness of his eyes, only made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You froze under his gaze, mouth dumbly falling open as he leaned his shoulder against the door frame.
“Somethin’ I could help you with?” The man drawled in clear amusement of your bewildered state.
You could basically hear the smirk on his lips as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, could see the way his eyebrow arched under his mask. The new position only gave you an exaggerated show of his arms, flexed biceps practically the size of your head.
“Could you two keep it down?” You stuttered weakly.
The confidence and anger that caused you to march to their door in the first place dissipated under his dominant stare. Under the mere size difference between the two of you, having to bend your head to match his stare. At the sight of the fucking sweat collected on his collarbones or the ridiculous amount of bite marks that littered his skin.
“Oy, you must be the lass that keeps filin’ complaints against us,” the man accused, voice gruff and hoarse.
“Yes, because I can’t sleep when you two are going at like fucking Jackrabbits.”
The man chuckled, “Are you jealous?”
Your mouth gaped as you stammered awkwardly, “W-What? No. No, I’m not jealous. I’ll have you know I’m having sex just as much as you two.”
You cringed at your words, wishing you could swallow them back into your throat. Wishing you could just fucking go back to staring at your white ceiling with random water stains instead of trying your best to avoid dropping your gaze to the man’s tattoos curled around his forearm or the fact that his boxers were barely hanging on to his hips. Blonde tuffs of hair spilled from his happy trail.
He snickered at your words, “Oh I’m sure you are, lass.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, brows furrowing in anger.
“What’s takin’ sae long, Si?” A second voice came from behind the door.
A voice you couldn’t put a face to, the masked man blocking the entire entrance with his massive frame.
“Lass here just came over to brag about all the mind-blowin’ sex she’s been havin'.”
“What?”
The Scottish man pushed him to the side, coming into focus in the center of the door frame. You would’ve felt relieved at the sight of a different man, but this one was just as massive, just as naked as the masked one. At least this one wasn’t wearing a balaclava; his eyes not quite as intimidating, either.
“Oy, you must be the bonnie lass that bides next door,” He greeted, a large smile breaking across his lips as he held his hand out, “I’m John; nice tae meet ye!”
You shook his hand, ignoring how it swallowed yours whole, nodding meekly, “Yes, I am. I came to ask if you two could keep it down. I’m trying to sleep here.”
“Oy! Are we bein’ too loud? I’m sorry, lass,” John apologized, laughing loudly in the otherwise quiet hallway, broad shoulders shaking, “We’ll make sure tae keep it down.”
You smiled triumphantly, mumbling quietly, “Thank you.”
You turned away, hoping you could end this interaction as soon as possible. Bury yourself in your mountain of blankets and forget this ever happened. You wouldn’t even care if they didn’t stop; you just wanted to be far away from your half-naked neighbors. Neighbors that happened to be fucking colossal, decorated in enormous muscles like they were accessories.
No wonder they’re fucking all the time.
“Could always join in if ye want.”
You swiveled in shock, eyes widening as John wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, “Oh. N-No, I-I couldn’t.”
“Would like tae to experience all that ‘mind-blowin’ sex yer braggin’ bout,” He joked, smirking just as cockily as you were sure the other man was under his mask, “Just let us know.”
They disappeared behind their door, leaving you standing bashfully in the hallway. Regretting your decision to complain at all. Hoping you could pretend this never happened in the first place.