#the beginning of my lovely ot3 😌

[prince-septimus]

the sounds that keep you up at night

pairing : benjamin poindexter x reader x matt murdock

summary : you just bought a new apartment next to two of the most handsome men you've ever seen. it doesn't help that they don't seem to know how loud they are.

word count : 1k

warnings : slight nsfw

a cold apartment prequel

Your neighbors are loud. You can't imagine they realize how loud they are, or else maybe they would've stopped being so loud.

It doesn't bug you, not really. Everything about the apartment building you're in is loud — the floorboards all creak, and your sink won't stop leaking. Your fridge is always releasing a noise that is only slightly concerning. The city is loud outside, and you continue to avoid opening your windows to avoid the mayhem of all the noise that you already deal with on a daily basis.

You hear them laughing down the hall together occasionally, their voices intermingling when they pass your front door on their way home from work. Sometimes you can hear them through the vent in your kitchen, chatting about whatever TV show they've been binging recently as the smell of their cooking follows.

But — and you don't know if it has something to do with your bedroom being directly on the other side of the wall of what you presume is also their bedroom, they're loud.

The kind of loud that keeps you up at night, thinking and fantasizing about two people you hardly know.

You had met them once since you moved in — each on different occasions.

Dex, the blond FBI agent who stays up at what seemed to be all hours of the day sometimes. You swore the man lived on two hours of sleep each day. He had stopped the elevator for you once, offering his name and hand when he didn't recognize you.

"You'll like it here, sweetheart," he had told you when you reached the bottom floor, serving a wink before walking away.

And Matt, Dex's dark haired lawyer boyfriend with the red tinted glasses. You hadn't so much talked to Matt as much as you had run into him, not paying attention as you walked down the hall one day and completely crashed into him. It had been embarrassing and entirely your fault, with you offering apologies and Matt making you laugh with a joke about him not watching where he was going.

They both seemed wonderful, and were absolutely gorgeous, but you felt you could never face them again.

It had been a Thursday night the first time, and you couldn't sleep even knowing you had work first thing in the morning. Midnight rolled around all too soon, and you continued to pass the minutes turning your pillow over in an attempt to get comfortable enough to sleep.

When the noise started, you ignored it. Those sounds were not ones meant to be heard by anyone else besides the people involved, and that didn't include you.

But it was difficult — the two men's moans mixing together as they pleasured each other, and the thin wall between your room and their's doing nothing to contain the noise.

You glanced at the clock as your hand slid down your stomach, tracing its way towards your navel as the sounds continued. You let out a small noise of your own when your hand rubbed against yourself, moving quicker and quicker in an attempt to relieve yourself of that pleasure building in your lower stomach.

They're easy to picture, Matt's kind smile and Dex's mischevious eyes. It's easy to paint the image of them in your mind, using it to fuel your pleasure.

You heard Dex moan out Matt's name one last time and you gasp, your hand seizing movement as you came in your underwear. The guilt settles in too quick for your liking, and you move to clean up and change your underwear quickly before settling back into bed.

The moment your head hit the pillow, you slept until your alarm went off hours later.

It wasn't an every night occurance, but often enough for you to start to loathe the two men and the impossibility of getting their noises out of your head. That doesn't stop you from bringing yourself to climax every time you hear them, though, using your fingers or sometimes your pillow as you try to provide some relief from the sounds the two men make.

You avoid them when you can, risking being late to work just to prevent an elevator ride between you and the two of them happening. You can't imagine meeting their eyes after one of those nights.

It's a Thursday when there's a knock on your door, though, and it shocks you. You hadn't spoken to anyone else on your floor, or anyone else in the building in general. You couldn't imagine who it could be.

You should've known karma would come back to get you.

It's Dex and Matt standing there when you open your door, with a plate of cookies held out to you.

Dex grins as you lock eyes, and you try to hide your first reaction the best you can. "These are for you."

"We know you're not one for interaction," Matt notes, "but we wanted to properly introduce ourselves."

The anxiety is building up in you, but you push it down, choosing instead to push your door open, stepping aside. "I have drinks in the kitchen?" you offer.

"Perfect." Dex holds out his arm for Matt to grab onto as he enters your apartment, heading for the kitchen.

You inwardly groan, shoving your anxiety down for just a few more minutes.

You're going to regret this.

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