closed for @maraswriting || You’re my best friend’s ex
silas knew that he probably shouldn’t even be thinking about fucking around with his best friend's ex-girlfriend but he’d gone past that. nah, he wasn’t thinking about doing it... he was about to actually fucking do it. he couldn’t help it though, he’d always thought she was fucking gorgeous and according to his friend she was good in bed. so silas was curious. and so was she, apparently. she’d come over to pick up some stuff she’d left behind before the breakup. he’d answered the door and invited her in totally harmlessly. but then they got to talking and one thing lead to another and pretty soon she was straddling his waist and his hands were up her shirt. his best friend and roommate, luckily, were out of town for the weekend so there was no chance of being caught. “we shouldn’t fucking do this...” silas murmured, pushing his hips up slightly against her. “but i really fucking want to...” he just wouldn’t tell anyone and they could call it whatever they wanted. curiosity, a mistake, whatever he didn’t care.