That should scare me she’s right there, probably rinsing her hair but it just makes me hornier. I’m bent over the couch, panties around my ankles, with my bestie’s ex behind me, his hands gripping my hips. The shower’s blasting, her off-key singing echoing through the apartment, no clue what’s going down in her living room. My heart’s racing, ‘cause if she walks out right now, I’m fucked. But the way he’s moving, hot and hard inside me, makes me not give a damn.<hr>Okay, lemme back up. So I’m just chilling on her couch, right? The place is all steamy from the shower she’s in, and she’s murdering some pop song like she thinks she’s a popstar. I’m half-watching some shitty reality show, scrolling my phone, feeling all restless. Like, my whole body’s buzzing, and I’m just waiting for something to happen.Then the doorbell goes off. I figure it’s the pizza we ordered, so I drag myself up to answer. But it’s not pizza—it’s her ex. This dude, in his mid 20s, tall, with messy hair and a tight t-shirt that’s showing off his built. He’s got this smirk that’s totally annoying, and my stomach does a dumb flip. I haven’t seen him since their ugly breakup a month ago, and fuck, he’s hotter than I remember.“What’re you doing here?” I ask, leaning on the doorframe, trying to act like I’m not already freaking out.He holds up this ratty hoodie and grins. “She left this at my place. Thought I’d drop it off.”I roll my eyes. “At ten at night? Bullshit.”His eyes slide over me, and I’m super aware I’m in these tiny sleep shorts and a cropped tank that’s basically see-through. “Maybe I just wanted to see you,” he says, all cocky.My face gets hot. This guy’s always been a flirt, even when he was with her. And yeah, I’ve had some dirty thoughts about him—late-night, hand-down-my-pants thoughts. But this is so wrong. She’s my best friend. Still, the way he’s looking at me, like he’s daring me to do something stupid, has me stuck.“She’s in the shower,” I mutter, nodding toward the bathroom where she’s still killing that song. “Drop the hoodie and get lost.”But he steps closer, and his voice gets all low and rough. “Or I could hang out. Catch up a bit.”My heart’s going crazy now. I should slam the door, tell him to fuck off. But I don’t. I just stand there, and he knows he’s got me. Next thing I know, he’s inside, door clicking shut. The shower’s still going, her voice bouncing around, no idea what’s about to go down.Then he kisses me. Like, no warning, just grabs me and lays one on me. It’s messy, all tongue and heat, and I’m kissing him back before I can even think. My hands are in his hair, yanking him closer, and he tastes like mint gum and bad ideas. I’m so fucked.His hands are all over me, sliding up my tank, pulling it off. ,His mouth on my neck, sucking hard enough I know I’m gonna have hickeys tomorrow.I moan, too loud, and he laughs against my skin. “Shh, don’t let her hear.”That should scare me—she’s right there, probably rinsing her hair—but it just makes me hornier. I’m such a mess. I grab his hand, pushing it where I want it, ‘cause I’m done waiting.He gets it. His fingers slide inside me, and holy shit, he’s good. “You’re so fucking wet,” he says, all smug, and I wanna smack him but I’m too busy losing it.He’s not messing around. He spins me around, bending me over the arm of the couch. I’m gripping the cushions, heart going wild as he yanks my panties down. I feel him, hot and heavy, right there, and I push back, desperate.“You want this?” he asks, voice all tight like he’s about to lose it.“Just fucking do it,” I hiss, and he doesn’t make me wait. I’m trying so hard to be quiet, but it’s tough. He starts moving, deep and steady, and I’m losing my damn mind, nails digging into the couch.“Keep it down,” he whispers, one hand covering my mouth. “Don’t want her walking in.”I moan into his hand, pushing back against him. His other hand slips between my legs, fingers working me until I’m seeing stars. I come hard, shaking like crazy, muffled by his hand.He’s not far behind. A few more thrusts, and he pulls out, spilling across my back with a low groan. We’re both panting, the shower still running, her voice still clueless.Then it hits me. What the fuck did I just do? I straighten up, grabbing my clothes, my head spinning. She’s still in there, singing away, no idea her ex just fucked me in her living room.He smirks, zipping up his jeans. “Give her the hoodie, alright?”“Get out!” I mutter, but it’s weak. He drops the hoodie on the couch and slips out the door, leaving me there, heart racing, skin still buzzing.The shower cuts off a minute later, and her voice calls out, “Yo, pizza here yet?”I swallow hard, yanking my tank back on. “Nah, not yet,” I yell, voice all shaky. But as I flop back on the couch, still feeling his hands on me, I know I just fucked up big time. And the worst part? I’m not even sure I’m sorry.

That should scare me she’s right there, probably rinsing her hair but it just makes me hornier.

I’m bent over the couch, panties around my ankles, with my bestie’s ex behind me, his hands gripping my hips. The shower’s blasting, her off-key singing echoing through the apartment, no clue what’s going down in her living room. My heart’s racing, ‘cause if she walks out right now, I’m fucked. But the way he’s moving, hot and hard inside me, makes me not give a damn.



Okay, lemme back up. So I’m just chilling on her couch, right? The place is all steamy from the shower she’s in, and she’s murdering some pop song like she thinks she’s a popstar. I’m half-watching some shitty reality show, scrolling my phone, feeling all restless. Like, my whole body’s buzzing, and I’m just waiting for something to happen.

Then the doorbell goes off. I figure it’s the pizza we ordered, so I drag myself up to answer. But it’s not pizza—it’s her ex. This dude, in his mid 20s, tall, with messy hair and a tight t-shirt that’s showing off his built. He’s got this smirk that’s totally annoying, and my stomach does a dumb flip. I haven’t seen him since their ugly breakup a month ago, and fuck, he’s hotter than I remember.

“What’re you doing here?” I ask, leaning on the doorframe, trying to act like I’m not already freaking out.

He holds up this ratty hoodie and grins. “She left this at my place. Thought I’d drop it off.”

I roll my eyes. “At ten at night? Bullshit.”

His eyes slide over me, and I’m super aware I’m in these tiny sleep shorts and a cropped tank that’s basically see-through. “Maybe I just wanted to see you,” he says, all cocky.

My face gets hot. This guy’s always been a flirt, even when he was with her. And yeah, I’ve had some dirty thoughts about him—late-night, hand-down-my-pants thoughts. But this is so wrong. She’s my best friend. Still, the way he’s looking at me, like he’s daring me to do something stupid, has me stuck.

“She’s in the shower,” I mutter, nodding toward the bathroom where she’s still killing that song. “Drop the hoodie and get lost.”

But he steps closer, and his voice gets all low and rough. “Or I could hang out. Catch up a bit.”

My heart’s going crazy now. I should slam the door, tell him to fuck off. But I don’t. I just stand there, and he knows he’s got me. Next thing I know, he’s inside, door clicking shut. The shower’s still going, her voice bouncing around, no idea what’s about to go down.

Then he kisses me. Like, no warning, just grabs me and lays one on me. It’s messy, all tongue and heat, and I’m kissing him back before I can even think. My hands are in his hair, yanking him closer, and he tastes like mint gum and bad ideas. I’m so fucked.

His hands are all over me, sliding up my tank, pulling it off. ,His mouth on my neck, sucking hard enough I know I’m gonna have hickeys tomorrow.

I moan, too loud, and he laughs against my skin. “Shh, don’t let her hear.”

That should scare me—she’s right there, probably rinsing her hair—but it just makes me hornier. I’m such a mess. I grab his hand, pushing it where I want it, ‘cause I’m done waiting.

He gets it. His fingers slide inside me, and holy shit, he’s good. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” he says, all smug, and I wanna smack him but I’m too busy losing it.

He’s not messing around. He spins me around, bending me over the arm of the couch. I’m gripping the cushions, heart going wild as he yanks my panties down. I feel him, hot and heavy, right there, and I push back, desperate.

“You want this?” he asks, voice all tight like he’s about to lose it.

“Just fucking do it,” I hiss, and he doesn’t make me wait. I’m trying so hard to be quiet, but it’s tough. He starts moving, deep and steady, and I’m losing my damn mind, nails digging into the couch.

“Keep it down,” he whispers, one hand covering my mouth. “Don’t want her walking in.”

I moan into his hand, pushing back against him. His other hand slips between my legs, fingers working me until I’m seeing stars. I come hard, shaking like crazy, muffled by his hand.

He’s not far behind. A few more thrusts, and he pulls out, spilling across my back with a low groan. We’re both panting, the shower still running, her voice still clueless.

Then it hits me. What the fuck did I just do? I straighten up, grabbing my clothes, my head spinning. She’s still in there, singing away, no idea her ex just fucked me in her living room.

He smirks, zipping up his jeans. “Give her the hoodie, alright?”

“Get out!” I mutter, but it’s weak. He drops the hoodie on the couch and slips out the door, leaving me there, heart racing, skin still buzzing.

The shower cuts off a minute later, and her voice calls out, “Yo, pizza here yet?”

I swallow hard, yanking my tank back on. “Nah, not yet,” I yell, voice all shaky.

But as I flop back on the couch, still feeling his hands on me, I know I just fucked up big time. And the worst part? I’m not even sure I’m sorry.

"I got hot and heavy with my bestie’s ex while she was singing in the shower, oblivious. It was wrong, risky, and so fucking hot I can still feel him."
-inkKinkx

Letting my bestie’s ex get me naked while she was in the shower

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