The Confession I Never Sent

The fluorescent lights of the university library hummed overhead as I scrolled through the anonymous confession page on my phone. My thumb froze mid-swipe. There it was—my secret. The one I had never told anyone, not even Nina. "I watched her that night. The way she moved. The way she begged without words. She doesn't remember, but I do. Every detail." My stomach dropped. Someone knew. Someone had seen. A shadow fell across my screen. Adrian Cruz stood beside my table, his dark eyes fixed on my face rather than the phone. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Ella." His voice was low, intimate, like we shared something private. I locked my screen quickly, but his gaze didn't waver. "Just some stupid page," I muttered, shoving the phone into my bag. He didn't move. The air between us thickened. I could smell his cologne—something dark and expensive that made my pulse jump. "Some secrets are better left buried," he said quietly. His fingers brushed the edge of my notebook, and the contact sent heat straight between my legs. I hated how my body reacted to him. Hated that he noticed. Later that night, I found myself at his off-campus apartment. The door clicked shut behind me. Adrian's hands were already on my waist, spinning me around, pressing me against the wall. His mouth crashed onto mine, teeth scraping my lower lip. I moaned into the kiss, fingers clutching his shirt as he ground his hardening c**k against my stomach. "You want to know what happened that night?" he growled against my throat, sucking hard enough to leave marks. His hand slid under my skirt, fingers pushing aside my panties to find me already wet. Two thick digits thrust inside me without warning, curling against my walls. I gasped, hips bucking into his palm. Adrian dropped to his knees right there in the entryway. He yanked my panties down and buried his face between my thighs, tongue licking a hot stripe through my folds before sucking my c**t into his mouth. My head thunked back against the wall. His fingers pumped faster, scissoring me open while his tongue flicked relentlessly. I came with a choked cry, thighs shaking around his head, but he didn't stop. He stood, spun me to face the wall, and shoved my skirt up over my ass. The sound of his zipper was loud in the quiet room. He spat into his palm, slicked his c**k, and pressed the thick head against my entrance. One brutal thrust and he was buried to the hilt inside my p***y. I cried out, forehead pressed to the plaster as he f****d me hard and fast, each snap of his hips driving me onto my toes. His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back so he could bite the side of my neck. "You were so f*****g tight that night too," he rasped, pounding into me. His free hand reached around to rub my c**t in rough circles. "Begging for it. Taking every inch." The wet slap of skin on skin filled the apartment. My walls clenched around him, another orgasm building fast. Adrian slammed in deep and held there, grinding his c**k against my cervix until I shattered again, p***y pulsing and dripping down his shaft. He pulled out, spun me around, and pushed me to my knees. His c**k, shiny with my c*m, slapped against my lips. I opened immediately, taking him into my throat. Adrian f****d my face with the same ruthless rhythm, hands gripping my hair as he used my mouth. Spit ran down my chin onto my shirt. He groaned, hips stuttering, and came hard down my throat. I swallowed every drop, tongue licking him clean as he pulled back. We didn't speak after. He helped me up, kissed my forehead like nothing had happened, and I left with his taste still on my tongue and the confession page burning in my pocket. I didn't know if Adrian was the one who wrote it. But I knew I was already in too deep to stop. You put emotions like "ugh harder" etc SmutChat The fluorescent lights of the university library hummed overhead as I scrolled through the anonymous confession page on my phone. My thumb froze mid-swipe. There it was—my secret. The one I had never told anyone, not even Nina. "I watched her that night. The way she moved. The way she begged without words. She doesn't remember, but I do. Every detail." My stomach dropped. Someone knew. Someone had seen. A shadow fell across my screen. Adrian Cruz stood beside my table, his dark eyes fixed on my face rather than the phone. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Ella." His voice was low, intimate, like we shared something private. I locked my screen quickly, but his gaze didn't waver. "Just some stupid page," I muttered, shoving the phone into my bag. He didn't move. The air between us thickened. I could smell his cologne—something dark and expensive that made my pulse jump. "Some secrets are better left buried," he said quietly. His fingers brushed the edge of my notebook, and the contact sent heat straight between my legs. I hated how my body reacted to him. Hated that he noticed. Later that night, I found myself at his off-campus apartment. The door clicked shut behind me. Adrian's hands were already on my waist, spinning me around, pressing me against the wall. His mouth crashed onto mine, teeth scraping my lower lip. I moaned into the kiss, fingers clutching his shirt as he ground his hardening c**k against my stomach. "You want to know what happened that night?" he growled against my throat, sucking hard enough to leave marks. His hand slid under my skirt, fingers pushing aside my panties to find me already wet. Two thick digits thrust inside me without warning, curling against my walls. I gasped, hips bucking into his palm. Adrian dropped to his knees right there in the entryway. He yanked my panties down and buried his face between my thighs, tongue licking a hot stripe through my folds before sucking my c**t into his mouth. My head thunked back against the wall. His fingers pumped faster, scissoring me open while his tongue flicked relentlessly. I came with a choked cry, thighs shaking around his head, but he didn't stop. He stood, spun me to face the wall, and shoved my skirt up over my ass. The sound of his zipper was loud in the quiet room. He spat into his palm, slicked his c**k, and pressed the thick head against my entrance. One brutal thrust and he was buried to the hilt inside my p***y. I cried out, forehead pressed to the plaster as he f****d me hard and fast, each snap of his hips driving me onto my toes. His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back so he could bite the side of my neck. "You were so f*****g tight that night too," he rasped, pounding into me. His free hand reached around to rub my c**t in rough circles. "Begging for it. Taking every inch." The wet slap of skin on skin filled the apartment. My walls clenched around him, another orgasm building fast. Adrian slammed in deep and held there, grinding his c**k against my cervix until I shattered again, p***y pulsing and dripping down his shaft. "Ugh... harder," I whimpered, pushing back against him, needing more. Adrian groaned and gave it to me, f*****g me with brutal force until my legs gave out. He caught me, lifted me, and carried me to the couch without pulling out. He laid me down and drove into me again, each thrust making the furniture creak. He pulled out, spun me around, and pushed me to my knees. His c**k, shiny with my c*m, slapped against my lips. I opened immediately, taking him into my throat. Adrian f****d my face with the same ruthless rhythm, hands gripping my hair as he used my mouth. Spit ran down my chin onto my shirt. "Ugh... f**k my throat," I moaned around his c**k, tears streaming down my cheeks. He groaned, hips stuttering, and came hard down my throat. I swallowed every drop, tongue licking him clean as he pulled back. We didn't speak after. He helped me up, kissed my forehead like nothing had happened, and I left with his taste still on my tongue and the confession page burning in my pocket. I didn't know if Adrian was the one who wrote it. But I knew I was already in too deep to stop."