Onceler x Gender neutral reader

are you ready for it?

I saw a man while in the library, I watched him for quite a while. Perhaps that's odd of me, but he was simply so beautiful, I really couldn't help myself, believe me, I tried. He noticed my presence after a while, what a shame, I really was having fun just watching him. I get a little flustered at that point, but apparently it's his turn to stare. He watches me as I flip through book after book, putting up the front that I'm looking for a book instead of watching him. I can see him out of the corner of my eye and I think he knows I'm still looking, how embarrassing for me. He walks over and grins mischievously, I want to see more of that smile. I can't lie, something about men you can't read is certainly arousing. He leans in and pins me to the bookshelf, each of his arms to the sides of me, he leans in close, breath ghosting my lips as he whispers "My my look at you, so indecisive, I could help you, if you'd let me that is." I look up at him and gasp, he's so pretty up close. "Yes- yeah I'm ok with that." Grinning, He presses further into me, and puts the arm he had to the left of me on top of my head. He's so close that I can feel his bulge on my thigh, girthy and just the right size to take down my throat. Not without some difficulty however.

He notices my eyes widen and pushes his thigh between my legs. I unconsciously start grinding on his leg, just barely, I still have some self control, I haven't forgotten exactly where we are. He smirks at me and says "Having fun are we?" His condescending tone makes me shudder in delight, I'd replay that in my head over and over if he had given me any time to. "Ye- yes" I reply shakily, he notices my stutter and I see how his vibrant eyes light up with a sadistic glimmer. "Yes what?" he says as he puts a hand on my thigh. My breath catches in my throat, I speak again "Yes sir?" I try not to let my voice shake, but I fail miserably. "Aww, look at that, you're learning, how cute" His words shoot through me like an arrow, I can feel myself rutting against his leg, chasing pleasure but I can't find it in myself to care, I need it, I need him. I could be embarrassed over it later, right now I need all my focus on him. I look down a little bit to regain my composure, I want this to last as long as possible.

He puts a hand in my hair and tilts my face, making me look at him. He's just using me to get off, I can see it in his eyes, it's a good thing I always wanted to be used for someone else's pleasure, I'd be his little toy if he wanted. I'm still rutting against his leg, I moan shakily as he puts his hand on my neck and squeezes ever so gently "Well now, patience dear, the real fun is about to begin." I ponder on what he means until he forces me to my knees, oh how I've been craving this. He pulls out his cock and puts his hand in my hair "Go on, you know what to do," he says, sounding utterly unaffected by what's happening.

I raise my hand to grasp the base, I've never done this before, I hope I get it right. He stops me by grabbing a firm fistful of my hair and pulling. "No no my dear, mouth only." I whimper slightly, a hand in my hair always has an effect on me. I lean in and lick the tip, he breathes in slightly, I'm glad to know I could get a sound out of him, even just a small one. He grips my hair slightly harder. I stave off a moan from the feeling. I understand the signal and lick around more, trying to figure out what he likes. When I swirl my tongue around the head I hear him gasp in pleasure. "Good, more" he says and I beam at the praise, I try to take more in my mouth, inching it in a bit at a time. when I have around five inches in he slams his cock into my face, over and over again. Thank God my gag reflex is hard to trigger. As he's facefucking me, I allow my mind to drift, wondering what it would be like to fuck him, to rut against his leg like a slut, that sounds nice, I think I like the idea of being his slut. I was getting lost in my thoughts and the repetitive motion that I hardly noticed his hand sliding it's way to the back of my head, pulling me closer to him.

I'm brought back into reality by a loud grunt and a moan. suddenly there's hot liquid gushing into my mouth and I swallow every drop, luckily I didn't choke, that would be embarrassing. "You did so well, you make a good slut," he says while petting my head and letting me come to." Here's my number in case you ever want to do this again." I reach out and grab the card in his hand, it's a king of spades with a number written on it and a little note that says "Call soon ;) can't wait to use my personal cock slut again" I almost moan, I can't wait either.

I tucked the card into my pocket and rushed into the library bathroom to make sure I looked okay. As soon as I know I'm presentable to the public I find my bike parked behind the library and race home as fast as I can, almost running over a grade schooler in my rush home. I finally made it to the door and started taking off my clothes, they were sweaty anyway. I pick up the phone and dial in the number from the card, hoping it's the right one. the line picks up and I ask "How soon is too soon?"