💗I'll be good💗
18+
Mark Grayson x F!Reader
Summary: PATHETIC MARK GRAYSON
Word count: 1.3k
Tags: Smut, mlw, Male Sub, Teasing, Edging, Hand jobs, aftercare
You and mark hadn't had sex in weeks.
That was perfectly okay with you, in fact you hadn't even realized until he was barging in through the window unannounced, stumbling over himself before falling onto your bed. He was sprawled out on your mattress, dick straining against his pants, he wasted no time and quickly began begging for you to touch him.
"Really Grayson?" you grinned, eyes raking over his large frame, suddenly not as intimidating when he's desperately begging you to let him cum.
"Please-" he whined out, hips bucking upwards against nothing in frustration at the lack of attention.
"I haven't- I haven't came in weeks." He paused, looking away as he spoke again. "You said I wasn't allowed to- do it without you." he managed to mumble out, his face practically red at this point.
"Was not being able to cum for a few weeks really that agonizing for you?" you strode towards him as you spoke, stopping in front of him to run a hand up his thigh, his leg jerking back at the sudden contact.
His head fell back against the mattress and he closed his eyes, anticipating your touch.
Except it never came.
He slowly opened his eyes to see that you had actually gone back to doing something at your desk, leaving him alone on your bed, painfully hard.
Confused, he sat up, calling out your name questionably, as you continued ignoring him, typing away at something on your computer.
Taken aback by your sudden change in demeanor, he got up and walked over to you, awkwardly standing beside you like a lost puppy. Unsure of what to do, he hoped you would eventually notice and take charge, but you didn't.
"I-" he began before you cut him off sharply "Yes?" you asked, not bothering to even glance in his direction. "Please?" he pleaded, frustration growing evident in his tone, assuming you'd understand what he was asking for. You once again took no notice in his cry for attention.
For a moment you're about to give in, thinking you've pushed him too far, but then he's kneeling beneath you, eyes begging you to touch him as you met his gaze.
He was desperate for you.
His arm reached for you, hand grasping at your knee, turning you towards him in your chair, as he rested his cheek on your other knee.
"I'll do anything you want, just please-, please touch me- I need you." he whined, his body ached as he reached his limit, cock twitching against the confines of his jeans.
You grin, something sadistic behind your eyes as your foot raises to press against his crotch.
He's immediately curling into himself, head dipping down, as moans spill out from his mouth, one arm shooting out to grip your ankle as it pushes against him.
Your toes firmly on the bulge in his pants and you've already got him whimpering. "T-Thank you" he manages to say between heavy breaths.
The little relief he did get was quickly overshadowed by your relentless need to tease him, because before he knew it you had pulled your foot away, not bothering to let him finish.
He groaned at the loss of contact, eyes half lidded and clouded with pleasure. Frustrated, he resigned to lie on his back against the cold floor to try ground himself, but then your foot was back, pressing against his length.
You continued, scrolling mindlessly on your phone throughout everything, as he writhed on the floor beneath your foot. Every time he started to calm down you would start to tease him again to keep him hard. You watched him fall apart a bit more each time you pulled away, loving the defeated noises it pulled out of him.
After just a few hours mark was a moaning incoherent mess, tears staining his face, precum soaking through his jeans, he was practically running a fever by human standards.
He kept begging for you to let him cum, slurring his words, chest heaving as the ache in his dick grew absolutely excruciating, not being able to focus on anything else.
He was a mess.
It drove you crazy.
You couldn't hold yourself back anymore and got up from your chair, walking over to your bed and sitting down.
He looked up at you, exhausted, brows furrowed, as he took in shallow breaths.
"Do you wanna cum?" you asked innocently. His eyes light up and he practically jerks himself off the floor as he speaks "Yes- please" stumbling towards you and onto your soft bed.
"Are you gonna be good?" He's shaking with excitement as you speak, quickly stammering out a reply. "Yes, I promise, I'll be good- I'll be so good- please."
He's hardly managing to hold himself upright, as you press a soft hand against his chest, forcing him to lie back against your blankets, resting his weight on his forearms.
You reach down to undo his jeans and his breath hitches in his throat, eyes slamming shut. You smirk, slowly pulling his jeans down just enough to slide his stiff dick out from his boxers. Your slender fingers wrap around his length and his back arches.
"Ah- fuck-" he whines out from the sudden contact. His brows knitted together with a mix of pain and ecstasy, embarrassed he reaches one arm up to lay across his eyes, shielding his face from your view as best he could.
You start to stroke your hand up and down his length, the pads of your fingers delicately sliding across each vein, enjoying the way his cock would twitch against the feeling.
Instinctively, his hips try their best to keep up, attempting to thrust up into each stroke. His other hand gripping the sheets as you slide a soft thumb across his tip, collecting a drop of precum and spreading it down his cock.
"Mmm-" he moaned, struggling against you, his body starts to shy away from your hand, trying to escape the unbearable assault of pleasure on his nerves. You notice and your other hand immediately catches his hip, pinning him down as he twitched .
"Mm-ah- no" he hiccuped "I can't-" he begged, tears streaming down his face, his breath heavy and hot as you continued your brutal pace.
"It's- too much-" more precum flowing out of him as he cried. He raised his foot, placing it on the bed, attempting to get any leverage to break loose from your ruthless grip on him. Your hand followed after him, speeding up it's pace as his whimpers got louder.
He whined, hips stuttering as he came into your hand, you worked him through it as he kept leaking more. It took him an entire minute before he was able to form a full sentence again, and you finally allowed him a break from the relentless teasing.
You brushed a tender hand through his hair as his breathing began to slow, relaxing against your touch. You got up to get a wash cloth to help clean up the mess, you helped him out of his jeans as you wiped him down.
"Oh you don't have to-" he tried to speak before you cut him off, "I want to" was all you said as you smiled down at him. You made him feel so cared for, he couldn't help himself from smiling back, he sat up lips meeting yours in a kiss as you lifted a hand to gently cradle his cheek.
You broke the kiss, standing up to strip down, his face flushing as you laid down beside him adjusting beneath the blankets. When you were both settled in he turned towards you arms snaking around your waist, holding you tightly against his chest.
"I'm so happy that i get to be with you." he spoke, his voice full of genuine love. "Me too, Mark" you said, as he held you softly in his arms, you both slowly drifting to sleep.