how would Mike react if Reader started to cry / get tears in her eyes the first time she had sex after an orgasm because the orgasm was very intense and felt very good
☾ Hey, thanks for your ask! I was debating how to answer this, whether to do a series of little head canons and thoughts but it ended up as a short one shot. Also the tense changes, it goes from past to present tense (I’ve been so tired recently) but I still think it works, hope you like it! (edit: As a TMI note - this has happened to me haha, so writing this was partly based on experience, and the knowledge that the crying isn’t necessarily a bad thing and can actually be quite a cathartic release)
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Mike’s weight pinned you down, it wasn’t uncomfortable rather it felt like a weighted blanket, something that kept you safe.
When Mike makes you cum it always makes you a little dizzy, the orgasms vary in their intensity but Mike is good at reading you. Whether it’s something in the look in your eyes or the scent you emit, Mike knows what kind of mood you’re in. Sometimes it’s lazy and slow, other times it’s quick and rough.
But tonight was different, you’d been together for some time and Mike was always thinking of new ways to pleasure you. He’d purchased a glass dildo and fucked you with it while his tongue worked magic on and around your clit.
The build up had been so intense that your whole body shook from the bed, your legs jerked, arm flew to your face to cover your blushing cheeks and the trembling of your lips.
You’d cried Mike’s name so loudly that you were pretty sure everyone in the surrounding rooms heard. Your body had arched from the bed and as you rode your orgasm Mike continued to eat you out and move the slick object in and out of you angling it just right, body buckling and portraying how you felt in your core.
It was so intense that in the end you had to beg Mike to stop, when he looked up at you a wicked smirk flashed on his face but after another second he stopped, allowing your body to slowly sink onto the bed.
Your eyelids fluttered shut, breathing erratic as your heart pounded in your chest.
A moment later he’s on top of you, inside you and it’s too much. You haven’t had a chance to come down from the orgasm and you know why Mike is doing it, it’s not the first time he’s fucked you so soon after your climax. He likes to make sure you get off first, then enjoys helping you to ride the waves and relax into sex but this time it’s too much.
The orgasm has wrecked you physically and mentally, your nerve-endings cry out for release and cool air. To have a chance to recover, your body still trembling, knees jerking from over-stimulation.
The tears in your eyes are something you’re unable to hold back any longer, he must have noticed your lip trembling, the quiver in your voice. But you don’t want him to notice because then he’ll stop and you worry that he’ll think you’ve gone off him or don’t enjoy sex. Later you’ll look back at this fear and know it’s silly, Mike knows you far better than that.
Your arm goes to your face once again and rests across your eyes, eye lashes tickling the soft skin. You blink and feel the hot tears pooling in creases under your eyes and threatening to roll down your cheeks.
Mike kisses your neck, one hand fondling your breast, he hasn’t noticed you’ve covered your face, at least not in that second as he continues to fuck you tortuously fast.
A moment later however he freezes sensing something is wrong. Usually when he fucks you, you’ll roll your hips up to meet his, your hands will be in his hair or clawing at your back. Your stillness makes him uneasy. In the silence you let out a whimper.
A gentle hand strokes your arm and lifts it from your face. You’ve seen that look on his face many times before when out beyond the wall. It’s the look of concern.
“Y/N Are you okay?” Mike sounds panicked as he speaks. A thumb rubs circles round your cheek, lips press a gentle kiss to your own. His thumb now moves to wipe the tears from under your eyes.
You give a slight nod, still panting it’s hard to put words into sentences.
As Mike pulled out of you, you shuddered once again, any touch below the waist sent pleasure and pain crossing through your veins. You gave a small cry, more tears spilling out, your face contorting as he moved.
You knew you had to reassure him that he’d done nothing wrong, but the truth of what happened you found almost embarrassing.
Your eyes opened, “I feel like I’m diving, or drowning or….” You managed to get out as your heart begun to slow.
Mike cocked his head to the side, “Did I hurt you?”
You shook your head, “No, not exactly, just….too much,” you felt your cheeks turn red as you confessed this and gave a small sob.
“Oh darling,” Mike responded as he continued to wipe the tears, pressing a soft kiss underneath each eye, “It’s okay sweetheart, nothing to be ashamed of huh?”
When you look up at him you see the relief that’s washed over Mike’s face, he gave a contended hum and smiled at you. Soft and kind, though slowly turning mischievous.
“Huh….so I really am that good?”
You swipe at him playfully and then sniff deeply, unsure of whether you’re trying to copy him and pick up his scent or sniffing in the way someone does when they’ve been crying.
In response to this Mike mutters, “Cute,” before capturing your lips in his own.
He takes a moment to ensure you’re ready before continuing, there’s never any pressure with Mike it’s always relaxed and happens when it’s supposed to. He lays on the bed beside you and pulls you into his chest, you stroke him slowly keeping his interest peaked for when you’re ready.
And when you are…. When he thrusts back into you your head rolls backwards and your back arches. Maybe you weren’t 100% ready but you could work through this, the pleasure so close to pain it threatened to tear you apart. Determined you grip the bedsheets and know your knuckles will have turned white.
“Damnit,” you hear Mike curse in half a grunt. “I’m sorry y/n it’s just, you look so fucking good like that.”
You gulp hearing him say those words threatening to send you over the edge again. It’s rare that he swears during sex, it’s rare he sounds like that but god if it doesn’t suite him. But perhaps that’s because you know how much he cares and how tender the man making you beg for mercy is. There’s a few tears still trickling down your face which is contorted in ecstasy, the taste of your salt on your lips, Mike licking your neck. A hand reaches between your legs and sets you on fire.
Afterwards there’s cuddles and kisses, there’s praise and dreaming of a brighter more hopeful tomorrow. Mike returns to the bed with a warm damp cloth and cleans between your legs, another cloth for you to wipe your brow. You press your foreheads together as he wraps an arm around you, “You are such a wondrous beauty you know that? You take my breath away.”
You thought about joking in response, alluding to how he’d literally taken your breath away that evening but you decided against it, sometimes Mike really could be too sweet for his own good.
