So Where Do I Start?
Pairing: Eris x F-Reader | Rating: E 🌶️| Eris POV
Word count: 2256 | one-shot | Read on Ao3
Summary: You aren’t fully comfortable with your post baby body and Eris is not having it.
CW: an off screen baby, post baby body, insecurities, sex
A/N: I’ve never had a baby but I do have body issues 😂 there is also a part where Eris thinks about how much he basically missed the intimacy- don’t misconstrue it as him needing sex. I worried when I wrote that. If enough ppl like it I’ll post it on ao3 🫣 I put it on ao3
No tag list for this one cause I don’t want to subject ppl to baby content if they don’t want it 🫣
Eris had been flirting with you all day. You’d asked around lunch what had gotten into him and honestly he didn’t have an answer. Maybe it was the fact you’d both gotten decent sleep, your babe finally being at a point where they could sleep through the night. Maybe it was the fact things had slowed down for him, having finally caught up with paperwork and meetings now that he’d returned to focusing on high lord duties after the weeks spent helping with the baby.
Or maybe he just loved you. Which was nothing new.
Of course when you both got into bed, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. Soft kisses deepened and he pushed up your nightshirt, determined to pull it off but you shoved at his hand. He pulled away immediately, looking down at you with furrowed brows.
“Do you want me to stop?” He whispered. Gods, it felt like it might kill him but he’d do it.
“No.” You didn’t look him in the eyes. “I just, I don’t want,” your voice trailed.
“That’s not exactly reassuring.”
Your gaze met his. You frowned at him. He frowned back. He tried to think of what was bothering you. It had been a few months. Recovery from birth was one of the longer healing processes even in high fae. It was highly possible you weren’t ready despite Edith stating you’d healed up perfectly a month ago. Just because you were cleared didn’t mean you were ready.
“I can wait,” he added. “I am more than happy just keep kissing you.”
“No.” Your eyes widened. “No, I want you. I do. I just. Maybe just leave my shirt on?”
He frowned again. “My love, we talked about this.”
And you both had. He noticed immediately when you started staring too long in the mirror and when you changed up your style of clothing. It took him weeks to convince you to bath with him again, to let him see you fully nude in a neutral setting.
“I know, but this is different.”
“How is it different?” He chuckled and you pouted at him. He sent his love through the bond hoping you’d forgive him for laughing.
“What if- I just don’t think I can handle it if, you know.” You bit your lip and looked away.
“If what?”
“If you- gods Eris you’re such an ass, don’t make me say it.” He grinned at you and it only flustered you more. “What if I kill your mood?”
He blinked, his own eyebrows raised up. “As if you haven’t smacked me several times already in the past month because I have gotten handsy in the bath.”
“That was different,” you protested. “You were just playing.”
He let his voice drop low and put his hand back on your shirt when he replied. “I never play with how much I want you.” He could smell your arousal spike back up. He made sure to lower hand and trace his fingers on your thigh. “Let me show you. If you still don’t believe me then we’ll stop and I’ll go to sleep in the study. Do we have a deal, my fire?”
“Gods you don’t play fair,” you said breathlessly.
“Whatever do you mean?”
He’d already distracted you enough to get his hand farther up your thigh, the shirt inching up with it. He reached your hip, his fingers running over your infernal underwear.
“Can I?” He asked, hooking a finger on the band.
“I don’t know. Can you?” You smarted back.
He looked you straight in the eyes when he replied, “I can and I will.” Then he set your underwear on fire, ensuring it only burned the fabric away and not your skin.
“Eris!” You yelled and pushed up the bed in shock.
“Hush, you’ll wake the baby, love,” he chuckled and used his magic to clear away the ash.
“You set my underwear on fire.” You hissed.
“I did. And I’m about to set that shirt aflame as well if you don’t let me take it off you.” He grinned.
“Fine. But if you can’t get it up, I am cutting your cock off and stuffing it down your throat. Then I’m murdering you.” You hissed and tugged up the nightshirt to pull it over your head.
“I love it when you're feisty.” He purred, his eyes immediately wandering down your body as you tossed the shirt off to the floor. “Where would you like me to start?”
“Start?”
You tried to cover yourself but he was not having it. He crawled over you, grabbing and pinning your arms by your head. He watched in real time your pupils dilate, your eyes going near black.
“I said I would show you how much I want you,” he leaned in and brushed his nose against your own. “So where do I start?”
For once he’d rendered you speechless. Good. He didn’t need you arguing with him when your opinions were clearly wrong. Especially when he let you go and sat up to look you over again. The mother truly blessed him by putting you in his path. He made sure to push that down the bond and smirked at your cheeks darkening.
“I know these are the babe’s favorites.” He whispered. He traced a finger around your breast. “It’s wrong of me to say this but I do enjoy it when you pull my hands up your top.”
“Eris,” you hissed.
“It’s true.” He grinned. “You get my warm hands pressed against your sore breasts and I get to hold you.” You blinked at that confession. “My mate, did you think I had nefarious reasons?”
“I thought you just liked to touch my breasts.”
He shrugged, “what is that phrase my brothers keep spewing when they cheat at cards? A win is in fact still a win?”
You rolled your eyes. He continued moving his finger down your sternum and traced around your stomach. You frowned.
“Despite how you feel, I do love how soft you are now.” His fingers moved around to your side and traced your hip. “And how wide your hips are now.”
“I don’t. I had to buy a whole new wardrobe. That was expensive.”
You then yelped and jolted as he moved over you, putting one leg between your thighs to wedge him apart.
“As if I care about the cost. These hips carried our baby.”
He leaned in and kissed the valley between your breasts. His left hand cupped your right breast when he kissed down your chest again. He could feel you relax under him and grinned against your stomach. He maneuvered himself so he could switch and cup your other one against his heated palm.
“I swear that’s all you're good for,” you teased, placing your hand on top of his. “Male hot stone.”
He slid down further and nipped his teeth at the skin above your belly button and he felt you tense again. He knew you hated how soft your stomach was and how the skin there was still recovering from being stretched to accommodate your child. He’d spend the rest of his life convincing you it was a blessing if he had to. Because it was.
“This beautiful belly of yours,” he kissed your stomach, “made our perfect babe. That was all you, my fire.”
“I know.” You didn’t sound convinced.
Eris knew it would take time. Even if he was impatient, he wouldn’t argue with you. He learned a long time ago that only made you stand firm in your thoughts. Instead he pressed more open mouth kisses along your stomach, pulling his hands away to loop his arms under your thighs. He didn’t miss the way you gasped or how your scent sweetened. He definitely didn’t miss the humming want you were pushing in through the bond. He rolled his hips into the bed like a fuckin youth just to relieve his own tension.
He wasted no more time, eager to get his mouth between your legs. He pulled your legs apart and peppered kisses on the inside of your thighs. You were still tense; something he had not encountered since the first time you were together. Despite your apprehension, you were still wet for him. He tried not to be smug as he put his mouth on you and your body relaxed in his hold.
He moaned as he licked up your center, your taste and smell overwhelming him in the best way. It was almost muscle memory, his tongue moving against your already swollen nub in a way that had you grabbing him by his hair. And by the cauldron, did he miss your hands in his hair.
Eris had planned to take his time. Take you apart slowly and remind you how much he loved you. Your body had other plans. You rolled your hips against his face, and he sucked and licked harder. He didn’t even get his fingers in you before you moaned and arched on the bed.
“Fuck,” you muttered as you came, panting and yanking his hair as he worked you through it. You had enough when you pulled him up.
He laughed. “That’s a record.”
“Is it?” You were still gasping.
“You really know how to stroke a male’s ego.” He sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Maybe we should take breaks more often.”
“Insufferable.” You muttered.
“I’m about to be even more insufferable,” he said with a sly tone.
He made certain you were looking when he rolled his pants down, his length springing free and curving up on his stomach.
“Still doubt me?” He smirked and stroked himself.
You groaned. “Fine, I believe you.” Despite your tone you gave him a loving look. “Now hush and come fuck me.”
Eris kicked off his pants and crawled over you. There were no words exchanged as your legs fell open and he seemed to settle in place with ease. You gasped when he reached in between you both to guide himself into your slick heat. He groaned almost too loud when he bottomed out into you and stilled.
By The Mother he missed this. Being so close to you; being physically connected to you. The bond between you both tight, filled with love and passion. He laid there for a moment to savor it. He kissed you deeply and used his hand to bring your leg up farther on his waist.
He pulled away and leaned his forehead to yours. “I swear I’d put another baby in you right now if Edith wouldn’t kill me.”
“I think I would kill you.” Your tone was amused rather than annoyed, thankfully.
“And what sweet death it would be,” he muttered.
He kissed you again and propped himself up on one of his arms. The shift alone felt like lightning shooting up his spine. He realized at that moment he shouldn’t have laughed at you for coming apart so quickly. Eris groaned and cursed when he rocked his hips.
“Know how to stroke a female’s ego.” Your laughter faded into a moan; Eris thrusted into you a little harder.
You were both mostly silent after that. Eris’s mouth was preoccupied with kissing every inch of your face and chest he could reach. You were biting your lip when he wasn’t kissing you so you wouldn’t get vocal and wake the baby. He could feel you plateau through the bond, both of you just enjoying the feeling of being together in this way again.
He finally moved up and put your leg up over his shoulder to let him dive into you harder. You sighed and he felt your pleasure spike through the bond. He tried to not be smug about it. He reached his hand between you and rubbed his thumb gently in time with his thrusts. He grinned at how you mewled.
“Can you come for me again, love?” You nodded. He was close himself, his breathing haggard. “Will you do that for me? Come with me.”
It took a few moments before you arched off the bed again and flooded the bond with your pleasure. He groaned coming right behind you, but not stopping until you stopped pulsing around him. He dropped your leg and damn near collapsed on top of you.
Eris pushed himself off you with a groan, still catching his breath. “I think I need to start training again.”
“Overwork yourself?” You giggled “I think that’s just your age showing.”
Eris bit back a retort. After a moment he reluctantly moved off the bed and muttered he would get you a towel. Sleepiness was creeping into his bones while he cleaned himself off and wet a hand towel for you. He grabbed his pants off the floor where he tossed them and before he returned to bed, he peered into the nursery. Your babe was still fast asleep.
It seemed you were also sleepy when he crept up to the bed and saw your eyes closed. He made sure to heat the towel with his hand before maneuvering it between your legs and cleaning up the mess he made. You inhaled sharply but only blinked at him. He incinerated it once he was done.
“You’re so dramatic,” you grumbled at him.
“But you love me,” he said and leaned in and kissed you again before crawling into bed.
“That I do,” you muttered and scooted over to him so you could cuddle until you both fell asleep.