୨୧ BRUTAL
𝝑𝝔 son of Eros!Changbin x mortal!fem!reader
𝝑𝝔 cw : unserious!reader (she is .... interesting for sure!), crude humor, Changbin is a sweetheart :c, fluffy smut, mild angst, Switch(mostly sub)!Changbin, Switch(mostly Dom)!reader, LOTS OF KISSING, mutual masterbation, clit play, no p in v, tit sucking, mommy kink !??!, love spells!!!, lmk if I missed anything!
𝝑𝝔 hyung line m.list | maknae line m.list
Something was off, you didn't know how to describe it.
You sat up in your bed, looking around for a moment. That's when you spot a man in the corner of your dark room and you scream.
You grab the knife you kept in your nightstand, "who are you!?" you scream at him.
"Shhh!" the man tries to hush you.
"Why are you telling me to shh, you broke into my home!" you exclaim.
"Listen, I'm here on business," he starts before you interrupt him.
"What business do you have being in my house? Is the C.I.A trying to take me out because of my theory on the money smuggling because if so I deeply regret questioning my government and I swear I'm a good brainwashed citizen!" you yelp.
"C.I.A? Government? Brainwashing? I swear to Zeus, you mortals get more crazy by the minute!" the man exclaims, "but no, luckily for you, I am not from the government, well not your government."
"So like the United Nations!? That's even fucking worse! I swear I'm a good law abiding citizen who never questions the old hags that we call politicians!"
The man stares at you with a look of mixed shock and terror on his face, "the godly government," he explains.
"That's somehow even worse?! I don't even believe in God! Wait which religion is right? I swear to God, if it's Scientology I'll find the nearest cliff and jump off, I swear you will not take me alive Mr.Secret Scientology Agent Man Thing."
The man's mouth is agape and you can tell he's trying to put the pieces together, "What's Scientology?" he questions.
"They believe in aliens and shit, but they're lowkey a cult, and they're trying to reach Nirvana or whatever, trying to get their brainwaves to vibrate at the same frequency as an alien's or some stupid shit like that," you explain.
"Ok, well aliens aren't real," Changbin starts before you interrupt him.
"Ok science denier, you're telling me you're a- whatever you are- and aliens aren't real. Maybe you're in a cult. What frequency do your brainwaves vibrate at?"
"I'm not in a cult, I'm one of the sons of Eros," he explains.
You burst out into a fit of laughter while the man slaps himself on his forehead, "okay buddy, time to put you back in whatever insane asylum you escaped from," you say as you sit up.
The man turns around and you see the wings poking out from his back. "Maybe evolution did hit the ancient Greeks, you're like Icarus but like evolved and not as crispy and fried as I'd imagine him being," you figure as you admire the man's wings.
"Why are you bringing up Icarus?"
"Well he had wings," you remind him.
"Yeah and you're about to fly too close to the sun," he sighs, "I was assigned to your case. I'm going to help you find your soulmate."
"Ok sure you are buddy," you chuckle.
"Can you at least put down the knife, I feel like you're gonna stab me," he requests.
You sigh and put the knife back in your nightstand. "So how does this whole thing work?" you ask the man.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I'll find a list of potential soulmates for you," he explains.
"So you're like the match maker from Mulan?"
"I'll make sure to look for someone who appreciates your fantastic sense of humor," he retorts sarcastically.
"Boo, you're no fun! Live a little!" you exclaim and sit criss crossed on your bed.
The man pulls up a chair and pulls out a clip board and a pen. "Male or female?" he asks.
"I'm a woman," you say it like it's obvious.
"I mean for a partner, do you want a man or a woman?"
"Either," you shrug.
He scribbles that down in your chart. "What's your name by the way, you know like everything about me and all I know is that you're a Scientologist and mentally impaired and a bird or whatever."
"Changbin," he says while rolling his eyes, "do you have a height preference?"
"Nope," you pop the p.
"Weight preference?"
"Another no."
"Age preference?"
"What do you mean by that because I am not-"
"-I'm going to stop you right there," he glares at you, "you need to take this seriously."
"I am being serious!? I'm not a-"
"Ok! I get it, I'll j-just mark down older."
"Make sure it's not like super old though."
He looks up at you, "excuse me?"
"Like a person who is like- older than my grandma. Unless they're like absolutely loaded."
He rolls his eyes and moves on, "do you have a preference regarding lifestyle?"
"Yeah, I don't want them to be a politician or a Scientologist or mentally insane."
"Ok," he scribbles on the paper, "done, I need you to sign here."
He passes the clipboard to you and hands you the pen.
"Why?" you question.
"Because this is a legally binding contract," he says it like it's obvious.
"So like in Cat in the Hat where two underage kids sign their life away to a six foot tall man in a fur suit? Am I signing my life away?"
"Just sign the fucking paper," he requests.
You sign the paper and hand it back to the winged man.
He flips through more pages in the clipboard before his face falls. "What is it? Don't tell me my soulmate is a politician!" you whine.
"It's worse," he hums, "you need to come to HQ with me."
"Wait so who is it? Is it like a serial killer? I didn't even think of that!"
"Will you shut up and take my hand," he offers his hand out to you.
You hesitantly take it. You're instantly transported to a place you've never seen before. An office building with pink walls and pink tainted glass that over looks above the clouds. Changbin pulls you with him to a desk.
"Eros, I need to speak with him," Changbin says to the person, who also has wings, that is working at the desk.
"I'll tell him you need to see him," the person says.
"Thanks," Changbin mutters.
Changbin lets go of your hand and begins pacing around the waiting room. "So like is it bad?"
"It is me," he mumbles.
"Huh?"
"Your soulmate, it's me."
Your mouth falls agape as you stare at he man. "What?" you question.
"Yeah, tell me about it," he grumbles as he continues his pacing.
"But you're like-" you pause.
"-a matchmaker. And you're a mortal."
"Eros will see you now," the woman at the reception desk announces.
Changbin pulls you by the wrist through the hallway and into a room. The room is large, huge floor to ceiling windows on two of the walls, a huge desk right in the center, and an extremely tall man with strawberry blonde hair sitting at the desk. Changbin lets go of your wrist when he makes eye contact with the man. "Changbin!" the man at the desk says, he stands up and walks over to where Changbin and you were standing, "it's so good to see you, son!"
You look up at the man towering over yourself and Changbin. Easily 8 feet tall with a pair of feathery wings on his back.
The man lifts up Changbin, pulling him into a tight hug. "Dad, it's good to see you too, but listen we have a situation," Changbin says sternly.
"A situation?" the man asks, putting Changbin back on the ground.
"This is Y/n Y/l/n," he introduces you.
"I know of her," he smiles.
He leans down to shake your hand, holding his out for you to take. You hesitate before you do, but you gently shake the tall man's hand, "you know me?" you ask the man.
"Well of course I do! I am a God after all!" he cheerfully booms, "you can just call me Eros!"
"Nice to meet you," you give the man a tight lipped smile.
He lets go of your hand and it falls to your side.
"Listen- Dad," Changbin interrupts, "I think that there was a mistake with y/n's soulmate generator."
"How so?" Eros questions.
"Well, it said that well-" he stammers.
"Does she have a soulmate?" Eros asks.
"Well yes b-but-" Changbin continues to stutter.
"-it's him, sir, Changbin is my soulmate," you explain.
"What?" the man gasps.
"Listen, I'm just as surprised as you are, I specifically said no politicians, Scientologists, or mentally insane people."
"He is, none of those things?" Eros states.
"Yeah well when you wake up in the middle of the night to someone standing in the corner of your bedroom talking about how they're from the 'godly government' and it reminds you of Scientology, and then he tells you he's the son of Eros so obviously you start thinking to yourself that this guy is either seeing something we can't or he's strung out on something, and then he makes you sign your life away like those kids did in the cat in the hat movie, then you can call me picky," you ramble.
Eros glances at Changbin then at you and then back to Changbin, "well were you the only option?"
"Yes," Changbin confirms.
"Well then it is destined to be, she did sign the contract," he points out.
"So wait? Did I sign my life away?" you ask.
"Well not your life," Eros begins before he cuts himself off.
"Dad," Changbin says, "what do we do?"
"I suppose we follow the rules," Eros figures, "you two are soulmates."
Changbin's jaw practically falls to the floor, "there is no way."
So now you find yourself at Changbin's house, well apartment, on Mt.Olympus. The apartment itself is more than just nice. It is beautiful. Floor to ceiling windows with a scenic view, a full kitchen with a separate wine closet, even a balcony overlooking the streets of Olympus which were full of nymphs and muses and Gods and Goddesses alike. Ornate furniture with gold accents, a chandelier that looked like it costed more than a yacht, and 4 luxurious bedrooms. "Make yourself at home," Changbin sighs as he takes off his coat.
"Woah, this is your house?" you exclaim as you ogle at the ornate house.
"Yeah," he blushes, "it's ours now I suppose," he runs a hand on the back of his neck.
"Oh my God, this is straight up like a fairytale," you say as you look through the kitchen.
"Are you hungry?" he asks, opening the fridge.
"Yeah, is there anything I can eat?"
"What do you mean anything you can eat?"
"Well like I don't think I can drink nectar, because I'm like a mortal or whatever," you chuckle as you look at his puzzled expression.
"Well technically you can drink it, but you would like probably pass out from what you mortals call 'alcohol poisoning'," he chuckles as he grabs a soda from the fridge.
"Wait do you have some?" you ask excitedly.
"I mean yeah but like, why?"
"Well I wanna try it!"
"No," he shuts down before you can continue.
"Please! Just once Changbin!" you beg.
"I said no," he says, more firmly this time.
"Ugh fine you're no fun," you cross your arms and take a seat on his kitchen island.
"What do you want for dinner?" he asks, changing the topic.
You hum while you think for a moment, "spaghetti," you decide.
"Okay," he agrees.
He begins pulling ingredients out of the fridge and pantry and you just sit there on the counter and watch as the man prepares dinner. "Soooooo," you speak as Changbin puts a pot of water on the stove, "what's it like being the son of Eros?"
"Well, I think it gives people the wrong impression of me sometimes," he reveals.
"How so?"
"Imagine that your father is known for orgies and sex, prayed to by mortals for him to grant them fertility and true love, doesn't always leave the best impression with people," he explains crossing his arms.
"Why not? Are you not like him?"
"Not at all," he mumbles softly, "I do this job because I like making people happy, to be honest I didn't know it was possible as a matchmaker to match with anyone," he explains, "especially a mortal, like yourself."
"Doesn't Zeus have lots of kids though? Is he matched with someone?" you ask.
"Don't even get me started on how many kids he has, y'know we have a whole department that keeps track of his children," he whispers the last part.
You stifle a laugh and get a good look at the man who is your soulmate. His sharp nose and round face paired with gentle eyes and buff arms have you feeling tingly inside and out. "Zeus does have a soulmate, or well he says she's his soulmate, Hera," he explains.
"Isn't that his sister?"
"I wish you mortals would stop spreading lies like that," Changbin sighs and rubs his eyes.
You giggle and swing your feet back and forth. "So wait, not all of you are like related?" you ask.
"No," he chuckles.
"So like how does the whole soulmates thing work?"
"Well, once you're matched, you're matched, you fall in love with the person, they fall in love with you, some couples get married, some don't," he explains.
"Can we get married? If we get married can we please get married by and Elvis impersonator in Vegas, ooh and I want a pink wedding dress!" you proclaim.
"Yeah, sure," he hums as he adds the noodles to the boiling water, "anything else you want for our wedding?"
"Hmm, maybe a chocolate fountain at the reception and for the reception to be held in a strip club," you half joke.
"That would make our wedding, interesting," he giggles, turning back to face you now.
"Well yeah, you only get married once! May as well enjoy it! Also honeymoon in Paris, or like somewhere in Europe!"
"Yeah," he smirks, "we can do all of that."
God, he looked good. Did he always look this good? Maybe you were too blind to it before, because fuck he was good looking.
"Really?" you ask enthusiastically.
"Really," he smiles softly.
"What about our wedding night?" you ask before you fully think through what you're saying.
"Our wedding night? Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself?" he teases.
"Well- I-I j-just wanna k-know what you like? I mean I-" you stutter as you try to speak.
You freeze when Changbin moves over to where you sit and pulls you in for a kiss, stopping right before his lips touch yours, you feel your heart thumping in your chest and heat rising to your cheeks as you slowly relax into his gentle grasp.
"Kiss me-" you hoarsely whisper.
He licks his lips before he finally puts his lips on your own, his lips molding against yours in a tantalizing rhythm. You are the one to break away from the hypnotic kisses he is placing on your lips. "Changbin- why I feel so-" you mumble, searching his eyes for an answer for the certain wanting in the bottom of your stomach.
"The love spell, it- well- it makes you," he flushes.
"Horny?" you ask.
"Yeah," he laughs, "makes both parties-y-y'know horny."
"Holy shit," you giggle as you bring him back in for another kiss.
This kiss is passionate and rough, in perfect contrast with the way Changbin holds you close. His hands resting on your waist, gently rubbing feather-light touches on your sides, each one leaving you more breathless than the last. Your arms loop around the back of his neck, reveling in the comfort of his lips on yours.
It's not enough though, you need him inside you, you need him to fuck you. "Changbin-" you moan against his lips.
"Darling," he coos, "tell me what you want-you c-can have it-w-whatever you want."
"Bin- I-I," you whine.
"P-please ma'am wan-wanna be inside," he squeaks.
"Ma'am?" you smirk, pulling apart from the kiss to search Changbin's eyes.
"Ma'am, mommy, mistress, master, whatever you want- I-I d'care, just pl-please, wanna be inside," he searches your face for any apprehension.
"Changbin I-I, get on your knees," you whimper as you notice the way he looks at you.
His hair is messy, his eyes lust blown and lips plump from kissing. You watch the heavenly sight in front of you as Changbin sinks down to his knees in front of you. He gently holds your leg as he kisses your knee, "please," he speaks a confession, "wanna worship you."
His fingers trail up and down your clothed legs, and at this time you curse yourself for wearing plaid pajama pants instead of flimsy sleep shorts.
You quickly stand on two feet and begin walking away, scaring the man on the floor. "Y/n- w-we d'have to!" he yelps.
"Take me to the bedroom, please," you huff.
Changbin leaps onto his feet and shows you to the bedroom, his hand in yours. Like two horny teenagers left unsupervised for more than 30 seconds.
You found yourself making out with him on his soft bed, it was a little awkward with Changbin's wings on his back, but you couldn't seem to mind, especially not when his fingers are cupping your breasts under your shirt and his fingers are tweaking your nipples in his fingers. A soft tune is playing from what you presume is your phone, or it could be the record player in the corner of Changbin's room, but honestly you don't care when Changbin's head moves down your chest, kissing above your waistband. "Honey," he calls out to you.
"Y-yeah," you look at him.
"Wanna watch you get off," he requests, "wanna watch you, please."
You're stripping off your clothes before you can even think of what you're doing, throwing your clothes somewhere in Changbin's room. You watch as his mouth falls open as he stares at your tits. "Like what you see, honey?" you ask as you lay your head back on the pillows.
He nods and you watch the faint blush creep up onto his cheeks. "Wanna see you too, please, please Bin," you hum.
He follows after you, removing his clothes and you ogle at his body. Fuck, he was muscular, and your mouth started watering when you saw his cock.
"It's n-not," he begins before you are spitting in your hand and wrapping it around the base of his cock.
Not very long, but fat in girth, with a pretty flushed tip and nicely trimmed bush surrounding it. Changbin's mouth falls open as you begin jerking his cock, "it's more than okay, baby," you reassure the man whose eyes are rolling to the back of his head from pleasure.
"Y-your," he whimpers, trying to speak.
"Don't worry about anything other than feeling good, just relax my love, let me make you feel good," you hum.
You can see the internal struggle on Changbin's face before he shoves his own hand in between your legs, spreading your wetness around your folds. "Changb-" you begin, going to chastise the boy but his fingers move up to your clit, rubbing in soft circles.
"P-please," he whimpers.
"Hm?" you hum searching his face while his fingers continue playing with your pussy.
"Can I suck on your tits?" he asks with a timid voice.
You can't help but smile as the fingers on your spare hand wrap in the boy's curly black hair and bring his mouth to your chest. You speed up your hand that is playing with his cock, trying to repay how well Changbin is making your pussy gush just with his calloused fingers.
Changbin is sucking on your nipple and his fingers are playing with your clit and it all is becoming too much and just enough at the same time. "Mommy," Changbin moans against your chest.
"Yeah, I know it feels good doesn't it?" you coo to the man who is clearly losing himself in the pleasure of you stroking his chubby cock.
He nods his head into your chest and you watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head before his hips start bucking his cock into your hand. "G-gonna-ngh," Changbin whimpers.
"It's okay my love, let go, there you go honey," you instruct.
Changbin cums with a low groan as his hips keep bucking into your hand, his fingers that were playing with your clit stopping and resting there as you watch his pearly white cum shoot out of his cock and onto his soft stomach.
His legs slightly twitch as he comes down from his orgasm before he looks up at you before remembering he is also supposed to make you cum, you don't let him feel bad about cumming first though. Instead opting to praise him for being good while his fingers resume their movements on your swollen clit while his mouth continues playing with your nipples.
"Ch-changbin," you choke out a whine.
A particular hard swipe to your clit has you tumbling over the edge of your orgasm, clenching Changbin's shoulders as you ride through the high. "Perfect," Changbin praises and presses a kiss between your breasts, "and all mine."
"All yours," you reassure, "all yours Changbin."
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