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Fortuitous Chapter I ✦ (18+)

✦ Pairing: Witch!Jungkook x Reader x Jimin 

✦ Word count: 3.3k ✦ Rating: M 

✦ Genre: angst, fluff, smut, soulmate!au, fantasy!au

✦ Summary: You have gone your entire life believing that Park Jimin was your soulmate, but when you meet the shopkeeper of your local potion store your world turns upside down.

✦ Warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, oral (female receiving), praise kink, unrequited love, explicit smut

✦  A/N: thank you to my favorite person ever @hobiance​​ for helping me plan this monster ilysm and thank you to my lovely beta @ally-127​ for helping me out! the beautiful banner is made by the wonderful @kimtaehyunq​ 

taglist: @krystle1990​

The many tales of soulmates dated back as long as anyone could remember. It was one of your favorite stories that your mother read to you when you were young. The story was about a princess, locked in a tower her entire life, but on her 18th birthday, she was allowed to leave for the first time.

On the princess’s first trip to the city she met a man, one who she fell in love with. When she locked eyes with this man, the village people saw their eyes turn pink. The princess and the man’s hearts became full, illustrated with hearts surrounding the characters in the storybook, showing you this was true love.

You had always thought back to this story when you thought of true love. A heart becoming full at first sight as your eyes became stunned with the sight of your lover. It was a romantic concept for sure, and you hoped that it was everything you had thought it was your whole life.

In a world of all things magical, you were not. You had grown up with faerie friends, demon enemies, and in a family of angels. 

Unfortunately, you were the only one in your family without any supernatural gift.

Being a human wasn’t that bad. It just wasn’t anything interesting either. Living a life surrounded by supernatural beings was a lot of work.

Well, mostly surrounded.

Meaning everyone in your life except for your very own fiance was supernatural.

You had known Park Jimin for your entire life. His family was full of angels too, and your parents all grew up together. It was certain that the two of you were destined to be friends. You’d known him for so long that you don’t even remember the first time you met, because the two of you were just that long. For very obvious reasons, this complicated things.

When one first meets eyes with their soulmate, their irises glow pink and their heart becomes whole. You had heard that it was the most outrageous feeling in the world, but you never did know if you experienced it yourself.

Although you had no remembrance of experiencing this feeling, you’ve gone your entire life with the belief that Jimin is your soulmate.

If you couldn't remember the first time your eyes met Jimin’s, how would you know if they had glowed pink like soulmates are supposed to?  Your parents had always told you it was Jimin, and his parents told him the same. But if that was true, why didn’t you see the world with rose-colored glasses like the princess? Why didn’t you feel like your heart was complete?

That was the question you had been trying to figure out the past few years of your life – ever since you started dating Jimin. Jimin was a good fiance. He was kind, smart, and he had always been good to you. He respected you, your career, and allowed you to be as independent as you wanted to be.

Things with Jimin were…comfortable? He was a good friend to you, even before you started dating. The two of you had always got on very well. None the less – the sex was amazing. It was lust-filled and just as dirty as you liked it to be, but it just seemed like there was something missing in the intimacy department. Like a spark or something beyond just lust that drove you absolutely mad – it wasn’t complete. You weren’t exactly sure how this love thing worked, and maybe you were overthinking it – but it just wasn’t as eccentric as you expected it to be.

“Everything okay?”

His voice snaps you back to the present – sitting over your bowl of cereal, now fairly mushy. You must have dozed off for a while.

“I’m good,” you confirm, dropping your spoon into the bowl. It isn’t appetizing anymore and there is no point in sitting here if you never planned on eating anyway. Breakfast for dinner was never really your thing. “I think I’m gonna head to bed.”

Something was missing between you and Jimin. You weren’t sure what was missing but there was something that wasn’t there. Weren’t you supposed to feel undoubtedly in love? After all these years there was a piece of your heart that was missing. The way your parents talked about soulmates, the way your friends felt while being away from their significant other, the things that the fairy tales told you. Something was missing but what was it?

As you prepare yourself for bed your mind races with these thoughts, thinking of ways to feel this spark you had always longed for. The way Jimin looked at you, you knew he felt it – you can’t help but think that maybe it's you.

Was this what it’s supposed to feel like? If it was then soulmates are not all they’re cracked up to be. Maybe it's because you can't remember the first time that you locked eyes, or you don’t remember falling in love – if you even had fallen in love in the first place.

The downwards spiral of your thoughts was never-ending, and Jimin could sense something was wrong. He knew better than to ask you, though. It was in your nature to keep your thoughts to yourself, it wasn’t your style to let him worry about your internal sufferings.

Anyway, you knew Jimin was your soulmate. Your parents told you so, and Jimin was confident in it too. He loves you, he tells you so each and every day. Maybe you just needed to let down your walls and let him in. Maybe it was your own thoughts that were containing you from allowing yourself to fall in love.

You watch him as he gets into bed beside you, wearing nothing but his pajama bottoms as he slides beneath the covers. Glasses adorn his face, a book placed in his hand as he flips on his bedside lamp. He’s focused on the pages in front of him, reading over each line (intently) and allowing the book to consume his thoughts. He’s handsome, perfect in almost every way. Why wasn’t he enough?

“Jimin”

“Yes?”

“Touch me”

His eyes grow wide as you stare at him with a waiting expression, he’s caught off guard – but he doesn’t turn you down.

He takes your cheek in his hand, soothing the skin with his thumb as he tilts your head to the side. Goosebumps litter your skin as his lips meet your neck, sucking lightly and making your senses grow wild.

A breathy moan leaves your lips as his kisses trail down your neck, satisfied with the feeling and letting lust overtake your emotions. That's what this was, lust. You lusted after Jimin. If sex could be enough to make you fall deeply in love with him, you already would be.

Delicate fingers trace along the hem of your t-shirt as sloppy kisses are placed on your collarbones, your fingers carding through his hair and gripping it at the roots.

Your clothing is lost in the crossfire, landing sporadically around the room as Jimin ravishes your body, no surface left untouched by his plush lips as he worships your every angle.

The cool air washes over your naked body, shivers run through your body as his hands meet you once again. And then he’s pushing your knees to the sides, your legs separating as he dives in between them.  And just like that, Jimin’s lips are moving south and his tongue is diving into your soaking depths. Involuntarily your hips buck towards him, unable to control your own actions from the pleasure his mouth is bringing you. Jimin’s thumb soon meets your clit, circling the bundle of nerves gently as his tongue presses flat along your slit.

You let out an airy gasp as his fingers move down to your entrance, circling the hole before dipping just one inside. Unable to resist, your hips jump up towards him as your mouth releases a loud moan. A hand flies up to cover your mouth, shocked at your own body’s response to his touch.

“Eager, aren’t we?” he smirks as his finger pushes into you slowly. Your walls swallow his finger deliciously, adjusting to the new sensation well. Soon enough he’s adding in another finger, causing you to tense up at the added pressure, taking a moment to adjust to the greater size. The feeling of mild discomfort quickly subsides as his lips reassure every movement; soft kisses pressed to the inside of your thigh as his fingers explore your depths.

Your hips jut forward as his fingers begin to separate, stretching your walls as his fingers move in scissor-like motions inside of you. He does his best to comfort you as his other hand gently rubs under your navel, his fingers quickening in pace and spreading further apart to prepare you for the size of his cock.

Your stomach churns with anticipation as his fingers reach new depths inside of you. All the pain is gone, morphing sweetly into pleasure as Jimin meets your desires.

“Jimin,” you breathe out, a moan-like sound following his name. It was a way to get his attention, not a cry of pleasure. He narrows his eyes in response, his eyes still locked on your expression as he waits for you to continue, “please.”

You don’t have to say anymore before Jimin is rocking himself back onto his heels, not before leaving one last kiss to your clit. His fingers reach for the waistband of his sweatpants, ripping them off with his underwear in one fell swoop.

His cock springs outward as his clothing is removed, his tip red, dripping and begging to be touched. Swiftly, his hands return back to their place on his cock, looking so pretty and delicate wrapped around his fully hardened member.

Hunger fills his eyes as he moves to you, his body positioning over yours ever so slowly. This is what you had been waiting for. To feel something, anything – even if it was lust.

Your body tenses as the tip of his cock presses against your entrance, readying yourself for his size. Adrenaline rushes through your veins as the sound of blood pumping thumps against your eardrums.

Jimin pushes into you slowly, your velvet walls wrapping around his hardened member. A muffled grunt leaves his lips as he basks in the feeling of your cunt swallowing him (nicely). “Feels so good baby girl,” he moans as he begins to pull backward slowly, “so fucking tight.”

You keen for his praise, shifting your hips slightly for extra friction. He hums in satisfaction at your movements, grinding slowly as he sinks into you. Pleasure is written all over your face; jaw hanging loose as your eyes roll back. It was like an itch waiting to be scratched, and Jimin was fulfilling your every need.

“So good for me,” He whispers, the sensation of his smooth voice igniting a fire through your body as he thrusts his cock outwards, leaving you feeling empty and begging for more.

Whining in response, your hands meet his back, fingernails dragging down his spine in retaliation. Jimin’s face contorts as your nails pierce his skin, leaving lines of red scratches on his supple skin.

Again, Jimin pushes past your entrance – this time with greater force. You shudder as he plunges into you, his tip finding your g-spot instantly. A sharp cry leaves your mouth as your head is thrown back in pleasure, a smirk growing wide as he plays your cat and mouse game.

Your velvety walls welcome him again and again. The stretch from his length and his rhythmic motions sending your senses into overdrive. If the repeated tap of his cock against your g-spot wasn’t enough, Jimin’s fingers now roam your body, looking for another area to awaken your senses. One digit finds its way to his mouth, popping it past his lips to coat it in saliva. You watch him intently as his finger leaves his mouth, your eyes dark and focused on him as he drags the digit down your body. He finds your nipple, rolling the perky bud between his fingers before his mouth takes their place.

His tongue washes over your sensitive bud greedily, soothing over the surface with his hot breath. The ministrations of his tongue continue while his cock glides in and out of you so effortlessly – almost like you were made just for him. And as far as you knew, you were.

Words of praise leave his lips in the form of mumbles, only amplifying the sense of your arousal as the vibrations from his voice (wash over) your nipple. You can’t stop yourself from grinding down onto him, your growing desire now too strong – you needed more.

“So good for me,” he groans as his thrusts begin to deepen – recognizing your needy movements against him. That much-desired knot in your stomach was growing and growing, begging to be tugged and snapped, leading you to your sweet release.

Sweat gathers on Jimin’s brow as he bucks his hips harder into yours, the pace of his thrusts quickening as his elbows flatten on each side of your head. Your hand brushes back his hair to read his face. His eyes are closed and his face is scrunched, he’s focused on his movements as beads of sweat drip down the sides of his face.

Before you had any time to catch a break he was moving upwards, his back straightening as his hands grip tightly around your waist. His hips drive into yours as he chases his high – bringing you closer to your own in the process. Extending your neck, a high pitched moan screeches from your throat. The force of his tip against a sensitive spot inside you pushes you over the edge, your impending release finally in reach.

The band in your stomach snaps as you chase your high, screaming Jimin’s name as your back arches off the mattress and into his body. Stars cloud your vision as your orgasm takes over all your senses – body numb yet sensitive under his touch all at once.

With the sporadic throbbing of your pussy pulses around Jimin’s cock, he can’t hold on much longer. With just a few more thrusts he was coming undone inside you. The white, hot spurts of cum coated your walls, making you feel so unbelievably full. You had never felt closer to Jimin as you had in the moment his body collapsed on top of yours, holding you close as you came down from your highs. And with as close as you felt now, in the back of your mind you knew the feeling could never last.

It was becoming nearly impossible to accept your fate as Jimin's soulmate. For 2 weeks you tried to find it inside yourself to come around, to accept that the universe was trying to tell you something, that he was put in your life for a reason.

You’d made it a point to be intimate with him every night, hoping some kind of spark would ignite and you’d feel that connection you’ve been longing for. To no avail, your feelings remain the same. 

After hundreds of google searches about “how to fall in love with someone” you were about to give up. Well, that was until you stumbled upon an ad for ‘Botanica Magica’ – a store specializing in all things witchy. The ad said the store had over a thousand kinds of potions, something for every occasion. Want to get back at an enemy? They had something from that. Want to break free of your inner demons? For sure, there was something there for that.

To no avail, they have what you were looking for too. A love potion.

Once Jimin had finally left your place and headed to work you decided to check out the shop for yourself. There was no harm in trying to find a solution to your ongoing issue. As weird as it felt, the clarity given to you with your past spell felt uplifting, and there was some sense in finding it again.

Botanica Magica was a little hole in the wall downtown, adorned with green vines over white wood covering the small building. It was cute, not what you expected a potion shop to look like. Maybe you were expecting it to look a little rougher around the edges – something dark and haunting perhaps.

Today was rainy yet again. It's like you should have taken this as a sign like something strange was going to happen. Was the universe punishing you for trying to meddle in your own love life?

The shop smelled of rosemary and sage, the strong fragrance filling your nostrils as soon as the oak door swung open. Bells chime on the impact of the door, alerting the shopkeeper that a customer has arrived.

The shop looks very sweet. One wall lined with bookshelves from floor to ceiling, another with shelves full of candles and crystals. And then there was what you were looking for. A small display filled with small vials of liquid lined up on a round wooden table. The bottles glowed with all different colors, the bright blues and pinks immediately catching your eye as you approached the display.

“Love potion,” You read aloud, whispering the words to yourself as your eyes glaze over the description. You bring the bottle closer to your eye, looking at the formula up close, inspecting every drop of fluid.

The directions were clear, you take half of the potion while your partner takes the other. It seemed simple enough on your end,  of course – but how would you get Jimin to take it? A cocktail maybe?

“Can I help you, miss?” A man’s voice echos from across the room. His footsteps approach your figure as you keep your back to him, still concentrated on all of the different options in front of you.

“No, I think I’m doing al-”

That was when you saw it. The feeling you had been yearning for your entire life. Heart skipping a beat at the sight in front of you, your hand flew up to meet your mouth, covering the gasp that slipped past your lips.

His iris’ glow pink, a vision you thought you would never see, or experience for yourself. You could feel your own changing as well; as if rose-colored glasses were placed over your eyes and the world became brighter. The breath in your chest was lost, and if you hadn’t had the nice gentleman in front of you, you might have fallen face-first onto the floor. Luckily, he was there to catch you before you fell, his tattooed hands placed on each of your hips for support.

“H-hi,” is all you can muster out, standing up straight and regaining your balance as the man’s hands pull away from your body.

He was a muscular man, dressed in all black and chunky boots to accompany his clothing. He wasn’t the beefy muscular type though, he’s more of a lean-muscular, average height, and has tattoos garnishing each finger on one hand. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to the elbow, exposing more dark tattoos on his arm. His hair was long and dark, a little bit curly at the ends, and parted down the center, complimenting his facial features well.

He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

“Miss, if I’m not mistaken, I believe your eyes turned pink at the sight of me,” He speaks, breaking you out of the haze that overtook your being. Shaking your head to snap you out of it, you blink your eyes hard, surveying the room to make sure this was real life.

You understood what they meant when they said your heart became ‘full.’ If you didn’t know better you’d expect it to have already beaten out of your chest with the rate that it was thumping. Making eye contact with the man again, your mouth opens slowly, “I-I think yours did too.”

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