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The sand was cool beneath your feet as you ran, giggling in the night along the coastline, hand in hand with your boyfriend. The wind was picking up, whipping your dress around your legs and your hair from your face. Jimin's linen button-down shirt was doing the same thing, allowing him to hold a transcendental aura as the moon illuminated his body.
Occasionally, your Jiminie would look back at you with a massive grin on his lips, a light shining bright in his eyes as he ran, playfully teasing you with how slow you were compared to him. His face always seemed more striking in the moonlight, his dark hair helping the contrast bleed between him and the night sky. Periodically, when the wind would fly one of his dark strands onto his face as he glimpsed back at you, you admired how beautiful he was, how his dark hair complimented his nocturnal environment.
"Where are we going?" You asked between giggles, noticing how the sand was coming to an end and massive rocks with waves crashing against them began.
Trees grew up and were rooted in a slanted manner, seeming taller than they were as they grew on the small mountain at the end of the coastline. People didn't seem to come here. There was a lack of continuous human influence present. Homes were few and far apart, no sounds or music could be heard from where you climbed. The grass seemed not too disturbed, the bark on the tree trunks bore little wear from people brushing up against it. The vegetation grew thick and lush from existing in a peaceful environment.
"Do you trust me?" Jimin said as he climbed a rock and held out his hand for yours.
You did.
Implicitly.
So, you grabbed onto his outreached hand and didn't question him again.
Jimin was careful as he climbed up the rocks. He kept ahold of your hand, continuously glancing back to ensure you were okay as you followed behind.
The night was getting darker, though there was still some glow from the full moon glimmering in the sky. She looked down upon you, determined to give the lovers as much light as they needed for the night.
When they reached a forested place where they could only hear the waves of the ocean, feel the gentle breeze of the wind, and had the stability of the rocks beneath their feet, Jimin turned back towards his beautiful goddess in her white linen dress and kissed her.
He kissed her like he hadn't seen her in years. He kissed her like he would never see her again. Jimin walked forward, forcing his nuna to step back and have her back against a large tree trunk. There, his lips slid down her jawline, up her cheek and cheekbone, to her ear, where he whispered how much he loved her until he finally reached her neck. He let his lips rest there for a moment, smiling to himself as he felt her pulse quicken from their interaction. He kissed her collarbone, sucking slightly—not enough to mark her skin, but just enough to make her feel.
Jimin's hands cupped his domme's breasts through the fabric of her dress. His fingers pulled the hem down just enough so that his lips could enclose around a nipple, and he sucked until he heard his beautiful soulmate moan her pleasure and her hands tangle in his hair.
His hand then followed the gorgeous curves of her body until he was able to fist enough fabric in his hand and expose her leg, getting it to rest of his hip, opening her up for him.
"Please," He whispered, lifting himself off of her chest and kissing her lips again, "let me feel you tonight. Right here, right now."
With her nod of consent, Jimin let his fingers move her panties to the side. She was already wet, causing him to groan with pleasure.
"Jimin," she whispered just as his thumb found her clit.
"Eunji," he matched her energy.
Her fingers fumbled with unbuttoning his pants, and he helped her with the hand that wasn't holding her leg to his waist, slightly moving his hips so he could free his erection. The second her hands wrapped around it, Jimin threw his head towards the sky and sighed his pleasure at her touch.
"Please, fuck me." She begged.
He shook his head. "I'm not going to fuck you. Just soft, my treasure. Let me make love to you. Allow me to feel you, be intimate with you. Bring you pleasure."
"Oh god," her eyes rolled back as he continued to stimulate her clit.
When he knew she was wet enough, Jimin slid his cock through her pussy, just a short tease. He chuckled quietly as she voiced her displeasure at the teasing. He kissed her softly while aligning himself with her cunt.
Ever so slowly, Jimin thrust in. Inch by inch, he allowed her to feel how well her cunt gripped him, how fucking amazing she felt. How warm, how wet, how—
"Jimin," her tone indicated urgency.
Softly, he murmured to her, hoping she heard how much patience he had for her, how much he was willing to give her.
Kissing his goddess gently, he pushed in more. Jimin stayed still once she had everything he was able to give. There, they sat; enjoying the sensations, relishing being here in the moment.
"You look so beautiful in the moonlight, my goddess. You feel so good wrapped around me, so perfect. Like you were made for me."
"Hmmm, my god, Jimin, please. I need you. I need more."
Motivated by her comment, Jimin started to move. His thrusts were slow—continuing on his promise to be soft and gentle tonight. He whispered how much he loved her as he moved with her. He told her how beautiful the moonlight shined across her skin, how enamoured he was with her body.
Eunji's nails trailed from his scalp to his back, wrapping around his neck for steadiness. Her heel from the leg around his waist dug into the small of his back as she moved with him, meeting his thrusts with her own, allowing him to hit deeper spots inside of her. Tempted by the redness from her blush, Jimin's lips captured hers. He kissed her while ignoring the need for oxygen that his lungs were begging for, instead trying to appease them by gasping a small amount of air every time their lips separated slightly.
His thumb circled his beautiful goddess's clit as he continued his rhythm. Jimin saw the change before he felt it. He saw how Eunji's mouth formed an O with her lips, how she stopped responding to his kisses. How her eyes closed, and her head tilted back against the tree. A soft moan escaped her throat as her body stilled and her orgasm washed through her. His name was on her lips while she came.
His name.
Christ, he could never be tired of hearing it pass her lips.
Her pussy became wetter as the orgasm caused more of her arousal to leak out of her and onto his cock, the sound of his thrusts becoming louder because of it. She hugged him closer, her head falling to rest on his shoulder once the waves subsided for her.
"Hold on for me just a little bit longer, please, my love. I'm almost there."
Concentrating on his own orgasm now, Jimin turned his head towards the crook of her neck that rested on his shoulder, kissing her throat—any part of her skin he could reach. The hand that wasn't on her leg went to the back of her head, protecting it against the roughness of the bark in case she decided to throw her head back again.
In her arms, he was heaven. Here, he was safe, protected, loved, supported, and cherished. Her whispers of encouragement, her soft kisses and confessions of love pushed him over the end, and he came.
Jimin held her close as he orgasm, just as she had him for hers. He murmured how much he loved her in her ear, waiting until the tide finished crashing inside of him before he pulled out. Once enough time had passed, and he had regained the ability to ground himself, Jiminie rearranged his nuna's panties back in their proper place and gently helped her steady on her feet and put her dress back into place. He fixed himself up while she steadied her breath, hand on her chest.
This time, when he held out his hand for hers, she didn't ask where they were going, she trusted his every motive, even without communicating it.
Jimin brought her down from the rocks to a small patch of sand on the beach, the ocean barely kissing their feet with its shy waves. The small mountain they had just barely climbed stood to their side. The light of the moon was the only thing gracing his beauty's face, allowing him to admire her features in the night.
"Do you remember when I told you that you reminded me of Eros?"
He chuckled, recalling the moment well. "Yes. All those months ago in bed."
"I was wrong. It's now that you look most like him. With the wind moving through your hair, your lips reddened by kisses, your cheeks flushed by the elements. It is now that you look most like Eros."
His heart fluttered, and he bowed to her. "My Psyche." He called her by Eros's wife's name. It was only natural. If he were to be Eros, she could only be his Psyche—his love. The other half of his soul.
Pulling Eunji close, Jimin extended one of their arms and placed her other hand on his shoulder and his on her waist and began to move. Slowly, he sidestepped, noting how instinctually his Eunji followed him.
Her laugh filled his ears, and he couldn't help but smile.
"What are we doing?" She giggled.
"With my parents, you said you wanted to be my dance partner. Dance with me."
He lifted their linked arms, and she twirled underneath, melting into his every touch, following his every move.
They didn't need music to dance. The soft sound of the waves hitting the sand and his partner's laugh was the most beautiful music he had ever heard. Combined, their harmony could never be topped. Their collaboration was the most fulfilling thing his ears had ever listened to. The beautiful background of the night sky and the dark sea looked as though they were her home, ready to welcome her in again.
Jimin twirled his Eunji, his heart rate quickening and his breath catching with how beautiful she was while she twirled. He dipped her and danced with her in circles as long as she wanted to. He spun her around until she stopped with her back to him.
Then, he reached into his pocket just as she turned around enthusiastically with a light in her eyes that was powered by love, a smile on her lips influenced by joy.
And he got down on one knee.
"I have been infatuated with you since the second I saw you. From the moment your face graced my line of sight, I needed to know your name. When I had that, I needed more. I had to know who you were, what made you into the perfection you are today and if you could ever love me." He paused, his heart pounding out of his chest and he held up the ring to his Eunji. "I believe it to be a marvel that you love me, and even more than that, I count it more than miraculous that every day you choose to be with me. You are more than I could ever deem worthy of having, more than I would ever possibly dream of having. You are the embodiment of perfection, the muse to life itself. Every day, I wish to be surrounded by the smell of cherry blossoms and jasmine—the smell of you. The feel of you. Nowhere in this world would be home if you weren't in it. Nowhere could be home without you near."
He paused.
"The love we share is something I wish to last a lifetime, though I know that even forever with you could never be long enough. But for now, I will be happy to share this love with you in this period of existence until I can find you in the next and love you all over again... My goddess, will you marry me?"
Tears streaked both of their cheeks. Jimin didn't have to wait long for Eunji to nod her eyes and whisper yes over and over again until he stood and placed the ring on her finger. Then, they hugged, and Jimin spun her around on the beach while they laughed, delirious with happiness. They kissed until he fell to his knees in the sand. Too much in their own world, Jimin lay on his back in the sand while Eunji rested her head on his chest. He supported his weight on his elbows soon, wanting to gaze at his fiancée just a little while longer.
"My goddess, my domme, my love, my Psyche."
"My Eros, my dove, my heart, my every wish in this life."
It was cosmic that he proposed on the same beach where they agreed to start again. It was fate that it was a full moon tonight, just as it had been then. It was perfect. Everything was perfect—perfect like she was to him, perfect like he was to her.
Not being able to bear the separation any longer, Jimin leaned down to kiss his goddess one more time in the moonlight. There, he lost himself in her again, just like he promised he would, every day for the rest of his life.