cowboy jungkook x y/n
one shot - 10k
smut, fluff, angst
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you couldn’t breathe.
your legs were moving at a pace your body could hardly keep up with, as your boots kicked up dust, debris and other things you couldn’t quite see so dead in the night. regardless, you ran. you ran, and ran and ran and ran until you thought you were going to collapse because it was the only way to ensure freedom.
the sounds of a wailing car behind you were only getting louder as you ran through the desert like town, not knowing where you were going, only knowing that at this time of night, you were incredibly unsafe from the evil behind you. you couldn’t believe this was happening to you, your dress bunched up at your knees as you ran, tears streaming down your face whilst you heaved through sobs, desperately trying to swallow down your emotions if it meant you’d preserve your energy.
you had been framed.
your father, and your horrible step mother - oh how you hated them with every fibre of your being. you had never known your birth mother, after she had passed away when you were so young, leaving you with an abusive father who married an equally horrible woman who saw you as a stain in her relationship. thus came years upon years of torture, being forced to hide away in your own home, to be as invisible as possible in hopes they’d simply forget you existed.
it had worked for as long as you could remember whilst you lived only in the corners of your room, looking out of the window as other girls your age walked through your town in extravagant gowns, donned from head to toe whilst men bowed, flirting, all while pretending they were above it. your chest tightened at the interaction with a frown, knowing that you would never get to experience such a thing. your home was located in the centre of town, with your window high enough where you could watch uninterrupted, but close enough where you could feel like you were secretly immersed.
your eyes would trail over the men half in curiosity and half utter shyness, nibbling away at your lip. their studded belts, heavy denim and notorious cowboy hats - you were in awe at the confidence they oozed whilst they conducted their business around the small town.
only one had ever truly caught your eye.
jeon jungkook.
the only way you knew how to describe him was manly. big chest, bigger than any of the other men, with arms and biceps that had your fingers shaking on the windowsill. his shoulders broad, all whilst his thicker legs strained against his denim, boots heavy on the ground, hat nestled onto his head like home.
his eyes were darker than the others, like he had seen too much in his lifetime, much more than a 30 year old man of his calibre needed but it also solidified him as one of the most respected people in town. hell, even the sheriff was inclined to bend the law when it came to him, knowing that it was the worst kind of mistake you could make to have a guy like jungkook on your bad side.
and so, you’d stare from your window, your sweet, white, cotton dresses always slipping from your shoulders absentmindedly, swallowing down inappropriate thoughts about the man you had never met.
it was when he turned, his back to the shopkeeper as though he could feel eyes on him, and met your gaze that you found yourself gasping loudly.
immediately, you flushed pink, looking away, pretending to be interested in something else whilst he continued to stare openly at you. pretty eyes, even prettier lips - you were the mere definition of dainty, all perched up on your window sill, your arms resting on it and your head as a result, resting on your arms. he had never felt want this deep in his stomach, and sure, his cock hardened up at the sight of a pretty woman like any other man - this felt different.
he didn’t greet you like a good gentleman would. no, instead, he simply stared.
you could feel your stomach dropping as heat prickled down your spine, enough for you to retreat back into your bedroom, all whilst he continued to watch you. he watched the way your dress, too big, one you would wear at home only, slipped from your shoulders further, revealing the slight corner of your breast, only to be hidden away by your hair.
the window was shut. you went with it.
he gritted his teeth.
that had become a distant memory now, somewhere lodged in the back of your head as your weakened legs continued to take you across the outskirts of town, running as far as you could possibly go. your sobs were only growing louder as the adrenaline pumped and pumped and pumped, your chest heaving.
your mind was a flood of horrible thoughts, playing back the scene that had caused this entire situation.
your step mother had branded you a thief. her pearls had gone missing, no doubt taken by your no good father to be pawned for gambling money, but you were an easy target, fingers pointing at you, pulling at your hair, promising a threat of utter violence. you had never felt fear like it. all pleads for reason had fallen on deaf ears, causing you to practically flee once you heard the boots of the sheriff come towards your home.
you knew what happened to thieves in this town.
they were punished, beaten down until death was a welcome finality, regardless of whether they were male or not. the thought terrified you. to die at the hands of such cruelty when you were entirely innocent felt unjust in the highest of powers and yet you had no one to help you, to support your claim, with your father naturally adding further fuel to the fire by agreeing with his wife.
despite having been in this town your entire life, never had you ran outside of the town borders.
wildlife and scary people typically roamed the earth here, what in deserted land, sand, dust and grime in every corner whilst cars often sped up, trying to get to the town quicker in hopes of getting out of such eerie lands. it only worsened at night.
your exhaled hard at the sight of a house, small. it sat in the middle of nowhere, just in reach, causing you to run further and further just to reach it once you saw there were lights on too. you heaved, your legs beginning to fail you.
it wasn’t until you were a few metres away that you could feel the headlights behind you, causing you to sob loudly, your eyes shutting as you practically accepted the fate that was about to befall you.
that was, until a pair of large arms grabbed you from up front.
your brain stopped working in that moment, your mind completely shutting down as you all but collapsed into the chest of a much, much, larger man. you could practically feel yourself falling in and out of consciousness as he clung to you just as tightly as you clung to him, picking you up with a sort of ease that could have only been assigned to one person.
you shut down entirely.
the lights only grew closer until the sound of a car had finally stopped, the heavy boots of the sherif that had originally made you run stopping right behind you, your body cowering even deeper into the arms of the stranger desperately.
“step aside, jeon. girl’s wanted for theft.” you whimpered at the authoritative voice directed at the person you were crying against.
“you see it?”
the drawl of the man holding you echoed into your head, your face hidden in the crook of his neck as he began to cradle you. your sobs only soaked the cotton of his shirt, all whilst a large hand pushed on the back of your head to keep you down, almost as a protective measure.
the sheriff frowned. “what?”
“you see her steal?”
“sir.” the sheriff sighed, uncomfortably shifting from foot to foot. “i’m simply carrying out-“
you could feel the body against you tense all whilst you sobbed quietly, hands shaking violently against him, only causing his grip to hold you much firmer. you were being grounded, unable to hear the conversation as words didn’t register in your mind from the sheer feeling of overwhelming fear.
“you’re on my land calling my girl a thief, sheriff?”
he took a few steps closer only causing you to whine against him, as though he was stepping in to the line of danger, and therefore taking you with him. your brain still hadn’t caught up that you yourself were in the arms of danger itself.
“jeon. her father…” he began, with a sigh again. “she’s been accused.”
“folks accuse each other every damn day.” he gruffed back, fingers intertwining into your hair.
“i still have to take her in.”
jungkook looked at him then, darkened eyes that appeared harsher in the dead of night. he lived alone out here, only man brave enough to do it and yet he had never imagined you would ever be here in these circumstances. he could feel your shaking body against his in a way that had his cock stirring, something even better knew was inappropriate given the situation and yet he couldn’t help himself. his girl. his sweet girl. you had no idea.
had no idea how long he had kept his eyes on you. always looking up at your window at different times of the day, mastering the art of sitting inside the saloon with open doors, positioned just right so he could drink and watch you.
had no idea that it was you he pictured as he stroked his cock, hissing out at the thought of the beautiful girl his eyes couldn’t stop catching whenever he was out in the town. always ignoring the advances of other women - their batted eyelashes and dropped handkerchiefs had no hold over him.
certainly had no idea about the fat diamond ring sat in his home right that very second. he had plans to come to your family home tomorrow and do it the right way, ask for your hand in marriage with your father’s blessing and whisk you away as soon as he got the chance. get you in a nice white dress, with a lavish wedding just like the girls in your town dreamt of.
you were a lady. he wanted to do right by you.
having you in his arms like this, the almost see through cotton of your dress, all loose and bunched up, dirtied by the desert ground as it slipped from your shoulders; it was fucking sinful. bodies pressed together, your arms wrapped tightly around him as your face nuzzled into his neck, the musky scent of his aftershave enough to soothe you just slightly. in the arms of a stranger, you felt a taste of safety.
it was improper, the way your breasts were practically spilling against him, knowing that if anyone saw you, it would ruin your reputation in this town for life, what being unmarried and all. but in the game of life and death, you couldn’t think of anything other than the broad man protecting you.
he didn’t give a fuck. you were his girl, his wife to be. you didn’t know it yet, but he’d put that rock on your finger, and he’d make everyone stare as he walked arm in arm with you, announcing you as his. you were protected now, and he felt a prickle of genuine anger in his spine at the sheer idiocy of himself for not realising you needed that protection seemingly sooner.
“you gonna take her out of my arms?”
the question hung there as the sheriff continued to shift uncomfortably.
“she’ll be treated fairly.” he weakly rebutted.
“that right?”
“it’s procedure.”
“procedure.” jungkook laughed humourlessly. “procedure got her running in her fucking dress away from you, sheriff?”
he took another step closer, and at this point, the other man stepped back, inching closer to his car at the sight of the heavy gun sat at jungkook’s hip. he wasn’t an idiot. he had killed for less.
“her father’ll come looking for her if we don’t bring her in. i can’t promise..he’ll be more lenient.” he nervously admitted.
“let him.” he scoffed.
“he’ll want the girl back.”
“he ain’t getting her.” jungkook clung to you almost animalistically.
the tone jungkook used had officially made the other man too uncomfortable and despite him being the one with authoritative power, everyone in town knew you’d be a dead man to try your luck with jeon jungkook. he had no idea that you were his girl, and with the way he was clinging to you just as hard as you were to him, he gathered that this wasn’t something he wanted to get involved in.
with a tip of his hat, and a shaky apology, he retreated back to his car, almost hurried, and drove off.
the sound of a screeching car had you whimpering in his arms, body still shaking, clinging to his shoulders in hopes he wouldn’t let you go.
he didn’t. not once.
he stood, holding you fiercely as he watched the car retreat, headlights disappearing over yards of land that belonged to jungkook - that no one else dared to enter.
his arms remained locked securely beneath your knees whilst his other hand held you flush to his chest, your heartbeat slowly beginning to slow at the sound of his own. every so often, another broken sob would escape you as the reality of your situation cascaded down onto you, clinging to the man you had yet to identify as though your body recognised he was the definition of safety.
his hand slid through your hair, just slightly, positioning you properly before turning around and walking towards the house.
“easy.” you heard his voice command, and you nodded, ever obedient, through your sniffles.
he climbed the wooden porch without another glance towards the road, no fearful regard of his secluded surroundings despite it being an area so many people feared. his heavy boots groaned against the old timber before shouldering the door open.
warmth met you immediately.
the scent of pine, wood and musk - all heavy in the air, no doubt settling into the older, wooden furniture as though it had been here longer than anything else. the smoke from the fire burning immediately soothed your skin, a comfort that knowing despite the heat riddled middays, it took a mere log filled fireplace to calm the freezing cool of night.
the home wasn’t lavish by any means, but it felt safe, lived in even. the furniture looked as though it had been built by hand, a home created by the person living in it.
a worn, leather saddle sat against the far wall alongside a lengthy, coiled rope, a rifle mounted in easy perimeters on the wall whilst a large armchair sat just opposite.
the door slammed shut, a heavy click ringing through the air.
you flinched.
silence filled the air. the first thing he tried to do was place you down on the arm chair, no doubt to get a few words out of you, to understand the situation better but it didn’t seem feasible when all he could hear was you whine and whimper the second you felt him trying to remove himself from you. as a result, you clung to him harder, causing him to clench his jaw at the feel of you, positioning you properly.
stubborn girl. fuck, he liked that.
your face was still hidden in the bridge between his shoulder and neck, refusing to move, even making a show of whimpering extra loud anytime he moved. he couldn’t believe how sweet the sound tasted up close, what with your body against him like this, his frame engulfing yours so deliciously.
and so, instead, he took a seat on his chair himself, bringing you down with him. he positioned your legs on one side of him comfortably, whilst you nuzzled into the corner of his neck again, tears staining his skin as your shaky hands clung to the large arms that were caging you in.
you weren’t aware of yourself - not aware of the way your dress had slid up so high, and how you had been positioned so perfectly against his bulge that the growing pressure against your cunt was all purposeful. you felt dizzy.
for a long while, neither of you spoke.
the fire cracked, whilst the wind rattled harshly outside, kicking up dust and sand all over the outdoor porch. inside, it was only your mix of breathing that really soothed you, as you felt his pulse against your skin, your sobs having quietened down to little hiccups that jungkook selfishly wanted to hear for the rest of his life. how was it that you, quiet little thing, were so sweet even in your despair?
once your breathing no longer released in desperate gasps, you finally lifted your head.
your lashes fluttered open, sniffling away, as your eyes met his for the first time that entire evening. the familiar line of his jaw, the heavy darkness that swirled in his face alongside the hardness imprinted on every crevice of his features - oh, you knew him. you knew him better than you wanted to admit out loud for the man in front of you was the same man you had been dreaming about for months now.
his cowboy hat cast a heavy shadow on his face just as the realisation hit in real time.
“mr..jeon?”
your voice barely existed, scratched from the sobs and cries for help earlier, more breath than actual sound.
he gave a small grunt. “jungkook.”
your lips parted as you stared, and stared, and stared. it didn’t help that he was doing the same, large hands moving to cup your waist and thigh openly, as though it was completely appropriate between two unmarried parties in your community. it certainly was not.
the same man you had watched from your window, the one who never greeted nor smiled. the one you caught staring on countless occasions, even catching his gaze through your curtains whilst you were dressing.
once, you had opened your blinds mere minutes after a morning of secretly touching yourself, hand over mouth to stop the moans of his name as you imagined him being the one to do this to you, only to have caught his heavy gaze almost immediately. simply stood outside, cowboy hat low on his head, covering half of his face.
you had frozen still, thinking he might have seen you, or worse; watched you.
he had watched your cheeks flush a bright shade of red, eyes widening before trailing down to see the large bulge in his denim trousers, straining painfully. a confirmation. the two of you were well acquainted indeed through stolen glances and heavy need, but never with words.
your gaze dropped, shock lining your features as you realised the very situation you were in. perched on his lap, dress to your thighs due to the way it had been bunched earlier, bare skin against his all whilst you were practically smothering him with your own body - oh, this was the very definition of indecent.
the colour in your face deepened immediately.
“i-i..”
you hurried to move, practically jumping to get out of his arms but he moved faster. his arms around you tightened quickly, reflexes sharp as he dragged you right back until you were in the same position once more.
“down, girl.”
“this..” hiccup. “this isn’t proper.”
his expression didn’t change, merely looking over your face with both a hunger and determination that had your stomach swirling. you couldn’t help but wonder whether you had fallen prey to the big, bad wolf in real time.
“no. it ain’t.” he gruffed out at you, though he made no effort to move, only making a show of pulling you close.
“a lady shouldn’t…” you swallowed down the heavy lump in your throat, tears still lining your waterline. “i’m not supposed to be alone with you.”
“yeah?”
“in your house.”
“mm.”
“not..” you hiccuped again as you broke the eye contact, glistening orbs looking over his home and towards the door where you subconsciously began pulling at his shoulders to cling to him further as though the threat of outside was still near. “not..sitting like t-this.”
“you done?” he narrowed his eyes at you.
you returned his gaze in confusion. hiccup. “..done?”
“worrying?”
“w-what if the sheriff tells everyone i-im here.”
“folks talk. he will.” he shrugged as though it was nothing.
you anxiously screwed your face at him, making another attempt to get up but his grip was merely too strong.
he could read you like an open book. here you sat, denying the very comfort you so desperately needed because you were scared of the outcome - terrified of being caught in a position that had been so severely ingrained in your mind as bad, thanks to your parents and community. you’d be branded a whore for the rest of your life, no doubt the worst of worst considering it was jeon jungkook you were canoodling with; a man so terrifying that others seemed to cower.
“you run here?” jungkook pulled you out of your thoughts, catching your gaze once more.
you nodded.
“ask to be accused?”
you shook your head in a small no, lip quivering.
“ask to be fucking hunted?” he hissed.
a no, again. this time, you could feel the tears coming back.
his eyes never left your face as the arms wrapped around you suddenly yanked you until you were completely and entirely flushed against him, your own arms having to wrap around his neck more comfortably to accommodate the move.
“then what’ve you got to be ashamed of?”
your throat tightened as your tears fell, the severity of the situation you were in scaring you. you had no where to go, no one to run to, and yet you’d still be condemned by the same community you had been raised in.
“i don’t know what i’m supposed to do.” you readily admitted to him, lip quivering in a way that had him angrier by the minute.
the thought of you in this position upset him. it had his chest rising and falling as he bit down the hunger for violence he so desperately seeked, wanting nothing more than to grab every person responsible for this and beat them till all they could chant were apologies to you. his sweet, sweet girl. just looking at you, all teary and pouty - he wanted to kiss it away. wanted to make it go away for you.
“don’t have to think, y/n.” he assured you suddenly, the hand on your thigh heavy. “don’t have to think again, you hear me?”
the words hung between you as he wiped your teary face, large, rough hands cupping your face in the sweetest of ways. it confused your brain. how could something so mean, so accustomed to the harsher things be capable of such gentleness?
thoughts of your father’s temper and your step-mother’s calculated fury only spurred the tears on further as you gently gripped his chest.
“they’re gonna be so angry.” you admitted through a quiet sob. “they’ll come for me. i should have just gone with the sheriff…they’ll prolong the shame this way.”
“they ain’t touching you.” jungkook scoffed for what felt like the millionth time that month.
you slipped your gaze away from his, breaking it as you looked down at your lap. his body was so warm, heat radiating from every crevice and after the adrenaline, the biting cold of the outside had finally soothed with him holding you.
still, sniffling, you felt him wipe your face. “they’re cruel like that.” you admitted.
“ain’t letting no one come near you, sweets.” he assured once more, his hand heavy on your jaw. “you’re protected now. y’hear me?”
this thumb lingered under your eye for a moment longer before dropping all together, the rough pad of it having collected another tear, watching as it disappeared into the calloused liners of his digit as though you had become one part of him.
you couldn’t understand it.
couldn’t understand how a man so feared could sit so still in front of you - how someone only spoken about in hushed tones around town had become such a calming force in a matter of seconds. every movement carried purpose, intent; every gap of silence voluntary. it unsettled you.
neither of you moved for a few more minutes as you absorbed his words.
then, without warning, he rose.
the leather beneath you groaned as he stood up to his full height all whilst placing you down on the seat on your own, no longer engulfed in the inappropriate embrace, the sudden absence of his heat making the room feel all the more colder. your fingers twitched against your skirt before you could stop yourself, a quiet whine echoing against the quiet walls.
he tensed.
his shoulders rolled, jaw flicking as his hardened gaze stared you down, all whilst you wanted nothing more than to scamper back into his arms where safety was promised.
heat climbed your neck, but jungkook had already turned away.
heavy boots hit the ground in loud footsteps, your ears peeking as you listened to him in confusion, his frame disappearing beyond the doorway.
you could hear the sound of a drawer being opened, followed by a rustling and a moment or two of silence you couldn’t quite place. it was loud enough to have you sit up a little, head craning to see beyond the doorway but the house was dark, and nothing was visible beyond jungkook’s body walking back.
your shoulders slumped in relief at the sight of him again, your shaking hands and nibbling lip enough to have his darkened eyes narrow. you almost didn’t notice the small box in his hands. tiny. palm sized.
he stood in front of you then, causing your neck to crane up.
it was your turn for eyebrows to furrow as you watched the big, burly man - too gruff to be anything gentlemanly, too rogue, too rough around the edges - drop to his knee.
your eyebrows raised in shock, as you watched him pull up the velvet box, a deep red, and reveal a ring inside that had your throat letting out a choked gasp.
“jungkook?”
“bought this in spring.” he murmured over the crackling fire. “was meant to come down tomorrow.”
your chest rose and fell rapidly.
“had a whole fucking speech for you. kind of talk a man says to a lady.” his eyes never left yours. “was gonna meet your father like a man worthy of you. was gonna do it right f’you, you know that?”
“since spring?” you whimpered at him, knowing that had been months ago.
your heart was beating out of your chest, all whilst it raised and fell in quick successions.
jeon jungkook, the most powerful man in your entire town, infamous for his mere self, on his knee, in front of you with a box holding a diamond ring more lavish than anything you had ever seen.
for you.
“was gonna come to you.” he whispered then, your faces close. “but you came to me. tonight.”
your lip quivered.
“they chased my girl?” he hissed then. “made you run and hurt yourself, and you ran to me, to my house, without even knowing it.”
you watched him in silence.
watched the broad man before you settle onto both knees, body so close to yours that all you had to do was part your legs for him to truly become one with you. somehow, this position felt even more intimidating than when he hovered over you - what with him filling every inch of space between your knees, his shoulders so wide that they hid the warm glow of the fireplace behind him.
you should have shuffled backwards. should have remembered every lesson drilled into your brain from birth, from the society you grew up with, from your step-mother. you should have shuffled your dress down, skirt falling over your legs properly instead of where they sat mid thigh. you should have pushed him away, scandalised at the topic of marriage from a man that hadn’t spoke to your father.
more importantly, you shouldn’t have reached out to touch him.
your body had began leaning forwards immediately, your faces close now, bodies mere inches away from pressing against each other. one hand was settled on the box, the other moving up your neck, fingers longing to feel either side of it whilst you withered below him. it wasn’t until he cupped your cheek and he felt you nuzzling into him that he nearly cursed.
something unreadable crossed his face.
a slow breath left him through his nose before his gaze dropped to your left hand sitting, shaking, on your bare thigh. his eyes lingered too long, catching sight of dampened panties that were all but clinging to you, only causing further blood to rush to his already hardened cock. he grit his teeth.
he reached for it, watching the way your fingers disappeared into his. they looked so small compared to his own, so delicate - the thought was toying with his brain, with the sight spurring his need for you.
with careful movements, he slipped the diamond ring onto your finger.
“fits.”
you blinked back a new flood of tears, trying desperately to swallow down the wave of emotions as you took him in.
this wasn’t him asking you - he was telling you. you could feel your shoulders lumping all as you curled into him, his large arm coming to sit around your waist where he yanked you further into his chest. your large eyes peered at your ring with shaking breath, gaze flickering from his back to the jewellery on your hand over and over and over until jungkook wanted to laugh from how cute you were.
the man you had your eyes on for months. for so long, you sat, watching him from your hidden spot by the window, enamoured by the way he tipped his hat at all of the vendors he’d walk past. you peered through the opens doors of the saloon where he’d sip his drink, legs spread, eyes dark before you’d find them catching your own.
most times, you’d hide, looking away, cheeks red as you pretended to do something to hide your embarrassment. other days, where the exhaustion was high, or tears were fresh from the verbal abuse your parents had given you, you’d maintain the eye contact. wonder of a life where you’d be able to walk hand in hand with a man like him up and down the town.
here he was, promising you that life.
“it’s so beautiful.” you whimpered at him, feeling half unworthy of such a jewel.
it no doubt cost more than anything you had ever own, and despite coming from a respectable home, this was grander than anything your mother had too.
his grip on your waist tightened, just as your gaze returned to his, sniffling. he leaned forward, your nose touching his - another act of immodesty, all whilst he curled your dress further into his arms, as though he wanted to finally press himself against you just so you could feel the way his heart was beating out of his own chest.
despite the heat in your stomach, the corners of your mouth lifted slightly through a hiccup. “y-you haven’t even asked..me properly.”
that earned you a small twitch of his own lips. a rare sight.
“on my knees for you, sweets.”
“most men a-ask.”
“most men ain’t me.”
you hiccuped again, sniffling, shuffling closer.
the diamond caught the light of the fire behind him, illuminating the corners of the room and offering it a warm hue. both of you looked down, watching his thumb swipe it against your finger in a sweet movement.
“come morning,” he whispered, tone softer than anything you’d heard yet. “i’m taking you to the courthouse. stand beside you. give you my name.”
he said it with the same certainty he’d spoken every other promise thus far. your eyes shut gently as you found your heart blooming, nodding gently.
you didn’t realise he was still waiting for your confirmation.
you answered him though, not even seconds later, as your free hand moved before you could think. both careful and tentative, your fingers slipped into the dark hair at the nape of his neck, fingers grazing his pulse. he went completely still, with every hard line of his body seemingly locking into place.
you swallowed “is this..still improper?”
his gaze lingered on you for a long moment, slightly gulping as your nails scratched his scalp.
“yes.”
you went to retract your hand, but he stopped you.
jungkook stepped forward until your bodies were completely brushed against one another, chest against chest, head against head, bulge against core. you could feel him in ways that you knew would have you ruined for life, with your eyes drying up from the tears and growing hooded at the feel of him. he held you so tightly, practically squeezing all of the stress and worry of the situation away.
it was then that he lifted your chin, noses kissing as your breaths mingling.
“good thing i’m fixing that tomorrow morning.”
—
being married to jungkook was the beginning of a life you never realised could have been yours.
three months into your sudden marriage and you were realising that this was what living was all about. you’d wake up to his lips smothering your cheek, your neck and lips - covering you in kisses that would wake you from sweet sleep to even sweeter reality. other days, you were the one who would wake first, your fingers tracing over a hardened chest, scarred and wide until you’d catch him staring at you.
oh, the stories you had heard before all of this.
mean, old jungkook. nearly killed a man for talking out the side of his mouth, pistol to his head after beating him up. the way he’d walk around town, picking up jobs that no one else wanted to do, getting paid handsomely for his time knowing that no other man would be able to do them. everywhere he went, people cowered, whispered even. got his beers for free simply because the bartender was too scared to actually charge him.
and yet, when it came to you, he was completely different. gentle, sweet, softer than anything you’d ever experienced.
in the first few days of being married, you had gone into town on your own, head lowered as per usual as your bonnet, neatly wrapped around your head and neck, hid most of your face from anyone staring in.
oh, it had spread like wildfire.
jeon jungkook had married the village freak. the girl accused of thievery by her own parents. the girl that sat quietly at her window, rarely being allowed outside of her home unless it was for a social affair, staring at everyone in town.
what use did he have for you?
what use did jungkook have with a wife?
people had gossiped with each step you took, and your hands had began to shake without even noticing. you frowned, shoulders raising at the feel of so many eyes on you when your only fault had been existing.
it wasn’t until you felt a heavy presence around you, chest brushing your back, breath touching your shoulder as a head dipped down that uou subconsciously relaxed.
your husband, only a few days in, stretched his arm beside you, picking up the ribbons you were looking at with his own hand. you peered over your shoulder, just as he looked down at you, your gazes meeting as a shy smile began to form on your face, a glint in his eye.
“i like the pink one.” you whispered up at him, and to his amusement, you began brushing you fingers against the very ribbon in his hand.
people were watching with bated breath. it was like watching a film, watching a scene that they couldn’t quite understand, what with the way jungkook openly held you, lips lifting in genuine humour.
“i’ll take the lot.” he grunted at the seller, who watched open eyed, nodding with a slight gasp at being pulled from his thoughts.
you giggled, hiding your mouth behind a gloved hand, before cheekily pushing him away, walking over to another stall, only for him to do the same thing with each vendor you went to.
it only took a month to fully grow accustomed to him. cooked dinners on the table, waiting for him as he’d come home all dusty and sweaty, worked to the very bone - you could feel heat deep in your stomach as you watched him take off his hat, hang it on the hook before walking over to you. before you could even greet him properly, he’d have you pinned against the wall with your skirts up to your hips.
you learned rather quickly that to be jungkook’s wife meant being fucked against every surface, at any given chance.
you knew your husband was obsessed with you, deep want swirling in every crevice of his mind as he practically snarled how sincerely he wanted you despite being in his arms already. working away from you, in town, all whilst making you bolt the doors so you wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone else.
exhaustion practically rolled off of him, but his sheer need for you trumped everything. it was his driving force for months, keeping that ring in his pocket until it was time to actually marry you, and now that you actually wore it on that pretty little finger, it seemed that the feeling had only intensified. he’d come home with it radiating off of him, almost shaking from how much you suffocated his thoughts - all you, only ever you.
the worst thing? you fed into it.
would purr at him the second he got his hands over you, sighing so pretty when he’d pick you up just to push you onto the dining table just to fuck you just the way he wanted.
his favourite was when you’d whimper his name back at him, all shy and breathy, fingers curling into his heavy shirt whilst the sound of skin slapping against skin hit every single surface. it was delicious, really, the way you’d beg for more and more and more like he was incapable of hitting that exact spot. it only spurred him on further.
today was no different.
you, scantily dressed. it was the mere definition of improper, with your cotton dress, just passed your knees but with an open neckline, sleeves slipping down your shoulders whilst your hair sat behind your back. you had cooked him something good, perfecting the recipe over the months you had shared with him until it was the meal he asked for over and over.
you could hear the sound of hooves outside, his horse slowing down making you bite your lip in anticipation. you had been needy for him all day, having choked on his cock until he had cum down your throat but that hadn’t been enough for you. you wanted more. you always wanted more.
turning, you walked over the door just as it opened up, the wooden frame rattling as his heavy boots shook the very ground he walked on.
jungkook appeared. chest wide, shoulders wider, dirt smeared on his boots and jeans as his sun-kissed skin was hidden from you by his cowboy hat. immediately, you walked up to him, taking a hold of it before putting it on your own head with a loud giggle, peering up at him through your eyelashes.
“hi.”
he gruffed at you, a man of few words still.
before you could say anything more, his too large hands grabbed you, picking you up with an ease that came from a life of manual labour.
you sighed all pretty, legs wrapping around his waist almost immediately as he breathed in your scent, heavy, lips attached to the pulse in your throat almost immediately.
“fucking missed you.” he hissed, almost angry, as though the thought of you had been plaguing him all day. “always smell so good.”
“it’s the perfume you bought me, kookie.” you hummed back, hat still on your head.
“need to buy you more.”
that earned him a smile as he lifted his head to look at you. for a few moments, his eyes traced over ever inch of your face - his chest tightened. his pretty, little wife. you were the sweetest thing he had ever gotten in his life and having you in his arms like this, barely dressed, breasts peaking out over the white cotton, already littered with purple bruises created as a manifestation of his feelings for you.
“missed you.” you admitted softly, noses brushing against one another. “you worked for so long today.”
the whine in your voice had his already hard cock push against the denim of his jeans.
“gotta work hard for you, sweets.” he murmured back in that gentle tone he reserved solely for you.
you frowned a little at his words, knowing he pushed his body a little too hard for your liking all in the name of being able to spoil you rotten, when all you wanted was him and him alone.
“you look tired.”
“m’fine, baby.”
“worked all day without eating again.” you muttered with a deeper frown, just as he dropped his head to kiss the corner of your mouth. “told you i don’t like it when you do that, kookie.”
“like coming home ‘n eating with you.” he responded, lips attacking your throat.
you bit back a soft whimper as you tilted your head to the side, eyes slowly closing at the familiar and yet euphoric feeling of jungkook savouring you. sweet kisses always became ravenous, especially when he’d find that sweet spot on your neck, your shaking hands clinging to his shoulders.
you squeaked as he bit down on your neck, hissing, grunting, large hands moving down to cup your ass cheeks.
“c-cooked for you..” you whimpered out then, opening your eyes despite wanting nothing more than to have him ruin you. “made..made you your favourite.”
“yeah?” he whispered. “my girl been cooking for me?”
“mhm. made it real nice this time.”
jungkook knew his curse in this life was to feel too much for you. the cuteness aggression practically overtook him every time he took a look at you - so sweet, so eager to please. he placed you on the ground after planting a final few brushes of his lips against your jaw before leaning down properly, head pressing against yours, and placing a kiss to your lips.
you utterly melted in his arms, his arms tightening around yours as you slacked against him, kissing him back with just as much passion.
your lips moved in unison, fingers clinging to the material bunched around his stomach as he leaned down in a way that couldn’t have been comfortable. his body engulfed yours, shielding your own frame from anything other than the feel of his love for you.
you moaned into his mouth just as his tongue swiped at your bottom lip, making you readily open up for him to swirl and devour you in every way you wanted. his hands trailed over you, kissing, taking, fixing - you were his sweet girl and you relished in it, all whilst taking his kisses. feeling you melt against him had his brain short circuiting.
you pulled away breathlessly.
he chased you with his lips, kissing you over and over until you were a giggling mess struggling for air, pushing him away with a gentle pat of his chest. he wasn’t a talker, not much of a smiler, but fuck; one look at you and he couldn’t help the small quirk of his mouth.
“come on, cowboy.” you teased him.
he followed you, watching you adjust your dress once more despite his wandering eye, his cock half hard from the sight of your hips swaying innocently. his little wife was a minx, a destroyer of his very sense and being and she had no idea - perhaps that was what attracted him so much to you. the sense of constant naiveness, a gentleness stretched to you that he loved to pollute, wanting nothing more than to hear you beg for it first.
you shoved him down into the chair at the table, almost cheekily, whilst plating his dish.
jungkook sat with spread legs, thighs large and toned, eyes dark. he tracked your movements until you placed the plate in front of him, and watched as you turned to sit opposite him.
no chance.
one swipe of your waist and you were squeaking, pulled onto his lap, your dress sliding up in an immodest way as it revealed your inner thighs, jungkook making you press your back to his chest. he loved having you on him when he ate, or when he did anything, really.
his favourite was having you on his horse with him. riding his horse around the county, you facing him, chest to chest as you clung to him like he was the only thing you needed in the entire world and it made him feel like more of a man than ever. you were his darling girl, his sweets - your mere existence had him pumping up his chest as he rode you into town, burning holes into anyone who dared even look at you.
you couldn’t help your giggles as jungkook made a show of positioning you properly on his lap, his body engulfing yours despite both of you being sat, causing you to snuggle back into him. you watched him begin to eat, your fingers curling into his shirt, observing with curiosity.
you weren’t the best cook. cleaning and maintaining the home was difficult too; but you tried - not like it mattered to jungkook whatsoever. he liked you lounging around, looking pretty and reading your books, playing with the new ribbons you were ready to sow onto your bonnets.
he was obsessed with you. hard not to be, in his eyes, as he deemed you the dream woman he had always wished for, still half unbelieving that you too had shared the same feelings for him. he wasn’t a man of love or romance by any means but for you, he wanted it all. wanted to show you it piece by piece if it meant it would make you shine brighter.
he manoeuvred you then, feeding you the last few bites so you could get a taste of the stew you had cooked so nicely, positioning you oh so perfectly onto his cock so that it nudged your clit just right.
the feel had a soft sort of gasp leaving your throat as you clung to the edge of the table, looking down to see his hands on either side of your waist, grinding you down onto his cock like it was normal. you threw your head back slightly, moaning into the air as he pulled you back and forth, a hiss leaving his own lips.
“tell me, sweets. you like wearing slutty dresses like this around the house?” he harshly whispered into your ear, nudging your clit meanly.
“mhm.” you nodded, not even denying it. “like what you do when i wear them.”
at that, he squeezed the skin on your stomach, leaning down to bite down on your shoulder.
“yeah?” suckling on the skin. “what do i do?”
“make me take it.” you whimpered back, leaning forward even further.
“yeah i fucking do.”
jungkook grabbed your throat, one hand rough on your delicate little neck before moving you on his lap and pressing his lips to yours. you kissed him back with a level of passion dedicated solely for moments like this where pleasure overtook your brain.
your tongues danced in unison, a false war you had no intention of winning, and yet it felt so good to tease him just the way he liked teasing you. facing him on his lap only amplified the feeling against your clit as you grinded down, earning you a hiss from his throat.
before you could even think, jungkook had parted from your lips and he was pushing you against the table, your back resting on the smooth, wooden surface whilst he hovered over you.
he pressed kisses against your chest, your stomach, your hands that clung to his body as though he was your very own lifeline. you whimpered as he yanked the dress off of you, practically ripping it in order to get to your breasts. his mouth latched onto your left boob, grunting as he bit down on your nipples sucking, panting, licking. you were left purple and bruised, covered in honeyed hickeys that sunk into your skin like love drunk promises.
by the time he was done with you, you were a whining mess, breasts too sensitive for the way he was ruining you.
“my girl.” he whispered down at you, pressing kisses to your lips once more in hurried pecks, only for your hands to lose themselves in his hair, pulling him right back.
“mm. want you inside already, kookie.” you slurred up at him, all whilst he swore he couldn’t breathe from the sight of you.
hair blown out, legs spread, pretty pussy on show. you were flushed red, purple littering your chest with bitten lips driving him insane. you were everything he had ever wanted, and he often wished he was a man of better words for he had little in his vocabulary that felt adequate regarding his feelings for you.
“can’t, sweets.” he murmured down at you, fingers rubbing at your clit openly. “gotta stretch you open.”
your moans were music to his ears.
“i can take it. wan’it now.”
“you can take it?” he asked, voice condescending.
“mhm. promise.”
jungkook felt a thrill deep in his stomach at your words.
you had been together for a few fickle months now, and every time you had sex, it was the same conversation. it thrilled him at the beginning, and it only fuelled him more - the illusion of bravery. you’d tell him you could take all of him, all at once, only to whine and whimper the second he started to fuck you, too sensitive to stop shaking.
it was his favourite game, hearing you beg and beg and beg, only to watch you beg and break once it actually began.
he found himself in that exact situation now, rubbing his cock up and down your folds, your tattered dress ruined in fragments around your body. you were staring up at him with such hazy eyes, clouded by pleasure, unburdened by reason.
“you sure, sweets?” he whispered down at you, jaw clenching.
you hummed, with a big nod, wiggling your hips. “gonna take it all.”
“yeah?”
jungkook lined himself up, slowly and surely inserting his cock inside of you.
two hands sat on either side of your head as your mouth fell open to form an o, large eyes growing wilder and shaking arms coming to desperately hide your own face. the stretch was unfathomable, both painful and yet so, so pleasurable - a deep itch that could only be situated by your husband’s cock.
immediately your eyes shut tight as he pushed another inch in, just to hear you suck in a deep breath of air, trying to mitigate the overwhelming emotions.
“c’mon. thought you could take it?” he cooed at you, voice dripped in a condescending tone.
it only had you clenching harder around him.
“c-can’t…too big.” you whimpered loudly, much to his glee, feeling your much smaller hands beat against his chest as he further pushed.
“yeah you can. can and you will.” he hissed down at the feel of how tight you were despite being fucked open nearly every night by him.
his words had you moaning out loud, your legs opening wider as he pushed your thighs apart.
before you could whine again, complaining about his size despite being the one to beg and ask for him to fuck you the way you knew you couldn’t handle, he pushed the rest of his cock into you with a single thrust.
your eyes rolled to the back of your head, all whilst your body fell limp into his arms. it turned him on so much to see you wither below him, fingernails scratching already scarred skin all whilst clenching around him so sweetly.
the feel of him so deep inside of you, so heavy against your frame as you whimpered, pounding against his chest only causing him to grab your hands. he held them tightly to his chest, forcing you to stay still, all whilst you gasped for air.
just as you were adjusting, jungkook pulled his hips back and began to thrust. in and out, deeper and deeper - the feel of him had drool beginning to form at the corner of your mouth as you fell into cockdrunk territory at the mere feel of his cock. your back rose from the table, hands still locked away in his own, your moans echoing off of the walls of the room.
it brought him such pleasure to know your voice carried, whimpers and cries so loud he was sure that despite his secluded home, the whole town could probably hear him making love to you. his sweet wife, withering and begging for something she couldn’t even handle.
his thrusts began to pick up, growing in speed as the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed in his ears. he released your hands momentarily, watching as you immediately wrapped them around his biceps, begging for him to get closer to you as though you weren’t one.
jungkook turned downwards, picking up your smaller frame from the table and sitting back down on the heavy set chair, pulling you onto him so that you were straddling him with his cock nestled inside.
the position had your brain short circuiting, hitting deep inside of you. you could feel him planting sweet kisses to your cervix, your head pressed against his just as he planted his feet firmly on the ground before fucking up into you meanly. harsh, rough, fast - he didn’t bother to take it slow, knowing well enough that after weeks of fucking each and every day, it was the last thing you craved.
“so tight.” he growled down at you, slapping your ass loudly, all whilst you whimpered into him.
“so mean.” you whined at him, feeling him pound into you like a man scorned.
“gotta be mean to you, baby.” he cooed then. “pussy like this needs to be fucked open.”
your eyes rolled to the back of your head, all before he grabbed your throat, pushing on either side. the lack of oxygen was intoxicating, even more so once he pressed his lips against yours, chasing you despite your bodies already being pressed so intimately together.
“love you. love you so fucking much.” he parted from your lips, watching the way your eyes maintained eye contact, so far gone. “love you, kookie.”
fuck. he loved nothing more than hearing that. your declaration of love, the woman he idolised, worshiped. the very woman he had eyed for months and months, cleaned up his act, sorted himself out just to marry. you loving him was the greatest gift he had.
“again.” he hissed. “say it again.”
“i l-love you.” you moaned, just as he thrusted harder.
you were meeting his thrusts, grinding hard down, riding your cowboy husband closer and closer to your highs.
he goaded you into repeating yourself over and over and over as he shuddered from your promises of love, an understanding shared between you that you were his, entirely. forever.
“my wife. i’m gonna give you the world, sweets. gonna give you everything you’ve ever wanted, you hear me?” he hissed in your ear, hand no longer on your throat. “gonna give you children, get you nice and round for me, hm? you want that?”
you nodded desperately, chest rising and falling in pants as you rode him quicker, the burn and pain completely overshadowed by the aching pleasure each thrust left behind.
“fuck. such a good girl for me, taking my cum inside your pretty pussy every day.”
his coos were taunting you, and you could feel it deep inside your stomach. you were falling victim to it, letting it roll off of you in waves as his tone only heightened the already growing pressure in your stomach.
you knew you wouldn’t last, knew that it was only a matter of time you’d be cumming all over him, only causing you to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in even closer, just as he continued to pound.
“wan’it, kookie.” you whispered against his lips, a heightened sensation in your stomach. “get me pregnant.”
the crazed look in his eyes was enough to finally push you off the edge, just at the same time as him, as the both of you let out final moans from a heavy orgasm that overtook the two of you. your eyes shut tight as you squeaked, clenching so hard around his cock he nearly choked, feeling you milk him for every last drop. your legs began to shake around him, caged around him whilst he sat in the chair, still fully clothed whilst you were naked on his lap - the denim of his jeans irritating in your skin almost deliciously.
by the time you were calming down from your high, jungkook had you up in his arms, walking towards the bathroom. his cock still sat inside of you, your shaking figure whimpering in his arms as he bent down to start the bath for you both, all whilst you clung to him like a koala.
your words were spinning through his head at a million miles per hour.
get me pregnant. get me pregnant. get me pregnant.
it’s all he could see.
minutes later, when you were both in the bath, your head rested against his chest, snuggling into him in warm water whilst he clung to you as though you were a precious jewel. in many ways you were.
“you mean it? you ready, sweets?” he softly asked down at you, breaking the silence, all whilst you traced patterns against his skin.
you bit back the soft smile that wanted to form on your lips, knowing exactly what he was referencing. your husband was nothing if not a man who wanted to provide for you, especially when it came to the things you really wanted - you had discussed starting a family before, but this felt like the first time in which you were actually ready.
“wanna have a family with you.” you admitted softly, blinking up at him gently. “do you?”
he brushed a hand against your stomach, cupping the area far too sweetly for a man who knew nothing other than grit and violence.
“i want everything with you.” he confessed honestly.
this time, you couldn’t help the shy smile that appeared.
outside, the wind continued to howl against the walls of your shared home in the very same way the night you had stumbled into his arms, afraid and fearful for your life. you had fallen onto his land, unaware of the fact you had just entered the lair of perhaps the scariest man in town, an act that typically would’ve resulted in a fate far worse than death.
the desert remained unforgiving, the people in town no kinder but everything else has completely changed. no more were you the same girl that sat, locked away in your home dreaming of the very life you were living now. no longer were you the girl, often ridiculed by the people in your shared community for merely existing. no longer were you the girl sat by your window, watching jungkook from afar, wondering his name, wondering what he was like and more importantly; wondering whether he had ever noticed you.
oh, how little you knew then.
how naive you must’ve been to think there was ever a reality in which jeon jungkook could have done anything other than love you in the darkest of ways, possessiveness clouding every one of his actions.
his arms only tightened around you now, broad palm resting against your stomach as though to will an extension of your shared future, chin settling atop of your head all whilst you snuggled deeply into him.
he had promised you protection the same night you had ran into his arms unknowingly, begging for safety, for anything that would take the horrible sense of fear away. he remembered the way you had shook in his arms, half breathless and the other half terrified beneath the pale moonlight - it angered him. he had given it to you, in more ways than one, in forms that you never thought could be for you.
now, months later, you had realised his true devotion.
he had been protecting you from a life that had only ever brought you pain, replacing it with one he vowed to make joyous in every single manner he knew; even if that meant changing the very world to adapt to it.
he knew the whole city could come and knock on his door, but he was ready to answer it the same way he had done that night - with one hand on his gun, and the other holding your shaking body to his almost harshly. he dared anyone to take his girl away, his wife, his sweet, sweet girl.
he’d make them fucking pay.
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