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zeciex · 5 years ago

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Cruising Euphoria

― summary:

Jungkook and Jimin have been backpacking across the world when they decide to try travelling by sails and that's where Kayla and Namjoon come in. Suddenly out of nowhere Kayla finds herself having a new crew, one of them being incredibly attractive and downright alluring, but she has her rules of no fraternizing with her crew so what will happen when one Jeon Jungkook decide to test the waters?

Female!OC/jungkook | Traveling Au | fluff, smut | 12.7K content warnings: smut, alcohol, tipsy sex, oral (female receiving), humour, teasing, captain sleeping with the crew, gay mention.

The sky was clear and the sun burning hot. Sweat coated her skin, hair sticking to the back of her neck and forehead, while her t-shirt glued itself to her body uncomfortably. This is what you get for visiting New Zealand this time of year.

Kayla grunted as she lifted two bags filled to the brim with supplies from the dock onboard her ship. She put them down beside other bags with supplies before turning on her heels and walking to the quay again. This had become a routine. Namjoon would be tinkering with a manual and checking machinery and electricity while she was left to carry the heavy load. It was his ‘divide and conquer’ plan but really it was just because he didn’t want to do the dirty work. She knew him and saw right through those dimples.

“Excuse me?” An accented voice spoke, followed by a language Kayla didn’t recognize at the moment, her focus on the crates of food to be lifted aboard. It wasn’t until she had hitched up a crate with vegetables in her arms before she was made aware that it was her the voice had spoken to when a finger poked at her shoulder.

Kayla turned around surprised, brows lifting up to her hairline and only seeming to continue to lift up into the clouds as her eyes met with his. He was… attractive, to say the least, other words might follow but she shook them away. “Yes?”

The man behind the one who had poked her said something again and this time she caught onto the language, Korean, but she didn’t have time to catch onto his words before the other spoke again.

“We were wondering if you knew of a boat that could take us sailing around some of the isles?” The way he asked made it sound like he had practised the words over and over, and just maybe she wasn’t the first he had asked. For a moment she was at a loss, mind raking over all the information she had from other sailors. “We’ll be happy to pay.”

“Uh,” Kayla uttered, hitching the crate up again, the tip of her fingers beginning to go numb from the edge of it cutting into them. “There are lots of charter boats further down the marina as well as lots of tourists offices that’ll be happy to help.”

The smaller man said something in Korean again and this time she caught a few words; ‘told you’.

“Actually,” the taller one began, shifting on his feet as his eyes went from his friend to her face and then to the crate she was holding. Was that a flash of worry? “we’re not interested in the charter trips like that. We want to see things and swim where other tourists don't, to experience something real, you know?”

“I..” Kayla began dumdorfed, opening and closing her mouth in hopes of forming some sort of words. She knew what he meant. Seeing the world without being forced to look through the lenses of tourist attractions and capitalism was different from seeing the world how you decide to. They were backpackers, travelling where the wind took them, much like Kayla and Namjoon. Vagabonds on each side of the same coin.

“We don’t do charter,” she finally said and watched as his face fell.

“But we’ll be happy to pay.”

“Maybe we should take them,” Namjoons voice cut in, his head peeking up from below deck through the hatch. Kayla looked at him in confusion. “They’re vagabonds like us and I wouldn’t mind having other company than yours, no offence.”

“None taken,” Kayla repeated out of habit. She sifted from leg to leg, hitching the crate again while weighing the options. They could take them and there’d be a 33,3 chance they’d either be entitled pricks that’d not take part in the work onboard and want to lounge around all day, or maniac serial killers who hitch rides on boats only to kill the owners, or they’d be great company and she’d love to spend time watching them out of the corners of her eyes and marvel at their attractiveness like a true pervert. It was 2 to 1 in the negatives.

“We won't be coming back again,” she said. “We can drop you off in one of the harbours on our way through the pacific.”

The taller one turned and translated what she had said to his friend who smiled brightly and smacked playfully his arm. Kayla walked onboard, sending Namjoon a warning look that said if they murder me I will return as a fish and jump up and smack you right in your stupid face. The crate was placed on deck with a thud, fingers stiff and creaking as she moved them to circulate blood.

“Okay,” she began turning to the quay*” A few rules.”

“Of course,” the tall one nodded with interest, a smile creasing his eyes and showing his resemblance to a bunny. He was beyond cute and Kayla already felt that she had made a mistake. He was too attractive.

“I’m the Captain and what I say goes.”

“Oh shit,” Namjoon chuckled. “You’re really going to give them the ‘I’m the Captain speech’?”

“ I am the Captain !” Kayla said indignantly with an exasperated expression. “What else am I supposed to do?”

“Are you going to make them read your rule book?”

“...No,” Kayla answered crossing her arms over her chest. Namjoon laughed, his eyes crescent and smile so wide his dimples seemed set into his cheeks to never be removed again. She cursed at him in Korean, her tongue-twisting a little but not as much as in the beginning when she learned curses from Namjoon.

Both men on the quay looked in surprise and the tallest said something to her she caught onto was along the lines of ‘you speak Korean?’

“Uh, no, unfortunately, I don’t but he does,” she pointed at Namjoon who nodded towards his two countrymen and introduced himself. “I’m afraid I only catch onto some of it and mostly only absorb curses from other languages.”

“Maybe we can teach you a little more,” the taller one said. Kayla wasn’t sure she should take it as being friendly or flirty and therefore wrote it off as the first.

“The rules,” Namjoon reminded her.

“Oh, yes.” Kayla walked onto the quay and lifted the last crate with a grunt. “You’ll contribute to the overall expenses of the ship, that’ll be food, water, electricity and gas. Does he understand me?” A thud followed when the crate was placed on top of the other. Wiping sweat off her brow she motioned them to come aboard the ship.

“Yes, I understand,” the smaller one answered with a heavier accent than the first. “I am not so good speaking but understand well.”

Kayla smiled at him encourage. “If you teach me more Korean I’ll help you with English if you want.”

“Just a fair warning,” Namjoon cut in looking at the smaller man, and then he spoke in his native tongue. What he said was along the lines with ‘She’s a lousy student’ and Kayla couldn’t help but smack him up the head.

“I’m a perfectly good student you’re just going too fast.” Namjoon climbed out of the hatch and onto deck, stretching his long body and tousling his hair. He sweated as much as she did, if not more.

“This isn’t a charter boat and neither Namjoon or I will be catering you. Lounging around and doing nothing all day is not what we do and if that’s what you want I’d advise you to find another boat, preferably a real charter boat. You’ll be expected to take part in all of the work onboard, whether it’d be on deck handling sails or at the helm* or below deck cleaning or cooking. If you agree to this then I see no problem with having you onboard.”

The two conversated shortly, neither seemingly unpleased with the rules or the way it was presented. It gave her ease. If they weren’t deterred from sailing with them by her display of what’s expected of them onboard then there was an actual chance that this would go better than expected. It wasn’t the first time they’ve had someone ask to sail with them and from experience, 50% of the time, the ones wanting to sail like this had no idea or understanding of what it’d take or they were simply looking for a charter and not the actual experience.

“We don’t mind helping or taking part in the expense. That’s part of the experience, isn’t it? Working. It’s not all fun and games.”

“You’ll pay when you sign off in another harbour, deal?” She held out her hand.

“Deal.” The tall agreed with the other nodding along.

“Then I’m happy to welcome you onboard Euphoria , I am Captain Kayla and this is my first mate Namjoon.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” The tall one introduced followed by the smaller.

“Park Jimin.”

Kayla led the two additions to the crew down into the sauna they called home. The ship was old and had been given from father to daughter the day she had gotten her exam that allowed her to become third officer, a navigator in the third degree. Before that they had spent a few years working on it, getting it in proper shape for bluewater cruising and the moment Kayla was done with her education she had taken it to water with Namjoon. Since then they’ve been sailing the world.

The inside was of fine varnished wood. The galley had gotten a total overhaul and had gotten a few new additions, as well as more fridge and freezer space. Further down was the dining and lounging area, with cushioned benches on each side of the hull, with two berths at the back of each bench, where one was currently half used as a temporary shelf.

They moved aft of the stairs leading down and into the Captain's quarters. It was bigger than the other cabins, with a massive berth, space for a desk half nailed to the walls, while on each side were wood cabinets and the like. Light shone through the aft windows and into the room, serving as the only light source at the moment.

“Since you’re our guests you should be sleeping in here. I’ve just changed the sheets on the bed and I’ll remove some of my stuff to make more space for you.”

Jungkook looked puzzled at Kayla. “But isn’t this your bedroom?”

“Well, yes, but you’re our guests and this is the only other room with a double bed other than Namjoons and he won’t give up that bed for anyone, he’s too long for that, and since you’re the guests and a couple I wouldn’t want to split you up.”

Something passed over both of their faces. Jimin looked dumbfounded and slightly accusatory towards Jungkook, muttering something in Korean, while Jungkook looked like he was about to burst out laughing but also slightly baffled.

“You…Do you think we’re a couple?” Jungkook asked.

Suddenly the heat inside the ship felt like nothing against the heat that formed beneath her skin. Now she was in as much an exasperated state as Jimin seemed to be, except she was drowning in embarrassment. “Y-yes?”

Now Jungkook burst out laughing, the corners of his eyes wrinkling while his nose scrunched up. His laugh filled the cabin, made a home of every corner, and settled in her embarrassment. Right now she could sink into the floor and disappear in the sea beneath but if she did, she was afraid that Poseidon himself would cast her right back into this very space again.

“No, we’re not a couple,” Jimin explained through Jungkook's laughter. “And personally I’d prefer not to have to sleep beside Jungkook again as long as we’re in this hot weather. He’s a furnace and a koala, together they don’t mix well in the heat.”

“I’m so sorry!” Kayla cried out, the colour of her cheeks redder than the blood pumping through her veins. “I-I-I just thought…” What did she think? They had made no indication they were a couple, they weren’t holding hands or being affectionate as couples were when they were in love. Actually, now that she thought about it, they had been more brotherly, even in their touches and the way they spoke to each other. So why had she assumed they were together?

She wanted to smack herself.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” Jungkook said after having laughed it out. He ran his hand through his hair, tousling it out of his face, only for it to fall right back again. “It’s not the first time people have assumed that and properly won’t be the last time.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” Kayla admitted. “Actually, I wasn’t thinking. I hope I didn’t offend you.”

“Of course not,” Both of them said, trying to calm the guilt and embarrassment on the woman's face. “It wasn’t really anything to be offended over.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jimin agreed. Kayla shifted, trying to shake her mistake. This was going to haunt her forever and Namjoon would certainly never let her forget it once he knows it happened. “Do have somewhere we can sleep without sharing a bed?”

“Yes, uh, follow me.” She led them through the ship, down through the lounging area towards the four doors at the end. Three lead to cabins, with Namjoons door firmly closed and a wooden plank marking his room with his name and the other two unmarked. Opposite Namjoons cabin were the heads, also known as the bathroom. It was marked with a wooden plank with the inscription ‘heads’ and a whale at the end. Ugly thing, really, but her dad had given it to her.

“This is the bathroom. Don’t take too long showers, we might have water makers but if you spend more than 15 minutes in the shower I might just haul you out of there and throw you overboard. I don’t like people wasting my water, especially when we’re far from shore.”

“Minimum showering, got it,” Jungkook quipped.

“Is there enough water for all of us?” Jimin asked.

“Yes, but I like being on the safe side if anything were to happen,” Kayla answered. “When we’re offshore for an extended period of time we usually shower on deck with seawater and only use the shower to flush the salt off before bed.”

“You shower naked on deck?”

Now it was Kayla’s turn to chuckle, a grin forming on her face. “I wouldn’t mind you showering naked on deck, it is up to you, but we usually wear swim bottoms at the very least. But if you want to go full frontal and natural it’s really no problem.”

Jimin flushed a little.

“Maybe we will.” Jungkook’s eyes gleamed and suddenly Kayla felt hot again. Yes, this was most certainly a mistake.

“Speak for yourself,” Jimin grumbled and pushed Jungkook with his shoulder. The door opened into one of the unused rooms, revealing bunk beds filled with stuff. ‘Unused’ was a relative term, unlived in was more true to the fact. The two rooms that no one was currently living in were used as storage space. There were bundles of sails on the berths, boxes of necessities and replacements. It was basically used as a storage closet where stuff was thrown into instead of put in its rightful place. Namjoon hated her for it.

“I’ll just move some of the stuff and tug away the boxes and replacements and then you should be able to live here comfortably. There’s linen in the cabinet there,” she pointed while trying to scoop up some of the stuff on the floor when she came to the conclusion that it was a bigger project. “Uh, you can drop your stuff off here and I’ll clean it later when I’ve put the food away.”

The two backpackers sighed in relief when their shoulders were finally free of the heavy load. Their t-shirts stuck to their backs and Kayla would be lying if her eyes weren’t about to pop out of her head at the sight of the muscles hiding beneath the soaked cloth.

Jungkook rolled his shoulders and neck, again running a hand through his hair. He smiled at her, something soft and mellow. She smiled back. “I hope this isn’t the worst you’ve seen.”

“Not at all.”

“Hey! Kayla!” Namjoon called from the other end of the ship, his head poking down in the opening hatch, with his hair standing straight from his head. He looked like a lunatic. “I’ve made a list of groceries and will be going to get them in a minute or two.”

Kayla began the walk through the ship and towards Namjoon. “Get us more vegetables, rice and also fluids.”

“What kind of fluids, the fun kind or the boring kind?”

“Both,” she answered and turned to Jimin and Jungkook. “One of you should properly join us for grocery shopping since we don’t know what you like or dislike.”

“Actually, you won't be coming,” Namjoon said to Kayla who spun around on her heels to point at him with an accusatory finger and sour expression. The new crew members would soon come to know that Kayla never really got mad or angry, just the kind that is as much for banter and entertainment as it is ‘mad’.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you won't be coming. We’ve already got groceries on the ship that needs to be put away before it melts or spoils in the sun.”

“And you expect me to do that?! You are a sly motherfucker, always ducking out when the heavy lifting and dirty work needs to be done.”

“Technically I’ll do the heavy lifting by bringing back groceries and dirty work I’ve already done by checking the engine and fixing the leaky faucet.” Namjoon rose from his twisted over position when the three of them joined him on deck.

“Yea yea, you and I both know that faucet wasn’t leaky,” she grumbled with narrow eyes at him. Namjoon just smiled and shrugged in a ‘fixed it anyway’ kind of manner.

“So which of you will be joining me on grocery shopping and which will help the tiny Captain stow away what we already have?” Out of habit, Kayla smacked a hand to Namjoons chest. Tiny Captain her ass, she was tall enough to smack him across the face if she wanted. She was at least as tall as Jimin.

“I’ll stay here and help the Tiny Captain,” Jungkook volunteered with an expression somewhere between smug and friendly. Kayla had a feeling he could switch either way at any given moment. This man was dangerous… or was he cute?

“Not you too!” She exclaimed with fringed betrayal.

“Then Jimin and I will see you later,” Namjoon said and waved farewell, followed by Jimin who shot Jungkook a meaningful glare and muttered something in Korean that Kayla didn’t understand.

The two looked at each other for a moment. What exactly was she supposed to do with him? She knew what she wanted to do with him but that was different and entirely out of the question.

“What do you need me to do?”

“Huh?” Jungkook shook his hand in front of her face, making her eyes blink and come into focus. Now the expression was further inside category of dangerous than friendly. Spinning around and grabbing two bags of groceries, she began her strut towards the ladder leading below deck. The bags were placed to the side before she turned and instructed Jungkook to lower the rest of the supplies down to her.

After that, she spend some time putting it all away, with Jungkook narrowly helping her since he didn’t know where the things should be put. Instead, they came to the teamwork of him handing her stuff that seemed to go to the same place and her putting it away.

“Have you been sailing before?” she asked as she crawled on what he considered the floor but she insisted was called the deck just as the level above them were also the deck.

“Only ferry rides and kayaks and such. We’ve also done a few half-day charters, but there were too many people. I mean we were to visit this bay because it was supposed to be beautiful and there was a lot of fish but there were so many tourists, you know?”

“And you just wanted to experience something else that most people doesn't.”

“Yes.”

“You know, sailing you get to experience what only a few people do. It’s always the same but at the same time, it’s new. You can pick up and leave whenever you want and sail where you want. Sometimes it's rough, especially when there's no wind and you just have to wait day in and day out, but it's part of the experience and it’s what makes sailing unique.” The way he looked at her with admiration and warmth made her heart beat a little faster and a blush colour her cheeks. She just hoped the blush was attributed to her crawling on the deck, lowering food down into the small compartments hidden there.

“We have to experience the world before it's too late.”

“Exactly!” Kayla agreed, flashing him a smile. Jungkook sank down onto ‘the floor’ in front of her, while she opened another compartment. Then she sank onto her stomach, legs stretching out behind her and at times flying up to catch her balance, while she muscled the frozen supplies down into the freezer, trying to stack it properly. It was like Tetris.

“So you sail around the world does that mean you’ve got a guy in every harbour?” Jungkook teased. A red face popped up to look at him, the veins in her head and throat popping at the pressure and strain she put on herself hanging half over the edge of the cold freezer to tug a bag of beans away.

“Are you asking if I’m promiscuous?”

“You’re pretty and the Captain of your own ship, you could get any man you’d want.” Jungkook quirked a teasing brow at her, head falling to the side like a puppy asserting its new playtoy. God, he was cute and frightfully sexy. “Or is it women you’re into?”

“You’re bold, Jeon Jung-kook,” Kayla huffed out, lifting herself up to her knees. “Asking your Captain such things.”

“Aye, Captain, bold I may be but only when I seek answers, arge!” He curled a finger into the shape of a hook and pointed it at her. Kayla chuckled, rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“I can be promiscuous at times but I’d rather find someone I genuinely have a connection with rather than a one night stand,” she answered him in honest, pushing frozen kale down next to the beans. One night stands are easy, especially in the more touristy areas, but it wasn’t usually her thing. “Now that you’re a sailor I’m sure you’ll have a sweetheart in each harbour. The girls will be fawning over you. If you do pick a girl up please don’t bring her onboard.”

“Why? Would you be jealous?” He poked fun at her resolve even though he didn’t know of it. Why would she be jealous they just met? “I won’t be picking up any girls and just to we are clear, no guys either,” Jungkook grinned at her, his addition making her ears turn red.

“You have a girl at home?”

“No.”

“Oh all the hearts you’ll be breaking then,” Kayla teased.

“Hopefully not all of them,” Jungkook muttered under his breath. Kayla put the lid back on the compartment and waved a hand at the direction of her face, while she leaned back against the galley counter.

“If harbour control or the authorities come knocking you’ll have to tell them that you’re part of the crew and not on charter, that you contribute to the ship, otherwise I might just get fined or thrown in jail. The charter business doesn’t like when we take on people for a charter,” Kayla spoke, peeling off her t-shirt and throwing it to the couch, still trying to wave some cool air at her sweaty skin. It didn’t come to mind that she just stripped down to her bikini top in front of practically a stranger and mostly she didn’t care, she’s been sailing long enough to know that people are gonna see your privates at one point or another and modesty will get you dehydrated.

She didn’t notice the way Jungkook licked his lips or the way his eyes trailed over her form. Her head rolled towards him, startling him a little. “Tell Jimin too.”

“Does that mean you’re a pirate?”

“What?” She snorted.

“You’re going against the authorities and basically harbouring stowaways. You’re breaking the law, that makes you a pirate.”

“You’re not stowaways and you are contributing to the ship in a way that makes you a crew member and not a charter, I’m just making sure you know what to tell them.”

“Pirate,” Jungkook insisted teasingly.

“No,” Kayla began as a matter of factly, “A pirate is a person who boards a ship unlawfully or steals things. I have neither boarded this ship unlawfully or stolen anything!”

“Yet,” Jungkook commented ominously. She narrowed her eyes at him the same way she does towards Namjoon, shaking her head in disapproval.

“We’re back! Get to work Kayla, you have things to stowaway- why are you not wearing a shirt? ”

The low hum of the motor sounded mixing with the sound of the ocean gushing and the seagulls calling from above. High on the sky was the sun and the wind had risen to be perfect for sailing. Namjoon cast the mooring lines of the bow, quickly skipping aft of the ship and casting the last mooring line before jumping onboard. Jimin was working the fenders, pulling them up from over the railing, while Jungkook stood with Kayla at the helm absorbing the way she manoeuvred the ship out of the harbour.

“Say goodbye fellas we won’t be returning!” The ship cut through the water, the hull slowly beginning to bob around as it did when out of the sea.

“So where are we heading next?”

“The plan is the Solomon islands, maybe Papua Ny Guinea then back around to marshall islands where we’ll stock up some more before going to Hawaii where we’re supposed to pick up Namjoons boyfriend and our two other friends, we’ll properly sail around Hawaii for a little while then towards Costa Rica and Panama and from there I don't know. Hoseok will properly fly around unless we can convince him sailing is safe and that it only takes a few days to get over the seasickness.”

“Hoseok don’t do roller coaster rides and long trips at sea when he can��t be sure of how big the waves are,” Namjoon added, lifting the last of the fenders towards their proper place.

“Seasickness can’t be that bad?” Jimin said coming up to the helm.

“Jinx!” Namjoon and Kayla both said at the same time, both shaking their heads in disapproval. “You’re gonna regret those words.”

“Seasickness basically feels like your body is dying on you, it turns your body into your own worst enemy,” she warned from experience remembering the time where she hung over the railing throwing up and heaving.

Namjoon send Jimin a pitying face and placed a hand on his shoulder, both to comfort him and to edge his words out further. “Just remember that it usually takes a couple of days, maybe four if you're unlucky, then it’ll be over.”

“Why are you saying it like that, as if I’m going to get it.”

“You’re lucky if you don't get it. See it as a rite of passage every sailor has to go through.”

“I’m not a sailor, I’m a dancer,” Jimin pouted. It was tough not to laugh.

“Then dance the main and jib up, I’m turning off the motor,” Kayla said, nodding towards the masts while turning off the key and flicking a switch. Namjoon grabbed Jimin by the shoulder and lead him towards the mainsail, loosening the sail cover and pointing out which line was what.

From where Kayla and Jungkook stood they could still see and hear them, and from glancing up on Jungkooks face she knew he was listening keenly to what Namjoon taught Jimin.

“Do you cook?”

Jungkook blinked a few times, trying to register her words and she let him. “Yea, I can cook. I might not be the greatest cook alive but I can prep a hell of instant noodles.”

Kayla smiled, half rolling her eyes. “I’m afraid we got no instant noodles but we do have a lot of pasta, rice and fresh vegetables.”

“Without the noodles what is the point?” Jungkook chuckled, eyes gleaming. “No, but I’m sure I can figure something out.”

“Then you’re one step further than Namjoon. I advise you, whatever you do don’t let Namjoon into the galley,” Kayla warned and Jungkook leaned in intrigued. The wind whirled around the mast and the stuttering sound of the sails coming up filled the air.

“How-,” Namjoon began but then drew in a breath of air to finish, one hand swinging violently around the winches to hoist the sail. “How was I supposed to know that boiling pasta could cause a fire!”

“I wasn’t even talking about the fire!” Kayla called again, remembering the culinary adventure Namjoon took by managing to set fire to a pot of pasta so much so that the pot was ruined. “I was talking about giving the whole crew food poisoning!”

A soft ‘oh’ came from Namjoon, his cheeks reddening upon remembrance. “I didn’t know shrimp could spoil like that.” Now Jimin and Jungkook were laughing and Namjoon looked entirely miserable the way you do when you know someone is right but you’re too embarrassed to admit it.

“Don’t worry, I have a bit more skill than that,” Jungkook commented only to receive a ‘not by much, golden boy.’ from Jimin who’s words almost got whisked away by the wind.

With the sails set and wind in them, Euphoria danced swiftly over the blue waves with little resistance and even less effort. On a day like this where everything was just right, it was a pleasure to sail. On lesser days, when the rain won’t stop and the wind against the ships bow it was decidedly less so. And even then, on tough days with rain and wind and waves, you’d live on adrenaline and sole instinct, those were the times you’d remember, whether it’d be in disdain or reminiscence.

“Do you want to try?” Kayla asked Jungkook and stepped away from the helm, only holding it by one hand. His eyes went wide and panic tugged at them.

“I-I don’t know how-,”

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you, it's not that hard,” she encouraged him with a warm voice and a friendly smile. Hesitantly Jungkook grabbed the helm, moving to the spot she had just left. Jimin came up beside him, eyes almost as wide as his much taller friends.

Slowly, Kayla went over the basics. How to use the compass, what angle the rudder should be at, what to look for on the radar and AIS, then finally what to look for to keep feeding the sails proper wind. In the beginning, Jungkook was nervous, it was easy to spot, the way he sank his teeth into his bottom lip and how he kept running a hand through his hair, then remembering that it should be on the helm and quickly placing it back again, only to repeat the cycle not long after.

But as time passed ease and confidence worked its way into his shoulders, making his back a bit straighter and the frown on his brows smoothe. Jimin took a turn after him, while Jungkook went to unpack.

Kayla went below deck to change into a long sleeve shirt, confident in Jimin’s ability to not manage to hit any rocks or another boat while she was gone. If anything strange was to happen all he had to do was call.

Below deck, the movement of the ship could be felt tenfold, and while it wasn’t throwing them around from one side to another, it was noticeable and easy to stumble over.

“Jungkook seems infatuated by you,” Namjoon commented from the doorframe, his arms crossed over one another while he leaned against it. “What is it you always say? ‘No fraternising on the ship’.”

“No, you always say that I say that! The only time I ever said something like that was watching the trainwreck of a show called Below Deck Mediterranean. You know very well hooking up with clients on a cruise is morally not good.”

“‘Morally not good’ that is how you decide to word it?”

“Yes, I’m the Captain I can word it how I want, just like I can decide what time it is and I can marry two people, it is in my power Namjoon,” she grumbled at him dramatically while re-tying her hair.

“They never should have given you such power to wield, it is corrupting you!” Namjoon added just as dramatically and chuckled, his dimples showing. “But in all honesty, I think Jungkook’s got a crush on you.”

“Of course he doesn’t,” Kayla waved at him. “It’s been like… half a day since we got to know them.”

“You got a crush immediately after watching that A.C.E MV, or the time you fell in love with the antichrist of American Horror Story, or when you saw the winter soldier for the first time and said ‘yes, that is now my husband son’ or-,”

“Shut up!” She hushed his waving the other hand as well.

“The time you were crushing so hard on the main cast of Pirates of the Caribbean-,”

“Shut up, please-,”

“Or when you crushed on Yoongi the moment you met him,” Namjoon added.

“Oh my god, stop, please, I beg of you, don’t remind me of my weaknesses,” Kayla pleaded while coming up on him, trying to smack a palm over Namjoons too-fucking-loose lips to keep her misdemeanours from spilling out even further. This was a betrayal of the worst nature.

“Or yesterday when that hot guy helped you with the groceries.”

“You’re the worst you know that? I can have you walking the plank for this,” she threatened while shaking Namjoons body back and forth with her fists balled in his shirt. Namjoon laughed her threat away.

“My point is that that sweet and not to mention hot guy, Jungkook, has a crush on you and I think you have one on him as well.”

Kayla let go of him, exasperated expression on her face. Right at this moment she wanted to push Namjoon over the railing and wave him farewell as they sailed away, Jungkook and Jimin happily unaware of the betrayal Namjoon committed in her very own cabin and with the possibility of two certain others to overhear. “I’m the Captain, Namjoon. I can’t take advantage of the crew of the ship.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind being taken advantage of -OW.” Smack! Her hand landed right in the middle of his chest with a riveting force that stung her palm. Namjoon rubbed the spot with his hand while he held the other up in surrender. The next words leaving Namjoon's lips were in his native tongue and though the language had changed, the mischievous gleam in his eyes had not.

“You’re the worst and I hate you,” Kayla childishly shot at him while pushing past the towering man to run up the ladder and away from the conversation. Still, she managed to hear Namjoon called ‘I love you too, Captain,’ after her.

This was going to be a looong trip if Jungkook continued to swerve from cute to downright climbable in the very dangerous do-not-go zone, and Namjoon’s possible play at taking up the role of Cupid.

We dropped the anchor in an alcove of one of the islands New Caledonia, where the waters were made of sapphire and emeralds. The beach was of fine white sand upon a green and lush background. It was the perfect place for anchorage.

Jimin had spend a good day feeling the jinx he had put on himself, waddling around with a pink bucket and changing positions from sitting on a fatboy near the bow, lying in the hammock Namjoon managed to put up for him, or lying behind the helm where he could keep company of whoever steered the ship. Jungkook, on the other hand, had taken the waves and temper of the sea quite well with only a minor hiccup where he hung over the railing. Once he had emptied his stomach that one time he seemed to be fine.

Now the boat was safely anchored, lulling back and forth with the small waves. Kayla was below deck changing into one of her bikini suits, while her hair was thrown in a messy bun and sunglasses hung on her nose. Stamping of feet sounded from above and from what she could make out of it the boys were preparing the paddleboards for a go.

When she joined them on deck she was met with Namjoon wearing his usual attire, with a braided straw hat he insisted was perfect for the weather and not at all deteriorating from overuse. His long lanky body was already nice and sun-touched from weeks at sea. Jimin was a little different, with smaller legs but still proportionate. His skin was shades lighter than Namjoons and would burn easier if he weren't careful. Her eyes floated over the two and wondered where Jungkook was but didn’t mention it.

“You going paddleboarding?” She asked Namjoon with a brow that raised just above the thick-rimmed sunglasses.

“Since you’re an awful teacher I’ve decided to let Jimin and Jungkook teach me,” Namjoon answered briskly, spinning the paddle in his hand and losing his grip as it smacked against his head.

“Mmm, good luck with that,” Kayla hummed while Jimin chuckled.

“Don’t kill yourself before you even get on the board.” Jimin scooped up the paddle from Namjoon, who rubbed the side of his face with a slight pout. The boards were already floating in the water and drifting with each passing moment further from the ship and closer to the shore. “What about you?”

“I don’t feel like getting wet right now so I’ll just sunbathe and watch the three of you barely avoid drowning,” Kayla answered and stepped passed them, the soles of her feet burning on the teak deck as she stepped out of the shadows.

“I’ll have you know I’m a perfectly good swimmer,” Jimin countered pointing at her with the paddle, then throwing it out towards the boards.

“And I were on the swimming team and won the championship,” Jungkook added, jumping up the last steps of the ladder and straight onto deck. He flashed her a proud smile, holding onto each end of the towel hanging around his neck.

“Which championship?” Now Jimin burst out laughing while the other two looked between him and Jungkook with raised brows and a sneaking suspicion. Jungkook deflated, shifting his weight from leg to leg.

“Yes, which championship?” Jimin asked kicking out towards his younger in play.

“Not the national one,” Jungkook mumbled defeated and looked at Jimin like he betrayed their friendship when in reality it was Kayla who wanted the elaboration.

“What is that? What did you say?” Jimin prodded Jungkook who went from deflated ego to offence, by lifting at struggling Jimin up in his arms and throwing in overboard. A loud splash sounded followed by gasps and curses. This didn’t stop Jimin from yelling;”’ Not the national one’”.

Jungkook sigh in defeat. “You just had to ask.”

“Well, yes. That is how I am, it’s in my nature,” Kayla chuckled, walking back towards the perfect spot where she could put down her towel. It was strangely intimate the way he followed her. With each step she took back he moved forward. She hoped he couldn’t see how her eyes wandered over his form, hoped that the sunglasses covered their scaling stare and hoped that he’d believe that the gleam in them was only friendly and not at all carnal longing. Maybe she’d find a guy in the next harbour to fuck the thoughts out of her head. Then maybe she wouldn’t lay awake at night with her hand wandering between her legs while her mind played fine footage of Jungkook over and over.

“You’re not coming in?”

“Hmm...Sorry, what?” Kayla blinked at him, feeling her cheeks heat up at the sight of his muscles jumping as he ran his hand through his hair, while a smirk graced his lips. Quickly, she spun and put the towel down.

“Were you just checking me out?”

“Pff, what? No!” She waved at him trying to deter him away while she caught onto the fact that her embarrassment, having been caught, were clearly evident in her refusal.

“You so were,” he pressed further, taking hold of the accusatory finger pointed in his direction and shaking it up and down. Her focus went from her vibrating finger to Jungkooks smirk, then back again before pulling it from his grasp as if his touch burned her.

“I so wasn't! It’s called admiring nature's creations and how finely natural selections has worked out for you,” Kayla bickered back. For a moment Jungkook visibly mulled over her words, properly translating them in his head.

“You come up with the cutest things when you’re embarrassed.” If her jaw wasn't screwed tightly shut it would be hanging open. Who did he think he was? Some greek god with that sculpted body, golden skin and that...that face of his. And now he was not only calling her out but also further pouring gasoline over the fires of embarrassment. Who was he to call her cute? She was his Captain.

“I am not cute, I am stating the fact that whatever gods you hold have most certainly blessed you. I am not embarrassed I am a strong woman who can admit when she thinks someones hot!” Maybe she should just throw herself overboard. She was digging her own grave and calling it ‘home of the stupid hoe who can’t seem to keep her mouth shut’ in such confidence everyone would believe it. This was her grave and she was most certainly lying in it.

Jungkook chuckled in a way that was far from fluffy bunnies and rainbows and more in the bend over and receive your punishment kind of way. “So you admit you were checking me out?”

“Yes.” She said defeated.

“Good, then I can admit that I was also checking you out, Captain Cute.” Kayla gaped at him but before she could flush the static in her brain out Jimin yelled something that could very possibly translate to ‘Leave her alone, Loverboy, we’re waiting’. Jungkook just held up an arm motioning that he had received the message, flashing her another smirk, then abruptly turning on his heels and jumping head first overboard with massive points for the three main categories; Elegance, Arrogance and Practice.

And did he just call her ‘Captain Cute’?

The sun baked on her but it wasn't the sun that made her body warm. Kayla dumped down on the towel her whole body tingling and slightly giddy like a child on the playground receiving a peck on the chin by the boy they had a crush on.

The boys laughed and bickered and splashed around like children, their voices and movements carrying over the mellow sound of the waves washing up on the beach.

Somewhere along the way she drifted off when there was a sudden shift in weather, cold rain dripping down on her body while a shadow moved over the sun. Another spray of water followed by a chuckle made her open her eyes up and rise to her elbows. Lo and behold it wasn’t a sudden change in weather but boy peering down at her with a grin on his face.

“Can I help you?” Kayla asked with slight annoyance. Waking up from a nap was always dangerous territory to be in, all three of the boys onboard should have learned that lesson but apparently not.

Jungkook sat down beside her whisking his hair out of his face, while drops of water ran down over his face, his body. Kayla narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion. “Who would have known that the Captain of her own ship would rather stay on the boat like a boring person than join us in all the fun.”

“I will have you know that staying on the boat is kind of the point sailing.”

“We’re not sailing now.”

“A Captain never abandons their boat.”

“Namjoon!” Jungkook called and switched over to his native tongue. It was not part of her plan to have the three of them band together and talk their language to keep her out. It was especially not the plan that they found so much amusement in her constant bafflement over it. “Namjoon said that you’re just being stubborn and that you can swim.”

“Of course, I can swim, I’m a sailoorrr-what! No-stop!” Jungkook wrapped his arms around her body, the cool of the water still lingering on his skin and icy against her sun warmed skin. He was cold and wet and hard, what could be an unusually good combo when he wasn’t stalking towards the thin railing consisting of steel wire and rods. “Jung- kook !”

Water engulfed her with prickly cold needles. The shock made her yell out underwater, flailing her arms and legs, while bubbles fizzled from her. Kayla busted through the surface with a gasp, cursing and grumbling while Jungkook popped up beside her with that shit-eating grin on his face.

“So she can swim.”

“You fucker!” Kayla exclaimed, splashing water at his face until it wasn’t enough and she forced his head underwater again. Grazes of his hands caressed against her stomach and arms. Jungkook surfaced sputtering water out of his face still laughing.

“Careful she might drown you!” Called Namjoon from his knees on the paddleboard. Kayla let out a groan, diving under and resurfacing again to get the hair out of her face. As reluctant she had been to get into the water it was nice. It cooled her and was soothing. What wasn’t soothing was Jungkooks smirk and mischievous look. “You’re a little shit you know that?”

“I’ve been called worse,” Jungkook replied. Kayla rolled her eyes and began swimming towards the shore. A hand wrapped around her ankle, stopping her from swimming away. “Where’re you going?”

“To the beach so let me go.”

“I’m not letting you get off that easy.”

“Or what?” Kayla challenged, moving closer to Jungkook with spiteful eyes.

Jungkook pursed his lips in thought, then a smile broadened them. “If you get to that palm tree,” He pointed towards the one tree growing out of the sand nearest the water. “Before I catch you and I’ll let you sunbathe all you want. I’ll even take your next Nightwatch.”

A hum came from the girl, eyes narrowed in suspicion while her lips were pursed. Jungkook looked from her eyes to her lips then back again, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. The black pupils of his eyes seemed blown, swallowing up what little of brown that was only visible in direct sunlight. Then before he could say or do anything, Kayla pushed him away from her with a single kick to the chest, the force bringing her a step further towards the shore. She began swimming, kicking and pushing with her arms as she had done for so many years. Jungkook wasn’t the only one who had done competitive swimming.

“Ohh! Jungkook is off to a rough start, can he turn this back around again?” Namjoon commentated with a laugh.

“I’ll bet you two days of washing dishes that Jungkook’ll get to her before she gets to the tree,” Jimin proposed, his board floating beside Namjoons. Namjoon reached over and took the smaller mans hand, shaking it.

“You’re on, my girl fights dirty.”

It felt like Jungkook was breathing down her neck. With each push of her legs, she imagined his hand wrapping around her ankle so much so that it felt like his fingers kept grazing her skin. In her ribcage her heart drummed rapidly, excitement and adrenaline flushing her system and driving it up on max. Even though the two betting idiots on paddleboards were yelling and cheering on their own team she couldn’t hear their words.

The water was getting warmer the closer to the sandy beach she came. Less water meant less heat was needed to warm it. The feeling of sand brushing her fingertips made her stand up, no longer able to swim properly due to the bottom being so close. Behind her, she could hear water splashing, a body with force and precision moving through it with practised agility. There was almost a rhythm.

The water was reaching the middle of her calf when arms wrapped around her waist and a rumbling breathy voice uttered “Gotcha,” in her ear. This, however, did not deter her from fighting, she only lost when she accepted defeat, so she kicked and grumbled and twisted in his arms trying to escape.

“Careful, Jungkook, she’s a biter!” Namjoon advised from the water. Kayla was a biter but not in this instance. She let her knees give out beneath her, slipping between Jungkook's arms and down into the sand where she decided to crawl towards the trunk. It was so close! So close!

Jungkook tumbled her over and pinned her arms above her head. Water was dripping from his nose onto her cheeks, hair tousled and sprawled to all sides, clinging to his skin. Every muscle in his body was taut and ready, while his breath came out hard. She was breathing just as hard below him, no longer fighting. Was he going to kiss her? Should she let him?

No, of course not, there was an audience.

“And if you catch me?” Kayla panted. Jungkook's eyes shone darkly. The change from cool water and the warmth of the breeze only enhanced the feeling of her bikini being cold. She could feel her nipples harden but weren’t sure if it was from the bikini or from Jungkook. Again his eyes went from hers to her lips and back.

“If you keep that up you’ll turn this challenge into softcore porn!” Namjoon commented. Kayla shot him a hard glance.

“If I catch you,” Jungkook began staying as he was as if he hadn’t heard Namjoon.

“You haven’t.” Kayla took her chance, shifted her hips and pushed, tumbling them both over so she was on top. Then she leaned forward and reached out, fingers grazing the rough skin of the tree.

Beneath her, she could feel Jungkook's muscles tensed, his abdomen hard between her legs and his hands slackly lying over his head where they fell when she had torn her arms from his grasp. Right at his eye level were her breasts, hovering inches above his face. Was he blushing or was it just shock?

Kayla leaned back and patted his sandy cheek with a smirk on her face. “Guess I get to sleep through a full night.”

Jungkook leaned up on his elbows after she had removed herself from him, dumping down in the sand beside him. They were both covered in it, fine sand a powter on their skin.

“You almost killed me,” he accused.

“You’ll recover from the kick,” Kayla shot back rolling her eyes and throwing some sand on his chest.

Jungkooks head fell to the side, hair moving with his head, tips curling in the warmth. “It wasn’t the kick I was talking about. You could have suffocated me with your boobs.”

Air left her lungs, her face was distraught and shocked. “What?! My boobs didn’t even touch you!”

“Ah, what a way to go. I’d die a happy man.”

“Shut up.”

“Then you’d really become a pirate.”

“Not this again,” She stood up, brushing off the sand as much as she could, then walking out in the water to her ankles. “If I killed you now, which would be a very likely possibility, I wouldn’t become a pirate. If you haven't noticed we’re on land. I’d simply become a murderer.” She grabbed two shells from the bottom and turned them in her hands, not minding Jungkook's wandering eyes. As noted before, modesty was not her main concern.

“I really thought he’d kiss her,” Jimin said to Namjoon in a low voice that meant he wasn’t expecting her to hear.

Namjoon stood, padding slowly towards the shore. “Funny, I kind of expected him to fuck her.”

Kayla hurled a shell after Namjoon missing his head by inches. The initial trajectory and intention were enough to make Namjoon flinch. In a matter of seconds, he had lost his balance, the board shooting out from beneath him, while he crashed into the water. Jimin had been close enough to fall victim to Namjoons splash and the wave that followed and for a moment he seemed fine until he missed a step.

“Becoming a murderer right now sounds good.”

Stars painted the sky in shining crystals when there wasn’t a light to outshine them. It was by far one of the best things about sailing. So far from the city and civilisations only served to show the true beauty of nature. The only sound there was water splashing against the shore and the hull of the ship. Kayla was leaning back on her arms looking up into the sky while her feet swung back and forth over the side of the ship, a half-filled glass of red wine on deck beside her.

Not even the nights were cold. Instead, they were warm and damp, making clothing stick to one's body. Being outside was preferable, to hear at least. The boys had been playing a game when she had decided to go up on deck and from the lack of sound now she expected them to have gone to bed.

The silence was mellow and comforting. The best kind of stress reliever there was. Sometimes she’d insist on taking the night's watch to clear her head, though there was no need for it when they were at anchor.

The sound of feet hitting the teak deck came. Immediately, she knew who it was, even before he dropped down beside her, with his own glass of red wine, this one newly filled. Sweet silence encompassed them.

“I think I love the stars the most,” Kayla mused eyes still turned up to the diamonds gracing the darkened sky. Turning her eyes towards Jungkook she saw that he was watching the sky as she had. There was something tranquil about him. He gave off this easy vibe, like someone who didn’t drain you of energy. Then his brows furrowed and eyes turned to the dark waters beneath them.

“Namjoon said something about you not dating anyone onboard the ship.” His voice was so low it was almost impossible to hear it. Kayla stared at him for a heartbeat, noting the flush of his cheeks and the heaviness of his lids. He was tipsy.

“Fraternizing with the crew is always a bad idea when you’re the one in charge and holds the responsibility. It’s like dating coworkers only that if coworkers have a fight they can actually get away. It isn’t like that on a ship,” Kayla tried to explain with a soft voice. Jungkook looked over at her, his hair was curled and wavy from all the salt.

“But you wanted to kiss me,” he said, eyes just as dark as the sea and lips caught between his teeth. How can a man be both shy and confident at the same time? Suddenly the air around her seemed all the more hot. She felt her hair stick on the back of her neck while her breath hitched in her throat.

“Yes,” she breathed trying to compose herself.

“And you want me to kiss you now?”

“It’s a bad idea.”

“Possibly,” Jungkook replied brushing hair out of her face. The tip of his finger grazed from her cheekbone to her jaw, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Her heart pulsated in her ears.

“We barely just know each other.”

“And still we kind of live together,” Jungkook reasoned with an easy smile on his lips. It was true. If anything they skipped a few steps and went straight to the living together part. Except, it was only supposed to be as possible friends or shark food depending on whichever way it went. Then it went and broke the meter of the possible friendship. The sweet smile turned downwards as his hand fell to his lap, shoulders deflating a little. “I’ll leave you alone and stop if you want me to.”

“I-,” Kayla hesitated, feeling her stomach clutch and flutter. “don’t want you to stop.”

Soft as velvet and sweet with the lingering red wine with a bitter aftertaste. That was how his lips were. His hands cradled her cheek the touch tingling with electricity that rushed through her body. It was a sweet kiss, lips brushing over lips, the rough sweep of a tongue running over her bottom lip begging for entrance. It was stars and fireworks, maybe because of the red wine eating away at her edges, maybe because this was possibly the most romantic setting she’d ever experienced or maybe it was because it was him.

She pulled back to Jungkook looking incredibly shrivelled and inherently downright sexy. His lips glistened cherry red, his cheeks almost matching, eyes filled with need. All resistance and lingering doubt went up in flames. The words escaped her before she could stop them, where there should have been a qualm with her morals she found there were none. “Come to my cabin.”

“Are you taking advantage of your position, Captain?” Jungkook grinned earning a roll of her eyes while she threw back the last of her red wine before getting up.

“Most definitely.”

The two stumbled over the teak deck, hand in hand, giggling like infatuated teenagers. She went down the steep ladder first, chucking the last red wine from her glass and placing it in the sink. A strangled sound escaped Jungkook from behind her followed by a tumble of brawn and limbs as he had lost footing and scooted down the last steps, landing perfectly on his but with the glass of wine in the air with not a single drop spilled.

The two looked at each other in alarm before erupting into silent laughter, or rather, as silent as they possibly could. Kayla helped Jungkook onto his feet, eyeing him as he drank the last bitter wine and followed suit with placing the glass in the sink. With their fingers entangled, Jungkook let her lead him towards her cabin.

Barely, had the door been closed behind her before his lips pressed against her burning skin, hands brushing over her hips tugging her around to face him. In the dim light, his eyes had become intense black orbs, pupils dilated into the iris. Her back hit the closed door. With a fist buried in his shirt, she pulled him to her, crushing her lips against his in a feverish kiss that burned through her to the core. J

Jungkook pressed into her, his body hot and hard against hers. His hands wandered, fingertips brushing the skin of her abdomen.

With one single push Jungkook stepped back, his lips swollen and parted for breath, eyes shining brightly. There was a single moment of confusion, uncertain that the sudden push was an objection or maybe rejection, but instead found that she was smirking at him, eyes heavy and head crooking to the side. “Take your shirt off and get on the bed.”

“Captain,” Jungkook chuckled making quick work of his shirt as he stepped back towards the bed. Then his heel caught the edge of the single step up to the bed and his body fell awkwardly back onto the soft mattress. Kayla laughed at him as he recovered, sitting back on his arms and spreading his legs wide as if to prove a point. Black waves had fallen into his eyes and he shook his head in an endless attempt to fling it away.

Kayla discarded her own shirt and straddled Jungkook, enjoying the way a jitter went through his muscles at the pressure of her. She wasn't sure what she enjoyed looking at the most, his impeccable abs, the thick veins travelling up his arms or maybe just his face. With one finger she brushed the hair away from his eyes, her touch travelling to his lips that opened to let out a breath of hot air. Ever so slightly, Jungkook leaned forward and captured the finger between his teeth.

“I’m not sure if I should find you incredibly sexy or just really really cute,” Kayla confessed. There was added pressure to her finger then it was released, only to let his lips crash against hers once more. The kiss was electric, the feeling only enhanced by the wine they had, it was evident in its bitterness on his tongue, evident in the feverish passion.

His hands dragged up the length of her thighs, every once in awhile squeezing, until they rested on her ass. Kayla rocked her hips craving friction, the ache between her legs just as prominent as the juices wetting her bottoms. Moaning into the kiss she grounded her hips once more, hands tangling in Jungkook's hair tugging ever so slightly.

In an instant she was on her back, the covers of her linnen sticking to her skin, reminding her just how hot it was in the cabin. Kayla gasped in surprise, the gasp quickly turning to a moan when Jungkook pressed down between her legs while that insufferable grin was plastered all over his face. “Cute? Please, sexy is the only thing I am.”

Kayla chuckled then suppress a moan as his kisses travelled down her neck, teeth grazing her skin, nibbling, then soothed by a whip of his tongue. The temperature, his kisses, his bulging pressure between her legs, were all components that were slowly driving her mad. Sliding along the skin of her stomach, his hands drifted to her exposed breasts, giving them a testing squeeze while his mouth travelled to the mounts.

“Fuck!” Kayla cursed, one hand tangling in the sheets while the other remained intertwined in his hair. He plopped a nipple into his mouth, the action sending tickles all throughout her body, centering between her legs. She bit her lip and arched her back. “Fuck!”

“Tell me how sexy I am,” Jungkook said, his voice rumbling with lust. She gasped in a breath of air as he twisted her nipples, while his eyes remained on her, watching.

“You’re a narcissist,” Kayla shot back, refusing to give him the satisfaction of telling the truth.

“Oh, am I?” A dangerous grin spread across his face and before she could fling another comment at him Jungkook had dived between her legs, tugged her shorts and underwear off and spread her apart. With hitched breath the peeked down at him watching as he took her in. She was almost embarrassed by how wet she was.

His breath hit her and tickled over her skin, the feeling beckoning the ache to become more prominent. Then he licked his lips and looked up. “However do I prove that I’m not a narcissist?”

“You’re right, I recant that, you’re not a narcissist you’re a little shit!” Kayla shot at him, adding fuel to the fire. Jungkook looked entirely unconcerned, letting his head fall against the inside of her thigh, his hair tickling over her skin causing the rise of goosebumps. He nudged her skin with his cheek, with his nose, caressing it with his lips, all to drive her mad. On the other thigh, his fingers idly draw patterns.

“Please, Jungkook,” her plea escaped her, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. The unconcerned look turned into a wicked smirk.

“I am going to eat you out until you see stars,” he boasted, the words sending heat pooling between her legs and a groan to be stifled in her throat. “And then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember you’re own name.”

“Prove it!” Kayla challenged the words just barely leaving her lips before Jungkook had dived in, his tongue so hot and rough dragging up her slit. This moan she couldn’t stop from leaving her, head falling back and a hand brushing over her forehead to wipe off the sweat. Jungkook sucked and licked and swiped. Kayla found herself grinding against his face, breath catching in her lungs as he fucked her with his tongue. It wasn’t long before she came, clenching around nothing as his tongue drew circles on her clit. Every nerve ending in her body felt tingly, almost bubbly like champagne. Stars, she definitely saw stars and some of them were caught in Jungkook's dark eyes. He gave her one last scrape of his teeth on her thigh before kissing his way up her body.

Eager and with no regard for tasting herself she pressed her lips to his, her tongue shooting into his mouth. Jungkook moaned into the kiss, his eyes fluttering when her fingers tugged at his hair when her nails scraped over the skin of his back. Though she was still reeling from her first orgasm, she found herself becoming increasingly more wet, the need for his cock inside of her building until she began grinding up. His hard member pressed into her perfectly, each lift of her hips creating friction both so desperately needed. Kayla nibbed at his bottom lip.

“Oh fuck, Jungkook!” she hissed as he pressed down into her. “Fuck me, baby, I need your dick in me.”

“So eager,” Jungkook teased verbally but obliged by pulling off the remaining fabric between them. His cock sprung free, the shaft stiff and veiny and the head red and leaky. He looked so hard it was almost painful. “You sound so good when you’re begging for my cock in you when you’re moaning my name.”

Jungkook testingly plunged a finger into her core, feeling her clench around him in need. He added another finger to stretch her out and prepare for his cock, gliding in and out with ease and revelling in the sound of slick wetness the motion made. Kayla lifted her hips to meet his fingers, her breath caught in her lungs.

“When I saw you in your bikini I wanted nothing more than to throw you over my shoulders and take you down to your cabin to fuck you senseless,” Jungkook told his voice like gravel, eyes shining with sin. “And on the beach, god, you looked so good beneath me and even better on top. I would have kissed you then.”

“Then kiss me now,” Kayla answered him. Jungkook abandoned his task of stretching her out, deeming that she was wet enough and crashed his lips against hers.

“Do you have a condom?”

“I’m on the pill and clean.” His dick travelled the length of her slit, coating himself with her juices before aligning himself with her throbbing core. Tentatively he pushed himself inside, eyes rolling back in his head, mouth falling open in a silent moan as she took him in with no objection or resistance. She was so hot and wet and tight, her walls wrapping around him like a fitted glove. God! It was like her cunt was made for him.

Kayla moaned at the stretch, then bit her lip to keep herself from creating louder sounds. It felt so good, he felt so good, stretching her out completely and filling her up. Her knees rose up and spread out letting Jungkook bury himself deeper until his shaft was out of sight completely. The sight of him like that was mouth-watering. Sweat pearled their bodies until they became so big the ran down sun-kissed skin. Jungkooks hair stuck to his forehead, the strands curling a little. His brows were furrowed in concentration, sweat trickling down the sides of his face ending at his jaw, where the drops dripped down onto her collarbone. Not even the fans in the cabin could battle the heat.

“Y-you take me so well,” Jungkook groaned pulling out slightly before thrusting slowly into her again. “You take my dick so well, so perfect.”

Kayla hummed at his words, mind buzzing with alcohol and desire. The answer was knocked from her lips when his pace increased, thrust becoming harder and faster, scrambling her brain completely. Her eyes travelled from his veiny arms holding himself up to his sculpted collarbones, to the muscles protruding and dancing on his abdomen, to where his cock glided in and out of her in the most delicious way, creating a symphony of moans and lewd sounds.

Kayla’s hips rose to meet Jungkooks, the sound of flesh hitting flesh becoming louder, while their breaths grew more rigged. She brushed wet hair out of his face and kissed him, kissed his jaw, nibbled at his neck and sucked marks on his collarbone, the taste of salt lingering on her tongue. Then in one fluid motion, she tumbled him to his back, straddling his waist while still being connected.

“Fuck, baby, that is so hot,” he rasped earning a grin to be displayed on her lips. His rough hands gripped her hips, helping her to lift up and guiding her back again. The feeling making his eyes rolled back in his head while he arched into her exposing his neck. One day she’d mark that neck of his but not today, not when the coil tightened in her stomach, not when she was so close.

“You feel so good, I-I-I-,” she tried to continue but her words had been chased away and replaced with shallow moans. Her fingers gripped this stone-hard thighs, feeling the muscle flex in them as she rode him.

“I could do this all day, let you ride me, watch your tits bounce, watch my dick disappear into your heavenly cunt, watch your face contort in bliss-.” His clasp on her hips tightened, eyes screwed shut as he kept himself from coming. Instead, he brought a finger to her clit to rub maddening circles on it, bringing her instantly closer to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum,” Kayla cried out, quivers running through her body, her tights trembling. Like that, she came falling into that warm ocean of ecstasy that was so addicting. With her she brought him, her cunt clenching around him in a demand for him to follow, and he did, spilling seed into her in a scorching stream.

The two remained still as they both came down from their high, breaths rigged and heaving, sweat running down them as if they were in a shower. Jungkook was the first to move, lazily sitting up on his elbow while he drew her face to his with the guiding touch of his hand. The kiss was sweet and salty. He brushed wet hair out of her face, the strand stubborn and falling directly back to where it once had been.

Kayla lifted off of him, tumbling to a seat beside him. Seed tickled out of her, the feeling exhilarating and naughty. A flash of a satisfied smile graced her lips, face red with heat.

“That was-,” Jungkook began the same time she said; “It was-.” Both chuckled and in unison said; “You first.”

“That was amazing,” Jungkook said, running his fingers through his hair and stretching out on her bed in full length. He was so long his feet hung out over the edge of the bed. His face was a flush of colour and satisfaction. Cute, he was so cute.

“Oh I agree a hundred percent,” Kayla nodded. “It was better than what I have imagined.”

A cocky smirk formed on his face. “So you’ve imagined riding me.”

“And sucking your dick and every position possible and sitting of your face,” Kayla added bashfully with no shame. “I definitely got off to those thoughts a few times.”

“If you keep talking dirty I’ll have to take you again,” Jungkook warned, hand brushing over his flaccid dick when a twitch went through it. “With that being said I’ve also thought about it, though it was rather hard to do in that tiny bathroom, let alone when you share a room.”

“I’m sure you and Jimin have made a system by now,” Kayla teased getting up and slipping out of the cabin after wrapping herself in a bathrobe to go to clean herself up. When she returned Jungkook was laying with his eyes closed breathing softly, one hand beneath his head and the other on his stomach. For a moment she thought he was asleep.

“So... You are a pirate,” Jungkook muttered when she had come to lie beside him, a thin sheet covering her otherwise naked body. She glanced at him, lying down. A teasing smile tugged at the corners of his lips, the little shit he was.

“ I am not a pira-, ”

“Because you just stole my heart.” Kayla flung a pillow at him with a huff, through laughter followed.

“Whatever, go to sleep.”

“Aye aye, Captain.”

The next morning they woke up late to the sounds of people moving in the shared spaces outside of the cabin door. A slight pounding protruding in her head halted her getting out of bed while her counterpart, Jungkook, managed to slip out and onto the floor in all his naked glory. His hair stuck up in every direction, eyes tiny with sleep and cheeks flushed. Kayla followed him, putting on a top and bottoms while he dressed in what he wore yesterday.

Nothing was said as they joined civilisation, both Jimin and Namjoon sitting at the table enjoying their breakfast while their eyes followed the two who tried to remain as inconspicuous as they possibly could, avoiding eye contact or any contact really, ears flaming with judgment and slight embarrassment, though neither regretted anything.

Kayla slipped in the booth, hair a birds nest on her head ready for eggs to be put in it. She slumped down, exhaustion pulling at her edges, eyes unfocused and rapidly blinking. Jungkook sat down beside her with a glass of milk, pushing the carton into her peripheral vision after she had poured cereal into a bowl.

“So…It was you rocking the boat,” Jimin said while Namjoon asked; “Did you remember to pee after?”

Chaos erupted, Jungkook almost drowning on the gulp of milk he had taken, coughing the rest onto the table while Kayla dropped her spoon of cereal with a loud clatter out of shock. Her face burning and turning a bright tomato red. Namjoon and Jimin howled with laughter no sympathy or concern insight. Kayla slowly sank into the seat while Jungkook managed to compose himself, squaring his shoulders and drying up the spilt milk with paper towels. Where she wanted to disappear into the ocean Jungkook took it like a champion, no embarrassment displayed.

“I believe the boat was rocking because we’re at sea, though we might have partaken in making it worse,” Jungkook admitted with a grin. Kayla let out a loud huff, hiding her face in her hands, trying to not laugh out loud at the situation. The embarrassment was lifting quickly. “As for her peeing, I believe she did.”

“Good, because I’m not playing doctor if you get a yeast infection!” Namjoon declared and just like that everything was back to normal.

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sky-writes-daydreams · 6 years ago

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How They Met Chapter 16

A/n: So seeing how long it’s been since I updated before yesterday, I decided to go ahead and update again. :) Also I just realized I forgot to tag anyone. I am so sorry. My head’s been all over the place lmao

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It took less than an hour. I’ll be honest, I didn’t obey speed laws at all. Ardyn didn’t seem to care. He was a lot calmer now and openly talked to me. He could remember spots in this area that no longer existed. He even told me about the taelpar crag and the legend of how it was made. I loved listening to him like this. Soon we pulled into my little area and I parked next to his car. He looked over then and smiled.

“You sure you want me to see inside?”

“Um… Yeah. I just cleaned up last week. No dust or mice…. It’s company ready. Chancellor ready? Not so much.” He laughed then and I smiled getting out. I took my gear in with me after unlocking the door.

“Holy six…. Is this a house or a library?” I looked back and Ardyn was standing in the door stunned. I had over five bookcases in my living room filled with books all neatly organized and freshly dusted. My tv was in the middle of two of them on it’s stand with all my movies near my couch and coffee table.

“Both.” I got my boots off then and he came in and did the same. We left them by the door and I left my stuff by the kitchen.

“Help yourself. Cold drinks in the fridge plus food.” He nodded then. He was checking one of the bookcases out. I smiled then.

“You read?”

“Not as much as I used to… I’m still a lover of books though. This is quite a collection.”

“It was my dad’s.” He stopped then and I saw the worry. I smiled then.

“When they died… Dave found his will. Dad left this place for me so when I was old enough, I could move back home. Dave lived here for a bit and fixed a few things but once I could, I moved in. Found all of these in the second bedroom in like… five trunks. So I brought them out…. Seems the old man loved books too.” He nodded then and smiled. I just smiled and we relaxed.

I got into the shower once I knew he was settled with a book and came out to a shocking sight. He was just in his white shirt and dress pants. His other clothes were on the back of the couch and he was stretched out reading. I laughed a bit and he looked up. I was in a baggy shirt with my sleep pants on and my wet hair on a towel around my neck.

“Dressed to impress are we sky?”

“Only if you want to match.”

“I’m thinking about it.” I leaned on the couch above him then and smiled.

“You got clothes?”

“In my car, Yes.” He closed the book gently then and smiled.

“Mind if I try to sleep here today?”

“Gods no. want breakfast first?” He shook his head then and I smiled.

“Too tired?”

“Pretty much.” I laughed then and he got up. I could see how well built he was like this. He stretched too and I almost started drooling. He Noticed then and smiled.

“Like what you see?”

“You better sleep without a shirt on…” He crooked an eyebrow then and I smiled.

“I wanna feel. Nothing more.”

“Fair enough.” He walked out then and came back quickly with a small duffel. I was blow drying my hair in the bathroom when he came in. He went to the second room and I glanced over. The door was cracked. I saw him stripping off the shirt and I almost dropped the hairdryer. Scars. They were all over his back and chest but by all the gods, those muscles! I quickly refocused once he went to change pants. I was beet red too. I could see it in the mirror. The door opened then and he came into the doorway.

“You got that up too high or something?” I turned it off then.

“Just a bit…. Um….” I looked over and I was freaking out. This man was nothing but six foot two of pure gorgeousness. He noticed I was staring and smiled. Even with the slight amount of hair on his chest, Those muscles were defined and perfect.

“Skylar.”

“What?”

“Did you get a back view?”

“I saw the scars….”

“Further down.” I yelped then going red.

“No!!! You jerk! You left the door cracked on purpose!” He laughed then and I grabbed my towel to snap him with it. He dodged and I chased him into my room before tackling him and making him hit the queen size bed. I was on top and just play hitting him.

“Ego flirt!”

“Pervy Child!”

“I’m not a child!”

“Compared to me you are!”

“Compared to you, ifrit’s a kid!” He gasped then and I faked gasped.

“You did not just call me older than a god!”

“Oh my gods I think I just did!” I got a pillow then and slammed him with it. He laughed then before rolling and pinning me to the bed. I had to stop then. He looked down at me with those perfect eyes and smiled.

“Feel better?”

“Um….” I reached then and with a small wiggle got a handful of his ass. He jumped then and I smiled. I was right. Pure glorious muscle perfect for anything.

“Now I do.” He sighed then and let me up. I quickly closed the curtains and made sure the front door was locked before climbing into bed next to him. He was on his back and easily made room so I could curl up on his chest. I did so willingly and just relaxed.

“So… Any other secrets you have?”

“Um…. no I think we’re ok.” I nodded closing my eyes.

“So…. Does that mean I need to call you your majesty?”

“No….. Just… Call me whatever you normally do.”

“Crazy? Old? Drop Dead Gorgeous? Cinnabum?” He jumped at the last one and I tired to hide the giggles.

“Cinna… bum?”

“You like cinnamon rolls…. And have a really nice ass.”

“Six….” I died laughing then because he face palmed. It was just the ticket it seems. I got comfy again and went to sleep laying on him. I was the happiest I had been in a long time.

I woke up in a panic again. I couldn’t even remember why but the panic was there. I quickly looked around and I was home. The sun was going down outside from what I could see from the crack in the curtains on the side. I looked back where I was laying and the spot next to me was empty. I could tell where someone had been sleeping there so I knew it wasn’t a dream. I got up then and quickly threw on one of my flannels over my sleep shirt. Once outside of my room, I could hear someone in the kitchen humming before talking.

“I do understand that commander, but seeing how I am currently occupied, It’s not happening.”

“And what is it that you’re doing that is so important?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out later. Now please…. I’m hanging up.”

“Very well… I’ll inform them of your current occupation.”

“Thank you.” I heard a beep then as I walked in and smiled.

“Pissed off ravus again?” He looked up then and smiled.

“Yes Afraid so. He wanted me to leave tonight for Altissia.” I stopped then.

“I’m not leaving for another few weeks…. His dear sister hasn’t even made it over there yet.” I walked over slowly then.

“So you think he’s going now to help her?”

“I know he is.” The timer on my Oven went off then and he beamed.

“Finally!” I laughed then leaning over the counter.

“What?” He got a glove on and soon pulled out a pan.

“Brownies!? Where did you even find the mix!?”

“I didn’t. You had everything here for homemade ones.” I looked up at him then and he stopped.

“What?”

“You bake?”

“And Cook. I’ve been alive this long, I’ve had to take care of myself. I learned quite a bit.” I laughed then and soon ran across and hugged him from behind. He had put on more cologne when he changed clothes. I inhaled it and instantly everything was ok. The residual panic had faded with that inhale.

“Easy…. You ok?”

“Better now….”

“Bad dream?”

“I guess… woke up panicked… you were gone so I came looking….” I laughed a bit then.

“Never expected brownies…”

“Hm… Well sounds like they’re needed. Plus… Real food.” I heard him make a weird ass sound and I cracked up. He turned in my arms then and gently picked me up in a hug. I didn’t even argue. I just wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled.

“You sleep ok?” I whispered close to his ear.

“Better than ever…. Woke up because of the call and had to call him back once I switched my chest out for a pillow. You barely moved…” I smiled then.

“Hard to want to move when I had the best pillow in eos.” He laughed then and I felt him put me on the counter. I didn’t want to let go but he made me. I pouted a bit before he gave me a kiss. I perked up then and kissed back getting a hold on his shirt. Only I realized why he did it. I let go then as it hit me and he smiled.

“What?”

“You’re…. Damn it you’re not that much taller than me!!!” Cue gut busting laughter. He honestly stumbled back laughing as I jumped off the counter pouting.

“I’m getting into real clothes!!! You big bully!!!” He couldn’t stop laughing. I walked out then trying to fight the smile that was coming to my face. At least he had a real sense of humor.

Dinner that night was brownies with ice cream followed by shit movies. He stayed well into the night. Anytime I sat close, he wanted me close to his side so more often than not, I ended up curled up against him just talking about stuff and asking him questions about things. He answered as many of them as he could from what he remembered. He did miss a bit due to his stint on the island. It was so relaxed that when it came time for him to leave… I didn’t want him to. I walked out to his car with him. He was still dressed more casual than normal. He leaned on the hood then and smiled.

“I had fun… Best Date I’ve been on in a while.”

“Better than Galdin quay?”

“Oh that counts? Hm… Yes.” I chuckled then and he smiled.

“I’ll be back by…. I’ll call before dropping in though. I swear.”

“I don’t care if you do…. There’s a spare key in one of the garden blocks. It has the snail on it. Come in and relax…. Even if I’m not here. Maybe I’ll be home more often if you were here.”

“Oh instead of your week long hunting trips? That would be an improvement.”

“Hey!” I went to kick his shin but he laughed and dodged. I smiled then.

“Seriously though….”

“I’ll remember that hon. I promise… With them pushing the trip to Altissia….” He groaned then and I smiled.

“Empire isn’t anywhere around here. As long as they can’t track your phone, it’s safe.” He nodded then.

“Good point…. So… See you tomorrow?” I laughed then and he smiled.

“It’ll be soon…. Otherwise I’ll call ok?” I nodded then and got a hug from him. It was nice and tight. I didn’t want to let go at all though and he knew it.

“Come on…. It’s not for forever….”

“I know…. I’m just clingy. That’s all.”

“Noticing… but that’s ok. I like it.” I smiled then before he made me let go.

“I’ll call you tomorrow…. Stay safe.” I nodded then and gave him a quick kiss.

“Don’t piss anyone else off…. Ok?”

“Damn it… Take away all my fun.” I laughed then and he smiled.

“I’ll behave for you… My sweet little huntress.” He gently caressed my face and I could have almost cried from how it made me feel. We were moving so fast and yet… it was just right for us.

“Loving king….” He faltered then but I saw the truth.

“I like that…. Will that make you my sweet queen…?”

“Ask me that again when we see each other again…” He nodded then and we both heard it. His phone was going off. He sighed then and I smiled.

“You better get that…”

“Yeah… Be good Skylar.”

“You first Ardyn.” He smiled as he got into his car and started it up before answering.

“Ah. General Tummelt, lovely to hear from you.” He had that Chancellor voice going on. I had to hide my smile behind my hand. He rolled his eyes a bit as he backed out.

“Yes I’m still in lucis…. Well I will tell you why. I’m following that idiot prince seeing how you decided to abandon your post in favor of following that commodore around.” I snorted then and he looked up. I tried to stop but it was impossible. He groaned then and I died laughing. He soon hit a button and yelled out.

“Damn it hon!!! I’m trying to be serious here!”

“I know! I’m sorry! Just…” I got it to stop and soon faked it.

“Ah General Tummelt, you blonde twit!” I mimicked him and he choked. I lost it then.

“You’re such a fake!!!”

“Oh…. Just go inside!” I saluted then as he pulled out. I just smiled shaking my head before heading in. I wanted another brownie before I binged watched some more movies.

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