Ruben and Reader are flight attendants on their way to Portugal. Although they are of to a bad start, the two end up finding common ground.

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"I'm sorry miss Y/L/N there's unfortunately no booking with us in your name."

"What?"

After eight hours in the air, your flight from Dubai to Lisbon finally arrived. The layover between your next flight was 72 hours, meaning you had three days off in Portugal. However, without anywhere to stay.

"But if you're willing to pay the price of a hotel room, we'll be more than happy to help you." Said the lady at the hotel front desk, who really tired to be helpful.

"H....how much would that be....for a room, I mean?" You prayed for anything below what you were getting paid an hour.

"Aproximetly 200 euros per night."

"Oh for fuck sakes."

"I'm sorry ma'am, perhaps I can check for rooms in the hotels nearby?" Said the startled lady. She seemed fairly new at her job. Otherwise, she would have known that you as a flight attendant could only be accommodated to hotels approved by your airline. If not, there'd be no dilatory compensation for your expenses.

"It's fine, I'll figure it out." You said and sounded real convincing when in reality you had no idea what to do. You could always stay in a cheaper hotel in the city, however, your airline required that you stay near the airport in case they ever decided to reschedule and put you on an earlier flight.

It was really messy indeed. You remained in the hotel lobby for the majority of that day, really clueless on what to do. You sat with your hands covering your face when suddenly, a familiar voice.

"Have you been rescheduled for an earlier flight?"

"Huh?"

You raised your head, surprised to see the asshole flight attendant from your previous flight. "Ruben?"

He was out of uniform. No vest. No tie. He didn't smile at you either. He more so looked concerned, regarding you still wearing your flight attendant uniform with a small suitcase next to you. "Are you leaving already?" He asked.

You thought of something sarcastic to say, like, "Why do you care?" However, you were simply too exhausted to be bickering. "My airline forgot to book my accommodation in Portugal. I assume everything got mixed up between my layover in Dubai this morning."

"Oh."

"Yeah, so I'm stuck here for now until I've figured out where I can stay cheap and without being too far away from the airport."

"In Lisabon, that's nearly impossible. Unless you're staying in the city, of course, which I'm assuming isn't an option for you."

"No." You groand, hans covering your eyes again.

"Hey, hey...."

Ruben must have thought that you were breaking out in tears. He crouched down before you, forcing you to meet his eyes while he caressed your knees with his thumbs. "It's not that big of a deal, okay."

"Oh, please, Ruben, I've had enough of you today. Just leave me alone, will you?"

"I could, and I should." He smiled. "But there's no way I'm letting check into some sketchy hotel just for the sake of it."

"What are you doing?"

Ruben rose to his feet, grabbing your suitcase.

"Ruben, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing. I'm offering you to stay with me."

It was bizarre, completely bizarre for you to stay with Ruben. Then again, what were your other options? Ruben also explained that his layover was only 24 hours and that his airline would pay for his accommodation as long as he was checked into it, meaning you could continue staying in his hotel room even when he was gone.

"So, should we grab some dinner?"

"Excuse me?"

To your suprise, Ruben's airline wasn't as strict as yours, meaning that he was staying at a hotel in the city, free to roam its streets as he pleased.

"You must be hungry, no?"

You were, you really were. However, you imagined that dinner with Ruben would be a nightmare.

"I'll wait for you to take a shower. Unless... you want me to join you?"

"Fuck off."

You grabbed some clothes from your suitcase and made your way to the hotel bathroom. Ruben was a pain, sure. However, there was something about him that made you feel safe, or at least trust him. Perhaps it was his flight attendant manners? The way he accepted your boundaries and didn't push your buttons any further than you could handle. Or maybe it was the looks. There was no denying how attractive he was. Perhaps he'd let you fuck him with a pillowcase over his head? If it ever came to that, you'd make sure to ask.

"Where are we going?"

It was funny. After your shower, you stepped out of the bathroom wearing a red summer dress with white and yellow flowers. Ruben's eyes had widened at the sight of you, his mouth coming ajar as if he wanted to tell you something. However, he never did. Ruben remained quiet even as you stepped out onto the streets of Lisbon, the city with a nightlife like no other.

"Ruben?" You stopped in the middle of the street. He turned back to look at, confused as to why you stopped walking. You folded your arms. "I'm not taking another step until you tell me where we're going?"

His lips twitched into a smile. "Don't you trust me?"

"No, I don't."

His expression faltered, but only for a split second. "Fair enough. I have a friend, he owns a restaurant near the beach. You'll like it, come on."

Ruben offered you his hand. It was so arrogant of him to assume that you would take it after literally admitting not to trusting him. Still, you took it. You let the size of his palm cover yours, the walk to the beach continuing in silence.

Arriving at the restaurant, you were welcomed with open arms by Ruben's friend. It was a family business, with kids running around the tables chasing each other around. If someone would fall, an adult would be sure to pick them up, soothe their tears, and then give the child a slap on the wrist for them to go running again. You didn't mind the liveliness. It was actually quite lovely.

"I always come here if I have a layover in Lisabon." Ruben told you over dinner.

"I thought you were Portuguese. Why wouldn't you just go home to your parents?"

"My mother doesn't like it when I stay for short periods of time. It breaks her heart whenever I leave."

"I see." You nodded.

"How about you?"

"Me?" You frowned.

"Yeah, do you visit your parents when you have a layover in Germany?"

Something tightened in your chest. "I....My parents, my entire family really, are gone...." Suddenly, the sorrows of your life washed over you, reminding of the escape you had as a flight attendant. Ruben was right when he said that up in the sky was a no mans land. Down on earth is where all mans problems actually existed.

"I'm so sorry Y/N."

You flinched. Ruben had gone to cover your hand with his, his gaze sympathetic and gentle. You quickly realized that you were crying, that the tears had welled up in your eyes quicker than you could control.

"Excuse me." You stood from the table, leaving the restaurant in a hurry. You only left to get some fresh air, though. Nevertheless, Ruben found where you had gone to sit by the beach, joining you in the sand.

"Flight attendant rule number one, never get too personal." He sighed. I fucked up and I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." You sniffled. "They died in an accident when I was six. I barley remember my parents or my siblings."

"What kind of accident?"

You shot Ruben a glance, however the way he was staring back at you softened your furrowed expression. "A plane crash." You muttered.

Ruben's eyebrows lifted.

"I always hope to feel closer to them by taking this job. Maybe even one day I'd...."

"Y/N..." Ruben shifted beside you, his hands stroking your cheek. However, you slapped it away. "Don't feel sorry for me."

"I'm not. I mean I don't."

"Not all of us are in this to join the so called Mile High Club, okay."

"Y/N, I never...."

"Yes, you did Ruben."

His expression told you that he remembered your encounter on the plane.

"Like why would you even ask me that?"

"Cuz I'm an asshole." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm an asshole who doesn't know how to act after the first encounter with the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen was while she was naked in the shower."

You snorted. Like a piglet you snorted.

"Yeah, what an icebreaker." Ruben laughed. Your laughter fuelled each other's and slowly came down to the sounds of ocean waves crashing against shore.

"Fuck, you're really beautiful." Ruben said, not even hiding the fact that he was checking you out.

"Thanks, you too." You chirped.

"And that red dress..."

Ruben's breath was in your ear, warm and soft. "Why did you have to wear that damn dress?"

"I don't know." You sighed and turned your head so that your cheek caressed his stubble. "Perhaps I wanted to tease you?"

"Well, no more teasing." Ruben grabbed your chin, tilting your body backward for you to lay down in the sand. He kissed you gently as if your lips were made out of flower pebbles. You hymned in response as his hands crept up your thighs and under the skirt of your dress. Ruben then deepend the kiss with his tongue, beginning for its access into your mouth. The white sand was warm against your back. Ruben's weight pressing you further into it, his hips grinding against your thigh.

"Can I...with my finger?" Ruben's fingertips were already brushing over the wet patches of your panties, but when you gave him the green light to go further, you were done for.

"Shit."

"Sshhhh." He hushed. "Relax baby. You're already so wet for me."

Ruben made fast circles over your clit, alerting every inch of your nerve endings. His mouth then went from your lips to your breasts, where he used his teeth to pull down your cleavage, freeing your breasts. They bounced with your grinding hips, you were begging for Ruben's fingers to enter you. However, he seemed determined to make you come this way.

"God, you're sexy. So fucking sexy." He said, in between sucking on your nipples, his hand still tucked between your thigs. You arched your back with the pleasure it gave as you moved further to the edge of your orgasm.

Ruben rose to his knees, quick to unbuckle his belt. His dick felt out of his pants throbbing and hard, with the tip leaking with cum. He was on the verge of erupting just like you. He positioned himself between your legs. You reached for his hips and used your legs to lure him in. "Fuck." You squealed as his cock crashed into you like a train through a tunnel, however not as smooth. Ruben was big and hard. Perhaps too big and too hard. Nevertheless the two of you continued to fuck each other sensless on the beach. The sound of your sinful panting evaporating into the night. It all came down to one frantic orgasm, shared between the two of you, your bodies squirming in the sand until the spasms became less frantic and more loving.

"Are you cold?" Ruben asked, kissing your lips. He then went to lay on his back beside you, pulling up his pants as he did.

"A little." You whispered.

"We should get back to the restaurant and pay for our food."

You chuckled. "I'm not going back like this."

Ruben's head shifted, seeing the damage that he had done. Your dress was practically ripped at the front, exposing most of your thigh and the bite marks that Ruben's mouth had left on the insides of the.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm so sorry." He sat up and started checking for more bruises, however, all you did was laugh at him and the way he seemed to genuinely worry.

"What's so funny?" He asked and help you up to stand on your feet. He went to brush off the sand on your legs before pulling you towards him with his hands on your hips.

"You." You said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Me?"

"Yes, you. It's funny how you pretend to be this asshole flight attendant when you're really a sweetheart."

Ruben smiled, his eyes squinting as he did. He then leaned in to kiss you, not pulling away until your need for air. "Maybe I am a sweetheart." He said. "Just don't tell anyone."