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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You woke up in a dark hotel room, curtains drawn, and the beating of Ruben's heart in your ear. You lay with your head on his chest. His hairless chest, not even a single stubble. You snorted at the fact that he was a waxer. However, he left it naturally where it mattered.

"What's so funny?"

You raised your head. Ruben's body stirred below you.

"Are you laughing at me?" He said, with a raspy voice.

"Maybe." You smiled and let your head fall back on the pillow.

"Maybe?" Ruben's hand reached for your face, his thumb tracing the outlines of your lips. "You shouldn't be laughing at someone who's offering you housing."

"No?"

"No."

"What should I be doing then?" You were seductive with your touch. Your hand slipped under the covers, tracing the bumps that were Ruben's abs.

"You should thank me." He smirked. "Thank me by..."

A beat.

Ruben's muscles clenched as your hand unremorsefully cupped his groin, feeling how his dick grew stiff beneath the palm of your hand.

"You were saying?"

Ruben's throat moved when he swallowed. You squeezed his dick and stroked your hand up and down his stem. "We've got less than twelve hours together Ruben, how would you like to spend them?"

"Like this." He nodded. "Just like this."

"Good."

He kissed you. Capturing your lips with a dark moan escaping his mouth. You stroked him faster, wanting to please him. However, Ruben was quick to force his weight onto you, flipping you over to lay on your back.

"We fucked without a condom last night."

Your hands came up from underneath the covers. "I know." You said, running your fingers through his hair.

"Are you on the pill?"

"I'm not. But there's a pharmacy at the airport."

"Okay."

Ruben bent down to kiss you, his beared rough against your skin. His chest vibrated against yours when he spoke. "I'm not gonna lie by saying that I'm not tempted."

"Tempted to what?"

"Let you have my baby."

"Ha!" You laughed. "And leave me to be a single mother while you continued your marvelous life as a flight steward? It makes me wonder how many little ones you might have out there."

"I promise." Ruben lifted your thigh, wrapping it around his waist. You lay naked, his skin against your skin. Ruben's erection put pressure against your opening, slowly caressing the tip of your clit. "You're the only one I'd let have my babies." He said.

"And why is that? You don't even know me."

"Maybe not." Ruben aligned his hips between your legs. His mouth at the lobe of your ear. "But we would make such beautiful babies, don't you think?"

"I..."

He didn't let you answer. Instead, your mouth was left ajar, with Ruben thrusting his dick inside of you.

"Fuck." You squinted your eyes and arched your back with the sensation that followed.

"God, you feel so good."

Ruben's hands were placed on each side of your head, his body hovering over yours. He pushed himself into you with the rhythm of the rocking headboard. Ruben fucked you sensless well into the early morning, breakfast being the last thing on your minds.

Arriving back at the airport, back into the reality of the day, made a wave of sadness wash over you. You had the privilege of following Ruben to his gate, and that's when the epitome of your creeping depression hit you the moment you realized that you and Ruben might never see each other again.

"You okay?" Ruben asked, your hand in his.

"All good." You smiled, a fake smile. "Have a safe trip."

"Wow, wow."

You attempted to break free of his grip. However, Ruben pulled you back right away, his eyes searching your face. "Is everything alright? Why are you..."

"I'm fine Ruben, Jesus."

His eyebrows furrowed, looking at you. You had tears in your eyes. Silly tears. Embarrassing tears.

"Y/N." Ruben wiped your tears, his hands swiping your cheeks. He regarded you softly, no trace of the cocksure man you encountered in an airplane bathroom.

"God, you must think I'm in love with you or something." You snorted.

Ruben's half-hearted smile made it harder for your tears to stop flowing. If he could just let you go.

"I want to see you again." He said.

You closed your eyes and sighed.

"What?"

"I don't do long distance relationship Ruben and neither do you."

He chuckled. "I guess not."

"Yeah."

Ruben pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head.

"I hate goodbyes, that's all."

"Well then this shouldn't be goodbye, shouldn't?"

"Please, Ruben." You pulled out of his embrace, regarding him dressed in his steward uniform, suitcase in hand. "Are you telling me that you want to do long distance, because not an inch of me believes that you of all people is able to commit to something like that."

"Well, I am, and I want to."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

"Why do you want to be with me, when you literally have the whole world at your feet?"

"Do you want me to spell it out for you too?"

"Please, feel free."

"Y/N, you're all I've ever wanted in a woman. You're beautiful, smart and funny. Not to mention the best sex I've ever had."

"That's it, I'm leaving."

"No, you're not."

You turned your back on him. However, Ruben had lunged for your waist, railing you back in.

"Let me go Ruben." It looked like the two of you were sharing a heartfelt hug. However, it was mostly Ruben doing the hugging, his lips pressed to your temple.

"I can't let you go." He whispered.

"Why not?"

"Well, you're currently carrying my baby, which makes you the mother of my unborn child."

A laugh bubbled up inside of you. A laugh with a life of its own. A beautiful laugh.

"Leaving you behind at the airport without a promise to return, would be a very irresponsible thing to do, don't you think?"

Your forhead knocked against Ruben's, your nose nudging the tip of his nose. "You're crazy. Do you know that?"

"I think it's called love."

"We can't be in love, we just met."

"And yet here we are."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face into the crook of it. The smell of him, you'd miss it so much. "They're about to call on your gate. Text me when you land in Tenerife."

"I will."

You let him go. Ruben kissed you goodbye, and then you let him go. He stopped at the tunnel of the gate, waving goodbye. However, you knew in your heart, along with the life you were growing in the pit of your stomach, this was not the end. This was the beginning.