Summary - Ruben doens't like when reader tans topless

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It was your first vacation in Portugal with Ruben. You could have easily stayed at the beach house and hang by the pool all day, but you would much rather go down to the beach an get your tan on over there.

"What are you doing?"

Ruben had a morning workout and let you go ahead without him. He eventually joined you, but was suprise to find you laying topless on a taning bed.

"Ruben?" You lifted your sunglasses from your eyes. "How was your workout baby?"

"Good. What are you doing?" He said, eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" You looked around yourself to see if you had dropped somthing. "What am I doing Ruben?"

You flinched as a towel was thrown at you, his towel.

"Ruben." You gasped.

He plotted down in the taning bed next to yours, looking around himself as if to see if anybody was watching you.

"Are you serious right now?" You removed the towel from chest, tossing it aside.

"I'm not joking Y/N. Cover yourself up now."

"Don't be silly Ruben, everybody is doing it."

You looked down the line of people laying on the beach and saw alot of girls taning with their top off.

"Yeah but that doesn't mean you should be doing it."

Ruben was in full beats mode, sideying guys that were passing by your taning bed, grunting at the once that dared to throw you a second glance.

"I can't do this." You sighed and stood.

"And where are you going?" He said, his attitude moody.

"To get a drink."

You tied your bikini top around your back and headed for the bar tiki bar down the beach. There you ordered somthing that tasted like rainbow but looked like a lemonade. You chose to have your drink at the bar rather than going back to the taning beds. Perhaps Ruben just needed to cool down a bit.

"Linda."

A voice said behind you.

You turned around.

It was a shirtless man with a drink in his hand. He was quite big, but not a big as your boyfriend of course.

"Can I help you?"

"Linda." The man repeated, a slick grin on his face. "Linda means beautiful. You are a very beautiful woman." The man's Portuguese accent flourished through his white teeth.

"Oh, thank you." You blushed. However you were ready to grab your drink and go.

"Please, let me by you another sangria."

"Thanks but I'm just gonna head back to my boyfriend who's probably waiting for me." You were already walking away from the bar, but for some reason the man trailed his steps behind you.

"Come on, a girl like you can't settle for one boyfriend, surley you need two?"

"Hehe, I think I'm good actually."

You were practically running away from the man now, spillning out your drink as you struggle to jogg in the sand.

"Where is this boyfriend of yours. I'm sure he won't mind sharing." The man laughed. He had followed you all the way back to the taning beds.

"He's...he's..."

You looked around, however, Ruben was nowhere to be found. A slight panic came over you.

"Now you see, I don't like girls who take me for a fool."

"Excuse me?" You turned back to the man., but stepped back seeing his eyes wander up and down your body, checking you out.

"You don't have a boyfriend do you?" He smiled, but not a friendly smile.

"I...I do." You stuttured. "He...he was just here. He must have just gone for a swim or something."

"A swim?"

"Yes, a swim." You hissed, hoping that would chase the man away.

What if Ruben had been so angry with you for taning topless that he had left you behind and gone back to the beach house? What then, you thought. The beach was packed with people though. If the man tried somthing you could just scream. Then again there was the language barrier. The little Portuguese that Ruben had taught you ahead of this trip was not going to help you out in this situation. Besides, who would people believe, the Portuguese man or you, the silly tourist probably drunk out of her mind.

"Y/N?"

You gasped hearing his voice. "Ruben?"

His shadow appeared behind you and soon he stood in front of you like a wall separating you from the man that had followed you from the bar.

Words were exchanged in Portuguese, first the strange man, followed by Ruben who raised his voice at him.

"Ruben." You grabbed his arm, preventing him from stepping forwards. He really looked to want to have a go at the strange man. Nevertheless, it ended with the man walking away, even giving you an apologizing wave with his hand.

Ruben had you sit down on the taning beds, crotch down in the sand before you.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine, thank you."

He storked your cheek "Some people, eh?"

"Yeah, I guess you tried to warn me."

Ruben paused, his eyes gazing at you intensely. "That's not what I meant." He said.

"No?"

He shook his head. "No. You should always feel free as a woman to...you know..."

"Tan without a bikini top?" You smiled.

Ruben blushed. "Yes. It's normal here in Portugal, many people do it. My grandmother even does it, but that's besides the point...."

"Ruben?" He was rambling nervously. It was so sweet, you thought. You tilted his chin and kissed his lips. "Get to the point."

He chuckled. "I don't want to share you with the world, you belong to me."

"Is that so?" You said.

"Yes." Ruben stood, pulling you up with him. Before you could find balance in your feet he ducked down abd grabbed your waist, throwing you over his shoulder.

"Ruben." You gasped. Your legs kicked in front of him. "Ruben let me down."

"Not til' we get to the water." He laughed, his arms wrapping around your thighs, squeezing them tightly.