Summary - You spend your first Christmas with Ruben and his family, but fail to make a good expression since you can't speak or understand a word of Portuguese.

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"Y/N, are you in there?" Ruben's steps were heard shuffling closer to the bathroom door, leaving you to anticipate the yanking of the door handle. "Are you locked in?" He asked, with slight concern in his voice.

"No." You muttered from the other end.

"No? What are you doing then? My family is starting to worry about you."

"Well, nothing to worry about." You laughed half heartedly. "I guess I'm just a girl, taking her time to use the ladies' room."

There was a silent pause. One that made you press your ear against the door to listen if Ruben was still there.

"Y/N." He sighed. You sighed with him knowing what was coming.

"Yes?"

"Please come out. Or at least let me in."

".....fine."

You got up from the bathroom floor and flicked to unlock the door. Suddenly, Ruben's size took up the entire frame, a slightly furrowed look on his face. "You okay?"

You shook your head and fell into his solid embrace, immediately struck by the heat of his body against your cheek. "Your family hates me, I just know it." You sobbed.

Ruben's low chuckle was soothing to your ears, his hand stroking gently up and down your back. "Trust me, they don't. What makes you believe that?"

You lifted your head, meeting Ruben's taunting smile. "Because...." You pouted. "Your mom laughed at me when I asked her to pass me the pepper during dinner, and so did your brother."

"Y/N, Is that what this is about, pepper?"

"Yes, and it's not funny. Why are you laughing at me?"

"I'm not." He said, failing to keep a straight face.

"Yes, you are!" You gasped, aiming forceless punches at Ruben's ridiculously lean stomach.

"But baby, can you blame me?" Ruben chuckled as he caught your wrists, pressing his thumbs into the palm of your hands. "You said, please pass me the Pigmenta instead of Pimenta. I mean, that's pretty funny to me "

"How so?" You folded your arms, taking a step back from Ruben. The wrinkle in his forhead told you that he definitely didn't like that.

"Well, firstly, Pigmenta doesn't mean pepper." He said, taking a step forward, entering the bathroom. "Secondly....Come here!"

"Ruben." You squealed in terror. A squeal that turned into a gasp as Ruben went to hook an arm around your waist, lifting you up to nibble your ear. "Stop it, your parents might hear us."

"No, you stop it."

"Ruben, please. I'm serious, they'll think I'm crazier then they already do."

Ruben did nothing to make life easier for you, setting you down on top of the bathroom washing machine, spreading your thighs to stand in between them. His hand then lifted your chin, bringing your lips to meet his mouth. Your kiss was sweet and innocent, yet laced with a faultless desire for one another, alerting every sense in your rejoicing bodies.

When Ruben pulled back from the kiss, his eyes searched your face for the answer that your mouth wouldn't give him. "It's Christmas." He whispered. "Why are you being like this?"

"Like what?"

He shrugged. "Anxious. Worried about making a good impression to my parents when you know how much they already like you."

"Maybe." You bowed your head in shame, your forhead knocking against Ruben's sternum. Your hands crept under the hemn of his t-shirt, tempting you to ask him to take it off. However, that would certainly not get you invited to another Christmas celebration at the Dias household if his parents caught you on your knees, Ruben's dick in your mouth. You chuckled at the thought. That is, until Ruben's thumb gently traced the outlines of your tense jaw, urging you to come back to him. "Did you hear what I said?" He whispered.

You nodded your head, muttering the answer. "No need to impress your parents. They already like me even though I don't know my pigmenta from my pimenta."

"Exactly.' Ruben smiled, tilting down to kiss your lips. "Now, let's join them downstairs. I think we're taking the dogs out for a walk."

"Oh, okay." You hopped down from the washing machine, following Ruben out the bathroom door. However, pausing in its frame, you felt compelled to say, "But I bet they would've liked me better if I was Portuguese...."

"What did you say?"

You stumbled backward, hitting a wall as Ruben stopped abruptly in front of you.

"Ruben I...I don't."

"Y/N?" He command, in a chilling voice that caused shivers to run down your spine.

"Yes?"

He was forcing you to walk backward. Back into the bathroom, where he shut the door behind him, flicking the lock without even looking. "What did I just hear, you say?" He repeated, making you recall the last few words that were uttered between you.

"That your parents would like me better if I was Portuguese?" It must have been the thing that set him off, for Ruben looked pissed.

"Yes, that?" He said between clenched teeth. "Do you really believe that to be the truth?"

"Sometimes. I dunno?"

Ruben's eyes darkened, and the previous understanding that he had for your insecurities instantly wiped away. Just like that. "Well, I guess that's my fault."

"It is?" You said, a tad confused.

"Sure it is. It means that I haven't done enough to make you feel wanted."

"Wanted?" You squealed, seeing as Ruben brought himself to stand invadingly close to you. Close enough for you to feel the straining of his jeans, how his cock practically fought to get out. Or to get in, if one must be grammaticaly correct.

"Do you you know how much I fucking want you right now? Just the way you are?

"Ehm...I might have an idea?" You said, Ruben's hard dick in mind.

"Don't worry. I must show you."

"Ruben?"

It was an ambush like no other, Ruben, bending down to lick the base of your throat.

"Shhh, let me take care of you."

"But I.....Your family?"

"They're out for a walk. Don't worry."

"Ruben." You sighed as you were brought back to sit on top of the washing machine. There, Ruben took real charge, his hands feeling their way under your dress.

"Fuck." Your back arched against the palm of his hand. Ruben's hand that guided your cleavage towards his warm mouth.

"Mhmm."

He suckled your breasts like a starving man, his free hand pushing back your panties to make small circulair movements over your twitching clit.

"Ruben, fuck that feels so good?"

"Yeah? Do you want more?"

"Yes, more. Anything that will make me come."

He chuckled against your skin. "Oh, I'll make you come. But I'll have to be fast."

You gasped in suprise as you were pulled back down on your feet, Ruben bending you over instead.

"You ready for me?"

"Mhm." You bot down on your lip, your hands flattened on top of the washing machine.

"Y/N." Ruben's voice was harsh in your ear, his lips ghosting just below your lobe. "I want you just the way you are, you know that, right?"

"Mhm, sure."

"Y/N." He pulled back a little, noticing how your ass desperately arch into his erection, Ruben's cock throbbing painfully below his belt. "I'm serious." He chuckled. "I want you, just like this. Just the way you are."

"I know baby, I know. But–"

You were silenced, Ruben's hand tilting back your throat to catch your mouth. He then went to unbuckle his pants, pulling them down to let his hard dick slap against your opening.

"Fuck Ruben."

His hand disappeared between your legs, caressing your folds just to ensure that you were wet enough for him.

"Here." He said, offering you your own excitement, making you taste your wetness right off his fingertips. "Good girl."

You were then bent over the washing machine, spreading your legs on Ruben's command as he guided himself to enter you from behind.

He groand with the action "Fuck that feels good. Baby you're so tight for me."

A weak smile was the best you could offer him. Ruben's cock filled you up, streching your walls almost to a point of breaking. It was painful yet lovely. Most of the pain left you once Ruben started to rhythmically thrust his hips, making you throw it back until your climax was silenced into the palm of his hand as he slapped it over your moaning mouth.

By the time you and Ruben left the bathroom, returning downstairs, his family had returned from walking the dogs. Ruben's parents insisted that you join them for their annual Christmas photos. A Christmas that you would come cherish forever, as it was the first of many with Ruben.

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