Summary - Reader has landed a research job at a marine biology lab in Portugal. She is, therefore, staying with her sister and her sister's Portuguese boyfriend for the summer holidays. There, she meets Ruben Dias, who is on vacation with his friends after the 2024 Euros. However, the two meet under the circumstances in which Ruben believes that Reader is a prostitute.

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"He doesn't say much, does he?"

"Who, Diogo?"

You and your sister lay tanning on the beach. It was a bright and hot day in Portugal. Around you lay beautiful tanned women, soaking in the sun, not a care in the world. Diogo had taken you to a private beach club near a resort. No tourists or children in sight.

"Yes, Diogo. He's barely spoken a word to me since I moved in with you."

"It's just the way he is." Your sister waved. "He'll warm up to you soon enough."

There was an ongoing volleyball game on the beach, one that Diogo was refereeing. You watched how the participants, the majority being men, played like their lives depended on it, their muscles glistening with sweat as they spiked the ball back and forth.

"Are you even allowed to kick the ball like that?" You asked, watching a man have his way with the volleyball. Unlike the other players, he never lunged for the low balls. Instead, he tapped the volleyball with his feet, sending it over the net with exceptional precision.

"This is Portugal hun." Your sister pulled her shades down, scoping out the shirtless man and his shirtless friends. "If you can't handle a ball with your feet, you're not Porto—"

You flinched as a volleyball came flying your way, spraying sand in your faces.

"As minhas desculpas, senhoras." (My apologies, ladies.) Said the man responsible for the pebbles in your bra. He was cheesing at the sun as he made his way over.

"Watch it you fucking cunt!" Your sister cried out. The man had to stop and duck as the volleyball came flying back to him with surprising speed. "If you can't play volleyball just fucking say that."

"I'm sorry." He chuckled, eyes shifting your way. It was a moment that made your heart skip a beat as he was fairly handsome. He had dark brown hair and eyes that sparkled in the sun. And his English was surprisingly good as well. "How about I buy the two of you a drink for the trouble?"

"Damn right that you're buying us drinks. All fucking night you're buying us drinks."

"Maki?" You hissed. "Don't be rude."

"What? This man just sprayed us with sand and now...."

"Há aqui um problema?" (Is there a problem here?)

"Diogo, baby!" Your sister shot up to her feat at the sight of her boyfriend. She clung to his arm like a child lost in a grocery store. "This guy just threw a volleyball at us."

Diogo shot an eye towards the tall man that stood before you. "Sinto muito pelo incómodo, Ruben. Estas meninas estão connosco." (I'm sorry for the trouble, Ruben. These girls are with us.)

You blushed. The man, along with Diogo, turned to look at you. Diogo then leaned towards your sister, whispering something in her ear.

"I'm Ruben, Ruben Dias." The man said, offering you his hand.

"Y/N." You replied and allowed him to help you up and off the sand.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. Again, sorry about the volleyball." He jogged off, back to his friends. You were left with your sister and Diogo, the two of them arguing about something.

"....that's not what she came here for."

"Well, she's here now, so do as I say."

"Maki, what's wrong?" You approached her as Diogo returned to the volleyball match.

"Wrong? Nothing is wrong." She sniffled.

"If nothing is wrong, then why are you crying?"

"Please, Y/N, don't be silly."

"Silly? Maki, if Diogo..."

"He's just trying to look after us, that's all."

"Look after us. Why would we need to be—"

"Hey, let's play volleyball."

"W...what?"

The sorrow in her eyes was wiped away, replaced by a fixed smile. "Come on, let's challenge the guys. Just like old times."

She dragged you across the beach towards the volleyball pitch. The guys were clearly seasoned players but eagerly accepted your challenge.

"Let's split up?" They suggested. "It's only fair if we play doubles, girl and boys versus girl and boys."

"Girls?" Maki questioned. "You're playing women. Two aussie women, so you better watch your fucking backs."

"Alright then." They grinned. "Game on."

The game was intense and competitive, with both teams dishing out their best moves. You and Maki held your own against the guys but ultimately lost in a close match. As his friends were leaving the court, Ruben, of all people, approached you.

"Hey, how about two against two?"

"Who, you and me?"

"Yeah, versus your friend and Diogo."

"She actually my sister." You chuckled. "But...sure, why not?"

Maybe they were friends, Ruben and Diogo? Nevertheless, the four of you walked over to the net and started playing again. You were surprised to find that you and Ruben were a formidable team. You communicated seamlessly, anticipating each other's moves and working together to block the ball. In the end, you won your match, a victory worth celebrating.

"Where in Australia are you from?"

The celebrations happened on a yacht. Diogo, of course, knew a guy and urged Ruben and his friends to tag along. The two of you were glued to each other all night, just vibing.

"Sydney!" You shouted in his ear. The music around you was playing that loud.

"Cool. I've always wanted to travel there."

"Don't."

"No? Why not."

"Well, the flight there might kill you."

"Is that so?" He laughed.

"Why are you laughing? I'm dead serious. I'm still jet lag to this day."

"I believe you."

It was dangerous how handsome Ruben was. You withdrewn to a corner somewhere. Where the night breeze caressed the skin of your naked shoulders and where the deck of the yacht could be felt rocking side to side.

"Now that you're here..." Ruben smiled, his face close. "How do you find Portugal?"

"I'll manage." You nodded. "The summers here must be nice?"

"If you know where the party is, yes."

"Well then, Ruben Dias..." His name rolled off your tongue like smooth liquor. "Tell me where the party is?"

"Right here."

It was unlike you to kiss a man you've just met. It was unlike you three years ago up until now. Ruben, however, was a great kisser. He guided you to sit on his lap, caressing your thighs as you held his face. You longed for more of him, his tongue already deep in your throat. It was sloppy. Everything about the kiss was sloppy.

"Let's find a room," Ruben said, his breath in your ear.

You let him guide you through the deck through the party scene where your sister seemed to be the main entertainment. She stood dancing on top of a table, dancing to the cheers of her crowd, Ruben's friends. Diogo, however, was nowhere to be found.

"Did you bring condoms?"

You and Ruben found a room below deck. A big room where the bed was draped in silk sheets. You laid back on the matress, with Ruben crawling to lay on top of you. Kissing you.

"Did you bring condoms?" He repeated.

"No, but it's no worries."

"Are you on the pill or something?" His voice was rough, laced with lust. You slid a hand down his body, stopping at the bulge that was felt through his swimming trunks.

"Fuck,"

Ruben caught your jaw, pulling your lips towards his mouth to deepen your kiss. His hips then grind against you with force, taking your breath away. "Y/N, I need to be inside you right now. Please tell me that you brought condoms?"

"I didn't" You squealed. "I—"

He bit your shoulder, the pain intimidating, yet endearing. He made his way downward, ripping the strings of your bikini with his teeth.

You shivered in your nakedness. The way that Ruben's eyes were staring at your breast raised the hairs on your arms.

"Y/N, please tell me that I can fuck you?"

"You can." You admired his features in the dark. Ruben had a body outlined with muscles. From the back of his shoulder blades to the bumps of his abs. "It's just—" You fingers traced down the bumps, feeling him and how he trembled to have you. "It's the last day of my period, so there might be some...you know."

His eyebrows lifted, along with his lips that parted.

"Or we could just sleep." You said, instantly regretting your offer. Ruben must've been disgusted by you. "I really could use some—"

His mouth crashed into yours, once again taking your breath away. You fell back against the mattress again, with Ruben pulling down the front of his swimming trunks, revealing how hard he was for you.

You wanted to touch him, to please him. However, he seemed in a rush to be inside of you.

"Turn around."

He had you laying flat on your stomach, his lips brushing between your shoulder blades as he thrusted his dick inside of you.

"Fuck." He grunted.

He filled you up. All the way up. You curled your toes as the size of him stretched your walls. However, being on your period helped with some of the friction. It felt surprisingly good, being fucked like this.

Ruben grunted and groaned as his dick repeatedly pushed up your cunt. And when he came he came with a roar into the night, cursing in a language unfamiliar to you.

"Holy shit." Ruben's breath was heavy as his hands searched for you in the dark. The two of you had collapsed on the bed, face down, bodies limb.

"Was it good for you?" He asked, removing the damped hair that covered your face.

"I think so." You chuckled.

He kissed you, wet but soft. "I've never been with a girl when she's on her...you know."

"Oh." You mumbled, quite exhausted to speak. Ruben seemed happy, though, boyishly so. You made a mental note to tell your sister. To her it was the oldest trick in the book, fucking on your period. The thought had disgusted you. Until now.

"Are you tired?" He asked.

Your body was shutting down, your eyelids heavy. Turns out that sex was the way to cure jet lag, not melatonin. Without any afterthought, you fell into a deep slumber, the deepest you've ever experienced. You did so feeling safe despite lying next to a stranger. Ruben would lay next to you for as long as he needed to recover, covering your body with the sheets. But with the sun appearing on the horizon, Ruben left your side in the morning. Completing another day in paradise.