Ruben Dias - One Shots (Second edition)

Feliz Natal

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?"