can i request a blurb or smth that is him in his portugese element ? like the context can be whatever (idc if its smut or just suggestive) but like him speaking portugese mainly. maybe an interaction with his group of friends on ibiza vacations (the ibiza summer lore is too good not to use lmao). i love how you write and ik you’ll be able to pull smth rlly good
The yacht swayed gently under the golden Ibiza sun, the kind of lazy afternoon that felt like pure summer magic. You were stretched out on the wide cushioned sun deck in a tiny white bikini, skin warm and glistening with oil, watching Ruben be completely in his element with his Portuguese crew.
There were five of them total, all loud, animated, and laughing like they owned the Mediterranean. Ruben stood at the railing in nothing but black swim trunks, his toned body glowing, dark hair messy from the sea breeze. He looked so effortlessly handsome it made your stomach flip.
“Porra, Ruben, lembras daquela noite em Lisboa quando tu…” his friend started, already cracking up. (Fuck, Ruben, remember that night in Lisbon when you…)
Ruben cut him off with a deep laugh, shoving his friend’s shoulder. “Cala a boca, seu idiota! Não contes essa merda à frente dela.” (Shut up, you idiot! Don’t tell that shit in front of her.)
The group erupted in loud laughter again. His other friend raised his beer, grinning. “Ele fica todo protetor agora. Olha só para ele, o grande capitão apaixonado!” (He gets all protective now. Look at him, the big lovesick captain!)
“Vai-te foder,” Ruben shot back, still smiling as he took a swig of his drink. (Go fuck yourself.) But his eyes kept drifting over to you every few minutes, that familiar hungry look flickering behind his sunglasses.
You loved watching him like this—loud, carefree, speaking rapid Portuguese with that rich accent that got thicker when he was relaxed and happy. The way his hands moved as he talked, the easy way he threw his head back laughing, the deep timbre of his voice carrying across the deck. It was pure Ruben in his element, and it turned you on more than you wanted to admit.
After a while, the heat between your thighs became impossible to ignore. You grabbed your phone and sent him a quick text:
Come to the cabin in 5. I need you.
You saw the exact moment he read it. His jaw tightened slightly, and he glanced at you with dark eyes. He said something short to the guys, clapped a couple of shoulders, and headed your way, trying to look casual.
You slipped below deck first, heart racing as you waited in the luxurious private cabin. A few minutes later the door opened and Ruben stepped inside, closing it firmly behind him. The moment the lock clicked, the energy shifted.
“Estavas a provocar-me lá fora com esse biquíni, não estavas?” he murmured, voice low and rough as he walked toward you. (You were teasing me out there with that bikini, weren’t you?)
His hands were on you instantly, big and warm, pulling you against his bare chest. He kissed you hard, one hand sliding down to grab your ass while the other cupped your breast through the thin bikini top.
“Foste tão linda lá fora… mas agora és só minha,” he growled against your neck, switching between Portuguese and English the way he did when he was turned on. (You looked so beautiful out there… but now you’re all mine.)
He walked you backward until your legs hit the bed, then pushed you down gently. His mouth was everywhere — kissing down your neck, sucking on your tits as he untied your bikini top with practiced fingers.
“Quero foder-te devagar agora,” he whispered hotly against your skin, voice thick with lust. (I want to fuck you slow right now.) “Fazer-te gemer baixinho para que ninguém lá fora ouça o quão safada tu és para mim.” (Make you moan softly so that no one outside hears how naughty you are for me)
You moaned softly as he tugged your bikini bottoms down, his fingers already sliding between your legs, finding you soaked. He groaned in approval, kissing lower, murmuring more filthy Portuguese against your inner thigh before his tongue finally found your clit.
The contrast was dizzying. The loud laughter of his friends still faintly audible above deck while Ruben had you spread out beneath him, whispering dirty promises in his native tongue as he devoured you.
He was only getting started....
