#alewrites

Part 1 can be found here

The number six stayed on top of you, arms starting to hurt. He was drinking you in, how your messy bun was starting to fall because of earlier, how good your acrylics felt against his scalp as you ran your fingers through his hair while your other hand gently scratched his arm, and how amazing you looked with his shirt showing everyone you were his.

"Pablo?" Brown eyes burning through you while you were under him, waiting to see what he would do.

"¿He mencionado lo hermosa que eres?"(have I mentioned how beautiful you are?) You cheeks becoming pink, he finally realized why he couldn't get away from you, your eyes entrancing him to believing he would never be able to love anyone but you.

"Todos los días, porque boni-" (everyday, why pretty bo-) he cut you off smashing his lips onto yours, not being able to hold himself back anymore. Savoring your lips, he smiled, tasting the berry chapstick you wore everyday. He never got tired of it, because he knew only you could taste so sweet.

It was a mess. Feet tangled, whimpers and groans bouncing across the room, there wasn't any other thought in your heads at the moment.

"Pablo, por favor haz algo" (Pablo, please do something). At these words, he immediately took your shirt off and attacked your neck, smelling the sweet scent of your coconut body lotion he got you spontaneously a few weeks ago.

But just as he was about to cave in and stop his teasing, he heard the voice of the one person he didn't expect.

"Ey Cabron, ¿donde estas?"(where are you?)

Goddammit Pedri, he thought. He felt you groan, head tucked into his neck, leaving soft kisses. "¿Porque le diste una llave extra a Pedri?" (Why did you give Pedri an extra key?), your head moved, and you're e/c eyes showed annoyance.

"Lo siento hermosa, pero el es mi mejor ami-" (I know beautiful, but he's my best fri-) he's suddenly cut off by the intro of the 2023 FIFA game.

"Tio, apurate que te voy a ganar, ¿o tengo que ir a arrastrarte hasta aca?" (Bro, hurry up so I can beat you, or do I have to haul your ass back here?).

It wasn't everyday Gavi would obtain a day off from fútbol, with all the stress and anxiety that comes with the games, but days like these were amazing because he spend them with you.

As he descended the stairs, he could listen to you loudly singing along to "Rosas," and he even started to quietly mutter the words, your contentment rubbing off him. Although it was probably the number of times you played that exact same song. "Hola, mi cielo." (hi, my sky), he murmured while hugging you from behind, his head tucked into your neck, leaving little kisses.

"Hola, mi sol" (hi, my sun) going along with the nicknames you place your hand on his hair, running your fingers through it while the bacon is sizzling. "¿Qué quieres hacer hoy?" (What do you wanna do today?) Parting from you to steal a piece of scrambled eggs that you had already served. Before he could, you slapped his hand away without even looking at him.

"Primero, no toques la comida" (first don't touch the food) pointing a fork at him, giving him a playful glare which he responded with a smirk.

"¿Y segundo?" (And second?) He teased you while taking over and setting the bacon on the separate plates. After he set the plates, you had an idea. You grabbed his hand, bringing him over to the living room and pushing him on the couch, the food long forgotten.

Straddling him, you hug him sneaking in a few neck kisses. "What are you trying to do bonita, mhm? He said kissing your forehead. "That's for you to find out Señor Gavira," you said while rubbing his cheek with your thumb. "Oh yeah?"

He suddenly grabs you and throws you on his shoulder, walking around the house while tapping along to the song you were first listening to, which made you sing-along. After a few seconds, you've had enough "ok papi, ya es suficiente" (ok, Daddy, that's enough). Pablo immediately rushed to the bedroom and threw you on the bed, trapping you under him.

I honestly didn't know how to end this, but this is my first fic. So, any advice on how to improve is very much appreciated.

A/N: I screamed out of happiness when I read this request because yes. I tried so discúlpame if you didn't like it. And yes, no fucking way was I gonna use a maracucho accent I love them but also hate them with a passion.

And my English speaking audience: sorry for the horrible translations

"Coño!" (Fuck!) You exclaimed after accidentally touching the hot pan. "Gavi, me traes esa vaina que esta ahi" (Gavi can you bring me that thing over there) you said signaling with your head to the beef you just finished preparing for the arepas you were trying to make.

And let's just say, you wish your grandma was here in this exact moment.

"Recuerdame que significa vaina otra vez mi amor?"(Remind me what vaina means again, my love? He faked ignorance as if he didn't google a bunch of venezuelan words to appease you and your family.

Gavi snickered. He loved it when your venezuelan slang randomly came out, like you couldn't control. It always made his day.

"Pablo no tengo tiempo para esto, mi familia nos viene a visitar, así que necesito que todo este en order o-" (Pablo i don't have the time for this, my family is coming to visit, and I need everything to be in order or-) he cut you off with a kiss, like he always did to get you calm down, these family reunions always stresses you out, but he was here through all of it.

He turned the stove off and flipped the arepas to make sure they didnt burn before picking you up and setting you on the counter. "Cielo, y si te tomas un descanso y esperamos que llegue tu mama a ayudarte con la comida porque necesito todo la energía posible para soportar la ladilla de tu hermano y tu papa" (Sky, what if you take a break and we wait for your mom to help out with the food because I'm gonna need all the energy I can get to get through an evening with your brother and your dad)

Now it was your turn to snicker. Being raised as a Real Madrid fan came to many arguments as to which team was better, especially from your die-hard fan dad. "Lo se, todavía recuerdo la cara que puso cuando se entero que salía con un jugador del barça"(I know, i can still remember his face when he found out i'm dating a barça player) you both laughed at the face you made when you said barça.

"Bueno, que voy hacer si su hija es burda de buena" (well what can I do when his daughter is hella hot) he said inching his face towards you to leave a passionate kiss on your lips.

Until you were interrupted by the doorbell. Of course you both thought.

You were met by your family and surprisingly Pedri, that came to drop off something Pablo forgot in his car, but as soon as you mentioned the Arepas you were making he couldn't help but join in.