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rockin’ around the christmas tree

alexia putellas x reader, alexia putellas x putellas!child x reader

fun fact my least favourite holiday is christmas and i don’t really celebrate it at all! but the request i got for this was so cute so i pushed down my inner grinch because i just had to! i’m sorry to any spanish people who don’t celebrate christmas this way lol i tried my best xo

Growing up, christmas had looked a lot different for you then for most kids.

You didn’t grow up in a house were Christmas was really celebrated, most of the time, your parents worked through the day, and you’d be left home alone with you older brother.

On the good years, you’d get a present, but most years all the money that could have been christmas presents was put into the football budget, or into buying you a second hand pair of boots so that you didn’t have to play through the winter with holes in your shoes.

You never really minded, you didn’t grow up in a family where christmas was something your parents could afford, and you’d come to terms with that, it was more important that there was food on the table and money available for football fees then christmas trees or gifts.

That’s why you struggled with it all.

Alexia had grown up in a house where Christmas was everything you could have ever wanted, christmas lights, dinner with the family, as many presents as she asked for, a big tree, everything traditional that made the holiday everything it was made up to be.

Alexia had been the first person to show you what Christmas could look like, your first christmas together had been an.. experience.

When your girlfriend of six months at the time had found out that your plans for christmas included staying in your apartment and watching whatever crappy christmas movie re-runs that the television was showing she’d been distraught. It had taken a lot of you reasoning with her to explain why you didn’t feel the need to celebrate as extravagantly as other people. You were happy to spend the day in, happy to have a day of piece and solace.

Alexia refused to accept that, so you’d been dragged along to her christmas morning with Alba, then her christmas lunch with her cousins and extended family and finally dinner with Eli and the closer family.

It had been more activities and festivities in a day then you’d experienced in your whole life of christmas’, and that night when you’d inevitably ended up at Alexia’s house you’d broken down.

Christmas for you had always just been another day, but your day spent with Alexia had made you feel more loved then you ever had before.

Christmas was supposed to be a happy day, but that night, all you’d done was sob. You didn’t blame your parents for your missed experiences, they did the best that they could at the time. But you mourned the bit of your childhood that you’d so clearly missed out on. You were overwhelmed beyond any words being able to describe it, you didn’t understand how some families got this, and yet others didn’t. Alexia was so incredibly blessed and she had no idea about it.

Even eight years later, you weren’t the best with christmas.

Just because you’d become accustomed to what christmas in Alexia’s world looked like didn’t mean that it came easy to you.

Alexia loved christmas, she looked forward to it every year, if you were to harbor a guess you’d say it was probably her favourite holiday of them all.

You didn’t hold the same sentiment, you didn’t have years of positive childhood christmas memories, and even after your experiences with the Putellas it didn’t overshadow your deeply innedeed desire to spend christmas under the covers of a bed.

Every christmas was spent similarly for the Putellas’, Alexia waking up at 5am, full of energy, dragging you straight out of bed. Once dragged out of bed, you’d get thrown down onto the living room floor, coffe thrusted in your hand before the annual present unwrapping.

Alba normally rocked up around 6am, depending on her circumstances, with or without a partner. From then the apartment living room floor turned into a pile of gift wrapping paper as the two Putella’s sisters unwrapped present after present like six year olds.

You’d never been big on the present thing, you enjoyed watching the two sisters and their animated reactions to every single gift that they received, you preferred to sit back and discreetly open the gifts that were thrown your way.

After the great present opening, it then transitioned into a big breakfast that made you nauseous and bloated and semi-uncomfortable.

Christmas tradition to Alexia was like a law, there wasn’t any changing it.

You’d thought that once you’d started to form a family together that maybe things would change a little bit, that maybe Alexia would relax and mellow out, that all of the fuss and festiveness would subside a little bit, but you were so wrong. If anything, it only got more intense.

Lili was four, and it was the first year that she’d started to catch onto what Christmas was, and Alexia was giddy about it. She’d spent the whole months of November and December getting your daughter as excited and understanding of the ‘magnitude’ of what event was coming up.

Christmas for the putellas’ household started on december first, everything leading up to the big christmas eve dinner on the 24th.

Lili had already been excited, but spending the night beforehand with all of her older cousins, unwrapping smaller presents and sitting around the table hearing stories from Eli hadn’t been any help.

You were less than enthuasiatstic about it all, but this year you had an excuse to sit back and relax, and that came in the form of your 2 month old baby, Emi.

Emi was also a good enough reason to dip out of the celebrations a little bit early, when Emi started to get fussy and hungry for her night time feed you decided it was time to call it and one-handedly dragged your wife and her mini-me out of Eli’s house, with the promise that you’d make sure the two of them got enough sleep so that they were functional by tomorrow.

The two pouted the whole way home, and it truly added a whole new layer to the whole mini alexia persona that Lili had adopted.

She was a carbon copy of Alexia, always begging to be dragged along to football training, she had the same little focused scowl that Alexia had when she was focusing, she watched football on the television with the same amount of intensity that Alexia did, all of her mannerisms, all of her values, all of her little details were all Alexia’s.

You were still holding out bits of hope that Emi would be a little bit more like you, but you were also well aware that if she was anything like her sister then it was a losing battle.

You tasked Alexia with getting your hyped up older daughter to sleep, whilst you dealt with a fussy Emi who was overtired and refusing to go to sleep.

“C’mon Emi, you’re fed, you’re changed, you’re tired, you’ve got a comfy bassinet and yet you won’t go to sleep.”

You looked down at your daughter, who had tears running down her face below you in her bassinet, sucking furiously on her dummy like she was trying to prove something to you.

You weren’t quite sure what was worse, a four year old who was riding on a christmas fueled energy high, or a baby who was so determined to stay awake even though she was absolutely exhausted.

With Lili, at least you knew that once she’d been bathed and put to bed that a few stories would put her straight to sleep, it was just the process of getting her into bed that was a struggle. Emi however, was a complete mystery.

Some nights, all she needed was a big feed of milk and she went out like a light, other nights, she would stay awake just for the sake of it.

It was like she could sense the excitement bouncing off of her mama and sister and decided that she too was destined to make your christmas as long as possible.

By the time Alexia trailed in, you were just bouncing Emi off to sleep, unsure about how you were going to transfer her from your arms to her bassinet.

Alexia crawled into your shared bed, watching you with adoration as you gentled paced the rug at the end of your bed, rocking Emi with you.

“You’re so good with her.”

Emi at least, was an easier baby then Lili had been. Lili had almost been reason enough for you to leave it at one child, the first couple months of her life had been hell, but then the toddler phase came and you and Alexia had both fallen in love with the idea of having a little friend for Lili to run about with. So, the rounds of IVF had come again, and after a miscarriage and failed treatment, the two of you were met with little Emi.

It was hard juggling a four year old with far too much energy for one child, but the two of you had made it work.

“I’m just doing my job.”

Motherhood had become a job for you, football wasn’t your passion so much anymore, you were unofficially retired and you were happy that way, you’d won all the accolades you needed, you had a family now that was coming first.

“You’re the best mother, you couldn’t do much more for them.”

You smiled at Alexia, it made you blush in a way like no other when anyone commented on your parenting, it was good to know you were a good person, but to know that you were a good mother, it was something else.

You finally managed to push Emi into enough of a lull that when you placed her down in her bassinet she fussed a little bit before finally falling into a proper sleep.

Once you were sure she was out, you crawled into bed beside Alexia, allowing her to wrap her body around yours.

“Is there any chance I can convince you to stay in bed any time past 6?”

Alexia snorted, her head finding homage in the corner of your neck.

“Lili has permission to be out of bed from 5am onwards, so have fun trying to control that.”

You groaned.

“The presents will still be there, when the sun has risen, why do we need to be out of bed so early?”

Alexia reached over to the bedside lamp that was still on, flicking it off and relaxing into the pillows.

“Alba will be here at 5.30, technically, you can stay in bed as long as you like.”

You rolled your eyes.

“And miss out on you acting shocked at the presents you bought for our daughter and for yourself? How could I do that to myself?”

Alexia pinched your side.

“No, santa brought the presents and I will act shocked when i see what Santa has brought this year, as will you.”

You pinched Alexia back, smirking as she winced.

“I told you that you didn’t need to buy me anything, Alexia.”

You managed to block Alexia’s attempt at retaliation, smirking to yourself.

“No, my name is baby, love, honey or sweet, not Alexia. Asking me to not buy you presents is like asking me to not love you, it’s simply not possible. Also, what kind of impression am I setting for lili and emi if they think that it is acceptable to not shower everyone around them in presents on the best day of the year.”

Alexia sounded proud of herself for that statement, like she’d made a real point.

“You’d be setting an example that love isn’t tangible and you can love someone without pushing gifts down their throats.”

Alexia’s arms wrapped around your stomach, pulling you directly against her.

“You don’t have to open them if you don’t want to, we can keep them for your birthday, or for mothers day, or for our anniversary. I know it’s a hard day for you, if you don’t want to be apart of it all then that’s okay. We’ll work it out okay, I can try to keep lili at bay for a little bit longer if you watnt a sleep in.”

You shook your head, what Alexia was offering was nice, but it was one day a year, Alexia’s favourite day, and you were willing to make compromises if that was required.

“You know how much I love you, right?”

Alexia smiled into your neck, a big corny smile.

“Love me enough to wake up at five am?” You rolled your eyes, flipping down onto your pillow.

“You’re making breakfast, and you’re putting Lili down for a midday nap when she inevitably needs one, and Alba can deal with her other niece when she gets fussy from her sleep schedule being messed with, I want a day of relaxation, okay?”

Alexia wasn’t kidding about the five am thing, you’d just managed to get Emi back down after her early feed, when your daughter dragged herself through the door of Alexia and yours’ room.

She looked more exhausted then excited, something that you were happy about.

“Feliz Navidad, mommy.”

You smiled at your daughter, patting down on the bedding between Alexia and you, making room for your daughter to snuggle up between the two of you.

It was far to early for your liking, and you were happy to cuddle with Lili if it meant you could have another hour or so of sleep.

“Feliz Navidad, sweetheart.”

She wormed her way underneath your covers, immediately throwing her arms around your body.

“Present time?”

You shook your head, bring your daughter close to you.

“Not yet sweetheart, you mami will wake you up when it’s time, okay?”

It was like at 5am Alexia’s internal body clock went off, both her and your daughter jolting up together like they’d been struck by lightning.

“Mommy, it’s time to wake up, it’s christmas.”

Lili’s voice was less of a whisper then it had been when she’d crawled into your bed, and you weren’t all that surprised when seconds later Emi was crying, like she knew exactly what was supposed to happen.

“Sweetheart, go downstairs with your mami, I’ll come down in a minute.”

You were happy to get Lili and Alexia out, leaving you in a semi-tranquil room, besides Emi who was now softly whining beside you.

You reached over into her bassinet, lifting her up and out, happy enough when she settled in your arms.

You figured it was a smarter idea to feed her now, then staving it off and having a grumpy baby in a couple of hours.

So you enjoyed some peace as you nursed Emi, it was a nicer way to wake up and adjust to the reality of what your day was going to look like.

Once Emi was done you threw on a robe and your slippers, before slipping down the stairs of your house and slowly making your way into the living room.

You could hear what was going on before you saw it, the sounds of your daughter squealing and Alexia making similar noises.

It was Lili, Alexia and Alba, all crowded around the christmas tree that Alexia had insisted had to be from the same farm Eli had been getting trees from for years, all three of them with their own piles of wrapping paper at their feet.

It was a sweet sight, one that struck on your heart strings and made you so incredibly grateful.

The amount of excitement one Lili’s face made it all worth it, how happy she was.

“Ah, their is my other favourite niece, come, let me have her, sit down, put your feet up. Emi can help me with the pancakes.”

You accepted a hug from Alba, and happily handed of Emi to her, taking a seat down on your couch, watching as she with practised ease carried your daughter next door to the kitchen.

“Mama, look at what santa brought me, look at all of the toys.”

You weren’t all that surprised that Lili’s pile had magically grown in stature, probably due to both Alexia and her sister’s insistence that it was child abuse to not overflow a child with presents on Christmas.

You were even more shocked by the amount of presents that were designated to your newborn baby.

“Mami, look, a new jersey! With mommy’s name on it, so i can match with you to games!”

The amount of excitement on your daughters face as she turned around to show you the putellas lettering across the back of her blue and red jersey made both you and Alexia weak. You might have been a grinch but there was no denying the amount of pure innocence and joy that was filling your daughter up. She looked impossibly adorabl with her twin braids that Alexia must have done the night before, with her newest addition to her jersey collection layered over the top of her pink flannel set, catching in certain places and the collar not quite aligning.

“Wow Lil, we get to match now, we’ll have to get a extra one for Emi.”

Alexia smirked at you, alreayd holding up a matching miniature sized version of the same jersey Lili was in, you rolled your eyes, there was one thing your two month old baby didn’t need more of and that was most certainly barca memorabilia.

“Mami, look, presents for you, and presents for mommy, and presents for auntie Alba.”

You smiled at your daughter, who was pinging with excitement. She pointed frantically between the different piles of parcels, all of which wrapped in seperate colours of papers. Lili’s pile was less wrapped, more strewn across the floor.

Alexia was responsible for all of the different bits of football gear, whereas you’d stayed more conservative with your choices of clothes, dolls, different zoo animals, small train sets and new books.

“Wow sweetheart, you really got spoiled, huh?”

You couldn’t help but clutch for your phone, taking a photo of your wife and daughter, who were both looking at eachother with equal amounts of excitement. You were well aware that it was going to be a fight trying to get Lili out of that jersey and into the nice dress you’d picked out for today, but you could compromise with letting her wear it over until photo time came around.

Alexia looked particularly proud of herself when Lili came running at you, with a handful of gifts, all with your name on them and signed from ‘santa’.

“For you, from mami and santa.”

You smiled at your daughter, who stood in front of you, seemingly waiting for you to open up the gifts.

You reached for the smallest one first, smiling at a new set of earrings that you knew would quickly become some of your favourites and a matching necklace that had the letters E, L and A on it.

The jewellery was then followed by a voucher for three months of pilates lessons at your favourite gym, which you were exceptionally grateful for. It wasn’t easy working out after having children, but it was even harder trying to adjust to the new version of your body and Alexia was well aware of how insecure you were feeling, plus pilates was a better transition then pump workouts.

The next gift was a new set of running shoes, practical but a gift you were more than happy about. Plus, they would be good for your pilates, so you couldn’t really deny the need for them.

“Alexia, if there is anything alive in this box then I’m going to lose it.”

The fourth parcel was the largest, a big box which contents you were completely uncertain of. Weirdly, Alexia had the tendency to always purchase something for chistmas that the two of you definitely did not need, and that was only going to make your lives harder. Lili had been harping on about wanting a dog, Nala, had unfortunately died when she was too young to remember. She was for whatever reason desperate to fill that hole, and you conceded that once Emi was a little bit older it was definitely a possibility, but not right now.

You nearly cried when you ripped the packaging open and were met with a brand new set of pans.

It was a random thing, and definitely not something to cry over, but it was something that you’d been secretly wanting for a while now.

“Mami, why is mommy crying over new pots and pans.”

Alexia snorted from the other side of the room.

“Because mommy has been saying naughty words every time she’s been cooking with our other pans and things have been getting stuck to them, so I decided it was time we got some new ones, because it’s not nice to use bad words.”

You rolled your eyes, Alexia was the worst role model for swearing, every time anything small annoyed her.

“Thank you, it’s a really good gift.”

Alexia smiled at you lopsidedly, pots and pans was her version of the worst christmas gift ever, but seeing your face light up was enough information to know that she’d done good.

“Ah, you’re crying now, and you haven’t even opened my final gift.”

You looked at Alexia sceptically, trying to figure out if this was one of her weird Christmas things. On your first christmas together, she’d brought you a bike, technically she’d bought two bikes, with the intention of the two of you using in the summer. What she hadn’t know, was that you had a slightly irrational fear of riding bikes, and refused to be within 2 metres of the two wheeled beasts.

Alexia wasn’t a bad gift giver, she was just really good at buying things that she wanted, but forgetting that she person was gifting them to wasn’t necessarily the ideal recipient.

“Lili, give your mommy the last one for me, yeah?”

Lili smiled at you, big and wide and for a second you worried, that it was going to be something you had to pretend you liked for the sake of not giving Lili a bad example.

“Mommy said best for last.”

She pulled a present out from nowhere, a small, long one that looked more like a gift card then anything else.

Good, nohing alive, nothing big or spacious.

You took a moment to compose yourself before smiling down at your daughter and opening the final one.

If you’d been crying before, then this gift had you close to sobbing.

“Mommy says that you deserve time off, just the two of you, so I’m going to stay with abuela and auntie alba for a few days with Emi and you two are going to have some alone time.”

You bit down on your lip, looking up at Alexia, waiting for the catch.

“Just you and me?”

Alexia nodded, a big smile playing on her lips as she looked at you from across the room.

“Just you and me, three nights in italy, your favourite.”

You werw willing yourself to not cry, but when Lili jumped into your arms, followed quickly by Alexia you couldn’t help yourself.

“Feliz Navidad, my love.”

You reached up to press your lips to Alexia’s ignoring the fake vomiting noises that your daughter was making, undoubtedly that she’d learnt from spending to much time with her auntie.

It was peaceful, it was wonderfully perfect and nothing that you would have imagined for this christmas to look like.

“Ale, I think the pancakes are burning, or the toast, or the bacon, something’s burning.”

Alexia snorted and you couldn’t help but join her, the two of you breaking into giggles when the smoke alarm started to scream from the kitchen.

“Feliz Navidad, baby.”

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lustrexia · 3 months ago

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tw: explicit, bisexuality, mlm, minors dni.

NSFW alphabet — Pablo Gavi x Reader

Requested by: @jfbidnk757 <3. Pablo Gavira horny alphabet. 18+.

A = Aftercare

• Pablo is a big fan of aftercare, he’d want you to cuddle him into the night after making him cum many times. He’d be all tired, drooling and spewing nonsense about something you can’t quite understand, he’s mostly out of it after fucking. Big kisser too! He’d use all bite no lips though, he’s rough when he wants to be.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

• Pablo’s own favorite body part is probably his eyes, there’s just something about them that’s so endearing, you are able to know when he’s about to cum by just looking at him, he’d be half lidded and his eyes would be blown out, like he’s in a trance.

His favorite part of his partner would probably be their smile or their neck, he’s a biter, he loves to mark you up, wants to make sure everyone knows that you’re his, only his.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

• Cum? Gavi loves it, he enjoys so much to drink and lick and have his face painted with it, he knows he looks pretty with a cock in his mouth, tongue out and salivating for you to come. Or maybe he just enjoys to give favors to his teammates, to open his mouth and be face fucked until he passes out. He’d diet on your cum though.

And he absolutely loves it when you let him go bare, he needs you to feel him, like really feel him inside. He doesn’t care that he’s going to get you pregnant, you’d be a good mommy for his children, even if you’re male.

D = Dirty secret

• He masturbates to his friend’s pics, sticking one or two fingers inside while moaning and whining. He’d rather die than to admit he finds Fermín attractive, it would only feed his ego for the worst.

He won’t tell you anything about it, but you will notice how he has pictures of you in his favorites folder on his iPhone. What would he be doing with those pics? He’d never tell.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

• Hook ups in Ibiza, guys on La Masía, João Félix when he’s bored probably, his list of people goes long, Gavi tends to be very slutty. He’d want you to punish him for it.

On the other hand, it’s great for you that he has experience, he knows how real pleasure feels like, he’d know what makes you wet like he’s wired for it. And he’s going to tease you until the end for it.

F = Favorite position

• Pablo seems to prefer intimate positions, like missionary, he’s a very intense guy, he wants to see your face and how you tremble under his touch. He’s aware that he’s a beautiful view to obsess over, so Gavi would want you to see him as bad as he wants to see you.

If you’re topping him, he’s really into doggystyle, it’s degrading, makes him feel like an object to use and discard: just what he needs and wants. Is he acting bratty? Just get him on his knees and hands, he will arch his back to let you do anything you want to do anyways.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

• He’s not really the goofy guy on bed, when you’re intimate with him, it’s a very important moment for him, he’s vulnerable, Gavi is presenting his body on a silver plate for you to take a bite off, Pablo is very sensitive, treat him like a good boy and he’ll spoil you forever.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

• He’s clean shaven everywhere except his happy trail, makes you want to explore him all around. He smells good and his skin is baby soft, makes you want to ruin him even more.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

• He’s a hopeless romantic that wants it rough. Both ways. He’d fuck you like he’s some desperate hungry soul and kiss you good night afterwards. And Gavi would like for you to fuck him like he’s the only thing that ever mattered in the world.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

• When he’s really horny, he humps his pillow with his eyes closed, thinking about his partner. It’s not enough, leaves him starving when he finishes. You notice he’s extra needy that night, you really don’t know why.

Pablo Gavi wants you that much.

K = Kink

• Gavira has many kinks, he’s that horny. Breeding kink, he wants your kids so bad. He’s a bratty submissive for some, bratty top for others. His attitude is something he doesn’t change at all, he wants it and he wants it now! Deserves some punishment for being that entitled, doesn’t he?

Shame that he adores to be punished. He’d never learn his lesson. Orgasm denial is a big thing for him too, all kinky, wanting to be pushed around and held back so he doesn’t cum right there.

Maybe he’ll act like he doesn’t want to just for the show of it, when in reality, all he cares for right now is for you to take him all.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

• Pablo is known for being impulsive, hotheaded even. Public places? Yes. He’d expect for you to suck him dry anywhere, pulling down his pants and pushing your body down with his hands on your shoulders.

His favorite place to do it is on the couch, where it’s all casual and even familiar to him. He’s a sucker for domesticity.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

• You would be surprised on how easy it is to get this boy horny. Simple eye contact? He wants you right now. A light touch of arms? Get your clothes off he’s going to eat you out. Being alone in a room? You can hear his mental clock ticking, waiting for you to make a move.

But, specifically: adrenaline. After a particularly sought after win or a final, he’d be extra motivated to get you in bed, filled to the brim with happiness hormones and serotonin.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

• Pablo is a very open person when it’s about sex, but you notice he’s not really interested in extreme sensory depriving stuff like breathing play or not being able to actually see you. He’s a sensory guided type of man, wants to see and feel everything.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

• For Gavi, it’s fifty fifty. He’s really into receiving oral sex and even more into giving it. His wet pink tongue works like magic against your private parts, it moves in circles and spells letters that you didn’t even know about their existence. But god it feels good.

His mouth feels hot against your body, he’d eat and lick everywhere sucking on the sensitive parts and kissing your thighs while he’s at it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

• Gavira is usually rough and fast, totally out of control, chasing his own pleasure with an egoism that turns you on, almost like he’s using your body like a sex toy, losing himself in the euphoria of being inside of you. He’s covered in a layered of pearly sweat, and he’s frantically panting, grunting even.

Makes you cum and leaves you with your legs trembling.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

• Yes, yes and YES. Laporta probably would have to have a talk with him about public indecency, to remind him that he can’t possibly be that horny to just do quickies with his teammates after matches or training. But he is, and he loves it. Bathroom sex, changing room blowjobs, eating people out in some room at parties, he’s all up for the adventure.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

• Gavi is a big risk taker, he’s totally ready to experiment with new kinks and positions, you will catch him holding back a new lame trashy nickname like mommy or daddy when you’re on top of him, you just know it when he wants to try something, it shows on his pretty face.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

• He can go for many rounds, he doesn’t last very long though, it’s not easy for him to control his need to come when he’s all about feeling good and taking things head on. If Pablo comes first, even before you, he’d make sure you cum by other means.

And fuck, he does have a nice wet tongue, he’s begging you to let him use it on you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

• Pablo would probably buy a vibrator and never tell a soul about it. He has it hidden on some obvious place. His mom probably knows about it already. They don’t talk about it.

His sister will tease him about it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

• Likes to tease, dislikes it when he gets teased. He’s pretty unfair himself, he’d make flirty remarks if you cum too soon or he’d inflate his own ego.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

• Fuck Pablo is loud. It’s all he knows when he communicates sexually, moans, grunts, pants, dirty talk. His neighbors hate him.

He does have a nice voice, his moans fill the room lewdly, accompanied by the sound of skin touching skin. Slurred, slutted out and barely comprehensible he talks to you, it’s hot to know that he feels so amazing that he can’t even say a sentence properly.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

• Probably into poppers. He’d be the guy to ask you for them at the gay function. You probably don’t have any and he’s so pissed off at that fact. He’d still let you fuck him, even if he’s convinced himself he’s “straight”.

Nice little slutty straight boy that opened his legs for you easily so then.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

• He’s big. Of course he is, look at that bulge, he totally is. Doesn’t mean he’s not into bottoming. But if you’re into it, he’s big, you’d need lube for it to fit into you.

Toned body but thickly so, meaty. He’s a refreshing boyish beauty.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

• This. Guy. Is. Too. Horny. Can’t stress it enough, needy, all despondent on it. You can punish him a little by denying what he wants most, sex.

Pablo gets a hard on very easy, look at him the right way and he’s ready. Dress up all sexy and he’s all yours too. He’s jealous, won’t let you go out dressed like that, you better go change before he gets possessive and territorial.

You are his. He’s yours.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

So quick it’s almost funny to his partner. Could be talking to him for a minute or so and he’s snoring by the end of it. He snores loudly. You think it’s cute. He’s embarrassed by it.

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So this is Gavi’s alphabet 🩷. I hope you liked it, my requests are open if you’d like to ask for something similar or anything!

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