#christian varela x reader

[d-targaryenshoe]

Pink Haze - Samuel Garcia

Word Count: 2354

Summary: A Valentines day party never ends well when drinking and love is involved, right?

14th February, a day you'd rather not celebrate in a part where it was all about the amount of money that was being collected as everyone tried to purchase themselves a date. 

It wasn't your favorite party this far but you didn't have any choice since Rebeka basically forced you to go, making sure she wouldn't make a fool of herself. 

"This is some fucking shit you're pulling on me." You inhaled the smoke of your cigarette, leaning against the wall as you were dressed in a pink satin two-piece. "I know I'm single but still, joder."

"See? You're single, there are a lot of choices tonight." Rebeka winked at you, accepting the cigarette you were holding out, slightly smirking. "It's one big dinner, one fucking tasty dinner."

"You know what's a dinner, eh? Eating pizza, masturbating, and drowning yourself in wine." You tried to be serious but seeing Rebeka's face you both fell into a fit of laughter. "See?"

"Just try to see if there's someone you like." Rebeka shrugged, destroying the cigarette under her pink boots.

"You two truly look superior, have you seen him yet?" Cayetana nervously shifted back and forth, not truly feeling at her safest at this point. "Yes or no, will do."

You and Rebeka shook your heads in a no, making Cayetana rub her forehead. "Fuck, I don't want to start a conversation with him."

"You don't have to, eh? We are with you." Rebeka smiled, throwing her arm around Caye's shoulder as she leaned her head against Cayetana's, chuckling softly. "No worries."

"Caye, can we talk?"

You turned around noticing the prince standing behind Cayetana, scratching the back of his neck as he already felt the two stares of you and Rebeka.

"No, you cannot, and you wanna know why, eh? It's because you can't keep your rich dirty hands to yourself but instead of that you use our friend as the prey for your sick fantasies, the only thing I can ask, is to kindly fuck off and search for another target tonight, día de San Valentín (Valentine's Day), my ass." You pointed at the door, giving him one of your hardest glares before he got the hint, stepping towards the door.

"You really shouldn't have done that, y/n." Cayetana sighed as she took the glass of champagne from a waiter expressing a quiet 'thank you. "He and Paris Hilton are practically teaming up against me, you made it worse."

"I'm not shitting myself for her, he created this, vale (okay)?" You shrugged your shoulders, glancing at Rebeka as she nodded, knowing it was certainly Philipe who began all of this. "See?"

"He's a dick, won't deny that, but he brought this on himself, Caye, y/n's right." Rebeka lit herself another cigarette, inhaling the smoke. "Although that shower of soda at the movie last week, was a-maz-ing."

The three of you fell into a fit of laughter, remembering how Cayetana turned her back to grab the cup of Soda from Philipe's hand and spill it all over Isadora's head.

"Ah, we're having a nice time, gossiping about the new girl I see?"

The three of you noticed Isadora walking up to you, dressed in a baby pink two-piece decorated with a bow on her chest and two feather gloves as her hair was decorated with silver pearls. 

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." She rolled her eyes at Rebeka, giving each of you a glowing number in a heart-shaped necklace. "That's your number for tonight, you should get in, you're already fucking with my schedule."

"Your schedule?" Cayetana furrowed her eyebrows at the girl, positioning her number 39 around her neck. "You? A schedule? Okay."

"She's right, a schedule? Since when do you have a schedule? I thought your schedule was just the moment when you swallowed pills or sniffed powder?" You smirked to yourself as you detected how fast her smile faded. 

"You see, y/n is having a good time already, so how about you leave us to it?" Rebeka fake-smiled at the blonde girl, still holding her number 13 in her hands. "You're not going to give up are you?"

Isadora shook her head, placing your number 20 around your neck, patting your cheek, before opening the door as the four of you began to walk inside the pink-decorated party.

"What the hell is this? Did Barbie throw up in here?" Cayetana chuckled to herself, crossing her arms.

"Babes, how's it going? Let me clarify a little bit to you how this whole thing functions, yeah? Everyone here tonight has an app on our phones. Associate and keep an eye out for the person you like the most and make a mental note of the number they're wearing, next up you go back into the app and enter the number, that's how you're going to put bids in for that person, that's how you'll score your date" Isadora talked through the microphone, standing behind her booth.

"Okay first off all, what kind of shit is that, what am I? An antique vase?" You looked to your left, where Rebeka was still standing a few moments ago, and so was Cayetana, but now no one was. "How lovely.."

"y/n? Sorry, my name's Ivan, one of the new guys, nice to meet you." A tanned boy spoke up, handing you a mojito cocktail, kissing both your cheeks in courtesy. "You look incredible tonight."

You chuckled to yourself, setting your lips to the straw, noticing how the boy didn't move for an inch, still beaming at you, making it almost creepy. "I'm gonna go and check out the stage of Paris Hilton, I'll see you at school, yeah?"

"Sure, have a nice time!" He yelled over the music as you put your hand in the air, showing him that you've heard what he had yelled to you.

You stepped closer and closer to the stage as you heard some funky music being played by Isadora, even though the blonde DJ looked rather frustrated before she held a pink microphone and two girls started to point with pink guns.

"Babes, I want everyone to pay attention to me because this Valentine's day party is about to get real spicy about fucking now." She strode over the small catwalk, catching your eyes as she smirked. "Cupid was also invited and as the host, I do need to ask him this, who's your first target?"

Fake gunshots were heard through the venue until a spotlight was shining down on you and two guns pointed in the direction as well, as you facepalmed yourself, wanting to disappear into the ground and never come back.

"y/n, our loner of this evening, I love this." Isadora laughed, strolling down the stage as she held your hand, leading you up the small stairs. "Jeez, live a little, let loose, right now I'm not your rival, I'm the fucking host."

"Well, hello hello hello, what do you guys think of this good looking snack, eh?" Isadora grinned at the audience as they started applauding and screaming at the view of the two of you. "That's what I thought!"

You turned the button in your head as you started moving your body to the reggaeton song that was playing, stepping towards the end of the catwalk and back to Isadora.

"Isn't she hot?" The crowd started cheering once again. " Alright party people, there you have it in lights, number 20, the only back luck that this number might bring you tonight is if someone takes her home and that special someone isn't you." 

"Now I want to wet my tongue for a bit, joder (fuck)." You walked off the stage, stealing a girl's glass of whiskey, drinking it as a shot while the liquid raced down your throat before you muttered a quiet sorry to her, handing her the empty glass back.

"You are starting to reach your high, no?" Rebeka laughed, putting a hand on your shoulder before Cayetana joined the two of you, carrying three vodka red bulls, handing each one of you a glass.

"Reaching my high? Nah, that's only when I've had a good fuck, Rebe, Caye, come on, join y/n's late-night dirty talk." You smiled, kissing your best friend's cheek, and placing your arm around her shoulder. "Have you seen someone you want to fuck yet?"

Rebeka snorted at your bold question but decided to keep quiet and just take a sip from her glass, staring at the two of you.

"Honestly, no, boys aren't the main concern for me at the moment, y/n." Cayetana sighed, placing her head on top of yours, slowly moving from side to side on the music, sipping from her glass. "What about you?"

"Well I have for the last five years, the most well-known waiter of Las Encinas, Samuel Garcia, everyone fucking knows, why would you even ask that shit to me, Caye." You muttered, emptying the glass and slamming it down onto the round table. "Otra ronda de tragos! (another round of drinks!)"

You felt Rebeka place an arm around your waist, leading you away from the table with booze. "Eh, y/n, you've had enough, joder (fuck), you should head home and sleep it all out."

"She's right, y/n, we'll find someone to bring you home or to nap somewhere, you're too far gone," Cayetana spoke as she attempted to hold in her laugh while you ignored both of them and moved your hips to the reggaeton music, booing Isadora who was trying to sort out her music. 

"Caye, stay here with her, I'm gonna search for him." Rebeka pointed at your dancing body before walking off and searching for Samuel in the mass of drunk and dancing teenagers.

Coming to a halt she noticed Samuel standing in a corner, taking a sip from his beer, awkwardly moving to the music, catching Rebeka walking up to him. 

"Can y/n sleep at yours?" She questioned, taking away his beer, giving it over to a random student, and placing her hands on her hips. "coño (fuck), you here?"

"Come again? Sleep at mine?" Samuel furrowed his eyebrows, putting his hands in the pockets of his purple jacket, slightly turning red on his face. "Rebe, you know I can't."

"So now you're shitting your pants? Because I ask you if the girl you've been jerking off to since forever can sleep at your place because she's fucking drunk and doesn't notice the difference between a unicorn or a horse at this point?" She rambled, shoving his shoulder in frustration. 

"No, it's because it's y/n, she's not Carla or Ari, you know that shit too." He sighed.

"So you'll do it?" Rebeka lifted an eyebrow at the boy, holding her arm out, signaling for him to start walking with her.

"If this turns out bad, I'll forever hate you," Samuel murmured as he started to follow Rebeka through the crowd, coming to a halt when he caught you dancing on stage with Isadora while Cayetana shouted at you to come down.

He placed his hand on Caye's shoulder, climbing on stage himself before he took a hold of your hand, drawing you away from Isadora, helping you down the small stairs. 

"Samu! You've been hiding from me all night eh? Shame on you." You put a hand on your heart, pulling a face as if you were in serious pain, making him chuckle. "Oh, it laughs."

"Come on, I have the duty of keeping you away from doing anything idiotic, so let's go," Samuel said, guiding you out of the building.

To say that the way to Samu's house went smoothly was an understatement, aside from the moments when you walked up to strangers, threw up in trash cans, and climbed on statues, everything went pretty well as you arrived at his front door.

"There's only one bed, I don't know how you feel about sharing." Samuel scratched the back of his neck as he threw his keys on the kitchen table, taking off his jacket while pouring you a glass of water. "y/n?"

"Sharing is fine, I may be drunk, but the company of a friend is always nice." You opened the zipper from your satin skirt as you stepped out of it, noticing Samuel taking in a breath. "Fucking hell, Samu, it's just a skirt, yeah?"

You accepted the glass of water, taking a sip from it, before turning your back towards Samuel, pointing at the buttons of your satin top on the back. "Wanna help for a sec?"

"Vale (okay), of course, I'm not the best with buttons, so.." You fiddled with your fingers while you felt Samuel working on the buttons on your top until the straps fell on the sides of your shoulders. 

You pulled the top over your head, putting it on the kitchen stool before strolling over to Samu's bedroom, already knowing your way in this house after 5 years, dragging the sheets over your body, you turned on your side, feeling the bed descent, but already being slipping into the darkness.

It was easy to say that last night you did let yourself go, opening your eyes you noticed Samuel sitting at his desk, headphones on his head while fulfilling an assignment for school, beaming to yourself you pushed yourself off the bed, sneaking up to him quietly.

You placed your arms around his neck, placing your head on his shoulder, smiling to yourself before he took the headphones off his head. "Slept well?"

You nodded your head on his shoulder, rotating around the desk chair on wheels, softly sitting down on his lap, leaning your forehead against his. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For putting up with me yesterday, for the last five years, for being you?" You shrugged your shoulders, noticing his stare. "What?"

"Can I kiss you?" He placed his hand on your hips, already regretting his words. "I shouldn't ha-"

Before he could answer you placed your lips on his, placing your hand on his cheek, as he got up from the chair and carried you back to the bed, recreating his own pink haze.

[cacoetheswriting]

studying buddy - christian varela

Warnings: swearing, nsfw (sex, unprotected sex) Word Count: 1,252 Request By: anonymous : “Heyy!! I love your writing so much and I was wondering if you could write a Christian imagine where you are a Las Encinas top student and Polo’s sister Idk and you are helping him study and end up having sex and sharing their feelings for one another? I know it’s kinda specific but I don’t find any Christian imagine and yours a amazing!! Xx”

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“In which of Shakespeare’s plays do the following three characters appear: Oberon, Titania and Lysander.” 

Christian tapped his pencil nervously against the table as you waited for a response to the sample quiz question. With his free hand he ran his fingers through his hair and let out a sigh. “Come on Christian. I know you know this.” 

“Midsummer something, right?” He said sheepishly and you nodded with a smile. “What’s the full title?” He furrowed his eyebrows trying to think.

You first agreed to help Christian study back in November, it was now coming up to the end of year exams and the two of you were still as committed. He desperately needed the help if he wanted to pass and move onto the next year, and you had the help added as an extra credit - it was a win win for everybody. 

“A Midsummer Night's Dream!” Christian exclaimed raising his arms in the air excitedly. You couldn't help but laugh. “That’s correct.” “Fuck Y/N, I didn't think I’d get that one.” He looked down at his notes before glancing back up at you. 

“Can we take a break?” Christian asked. “Sure.” 

He closed his book and laid down on the floor of your bedroom. The two of you found pretty early on that the floor was just the most comfortable when it came to long hours of cramming knowledge. 

“You know I would fail if it wasn't for you.” Christian said after a brief moment of silence. “I’m sure you would find someone else to help you.” You replied while getting on your feet. “No-one is as good as you Y/N. Top of our class, a step away from getting into medical school, soon to be hot shot doctor.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Okay smooth talker, close your eyes I’m going to quickly get changed out of this uniform.” 

Christian lifted his hands to cover his eyes. You watched him do so to make sure he really wasn't looking before turning your back to him and slowly unzipping your skirt. The garment fell to the floor revealing your lacy beige panties. 

You’ve done this before, change in front of Christian. He pretended not to see anything and you pretended like you didn't know he was secretly watching your every move. 

He let his hands fall so they were now resting on his chest. His eyes gazed over your half-naked body hungrily - god you were fucking hot. Trying to make as little noise as possible he sat back up and leaned against your bed frame, his eyes still peeled to your behind. 

You unbuttoned your white shirt and gently pulled it off revealing first your bare shoulders and then the rest of your back. Carefully you hung it on a free hanger in your opened wardrobe. 

Christian could feel his member twitch in his pants. With one hand now on his crotch he swallowed his breath. There you were once again almost naked right in front of him. The matching beige set of bra and panties perfectly complimented your glowing skin. Christian tried to imagine what your breasts looked like in that bra only making him hornier.

You bent over to pick up the skirt that was still on the floor. With your ass inches away from his face Christian lost it. He knew then that he couldn't take it anymore and he had to have you now.

As quietly as he could, he got to his feet and stepped up behind you. Slowly, you started lightly rubbing your shoulders and massaging your neck very gently. When you didn't argue, Christian began to kiss the back of your neck until he reached just behind your ear. 

His hands travelled from your shoulders down your arms before finding their way to your waist. He squeezed your hips gently and a light moan escaped your lips making him smile. 

Satisfied with himself, he pulled you back by your hips so that the two of you fell backwards on the bed. His back hit the soft mattress, and your back lay perfectly on top of him. He wrapped his muscly arms around you and in one swift motion Christian was the one on top. 

Your faces now inches away from each other. 

He kissed you hard. His lips were soft and his breath minty fresh. With the kiss it was clear that any hesitation was being thrown out the window, from now on everything was going to be fuelled by immense hunger and desire.

His hands explored your body as you moaned against his lips. You could feel his hard member through his pants against your thigh only adding to the lust.

You began to undo the buttons of his shirt and helped him take the garment completely off. Gently, you traced your fingers down his muscled physique exploring every nook you could find. As you fumbled with his belt buckle, Christian played with your breasts - first over the bra, then he pulled it down revealing your perfectly sized bosom. His fingers squeezing your nipples, twisting them in every direction.

It wasn't long before he put them in his mouth. Your back arched at the initial contact. “Mhmmm.” You could feel Christin grin against your chest as he sucked on one nipple and played with the other one.

He pulled away briefly to take off his trousers and boxers. His member sprung into view and you licked your lips. With his teeth, Christian removed your panties. Your legs quivered as he slipped his pointer finger into your dripping pussy lips. His other hand still twisting your nipple.

Slowly he slid his finger in and out of you - he couldn't believe how wet you were. When one finger just didn't feel like enough, Christian slipped in another and then another. You couldn't help but moan. “Fuck.”

He could feel your pussy tightening around his fingers. You were close. 

He pulled his fingers out and adjusted his position so that his dick rest in the front of your slit. His face was now once again aligned with yours.  Another moan escaped your lips as Christian entered you. The first thrust was slow, almost timid. The second thrust was more confident and Christian picked up his speed. 

He started to pull back again, and with all his strength he slammed his cock fully into you. Both of you now breathing hard. Your body met his thrusts as your nipple found his mouth, he sucked and nibbled harder than before. Swiftly, he lift your legs to his shoulders so he could penetrate you deeper.

With each thrust you moaned softly into his ear. The room filled with the smell of sex only driving the two of you more insane.

You could feel coming to a bring of an orgasm. It was a matter of minutes before you exploded with him still inside of you. The sudden release of juices drove Christian over the edge. He groaned against your chest and filled you up with cum. 

It took the two of you a moment to steady your breathing. 

He rolled over so that he was now laying beside you, his face tilted slightly to look at yours. “Fuck Y/N.” “Yeah..” You breathed.

Christian lifted his hand and traced a loose strand of hair away from your face, behind your ear. 

“Call me crazy but I think I love you.” He whispered. You couldn't help but smile. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”

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[cacoetheswriting]

on track | christian varela expósito

Fandom: Elite Pairing: Christian x Female!Reader Warnings: n/a Word Count: 642 Summary: After an exhilarating competition, you celebrate your success with Christian in an unconventional way.

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And you ran, the warm breeze colliding into you. A jolt in your step as the sound of the pistol faded in the distance. Your feet pounded the tarmac as you quickened your pace to an all out sprint as with the grace of a gazelle. Your head bobbed loosely from side to side as you tried to keep your breath steady. 

The cheering crowd chanting your name as you completed the lap. The burning in your lungs intensified. Your legs began to feel numb and unsteady. 

Christian watched from the sidelines wearing school colours and screaming at the top of his lungs. His hands clapping harder with every step you took. 

A roar of enthusiasm exploded as you crossed the finish line. The spectators screaming your name over and over and over again as your team mates lifted you up in glee - you beat your own high score.

The team coach congratulated you as the next race began, “Thanks to you we might have just won this thing!” He exclaimed. “Phenomenal!” 

Salty droplets of sweat fell down your face like soft summer rain. It dripped down your back creating a dark unappealing stripe. You regained your breath while gulping down iced cold water. 

Christian called your name making you spin around on your heel and strut over to the sidelines. He was standing at the barrier with a beaming smile spread across his face. 

“You were fantastic!” Christian exclaimed as he reached across the fence and gently grabbed your face. “I am so proud.” You smiled back at him before standing on your tippy toes and placing a kiss on his lips.

The two of you looked into each others eyes for a moment. He brushed the loose strands of your hair away and leaned in to kissed you again. “I’ll meet you after, okay?” You said as he pulled away. “Okay.” 

Christian disappeared back into the crowd as you walked back to your team bench. The roaring screams for the next and last race erupted. You joined in, clapping your hands. 

The chequered flag of the finishing line waved as butterfly wings in the hot summer air. Soon it was over. Your team had won.

Excited screams spread through the crowd like wildfire. 

The group of excited teens rushed to the centre of the field, doing backflips and stunts to show their glee. Your coach accepted the trophy on everyones behalf, he made a short speech, you posed for photos and waved at the smiling crowd.

The celebration went on into the night. One of the nightclubs turned into party central for the whole school yet that’s not where you wanted to be. 

Instead, you and Christian were cradled together on a bench in the town’s square. A brown McDonald’s bag in his lap, he fed you fries one by one. You rested your head on his shoulder.

“Dude, words can’t describe how proud I am of you.” You scoffed softly. “You already told me like one hundred times.” “Because it’s true.”

He kissed the top of your head. 

“You’ve come so far.” Christian mumbled as he took a bite of his cheeseburger. “I remember when we used to race through the streets before we were even dating, and you would always beat me-” “Yeah, but I thought you were letting me.” You responded. “Letting you?! Honey, I never let you win.”

He chuckled. It was nice to be with someone that supported you unconditionally. It was an incredible feeling to feel so appreciated and Christian never failed to make you feel anything else.

You liked to think that he pushed you harder, to do better, and he was the reason that every time you were on that track you wanted to reach the finish line just a little bit quicker.

He was your rock. You were so lucky.

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