Warnings: Alcohol, Swearing Smut! Dom/Sub relationship, Dom Rafa!
A/N: So this really did start out as a cute little fluffy fic and then the smut took over and it got really really dirty! Also, I know this is a little ahead of Valentine’s day but I have a Daveed one shot coming out this week and I’m hoping this will soften the blow. Lol I feel a bit evil being that elusive but oh well! Enjoy!
It’s hard to recall who brought it up tonight, The conversation of exes was always discussed for a short time during a night in with Y/n’s friends, but this time it was different. It was a dateless Valentines day for her and her close friends and they decided to stay in together. But love was in the air and it dominated their evening. They had managed to turn the talk of past relationships and flings into one hell of a drinking game. They had reminisced on long nights spent wrapped up in other people, the good, the great and the downright awful. Everyone’s hit list came under fire, Y/n's included, but there was one that was yet to be targeted.
One of her very drunk friends brought his name into the game. She knew it was coming and smiled devilishly as his name entered the arena. “Okay Y/n, what about Rafael? You never speak about him and after all this time I need more detail than ‘it just didn’t work out.’” She imitated you chuckling drunkenly.
“There’s not much to tell.” Y/n tried to fight the smile she welcomed seconds ago. Determined to hide her happiness as she relived the memories of their relationship. A unanimous cheer of bullshit flew at her from all directions and she knew the time had come to let them into the world she kept locked up tightly. It wasn’t that she had tried to hide it, but she liked that by keeping to herself then it stayed purely between them, no one could ruin it if they were none the wiser.
“Well I’m not lying, it didn’t end badly. It just came to a natural end.” She felt the room darken, the spotlight hit her face and her friends closed in on her, ready to hear this long awaited tale of these two past lovers. “It was incredible when we were together and it’s something I’ll always treasure. Better to have loved and lost and all that crap, right?”
“You sidestepping the juicy stuff, why did it end really?”
Y/n searched for the right words, it felt so unfamiliar to explain this. “It was just a case of the right person, wrong time. We were both still immature and wanted to be selfish. Not long after we got together, he began getting more famous and I was finishing up at grad school. We weren’t willing to make time for one another and were being pulled in different directions, so we called it a day. No bitterness, no anger. Just a mutual decision before someone ended up getting hurt.” She confirmed.
“Would you go back?” The fourth member of the group asked.
“Well… Never say never but only if it was the right time for both of us.” She tiptoed around the answer. She knew she wouldn’t hesitate going back down Rafa’s road, reminiscing by herself was one thing but it didn’t come close to the real thing. But her friends didn’t need to know that, they’d had enough truth for one night. “I can't imagine talking about any of my ex’s like that. I’ve only dated arseholes.” They all agreed.
That seemed to satisfy their craving for the time being and they moved on to another ex, but not before Y/n was handed a shot of tequila to down for telling her story. The night continued on in the same fashion, sharing stories and drinking copious amounts of alcohol. For Y/n, that conversation about Rafa had changed everything. She still played her part, as though it was water off a duck’s back; but, she could feel the droplets of their memories seeping through her armour attaching themselves to her nerves.
No one understood the effect Rafael had on her, she stored her memories of him in a box to protect herself. He was a drug and she had been heavily addicted to him. Losing him didn’t hurt mentally, she was prepared that he might not be hers forever; but physically, she’d always be in recovery. She hadn’t noticed the evening slipped away from her, it was a blur of shapes and colours as her mind travelled elsewhere. By the time she was tucked up in bed, her head was swimming from the spirits and the echoes of the past, she knew that sleep was still so far off tonight. Alone and without the distraction of her friends she was drawn in by the siren once again, she could feel the soft touches, hear the belly rumbling laugh, see the charming smile.
For the second time that evening she blacked out and lost herself in her thoughts, it was already too late by the time she recovered. He picked up after two rings, she felt the air leave her lungs. “Y/n? Is that you? Is everything okay?” His voice chimed through the speaker of the phone. She could hear the worry in his voice and instantly regretted her actions. There was no good reason for her to be calling after all this time.
“Everything’s fine Rafa.” Her voice caught in your throat, barely managing a whisper.
“Okay…”
“Sorry I know this is totally out of the blue. I didn’t even mean to call you. I just-” Y/n’s words slurred at the end of her unfinished sentence. The image of her became clearer to Rafa on the other end of the phone. He had been in this exact position many times since they split. Drunk, lonely and missing the person who gave you the most, the only difference was he was too cowardly to press the call button. They had both imagined this scenario a million and one times before but now the moment had arrived they were both lost for words.
“So, you need something?” He inquired hopefully. Y/n tried to collect her drunken thoughts and attempted to string them into a coherent sentence. “We were good together huh?” It wasn’t clear whether it was a question or a general statement to him and she wasn’t sure herself.
“We were great together, but we were leading different lives at the time.”
“Hmmm. I’m sorry, my friends asked about you tonight and I just couldn’t get you off my mind. I’ll leave you to it.” She mumbled ashamedly.
“No wait-”
“Yeah?”
“I’m in town for the weekend, I wasn’t going to reach out because you know it’s been a while.” Rafa went quiet, it was an awkward moment of static air and two years of distance between them. He didn’t need to say it, but ‘a while’ was an understatement. He pulled himself out of the past, continuing, “I’m in the studio with Diggs right now but I could stop by when I’m done? We can catch up?”
She silently weighed up the options, it was already really late and she wasn’t sure she could stay awake that long; however, she knew she couldn’t pass up this opportunity. They may never get this chance again. “Bring some wine with you.”
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It was gone two in the morning when Rafa appeared at her door, with a soft knock and two bottles of wine. They both felt it, it was a strange sense of homecoming and safety, but it was too foreign to recognise after so long apart. They talked well into the early hours of Saturday morning, catching one another up on their lives and the lives of their loved ones. It seemed they had both ticked the large goals off of their very long checklists.
By the end of the second bottle the sun peeked through the dusky early morning clouds, the night time would soon be forgotten. They have exhausted all topics, purposely sidestepping the topic of their relationship; although, it was at the forefront of both of their minds. Rafa couldn’t stop his mind wandering and in his inebriated state he decided to take the leap of faith and turn the conversation back to old times.
“I can’t believe I'm actually back here, you haven’t changed much since I was here last.” He observed. “There’s a lot of memories of us in this place.” They both smiled at one another silently reminiscing. He was testing the waters and seeing your smile prompted him to push further. “Being back here reminds me of how good you were as a sub for me. Never come close to replicating what we had.” Y/n turned her head to stare at him, her throat ran dry. Shocked by his honesty but unsurprised, he always was big on praise when it was well deserved. She fought the smile that appeared on her face but was overcome with pride. She felt herself being transported back back to the beginning when she was naive to the real world. A sinless twenty-something year old that handed herself to the dominant man that sat opposite her now, ready for ruin.
“Oh really?” She inquired sweetly and he nodded no longer staring at her face, instead his eyes raked down her body hungrily before returning to her face.
“There’s no one else quite like you.” He uttered darkly, checking for signs he had gone too far, that she wanted him to stop. There were none, Y/n’s face gave her away completely and Rafael could still read her like his favourite book. She was silently crying out to him, asking for permission to be ravished all over again. She had left this world behind her with the end of their relationship two years ago. It didn’t feel right exploring this with anyone else, this was reserved for Rafa only. It seemed right to her as he opened her up to this in the first place.
He wore a knowing smirk and inched closer to her, taking her by surprise as he grabbed her by the neck roughly and tightened his grip. She was held and getting minimal oxygen to her brain and she loved it. He pulled her face to his, crashing their lips together. They moved in sync with one another, exploring the familiarity of this and revelling in it. Rafa pulled back, still grasping her neck and littered her skin with rough, needy kisses. “Bedroom. Now.” He whispered against her skin in between kisses.
He pushed her roughly down onto the mattress and she stared up in lustful fear meeting his dark gaze, the anticipation drenched the room, it coursed through Y/n’s veins. “You still remember our safe word Princess?” He questioned expectantly. She let out a shaky breath, elated to hear her favourite pet name and mistakenly she nodded, wordlessly. He dropped down to her level, never breaking their eye contact. “Since when did you stop using verbal responses?” He shook his head disappointed. “Are you really going to kick this off with a punishment Y/n?”
“No sir.”
He nodded, standing back up. He towered over her smaller frame, pulling his belt free from his jeans and slapped it loudly against his hand. The sound vibrated through her body and her knees felt weak. “I’m going to give you a chance to rectify this. Do you remember our safe word?”
“Cherries, sir.” She responded without hesitation this time. He hovered over her and took her face firmly in his hand. “Now that’s my good girl. You still keep your vibrator in the draw?” He smirked down at her.
She gulped loudly and began to nod before finding her voice and avoiding her punishment. “Yep top draw.”
He retrieved it, handing it to her wordlessly. “I want you to strip down and show me how good you make yourself feel with it.” He commanded, taking a seat in the chair opposite the bed. “I’m waiting.” She didn’t need to be told again and slowly removed her shorts and oversized night shirt, not breaking eye contact with him as she exposed herself to him. As she reached round to remove her lacey red bra he held his hand out to her. “Stop for a second and come here. I need to admire that body up close before I turn you into a withering mess.”
She stood in front of him in just her underwear, bare but not exposed. She felt safe with him and a familiar burning ache rested between her thighs. She straddled her legs either side one of his, just in case he wanted that access to her. He reached behind her back and undid her bra and it slipped off her chest. He left soft kisses along the valley of her breasts, before slowly taking each of her nipples in his mouth. He lightly grazed his teeth along each nipple and Y/n sighed softly in response. The soft moment was fleeting and he turned her around swiftly and sent a hard slap against her ass. He bent her forward, slowly pulled down her thong to reveal her dripping wetness. He muttered to himself quietly about his view and felt his jeans become tighter. He reached forward and ghosted his long index finger along her slit, he threatened to enter her there and give her some relief but Y/n messed up and pushed herself back towards his hand, desperate for more. He pulled back and pulled her back up roughly into a sitting position onto his lap, she could feel how excited he was and felt herself leaking onto his jeans. He ran his hand up to her neck and squeezed as he had earlier. “Now go and fuck yourself on that toy for me.”
She laid down on the bed, positioned in the middle, directly in front of her and spread her legs wide enough so that he had a full view of her. “What setting do you want, Sir?” She asked sweetly.
“Let’s start off easy and build up to the intense setting that I know you love.” She did as she was told and rubbed the vibrator along her slit just as he had done with his finger. She quickly let it rest against her clit and cried out at the direct contact on her most sensitive area. Rafa wasn’t satisfied. “Turn it up.”
“Yes sir.” She cried out blissfully following her orders. She lifted her hips up to grind into the vibrator more creating more friction for herself. Rafa undid his jeans and stroked himself as he watched her relentlessly grind into her toy. “Tell me who this is for Princess.”
“You sir.” She whimpered in response.
“Good girl, now turn it up to the highest setting and ride it like it’s my dick.” She whined in response as she was instructed once again. She held the vibrator in place and climbed on top of it. Rafa swore at the site of her bouncing up and down quickly, watching as her breast bounced along with her rhythm. He could see how close she was, the pleasure written on her face.
“Can I cum please?” She cried out again, not forgetting her manners or their rules.
“Yes.” The sight of her undoing in such a vulnerable position and undeniably Rafa felt his cock twitch in pants. He watched on as she writhed in pleasure silently whispering a litter of curses in the aftermath of her ecstasy and finally collapsed down on the bed.
Rafa wasted no time undressing himself and crawled onto the bed. He littered her entire body with praiseful kisses as he made his way up to her face. “You did so good Princess, you did me proud. But, I’m not done with you yet, I need to know whether you think you can continue?” His harsh and unrelenting demeanor dropped long enough to check in with her. This had always happened and Y/n knew it was the reason she enjoyed this so much. It was always safe, even when it wasn’t supposed to be.
“Yes sir, anything for you.”
“Good. Now turnover. Hands behind your back, Ass in the air.” He commanded and disappeared from the bed. Y/n wasted no time getting into position for him. Her legs shook under her weight, still recovering from her first orgasm. The cool leather of his belt came into contact with her back and Rafa tied the belt tightly around her wrists to restrain her. “What a beautiful sight this is. You’ve been so well behaved. I expected nothing but misbehaving after such a long time.” Although he was talking to her, she knew that she wasn’t supposed to answer. He leant himself on top of her and she could feel his hard dick sliding along her folds. She let out a loud whine and Rafa caught her by the throat again. “Uh uh. I don’t want to hear a sound out of you. One noise and this all ends. Nod if you understand me Princess.”
She nodded silently and he pulled back, lining himself up with her entrance. He slid inside her slowly, sighing loudly. “Fuck Princess, I forgot how good you felt around me.” He stilled inside of her enjoying how tight she felt around him, but Y/n got impatient and dared to move her hips forward and back faintly. Rafa laughed loudly and held her hips in place. “Someone’s eager huh?” He asked rhetorically and slammed back inside of her mercilessly and Y/n did everything to hold back her moans. She stuffed her face into the mattress and bit down onto her duvet cover to stop herself calling out in pleasure. He set a slow but brutal pace and each time he rammed back into her, he went harder, rougher. He tried with great difficulty to test her, to push her to the brink and make her call out his name. He wanted her to make any noise so he could punish her, but she was strong willed and wasn’t going to give in to his antagonising.
He picked up his pace, grinding his hips into her with each thrust and took hold of her wrist restraints, using them to pull her body up to his. “I bet you’re dying to let all your neighbours know I’m back. Go on Princess, I dare you make a sound for me.” He whispered in her ear, he was taunting her expertly but she wouldn’t give in. She kept her moans utterly silent. “Fine. If you’re not going to play along with me.” He forced her body back down against the mattress and held her head to the side, with her face now exposed she fought even harder to stop the screams of pleasure that threatened to come out any second. Rafa felt her tightening around him and fastened his speed again, pushing her over the edge. Her tied up and held down body thrashed in pleasure and her second intense orgasm washed over her. The feeling of her cumming on him triggered his own release and he spilled his seed deep into her pussy. “Fuck Princess.” He groaned loudly as he rode out his high.
Removing the restraints from her wrists, they both collapsed down onto the bed. It was as though no time had passed between them, it was just like old times. Rafa reached over to her and caressed her hand gently. “You all okay Y/n?” he asked sweetly. She didn’t trust her voice yet and simply nodded sending a happy smile in her direction. “I can’t believe that just happened.” Rafa let out a faint laugh in disbelief and Y/n chuckled with him.
“I’m happy it did.”
“Me too. I’m so thankful for your drunken call.” He sent her a lopsided smile.
The reality of the evening dawned on Y/n all too quickly for her liking and the wave of uncertainty hit her harder than expected. “So now what?”
“Well, I’m staying with Digg’s this weekend, but I’m moving home in three weeks. We would be in the same place again.” He replied quietly, studying her face for an answer to the unasked question. He softly played with her finger tips.
“Really?” He nodded in response. “Good to know.”
“Stop playing it cool! Do you want to give this another go? I think it could be really great, we’re older, less selfish and after that I have no doubt you feel the same as I do.” He reasoned.
She smiled coyly. “I want to give this a go.” She leant over to him and kissed his lips carefully. “Happy Valentine’s Day Rafa.”
A/N: This image of Rafa made me swwwooooooonnnnn and had me so inspired! So here’s a little drabble to go with it. Enjoy :)
Word count: 750
It had hit that point in the night where party had peaked, smaller groups had formed and were dotted all around the house; the bustling hubbub was now a mellow murmur. Y/n couldn’t remember who’s idea it was to get into the hot tub but she was grateful for the opportunity to chill out away from the main party. She found herself even happier now that the earlier group had dwindled and it was just her and Rafael left in the bubbly water. There was a comfortable silence between the pair, Y/n closed her eyes and let the calm wash over her, this had been a difficult week. As she sat there she enjoyed the fuzzy feeling in her head provoked by the alcohol and the heated water, she could faintly hear Summer Walker playing in the background.
The splash of water from the other side of the tub bought her back to reality, she smiled as she saw Rafael repositioning himself on the top step so only his legs were in the water now.
Rafa let out a low laugh when his eyes met yours. “Yes Y/n. I’m feelin’ it a little bit, don’t be laughing at me.”
“I said nothin’.” She replied turning her head up to look at the stars in awe.
“Girl you didn’t need to, it was written all over your pretty little face.”
Y/n didn’t reply though she was too engrossed by the beauty of the night sky. This had always been something that totally captivated her, she spent all her spare time wondering the night sky from her garden, understanding them and very often wishing on them. She couldn’t help but think that this scene in the hot tub was her perfect night, Rafa being there to share it made it all the more better. She let out a content sigh and spoke softly more to herself than to him. “Stars make me so happy.” She turned her head back to face Rafael, who was sat the same as earlier only now his head was resting in his hands. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Y/n as she got lost in the space up above.
Y/n moved over so she was sat next to him and pointed up to a small constellation, Rafa’s eyes followed her hand. “Do you see those three in that line there?”
“I think so.”
“That’s Orion’s belt. Oh and that one over there that’s the Big Dipper.” Y/n spoke excitedly to him.
Rafael looked at her in disbelief. “You’re either making this up or you actually know about stars and shit Y/n.”
Y/n let out a loud laugh in response. "I'm not making anything up."
"Okay so when did you get all astrological then?" He asked his voice dripped with playfulness.
"It's astronomical idiot. We're talking about stars not horoscopes."
"I said astronomical." He shoved her playfully. "You didn't answer my question."
Y/n smiled bashfully. "So you know my grandparents live in Spain right. Once when I was out there visiting we were walking back to their house at night and I just remember the way the way the stars lit up the entire walk. There were no streetlights, you didn't need them. It was honestly like walking through the Milky Way and after that I wanted to know everything about them."
Rafael bumped his shoulder into Y/n's. "Well that's adorable."
They fell back into a comfortable silence both staring up at the sky, Y/n's words floated in the air above them and swirled around in Rafael's head. He slowly reached out and took Y/n's smaller hand in his, interlocking their fingers.
"Well I know what we're doing for your birthday then." He uttered sincerely, softly stroking his thumb along Y/n's hand.
She turned her whole body towards his in surprise. "You really think you could get everyone to agree to camping out in the freezing cold for me?"
Rafael shook his head and grinned. "Who said anyone else was invited?"
Y/n returned his smile. "I would really like that."
"Alright Galileo, what else can you tell me about the stars?" Y/n didn't waste any time in flying into what could on be described as a lecture and Rafa happily listened. He never let go of her hand for the rest of that evening, he couldn't even if he wanted to.
When Y/n was alone in her bed that night she beamed at the promise of more to come and thanked her stars, for the stars in the sky that night.
Summary: Rafael takes care of you when you’re on your period.
Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader.
Word Count: 1.2K
A/N: So like 3 weeks ago i was asked to do some more cuddly Rafa stuff! Shoutout to that Anon and sorry that it took me so long! I was having a major block!
Your least favourite time of the month came a little late this month, to say that it had you freaked out was an understatement. So, when it finally appeared you felt a moment of relief wash over you, the anxiety left your body. However, that empty space was rapidly replaced with your extreme period pains. You were really grateful that Rafael was actually home and not on the other side of the county working, so you could hope to get some love and attention from his today.
You crawled back into your bed and curled up next to Rafa’s sleeping form, his arm found its way across your side which allowed you to snuggle into him further. You were hoping to fall back to sleep but the stabbing pains became more and more uncomfortable, you let out a small groan of pain and scrunched your body up more. The movements and noise stirred Rafael out of his sleeping state and he cottoned on to what was happening. He bought his hand to your stomach and rubbed soft circles under your bed shirt in an attempt to comfort you.
“So no baby Casal this month?” He inquired in a low grumbly voice, there was a hint of playfulness in his tone indicating to twenty four hours ago when you had been really worried about being pregnant.
“Fuck you.” You managed to mumble back.
“I don’t think fucking will help the situation right now bub…”
You turned over to face him, slowly and with caution so you could chide him face to face. His arm moved with your body so that he could continue his actions on your back now. “Do you need to make a joke out of everything?”
He couldn’t help but smile and laugh softly at your ‘angry’ face. “Okay so we’re not making jokes today.” He said before placing a kiss on your nose.
Despite yourself you returned his smile and nestled your head into his chest, but your moment was ruined by another bout of intense pain and you couldn’t help but groan loudly. “I hate everything.” You declared.
“I know Y/n, but I promise I’ll take good care of you today.” He placed a kiss into your hair. This piqued your interest enough for you to lift your head up curiously, which he found adorable. He never understood why you were so shocked when he wanted to take care of you. “I just need some information from the lady, so I can make you as comfortable as possible.” He continued. “So would the lady like to stay in bed or move to the sofa?”
You thought on it for a second. “Sofa.”
“Okay perfect, and what kind of sweats are we in the mood for today? Your clothes? My clothes? Mia’s blanket?” He inquired keeping up this goofy survey man persona.
“You’re offering me the dog’s blanket?”
“Yes Ma’am, I have to cover all bases in instances of high priority.”
You laughed softly. “Your clothes please.”
He let go of you and moved himself to the dresser, laying out some clothes where he had been lying. He didn’t return to bed, instead he strolled back and forth along the end of your bed with his imaginary clipboard and went along with his skit for another five minutes. He asked a manor of questions regarding breakfast, snacks, hot water bottles and painkillers and with each answer you gave he ticked it off his list. Your cheeks had begun to hurt from how much you were smiling and although the pain was still on high alert, you admired Rafa’s expert way of distracting your mind away from the pain with his silly antics, that you never tired of. Equally you couldn’t help but take in the sight of Rafa standing before you in just his boxers, you had a full view of everything. His messy morning hair, to the 5 o’clock shadow on his cheeks and chin, to his tattoos which were always so prominent in a dark room against his pale skin. You hadn’t noticed you had stopped listening to his words, but he certainly had and he wore a knowing smirk as he looked down on you. You felt yourself heat up under your duvet realising he had caught you staring at him.
“You do it to me.” You reasoned before he had a chance to make a comment.
He chuckled lightly again “I know. I’ll be back to help you out of bed in minute, you want to get yourself dressed?” he asked and you nodded in response.
It felt like you were getting dressed for hours, each movement bought a new symptom to add to your list of ailments and quiet honestly it made you hate the world just a little bit more. You had sat yourself on the edge of the unmade bed focusing your energy on standing up, when Rafa returned with a tray of items to help you feel better. He set it down on the bedside table before handing each item as you needed it, first Aspirin, then water and finally your hot water bottle. He leant down to give you a kiss before getting himself dressed too.
“Rafa?”
“Hmm?”
“Can we cuddle in bed for now? I don’t think I can face moving just yet.” Your pain was so evident in your voice and it made his heart hurt that he couldn’t do more for you. He obliged your request with a nod and watched as you flopped back into bed and wrapped yourself up like a burrito. He silently left as he resided to the fact that you weren’t moving today and returned with a box that puzzled you.
“it’s my ‘Y/N’s emergency snack box’, I have a few little ones hidden around the apartment for when you need then. But do you go looking for them!” He said casually and placed the box next to you before crawling into bed beside you and cradling your body over the duvet.
“You’re adorable sometimes.”
“I know.”
There was a comfortable silence as you rested into Rafa’s body and the warmth of the cover. “Sorry about this.” You whispered.
“Don’t you apologise to me. This isn’t something you can control, I just hate seeing you in pain.” He replied. “I feel so helpless.”
“No you’re the most helpful, thank you.” You finally moved and turned to face him, unravelling yourself from the cover and wrapped it over him too. Tentatively you moved to kiss him and he met you halfway, it was slow and passionate. You moved in sync with one another, he held you close and your hands made their way into his hair and tugged lightly. He pulled back breathlessly. “I’m all worked up now you little minx. You do this to all your boyfriends ?” He smirked at you.
“Only the ones I like.” You replied before moving in to kiss him again. “I promise when I am feeling a bit more up to it, I’ll make it worth your while.” You whispered against his lips.
“I’m gunna hold you that.” He kissed you once more. “But for now I think we need to put a film on so you can fall asleep in the first twenty minutes and sleep away some of the pain.” He sat up and got comfy before allowing you to cuddle up into him once more. You didn’t both paying any attention to the TV, instead you just let your tiredness wash over you and drifted off quicker than he had anticipated.
