pairing: rafael casal x reader
request: a couple people wanted a part two of No Angel, and eons ago someone requested “In celebration of you getting trashed last night and Rafa liking your drunk tweet…. a Rafa X reader where reader gets drunk and Rafa takes care of her… like… like sexually if you didn’t get that. and then when they wake up she’s really hungover and he takes care of her but in the fluff way.“
summary: rafa has been ignoring reader after their night together, so reader tries to go out to a party and forget him. it doesn’t work.
warnings: swearing, alcohol, smut, vague D/s mentions, lowkey praise kink
word count: 5,786
a/n: this is the SECOND part of the “no angel” series. it will make sense without the first part but it will make more sense with it. also, briefly want to state (because someone felt the need to scold me about it in my ask box) i don’t endorse student-teacher relationships, and because i’m sure someone will have something to say about it, i also don’t want to encourage you to go to big parties alone and get sloppy drunk with strangers. be safe okay. other than that please enjoy love u bunches. and i still want rafael casal to bone me.
“Good morning,” you shuffle into the kitchen, shooting a sleepy smile at Rafael.
“Morning,” he murmurs, looking up from the stove to beam at you.
Your heart gives a little flutter. His smile is blindingly bright, and looking at him right now feels a lot like looking into the sun.
“I made pancakes,” he says, sliding one onto a plate and offering it to you.
You take the plate and set it down at a placemat, hopping up onto the chair at the counter.
“Thanks,” you fix the hem of the shirt Rafa had given you to wear, straightening it out over the tops of your thighs. “You really didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to,” he replies simply, walking up behind you. He leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your head before sitting next to you.
You begin to eat the pancake, letting one of your legs swing back-and-forth gently. The two of you eat in silence for a couple minutes, and you’re grateful. Your mind isn’t exactly the sharpest this soon after waking up.
“I think it’s pretty disrespectful to have sex with someone, talk until you fall asleep holding them, and then not provide them with breakfast in the morning,” Rafael adds, picking up his coffee mug and taking a sip.
“Ah yes. It’s truly a shame not everyone can be as well-mannered as you,” you laugh, setting your fork down on your now empty plate.
“You know,” he peers over at the clock on the microwave. “I don’t have anywhere to be for a couple more hours…”
“Is that so?” You turn toward him, a smirk spreading across your face.
“Do you know what that means?” He smirks back at you, wiggling one eyebrow in your direction.
“Mm,” you hum, rising from the seat. “We can cuddle more?”
“Exactly,” he agrees, nodding.
You giggle, taking one of his hands. “I was kidding, but if you don’t want to have sex again-”
“Oh, I said no such thing,” he reprimands, standing and tugging you toward his bedroom.
That was a week ago. And you hadn’t heard from him since.